1/15/05
My family had a backyard cookout with the McCormacks (Jimmy's family). There was SO MUCH FOOD. I started stocking up and devouring it because I didn't actually get to eat anything yet in the dream. There was egg nog, Popsicles that you freeze in those plastic tubes, steak, and other stuff. I tried cooking the steak, but it was a charcoal grill and we didn't have any coals. I was devastated (OBVIOUSLY. When I get my mind on dream steak, I NEED that fucking steak). My sister and I ganged up on my Dad with water balloons at the end of the dream. The whole time I had the song "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads stuck in my head. When I woke up, it turns out it was playing on my computer.
1/16/05
Some friends and I were going paintballing up at Tufts. Ian and Jimmy (friends from home) were there too, but it was hard to sneak out of the building without the guards seeing (because paintball is apparently illegal in this particular dream. Let's just roll with it, ok?). We finally made it through the gate, but it turned out that I forgot my gun in my bag, so I went back inside to get it. I went through an alarmed door, and when the cop came to investigate, Ian and I made up a story. It worked, so we left to play paintball. There were a bunch of us behind a bunker, and someone on the other team looked like Samus: he could roll really fast and could turn invisible. I saw him setting up for a sneak attack and shot him before he went into invisible mode. For some reason, we decided to play 2 vs 4. It was Nate (friend from Tufts) and me versus everyone else, and we ended up winning. Then it was Kyle (future roommate at Tufts) and me versus everyone, and we won because I set a paint proximity mine that devastated their entire team. Where did I find such a futuristic and sadistic weapon to play this game?
1/23/05
Jordan (friend from Tufts) and I had to present our computer project about a dog who could lasso bones. The only one who liked the project was the dog. Ian ate his project, which was some cardboard-based cereal. I desperately want to meet this dog.
1/24/05
A few people and I went into a room armed with swords on a mission to destroy the zombies and other monsters in it. Four humans were also inside, and they were harder to kill than the zombies (wait why am I trying to kill humans also??). The first human appeared, and I had to fight him with my ninja sword while all my friends were fighting the zombies. He stabbed me a few times, but eventually I won. Then Lauren showed up, and I had to kill a zombie by cutting its head off to save her.
1/27/05
In one of my dreams I had a pet raptor who protected my house from other kinds of dinosaurs; the kinds that steal eggs (HAHAHAHA what is this? Am I some sort of insane egg-enthusiast who will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of his precious eggs?). The other dinosaurs ganged up on him, but I came to rescue him. We were then zapped into a time portant thing where I saw the skeleton of some kid.
In another dream, I was on some space colony with really tall buildings. I was going up one building in a fast-moving elevator for a job interview. I passed all the tests, and for the final "interview," the guy told me to "suck my own dick." Since this was impossible, I didn't get the job. I was livid, because none of the other applicants had to do that, and it was extremely inappropriate and fairly gay. Later, he told me that I got the job anyway, but in order to accept I had to go pray at a Japanese temple.
1/30/05
I was in my house, but my family was imprisoned in the basement and a bunch of guys with guns were roaming around all the rooms. I had to stay alive and help my family by killing all the bad guys (I love these Die Hard dreams where I'm super badass. I wish I dreamed up more explosions though...). I had a knife or something stupid like that to start with, and I killed a couple guys with it. Some others saw me and started shooting at me though, so I kept frantically running into random rooms, which happened to have other bad guys in them, so I repeated the entire process. I was running and ducking behind walls for most of the dream. I finally killed or injured most of them, except the main guy. I ran upstairs and saw him in the bathroom, staring out the window. I ran into my parents' room, looking for a gun, but all I found was my Dad's old Civil War rifle with no bullets. I snuck into the bathroom, where the guy was still looking out the window. I smashed the butt of the gun over his head. There was a little blood, and he turned around. I hit him again, and he passed out onto the floor. I was really worried that he wasn't dead and that he would eventually wake up and shoot me, so I kept smashing his head with the rifle until part of his brains came out (wow, I apologize for how freakishly graphic this dream is. The weird thing is that I remember it being INTENSELY graphic when I had it, and it really disturbed me when I woke up. GOOD TIMES.) Then I went downstairs and rescued my family.
2/2/05 Nap
I had a nap in which Arlen (friend from Tufts) kept waking me up, like 4 or 5 times, but I was still in the dream. I was always "in the middle" of dreams, so I was all groggy and stuff. I started "punching" at Arlen when I was in the middle of "waking up." Then I taught a Physics class for Physics 1. By the end of the dream, I knew it was a dream, and could pull myself in and out of dreams. However, when I woke up from one, I always ended up in a more real version of another dream. I lost my Eagles hat in the snow when I had to crawl into some sort of snow cage for some reason (yeah, I crawl into random "snow cages" a lot. It's a hobby of mine). Near the end, I talked to Lauren on the phone. I didn't know what was reality and what wasn't. Then I had no fingers. I had thumbs, just no fingers. When I actually woke up, my hand was asleep because I had been laying on it.
2/4/05 Nap
Nate and I were trying to get little miniature fungus action figures because we just saw a cool action movie about fungus (how the fuck is that even possible?). We went to great lengths to try to steal them even though they were like two dollars and we had coupons (SERIOUSLY WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. How am I capable of coming up with an intricate "fungus-toy" heist in an effort to save $2?).
Later, my friends and I were in a huge group with some people I didn't know. I was on a sled in front of a truck because there was no more room inside it. We were driving through a snowstorm. I kept hitting dwarves with my sled. They rolled right over my sled, falling backward into the truck (oh my). One of the dwarves was my friend. I was able to roll him off the side of the road so he wouldn't get run over by the truck like the rest (oh wow, I feel bad about laughing at this dwarven genocide situation). When we got back (to wherever we were), I saw Jess (my sister). Her new friends that she had been hanging out with were weird hippie people. They had tank tops on and had hair all over their stomachs and armpits. I quickly turned away toward my sister so that I wouldn't hurl. To my HORROR, I saw that she too had armpit hair down to her hips. I immediately threw up. I think the dream ended there. And if it didn't, it should have. (The dream might have ended....but the nightmare didn't).
Ok that's a good enough place to stop. Because I'm probably going to go drop a barf just thinking about that scenario.
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