Trip to Hanavar, Canada

Last night I had another dream that tried to convince me that I had gotten an offer for that job I want.

I was on an airplane with my brother, and got a phone call from a recruiter/HR person asking me to fill out some more paperwork so they could run a background check on me.  Then I got excited since things were moving forward.

Anyway, then the plane landed in Canada, in a place that I think was called Hanover, but spelled Hanavar.  It was kind of a weird town that had an airport and a train station and a functioning castle and possibly royalty, but then it also had a not fantastic school district.

We were going to Hanavar to attend an awards ceremony because dad was getting one for something. Before the actual ceremony there was a buffet dinner, with an absolutely enormous line.  As in, there were hundreds of people in it.  So Kevin and I snuck out to explore the city/town of Hanavar.  We found a middle school that was open- it looked like at least parts of it were built of sticks and mud, but we went in just to check it out.  There was tons of awesome kid-artwork covering all the walls, and we ran into a really friendly teacher who told us about how awesome the teachers and kids were, but how they wished they could afford a better building/teaching materials, etc..

After chatting with her, we realized that we should probably get back to the awards ceremony/banquet. We were able to get back in line behind mom & dad, next to Aline.  Aline was there to hang out (also possibly because dad had an extra ticket, and who wouldn't want to go to Hanavar?), and had been chatting with dad about whatever his award was for to distract him from noticing that Kevin and I had run off for a half hour.  We got back in line and passed it off as having gone looking for the restrooms.

That was pretty much the end of the dream.  I feel like Aline played a bigger part in it than just holding our place in line, but I know that it was Kevin on the airplane and running around the school with me.  And I really didn't do this dream any justice with my explanations, because it was so colorful and fantastic, so I'm going to try and find some pictures that explain it better.

This is where Hanavar is in Canada.  Note that I have included my previous modification to Canada's geography in this map, so that you can keep track of where I've been.  I have also demolished a lot of Canada.

The plane was flying in, and I was sitting on the right side of the plane, so looking down on Hanavar when approaching from the south-west, the castle and most of the town is sitting on top of a mountain overlooking a lake.  The other side of the lake has mountains all around it, and there's snow everywhere.  The castle kind of looks like this one,

...if it were sitting on the little peak that's about a quarter of the way in from the left of this photo:

...and if it had a town around it and there was a lake between that mountain and the mountains in the background of that picture.

I tried finding a picture of the town/school, but didn't see anything that reminded me of them.  Also, dad was totally wearing one of those awesome totally decked out royal outfits- you know the type, gold with the red/blue sash and all the medals?  Pretty awesome.

Castle source.
Mountain source.

I need to be better at updating....

So, I know that reading lots of text gets boring, so I am going to attempt something similar to what Allie (of hyperbole and a half fame) in the future.  I'm going to grab my drawing tablet when I go home next, and will attempt to draw nice looking drawings of what my dreams look like.  They're a lot better if you could see what they look like, because usually I get one or two very clear scenes stuck in my head, and if I could show everyone how colorful and detailed they are, then that would be awesome.  But I'm not an artist, so they'll probably be pretty bad to start with.

Last night:
I had a dream that I was home for Christmas, but it was like two weeks before Christmas.  My brother was home from school, but it was during finals week, so he really had no business being home... seeing as how he should be taking finals.  So the first week of 'break', we kept telling him he should be studying for the finals, since he had them the next week, and he kept uncharacteristically telling us to not worry about it, that he didn't need to study for them.  The next week rolls around, and he's just sitting on the carpet playing with legos all week.  The rest of the family keeps asking him if he needs to go back to school to take his finals, or study, and he keeps brushing it off, all, oh, no, no, I don't need to study, they aren't till later in the week.  Later in the week he's still just playing with legos.  Finally mom & dad are angry and think he's failing all his classes and yell at him, and he's all 'SURPRISE! I TOOK THEM EARLY!'

Over the weekend:
I had a dream that I had planned a get-together with a bunch of people.  I had made a reservation at a nice restaurant for like twelve people, so it was kind of a big deal.  I showed up to the restaurant a little early with someone (maybe Ron? or some other tall, skinny male friend from home?) to check and make sure that they had our table ready, since twelve people is a lot.  The hostess took us to the table, which was in this really nice courtyard area, surrounded on all four sides by the building, wrought iron tables with burnt-red and gold-yellow colored umbrellas over them.  It reminded me of Italy.  We had two tables pushed together against one of the walls.  Me and Ron (just gonna assume it's him, since that sort of makes sense) sat down to wait for everyone else to show up, but no one else showed up.  The rest of the restaurant got full-ish, and then it started raining, and no one else came.  I was sad. :(

Woop-woop!

Last Thursday (I think):

I had a dream (got to think of a better way to start this) where Jake and I had made plans to meet up with some people at an ice cream parlor.  We got there earlier than the people we were supposed to meet, so we got some milkshakes and sat down at a booth.  Because of how the place was structured, the people we were meeting didn't see us when they came in and sat at the booth behind ours.  We could hear what they were talking about, and heard them mention poisoning us.  Apparently we knew something we shouldn't know, and they needed to get rid of us.  Jake and I looked at each other and silently agreed that we needed to get out of there without them noticing, and fast.  We slowly crept out of our booth and made a dash for the other side of the restaurant.  When we were halfway there, the people we were meeting (who I have a vague feeling were Jake's aunts) started shooting at us, so we took off running.  

I assume we lost them, but I don't remember the middle part where we got away, but I know this next part is part of the same dream.

It picks up with me in the car with my dad and Kevin, and I'm driving.  I'm ranting to them about what happened at the restaurant, so I'm distracted, and run a red light.  As I run it, I hear the woop-woop of the police car that is two cars back.  I swear, and pull up on the sidewalk on the left side of the street (one way street, two lanes, sidewalks on both sides, so only place to pull over is on the sidewalk so traffic can go around) to wait for the cop to make it through the light.  As I'm waiting, I pull out my license and registration to get ready for the cop.  When the light changes, the cop pulls up behind me, other cars honk angrily.  The lady cop gets out of her car, and I roll down the window.  Instead of coming up to the car, she starts climbing up the fire escape of the building I pulled up next to.   I wait a few minutes for her to do whatever she's doing (messing with traffic cams?), but she doesn't come down for like ten minutes, so I just drive off.  There was a lot of traffic, and I was still trying to escape/get away from the ladies from the ice cream parlor.

I feel like the area I was driving through was India or something, because it kind of reminded me of Aladdin- the clotheslines going across the streets between buildings, they're all kind of clay and steel, and things are colorful.  But it's the same city as the ice cream parlor was in, and I have no idea where Jake went.  The drivers seat was on the left, just like in America (not sure what side of the road they drive on in India, so maybe it's not India, since I've never been there).

4 dreams...

First up is a dream I had several days ago and have just been too lazy to write up.  Then are three that I had last night.

1.
I was somewhere, maybe some camp or something, and there was this old kind of creepy guy.  There was a little bridge, like the kind you get to go over the storm water in your back yard garden, or the type they use for crossing over at boy scouts or girl scouts.  It was sitting in front of a small pond, and on the other side was a little gazebo thing that was partially enclosed.  There was some pretty dense bushes in the general area from the 2nd half of the pond back past the gazebo.  There were little pumpkins scattered on the ground.
The guy told me to pick a pumpkin and take it into the gazebo, and that then I could talk to the spirit of the rabbit that was living in the pumpkin.  So I picked a pumpkin, and went down one of the paths that led to the back of the gazebo, and set it down on a railing, and I found out about the life of some random bunny.

...which reminds me of another dream:
1.5
At some point in the past couple of weeks, I had a dream that Pinto, a.k.a. Bunny had died, and I was so, so, so sad.  And then I was all, "Oh no! Girl Bunny! [a.k.a. Millie] she must be so sad too!"  And then I went and cuddled with Girl Bunny and kept being sad about Bunny dying. :(

2.
First dream from last night:
There was a bag of clothes that were ready to be donated to the Salvation Army that were sitting on a chair by the front door.  On the back of the chair was one of my favorite jackets that I was going to wear.  I went to the closet to look for a scarf to wear, and dad went and took the bag and the jacket and took it without me knowing.  Then I had to find a different jacket to wear and follow dad to the GIANT Salvation Army store, where they had already put it on a rack.  So then I had to dig through all the racks to try and find it.  Dunno if I ever did though, because then it switched to the next dream.

3.
I was at a used bookstore with mom, and had a sudden need to find a very particular book.  It was a book that I apparently already owned, but that I needed to buy again (dunno, dreams are weird).  Of course, I didn't know the title, author, or what it was about, just a vague idea of what the cover looked like and that it was a hardcover book.  I started climbing on tables and looking through every single bookshelf trying to find it.  Unable to find it, we went home, where I went to my bookshelf and found it and pulled it out.  It looked nothing like what I had been describing.  Then we were in a car going somewhere, but I don't know where, because then the next dream happened.

4.
I was in charge of this carwash with like two other people.  At this carwash, kids would come to drop off the cars, and I was responsible for keeping track of what kid went with which car, and also entertaining the kids while their cars were being washed.  Dunno where all the adults were.
So I had this little book of different activities that we could do, and of course the kid (who has a dog), wants to do some weird coin toss game, so I had to run around trying to find the coin toss things.  I couldn't find them, so I conferred with one of the people who was helping to run it, and she didn't know where the stuff was.  So I had to go back to the kid and explain that he couldn't do that activity.  Then he got sad, and sat on the ground, and his dog got kind of angry, and started gnawing on my hand.  It wasn't painful or anything, just kinda.. weird.  Then I woke up.

Two in one!

Last nigh I had two dreams!  The first was weird, the second was kind of exciting.


First dream:  It was like I was actually in a minecraft world.  I was in some tunnel/cave exploring and putting candles down and opening all the chests I found in there.  Then all of a sudden I was like, ow, my stomach hurt.  So I dug my way out of the left wall to the outside (only one block to go through, and somehow I knew that).  So I get out, and my sister is there.  Yup, in the dream I had a sister.  She was pretty awesome.  And so I told her my stomach hurt, and she was like, "Oh! Maybe you're pregnant too!"  And I'm just like "Um... what? No."  And it turns out that she had unprotected sex with her boyfriend and two days later got an IUD and then missed her period and found out she was pregnant.  And I was like, "Wait, don't you have an IUD? How are you preggers?"  But it was the sex before it got put in that made her pregnant, and in her own words: "I got grandfathered in!"  (Because it happened before the IUD.)

So anyway, weird dream where I had a sister who was pregnant.  >.>


Second dream:  I was in someone's house, maybe my mom's house in the future, or some other relative's imaginary house.  They had like zero food, and I was hungry, so I went down to the basement to look for food down there.  I found a box that had like two tins of tuna*, so I brought the box upstairs to make the tuna.  Then I noticed that there was a book in the bottom of the box, so I took it out.

It was a Disney book from the 40's with glass and tissue paper pages.  Like, there'd be glass, and on either side would be tissue paper pages with the words and pictures on it.  Because apparently, before books were made out of paper, they were made out of sheets of glass (covers were like the covers on golden books).  So then I get all excited about how I found this old book in perfect condition, when I notice there is a photograph in the bottom of the box also.  It looks like it was taken at Christmas.  It had my grandpa sitting in a chair, and then my uncle is on the floor.  There is another person in the picture who was the same uncle, but that doesn't make sense.  My uncle is wearing pretty neat looking glasses (titanium across the top, and then the rest are plastic... I know, that description is horrible, but they looked super cool in the dream), and the other guy who looks like he is also my uncle, but older and with a huge bushy grey beard, is wearing those giant hipster glasses.  But since my uncle can't be in the same photo twice, we're just gonna assume the guy with the beard is a stranger.

So then it's time for me to go to a park with my parents, my brother, his best friend, his best friend's parents and siblings, and one of my friends (not sure who).  We are at the park, because the parents have to meet a contractor to do work on both houses, and for some reason they had to drag all the kids along.

My friend and I are sitting off to the side, and she asks me about my brother's best friend's family and why they have so many kids.  I tell her that the parents had seven kids, and then they had to adopt two more because those kids' parents died in a car crash and the parents had been friends.  Then I showed her the stuff I found in the tuna box, and she was kind of intrigued, but apparently was not as interested in a glass book from the 40's as I was.

*The tuna was also from the 40's, so it was probably a good thing there was the book and photo to distract me.  60+ year old tuna does not sound tasty.

Miter Saw in the Bathroom?

Background:  When I was in middle school and high school, I participated in a club called Science Olympiad.  There were multiple events (bottle rockets, build a tower out of balsa wood, know everything about fossils, etc.) that tested students on their ability to build structures that met certain specifications and/or knowledge of a subject.  I was super involved and received numerous medals at both the regional and state levels.  So it was a pretty big part of my life, but I've been out of high school for a while now, and don't usually think about SciOly.


Last night, I was in a team meeting- coaches, parents, other team members.  During the meeting it was decided that the girls (myself, Aline, I think Sheree, and I think the other person was Sydney) were going to go use the miter saw to work on the bottle rocket, and that my dad would help us.  So the five of us walked down the hall to the bathroom (similar layout to my current apartment, but with an obviously larger bathroom) where the miter saw was kept.

Flash forward to Michael Kelso from That 70's Show showing up as the kid who will be participating in the bottle rocket event at competition.  He's just as Kelso-esqe as he is on the show.  But now it's just me and him and I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to teach him what he needs to know about the event.  Apparently there is some weird aviator hat with built in goggles that we have to wear, but it's got a zipper around the brim and I can't figure it out, and then it's too small for my head.  While I'm trying to figure it out, Kelso wanders off.

As I'm trying to get the hat on my head, there's some alert siren going off and the bottle rocket people (which now apparently includes me, although I don't think I was signed up for it to start with) have to report to this hovercraft thing that kind of looks like what they had in Sky Captain (near the end when the scientists are escaping), so I run up to it and jump on.  There are already four other people on it, laying down with their hands on their head, all under a sheet (guess I'm late).  One of them is Kelso, and my mom is driving the hovercraft.  There's some lady with really curly hair (maybe River from Dr. Who?) stationed at the hovercraft next to ours and she has somehow figured out those stupid goggle things with the zipper.

Then our hovercraft zipped off, Kelso made some stupid comment, and I don't know what happened next.