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Short and Strange

My dream opened up at the elementary school (again).

I kept walking the hallways unable to do anything because all of the “extra” rooms like the art room, music room, multipurpose room, etc were being used as practice rooms for the school talent show. Every door I opened led to a room that had stage lighting, wooden floors, and red curtains. It looked very Glee!

I was bored so I dashed out the front doors of the school, and was immediately led into a big camper van in the middle of the woods. I had some friends there but I can’t tell exactly who they were. I do remember my old boss from the art store was there, which was bizarre in itself.

Apparently we were camping and cooking up some dinner inside the camper. All of a sudden, and bear claws through the screened in part of the door of the camper. It snarled and thrashed its head around and tried to bite whatever was in reach. Everyone wanted to protect themselves, but the only action any of us could do was pull out our phones and record the angry bear!

Then the bear tore the entire door down, and its equally angry cub came out and also tried to attack us.

I woke up just as I picked up my phone to record/save myself.

Rat Collection

This dream took place in a strange city that seemed like a mixture of New York City and Portland.

We were in an apartment; we meaning Ryan, myself, and all of our friends who were simply ambiguous characters that dream Emily couldn’t identify. I knew the apartment was our apartment, even though it was completely foreign to us. We were hosting a raging house party, people dancing and moving about. Not long after the party had started I spotted a huge cat-sized rat crawling around on the floor.

I decided to rescue it. I ran after it, but the rat didn’t want to be caught and scampered out the door of the apartment (which was open I guess?). I grabbed two friends and dashed after it, for what turned into a massive rat-catching spree.

Giant Rat ran across the street and into another set of apartments. We chased it up the stairs and saw it run after a small dog outside of a foreign apartment. This was one fearless rat. As we ran up to the rat and dog, the dog bolted into the apartment through a doggie door. Giant Rat followed. Frantically, I knocked on the door to alert whoever lived there that a humongous rat had just casually entered their house. The door was plush and extravagantly decorated. A woman in a sari (spelling?) opened the door and walked away ignoring my friends and I. She left the door open, almost like she expected us to come collect our vermin. It seemed like the woman and her family were getting dressed for a celebration or a wedding, and whatever it was happened to be far more important than talking to rat-catchers. I ran over to the corner of the strangers’ living room and scooped up Giant Rat. It wiggled around and complained, but eventually accepted that I wasn’t letting go.

We exited the random apartment, only to see anther small rat scurry by. This one was a cute brown and white splattered baby. It looked like a little cookie. I picked it up and felt a small gash on his belly. I felt so bad for him I had to stick him on my shoulder and take him with us. Our group decided we should get back to the party.

We found more and more along the way back. Lots more.The strange thing about all the rats was that they weren’t feral. They were all types of fancy rat, like what I would assume to see after a rat breeder’s house gets broken into.

We found baby ones and old ones. Tiny ones and giant ones. Each rat we found, we scooped up and carried, until our arms were full of around 6 rats each.

Nearing the apartment I had decided that I would be keeping 4 of them for myself, and had to alert Ryan of our new adoptees. We walked in, I showed Ryan the new babies, and began checking them in the kitchen light for their fur color, gender, and if they had any problems (so rational of Dream Emily).

The first one I picked up was a girl rat, which was okay because our boys were fixed. I thought this sweet girl rat was light brown, but as I brought her into the light I saw that her fur was actually a beautiful soft raspberry color.

As I went to pick up the next new rat, my alarm clock went off.

Unfortunately. I really wanted that raspberry rat.

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Back to School

I dreamed I went back to my old school.

I wanted to visit some teacher friends and see how the new art teacher was doing. I knew there was going to be construction going on and I just couldn’t help being nosy and seeing the changes.

I walked into school and went toward the teachers lounge so I could eat my lunch. Not remembering what I packed, I reached in blindly and pulled out my lunch---beer! Just one! In a koozy!

I was mortified that I had brought a beer to an elementary school (even though it was summer and there was almost no one around, adult or student), so I did the only thing I could do-- aggressively drink it! I chugged that beer right in the teachers lounge.

Then, still panicked, I had to figure out what to do with the evidence (the can). I looked around and saw what looked like a trash can full of a variety of cans- coke, sprite, orange juice, etc. So I quickly grabbed the koozy off of the beer can, chucked it in the pile, and started walking away. Just to make sure the can landed in the right spot, I turned back to check. However, when I turned around the trash can had transformed into a drink station full of juice boxes and milk cartons that kids were starting to line up at! AHHHHH! There was my empty beer, right on the top of the drink pyramid. Threw it in a trash can and ran away.

I ran right to my old art classroom. I was very familiar with this room, and upon arrival I was shocked to see it look like a new place entirely. Walls had been knocked down and added in new places. The room looked like a swanky office, all clean and proper. The storage closet had been gutted, the sink had been enclosed, and a bathroom added! The weirdest part was the actual “art room”, that was meant for the kids to learn in, was VERY small. It looked like a home theater with no chairs or tables--and dark. It was a beautiful space, but it didn’t look like an elementary art room. There weren’t any art supplies or art anywhere! I took pictures so I could remember my frustration later.

Then I realized it was time for me to go help at a winter guard rehearsal-- so I set off walking. I had never walked from one school to the other (which was a 30 minute drive normally), so I’m not sure why I wanted to try walking now.

I ended up getting lost and on a not very safe street. A man on the street who looked like a scary version of Keanu Reeves approached me and said something gross to me and tried chasing after me. I responded by screaming at him and sprinting back in the direction I had come from. I hadn’t ever been in this situation, I knew I needed to be loud and alert other people that something wrong was happening.

The last thing I said before my dream screams woke me up was “I DON’T KNOW HIM!”

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Adventure in the Patty Mobile

My dream opens in a parking lot.

My mom had just gotten me a brand new car---a hamburger car.

The Patty Mobile looked very familiar to the car from Spongebob, but the material was much nicer. The car body was completely made of thick plush, like a stuffed animal. Stuffed buns, lettuce, tomato, patty, and cheese. The metal headlights seemed nestled in the cushy exterior of the car, and it would probably be hard to find them unless you were to give the car a hug. To get into the car, I had to lift the top half of the burger up like a mason jar with an attached lid. Inside was a nest of two seats, and a monitor to see out of the front. Once seated, the burger top closed on me and I was entirely surrounded by Krabby Patty comfort.

I’m not sure the precise mechanics of this fictional vehicle, but it drove very smoothly. My first destination was an unknown stadium.

After arriving and people watching, I gathered that the people walking into the stadium were checking in for a drum corps. It seemed familiar, but not familiar enough to be my own corps. I felt like I had amnesia. What was I doing here? Was I teaching? Was I marching?

I decided I must be marching and made a dash for the check in table. All around the table lay sculptures made of marsh mellows, all blue and all depicting what looked like either octopus arms or a dragons tail. This was part of the audition. Using only marsh mellows and a few other edible materials, I was to construct a dragon diorama, because that would really showcase my color guard abilities.

Seeing the other pieces discouraged me, and I lacked confidence when it came to creating any type of sculpture. If only I could paint a dragon! In fear of being embarrassed, I fled away from check in.

The room I ran into was apparently where my old high school was hosting color guard camp. My old director and staff welcomed me back with a round of applause and I humbly took back my spot. Immediately we went to work, teaching the dynamics of a dance combination. The combination was simple enough, so I went to demonstrate a leap to the guard. As I went to jump, my body was suspended in jello, and my legs couldn’t fully extend the way they were meant to. I landed just as slowly as I went up, and without a word to anyone, I walked out the door.

The next room I walked to was an open field. I could not escape band. It was everywhere. I was alone in front of a block of 50 people all dressed in show blacks. It seemed like I was supposed to teach drum corps now, even though I had just fled from a high school. The actual teaching was a blurr, but ended with the director sending me back to my car with a large thank you card and gift certificate for all of my help. Apparently I did an okay job?

As I drove away in the Patty Mobile I tried to call and tell one of my friends about the card, but chickened out in fear of them getting upset.

Then I woke up.

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I’m keeping a log of my dreams

Not like dreams as in my aspirations, but the dreams I have at night when I sleep.

I recently moved across the country, from Florida to the pacific north west, and this geographic change has prompted an influx of new crazy dreams. I’ve always had fairly vivid dreams, but recently my dreams are so detailed and strange I feel that they must be documented and interpreted.

I will try to go back and give an amateur interpretation of each dream I post, but if you’d like to add what you personally get out of it, be my guest.

Regarding Dream Freshness:

How fresh is this dream? In order to write the most detailed description of a dream, the sooner I write it the better. Recording my dreams have become part of my morning routine.

Wake up.

Make breakfast.

Eat and record dreams.

In Conclusion

As you read these stories from my subconscious, enjoy, and please send me yours! I love an interesting dream.

- Em