Best Dressed

I was expected to perform a skit by myself. I could choose what skit to use, and I had made my choice after seeing it in a magazine at my old manager's house (where her and another old manager were hanging out...with me). Before performing, I watched other friends and strangers perform. One group of four friends from high school did a parody of a song... I recognized the tune, but can't remember what it was. I remember thinking their singing was mediocre (...I'm so sweet). 

When it was my turn, I took some time to set up on stage; I had all my props in my backpack. Some of the props included a little stuffed cow and a pink, plastic pig. There was a table and chairs on the stage, so I placed the backpack on a chair. I had apparently been wearing pants earlier, but decided to take them off (I had shorts underneath). But then I realized that wouldn't work, because I had knee-high nylons on underneath slouch socks with tennis shoes. So I had the brilliant idea to roll the knee-highs down into the slouch socks. Unfortunately this created too much bulk. Instead I pulled them back up and pulled the socks up as well, which then became leg warmers! I flaunted them for a minute, because HOW COOL is that?!?! I looked like I was straight out of the 80's! Then...I realized that wouldn't work because magically the leg warmers turned into swishie pants and now the pants were hanging down around my knees, so I couldn't really walk. Not so cool. Back to pants. 

My skit started off with a song; apparently a lot of people knew this song, so I had a sort of choir of people standing down in front of the stage singing the song....I, however, could be found at the back of the room... not singing. I used the magazine in which I found the skit to read out of. When it was time for me to start the skit portion, I couldn't find the page of the magazine that I needed. Someone had torn it out and handed it off to someone else so they could both sing in the "choir" (not sure how that works out...) and it was lost. I was freaking out for a minute, then apologized, said I would be attempting to do it from memory (despite having NO part of it memorized), and began. I mumbled for a few minutes, then remembered I had copied the skit down onto paper that was still in my backpack! Saved! So I pulled that out and asked if I could start over. Fortunately for me, they could have cared less; I wanted to get a good grade, though, so I asked to make sure. The first line of the skit started out narrating a farm couple in the year 1830.

Dreams don't have to come true...

Indecent Exposure

I walked out my apartment into the hallway. My landlord was outside the front door to my apartment building and he rang the doorbell. (Mind you, the front door to my building has no doorbell.) I couldn't actually see him from where I was, because there was another door between us, but I knew it was him. I got nervous, because I walked out in jeans and nothing else, (I guess I wasn't worried about neighbors), but I was holding sheet music to Bile Dem Cabbage Down (the piano part). Holding the music up to me to "cover" myself, I let my landlord in; I knew my neighbor closest to the door would not do it. I'm not sure what I had to do to let him in, but we never actually saw each other...therefore my  "exposure"  wasn't really exposed. Thank God....

Many Vehicles

A group of friends and I went horseback riding. But we split up into two groups; one group actually went riding on trails, the other never actually got on the horses. Instead we were standing around these giant gears that were parallel to the floor, at about floor level; the floor had an opening where the gears were. For some reason, I stuck my bare foot out towards the gears (while they were moving) and got GLOBS of grease on me. So then I was trying to balance on one foot so I didn't get the grease all over while someone grabbed a cloth to clean off my foot. The floor around me was covered in manure. Balancing on one foot lasted a few seconds, but then I lost balance and caught myself with my hand... which is now also covered in manure. Then I had an itch on my face, and instead of using my left hand (the clean hand), my reflex was to use the right hand, and in turn I got manure in my mouth! GROSS. I'm not one to swear (in my dreams OR real life), but at this point, I felt the need to say "Well, I've had my share of $*** for the year!" The people around me chuckled with me.
Down the hall from there, my mom and aunt were visiting my grandpa. A bunch of my friends, some family and a business partner that were gathered around that area were talking about the house we were standing out in front of (which was, yes, down the hall from g'pa). The house belonged to my friend, Evan, and apparently he owned multiple houses; this surprised me, especially since he just celebrated his 26th birthday. This particular house was for sale. 
Later on, I visited my brother. I hung out with him for awhile, and had taken an extra sleeping bag and lots of blankets in case he invited me to stay overnight. He was sleeping in his car in our parents' driveway, so it would be freezing at night, and I wanted to make sure I was prepared. He did not invite me to stay, because he figured I would be cold. So thoughtful of him. So, I left.
Later on, I was in my own car parked somewhere when I saw my friend, Jim walking home from work. I cracked my window open (about 3 inches) to talk to him quick. He continued to head home...it was about 20 miles, and he didn't have a bike, but rather a radio control helicopter to get him home. Not sure how it would make a difference in getting him home, though. But then it started to downpour. I honked at Jim to get in the car. One of his dress shirts/slacks outfits was hanging on the hanger hook, so I grabbed them as he climbed in my car so that they wouldn't get soaked. Starting up the road, there were some boys playing in the street (the rain had apparently stopped already). I honked my horn as hard as I possibly could. I was frustrated that they were in my way, and even when one backed out of my way, he was still RIGHT next to my car. I decided to reach out and push him as I drove past. I looked back at Jim and he was frightened by my road rage. I told him "the more you honk, the more you honk," meaning if you honk your horn once, it gets in your blood and makes you want to honk more! 


*This is the point in my dream when I woke up to my alarm to wish my mom a happy birthday!*

*****YAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!!!*****

Upon falling back asleep, I recall being crammed in a van with my dad, a strange man and his daughter that we were giving a ride home, and 3 other girls, all around the age of 10, and my friend, Jamie. The guy kept arguing with my dad, and I knew Dad was getting annoyed. The guy insisted that we stop at this street sale to see his family's small heirloom photo that was there. I got out briefly to see what he insisted on stopping for (I didn't think it was worth it). Before getting back in the van, all of a sudden my mom was there and she said I had called her and complained while I was in the van. But it wasn't me. My purse w/ phone inside was under the seat. So I knew exactly who it was; it was Betty, one of the annoying little girls in the back seat. Now, I started to get worried that I wasn't going to get all my possessions back. We had apparently all had fancy hairdos at some point, because all us girls had tons of bobby pins. They were all sizes and colors. I tried to get them sorted out so everyone had their own. There were regular color, purple, standard size, and quarter-inch size.

Then began my new day....

Music Class

It was my second time to this place, and this time I was driving myself instead of riding with someone. I remember taking the off-ramp. It was sorta like school. Everyone went to different classes, but only 3 of us went to music class: my friend Sally*, her boyfriend and myself. But it was the first week of class, so the teacher talked to us for a few minutes, then left us alone, no singing or anything. It seems like we just sat there with our heads down for the rest of the time. 

As we were leaving, I headed towards the stairs (it was in an attic-type room) and saw that Sally's hair had changed. It was in funky, swoopy french braids! They're hard to explain, but the braids curved down over her ears then back up to her head. And the braids acted as a reminder for all of us of something earlier in the dream (unfortunately, I can't recall what). Then as we were leaving, the teacher made a weird comment to Sally about her shirt being see-through (she was wearing a beige tank top). But I was like, "it's not see-through, you're fine."

When we got back downstairs and met up with other friends, we told them about our lame, non-musical music class. 

At another point in the dream, I remember being at something like a makeup counter in a department store. Not for any reason, I just recall seeing it.

The rest of the dream is a blur, but I remember being around a lot of friends.

*remember, names have been changed to protect identities!

Great Purpose.

Yeah, ok, so this blog isn't really that purposeful. It's really just a place to log the crazy dreams that happen in my subconscious night after night. It was a long and drawn out process of creating this blog... many months of planning, surveying and preparing...... ah, who am I kidding, I thought up the idea yesterday and decided to go for it today!

As much as I would love to be super-dedicated to blogging everyday, I'm just not. I never have been. But I'll do my best to keep this updated frequently. And keep in mind, although I remember my dreams, that doesn't mean I remember them in their entirety! So, often I will remember only bits and pieces, but I'll give ya whatever I can.

Another note, since I'm usually dreaming about semi-real-life stuff, real-life people show up. Therefore, any names will be changed, and occasionally content will be edited. Just sayin'. 

Hope you enjoy dreaming vicariously through me!