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Has anyone had any weird dreams lately? I think I had this dream and some of you guys were in it. I can't remember the dream, though. That's what I get for sleeping so little.
I had a weird dream last night: I had a lot of luggage from my whole family. I left a big city hotel in a taxicab with all the luggage and several other passengers I didn't know. My family left the hotel walking to get our car. They were going to bring it back to the hotel to get me and all the luggage. But I was crammed into a taxi with all the bags and a bunch of other people traveling away from the hotel to who knows where. I finally got the taxi driver to stop and let me out. Then I had to struggle to pick up all the suitcases and bags and was just beginning to try to walk back to the hotel when I woke up in a sweat. I was so worried that I wouldn't get back to the hotel in time.
I'm still wondering what anxiety brought this on!
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(December 10, 2013 - 10:18 pm)
(December 10, 2013 - 10:18 pm)
1. No, because robots can't read the CAPTCHA.
2. Nope. I really am a twelve year old girl from Charlotte, NC.
3. That would be so awesome, but sadly I'm not the Doctor.
4. If I weren't from the present day, I would be completely baffled by this technology.
5. Nope.
6. What?
7. I only kind of know what you're talking about so no.
8. I read through it twice. It's really not that confusing, and in some ways it's actually kind of close to what I was going to tell you (don't ask me how. It just sounds kind of like what I was going to tell you I don't know how to explain how they're similar because what I was going to tell you is of a fairly mundane nature) what's up with the tomatoes and the rice? Also, what were your more plausible theories?
(December 20, 2013 - 3:00 pm)
It was actually... similar? Huh. Red was just trying to come up with the most ridiculous things he could. We're not actually raising lemmings on a lemming farm, are we? That could explain my weird fascination with lemmings. The characters I think live in books could actually be neighbors and "jumping into other worlds" could simply being leaving the house. This "website" is actually a portion of my brain; the people in it are either made up or real people talking to me.
The whole tomatoes and rice bit comes form the opening line of Because of Winn-Dixie. "My name is India Opal Buloni, and last summer my daddy, the preacher, sent me to the store for a box of macaroni-and-cheese, some white rice, and two tomatoes and I came back with a dog."
I had hardly any plausible ones, really. They were mostly along the lines of you're in my head or you're a nurse in a hospital or something and you're trying to pretend to be a girl somewhere around my age to try to get me to interact with humans again. The way this would work is if I took in imput from my senses and kept to process later at my own leisure. I would then give all my imput on the outside world in large chunks that would no longer pertain to the current situation.
(December 20, 2013 - 6:12 pm)
Nope. No lemmings. I can't explain how it's similar it just kinda...I don't know how to explain it.
I've read that book. MY LANGUAGE ARTS TEACHER THINKS I'M A GENIUS YAY!!!!!!!!
Nope.
Spammy says kryp. Cry? Krypton?
(December 20, 2013 - 9:55 pm)
I'm kind of glad, but still. No lemmings. What a shame.
I don't feel like we're connected beings at all or parts of the same being. I just don't feel like I've ever met you or been aware of you before we, well, met here.
What did you do that made her think you're a genius? Or do you just have a LA teacher attractor factor?
New theory: Maggie is actually SUPERMAN! Bump-ba-dada!
(December 21, 2013 - 1:02 am)
I don't exactly understand what you mean.
I'm not exactly sure. Language arts teachers usually really like me.
I'm about 90% sure I'm not a superhero. How on earth did you reach that conclusion?
(December 21, 2013 - 10:55 am)
If it's really urgent and the admins won't let it through, try a different website.
(December 29, 2013 - 7:56 pm)
I had a dream where I sang Capriccio Farce and actually hit all the pitches. This is saying something, considering there are ten different characters with very different ranges singing that song. It actually was Capriccio Farce, too, (you know those dreams where you think you're reading Narnia but there are giant robots and banjo-playing squirrls and you don't realize that it wasn't Narnia until you wake up? Well, I'm fairly sure it was Cap Farce) except the Master of the Court started the song with the opening of Daughter of Evil. Which was odd. The whole dream was pretty stupid. The plot line:
Turtle: Hey, a friend and I made a music video about Gollum being in love! It's so cool! You should watch!
Me: Yeah, that's great but LOOK! I CAN SING CAPRICCIO FARCE!
(December 18, 2013 - 10:15 am)
Brikena had this dream where you turned into a dancing flower, Ruby.
(December 18, 2013 - 8:08 pm)
...That's... not odd. At all.
I find it incredibly amusing people who I barely even know their names are having dreams about me.
(December 18, 2013 - 11:11 pm)
I talk about you guys a lot and so...yeah. That's why Brikena had a dream about you. (I really need to go to bed but I don't want to noooo.)
(December 19, 2013 - 12:32 am)
I had this nightmare last night. I was sitting in math class, but I wasn't in my usual seat. This kid from my elementary school was sitting next to me. For some reason I thought I was working on my research project, but that's nonsense, because I go to the Humanities classroom to work on my research project. So in my dream, the kid from my elementary school turns toward me and says, "What happened over the summer? Did you fall down a flight of stairs or something? Whatever happened, you're a million times uglier." Then I said, "What did you just say to me?" but for whatever reason the classroom just had to go completely silent right then. The teacher got mad at me and I started crying about how he called me ugly and then I was in a room that looked like the admissions office at the private school my mom wants me to go to and my Humanities teacher and my math teacher were in there asking me about a computer. I was scared out of my mind when I woke up.
(December 19, 2013 - 9:52 pm)
I was just thinking of starting a post like this!
In the morning, I dreamed that my brother woke me up, saying that I would be late, but it was really 4:25 (I'm pretty sure clocks aren't supposed to work in dreams... but I could read it clearly) I was about to go back to bed, and then my hair caught on fire. I put it out, but it kept coming back, so I went to sleep.
That was probably because I was supposed to wake up early (I fell asleep tho)
Do you guys know what lucid dreaming is? I really want to try but I've only beeen concious in a dream once
(December 20, 2013 - 1:19 am)
I had a dream this morning.
It was the beginning of the school year and my high school was at the location of my elementary school (which is 4 houses away from me, so a lot of school-ish dreams happen there) and my friend and I and some random girl who I have no idea who she was went to go see what classes we got into. There was a list posted on who got into the advanced IB program. Oddly, neither I nor friend was on the list. Even more oddly, I don't think I have a weird nickname for friend. Budley. Budley will do. *mental note: call friend Budley if I bring him up again* Anyway, Budley and I were extremely confused and reasoned that perhaps our final projects of last year were insufficient and if we did them over into a really spanking good job we could get into IB! Dream logic! Whoo-hoo!
In other news, I recited two Emily Dickenson poems correctly in that dream which just goes to show I can recite poetry in my sleep. I don't believe I ever said that, but now I suppose I can.
I'm skipping past making the project because homework is boring, really. We took our projects back to the school (random girl was still along for moral support) and the teacher there was very astonished by Budley's magnificent project and added him to the IB list, but he wouldn't so much as look at me. Budley asked him, "Hey, what about his project?" And he told Budley that there was no one standing next to him. For some reason, he couldn't see me.
Later in the dream, I took a little girl for a drive in a car (I suppose I can say I can drive in my sleep too, but I certainly can't do so in real life) because she was seperated from her parents. The little girl got to her parents all right but they were very scared about something. "How did you get here?" they asked. "This nice young man drove me," she said. "But the car you came in is empty!" her parents said.
I didn't understand why these adults couldn't seem to see me, but children like the little girl, Budley, and the random girl could. The girl came up to me sounding pretty shaken and said, "I want you to see something." She took me to an amusement park with a ride with an Alice in Wonderland theme. The ride was supposedly "shaped by ghosts", as in ghosts changed the ride to suit their fancy. So I went on the ride and then the Puppet Master woke up and suddenly things around started turning themselves into much more sinister objects. I realised then that I was a ghost, which explained why only children could see me. The ride finally ended on a large mirror that was supposed to reflect "the spirits of the riders" of the ride. I saw myself as a childish figure with lines streaking across me, like the Little Dream in Alice of Human Sacrifice. The Little Dream in the mirror gave an evil smile, then snapped its finger. Something in my room made a popping noise and I woke up with a jump.
(December 23, 2013 - 12:12 pm)
That's...scary. I know I had several dreams last night, but I can't remember them. I remember I woke up in the middle of the night (I'm not sure what time exactly; there's no clock in my room) and I wanted to get up but I didn't.
I actually can remember fragments of the dream(s) I had last night, but I don't know how to put them into words.
(December 23, 2013 - 3:36 pm)
I had a strange dream. The city was collapsing, it was like an earthquake, or some horrid twist from the plot line of the steampunk story I had thought up that night. Anyways, the streets were okay, but there were parking lots on top of buildings and the cars were falling on people. Which was pretty horrible. And then there were these two people who were standing on top of one of the parking lots and smirking because the cars couldn't fall on them. Except then there was a taller building above them, and a car did fall on them. Meanwhile, I was on the street, running around or something, and it was raining cars. I had an iPad, even though that wouldn't help at all, so I gave it to someone and they set it on a pile of two iPads in front of a Starbucks. Oh, and there was a zeppelin, and I believe it was the queen's zeppelin, though I have no idea who the queen was, and it was dropping brown cars onto the pavement. So I followed the person who I gave my iPad to into the Starbucks, and we got a job there with two other people cooking things, but then a really short and somewhat rude dude came in and made us cook rice so it turned into a Big Bowl or something. I was in charge of the orange chicken.
And that's when I woke up.
Hypothesis: My brain is.... strange. It should not be left alone with itself.
HYPOTHESIS SUPPORTED.
(December 23, 2013 - 8:18 pm)