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.
Monday, June 17, 2013
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.
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.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
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.
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.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
But what about the goat?!?!
A few days ago, I had a dream where Jake and I were flying back to the US from Scotland. We had a choice of two routes, both had layovers and took about the same amount of time. One of them stopped over at Easter Island, and gave you enough time to get out and explore a bit before continuing on to the US.
Now, you're probably asking me how this makes any sense, because Easter Island is nowhere near on the way from Scotland to the US. It's not only in the wrong hemisphere, it's in the wrong ocean.
But you are forgetting how my brain works. As I am beginning to believe from dreams I've been having recently, my subconscious thinks that EVERYWHERE should be where Canada is. There was the dream where we road-tripped up to Scotland, there was the dream where I flew to the mysterious Hanavar.... and now the dream where I stopped by Easter Island.
Although, I do have to admit, that at least in this dream Scotland was where it belonged, over next to Europe. Because I know this, there won't be an addition to my Brain-Canada map drawing, since then the flight plan would make even less sense.
So here is a rough screen capture of where Easter Island was in my head, and our flight plans.
Now for the actual dream.
We (Jake and I) were in Scotland, and the people at the airport check-in gave us two options. We chose the Easter Island one, because, hey, more vacation for our money!
We landed at Easter Island, and got to leave all our luggage on the plane, which was nice, because we didn't have to worry about it at all. We were walking around (landscape looked suspiciously like Scotland), and found a goat. It had a collar, so we were like, lets take it with us! And it just kind of followed us around, occasionally we'd tug on its collar to make it follow us if it stopped to eat or something.
Got to this weird area. There was gently sloping land (just open grassland), and there was a rickety rope/wood bridge going across this opening- dropped down maybe 20-30 feet to a small pond or something. The opening was circular, and the land sloped so that the opening was angled. Left side of the opening was probably 20 feet higher than the middle, and the right side would be probably another 10-15 feet lower, except for a weird outcropping of rock that came from the right side and went up ~8 ft and then extended over the circle about a third. The bridge was a third of the way in from the right side, and went across the circle, under the rock outcrop. (So, if you were standing in the middle of the bridge, and looked to the left side of the hole, you'd just see the vertical wall that then slopes down along the edges of the circle to where the bridge meets the edges. If you looked right, you'd see the vertical wall coming up and then arching over your head, and past it ~1 ft.) If my artistic ability was able to handle more than squares and drawing flight paths, I'd just draw this, but I suck at drawing, so you get this crappy description instead.
Anyway, we got to the bridge, and for whatever reason, decided we waned to go across it instead of around the pond/hole. The goat REFUSED to move. It did not like the bridge and wanted no part of our shenanigans.
And that is where the dream ends.
When I woke up, I was like, "I should tell Jake about this dream." But then I forgot. That night, I had another dream where I was just freaking out about "what happened to the goat!?" all because I hadn't told real-life Jake about the dream goat.
Moral of the Manda-brain: Tell Jake about the goat dreams, or they'll bug you till you do.
Now, you're probably asking me how this makes any sense, because Easter Island is nowhere near on the way from Scotland to the US. It's not only in the wrong hemisphere, it's in the wrong ocean.
But you are forgetting how my brain works. As I am beginning to believe from dreams I've been having recently, my subconscious thinks that EVERYWHERE should be where Canada is. There was the dream where we road-tripped up to Scotland, there was the dream where I flew to the mysterious Hanavar.... and now the dream where I stopped by Easter Island.
Although, I do have to admit, that at least in this dream Scotland was where it belonged, over next to Europe. Because I know this, there won't be an addition to my Brain-Canada map drawing, since then the flight plan would make even less sense.
So here is a rough screen capture of where Easter Island was in my head, and our flight plans.
Now for the actual dream.
We (Jake and I) were in Scotland, and the people at the airport check-in gave us two options. We chose the Easter Island one, because, hey, more vacation for our money!
We landed at Easter Island, and got to leave all our luggage on the plane, which was nice, because we didn't have to worry about it at all. We were walking around (landscape looked suspiciously like Scotland), and found a goat. It had a collar, so we were like, lets take it with us! And it just kind of followed us around, occasionally we'd tug on its collar to make it follow us if it stopped to eat or something.
Got to this weird area. There was gently sloping land (just open grassland), and there was a rickety rope/wood bridge going across this opening- dropped down maybe 20-30 feet to a small pond or something. The opening was circular, and the land sloped so that the opening was angled. Left side of the opening was probably 20 feet higher than the middle, and the right side would be probably another 10-15 feet lower, except for a weird outcropping of rock that came from the right side and went up ~8 ft and then extended over the circle about a third. The bridge was a third of the way in from the right side, and went across the circle, under the rock outcrop. (So, if you were standing in the middle of the bridge, and looked to the left side of the hole, you'd just see the vertical wall that then slopes down along the edges of the circle to where the bridge meets the edges. If you looked right, you'd see the vertical wall coming up and then arching over your head, and past it ~1 ft.) If my artistic ability was able to handle more than squares and drawing flight paths, I'd just draw this, but I suck at drawing, so you get this crappy description instead.
Anyway, we got to the bridge, and for whatever reason, decided we waned to go across it instead of around the pond/hole. The goat REFUSED to move. It did not like the bridge and wanted no part of our shenanigans.
And that is where the dream ends.
When I woke up, I was like, "I should tell Jake about this dream." But then I forgot. That night, I had another dream where I was just freaking out about "what happened to the goat!?" all because I hadn't told real-life Jake about the dream goat.
Moral of the Manda-brain: Tell Jake about the goat dreams, or they'll bug you till you do.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Krispy Kreme Sale!
This dream was delicious.
I was at a Krispy Kreme that Barry worked at with Sheree and two other people that I just can't figure out who they were. KK was having a March sale, where you started out with a 'buy one donut, get one free' coupon, and then you turn that one in, and you'd get a 'buy a half dozen, get a half dozen free' coupon, and when you turned that one in you'd get a 'buy a dozen, get a dozen free' coupon, etc.
Somehow, I had skipped the smaller coupons (or had used them previous to this KK visit), and turned in my 'buy a dozen, get a dozen' coupon to get a dozen regular KK donuts, and a dozen of these chocolate-ginger/some other holiday spice limited time donuts that were apparently the best thing ever. I took my boxes and went back over to sit down with Sheree and the other people. We didn't eat them or anything, just had the box sitting there and we were talking. Then Barry walked over and started chatting with us about donuts. I was super excited (probably all the sugar in the air, I'm surprised Sheree wasn't crazier) and wanted to go look at all the donuts in the display case, so Barry went with me.
While I was up there talking to him, a family came in and bought a dozen donuts and some muffins/cupcakes. I feel like they were muffins, but there was definitely frosting on top, so they must have been cupcakes. I didn't know they sold cupcakes, and Barry was like, "yup!" and showed me all the kinds they had. Apparently the lady in the family had picked out the 'mother's day cupcake' which had caramel frosting, and someone else in that family had gotten a chocolate one. These were giant cupcakes. Easily 4-5" across. So then I decided to get some cupcakes, and magically had the appropriate coupon to get one free. The guy at the register was like, "you know, all these coupons expire tomorrow (St. Patrick's Day), and I doubt we'll get many people in, so here, you can have all these," and handed me a stack of coupons that was about an inch thick. Cue more excitement! Went back to sit down with Sheree et.al. and showed them my coupons, and then Sheree wanted to get cupcakes too, and then everyone I was with wanted free donuts, and so we had a giant pile of donut boxes.
It was a delicious dream, and the first thing I did when I got up was to check and see where the nearest KK was. And then realize that even if we did go to it, the chocolate/holiday spice donuts were imaginary and I wouldn't be able to eat them anyway.
I was at a Krispy Kreme that Barry worked at with Sheree and two other people that I just can't figure out who they were. KK was having a March sale, where you started out with a 'buy one donut, get one free' coupon, and then you turn that one in, and you'd get a 'buy a half dozen, get a half dozen free' coupon, and when you turned that one in you'd get a 'buy a dozen, get a dozen free' coupon, etc.
Somehow, I had skipped the smaller coupons (or had used them previous to this KK visit), and turned in my 'buy a dozen, get a dozen' coupon to get a dozen regular KK donuts, and a dozen of these chocolate-ginger/some other holiday spice limited time donuts that were apparently the best thing ever. I took my boxes and went back over to sit down with Sheree and the other people. We didn't eat them or anything, just had the box sitting there and we were talking. Then Barry walked over and started chatting with us about donuts. I was super excited (probably all the sugar in the air, I'm surprised Sheree wasn't crazier) and wanted to go look at all the donuts in the display case, so Barry went with me.
While I was up there talking to him, a family came in and bought a dozen donuts and some muffins/cupcakes. I feel like they were muffins, but there was definitely frosting on top, so they must have been cupcakes. I didn't know they sold cupcakes, and Barry was like, "yup!" and showed me all the kinds they had. Apparently the lady in the family had picked out the 'mother's day cupcake' which had caramel frosting, and someone else in that family had gotten a chocolate one. These were giant cupcakes. Easily 4-5" across. So then I decided to get some cupcakes, and magically had the appropriate coupon to get one free. The guy at the register was like, "you know, all these coupons expire tomorrow (St. Patrick's Day), and I doubt we'll get many people in, so here, you can have all these," and handed me a stack of coupons that was about an inch thick. Cue more excitement! Went back to sit down with Sheree et.al. and showed them my coupons, and then Sheree wanted to get cupcakes too, and then everyone I was with wanted free donuts, and so we had a giant pile of donut boxes.
It was a delicious dream, and the first thing I did when I got up was to check and see where the nearest KK was. And then realize that even if we did go to it, the chocolate/holiday spice donuts were imaginary and I wouldn't be able to eat them anyway.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Party at Weggies
Had two dreams the other day that were related.
In the first one, James and I got dropped off at the grocery store by our moms for whatever reason. After we were done shopping (I assume, although we didn't have any bags with us), we went back out to wait for our ride to pick us up. It was cold and snowy and gross out, and I was going to go back and wait in the lobby-ish area, when James noticed that the car we were standing next to was unlocked. He was like, no, look, we can wait in this car. He walked around to the driver's side and got in. I was torn between waiting with him and walking back across the slushy parking lot to the store, and gave in and got in the car with him. Somehow he got it started (with no key and no hot-wiring) and started driving off in it. I yelled at him that he couldn't steal a car, and he was all, 'Amanda, you're no fun.' He turned back around and parked the car in a different parking space from where we found it.
That would seem to be the end of the dream, but given that the second one also took place at the grocery store, I feel like it was more of a prequel dream.
In the second dream, I was wandering around the grocery store (which I'm just assuming is Weggies, since it's kind of the best grocery store) with Sheree and Jake. We came across a whole bunch of other people there. I guess we must have been meeting up just to hang out, but were buying lunch from Weggies and eating it there? Not entirely sure. Anyway, there were a ton of people, including Belinda, Aleeza, James, etc. all sitting together at a table meant for not as many people as were sitting at it, and I'm pretty sure we were all just waiting for our parents to come pick us up.
In the first one, James and I got dropped off at the grocery store by our moms for whatever reason. After we were done shopping (I assume, although we didn't have any bags with us), we went back out to wait for our ride to pick us up. It was cold and snowy and gross out, and I was going to go back and wait in the lobby-ish area, when James noticed that the car we were standing next to was unlocked. He was like, no, look, we can wait in this car. He walked around to the driver's side and got in. I was torn between waiting with him and walking back across the slushy parking lot to the store, and gave in and got in the car with him. Somehow he got it started (with no key and no hot-wiring) and started driving off in it. I yelled at him that he couldn't steal a car, and he was all, 'Amanda, you're no fun.' He turned back around and parked the car in a different parking space from where we found it.
That would seem to be the end of the dream, but given that the second one also took place at the grocery store, I feel like it was more of a prequel dream.
In the second dream, I was wandering around the grocery store (which I'm just assuming is Weggies, since it's kind of the best grocery store) with Sheree and Jake. We came across a whole bunch of other people there. I guess we must have been meeting up just to hang out, but were buying lunch from Weggies and eating it there? Not entirely sure. Anyway, there were a ton of people, including Belinda, Aleeza, James, etc. all sitting together at a table meant for not as many people as were sitting at it, and I'm pretty sure we were all just waiting for our parents to come pick us up.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
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.
...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 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:
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.
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