:: Handsome Men’s Club ::

I had a weird dream last night.  It was actually really sad.  For some reason, RJ and I had broken up at this conference in a hotel, and to console me, my friends tracked down this guy I liked back in the 5th grade who moved away after that year.  Random, I know.  Anyways, I go on a couple dates with this guy, and he’d gotten like really buff since the 5th grade, but I was just bummed the entire time because I just wanted RJ.

I kept trying to get in touch with RJ, but he would tell me he’d been journaling a lot about where we went wrong in our relationship in the beginning and that he needed time to think through some more stuff.  He also told me he had planned a trip the next day to Eugene to attend a party without me, and had this black tunic (like a girl’s style) just for the occasion, but man-ified it.  So this guy and I got some popcorn and went to this rowing tournament.

I woke up really sad and needing reassurance that RJ was happy with me, so I called RJ into the bedroom.  Like literally phone called him, because he couldn’t hear me from the other room.  He came and cuddled me and reassured me the way Ben Affleck cuddled and reassured Jimmy Kimmel at the end of his Handsome Men’s Club bit.  Here’s the bit, in case you’re curious.

:: The Sound of Music…ish ::

It’s been a while since I’ve shared any of my weird freaky dreams, and since I had such a vivid one last night, I thought I’d indulge!

So last night, I dreamt it was me and RJ’s second wedding. Same type of venue, a beautiful beach setting, except it wasn’t NASNI Coronado. It was more of a really spread out and open white sand beach, except I couldn’t see the water. Hmm…maybe that makes it not a beach then. Whatever the case, it was bright, open, white, and happy.

Moving onto the wedding reception, somehow my parents’ old kitchen table, which currently resides at Jenny and Alby’s house, was present as the head table. It fit the beach theme well, due to the pastelly colors. Kristin catered the whole thing, for all the guests and even the work staff singlehandedly.

On our way back to the hotel, we somehow (by we, I mean the entire wedding) got trapped inside the resort, under seige by some other country (thus The Sound of Music…ish) and we needed to flee for our lives. We needed to travel stealthily throughout the day and recruited people (who happened to be students at UCR) with special skills to help us escape. Somewhere in there, someone suggested a trip to Las Vegas when we got out. I guess our wedding was at a beach by Vegas?

In the end, we found a hole in the attic floor with a zipline. It was our only hope, but in the process we’d be moving targets for the enemy. One girl proceeded to test her weight on it, and slipped and fell. We thought she was a gonor, but then we heard her yell for us. Apparently, there was a trap door where she landed and it was an escape route, an underground tunnel sort of deal to let prisoners free out of the resort. There was even a landing pad so it wouldn’t hurt.

For some reason when we escaped, I felt such a rush of relief and freedom, and was overwhelmed by emotions and said, “I’m so glad they made this underground railroad! Last time was so much harder to escape!” So I guess I had been under seige at that resort before and last time there was no easy escape? And I was foolish enough to come back, nay, have my wedding there?

I remember waking up and feeling the relief of freedom from perceived oppression, and thinking, I’m glad Jesus set us free. I know, randomly connected, but it was one of the first thoughts in my mind.

So. That was my dream. I slept a good solid 12 hours last night.

:: Secret Network of Vampires ::

In the first dream of the ones I remember from this week (the night of the 16th, I believe), I dreamt there was a secret network of vampires (yes, I’ve read Twilight, no, it hasn’t been for a while!).  But the vampires weren’t bad, they were good, they rescued people in need.

For example, the dream started out with me being emotionally scarred and abused by my own father, but it wasn’t my real father, it was Charlie, Bella’s father, from Twilight.  He slashed blankie just to punish me, and I was devastated.  Then, the vampires came through the closet when I was crying and rescued me.

They had quite an extensive network of underground tunnels: closets, walls, machines, basically, anything was a tunnel to bring us back to headquarters.  I remember one rescue mission, there were a group of 7 of us vampires who needed to get through a hole in the wall without being noticed, and we succeeded.  We also needed to be covered, otherwise our glowing, diamond skin would give us away.

The last close encounter, we were in a risky situation, and Jenny was there with me.  We were at a university, and we had passed through a Chinese club celebration.  We needed to retreat really fast, but not be seen walking together, so she was a few steps behind me.  I think someone was coming who we couldn’t risk seeing us together, so Jenny whispered, “Quick, stall!”
Right then, I was passing by the Chinese club celebration and I stop and say to them, “I can’t believe you let “TAIWANESE” people nearby this celebration,” and point to Jenny.  Then, they pushed her into the bathroom to give her a talking to, and we bypass being caught together.

I rush down the corridor, and our exit was a washing machine.  Unfortunately, there was a long haired hippie guy at the computer by the washing machine, and so I try to seduce him, for fear that he would find out about our secret tunnel.  I eventually give up because I figure the guy is such a unreliable source that no one would believe him if he told anyone.

I begin shoving things from my pockets down the machine first, like cell phone, charger, and for some reason I had like a whole box of tampons with me, but without the box.  So the hippie and I are rushing to shove tons of tampons down the machine, otherwise Jenny and I get caught.  Eventually, Jenny catches up, and we escape through the washing machine.

:: Dream Catcher ::

Remember those beautiful Indian things that were popular for a while?  You know, the dream catchers!  They were circular, had a beautiful web, sometimes a feather or beads to decorate it.  You’re supposed to hang them somewhere near your bed when you’re sleeping, and when you’re asleep they catch bad dreams for you, and let the pleasant ones through.

I DON’T have one, but it’s been brought to my attention how weird it is that I have such vivid and memorable dreams.  Some of them are just so whacked out, I wonder if all that is really going on in my subconscious.

So I’ve decided to keep track of them online, for those of you who are interested in what goes on when I’m asleep. I have a few that are backlogged, so be patient with me.