Surprise Bump, Raver Paradise and the Naughty Steam Room

I wish I remembered WAY more detail about last night’s dream, especially how I got from one scene to the next. It was fun, crazy and vibrant!

Dreams 03.28.13

I was in a food court seating area at an airport or bus terminal.  The area was decorated in a modern, clean look. The moulded benches and tables were white (slightly work so some were a bit grey). I was with my mother and I was carrying the tray of food. We were approaching an empty table and I waited as she tried to squeeze into the moulded bench seat. The food court was not particular busy but had enough patrons that we actually had to walk around to find a clean and quiet spot where we could talk. As soon as my mom sat down, I looked to the right and saw my cousin (the middle child of my middle uncle’s family from my dad’s side) and aunt in the next row of seats. This is the cousin who broke off an engagement because she knew that they were only getting married because of time investment and that it just wasn’t right. (Kudos to her! She’s so fucking smart!) They saw me the moment I noticed them and we greeted each other with warmth. I put our tray down and rush over for a hug. First I hugged my aunt, then she stepped to the side so I could hug my cousin. That’s when noticed her baby bump. She must’ve been at least 7 months along and I was so happy for her! I hugged her even harder. She was wearing a light blue shirt with some silly Hong Kong design that made no sense on it but I just went a little baby crazy for 5 minutes and hugged her belly. I think everyone was shocked at how happy and weird I was about this but as I did this, my mom, aunt and cousin just made small talk over my head.

Then I walked into the washroom of the food court. Inside everything was still white. After I was done my business, I reached for the door to go back outside. Just before the door I see a jewelry display bust, with a head, covered in a dark colored velour. On the head was a half finished headdress of peacock feathers and plastic film in the shapes and colors of a school of clownfish. So the effect when i person wears this would be like a school of clownfish swimming through, circling peacock feather, wavey corals. I thought it was beautiful and funny at the same time.

When I exited rt he washroom, I found myself outside, at a big big concert. It’s basically what I imagine electric Daisy Carnival to be link. Except there wasn’t just one big stage. It was a large field with smaller multi tiered “altars” with dancers, shiney things, lights and speakers. The music seemed to pumping out from everywhere and in the air was smoke and lasers. Where it all came from could not be determined. I was only about 5 feet away from one such altar, looking up at the dancers. A lot of them had glow sticks, light saber sized, some had glowing bands attached. The a group of them started to stage dive off the altar, running and flipping out onto the crowds. The effect of the night sky, billowing smoke, lasers, all in combo many I could barely see the bodies attached to the flipping, flying bars of light that was just flying of the stage. It was an amazing sight.

Then I noticed one dancer, dressed in a blinged out white leotard in the style of a 70s ambiguously gay rockstar, reaching for a little white palm sized disk with shiney bits off the floor. As soon as he held it in his hand, the side facing away from him glowed a pale greenish blue light which then beamed out a blinding light of the same quality. The instant it became a powerful beam, the music also seemed to be blasted to the crowd even louder (if that were possible). The disk was a powerful object. I could visually see the dancer struggling to hold his hand up to shine the ever blinding light over the crowed and direct the deafening music at the eagerly receiving crowd. He was “blessing” them with light and music. It was a powerful moment.

When the light was directed in my direction, I closed my eyes to drink in the light and sound. When I opened them, I was sitting on the barrier separating the crowd and the altars, facing towards the crowd. To the left of me was a timid version of Barney from HIMYM, and a little behind me to the right was the brotastic manwhore of regular Barney from HIMYM. I grabbed timid Barney and reached into the crowd behind me to grab manwhore Barney and took them both towards me. I locked eyes with timid Barney and told him with my eyes the naughty things I planned on doing with them both. He looked excited but scared.

Then I was in a white room. It was a large shower / wet room. It was completely fogged up. A shadow came into the room. I couldn’t tell who it was but the person called out my name. I knew that me and the Barneys were in a corner of this wet room somewhere doing unspeakable things to each other in the steam and this unknown person had just interrupted us. This shadow called out my name again. I could see him or her waving their hand around attempting to dissipate the thick steam, it didn’t work. Me and the Barney’s held our breath to stay quiet and I was frustrated to be interrupted.

In Search of Perfection but Let’s Throw Caution to the Wind

Dreams 03.24.13
I was walking through crowded highschool hallways and I could hear music around the area where my locker was. It was some dance music. Generic and not really bass heavy enough for my tastes. I figured people who weren’t my friends hung around my locker so I turned around. I walked by a classroom door with a list of courses starting soon. They interested me so I decided to to to the guidance counsellor. I wanted to see if I could take them, sit through without doing the assignments on top of my already full load.

I go outside to the super green school field. I walked around the whole building surveying the grounds and find an area with a gate. Suddenly I saw the gate and field beyond it in perfect sideways isometric view in full color. I was able to see it in relation to the field, the forest and the main road in neighbourhood. It was perfectly located for the starting line of the kids play race. Then I was standing in the field looking back at the gate with a long lense. Then i saw the group of kids round the building and run through the gate in a hoard, in slow-mo.

Next, I was a passenger in a car with my mom, her bf and husband going west on the 401. We pass by a big amusement park / mall. Then we were inside this complex and I realized the mall was owned by a Chinese mall management corporation called “Galleria”. Everywhere I looked there were Chinese stores. I found myself loudly discussing the fact that I had no idea this place was out in the middle of nowhere and I was flabbergasted as to why they built it here since no one would get to use it. But when I looked around it was just the right amount of busy.

Then I was going out into a small yard from the back door of a house. It was a small garden with barely a path, surrounded by vines and shrubs. I looked down the narrow walking dirt path and found that it was perfectly covered in my dog’s shit for the net two feet in front of me. Carefully I stepped over it to look at a bunch of pots stacked in different levels at the end of the dirt path about 6 feet ahead. Upon looking closely I saw some growth that were probably herbs and others that may have been weeds. Overall though it seemed like the garden was just growing wild and uncared for. I asked openly at no one in particular what plants were these and someone from behind me answered that there was basil, some thyme, some unknown name, etc.

I turned to the left and back to face the house. The house was not big and neither was the yard but where from where I stood there was a little sand pit with a giant yellow metal swing set that looked way too big to be functional. Estimating the swing’s pendulous peak, it looked at though the user would probably smash right into the brick of the house. But it was a swing so I had to try anyway.

I felt a little silly because the tall drink of water I met on vacation was inside the house and might see me make a fool of myself. But I said in my head, fuck it swings are awesome, so I turned around, sat down in the rubber seat and pushed off. Then a little blond girl resembling the one I met in UK came running out of the house wanting to play on the swing as well. I was happy to see her wanting to share this swinging experience together. Then the tall drink came out of the house just behind the girl, ducking below the crowded archway of vines. He was smiling at us both. It was comforting to see.

I remembered this later in the day when I passed by some paintings. At one point I was standing beside another person, looking down on wet paint on a canvas, the person was to my left I was on the right. The colors of paint on the canvas resembled Starry Night by Van Gogh with deep blue and purplelish hues with some yellow highlights. The color ratios were very similar to the famous painting and it was painted in wavey horizontal lines more or less. I remember liking it fine the way it was but at the same time felt the need to stick my index fingers right onto the wet paint and pushed the yellow areas around.

The Treadmill Bubble and Cocky Boarder

Dreams 11.07.12
It was a rainy, wet day and I was driving along a road. It wasn’t quite in the city but definitely not in the countryside either. I suppose it was more of a suburban street.
There was a bend in the road up ahead that led into a round tunnel, under a bridge. The cars in front of me were a little backed up. Many began to signal to get into the fast lane. There must be some obstruction ahead, I thought to myself.

As I approached the “obstruction” it was a slow moving, clear bubble of some sort. There was a thick metal/machinery band around the middle and there was something, rotating and tilting upright on the inside. As I was just coming up behind the bubble, the tilting inside it had finally gotten to a position where I could recognize its form. There was a blond ponytailed woman running on a treadmill inside. The metal machinery on the outside of the bubble was a way for her to transfer the energy from the treadmill to cause the outside bubble to roll.

I understood right away. It’s a new kind of transportation, one that I had not seen with my own eyes so I felt a sense of novelty as I passed her. Since she was going so slow, she seems to be apologetic to all the passing cars.

Then I was at the water’s edge, near a “dock” area where there was a hill, retained by a concrete wall with 3 sides, each sides’ top edge sloping down to the next wall until it reached the water’s surface. I was at the top of this hill with a gathering of about 50 other people, all focusing our attentions on the doc wall with 3 sides, looking down.

Then there appeared an athlete in a speedo, swim cap near the top of the hill. He had what looked like a snowboard (but I knew it wasn’t) in one arm. He looked over at the crowd (who cheered) waved (the crowd cheered more) then looked down at the 3 walls, sizing it up. Then he laid down his board on the top edge, had one foot to keep it in place, took a breath then jumped on. The momento of the small push he gave himself propelled him dow one side of the wall. Then he rounded one corner and the board flew off to one side. He slipped off to one side as well and instead of allowing himself to fall into the water, he grabbed on to the retaining wall, fingers only so he was dangling. He used all his strength to pull himself up with his fingers, then arms. It was painful to see him struggle and nobody helped him and awkward to watch him climb up, one leg thrown over the edge at a time while in his swim cap and speedo.

Then another boarder arrived walking up the hill, past the previous one still struggling to get back on land. The crowd cheered. The new boarder did not take notice of the previous guy at all. He confidently walked to the top of the hill. Then I saw a mini montage of this guy in a snowboard/skater stye video, backlit against a snow covered hill, sun and blue sky behind him. He jumped in the air doing some trick, then he was just speeding down the hill, white powder behind him. Anyway it was a short little montage.

Then I’m pretty sure it happened, he very easily, swiftly, without making a fuss, stepped on the board, whooshed down and went kerplunk into the water. It was so fast I’m not even really sure it happened. Then there was a whole other part to the dream but I’ve forgotten it all.

Sweet Wonderful Air

Dreams 09.25.12
I cannot recall the setting of last night’s dream but I was talking to someone in the midst of a moving, crawling crowd. We were outside in open air. Then I just thought to myself that the air was very comfortable, clarifying and refreshing. Whilst I engaged in conversation, I also stood there and appreciated the hell out of the air.

Cruise Launch Under a Purple Sky

Dreams 09.21.12
Eating in a corner congee restaurant. It had dark tile walls and bottom halves of the walls, booth were lined with brushed chrome. The place was cramped and busy. I finished my bowl of congee quickly and got up out of my booth, out to the street. I saw that it was dusk at a busy port city. The sky was becoming a deep purple.

Then I was walking with a small group of people, carrying luggage (I was carrying a few duffle bags, arms extended out beside me), heading towards the dock, towards a cruise ship. Somewhere in the group was also my mother, I was carrying her luggage but I didn’t see her. I was talking to a person beside me who turned out to be JR. He wasn’t actually coming on the cruise ship but he was helping someone else carry luggage. As the group walked down the steep steps from the dock to the ship, he was basically inviting me to his private boat. I asked how big his boat was and he said he was like this small cruise ship, but without the second partitioned structure. In the dream I understood that to mean that the space was about the size of a detached home of 2500 square feet. Then I thought to myself that it would be nice and accepted the invitation for another time.

Down on the upper decks of the cruise ship, a lot of passengers were just standing around, the ocean wind just whipping around them. I approached 2 people who were supposed to be my brother in law and sister. They looked cold. My sister had her sleeves pulled down and hands retraced into her sweater. I took out 3 hand knit berets and gave one to each of them. Then I put the last one on my own head making sure to cover my ears. My brother in law took my example and pull the beret over his ears. My sister had it on her head but not quite covering the ears. I yelled out to her to pull it lower because it would keep her warmer. She still couldn’t hear or understand because of the wind. My brother is law yelled louder and adjusted her beret. Then she understood.

Then I was in the sub/lower deck of the ship which was very much like a basement. It had a lot of my old friends and it looked like my highschool ex’s parents’ house. People were in a game of blindfold tag. I was kind of playing too but was trying to hide in the dark stairs hallway to stay out of game. Everyone else was running around in circles and squealing in childlike joy.

Sleepovers, Shower Stalls, Sets, Speeches & Signals

Got about 5 full hours sleep last night and pretty sure I had 3 dreams and woke up at least twice. After the last dream, I did at one point remember everything but when I started to replay the details of the 3rd dream to myself, everything from dreams 1 and 2 disappeared. And then I snoozed and a lot of the beginning of dream 3 melted away as well.

Dreams 09.19.12
Furthest thing back in this dream that I can remember. I was in a highschool or university hallway. It was packed shoulder to shoulder with students and it was in the middle of the night. This was an event that happened once a year at Halloween where all the dorm rooms were open to strangers who would gather and party all night. The whole event ended in an assembly in the auditorium. I was waiting with the rest of the herd with a friend. He was brown, not df, actually he isn’t anyone I know irl, just a random element in my imagination. We looked at each other in anticipation and reached out and gave each other a hand squeeze. Then “they” fire the starting fun and the herd was let out down hallway. We spilled into the empty rooms, jamming in wherever possible.

My friend and I was pushed along with the herd into a room that had about 12 gym room shower sized stalls on each side. Actually each stall was also tiled like a shower stall. We actually were not able to nab a stall in this room so we slowly made our way out back into the main hall in search of another space to lay low for the night.

There’s a big chunk of the dream missing here. I’m not entirely sure if we found another room. I just know that later on, I snuck back into this same shower stall room, looked around to make sure no one was awake and went into the first stall on the left when you enter the room. The stall had someone else’s belongings on the floor. I recognized it as belonging to someone who had been extremely rude to us earlier. I lifted up my skirt, opened my legs and just pissed on their pile of belongings for revenge.

After that I remember myself in the POV of a camera on a dolly, tracking 2 people walking alongside a pedestrian street, in front of a bunch of interesting and colorful shops, restaurants and cafes. We were weaving through pedestrians walking in the opposite direction as the two people walking wove through the opposing throngs as well. I remember really liking the shot as it was very dynamic and interesting but also very casual at the same time.

Later, in a more static POV, one of the walking people depart. The remaining person walks under some sort of canopy so she is in the shade. Eliza Dushku dressed in a red sequined blazer and black mini skirt and black pumps come up behind her. The first girl turns around, greeting her excitedly. Eliza puts up her hands to show the first girl her fresh manicure, gleefully exclaims how happy she is with the color, the sparkle, etc. She was waving her hands in front of her chest and almost jumping for joy the way girls sometimes do when they are excited. From that, I understood somehow that I was in the middle of a movie set and we were just waiting for the next set up.

After that there’s another bit missing. I remember walking in the auditorium, all setup with round tables. People were seated but their attention was focused up on the stage. I walked with either my brown friend or somebody else and approached a table near the front. Someone there was about to go up on stage to make a speech but we had information for him to stop him or hopefully convince him to change the content of his speech. We went up to the table and the person we should’ve talked to stood up to adjust his clothes before going on stage. We were too late. Then I saw from the POV of the stage the person standing, looking up towards the stage. It was a much younger Clint Eastwood. I could see myself and the other person trying to inconspicuously go up to his table. Then I saw Clint walk away from the table to go on stage and me and the other guy JUST made it to the table. We were too late.

The last scene from this dream took place in the toy cars and model robots section of a toystore. All the boxes were stacked high. I was walking down one aisle, trying to be inconspicuous again, noticing a lot of big name products on display that were very intricately made and very cool. I was trying to sneak closer to two people fighting on the other side of a tower of display boxes, stacked about 2 meters high. When I was close to the boxes that blocked my way, I ducked down so I wouldn’t be seen.

In the aisle to my right, other members of my team were coming closer. We were supposed to sneak up and stop the fight and apprehend the two people involved. I was supposed to get a closer look and give the signal as to when they should move in. I don’t know what the two people were arguing about but the argument was becoming heated and they started to push each other around a bit. I looked behind me to the next aisle and made eye contact with my ex (highschool bf) to communicate that the time was almost right. He looked to his right to the squad leader who was also someone I knew but can’t recall right now. Then the pushing and shoving became more violent and I was just about to wave the signal for the team to go in when I woke up.

Dreams 03.08.12

Dream 1:
My mom was throwing a party at her classy apartment. Dear friend was my bf in the dream, he was also invited. I ended up schmoozing w my mom’s friends and didn’t get the chance to spend much time with him but I really wanted to. I felt bad but he mingled with guests well and we would just look at each other across the room with knowing smiles.

Dream 2:
First part of the dream I can’t seem to recall.

I was walking through a street full of ratty children mostly boys playing. The alleyway was so packed with kids it was body against body, moving against the tide. Finally found and made way to the entrance to a subway station. I didn’t really know how to get to where I was going but I was travelling with another girl (who I think was going to same place I was). I was going somewhere important anyways and following her seemed like it would be the right direction.

At arrival, turns out I was going “home” to take back all my stuff so I can leave and be with dear friend.

I went in through the basement entrance. There were a couple of ratty kids in the playing with toys as weapons, playing, hiding behind furniture. I picked up a couple long sticks (kinda like misshapen kendo swords) as weapons. I played with the kids with the sticks for a bit before I went upstairs.

At the middle landing at the stairs, a woman who I expected to run into but hoped to avoid was waiting for me. I stopped her with the long sticks before she could approach me. Then I jumped and wrestled her to the floor, straddled her chest and gave her punches to the face. When I stopped, she looked up at me with the black eyes I gave her but I could feel that she wasn’t fighting back with full strength. Then I just left her there on the floor. I grabbed whatever I came to get, something small (didn’t even see it).

I left the house and walked out quickly and tried to be inconspicuous, walked down a slope and there were two guys behind me talking, walking the same direction. They were talking about some guy saying that he had insulted his gf because she wouldn’t do something or whatever and the guy with the gf described the bad experience as it was like the bad taste of licking brown nuts. I whipped around and said jokingly but defensively, how would he know?! The guy behind laughed in surprise.

We came up against a mid-height mesh fence and I hopped over it sooo effortlessly, then started to jog up along the path. I remember being very proud for hopping over so easily.

That is all.