Panda Flashbulb

Some dreams are not as fully vivid enough after I wakeup that the whole dream stays with me. Some mornings I am mearly left with the feeling of bazaarness and one or two flashbulbs of scenes.
For this dream, I found myself at my home high school. There was a walk behind the main school and an annex that held science and home ec classes. The admin building between was also near the playground I spent grades 3-5 on. So I guess it is reasonable that I often find myself in this area in dreams that have nothing to do with school. I was on a walk and there was a panda watch on. This was because had been going around om-noming on people's faces. Nevermind that pandas are vegetarian or whatever. In response to the threat, the government had put up waystations for people to wait out panda attacks. I found myself being chased by one of these murderous rascals. He was more like a stuffed panda rug-- low and close to the ground, but puffy like a stuffed animal. The way station included a picnic table full of chickpeas and some staw on the ground. I hopped first on the table. The panda was close to the ground. However, then I thought that maybe the chickpeas were for the pandas. So, I hopped onto the pile of straws and began to inflate them. Yep, somehow I just blew into one of the straws and it slowly lifted into a tower away from the panda. I don't think I died, but I don't remember much after that. I had this dream after watching a trailer for Shark Night 3D. Look it up, now. Enjoy.

Cheese is Preggers

( I actually had this dream the night before my mom had surgery back in December. It has just been sitting on my phone.)

I am off to visit a friend tonight, Cheese. She lives in a world where wizards dress in garb from 50s SciFi flicks. But she is not a wizard. She and her boyfriend are king and queen of the engineers' club. Cheese is pregnant and they must plan for the baby, but are also working on Engineers' club meetings and homecoming. Their house is in a tree and, most remarkably, a spaceship made of tinfoil. I ascend and find them on the couch planning a float for the homecoming parade.

The mayor is in their house and inquires about me. He doesn't seem to like me much, though Cheese vouches for me. I leave, as to avoid creating any problems for Cheese.

In front of their house is a little swampy area. Here I find some geckos and a bunch of gecko eggs. How cool! I put them in a little white box. (What is it with me and boxing up cute animals??) But during my walk through the swamp the eggs hatch! Those aren't geckos, they're alligators! These alligators are trying to eat my little geckos. I make a wall within the box and separate alligators from geckos and stow them away so I can go back into town, where Cheese's house is at.

Now I learn that that the head honchos (such as Cheese's friend, the mayor) have everyone convinced that leaves are terribly poisonous. They've devised a department for leaf extraction. A large street sweeper and men in hazard suits with leaf blowers reign terror on the fallen leafs.

I cannot stand by and allow this deception to go unchecked! I start yelling at people to "Watch me. These leafs aren't poisonous at all. They are wasting your money. Lying to you!" I then proceed to pick the leaves up. They were pretty yellow maple leafs.

As you might imagine, this really sent the big whigs into a tizzy. Leaf extraction crews turn into SWAT teams and helicopters chasing me. I try to pick up my box of geckos on escape through the swamp, but instead simply leave it open to allow them to escape.

I am awake and left wondering, 'Why were their houses in trees? How did I know they were wizards if they did no magic?'

I hope the alligators didn't eat those geckos.

Bookclyn

I have no idea where this title came from. In my half asleep typing of notes at 4:30, when I woke up from the first half of this dream set, that is what I thought was a good title. It means nothing to me now.

This is actually a three part dream, but I think you will find the final third as lame as I did. I was sleeping on the floor, so I was pretty restless. I also had work the next day. It was a war with myself to grab Blackberry and make notes but not wake up enough that I couldn't go back to sleep.

I think this caused the making notes without attaching meaning to the word, like the title.

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The beginning of the dream faded quickly. Why I needed to put the wet kitty away in the terrarium with two tiny geckos was obvious at the time. I was surprised to see that my two baby geckos seemed to have had a baby. No small feat, considering he was bigger than them and had a large disc-shaped head. Six little black eyes peered back at me and the wet kitten.

I was too cold to leave the cat outside, though. Little icicles were forming on his fur and he quite a bit to say about that. Also, I had business to attend to in the pond. I placed the little orange kitten in with the herps.

I trudged around the pond then returned to the terrarium. From the outside the walls were frosted. I could only make shapes out. There were bugs outlines, but also a tiny lion. No. Not kitten outline. The outline of a kitten-sized lion. My geckos! I opened the terrarium to find no tiny lion, but a freezing kitten wrapped in a dishcloth.

Suddenly I had the time to care for and worry about the little limp fuzzball. He dried off quickly and was not, to my relief, dead.

I made a note on sausage. This was apparently important, but why? Did I eat it? Did I make breakfast? Did the kitten turn into sausage? idk

What I do remember is being summoned to my aunt and uncles bedroom several times. Having a little chat and then going back out with the rest of the family in the living room. We were getting our visas. Not just ours but specific ones for servants while we were there. The problem was, that there were so many forms to be filled out. Hoops to jump through.

I found myself clicking button after button. They were huge! Huge blue buttons. I do believe I was stuck in an internet browser. I may even have been a mouse pointer.

I rustle. I was cold and woke up.

The next dream had me in the dorm room I was sleeping in. The furniture was moved around, but I knew it was the same room.

Someone was at the computer. The owner of the room. I think it was a blond guy. His suite mate, Eddie Izzard, came through to use the bathroom. I should have known something was up, because I didn't give a hoot who he was.

What I did care about were the blonde guy's dolls. He had four. One was a rainbow plastic cutout of the lady on the lady's restroom sign. Another was a wire person. The third was a little yellow, human-shaped pillow. The fourth was a bear wearing a red shirt. I refused to turn himm ove rto see his face. Why? Well he was possed, obviously. I was trying to formulate a plan to relieve this little bear of his demons when the owner left the room.

This worried me a bit. What would these creepy dolls do when it was just us in the room. As I sat on the bed, a little Japanese girl, styled like those seen on the Grudge, join me. She started talking to me as I fiddled with the dolls. This further frustrated me, because I couldn't understand even a little of what she said. Had I forgotten ALL my Japanese?

B'elanna, whose room this was supposed to be IRL, appeared and the little Japanese girl walked into the bathroom, still talking. B'elanna then approached me and warned me that I should stay away from that little girl. She knew a little Mongolian, and from what she could tell the little girl was trying to curse me.

This startled me awake.

Back asleep. I had the lamest dream ever. The dream about sleeping. I was asleep, but I was dreaming about sleeping on the floor. Like I was. I then awoke to be still sleeping on the floor.

LAME

Summercamp for Spies

Had this dream many moons ago. The details are fuzzy, and I didn't take proper notes.

I was at a summer camp to become a better spy.

For the most part it was your typical kid spy movie. But at times, like at bosses, it would turn into an 8 bit videogame. Also, I had a gun. I shot a colonel to get the files behind his desk. This did poorly for my stealth score, but I didn't have time to wait it out.

It is raining so I put on a big yellow Pancho then crab walked across four lanes of traffic and into an arcade. At a big Gumby game, I waited to hand off the folder. My stealth was too low to be carrying it.

After this I wasted time playing in a bubble room that exists in a Children's Museum I visited often as a kid.

When it seemed safe to travel back, I ducked out and made my way across the street and into the camp bus. A bright yellow school bus for spycamp. They were playing around and having fun in the bus, like typical highschoolers. I was thoroughly disappointed with my team and demanded many details on the success of the mission. Finally someone handed me the manila envelope I had worked so hard for and frowned at me for spoiling their fun.

Short. The brightest memories were the weird scene after shooting the colonel and walking weirdly in yellow garb.

Killer Elephants and iBlister

We are on our way to India again. I'm on a raft outside of a house that is floating on the ocean. Our dog comes onto the back porch. He barks at us, but we can't come in yet. The elephant in the house will be trouble if we let him go in. So we feed him grapes to entertain him. The seal on the back porch likes them too and soon we find ourselves pitching them far into the house to keep the elephant from the doorway.

We run out of grapes and all three animals go into the house. Worried for the dog, we rush into the house to see that the dog is now a teenage boy. He seems pretty upset. When we walk into the lobby (the inside of the house is a resort lobby) there is a pool filled with bloodied water. The elephant has killed the seal.

More upsetting is the next room in which a group of missionaries has been killed. The killer tries to tell how he was saving them and is taken away.

The dog teen is having a meltdown and cuts into himself and begins praying. A nurse comes to his side and tries to calm him down.

After this we are in a tour of the place where the missionaries were killed. It is treated like a haunted house ghost story. They rig the pillows to turn bloody red at the end. But they ruin the scary scene by showing how they did it (Hint: it was science).

At the end of the tour we go to our room. There is a couple there who are our room servants. But as they go about their work, they keep changing between humans and elephants. Based on my early dream encounter with elephants, this means they are bad business. I don't like them.They are to sleep in hammocks above us. The man dresses in green pajamas and crawls into his hammock. This would be fine (constantly changing into an elephant aside) but his hammock is occupying the same space as it does on my bed! I complain. Mom tells me to get to sleep. When I lay down, his hammock disappears and there is plenty of room for me on the bed.

In the morning I reach for my Blackberry to find what DVDs I am missing from the last time I visited. I had almost a whole set of Star Wars DVDs. They weren't the six main movies. I believe they were just generic extra movies we have in dreamland. My phone has no internet and I have a blister on my thumb. This sucks. As usual, I cannot leave the thing be and pick at it. The next time I look down it is a big ugly infection over the whole top of my thumb.

It's disgusting. Even I know better than to mess with this grossocity. I tell dad and ask for an antiseptic. He puts his thumb out to show me a similar infection. Again I ask for an antiseptic. Dad tells me no, that to fight an infection such as this, we must use petunia water.

On the way to the lobby, I see something that looks like peroxide. Dad says no and pulls me to the breakfast area. Here he begins to put together what he call omelets, but appears to be soy butter, or a really light colored peanut butter. Dad covered a piece of bread in this, through a ton of grated ginger on and placed it into a sandwich maker.

This was not such an easy task for me. Bits of Dad's omelet was still in there. The lady running breakfast repremanded me for not cleaning it before using it. I do. But now it is a much more complicated device. It is an Eeyore breakfast playset? It contains a tiny tree fridge which couldn't possibly cool more than a few eggs or a yogurt.

But alas! The damned thing was made. I check out my freaky blister. The white puss (sorry guys, it was pretty nastastic in my dream) looked like it had a pattern. Upon closer inspection, it was a map of city streets. I look around for someone to tell, but I look down and see my blister is now an iPhone screen. I sit down with my omelet and try to figure out what this weird blister is all about.

The man next to me is upset. A killer is threatening to kill his wife if he doesn't get saved. His wife is rescued and he goes back to helping the orphans. He is getting interviewed by news crews beside me. I've forgotten all about my iBlister.

It started raining when I woke up.

Tom Selleck and the Mobster Sleepover

At work Barbie calls me to see if I want to watch a movie. Since I am at a computer, I look through the movies and show times. We decide on a time. I don't believe we decided on a movie.

When I get there, though, Barbie's house has many tables with roughly fifty people sitting at them (her house must be like the Tardis). There is a movie playing on her wall with Tom Selleck. The movie is halfway through! I look at my watch to make sure I am on time. Yep.

At the end of the movie Barbie thanks everyone for coming. While I feel disappointed Barbie didn't give me the correct time, I have to go home with my family (who got to see the whole movie) for dinner.

It's snowing outside. The front yard belongs in front of my grandma's house. Everyone else has left. We go to the first truck, but it is has had its side sliced off and put beside it. So it looks like a full vehicle at the proper angle. As we move to what is our car, I slip off into a movie or maybe it's another dream.

I am actually in the movie. I am Tom Selleck (or the camera, at times). I'm facing a roadway down to a canal. There is a blond woman in a black dress laying on the ground. I approach her to help, but when I get close (zoom out to camera man range) the blond has an ashen face and tries to bite into Tom Selleck. He fights his way down to the canal. The evil blond tries to push him in, but Crazy leaps across the canal and kicks her into oncoming traffic.

The rest is so mundane I don't remember it when I wake up in my grandmother's house. There are a few teens in pallets on the floor or getting ready to leave. No one really listens to me when I tell them about my Tom Selleck movie dream. They tell me we must be ready to leave when the Godfather leaves.

To emphasize this he walks through in his suit demanding we find his keys. I start looking, though I am not ready to go.

There are keys on what used to be my grandma's night stand. They are all suspicious keys. One has two squares of metal on the grip, which makes up most of the key. The other two are rectangles with buttons. They have the names of two cars that I know the Godfather doesn't own. Underneath on of the I find a similar blue key. I hide it. The godfather has found his key, but I am not ready. I try to put on socks and gather several flash drives of mine which are scattered in the living room. I rush, but they leave without me.

Alone in the house, my mind wanders to the streets with the Godfather. He has sent a woman in a brown suit into a city to kill someone's wife, a pretty Indian woman. The brown suited woman gets goons to wrap a guitar string around the wife's neck and tie rope around her wrists. Her wrists are wrapped individually and not tied together. She steps into the furnace and attempts to burn the rope off her wrist. When that fails she steps in and little flame clip arts pop up all over her body.

I don't see the effects of fire clip art on the human body. I wake up.

Note: Tom Selleck and the Godfather are not nicknames for real people. Tom is Tom, and the Godfather was a generic mobman.

The Lost Ones

Forgot to take notes on my dream this morning. Tried to remember it all day. Notes are apparently imperative. Probably just running over it again as soon as you wake up logs it to memory.

A moment of silence for the dreams lost.

EDIT : 1/20/10

I remembered that I was in some sort of vampire school, and was in training to get out of direct sunlight.