A pretty good dream last night.
So at first I was in a secret relationship with Tony from NCIS. I think we used him investigating things as a cover for us to meet up. Of course in the show they rarely go do stuff alone, they usually have another agent with them, so maybe I was working for NCIS too. I don't remember for sure.
After he came to my house one morning, the scene morphed into a locker room scene from a Disney Channel movie. A Disney Channel movie has a locker room scene seems kind of sketchy, but it seemed to have Disney Channel type stars/characters in it. They seemed to either be in on my routine for meeting up with Tony or we were hiding it from them too.
Here's where the dream morphed into Inception, with one girl dying and us going to a dream within a dream to bring her back. Not sure on the details, but that's definitely what seemed to be happening.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Great and Spacious House
So one of my friends has just moved into a new house with her husband and two little boys. I have yet to visit them, but last night in my dream I did.
The house had 4 bedrooms upstairs, and 4 bedrooms downstairs. I spent most of the dream upstairs, admiring the spacious yet strange bathrooms - one of the toilets didn't have an upper tank, and one of the bathtubs had a door in the side of it, the kind you see that are built specially for old people who can't lift their legs high enough to step into one.
My friend and her husband are just renting until they can build a house that they have a lot for, and I remember asking in my dream when they think they'll move, and why they would move when they have such an amazing house right now. Granted, they are renting, but why not just buy it?
The house had 4 bedrooms upstairs, and 4 bedrooms downstairs. I spent most of the dream upstairs, admiring the spacious yet strange bathrooms - one of the toilets didn't have an upper tank, and one of the bathtubs had a door in the side of it, the kind you see that are built specially for old people who can't lift their legs high enough to step into one.
My friend and her husband are just renting until they can build a house that they have a lot for, and I remember asking in my dream when they think they'll move, and why they would move when they have such an amazing house right now. Granted, they are renting, but why not just buy it?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Disneyland with Nick
I used to have dreams all the time on my mission about going to Disneyland, often with other missionaries for zone activity or something. Well, last night was the first dream I've had about Disneyland in a while, and Nick was there. Not bad.
We somehow had extra tickets, so we were going to use them to get lots of fast passes at once. We didn't have a lot of time. Splash Mountain and Space Mountain were a lot closer together in my dream than they are in real life. Nick had the tickets, but wasn't sure we could pull this off, so I took the tickets up to the ticket booth in the front of the park and asked if we could print out all of our fast passes there. Sure enough we could, but at first I was confused because the times on them were in military time, and noon was when they started counting over at 00:00 and not midnight, so the fast passes read something like "valid from 22:00 to 2:00." It seemed like the window of time we had to redeem the fast passes was really big, but once again we weren't complaining. We'd somehow just managed to get several fast passes for several rides at once, and if we had a longer time to use them, the better for us.
Between Splash Mountain (which looked more like a wooden roller coaster in my dream) and the ticket booth was one of those water slides where you ride down in rafts, like Yosemite Sam Sierra Falls at Magic Mountain. This ride has appeared in other Disneyland dreams.
We somehow had extra tickets, so we were going to use them to get lots of fast passes at once. We didn't have a lot of time. Splash Mountain and Space Mountain were a lot closer together in my dream than they are in real life. Nick had the tickets, but wasn't sure we could pull this off, so I took the tickets up to the ticket booth in the front of the park and asked if we could print out all of our fast passes there. Sure enough we could, but at first I was confused because the times on them were in military time, and noon was when they started counting over at 00:00 and not midnight, so the fast passes read something like "valid from 22:00 to 2:00." It seemed like the window of time we had to redeem the fast passes was really big, but once again we weren't complaining. We'd somehow just managed to get several fast passes for several rides at once, and if we had a longer time to use them, the better for us.
Between Splash Mountain (which looked more like a wooden roller coaster in my dream) and the ticket booth was one of those water slides where you ride down in rafts, like Yosemite Sam Sierra Falls at Magic Mountain. This ride has appeared in other Disneyland dreams.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Flirt to Convert
I dreamed that Nick was living in another country for a little while, so I started dating this other guy. He was cute and nice and I liked him, but not as much as I like Nick. I think both this guy and Nick were ok with the fact that I was doing this. He wasn't a member of the church, so then I was dating him as a missionary opportunity. At first when I asked him about learning more about the church and meeting with the missionaries, he was ok with it and kind of excited, but as the dream went on, more and more people from the church were around and he felt pressured. He doubted that he would receive an answer.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Cheers and Mediation
Last night I had a dream that was like being in the TV show Cheers. Not that too many of the main characters from Cheers were there, but we were a group of friends, and by the end of the dream we had ended up in a place that could have been a bar. I was a guy in this dream, and at the beginning of the dream I was on a date with a girl from the group of friends. We enjoyed it, but had to absolutely keep it a secret from everyone else. I amazingly was able to keep a straight face the next time I saw her when we were around all of our friends, or when any of them were talking about her. I guess I was having problems with my health, because I got some supplements that came in a powder and pill form. One of my friends from the bar, a fat guy whose tongue was stuck out like he was licking his upper lip, warned me to not get into drugs. That's what happened to him, he started out with a supplement, went onto drugs, and as a result his tongue was permanently damaged to be in that position. Somehow then I was myself, in this same setting, and the guy who I had been earlier in the dream somehow got some extra money and was using it to throw a karaoke party for his friends, and invited me to join. I didn't recognize any of the songs that others had chosen, and am not sure what I ultimately ended up choosing, or if I ever did choose (I'm also pretty sure it wouldn't have been something that I would choose in real life).
My next dream was brief, but needs a little preface. I'm in a mediation class at school, where we are learning how to help people negotiate and problem-solve disputes. Yesterday we were working on a hypothetical where this old lady lived in this house where she'd lived for 60 years, and this law firm wanted to buy the property to build a new office building. The old lady wasn't sure she wanted to sell it, she'd put it on the market a few times but had never accepted any options. We brainstormed lots of different ideas, everything from leveling the house but letting her keep her gardens, moving the house, building a monument to her in our new building, giving her an apartment in our new office building, etc. So in my dream last night I came up with what I thought would be the perfect solution: start building office buildings above the existing house and letting her live there until she was ready to move out, at which point we would redo her house to fit better with the floors we had built above the house. Of course, now that I'm awake it seems less likely to work. Also, the point of mediation is not to have one party unilaterally come up with "the best agreement" but to have both parties work together to find a solution that is satisfactory to both parties.
My next dream was brief, but needs a little preface. I'm in a mediation class at school, where we are learning how to help people negotiate and problem-solve disputes. Yesterday we were working on a hypothetical where this old lady lived in this house where she'd lived for 60 years, and this law firm wanted to buy the property to build a new office building. The old lady wasn't sure she wanted to sell it, she'd put it on the market a few times but had never accepted any options. We brainstormed lots of different ideas, everything from leveling the house but letting her keep her gardens, moving the house, building a monument to her in our new building, giving her an apartment in our new office building, etc. So in my dream last night I came up with what I thought would be the perfect solution: start building office buildings above the existing house and letting her live there until she was ready to move out, at which point we would redo her house to fit better with the floors we had built above the house. Of course, now that I'm awake it seems less likely to work. Also, the point of mediation is not to have one party unilaterally come up with "the best agreement" but to have both parties work together to find a solution that is satisfactory to both parties.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Running Away and the Mexican Attack
It seemed like in my dream last night I had returned to my mission. I was in a threesome with one of my old companions and one of my friends from law school. For some reason we were driving outside the city and trying to find a place to live or camp out in the country along the side of a road. Our car was filled with our stuff, like maybe we were running away. I think I remember being worried about the elders in our district, but mostly only one of them. On our first attempt, we didn't find any running/clean water that we would be able to use. On our second attempt, we did find a stream on the side of the road, along with a lot of snow, so that we wouldn't be able to get out of the car to the water without getting our feet soaked in icy water (we of course didn't have snow clothes or shoes).
Somehow, the Lexis rep from law school found us and told us that Mexico had threatened to invade California, specifically by digging a tunnel under California and blowing it up from beneath. This got us worried, since my family and one of my companion's family were in California. We called the mission president and admitted that we had run away and were clear out in the country on the north side. (It wasn't as bad as if I had actually done this while I was on my mission, because now the north and south missions are combined, so at least we hadn't left the mission boundaries.) I also received a call from my Dad. He was driving with Joel and Mandy back from Laguna, or wherever they had gone for the night, because it was closer to the beach and therefore safer from the Mexican attack (I don't get that logic, but in the dream that made sense). He told me they were driving back because the just couldn't live in fear all the time. My mom wasn't with them, but was going to be joining them soon.
Then all of a sudden I was with them in California, in my grandparents' house (my grandparents don't live in California in real life, just in this dream). I was comparing that house to the house they lived in when I was little. I was close, but not exactly the same. The Mexican threat was still going on, and we were living off of food in the garden. My dad was going to make juice out of water, a package of Kool-aid, and the most rotten fruit he could find in the garden, because it would be the sweetest.
Somehow, the Lexis rep from law school found us and told us that Mexico had threatened to invade California, specifically by digging a tunnel under California and blowing it up from beneath. This got us worried, since my family and one of my companion's family were in California. We called the mission president and admitted that we had run away and were clear out in the country on the north side. (It wasn't as bad as if I had actually done this while I was on my mission, because now the north and south missions are combined, so at least we hadn't left the mission boundaries.) I also received a call from my Dad. He was driving with Joel and Mandy back from Laguna, or wherever they had gone for the night, because it was closer to the beach and therefore safer from the Mexican attack (I don't get that logic, but in the dream that made sense). He told me they were driving back because the just couldn't live in fear all the time. My mom wasn't with them, but was going to be joining them soon.
Then all of a sudden I was with them in California, in my grandparents' house (my grandparents don't live in California in real life, just in this dream). I was comparing that house to the house they lived in when I was little. I was close, but not exactly the same. The Mexican threat was still going on, and we were living off of food in the garden. My dad was going to make juice out of water, a package of Kool-aid, and the most rotten fruit he could find in the garden, because it would be the sweetest.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Boyfriends and moving
In one part of the dream, I was seeing a friend that I haven't seen in over a year, and for some reason I put my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. This of course gives him the impression that I really like him and am interested in him, so he starts asking me what I like about him. I then have to tell him that I've been dating someone else all summer (and the person I tell him I've been dating is not the person that in non-dream world that I really have been dating all summer). I'm not quite sure why I did it to the poor kid, or my boyfriend (dream world or real world one).
I was living at home with my parents, only we were living in the house we lived in when I was 6 years to 12 years old, not the house we've lived in since (that happens a lot in my dreams, does that mean anything?). They had put in new carpet in the family room - blue shag. Beautiful, I know. We were planning on moving somewhere else, I'm not quite sure why. But I was telling everyone, my friends, everyone at church, that we were moving, and even giving our new address out to several people. Then, the day we were supposed to move, we hadn't packed much, and my parents were hesitating about whether or not we were going to move. I was upset, because I had told so many people. My dad was upset that I had given our new address to my boyfriend (who, in this part of the dream at least had the same name as my real life boyfriend, even if dream boyfriend didn't look like real life boyfriend) because he all of a sudden didn't approve of me dating him because he was friends with someone who worked serving lunch at the law school. I didn't get it - he knew where we lived now, so why would him knowing where we were moving make any difference. And what's so terrible about being friends with someone who serves lunch at the law school? And since when has my dad ever objected to someone I've dated?
I was living at home with my parents, only we were living in the house we lived in when I was 6 years to 12 years old, not the house we've lived in since (that happens a lot in my dreams, does that mean anything?). They had put in new carpet in the family room - blue shag. Beautiful, I know. We were planning on moving somewhere else, I'm not quite sure why. But I was telling everyone, my friends, everyone at church, that we were moving, and even giving our new address out to several people. Then, the day we were supposed to move, we hadn't packed much, and my parents were hesitating about whether or not we were going to move. I was upset, because I had told so many people. My dad was upset that I had given our new address to my boyfriend (who, in this part of the dream at least had the same name as my real life boyfriend, even if dream boyfriend didn't look like real life boyfriend) because he all of a sudden didn't approve of me dating him because he was friends with someone who worked serving lunch at the law school. I didn't get it - he knew where we lived now, so why would him knowing where we were moving make any difference. And what's so terrible about being friends with someone who serves lunch at the law school? And since when has my dad ever objected to someone I've dated?
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