James Bond meets Arrested Development meets Tower Heist

Last night, I had Tower Heist on tv in the background.  If you're not familiar with it, rich guy steals money from workers in the apartment/condo building, and they steal it back.  There's a bunch of sneaking around.

Then, last night, I had a dream where I was James Bond.  I was visiting this pretty fancy estate with some other male friend, who was not as adept at sneaking around and spying as I was.  For some reason, we needed to scope out one particular bedroom before we could rob it/ re-appropriate the belongings/ return things to people they belonged to.

We were ready to sneak back out, and so I just did one of those neat little sneaky rolls across the hallway (assuming no one was there to see, luckily there wasn't anyone).  I got across, and hid behind the door to the super big staircase across the hall.  My accomplice was still in the bedroom, afraid to come out, because now someone was in the hallway, and if he came out, he'd be caught!  He knew there was someone coming because he had the door open a crack and peeked out before getting out.

I ducked back behind the left door to the stairs, and was standing there when Lucille 2 came through the right door.  She was being all Lucille 2-like, and knew that I was there, and needed my help to get down the stairs because she was suffering from another bout of vertigo.

Once I took her arm to escort her down the stairs, my accomplice snuck out of the bedroom we had been scoping out, and went... somewhere else.

I feel like there was a lot more to this dream, but right now this is all I remember of it.  If I suddenly have an epiphany, I'll come back and edit this.

Walking to Disney, via. Seattle

A couple weeks ago, back when I posted a whole bunch of dreams on the same night, I had another one.... (gotta find a better way to start these things off.. 'I had a dream' durrr, of course I did, that's the point of the blog).  But at the time, I was tired of typing them up, and decided to save this one for later, and now it is later, so here it is:

A whole bunch of people at Georgia Tech decided that it would be a good idea to walk to Disney World.  This was a perfectly sane idea, it was kind of like we were all just walking to the football stadium on the other side of campus or something...

However, my geography was messed up again, as it tends to be in my dreams.  In order to get to Disney (the one in Florida), we had to go through Seattle.... Yes, the Seattle that is in the complete opposite corner of the country.  But.... whatever.  It's a dream, let's just roll with it.

So I was in a crowd of people, walking.  Didn't really know anyone around me, although eventually I think I did meet up with Sydney.

We arrived in Seattle, and went to a hotel, one of those big rooms you can rent out, and where they'll put out fruit platters and other crappy, typical finger foods.  We went in one of those rooms, where we met up with my family, and a bunch of other people.  I guess this was supposed to be kind of a meet and greet thing?  Not sure.  Everyone was eventually planning on going to Disney though.  It was late afternoon/early evening by this point. (No idea how long we had been walking for though.)  Most people decided that they would just go on to Disney (which was somehow just a mile or two away on the other side of downtown Seattle, but also in Florida, and also I'm like 99% sure the Seattle in my head is 0% identical to the real one) the next day, but Sydney and I and some other random guy we were hanging out with all decided that we'd just continue on that night since it was still light out, and since it wasn't that bad of a neighborhood.

So we left the hotel, and walked down the street.  Let me attempt to make a map for you.

It is a crappy map, because I spent like three minutes on it.  But basically, we just had to walk down a street surrounded on either side by really tall, grey, slightly eerie buildings. 

You would think that the most trouble we'd have would be getting mugged, right?  Or maybe shot?  Creepy street in a strange city?  Nope.

Not at all.

For some reason, we decided it would make so much more sense to go in one of the buildings and go halfway up to get to Disney.

So we found ourselves probably like 15 floors up in a building on the right side of the street.  

Then, suddenly, like as happens often in dreams, the stairs we just came up were suddenly not there, just a big empty tower of air, so we would pretty much die if we went back that way.

We decided to keep going up... and got up to the roof.  Turns out, this building was a rectangle, not a square shape when viewed from the top.  Also, the two buildings on either side of it were much taller, like probably another 10-20 floors taller.

This building, or at least the roof, was only like, 30 feet along the short edge (Who builds something like that?  Really?).  It was also really windy.  And looked like it was about to start raining.

Somewhere along the way, the guy we were with disappeared, I think he went to explore one of the floors in the building or something.  But me & Sydney were the only ones up there, and we were high enough that people on the ground wouldn't hear us shouting for help, and there weren't any windows in the sides of the adjacent buildings, and the other side of the street was really far away...

So, we were basically stuck, because of course, the door on to the roof was no longer there.

Sydney immediately gave up all hope of ever being rescued, and sat down, opened the can of spaghetti-o's she had with her (why, Sydney, why??), and ate it.  Even though it was the only food we had.  Just ate it all right then.  She went a bit crazy, and was all, 'look, I can use the lid as a picture frame for this picture of my boyfriend!'  (It was not the best picture frame ever made).

There was a rope hanging down from the roof of one of the adjacent buildings, and I figured that if we could get the rope down, it would be long enough for us to each rappel down over opposite sides of the building, and then one of us would just have to walk along the street on the other side of the building (which didn't have street lights, was really creepy, and probably did not lead to Disney).  (Couldn't just go around the building back to the street we were originally on because there wasn't room to walk between the buildings.)   But I couldn't figure out how to get the rope down, so that didn't happen.

I feel like then there were groups of really mean, jerky guys (you know the type, the assholes of high school) standing on the roofs of the adjacent buildings making fun of us being stuck, and not helping us get up/down/off the roof/into the building, but if that really happened, it was just for a bit at the end of the dream before I woke up.

Moving Again

I seem to have a lot of dreams where I worry about moving, or freak out about something related to moving, etc.

In this dream, my closet exploded, and I had SO MANY CLOTHES.  They were everywhere.  Didn't help that instead of just packing them all up, I decided to sort them out as to what I wanted to keep & what I wanted to donate.  This led to even more of a mess, since now they weren't even folded.

Bunny wandered in to the doorway with a piece of parsley in his mouth, and looked at me, all confused about what the commotion was about.

Eventually I got things packed up all neatly into rubbermaids, and it was kind of ok.. Except for the whole moving thing.  That always sucks.

The Trouble with Tribbles

I was exploring in a forest with some people, when we came upon a field.  There was a wooden fence running through part of it (the kind with two railings... you know, typical wooden fence).  Scattered throughout the field were little fuzzy blobs.  One of the guys that was with me picked one of them up, and it started vibrating.  We were all really excited/confused, etc. about the vibrating fuzzy things, and were talking to each other more than we were paying attention to the vibrating fuzzball.

Then the guy who picked up the fuzzball kind of focused more on the fuzzball rather than the rest of us, and was able to 'open his mind' corny as that sounds.  Turns out the fuzzballs communicated telepathically when they vibrated!  And they were all just full of happy thoughts and happiness and they were awesome!  But they were just sitting around in a field in the middle of a forest.

Later, we got back and looked up on a map, and it turned out that the land we found them on belonged to the government, and that logically, the fuzzballs (that kind of looked like tribbles, but not quite as rotund) were a government experiment.  There was some other government owned land near where we found the fuzzballs, and we planned to explore it some other time to see if there were more fuzzballs.

In which Jake's cousins are Jerks.

Jake and I were living in a fancy apartment that had an abnoxiously huge bathroom.  As in, it was like a whole room.  And the shower was completely separate from the rest of the bathroom, so it wasn't weird to have someone else in there using it while you were in the shower.

Anyway, I was taking a shower, when Jake's two female, sporty-jock-type cousins showed up.  They had just showed up to stay with us for a couple of days (I suppose).  Jake was giving them a tour of the apartment, and had finished it up with the bathroom.  He left to go take care of something in the kitchen, and the two cousins (who were tall and sporty and had awesome hair) were ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the bathroom, and they saw our fancy towels, and were like "Ooh, I hope we get to use these!" "They're so soft!"  But by then I was finished with my shower, and stuck my head out, and was like, "actually, that's my towel."  And they immediately dropped the towels on the ground, and were all "ew! We touched her towel!"  Then they scampered off, and I was left to pick my towel up off the ground.

Later I cornered Jake and told him how his cousins had acted, and he didn't really believe that they were that mean to me.  He kept telling me to give them a chance, but it was useless, because they were those type of girls, the kind that are mean to other girls, and the kind of mean that only other girls notice is happening.

Not a fun dream.

Disclaimer: Jake actually doesn't have any cousins like this.  His real life cousins are nice.

Wrong Train

Disclaimer:  I had this dream like two months ago, and now remember only a little bit of it.  But it was pretty awesome.

In this dream, I was in a wheelchair for some reason.  Broken leg maybe.  I was also in this country (pretty sure it wasn't Canada this time) where it was super snowy all over.  I needed to catch a train to the airport, but because it was rush hour and I didn't know where I was going, I ended up getting on the wrong one.  I realized this when I noticed the train heading west out of town instead of south.  (I guess the city was kind of oval shaped, so it was really obvious when it headed out of town and into the wilderness, instead of heading south through the rest of town.)  Anyway, it turned out the train was heading to the next city over, that was like ~60 miles away or something.  So, because it was a really fast train, I could just stay on it and still get back to the airport before my flight since I had budgeted a lot of extra time.

So I'm on the train, and then I think it crashed? Somehow I was suddenly not on the train anymore, and in the snow.  Which is weird, because the snow was probably like 20 feet deep, and there was only enough plowed for the train to get through.  Anyway, I was out in the snow, and then it was like there was an old fantasy land half buried in the snow.  Not like a fantasy *waves fingers* land, more like an amusement park.  And it was all ruined and kind of need, but also probably dangerous since it was old and abandoned and half buried in the snow.

I think then someone on a snowmobile came by and picked me up & brought me back to one of the cities, but I really don't remember what happened anymore.

Lambert's Party...

Last weekend I had a dream where I was at some party Lambert was throwing.  It was in a house, but it didn't have normal house-type bathrooms.  Instead, they were like when you go to the bathroom in public and there are several stalls in the same room.  At some point during the party, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom, but since this was the first time at Lambert's house, I asked him where it was.
Surprisingly, there wasn't a ladies room.  Just a men's room.  But I had to go bad enough that I just said screw it, I'll use the men's room.  It had four stalls, and they all had something wrong with them.  Two were out of toilet paper.  One didn't flush.  The last one's door didn't close all the way.
Not sure which one I ended up using, but I remember that I bugged Lambert about why he didn't have a normal bathroom in his house, since it was a house and not a building requiring multiple toilets.  Don't think he had an answer.

Also, the party had like a hundred people at it.  It was absolutely packed.