Sunday, July 31, 2011

Wanton Destruction

My sister had bought a house, and we were packing up her old house (which was on a street similar to our grandparents') so that we could get her moved into the new one. I also lived on this same street - with my parents and grandparents - in a big house that was similar (though not same) to the one that we lived in when I was in high school. My sister's house was across the street and to the left of the house I lived in.

About two houses down from my house to the right was an abandoned house that no one took care of anymore. On this house was a copper awning. My sister decided that she wanted that awning for her new house, and since it was an abandoned house that no one lived in anymore, it would not be such a problem if she took it. So she asked me to help her remove it. I was a bit concerned about this at first, because it seemed to be stealing, but she convinced me that it wasn't a big deal since it was an abandoned house, and I ended up helping her remove it.

When we removed the awning, though, we had to remove what was one of the main support points for the house, and that side of the house collapsed into a mess of bricks. It looked pretty bad :\ We loaded the awning into her car, which was some 80s monstrosity, and got ready to take it to the new place in the morning.

In the morning, I sort of realized that this wasn't a good idea and that we shouldn't have removed that awning from the house. I went to go tell her this, and she had come to the same conclusion herself. There was no way to put it back though now, so I was trying to figure out a solution that would give us the least amount of jail time for Wanton Destruction of Property.

Then the solution came to me in a flash: Wake up! So, I did.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Nightmare: Haunted house

This was one of my nightmares ... :(
WARNING: Spiders are mentioned.

A. and I were building a house. It would be a very beautiful house when it was done. We were walking through it and there was construction stuff and tarps everywhere. And something about it just didn't feel right to me. I thought maybe we should just forget about the house, but we'd bought it, we were paying money for it, so might as well see it through to completion, right? But it still didn't feel right.

I walked into the half-completed bathroom. It would be so luxurious, with a big oval bubble tub and marble and everything. But there were two huge spiders on the ground. You could watch them open and close their pinchers; the pinchers looked like scissors. I had no problem stepping on them and killing them, even though I hate to kill bugs. I was worried that maybe we'd built in the wrong place, that more of these spiders would come... but I didn't want to say anything. Maybe there was pest control.

A. says "Let's look out the front door to see what the front yard looks like." So I walked up to the beautiful oak door and opened it. Outside in the night, two grey and white wolves were staring right at me. And growling. I quickly closed and locked the door, saying "There are WOLVES out there!" But A. had walked into another room by that point.

I started really thinking.. maybe we should not buy this house after all; they never told us about all these dangers here. But it is such a nice house... I hate to do that... But what if it is a haunted house? How can I live in a haunted house? All of a sudden, two strong hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I yelled out for A. and for my sister, but no one came.

...I woke up with my heart beating fast and tried very hard to forget this dream but I couldn't.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Running from the mob vs. family obligations

I dreamt that A. and I were in a saloon where there were gang/mafia members. It was kind of like the movie Kaante but with fewer stripper poles and more framed pictures on the walls. And then we saw a gangster get killed right in front of us. So obviously the thing to do at this point was to GTFO.

We left and went to my apartment to pack up some things. Except my apartment was more like one that I lived in when I was in Dallas. I was very concerned because we needed to go into the mountains (where A. had just gotten back from hiking) and I didn't know if I had any synthetic underwear, and definitely didn't have synthetic pants. Cotton just wouldn't do.

I guess my stuff got packed, so we went to his house so we could just repack all the stuff he took camping. The front door of his house led to a hallway, and his room was just right there off the long wall of the hallway. Strange place for a door, but there it was. The room also had its own bathroom and large closet. I went in and started throwing stuff into a backpack. My phone started ringing though and it was my sister. I was too busy to answer, so I just let it ring.

At this point my mom barges into the room and comes up to me very angry. She told me that the last time A. and I were at her house, we smelled horrible and it must come to an end immediately, and what were we going to do about it? I tried to tell her that this could wait, that we had to pack and leave because the gang was going to come after us any minute, but NO. IT COULD NOT WAIT. I said that we would continue to take baths and not eat any beef or pork, and that should fix the problem. "But what's HE going to do?" I looked over at A., who was busy packing and said, "What are you going to do?" Silence was my only response. I just shrugged and said "We're going to eat better and drink more water, ok? Now we have WORK to do." The phone starts ringing again. My mom sees that it's my sister and says, "Look at this. You smell bad AND you ignore your family." and walks out of the room in a huff.

~~Disclaimer: My mom is the coolest, most easygoing person in the whole world and this conversation would NEVER take place in real life!~~

Monday, June 13, 2011

Fantastic Bookstore with Friends

In this dream, AM and RS and AG and I were all in this ... just phenomenal bookstore. Books in every nook and cranny. To get into the room that has the mystery novels, you had to give a secret code. To get to the fantasy books, you had to roll a 20 sided die. And books were just spilling out everywhere. It was crazy and awesome and we all found the different sections we liked...just spent hours poring through the books. And there was also music and rock music memorabilia and stuff. And I won a contest and the prize was to go hang gliding ... with MILEY CYRUS ... ha ha! but the hang gliding was fun.

Friday, June 10, 2011

The Spa and Rock, Paper, Scissors

This dream had a few parts. There was a very small spa that I went to that had pink sinks, and where the water entered the sink, there was a filter that made the water smell like flowers. This, however, was safe and all natural. It was in a mall. I wanted to get my hair cut there and nothing else, but they had a special on microdermabrasion so I figured I would do that as well.

There were two other women there who were doing the same thing. They both got theirs done before me. The aesthetician used some kind of sanding-like tool on their faces, then after that covered it in a gel. It was apparently a slightly painful process. I realized that maybe I should take a raincheck on this since I had an open wound on my forehead. I do not know how the wound got there. I decided I'd get a massage instead, but forgot to ask her for that, so I left and said I'd come back another day.

Later in the dream, there was a group of people participating in a scavenger hunt. One of the items on the scavenger hunt list was to get a photograph of "giving the middle finger in Rock, Paper, Scissors." So most groups turned in what was the most obvious thing: Two people playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, but one of the people giving the middle finger instead. One group though was not familiar with the game, so they went out and got a rock, a piece of paper, and a pair of scissors, and drew someone giving the middle finger on each of them with a permanent marker, then took photos of that.

I woke up laughing.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

The animals race for no apparent reason

A group of animals were all racing down a hill. As long as they ran, they stayed thin. After some time, most of them got fat and dropped out of the race - the rabbit, the turtle, and the warthog. Only the frog kept at the race, and kept going even after everyone else had dropped out. The other animals thought he was crazy, so they went to the bottom of the hill to find out why the frog was in such a hurry.

At the bottom of the hill was a temple with stairs leading up to it. The frog raced up the stairs and deposited two quarters in a box on the right side of the temple. The other animals asked him why he was in such a hurry.

"Because if you put two quarters in this box, you get a TICKET to HEAVEN!" said the frog.

At this point, the other animals knew that it was Very Important and they should have kept racing and looking for quarters. The rabbit and warthog immediately ran out and started running up the hill, looking for quarters, so that they could race back down and put them in the box. The turtle found a quarter on the ground immediately, put it in the box, and said, "Look, now I'm halfway to heaven!"

Going to the lab

In this dream, AM was in the lab, as usual. I was bored, so I decided I would go up there as well. I went to his building with two computers - my home and work computers - and went to the floor he was on. I didn't know where he was, so I went to this small library in the northeast corner of the floor. There were a few people studying there, and bookcases lined the walls. There was an air mattress with a pillow and blanket in the middle of the floor on the northwest side of the library (near the door) that no one was using. So I sat there with my computers, logged on to Facebook, and started chatting with AM. After some time, I finally mentioned that I was actually in his building and wanted to come see him. I asked where he was, and he told me he was on the southeast side of the building.

I picked up my work laptop, but realized it didn't make sense to bring both laptops with me. I locked the second laptop and left it on the air mattress, and tucked my Brown Monkey (my favorite stuffed animal) into the blanket so other people would realize that the computer was in use and it belonged to someone, and they might feel guilty about stealing it if they saw that a stuffed animal was watching.

I went to the southeast side of the building, where a door was open to a computer lab. AM was there, and we chatted for a few minutes, but he couldn't talk for very long because he had another classmate, Steve, coming to discuss something with him. After some time, two guys came down the main hallway: a tall, thin guy with brown hair, and a short, fat blond guy with a buzz cut. The tall guy was Steve, and AM said hi to him as he entered the room and began setting up his computer. I figured it was best to leave at this point, and the other guy was also leaving at the same time. AM went to hug me goodbye, but ended up trying to hug the blond guy instead, realized that it wasn't me, and quickly tried to turn it into a handshake at the last minute. The blond guy tho gave him a "bro hug" which was kind of awkward for everyone involved. I was highly amused and went away at that point, to save AM the embarrassment. I went back to the library and continued playing on Facebook.

About half an hour later, AM calls me to tell me he wished he had milk or creamer for his coffee. I told him to check in the refrigerator for the biology department. He told me that was disgusting because that was where they kept their petri dish experiments. I said that they didn't keep their experiments in the milk jug and he really should just get some milk if they had any. He hung up thinking I was crazy, with me thinking he was simply not resourceful.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Virtual Party and Amazing Song

Last night I dreamt that I was at my friend's house in Dallas and we were was on a VOIP phone call with some friends in India. There was some big party going on in both places. At one point everyone in my location left the room except me. I was sitting in a bay window, and had noticed a small panel in the wall. I realized that it was a secret compartment of sorts. I opened it and found a couple of stone pieces and incense sticks in bright colors. At the same time, Kailash Kher (who was apparently at this party in the other location) begins singing a song in Hindi - although I understood every word in the dream, I don't remember them now - about how a thief came to the house and stole the jewelry, the gold, even mother's bindis, but he didn't steal the incense... it was a relatively fast-paced, energetic devotional song about how everything was stolen but the most important thing was left in the house, which was devotion to God.

((I am not sure if this song exists but if it doesn't, it should.))

I was totally moved by this song, as was everyone else on the phone. I don't know where everyone in my location had gone. When he finished there was tons of applause, whistles, appreciation. I said "Brilliant... brilliant.. that was beautiful." Another girl who was apparently on the phone said, "Who sang that??" And the response from the group was, "Kailash Kher - he's here you know!"

I wish I could have continued this dream longer. I've googled the few words I remember from the song but I can't find anything. :(

Monday, April 25, 2011

Game changer

Two football teams had just played a match, and the team we didn't want to win, won.

But I had to take photographs of the second team winning, so I had a discussion with both team managers to see if we could set up a photo shoot that showed the outcome of the game a little bit differently. Both agreed.

So we set it up to look like the field would look near the end of the game, and My Team would "score a touchdown" and celebrate, while the Other Team would look sad.

Except that Susan from Desperate Housewives showed up with a gun for some reason, and it accidentally went off and flooded the field and ruined everything. I guess she'd hit a dam or something and broke it, and the sea rushed in.

She swore and put the gun away, but not before it accidentally went off two more times, hitting a plane taking off (which wobbled in the air) and a cruise liner (which sank.)

All the team members immediately started cleaning up the field.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

In the city of the future

Note: When I dream about people I know, I will often change their names.

I had this dream a few months ago but it is still so vivid. I wrote a song about it after thinking about it for hours on end.

In this dream, I was in what seemed like it could have been New York City. I was going to visit a friend, who I will just call SG. It was a very routine sort of visit: get a taxi, go, have a nice chat and some tea, play some music, and go home.

Except that we lived in some kind of police state.

When I got there, SG's house was almost empty. He told me that his wife and kids had already left earlier that day, when an officer came to the house and told them that he had 24 hours to vacate the place. The officer did not give a reason why, but the rest of his family had left immediately for an undisclosed location. He had stayed back to finish packing up what they could take with them before leaving. There was no sadness about this; just a matter-of-fact "it is what it is" attitude. Even I was not sad, although I knew I would never see them again. I just asked if I could help and so we gathered things into boxes, not knowing where the boxes were going or even if they would be going wherever they went. The only thought was that there would be Consequences if he was not out of that house. The officers would come search the place after the 24 hours were up.

We worked silently, accepting fate.

Singing, Obama, and the Evil Piglet

I was asked to sing for an event that mostly consisted of elderly people. There were two other women I would be singing with. Repertoire was Hindi songs - whatever all three of us knew that they had a karaoke CD for.

We did one set of songs but then we were told that they wanted to hear less dance songs and more "background music." The problem was that as far as non-dance songs went, the three of us all knew different songs. So we decided we'd just fake it -- one person would sing and the other two would lip-sync.

Cut to me riding in a car on the way back from the venue. Someone else is driving, who decides to get out and take care of something near a barn. I stayed in the car with the doors locked. A cute piglet, all pink and fuzzy, came up to the window. I smiled and waved. The piglet was the size of a grown pig, but I didn't realize this until he became more persistent at getting my attention. At this point something seemed very wrong about this piglet. He stood up on his hind legs and started trying to open the door. I was happy it was locked -- until he ripped the door off its hinges, grabbed me, and carried me off. I started yelling for help, and people looked but would not help. The piglet got bored with it though and just dropped me and went about doing piglet-like things. I ran off as fast as I could, realizing I'd left my things back at the venue anyway.

I went back to the place we performed and started packing up my makeup, clothes, and music, but the piglet showed up there and I had to run off again without gathering all my things. I ran into a lecture hall, where Obama was giving a lecture. I sat in the back of the classroom, thinking that the piglet couldn't possibly have followed me here, and even if he did, the Secret Service would take care of him.

During Obama's lecture, a junior high age girl entered the room with a large box. She walked up to Obama and said, "I have a gift for you, President Obama. It's chocolates. Would you like some?" He looked at her like she was crazy and said, "Ummm..... NO?" The little girl looked so hurt! She said, "But... they're Godiva!" and opened the box to show him. He said in a very annoyed voice, "Isn't the Secret Service supposed to take care of things like this?" The little girl gave the class the chocolates instead, instructing us to take one piece and pass it down. I never got a chocolate, though. The class ended, and all the students left, as did Obama with the Secret Service. Of course, at this point the piglet peeks his head into the classroom and I run off again out the doors at the top of the lecture hall.

I wonder what would have happened next.

The mind works in strange ways...

I'm just going to write down my dreams. It might be fun if you analyze them for me!