Break-dancin' Midget

I was at a family picnic of sorts... kind of like our Christmas gathering. My friend, Jim walks in holding a little boy's hand. Jim's not married, and as far as I know, doesn't have any kids, so I was surprised to see him with a baby. My thought was, "Jim has a kid?!?" Well, I bent down to talk to the 2-foot-tall child (in baby talk, of course) and do a little cheek-pinching (or something like that), and then as they walked away, I realized this baby had a full beard! This wasn't Jim's kid, this was a midget! WHY he was holding Jim's hand, I'll never know. Suddenly I felt bad for talking to him like he was a baby... and the midget glared at me while I apologized for doing so. Jim said, "he gets that a lot."

Later on in the evening, Jim and the midget started busting out some moves... break dancing! They were doing some pretty incredible stuff, so it was fun to watch. Then it occured to me what Jim was wearing: a red-blue-green plaid (flannel-type) shirt, belted at the waist and jeans with a double skinny belt. I thought, "two belts? I'm not sure I could do that... but Jim can pull it off!" But really..... not a good look, Jim.

Man's Woman

I was applying for a job at a hockey rink- sort of like a "water girl" for the team, but not. The other girls that were sitting waiting for their interviews were all dressed down, wearing jeans and hooded sweatshirts. Although that is what I would be wearing for the job, I wanted to look nice for the interview, so I was wearing slacks and a nice shirt (short sleeves, so I'm surprised I wasn't cold). I walked in (with my mom) with a giant smile on my face to make sure I made a great first impression. I walked up to a table, and the first thing they asked me was if I had any experience. I knew that experience was not required, but could tell immediately it was greatly preferred! And unfortunately, I had none. I started to say I kind of had some experience (but just because I dated a hockey player in high school doesn't mean I have experience as the team "water girl" or whatever), then eventually just said "no, not really."


Earlier in my dream, I was playing "boyfriend." I know what you're thinking: "excuse me??" My best friend, Alice and I were somewhere together with a bunch of other people, but I can't remember what we were doing. At one point, I sneaked away from the crowd to leave a surprise for Alice. I had a canister of rose petals, so I sprinkled them on the floor to Alice's room where she was staying and on her bed. (It made a sort of "shaker" sound when I shook them out of the canister instead of using my fingers.) Alice was in another room, but could see me around the corner at one point, so she found me out. Not as much of a surprise as I would have hoped. I don't know why I did it, except I wanted to make Alice smile. I knew she would get a kick out of it! And she did, when she saw me from the other room.

Not-So-Grand Canyons

I was walking to Texas Roadhouse for my birthday dinner. Fortunately, it was closer than Nevada to Johnston. The road I was on was very narrow, and cut-out, like the edges of the road were walls. Then some cars started coming toward me- in both lanes, and one immediately behind those- kind of like a gang of cars. I was staying as far to the left as possible, but decided since it was dark out, and there was no shoulder, I should probably just get off the road. So I hopped up the 3-4 foot grassy embankment and walked on the "sidewalk," a one-foot wide dirt path. There was a short tree right next to it that I would have had to crawl under to stay on the sidewalk, but next thing I knew, I found myself past that point, further from the road. Then I looked over and saw two cars ram each other head-on -- one drove over the other one and got stuck. They were big, old Buicks or something- one was blue, one was brown. I kept walking and noticed the ground in front of me was not the same- it was like there was a giant (maybe 50 feet across) canyon that I would need to get over or around. Some random guy that was there said "go back, it's not worth [the hasssle]." Over this canyon was a solid sheet of glass. It didn't reach the edges of the canyon, but was close. It was apparently suspended in mid-air. Suddenly, my friend, Lydia was there and she decided she was going to slide across the glass. So she did, head-first, on her stomach. It must have been a very smooth surface, because she slid very fast, and I was starting to worry that she wouldn't stop in time and slide off the edge! But she stopped just in time, and hopped to the land. I stood there for a minute thinking it would be fun, but kind of scared to do it, when my brother showed up. I told him to go next and I would be right behind him; I chickened out. 

Earlier in my dream, I was at a church program. Before the program began, I was sitting in some little closet with no door, singing. I was actually pretty good! The program was a musical, and I recognized two of the songs, but only remembered the first one. The first song I remembered was "Let's Go Fly a Kite," but was performed NOTHING like it was in Mary Poppins. There were a lot of people on the stage at the time (which was actually in the gym, with the audience sitting on the floor), and this guy, Kaleb was the star performer. At one point, he exited the stage, then we next saw him flying from the ceiling; it was pretty cool. Afterward, I was sitting on the gym floor, as well, and turned around and saw Kaleb and his family. His dad was about 60 years old, but was gorgeous, and we held eye contact for a few seconds. Then it occurred to me that I should say something to Kaleb to catch his attention.... with the thought of "hey, if I marry Kaleb, HE will probably still be as gorgeous as his dad someday, too!" So I turned to tell him "good job," but I kind of whispered/mumbled it, so I had to say it a few times (losing its effect. I finally slowed down and said "GOOOOD JOOOOOB" and gave the thumbs up, so he'd get it, and he finally did. So much for sparking his interest.

Stairway to...

A couple friends led me up into this tower. The stairwell to get up into it was kind of like the rocket ship slide you might see at city parks. Once we got up in it, we were in this big room with lots of people. Then I realized there was too much weight on our side, and we started to tip, so I asked if we needed to move to the other side to even it out. Someone reassured me it was ok, but I moved over anyway. Next thing I know, the whole tower is tipping to the ground, so I was holding on for dear life, thinking it was the end. We got all the way to the ground, and out the window I saw that the tower was on top of this old tree- it was a huge, sturdy trunk, but multiple swaying branches. After a second, the tower came back up again and tipped down to the other side, and it continued doing this, back and forth, like a pendulum.

Relocation

My landlord forced me to move out of my apartment. Before he told me this, he had already found a new apartment for me to move into right away. When I first visited it, a bunch of friends came with me. The place was still furnished from the former tenants- an old couple who had both just died. The place was a mess. It was on the 3rd floor of a building and had huge, east-facing windows in the living room and bedroom (despite the bedroom being just on the other side of the elevator to get upstairs). It was all dark woodwork, 80's style. The rent was only $10 more per month than my current rent, so that was ok, but tv wasn't included.... I mean, not even network tv... but that wasn't a big deal, because I don't watch tv anyway. I was excited about the building I would be living in, because outside my door, you could see all the way down to the lobby (like a balcony) and there were several neon-rainbow-colored grand pianos down there! I was hoping I would get to play them. Shortly after getting there, I had a knock on the door- it was the police. I told them I was the only one there (because my friends were all convicts).

Near-Death

I went to some sort of play, and as I walked in, I saw a few of my guy friends, but instead of sitting with them, I sat in the back so I could take pictures.

Later on, I was with my 180 students, and small groups were taking turns doing something- putting on some kind of act or something. Afterward, we all took a bus somewhere. For no good reason, we were all wearing gas masks on the bus. Suddenly, the good reason came... a hijacker on the back of the bus opened a smoke bomb (I think I called it a "gas bomb"). It wasn't just something that would be a nuisance, it would actually kill all of us. Everyone started to panic, and the photographer that was on the bus with us started to cry. She had no gas mask, and she thought the whole bus was doomed; I pretty much thought the same thing, and started to cry as well. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to fight for my life. I started to feel light-headed, and tried to hold my breath as much as possible. Then I thought, "why don't we just pull over and get off the bus?!" So I quickly ran up to the front, where my old school bus driver, Mr. Griffin was driving. I told him someone had just set off a gas bomb (he said he knew) and why don't we stop so we can get fresh air. He told me he didn't care; it was a good way to get rid of some of us, so he didn't have as many to haul at next pick-up! I was appalled!! I said, "you WERE my favorite.... WERE." The bus stopped, and just before I got off, I decided to run back and grab my bag and the big present I had with me. I don't think everyone else died, but only my friend from high school, Wayne, and I got off the bus. We looked around at the mess we had to clean up that our 180 kids left. I said gratefully, "I lost a few brain cells, and probably some of my health, but I'm alive!"

Eat N' Run

I was helping to lead something for kids. It was kind of like babysitting, but it was some kind of program. Toward the end of the day, the activity got a little weird: The middle-sized kids were supposed to eat as many of the little kids as possible. (Not for real, but like a computer program....only not.) And I got points for every little kid I fed to a medium kid. All I had to do was start to eat one- bite the head, bite the arm... kinda like a mama bird chews up the food for her baby birds. So I'd kill a little kid and feed it to a medium kid. Unfortunately, I recognized  some of the kids in my dream!

Later on, I was with my old high school cheer coach, Janelle, helping her with something [outside, along the road]. Her daughter had been at the event, so she had come to pick her up. I had planned to run home (8 miles, very ambitious), because I didn't have a car there. I helped Janelle so long it got dark, and I started to wonder how I was going to get home. I didn't want to impose on anybody, so I pulled out my phone to change my fb status- maybe somebody would respond to that. Then I realized Janelle didn't live very far from [my parents], so I asked her to give me a ride. She said she would, but only to the corner (aka- I could ride w/ her to HER house, but I'd be on my own from there...how considerate). Once again, I was going to change my fb status, but I kept messing up on my phone. Then I finally just said forget it, I'll just call my mom to come pick me up at Janelle's.