(I truly haven't had any remarkable dreams in the last few months until now. So here ya go!)

I was walking to one of my classes at the community college I'm taking classes at, when I spot the group of guys that I had been playing DnD with walking across the courtyard. (Two of them have major crushes on me, and I got fed up for a week or so and was avoiding them. Probably where this dream came from.)

In the dream, I was walking past them trying to hide my face and walk quickly in another direction. I spotted one of them, Andy, and overheard him saying something like, "It's so frustrating not being able to express my feelings for her, you know!?" He was getting really, really angry about this, and I saw a tear go down his cheek.

Feeling awful, I quickened my walk and hid behind a brick pillar near one of the buildings. Apparently I discovered a door or a button or something, and part of the wall opened up to reveal a TARDIS-like room inside the pillar. (It was bigger in the inside) I stepped inside and saw a bunch of other guys that I didn't recognize setting up computers and Rock Band and a projector, and one of them, an Asian guy with glasses, invited me in. Secret LAN party FTW! I think I was the only girl there, and that's the only reason why they let me in. xD

There was something about some people finding the place and not being allowed inside, and they started finding more and more people to try to sneak in or something.

After that was an entirely different dream, but I can't remember it at all.

Weird dream is weird.

I was at a very large college campus, and I had just dumped all my stuff in my dorm room and wanted to explore a bit. I had a car, and I drove around the building to see if I could find any shortcuts or hidden doors to my dorm. The whole time I was outside, I felt like I was being chased down and followed.

I parked the car and went into a back door that supposedly entered my dorm building. Inside a wild party was going on; all the girls were in their pajamas and had pillows piles everywhere. I got really scared that the person who was following me would get inside or if he had a gun, so I launched myself upstairs to my dorm.

Inside, I noticed some more pairs of shoes, more pillows, and a few more suitcases. I walked in, thinking I had a roommate now, and I saw a little girl in a very frilly blood-red dress with black lace sitting in a chair. She was blond and looked vaguely like a friend from high school's little cousin (she's the only kid under 10 I can stand). Apparently she was my dream-self's nemesis, so I bolted out the door. My door was at the end of a hallway, with the staircase right in front, and then the hallway continued after that. I intended to vault over the staircase completely, but I leapt over the wall, came short, and fell down the stairwell. Luckily there was a huge pile of pillows at the bottom to soften my fall. I bolted down the hallway and out the door.

And then I woke up.

(This dream is a few days old. Forgive me for forgetting some details.)

The dream started with me on my trusty bike riding down the highway with the full intention of making it to Portland to visit my dad. Mind you, it takes a good 45 minutes to make it by car from where I live. I didn't have anything with me, except like my wallet with my ID in it. I made it  all the way to the OHSU hill (this is a MASSIVE hill, by the way, and my dad used to live pretty close to the top), and I started the long ride up. About halfway up I started going around a curve when I stopped to take a breather. I noticed a car was parked in a driveway, the driver looking confused. I went up and asked him if he was looking for something, and he said he was looking for a green house somewhere up here. I turned back and pointed up the hill, and he started off.

I then realized that, wait, this is where my dad used to live, and he now lived pretty much across the city. As I turned around to head back down the huge hill, I looked back to see the green house that I thought the guy needed, and pondered why he drove right past it. Oh well.

Can't remember the ride down the hill, but I made it back to the freeway when I realized I had no idea how to get to my dad's new house. Somehow I ended up hitchhiking with these two ladies, a mother and daughter. It was dark by now, and the mother was driving fairly erratically--changing lanes without signaling, stuff like that, but staying under the speed limit. The daughter goes, "Uh oh. He's screwed," and I look back behind us. There was a half-built exit ramp with barriers and traffic cones and stuff around it, but a guy just barreled through them and ended up crashing to the ground under the freeway.

Just as we saw that, the mother thought another exit ramp was finished and decided to take it. It wasn't finished, so we ended up flying head-first into a lake. I started to freak out and started opening the door as we were falling, when I realized it was only a little pond and around waist deep. I grabbed a plastic bag full of stuff next to me to save it (don't know why--it wasn't mine) and we waded out of the pond, then followed some stairs that led from the pond back up to the freeway. (The dream was actually making fairly good sense up until this point.)

We were close enough to downtown Portland, so we walked into a library/hospital/homeless shelter. It had an emergency room somewhere, doctors rushing around, bookshelves, lots of random people sitting on the computers around the room. By this point I said to the mother that I really ought to call my dad, as he's probably worried about me. I saw a pay phone, but they kept me from going over to it by making me sign in. I signed about five different forms for some reason or other, and I noticed a form on the floor. I read the five signatures, and it was my sister's, in her handwriting and everything. Knowing she must be around here somewhere, I turned around. My sister was sitting at a computer, her back toward me, and my dad was leaning against the wall right by the door (why did he not see us come in?). My sister ran over and I hugged her, and then I hugged my dad and started crying.

Suddenly my dad breaks away, steps back a few feet, and goes, "It's not you, but man, it stinks in here!" and then takes his shirt off.

And then I woke up.

I was with someone else, standing in what seemed to be a tractor path. We both had smallish backpacks full of supplies of some kind; we must have been hiking or camping. On one side of the path was a field of what looked like young blueberry plants, and on the other side was a deep forest.

The sun had set, and it was getting dark fast. We had stopped so I could get something out of my backpack when I realized that we were near a house, presumably belonging to the people that owned the field. The wife came running out of the house, screaming. The husband followed with their small black dog, tied to a giant piece of cardstock by a zip-tie around its neck. He took the board with the dog attached and somehow hung it on the gutter above the porch, like a display, and chased after his wife with a gun.

My companion had booked it into the forest, but I ran to the house and took the dog and the board off the gutter, then ran into the blueberry field. I tore at the zip-tie, but couldn't get it off the dog's neck, so I just ripped the cardstock off. I turned around and realized the guy was coming after me with the gun, so I ran as fast as I could through the blueberry patch, running back and forth in zig zags to avoid the man's shots at me.

I made it through the blueberries and ran into another field with some kind of vines or tall growing crop. Somewhere around here the man shot at me and grazed my waist, but I kept running, the little dog under my arm. I finally came to a hill, and was so grateful to find a small town on the other side. I made it to a tiny gas station and convenience store, and told the clerk to call the police. He was taking his sweet time with his cell phone, and I was about to tell him to hurry up when I saw the man through the windows and decided to leave again. The two clerks followed me out of the store.

The dog ran away somewhere around this point. A building was on fire in the background, so some police cars were already on the scene. They didn't seem to be paying attention to the crazy guy coming after me with a gun. My point of view changed from first-person to third-person, with camera movements much like a movie. The man shot me in the arm, and one of the store clerks in the chest. He was a goner. My adrenaline was keeping my arm from hurting too bad, but it did ache. I kept running and running, trying to find a place to hide. The other clerk got shot, as well as some other lady.

The man calls out something, and I slowly turn around. He's about 10 feet from me, and he's pointing the gun at my chest. I close my eyes. Suddenly I hear a louder shot, and I jump, thinking I'm dead. I opened my eyes and saw the man with the gun with a gaping hole in his chest. He fell, and behind him stood a single cop with his gun pointed at him.

And then I woke up.

The first part of the dream was much longer than this, but all I remember is that I started out above a house on a hill and flew over a valley full of trees. It was around sunset, and I could see the horizon on all sides, with fields of crops all around me. I caught a huge air current and soared really, really high, then I dipped back down and followed a dirt road back into town. I was flying on huuuuuge green dragon wings, just like Erin. :3 They were really big, really long, and the membrane between the fingers was really thick. I remember them really vividly; it was awesome. Keep in mind that throughout this entire dream, even through changing between different "scenes," I had these wings the whole time.

( This is really long dream. Read more... )

I was flying around Antarctica with three other people around my age. The girl in front of me had bright white dragon wings, while I had no idea if the other two people, or me for that matter, had wings as well. We were flying around these huge glaciers that had popped up out of the sea. It was like a hole had been dug in the ice, which was really, really thick, so it was like an indoor ice arena of some sort.

The wind carried me higher and higher, until I got shot down by something and plummeted to the freezing waters below. I don't remember actually being in the water, but I remember being pulled out by a guy around my age and taking me to a house. (No clue how we got there so fast, but ah well.) He opened the door and shouted something like, "I need help!"

The only thing after that I remember is waking up on a cot inside an igloo and thinking that my toes were frostbitten and I needed to get to a doctor to get them amputated.

Yeah. xD

I was watching Doctor Who, an episode of Ninth Doctor that I had, surprisingly, never seen before. Only this time, the Doctor got hurt and regenerated... into Captain Jean-Luc Picard. xD I remember distinctly pointing a finger at the TV and going, "Heeeeeeeey!!!" after Captain Picard saying, "I'm Doctor Who!"

That is all. xD

I have no idea why I was here at another school, but I'm assuming it was a huge field trip because I recognized quite a few people around me. I didn't recognize the school at all, at least not from the outside since we didn't go inside. I stayed with a childhood friend of mine, Aaron, who was carrying around this huge backpack. We decided to go explore around the back of the school instead of head inside with the rest of the students.

We went around and saw some outdoor lockers, and went further and saw the soccer field in back of the school. At the edge of the field the ground went up into a fairly big hill that was covered in trees. The property seemed to stop there because it was fairly unkempt. Aaron and I were standing with another girl, don't know who she was, and then he told me to run back to his locker and get his giant book. I ran around to the outdoor lockers and just kind of stuck my hand through the door of the locker and felt around inside. (Danny Phantom powers making their appearance again, eh?)

I never found his book, but I found something like it, so I brought it back. Instead of Aaron back there, it was just the girl. We wandered further behind the school and found a spot that had trees but was still on the property. Dream gets really fuzzy here, I think I tried to fly at one point, and had to go back to the locker two or three more times to put some school supplies back. I ghosted my way through the locker a few more times too. I think at one point I tried showing someone and it was harder than before, like letting someone watch made it harder for my powers to work.

The last time I went back to the locker, I saw these trolley-like cars going back and forth on rails by the school. They went to another campus apparently, and I hopped on. It took awhile, but we ended up out in the middle of the high desert on this giant campus. The building we arrived at was a giant glass building that was shaped like an arch. There were a couple of other trolleys running around, as well as some that could go up and down like elevators.

That is all.

(There was more of the dream before this part, but I can't remember any of it.)

I was riding in my friend Elise's car, and she was driving. It was me, her, and her niece Sonya next to me in the back seat. We were going down the highway on our way home from a Renaissance Faire or something like it (we were wearing long dresses) and we decided we were hungry. Sonya suggested this place that sold everything - candy, pancakes, cotton candy, hamburgers, taffy, etc. We drive into the parking lot and get in line behind a bunch of other cars. We got closer to the building, and suddenly - POP - we were standing inside the restaurant and the car was magically parked somewhere across the highway in another parking lot. Convenient.

Inside was a lot smaller than what it looked like from the outside. We were packed in a tight line; apparently this place was really popular. To my left was a display case full of pastries, cakes, cupcakes, fudge, stuff like that. (I must have been hungry before I went to bed.) On the other side of the display case was a seating area that was full of people eating. To my right was a little bitty room that seemed like it should be off limits. There was a taffy pulling machine in the back, and it was full of supplies and other stuff. On another wall, different colored pieces of cotton candy were hung on thumbtacks with little post-it notes attached to them. There were some weird words listed next to the piece of cotton candy, but I do remember seeing the word "chartreuse" next to some yellowish cotton candy, so I'm assuming they were color references for future batches of cotton candy.

I don't think we ever got our food, but I remember getting back in the car and driving off. We ended up at my grandmother's house, in the computer room that I used to spend a lot of time in. Instead, it was me, Elise, and two other friends, Ashley and Jacob. There was something about three evil sorceresses, and we had to put a stop to whatever havoc they were wreaking. We were still in our Renaissance garb, but in the closet we found a pile of fake fabric wings of assorted styles. Elise put one pair on, a kind of fiery looking pair. I picked a big black pair and put them on.

Somehow the sorceresses showed up and locked us in a plain metal room with a little bitty barred window near the top of one wall. We were all together, when one of the sorceresses offered to "give me" the wings I was wearing. Next thing I know, I'm tied up and I'm hanging by my ankles from the ceiling. Elise thought it would be funny to make me swing around in a giant circle. The sorceress did her thing, chanted some mystical words, threw faerie dust over a fire, whatever. But I did end up with the wings "grafted" to my back.

The sorceresses refused to let us out of the metal room until something happened, and it did, so we ended up back in my grandmother's house. This whole time I was playing with my wings, trying to flatten them out, flattening them against my back so I could hide them, stretching them waaaay out, just trying to get used to them. Flapping them was a different story; apparently I'm not coordinated enough to flap.

I think there was another part of the dream that involved being the car again, but I can't remember. Yay wings!

This dream was really sporadic, so I'll try to make as much sense of it as I can.

It started out with me, tirsden , and an acquaintance from school Hallie. We were sitting around in my real life living room, only it seemed twice as big as usual. We were all wearing hospital gowns (they covered all of us, so we weren't nekkid), and somehow I had gotten in my brain that we were supposed to be at an insane asylum, but we were on break. (LOL)

Tirsden and I wanted to play WoW, but she had to go back to her house and log in, then come back to my house to play (dream logic fail?). She also mentioned that she had to stop by Hi-School Pharmacy to get something, which was suddenly right next door. She headed out the door and walked down the street.

Suddenly the dream changed, and I was back at the insane asylum. Inside looked like a lobby to a hotel, with soft lights on the wall and dark carpeting, with a dinner or ballroom off to the left. I walked in the door and was greeted by another friend from school, Katelyn, who gave me a hug. She seemed to be visiting me here at the asylum, as well as to see the Art Exhibition that was being held here. I knew that all the inmates were on break at the time so they could see their families and look at the art on display. I was holding a tiny stained glass replica of a table that I wanted to build, but this was only a prototype. It had a square top, but the four legs were large triangles, and the table stood on the points of the triangles. It was blue and had stars on it.

The dream changed again and I was making my way through the ballroom mentioned before, only this time it was packed with people, mostly inmates and their families. I knew that I had to find one specific guy. Tirsden was with me again, and she asked who he was. I told her that he was my twin brother. I never did find him.

For some reason, I now had to sneak around the asylum pretending to be my twin brother. I was with one of his friends, and he asked me to follow him into the men's bathroom. (We were wearing civilian clothes now, not sure why.) We both went into a stall to use the bathroom, and suddenly the friend's hands came under the door and started tying my shoelaces together.

My mom woke me up to tell me she was running some errands. I fell back asleep.

It gets really fuzzy here; something about a bucket of toxic chemicals that he dipped my shoes into, and then a lady came in to clean them off or something...

After that mess, I was the only one left in the bathroom. I think I changed back into my hospital gown, and I washed my face in the bathroom sink. Somewhere in here I got really frustrated that I was still in this hellhole and couldn't understand why I was here in the first place. I suddenly realized, "When does fourth period start?!" I bolt out of the bathroom and into our "dorm" (which included a bunk bed, a trundle bed, and a desk). Hallie was on her bed reading a book, and Tirsden was at the computer (figures. xD ) She spun around to face me while I frantically looked around for my schedule.

Then I woke up again.

I think there was more to this because it was a really long dream, so if I remember more, I'll add it in.

This first part is fuzzy and went by pretty fast, so there's not a lot of detail. The dream started out with me and bunch of other people in the basement or ground-level floor of, I'm assuming, one of the friend's houses. It seemed like I was the odd one out; I think most of the friends were Sophomores, ones that participated in the play I directed last year. It was somewhere around midnight, in the middle of nowhere, so there was no light pollution outside. Part of the group was in the basement's family room, part of it outside in a pool or on a trampoline or something. The moon was full, and it shone brightly through the windows.

I escaped the group and decided I should be looking for something important, information, something. So I went into the bathroom and noticed that it was kind of creepy how the room was dark with the moonlight shining through. I looked up at the moon and something about werewolves crossed by mind, so I started heading outside. I felt like I needed to get out of here fast for some reason.

Suddenly I was going up some stairs in a totally different place. I kept going up and saw a set of double doors, which I listened through. I heard some voices coming from what seemed like a large, echoey room. I slowly opened the door and let my head peek through, and I realized that I was in a glorified version of my high school's theater. A play was going on, so the lights were bright on stage, but the back of the theater was dark. It seemed too full for the seats - there were people standing on the sides and leaning against the wall.

I crept out, and no one seemed to notice me. I noticed my dad and grandfather sitting nearer to the stage, and I'm glad they didn't see me. I slid along the wall and made it to the back of the theater, where I slid out into the lobby. Here, it didn't look a thing like my high school theater. It looked more like the lobby to a college, only with movie theater lights hanging up on the wall, the long straight neon-colored lights. There were receptionists sitting behind a semi-circle shaped desk.

I needed to get down to the theater basement this time, but there was a big guy standing in front of the sinister-looking door. I went around to the front of the receptionists' desk and said, "Hi, I'm an understudy for this play, but I wasn't needed tonight. They have enough extras. I left my costume in the changing room in the basement. Can I go and get it?" I was on edge and trying to stay calm, like I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

The receptionist says something like, "Sure! But you might get lost. Here, let me print out a map for you." Even though I knew where I was going, I stayed put. It seemed like I was on a rescue mission or a mission to get more information out of a corrupt company (This is probably influenced by the book I read before I went to bed, where the characters frequently lie about their origins or sneak around in a places they shouldn't be.)

The receptionist motioned for me to come around the desk and look at her computer screen, and that's when I noticed that she had brought her young daughter with her to work. I looked down at the girl's arm and I could see every individual hair on her skin. I mentally remarked that this was the most realistic dream I had ever had. The whole thing felt so real, like I was actually awake; I reached up and actually felt myself scratch my cheek, which is weird, considering that I don't think I felt myself touch my own face or skin before.

Then the phone woke me up.

I was playing a new virtual reality computer game. While I don't remember putting on a headset or getting into a giant sphere to run around in, subconsciously I knew that I was already playing in this virtual world. I had chosen to be a Vampire race. Not sure why, considering I hate vampires and think they're the most overrated things in the world.

It was daytime and I was outside (no sparkling, please) because I was on a quest to rid this menace from my house, which was a giant dark, creepy mansion. Turns out it was a crazy hobo with a magic wand that kept poking me and my party. (Somehow I ended up with a bunch of other people and my real life sister as well.) He looked a lot like the crazy train guy from the second Matrix movie. When the hobo poked you with the magic wand, it stunned you for a minute, then for some reason gave you immunity to lightning-based attacks for a short amount of time. I got poked, and it stunned me for a minute or so. I slumped against the house while my party ran off after the guy.

Suddenly it was nighttime, and my party and I were upstairs in the giant mansion with my in-game parents. They looked like the Addams Family; one lady had really big hair too, kind of like Frankenstein's wife. Anyway, we had just seen the evil hobo jump into a portal of some kind down on the ground, but he closed the portal behind him. My "mother," the lady with the big hair, made a new portal, but she couldn't send organic lifeforms through. So, my sister pulls out a black silk cloth from her pocket and says, "Use this." My "mother" waved the black cloth at my sister, and she was sucked into the cloth and disappeared. My mother wadded up the cloth and tossed it into this new portal, but the portal spit the cloth back out and my mother caught it. I knew my sister had made it to the other side.

We discussed what else to use to transport me through the portal, but it seemed that the cloth was undamaged during the transport, so we used the same cloth.  She waved the cloth at me, and I felt myself be sucked into the cloth. I was blind for a bit, but I felt like I was blowing in a breeze.

I felt myself be tossed into the portal, and suddenly my sister and I were standing on a balcony above this giant amusement park. It was dark and kind of chilly, the stars shining bright. Somehow I had received the cloth, and I held it out behind me and wanted to make a glider or a cape or wings of some kind, so I concentrated and somehow the once 2 foot by 2 foot cloth stretched to be around 10 by 10. My sister held one end and I held the other, and right before we were about to jump, my sister points to something in the distance and says, "Wait! I wanna go to Ron's house!"

I look over the amusement park and there was a huge city beyond, one house in particular had all its lights on. I'm pretty sure I ignored her, or said something like, "Later. We have to do this first." We jumped and glided down to the ground. We saw the hobo flee into the crowd, and we started to follow.

Suddenly it was daytime again, and the only thing I remember about this part of the dream was that I somehow saved one of the roller coasters from crashing. I was inside the fenced off area, kind of below the coaster, and somehow the coaster was still on the tracks but riding along the ground. I remember crouching next to the fence and covering my head and neck, the coaster blew past me. Next thing I remember is applause and I look down to see that I'm wearing some kind of yellow superhero costume.

Let's see. First, some background. The "new" high school was built a few years ago, looks like a jail, and that's where I attended high school for my freshman year. The "old" high school is the one that was built a loooong time ago, it's an awesome brick building, and it's where I went to high school for the next three years.

I started out at the old high school's theater, where I spent a lot of my time when I was in high school (that's so awesome to say that I'm not in high school anymore!!). I was talking with Mr. O, the theater teacher about my last class, can't remember what it was. I remember looking up at a giant schedule board that told what times different classes started. I had an hour or so to kill before going to Calculus. But then I looked at the time Calculus started, and it had started a full hour before. I freaked out, until I realized that Calculus started at 2:45 on "Number 2" days. It was Monday, so it was a "Number 1" day. Why Monday was a Number 1 day and Tuesday was a Number 2 day, I have no idea.

I then realized that I had no more classes for the rest of the day, which was really weird because it was only 3 o'clock. I guess the school had been converted into a college. I decided that I might want to get my own personal schedule (not sure why I didn't have it in the first place) so I headed over to the new high school to some kind of department, can't remember what it was called, but it did have a specific name. I walked all over this place and couldn't find the office, so I ended up in a room full of my old classmates.

I asked one of them, David, what this class was. He told me the class name - again, it had a specific name, but I can't remember it. It was very technical. - and it sounded relatively interesting, so I sat down. The teacher came in, and lo and behold, it was Alton Brown! He was the TEACHER! xD

Turns out it was a cooking class, but they had named it something weird so it wouldn't get filled up as fast. He explained that his TV show went down the drain (OH NOES!!) so he moved to Oregon. I asked him if he liked the weather and climate compared to Georgia, where his show is (was) located. He said, "I grew up in the middle east. Anything is better than that."

My response: ...O___o

The dream started in San Francisco. I was there with my sister and my mom, and we had just come from a hotel to the pier, presumably to see the sea lions. It was overcast and warm, but surprisingly not humid. I'm not sure why I remember the weather so well.

We made it to the pier and saw a huge crowd of people all over the place, looking over the edge of the docks, running through the streets, greeting people. But most of them were standing in line in front of a little gazebo-like thing, kind of like an information booth at the beach. (Not sure if any place other than Oregon has those things, but anyway.)

I was wondering what the line was for, when I looked over and I saw my friend's brother standing next to Abe Sapien from Hellboy. Only Abe wasn't wearing any pants. xDD Don't worry, he didn't have anything down there, but it was weird seeing him without those black shorts. For some reason, I knew that it was really Kyle, my friend's brother's friend. So I got it in my head that Kyle had become a fishy person and something magical was going on, and I wanted to be part of it.

I looked around and saw a bunch of other fishy people being helped back up onto the dock by their families. One girl had turned blue and got webbed fingers and toes and fins on her legs and arms, kind of like Abe. Her hair had turned blue as well. Another girl only had blue markings all over her body.

I ran and got in the really long line, and the dream fast forwards to when I'm next in line. This guy is sitting at a really low table (can't remember what he looked like), and he gave me a pamphlet/magazine thing and said to fill it out, and afterwards, if I was a good candidate, I would get my very own piece of "magic." "Uhh, okay," I said, and started filling out the GIANT questionnaire that took up the entirety of the packet. A bunch of other people were just filling in random bubbles to get their magic. Problem was, I didn't finish the questionnaire before the guy had to leave, but I wanted to be truthful in my answers, so I didn't get my magic.

Somehow we ended up at a pawn shop and we found a tiny chest with two things in it: a dark brown twig about an inch long, and a cheap looking, flat, iridescent plastic bead. My mom grabbed the chest and bought it, then explained that it was my grandfather's and that I should have it. The bead ended up on a necklace around my neck, and the twig went into my pocket. For some reason I knew that this was the "magic" the guy was talking about.

We ended up in a World of Warcraft looking cave (okay, too much WoW), with a cavern filled with water that extended a long way. There were rocky pedestals jutting up from the water, and there was another girl sitting on one. She reminded me of my character Kaitlyn, only this girl had long blonde hair instead of brown. She had just gotten her "magic" too, so she offered to help me out. The girl slid into the water, said something unintelligible, and dove beneath the surface. I did the same thing, still can't remember the words we said, and I jumped in. I felt something that can only be described as "weird," and I saw what the girl had turned into. Her hair had turned coral pink, and she had grown yellow tentacles from somewhere around her waist.

The first thing I noticed was that I could breathe underwater. (I have these dreams a lot, they're cool :D ) Like my other underwater dreams, I breathed normally, but I guess my lungs could extract the oxygen from the water I took into my system. I have no idea how that works.

I wanted to know what I looked like. I looked down and saw that I now had webbed fingers and toes, so I found a mirror - why there was a mirror underwater, I have no idea - and, strangely enough, the only other thing that was different was that I had grown gills.... on my head.

Now let me explain. Nudibranchs, or as they're more commonly known, sea slugs, have gills in the form of tufts on their back. Like this:



Well, I had two of those. On top of my head. Like Sailor Moon buns.

Anywho, we swam around a LOT and had some fun breathing underwater. After awhile I told the girl (apparently we could talk underwater) that I was jealous that she got something cooler than the gills on my head. We both spotted a bright light waaaay down the underwater cavern, so we decided to go towards it. The cavern opened up into the entrance to a secret underground base or military bunker. The girl and I hid behind some boxes. This is where it gets fuzzy. I remember seeing something suspicious, like a weapon or some weird experiments or something. Next thing I know, we're getting chased by guys with guns, and we jump back into the pool and swim as fast as we can.

I know there are some bits in there that I forgot or mangled horribly, but that's pretty much it. A whole lot of the dream consisted of swimming through and around those rock pedestals and having fun going really fast, so I cut that short. I sort of wish I had a more interesting fishy form, maybe that would have sparked a drawing.

It started out with me and some other guys in a field. The field was really long, but only half a football field wide. A hot air balloon was coming in to land, andthe field had power lines on both sides. The hot air balloon made it over the first set of lines, but the people riding in it threw down a couple of ropes so we could help pull it to a stop before it hit the power lines on the other side of the field.

It pulled it to a stop, weighed it down, and got in. Suddenly we were up in the air, and I was with a man and woman I didn't recognize. The man was attached via rope and harness to another hot air balloon maybe 10 feet from our own. My point of view switched to his, and he was stealing something fluffy from the bottom of the other balloon. This other balloon didn't seem to have any people in it.... Dream logic says they were hanging from a rope waaaaay down below the balloon, so somehow they couldn't see us stealing their stuff. Turns out the fluffy stuff was insulation, the pink and blue kind, and I (the guy) was stealing it from the bottom of their balloon and replacing it with cotton and throwing a carpet over top.

Suddenly we were on the ground again, and we had to replace our "bad" insulation with this other balloon's "good" insulation. I was inside the basket of the balloon, looking up at the massive balloon above us. It was still floating, but the flame had gone out. We had landed on the side of a river, on a cliff overlooking the water below. I looked up to see more power line, but made sure that the wind was going the opposite direction of them. I look back behind me, and realize that the inside of the basket is HUGE. Either that or we had shrunk, because the walls of the basket were now 10 feet tall, and the whole basket stretched a good gym-sized distance away. We had finished laying down the new insulation and were laying that weird, rope-like, potato-sack like material over top of that... when I woke up.

Ohhh man, this dream was so cool! And it has a WTF moment, so you get one of those too. xD

It started off with me waiting in front of the Rite Aid in town here for my father to come pick me and my younger sister up. Only thing was, I had little bitty purple dragon wings! ^_^ I remember trying to stretch them out and move them around because they had "just grown in" or something, and I also remember either thinking, knowing, or having a conversation with someone about me being a "late bloomer." I guess that's why my wings were so small and I couldn't move them very well.

Anywho, I was stretching them out, and they could stretch all the way back out, perpendicular to my back, and out about two feet to each side. I didn't really have any fine control over any of the phalanges. They were seriously tiny; they didn't even reach my waist. I remember being upset that I couldn't fly yet, and I was in a particularly rant-y mood that day, so I ranted to my sister about it for a little while before my dad drove up.

We got in the car and drove out a road I know very well (this was a weird dream for a couple of reasons, the main one being that I was in my town and everything was exactly how I knew it...at least, until we got out of town). We were heading to my dad's house at the beach (doesn't really exist), but on the way we drove through a field of wheat and there were giant machines on either side of the road (This is where the logic part of my brain went 'WTF?'). They looked like those giant oil drilling machines that kind of look like grasshopper legs when they pump the oil from the ground. They were really close to the road, facing each other, and I remember we slowed waaaay down to be able to go up a ramp and through a hole these things created when they faced each other.

After successfully driving through this field of "monsters," as my dream-sister called them, we made it to the beach house. We went in the back door, and apparently I had gotten a haircut and wanted to show my stepmother, Robin. I ran into the kitchen (didn't recognize this house off the top of my head, but now that I think about it, I've dreamed about this house once before) where she was, and said something like, "I can't fly yet, but I got a haircut!" And she just sort of stared at me.

And then I woke up.

I really want to make this into a story. Perhaps something about a world where all creations go to live. Lots of reoccurring places in dream lately, even if I don't actually go to/inside them. Hm. Interesting. I'd like to read the interpretations on this one!

While I've been sick and sleeping 14 hours a day, I've had a bunch of short, weird dreams. They sort of happened one right after the other, but I'll try my best to remember all of them.

Dream #1: Trip to DC

Yep, I went to DC for... some reason. I remember that I ended up at a little tiny bookstore in downtown DC (keep in mind I've never been to DC, so I have no idea what it looks like or what the surrounding areas look like). I looked through there for awhile, but then I made up some sort of story about this guy who... did something that I didn't like, and I needed to find him in the "naughty" part of town. Like the strip clubs or something.

So I hail a cab, tell the cab driver I want to go to the naughty part of town, "you know, with the strip clubs and stuff." He had a passenger in the passenger seat, and through conversation I learned that he was the cab driver's son. Anyway, we drive pretty much all the way around DC instead of just through downtown, but that was okay because I had a lot of money for the fare and I wanted to see some of the scenery. What was weird about that was at one point, we drove past a hotel that I had dreamed about a long time ago, with the jelly-bean shaped pool and Mexican pueblo look, just like how I remember. Very strange. Another weird thing was that while we were driving down the freeway, the cab driver pointed at something out the window. I scooted over to the other side of the cab, and I saw a flying killer whale. Yeah. Little strange.

We never did get to the "naughty" part of town.

Dream #2: Danny Phantom movie?

The only part of this dream I remember is that I saw a trailer for a 3D/anime/Advent Children-looking Danny Phantom movie! It was kinda neat. ^^;

Well, I thought I could remember more, but I might later today. That's all for now.

This one happened awhile ago, but since I told a few people about it I can remember most of it.

A friend of mine, Gavin, broke into my house in the middle of the night, without waking anyone else in my family, no less, bringing a giant fold up table with him. Can't quite remember how, but he convinced me to go to Mars with him. Apparently I knew he could fly, or was part-Danny Phantom or something.

We go out to the next street over to my house and we end up at the middle school about a block away. We're still hauling the table with us, and I have no idea why. We end up at the field at said school, and I remember looking up and seeing the stars. As I brought my camera out to take pictures, Gavin and I start flying up into space (with the giant fold-up table in tow). Nope, we didn't have space helmets or anything, but apparently ghosts can breathe in outer space. Yeah, I dunno either.

We start toward Mars, and we can barely see it ahead of us, and a random wormhole appears. We fly through it, and we're suddenly on Mars. And the entire planet is covered in trash. A huge, thick layer of garbage from Earth covered the place, and we waded through it, me taking pictures and videos and ranting about how we make so much trash that we just send it out to space and no one thinks twice about it.

We end up packing up a bunch of trash into a garbage bag that we had brought, and we make it back to Earth (I guess we left the giant fold-up table on Mars). Random time jump later, and Gavin and I are on a talk show or interview of some kind, sitting on a king-size bed with all the garbage from Mars strewn over it. We look through the garbage and mostly find candy and chip wrappers, but we find human skulls and bones as well.

Then I woke up. WTF?

Well, can't remember much of this one, but I'll give it a shot.

I remember that I was very much like Erin. Yes, complete with dragon wings! I do remember flying a lot, mostly over green hills and valleys with houses scattered about. I was taking photographs of what I flew over, and the camera I had had a movie mode, so I took some videos from up there too.

I remember being just a tad worried that people would see me, as I was flying pretty low over the roofs of the houses, but it didn't bother me enough to do anything about it. I ended up landing on the bank of a creek with two little black girls. I showed them some of the pictures and videos I took, and somehow I got on the topic of how there was a comic book about me, so I pulled out the comic book and tried to find the best picture of me to show the girls.

There was something about the girls' parents coming back and me wanting to stay and swim with the girls, but it didn't get anywhere that I can remember. ^^;

Yep, another X-men/superpowers/flying dream. That makes, what, three in a row already? Neat. xD

Anywho, very sketchy except in a few parts, so bear with me as I wrack my brain.

For the first part, I was with two other people, Rachel and Jamie, whom I've known from school forever. We were on the giant balcony of a mansion looking out over giant hills and a slightly fantasy/futuristic city in the valley, the sun setting behind it. Quite pretty, and I swear I've seen something like it before. Maybe on deviantART.

Rachel, Jamie and I decided to climb over the balcony and onto a thin walkway reeeeally high above the city that led to a giant water tank/purification center. Something like that. We walked on that for awhile, and my dream-self decided that I needed to tell Rachel and Jamie that I could fly. Now that I think about it, the path curved toward the sunset for a long while, and I think I flew from where I was standing to a point farther along the path. I didn't have wings this time, and I don't actually remember flying, but oh well.

The dream suddenly changed to me standing on the field of the school I live right next to with a bunch of other people. I vaguely remember knowing a few, but I didn't recognize most of them. I was wearing a lot of yellow clothing, and I remember looking up and seeing the sunset just ending and lots of stars in the sky.

Next thing I know, and we're all in a gym with a stage on one end. We're all wearing really pretty dresses and tuxedos, and there are loads of people filing into the place. I remember that I was wearing a sparkly red dress with a ribbon that wrapped around my neck like a halter top. It was neat. xD What's weird is that when I woke up, I remember having something draped over my neck, which explains why I distinctly remember feeling something around my neck for most of the dream. Anyway it was for some kind of Christmas program for the kids or something, and one of the group members suddenly "went evil." I can't remember what she did or how, but we all instantly labeled her as "the villain."

Suddenly she floats above the ground, looking all sinister in her sparkly blue dress, and she comes after me. I turn around and jump to start flying, looking high into the ceiling. I find that if I look to where I want to go, I will automatically go that direction. No wings this time either, but it was more Danny Phantom-like than anything else. xD I start banking around the gym and flying in spirals to try to shake her off my tail, then my dream-self decides that I can shock her with my electricity powers! I turn around and fly at her, but I miss. The dream got really action-y at this point, and I think I remember charging a ball of electricty and throwing them at her multiple times. I do remember grabbing her around the torso and watch as bright yellow lightning bolts jump around us.

After she screams loudly into my ear, we land hard on the ground and she pushes me away. I'm exhausted, but I charge my next attack and grab her, zapping her again. She...... goes away, somehow, and my friend Ashley comes up and gives me a high five. (She's also wearing a red dress, which leads me to believe that she had been there the entire time.)

Something about going backstage and helping set up set pieces goes here, but that was pretty much it. I think my brain likes the shiny superpower flying dreams! ^_^