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.

Spider Dreams

I had a dream where my mother had a little dog and a dog-sized spider as pets. The dog was afraid of the spider and so was I. Mother thought it was cute the way the spider chased at me as I attempted to grab the dog and run for safety. I did not.
Mom called to the dog and instead the spider jumped on top of her head, which was right beside my head. For half a second before grabbing dog and crouching for cover in terror of jumping jumbo spider. Then waking up

I don't usually remember spider dreams very well. They tend to leave me head under covers until I'm awake enough to realize it was a dream. And then a bit more.

Then I am awake and have to go back through the wind down to sleep. Sure I'm a bit groggier and half-way there, but now I'm thinking about spiders.

So these dreams I happily purge when possible.

Family Home and Candle Lit Card Games

Looking around Madam H's family's home. The home belongs to her grandfather. A young couple is looking for a room to rent. The price is pretty steep in their opinion. Madam H's mother recounts purchasing a room permanently for their daughter. It cost them several thousand dollars.

I get a small job working for them. Basically, I am a housekeeper. I clean up and take care of the dogs, two little chihuahuas. An i Pod is the source of music in the house. While cleaning I break it. I replace it with a cheap mp3 player. Hoping no one will notice, since I am the only one to operate it. However, this too breaks or just gets scuffed. I worry about having to replace it and the i Pod.

One of the two chihuahuas, the darker one, breaks something in the house. Perhaps the mp3 player? I put the lighter dog away. She is the favorite dog. The darker dog is only there to keep the other happy. They do not like him. I'm sure that once they hear of the incident they will take him out and possibly kill him. But NO! They can't do that! These dogs are in love! I have to save the dark dog for their love's sake. I run away with the dog during my workday to hide him back at my home.

On the drive back, I try to pull a stunt I've seen my dad do before on a nearly vertical road. The stunt fails and I find myself standing next to a police car --at least it's a nice charger to look at. The cop is an actress whose name escapes me. She is a pale brunette and is lounging atop my car. Okay lady cop. You have my attention. She starts talking to me about getting high. Her teeth look like they are made of butter. At odd angles and lengths and a soft, creamy yellow. She is telling me about how I could get high from mixing butter and something, when I notice she is eating small, dried mushrooms out of a plastic bag.

I'm saved when a blonde male cop drives up. Butter teeth tells him we are just chatting. And she was on her way out. He moves out of our path and we drive out separate ways. On my drive back I am met with a vision about Madam H's grandfather. He and his wife get a divorce. Her name started with a C, I'll call her Caleese. Someone is asking Caleese how they even got together.

Caleese's memory comes back for all of us to see. She is a beautiful young college student with fantastic brown eighties hair. While walking out of a library conference room, she throws some comment over her shoulder at a dissheveled long haired man. It is Madam H's grandfather, who is actually Everest But also Jackson Rathbone. Yet his hair looks like something you would see on Sir Isaac Newton. I and the other spectators actually stop mid-memory sequence to laugh at it. The young Caleese's comment is only addressed when she is almost out the door. He whispers something under his breath, but she hears him.
She turns and say, "Why do you seem to hate me? You never talk to me in the meetings."
Under his breath Everest whispers, " Because I secretly like you."
The audience and I chatter about how lame it is that this relationship started with not a real confession, but by good hearing and a weird habit of saying one's thoughts under one's breath.

The memory sequence leaves me at the front of the family home which I work for. I suddenly realize the problem of me leaving mid-workday and busy myself cleaning up outside. Outside I find a carton of milk, which I feel the pressing need to taste. It is as disgusting as you think milk found at random outside tastes.

I get the nerve to go inside and the family is gathered in the living room beside the open kitchen. Madam H offers me a cookie. I eat one and see a few over sized crab shaped cookies.

While pouring bright orange sprinkles onto the cookies, I ask Madam H about her grandma Caleese in a whisper. Not following the tendency of people to follow in a whisper, Madam H loudly begins to tell me all about her. I ask her if she should be speaking so loudly since her grandfather is in the room. He says it is fine. He was listening in the whole time.

I don't stay to hear any of it. Outside in my boots, my feet are getting wet. There is a small hole in my boots. After meeting some friends, I ask if they will go with me to try on boots at the Mountain Supply store.

Instead of trying on boots, I look at bundled T-shirts--they are all nerdy gamer shirts, which seems old to me. So I go to look at the card games. I ask to see the Harry Potter game. It turns out to have nothing to do with Harry Potter, which makes me wonder about all the other popculturey themed games.

We pulled out the cards and I as we read the rules I remembered playing it before. There were character cards which you could either lay out before you as part of your team. Or use to attack a weaker character in someone else's team, after which both cards are discarded. There were also magic and item cards you could use to attack enemy teams.
It seemed like a normal card game until we got to the candles. Each player was given a candle. There was a red candle to place in the middle of the game which would be lit and unlit every other player's turn or by special cards. The most interesting cards were the event cards. Their effect changed based on whether or not the candle was lit.

I had a handful of cards and was debating whether to kill my dad's character with my king character or to play it into my team. I was near winning and but needed at least one team character to win. So instead I layed down my king, attacked a character of the girl across from me, and then discarded.

I don't know if I won. I woke up to Barracuda by Heart.

Tower and Betrayal

This dream is a bit gamey. I am me, first person with my body, but it is somehow a game.

Maybe it works like the Holodeck.

The beginning of the level has somewhat glitched away. I journey to a tower that is raised in the middle of a swamp. A green lake, really. Not much in actual swamp wildlife or plantlife.

The way to the tower from land? A tree. One hunk of plantlife, a giant tree, grows with a large trunk splitting in a V with one long branch streching conveniently across the swamp waters and a mere jump away from the tower.

Must have been a boring dungeon, the top floor is the only section that sticks out to me. I got to the top and searched for a boss, key item, anything that would get me some progress or closure in this level.

Suddenly, a voice giving me advice. No. No thanks. I'll do this myself.

It doesn't take me long to give in. A picture of "Edward" appears in my head. He's not there physically with me, but I see him. He offers me a code/command that will help me with the boss.

Code: EJL

A keyboard suddenly appears and I type in the command. What happens when I input this code? I take a nosedive for nasty swampwater at bottom of tower. I hear laughing at me and trying to tell me that I have to do this at least three times. Lies. Although, I remember my finger hitting in the 'asdf' side of the keyboard for 'j'. Perhaps it was my own fault. I make my way back to the beginning.

I'm stopped by something odd on the ground. There are packages of cigarettes lined on the ground by some lettering. The lettering comes in two flavors: official blue (saying something about America) and graffitti black (saying something to the effect of "I do not agree"). While inspecting this odd site, Weatherman apears and starts telling me about it. I must not have been paying attention, because I have no idea what he said. After sticking around for a bit too long, considering I had a tower to conquer, two federal agents show up. A pretty pristine blonde lady and a nondescript football player type guy. The male fed starts collecting our IDs on the grounds that to smoke you must be 18, so we must be 18 to stare at them too? I was fuzzy on that. The blonde fed begins to telling us about this little demonstration. I am bored so I eat the sprouts hanging out in the ground around us. I guess swimming through swamps and dull speeches makes one hungry. Don't worry I didn't eat the roots, just the tiny green leafy tops.

But, alas, where was my protagonist's spirit? Onward to the quest. Back onto the tree I go. Wow, the branch is so thin, guys, the physics of this game has got to be failtastic. But a hop, skip and jump gets me into the tower.

Which has a stage like front in a semi-circular room that is separated by two tall bookshelves creating three little halls. KitKat comes with a clarinet and sits down. We are supposed to perform in these bookshelf hallways. I go to get my flute and a seat when the halls darken and KitKat comes to my side. We face the dark and a ghost of a grandma appears. She not of the milk and cookies serving breed. I get the feeling she would like to take our faces off. KitKat wards her out of our stage and magically seals off the first hall. Grandma Ghoulie comes down the second hallway just as KitKat gets it closed and the ghost runs into a green barrier. Too quickly she reappears down the third hallway and KitKat is gone. The ghost runs into my circle, and I wake up as she gets into Ghostie Grandma kissing range.

Jurassic House

So, dinosaurs. As is typical in dreams, where they came from and why we felt the need to grab some dinos and put them in our dwelling space was not clear. I seemed to have some sort of premonitions in this dream. I saw little previews of what was to come. I believe there may have been some orange-red time rip involved.

I believe there were other dinosaurs around, but it begins with the collection of a velociraptor. We decided to take the vicious velociraptor and put him into what was essentially a closet in the upper story. After lifting the pissed off dino in through the roof, I had a vision that a boy and his pet (It was built like a dog except with cobalt skin, a long neck, and flipper like feet.) go into the room beside the closet containing the cretacious creature. The raptor bursts through the wall ( a really nice effect in my dream, there was wood splintering dramatically out and dust plooming) and gobbles down on the blue petasaurus.

So what did I do about this in my dream? Nothing. Jack.I don't remember what I did in between the vision and it happening. I only remember vaguely that things happened. Boring, right?

After the raptor attack happens in real life, panic ensues. The house is in ruins. Kindling and insulation.

I divine an imagine of a pink-haired girl in a room on the second floor. It appears safe. Now I decide to do something about this. A few of us haul over the place and take refuge with the girl. But we must go to get more people. I go out and round up a small crowd, one of which is my mother, to herd to the Pink refuge.

Nearing our destination, we see that this orangey-red business may be dealing in more than just time. There is a lion in the way. Using my crack survival skills, I puff myself up, stretch my arms up, and roar. That's right. AND it works. The lion is confused and backs away. Too bad that behind him are two rhino sized black and white kitties. Luckily my roar has given me power over the lion. He distracts the rhino-kitties by picking a fight.

Now to scale the story standing in the way of us and temporary sanctuary. I go with my two flanking leaders, mom and nameless, and start the accent. It is the bad luck of this dream me to have my same lack of upper body strength. The footing is bad and I cannot make up for it in leg strength. It is slow but I make it along with a few comrades. The rest of the pack has disappeared.

Back inside, the pink haired girl has some software running on her computer to determine the number of dinosaur threats remaining. She is happy to announce there are mostly only veggie dinos left and we are relatively safe. I see us getting mauled in the safe room by raptors, but decide to do nothing again.

It turns out the vision of the petasaurus getting eaten was wrong, the boy got attacked instead. The petasaurus joins our group.

I look over the pink-haired girl's numbers and don't like the numbers. I can't make sense of them, but there is nothing distinctly wrong I can point out. I get a feeling the there are plenty of hungry dinos looking for a tasty human snack.

We begin to settle into the pink-haired girl's place. She is getting dressed up while I putter around a little kitchen. When she parades into the kitchen in a nice dress, an anti-gravity rod comes into the discussion. As imagined, I ask her if she is serious and why she hasn't brought this up? She replies with "How else did you think I got this dress on?" It didn't make sense to me either.

I take the anti gravity rod from her. It is a little, plastic red light saber. Back at the balcony/doorway I test it out on a small set of dogs that has suddenly appeared (Horrible, I know). It works by shining a red light on whatever you point at with the first press, like an aim. On the second press, the object was locked on and begun to float.

I was trying to decide if I should take one of these dogs in, when I realized they all had freaky red eyes. A little creeped out, I was happy to notice a goat. A goat would mean milk even when the power inevitably went out. I locked on, by then a brown wolf popped up from under the house. Mom asked me if it was a Berlin Wolf (huh?). I told her yes and we slunk back in, hoping the tasty goat would appease it.

The power went out, again I bemoan the loss of the goat. But I don't stay in this world long enough to see the raptor attack or determine the flaw in pink-haired girl's algorithm.