Analyze my dream!

[Uzumaki]

I'm going to try and keep a regular dream journal, since I always find my dreams really entertaining. I've recorded a few of my dreams in the past, and it seems to help me remember later dreams. I just thought it would be fun to see what wacky things you guys can interpret from my random synapse firing.

3/3/04

I had to go somewhere. In the city. I get the feeling it my have been Kaiser Permanente Vandever. I was driving a rental car. It was a fairly old and nondescript vehicle; a station wagon, with woody panels on the sides.

I parked it on the 4th or 5th floor of a parking structure, and went to get a temporary parking permit. The parking lot was crowded, but I found a place toward a corner, facing the wall. The wall was low, so you could look over it and look down. Most parking structures have that. It was $30 and looked like a San Diego Trolley ticket. I put it in the front window of the car, which was facing the low wall.

I went to wherever I needed to go, and took care of my business. It took about 2 hours. There was another, younger Latina girl there, she looked like she was in high school, and we were seeing the same person. I didn’t talk to her, but as we were all going away, she turned and asked the person we were talking with (A) if her friend’s car was here. A replied that it had been towed.

I went back to my car, happy that it hadn’t been towed, because I had a parking permit. As I reached where I had parked the car, I saw a U-Haul truck. I thought that perhaps it was towing my car. I stepped up my pace, because the U-Haul was obscuring where I had parked the car. Sure enough, my car was not there, and, at that moment, the U-Haul pulled away. I gave chase.

At some point, a class of young children, led by a female black teacher, had walked into the area. I realized I had to get something from the teacher, so I went, and I think she gave me a key. To what, I don’t know. I ran away from her, remembered I had to ask her something else, stopped, and yelled the question back at her. She replied and I continued to run after the U-Haul.

I could see it descending the floors of the parking structure, and I was able to keep pace with it, but I couldn’t quite catch up. When it got to the bottom floor, it had to almost completely circle the block to get onto the street it needed, so I cut across the block, and caught up with it. However, the light it was waiting at changed to green at that moment. So the chase continued. The streets were like those around Fiesta Island and Friars Rd.

I’d been running for a very long time, but I wasn’t tired, just tired of chasing the truck. I knew that if it got onto the freeway, all was lost. It kept getting stopped at lights, but not for long. Then, as a light had turned green again, it quickly turned red, letting only the first couple of cars ahead of the U-Haul go and stopping the truck for another cycle.

I remember I had to cross a few lanes of traffic, because the truck was making a left turn, but there were few cars for me to dodge. A few minutes later, the truck had to make a right turn. I finally caught up with it. As I closed in on the truck, I saw that it was covered with a sort of white tent. It had looked like metal when I was far away from it. The cab was covered in the same thing, so I couldn’t see inside. But I knocked and the driver and passenger got out.

The driver was a woman, and passenger was a Hispanic man. They stopped right in the middle of the intersection, having not completed their right turn. I explained the situation. The guy was sympathetic; the woman was not. I said I had put the permit on the front dashboard. The woman said that was a bad idea, because it had slid down into the depths of the car, and they wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway. I asked if I could look at the car and retrieve the permit and they let me.

I climbed in the trunk, and squeezed between the front seats. I could barely move between them, so I just kinda wiggled there for a little while, until I got through. Sure enough, the permit was not in the window. I put my hand behind the dashboard where I figured it had slipped down, and I could feel it. I pulled it out, showed it to them, and they let me go on my way. I was smug. The woman was still pissed but the guy was happy that I had found it.



There, that's the first one. Have at it!

 

[caudor]

That's an interesting dream. OK, here it goes:

Your dream is marked by a sense of urgency, but you were able to resolve the crisis at the end of the dream. My guess is that you often feel like you have a lot of things that need to be taken care of, or else; something will become urgent or out of your control. You value being in control of your affairs, and your brain creates scenerios where your sense of control is challenged.

You seem to be very mindful of these tasks that must be done, but worry that outside forces may interfere with your plans, even though you took precautions to avoid it.

The scene with the teacher indicates that you have a certain amount of multi-tasking you do to juggle things and maintain your control. You are a self-confident person and you are confident that things will work out if you stay after them.

 

[Voadam]

Happy to have things in control, things get out of control but you jump on them, multitask, and assert your control leading to smug success. You feel there are challenges in your life but you are dealing with them and your foresight and preventive actions along with active dealing with problems before they get out of control will prevail.

 

[Uzumaki]

Thanks you guys. That was my most descriptive dream. So far, anyway.

Here's another.

3/12/05

It was late night/early morning, and I had just walked out of my house. Across the street, flying over the condos, was a large shape. It was snake-like with big wings. I think I thought it was a dragon, or a dinosaur.

It flew over Lotus Street (to my right), and then swooped down near me. I saw someone come out of the condos across the street, and I saw that it was my friend, Jenny. Jenny saw the thing, too, and it went over to scope her out, too, before disappearing.

I went over to Jenny, asking if she saw it, too. She said yes, and we discussed how we had both thought it was a dragon or dinosaur. We walked around the corner into Voltaire Street, heading to the Laundromat.

I think Jenny may have disappeared, or taken a backseat to the story. Pete the laundromat guy was there, and the Lost Boys, from Peter Pan. There was a dog and a cat there, but I don’t think the cat was Target, Pete's cat. They had a bunch of junk food, those mini-pizzas we have in the freezer, a bunch of candy and some chocolate. They were about to give some chocolate to the dog and cat. I stopped them, citing that it would make them sick with diarrhea.

Pete went away and we just messed around in the Laundromat for a while. I think the dog and cat wound up having some chocolate, but enough so they did not get ill.

I don’t know where this fits in. Tim and Jill Taylor, from Home Improvement, were standing in some sort of swamp. They halted on a tree, and had some sort of amusing dialogue. They concluded with remarking that they’d heard there was some sort of wild moose in the area. Jill said the branches they were standing on were very symmetrical, at which point the branches began shaking, and a moose grunted, and they both ran away. Roll credits, show over.

 

[Uzumaki]

3/21/05

I was somewhere with my friend CJ and it was lunchtime. We were just wandering around normally, and decided to head to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, the walls of the stalls were very short, enough so when you stood up, you could see the head and shoulders of the person in the stalls next to you.

Since it was a public toilet, I pulled out a couple of those toilet seat covers, and put them on the seat. There was still a bare spot, so I pulled a piece of toilet paper and set it over it. As I did that, though, the wind shifted and blew the toilet seat covers off or into the toilet. It continued like this for about 20 minutes, until I finally managed to get it acceptably covered.


Sort of embarassing.

Because that was short and kinda lame, here are two others from the next night.

3/23/05

I went to a haunted house with my friends Steve, Casey, Bobby, and a few others. It was staged and everything, like Frightmare on Market St., and Steve was the scary murderer guy. So, I began to cruise through the house, and it began to get incredibly terrifying. Steve was cruising around after me, with a little dog on a leash, and I just couldn’t escape him.

I rushed outside, and found a short metal pole, stuck it in some fire, until it got red hot. When I saw the scary murderer guy in the garage or something I attacked him, screaming “This house is really haunted! There’s really a murderer! I want this to stop!” All of the lights came on, and everyone stepped out of the shadows, and congratulated me for doing a smart thing and getting the hot metal to defend myself.

I seem to remember a sort of sequel to this dream where we all went back to the house, to play another game, but this one involved oral sex, so we opted out. (We’re very much ourselves, even in my dream world.)

**

It was nearing the end of the school year; the year in which I would be graduating from high school. Only instead of having a few days off leading up to the graduation ceremony, all of the seniors got a month off. So, for a month, I was just chilling at home. I failed to notice I never received the invitation to go to the ceremony.

June 14th, rolled around, and I realized that graduation was happening at that very moment. So, I told Mom we had to hurry to school, and we took off in her car. She took a wrong turn, though, and I said we needed to get on Mission Center Rd. (Which is miles away from my former high school, in real life.)

When we arrived at school, which didn’t look like my high school, but instead a trolley station, the ceremony was over. A few of my friends were still there, and I stopped to talk to them.

The first was this kid named Scott, whom I used to call Gourry, because we were in a skit in French class once, that we themed after Slayers. Scott dropped out of school in junior year, I think, so I asked him if he had another year left. He said he did, we told each other good luck, and parted ways.

Next, I saw my friend Carin, who still owes me $5 and my Harry Potter book, coming down the walk. I said hello, and we talked for a while, before parting ways again, perhaps forever.

Farther down the walkway, I saw Jon, the kid who was the only Republican in Mr. Hayes’ A.P. History class. He was sitting there with his dad, and one other guy, who may have been a kid I knew since junior high named Brandon. I said hello to all of them, Jon said hi back, and gave me a hug. And he just kept hugging me. I guess he was distraught over something, maybe high school ending, but he just kept right on hugging me. His dad said I had very pretty hair, because it was short and curly, even though I cut my hair two years after I had graduated high school.