Last night I was sober, and had the craziest dreams.
First dream:
Dreyfus bought an apartment in a city. I don't know what city, but it is bleak like Gotham from the Tim Burton directed Batman. His apartment is actually a really small house, which is shaped like a cathedral. Only it is black to match the building that it is on top of. It only covers half the roof: the other half of the roof is his garden, which is bleak like the garden in Bram Stoker's Dracula. Only all of his plants are also dead. It is raining the way that it does in movies. There are people on the roof of the next building over. They have a dummy, which they tie a noose around and throw off of the building, to make people on the streets below believe that a man just hanged himself. End of dream.
Dream Two:
Dreyfus/Jeff Collard (they are the same person) is going with me to Israel. We are at the airport, which is for some reason the Israeli airport despite the fact that we are flying there, not home. We had to fill out these strange questionaires, which had several spelling mistakes on them. I was blatantly sarcastic when filling mine out. I wish I could remember the exact questions and responses, because at the time they seemed quite funny. We also had to be drug tested to see if we had smoked pot in the last 24 hours. If we had, they would not let us in the country. We failed the drug test, but the guy let us in anyways because he thought that my responses to the questionaire were witty. We saw Tanya there, who was flying some where really crazy. Possibly Istanbul. I asked her if she would be back before school got out (even though school is already out), so that I could see her again, and she said no. So there was a strange tearful goodbye, during which she stood up. Then sat back in her wheelchair like nothing had happened out of the ordinary. Jeff (who was now firmly Jeff, and not at all Dreyfus) and I were worried about missing our plane at this point, so we headed off to our terminal, and I would not let Jeff stop for food. Our ticket said that our terminal was "Bar" (as opposed to the usual "A" or "B" or "12"), which excited me a bit 'cause I like drinking when I am on planes. When we got there it turned out that it was not a bar, and that I head misread "Bab," which was short for "baby store." It was massive, and the front looked kind of like Barnes and Nobles, with the columns and triangle at the front. At the back of the store was a large opening to let us out onto the runway, where our plane would be. Somehow, we had an hour left before we had to board, so we went to go get food. We ran, 'cause I was still worried. I went to a place that had individual booths, while Jeff went off somewhere else. Inside this booth was a vending machine for fast food. The person before me had left a spicy hot dog and a soda in there, so I grabbed that. The eatery was decorated like a '50s diner. Very clinically white. Then I woke up.
Then I went back to sleep, because it was eight o'clock in the morning.
Dream Three:
I was going to the movies with Amy, Tanya, and the guys from home. I was also in a wheel chair. We were picking out which movie to watch, when Tanya randomly stood up. I told her that I had a dream last night that she could walk, and she told me that I was psychic. She said that she could only do it for a little while, and sat back in her wheelchair. We went and got food. Something happened (I can't remember what), but most of the guys went to the movie without us, leaving Kat, Amy, Tanya, and I (Kat magically appeared). When we went to leave where we were eating, which was like a food court, we rolled out of a door (as Tanya and I were still in wheelchairs) and were suddenly in the desert. There was a large pavillion thingy, which we went to. There were loads of people inside, and half of them were black. I sat next to one girl who had a trillion piercings, and some of them were really cool, but others were so ostentations that they made her face hideous. For example, she had spider bites, only she had one enormous hoop that went through both holes. Kind of like when Kat put the hoop through her nose and lip. Also, she had dice in front of her nose. Large dice. So she looked kind of like pinochio. There were mardi gras beads connecting the dice to her ears. I convinced her that she should take them off, and when we played with them for a bit I mentioned that the beeds coming from the dice looked a lot like a hooka. She said that she knows that some one on campus has a real hooka, and was hoping to see it at some point. I said that it was Amy, who was standing right next to me, who immediately set it up, excited that her fame had spread so far as the desert, which was somehow on campus. The black girl that I was talking to continued removing her piercings, and also a strange hat that she had been wearing, and was in fact quite beautiful once she got the crap off of her face. Amy started choking, and said that she got too much coal in her mouth starting the hooka. She was off to vomit. But before she went she took a mini pack of pads out of the front of her underwear and handed them to the hot girl, who was like "What the deuce?" I was also like "What the deuce?"
Then I woke up again, because people were talking.
I was talking in my sleep, and apparantly I also had a dream about gay monkies, which I do not remember.
Dreyfus bought an apartment in a city. I don't know what city, but it is bleak like Gotham from the Tim Burton directed Batman. His apartment is actually a really small house, which is shaped like a cathedral. Only it is black to match the building that it is on top of. It only covers half the roof: the other half of the roof is his garden, which is bleak like the garden in Bram Stoker's Dracula. Only all of his plants are also dead. It is raining the way that it does in movies. There are people on the roof of the next building over. They have a dummy, which they tie a noose around and throw off of the building, to make people on the streets below believe that a man just hanged himself. End of dream.
Dream Two:
Dreyfus/Jeff Collard (they are the same person) is going with me to Israel. We are at the airport, which is for some reason the Israeli airport despite the fact that we are flying there, not home. We had to fill out these strange questionaires, which had several spelling mistakes on them. I was blatantly sarcastic when filling mine out. I wish I could remember the exact questions and responses, because at the time they seemed quite funny. We also had to be drug tested to see if we had smoked pot in the last 24 hours. If we had, they would not let us in the country. We failed the drug test, but the guy let us in anyways because he thought that my responses to the questionaire were witty. We saw Tanya there, who was flying some where really crazy. Possibly Istanbul. I asked her if she would be back before school got out (even though school is already out), so that I could see her again, and she said no. So there was a strange tearful goodbye, during which she stood up. Then sat back in her wheelchair like nothing had happened out of the ordinary. Jeff (who was now firmly Jeff, and not at all Dreyfus) and I were worried about missing our plane at this point, so we headed off to our terminal, and I would not let Jeff stop for food. Our ticket said that our terminal was "Bar" (as opposed to the usual "A" or "B" or "12"), which excited me a bit 'cause I like drinking when I am on planes. When we got there it turned out that it was not a bar, and that I head misread "Bab," which was short for "baby store." It was massive, and the front looked kind of like Barnes and Nobles, with the columns and triangle at the front. At the back of the store was a large opening to let us out onto the runway, where our plane would be. Somehow, we had an hour left before we had to board, so we went to go get food. We ran, 'cause I was still worried. I went to a place that had individual booths, while Jeff went off somewhere else. Inside this booth was a vending machine for fast food. The person before me had left a spicy hot dog and a soda in there, so I grabbed that. The eatery was decorated like a '50s diner. Very clinically white. Then I woke up.
Then I went back to sleep, because it was eight o'clock in the morning.
Dream Three:
I was going to the movies with Amy, Tanya, and the guys from home. I was also in a wheel chair. We were picking out which movie to watch, when Tanya randomly stood up. I told her that I had a dream last night that she could walk, and she told me that I was psychic. She said that she could only do it for a little while, and sat back in her wheelchair. We went and got food. Something happened (I can't remember what), but most of the guys went to the movie without us, leaving Kat, Amy, Tanya, and I (Kat magically appeared). When we went to leave where we were eating, which was like a food court, we rolled out of a door (as Tanya and I were still in wheelchairs) and were suddenly in the desert. There was a large pavillion thingy, which we went to. There were loads of people inside, and half of them were black. I sat next to one girl who had a trillion piercings, and some of them were really cool, but others were so ostentations that they made her face hideous. For example, she had spider bites, only she had one enormous hoop that went through both holes. Kind of like when Kat put the hoop through her nose and lip. Also, she had dice in front of her nose. Large dice. So she looked kind of like pinochio. There were mardi gras beads connecting the dice to her ears. I convinced her that she should take them off, and when we played with them for a bit I mentioned that the beeds coming from the dice looked a lot like a hooka. She said that she knows that some one on campus has a real hooka, and was hoping to see it at some point. I said that it was Amy, who was standing right next to me, who immediately set it up, excited that her fame had spread so far as the desert, which was somehow on campus. The black girl that I was talking to continued removing her piercings, and also a strange hat that she had been wearing, and was in fact quite beautiful once she got the crap off of her face. Amy started choking, and said that she got too much coal in her mouth starting the hooka. She was off to vomit. But before she went she took a mini pack of pads out of the front of her underwear and handed them to the hot girl, who was like "What the deuce?" I was also like "What the deuce?"
Then I woke up again, because people were talking.
I was talking in my sleep, and apparantly I also had a dream about gay monkies, which I do not remember.