Dream Diary 2008
I had a really bizarre dream last night. Hm...let's see....what did it start off with....
There was going to be some sort of terrorist attack on the Corban campus, so what did the admins decide to do? Break off the front half of the Academic Towers (aka the mailroom/library) and float down the Willamette River to safety. (Not minding that well...the W. River is on the other side of Salem....) Somehow, my sister Heidi is affiliated with Corban, and is seperated from her husband and kids. I stage a huge protest. But soon, to my dismay, I have more important things to worry about. Say....alien invaders wandering about our floating safe house (that now looks like a two story home on the inside, not a library).) Remember those bug aliens on that arcade game at Wunderland, Jessenator? Yeah, that's what they looked like. But of course, my inconvienent dreams didn't include the floating ammo and weapons that would have come in handy. Naturally, some other person gets more um.....kills....than I do. (Mm...forgot how violent this dream was, it didn't really seem so at the time.) For some bizzare reason, there's more aliens on the second floor than the first? I have no idea why.
Then the dream segways to my parents and I driving to Applegate Christian Fellowship (in So. Oregon) through Jacksonville, OR. We stop at a drive through coffee shop that someone Brooke Sterk works at while going to Corban in Salem (like...maybe, I dunno....200+ miles away? She must have a private jet or something, or....GASP! She can teleport!!) While my dad orders his coffee, I mysteriously steal a handful of jelly-bellies....without leaving the car. Brooke, or one of her coworkers notices and tells me that no worries, it's less than a dollar extra. The handful is weighed and it turns out to be worth $2.10. Yeah, lameness. I cough up the extra dollar and two cents and the dream ends before I can enjoy the spoils of my labor.
Yeah, my dreams make no sense. I should really avoid watching youtube videos before bed...I think Brookers is trying to brainwash me.
There was going to be some sort of terrorist attack on the Corban campus, so what did the admins decide to do? Break off the front half of the Academic Towers (aka the mailroom/library) and float down the Willamette River to safety. (Not minding that well...the W. River is on the other side of Salem....) Somehow, my sister Heidi is affiliated with Corban, and is seperated from her husband and kids. I stage a huge protest. But soon, to my dismay, I have more important things to worry about. Say....alien invaders wandering about our floating safe house (that now looks like a two story home on the inside, not a library).) Remember those bug aliens on that arcade game at Wunderland, Jessenator? Yeah, that's what they looked like. But of course, my inconvienent dreams didn't include the floating ammo and weapons that would have come in handy. Naturally, some other person gets more um.....kills....than I do. (Mm...forgot how violent this dream was, it didn't really seem so at the time.) For some bizzare reason, there's more aliens on the second floor than the first? I have no idea why.
Then the dream segways to my parents and I driving to Applegate Christian Fellowship (in So. Oregon) through Jacksonville, OR. We stop at a drive through coffee shop that someone Brooke Sterk works at while going to Corban in Salem (like...maybe, I dunno....200+ miles away? She must have a private jet or something, or....GASP! She can teleport!!) While my dad orders his coffee, I mysteriously steal a handful of jelly-bellies....without leaving the car. Brooke, or one of her coworkers notices and tells me that no worries, it's less than a dollar extra. The handful is weighed and it turns out to be worth $2.10. Yeah, lameness. I cough up the extra dollar and two cents and the dream ends before I can enjoy the spoils of my labor.
Yeah, my dreams make no sense. I should really avoid watching youtube videos before bed...I think Brookers is trying to brainwash me.