Apparently it's Really Random Dream Week
Maybe this is "have really random dreams with really random people" week, I don't know. All I know is that I had one very bizarre dream last night. We were all at a beach house for the summer and I mean everyone. There were just people everywhere all the time. The beach house, though, I'm pretty sure was on Lake Michigan so it's not like I really went anywhere exotic for the summer. So, besides just seeing tons of people all over the place the first thing I really remember is walking to go back into the "house" or whatever it was when Michael Phelps (the Olympic swimmer) is going out to train in the lake and everyone is just going all crazy and excited to watch him. I have an "eh" attitude and continue on into the house. I hear that they want to hold some sort of race with someone competing against Michael and everyone is discussing who is going to do it and the next thing I know Michelle Trachtenberg (of Harriet the Spy fame) is yelling out my name. I turn in complete shock. Unfortunately, it appeared that Michelle calling out my name was like being picked for the TriWizard Tournament: once my name has been called I'm committed to it and have no way of backing out. I go, talk to a few people (one of whom I believe was David Beckham) and then head back to the house to get ready. In my head, the whole time I'm just thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing is. Any race between me and Michael Phelps is going to be a complete slaughter (with him doing the killing) especially since there is swimming involved. I walk outside to see Michael sitting on the deck thing, jump up and get right into the water. Apparently we're doing some sort of water triathlon thing. The first even is biking in the water. It was all set up on a raft and I wouldn't ask too many questions about how this would work since it was a dream. I get all the way out on the dock and go up to Michelle and ask her why in the world she called out my name. She replies with, "Well, we needed a theology major and you were the first one that came to mind." I reply with a, "You don't know any fitter or more athletic theology majors then me?!?!" Michelle just kind of shrugged.
It is at this point that my dream completely switched gears (probably because I knew how badly I was going to lose) and it puts me back in the beach house. The only thing is, now the house is almost like a workplace along with where we live. It's all very odd. I'm walking through the house as if it's the end of the work day to hang up my towel or work coat or something. The odd thing about all of this is the fact that Christian Bale lives in part of this house. It's completely normal for him to be there and all, but it's not like we're friends with him. We see him, but he's still totally out of our reach. The only reason I am able to get in with him is because my Grandma got sick around him and he took her in and is letting her stay with him. By the end of my dream my Grandmas is actually living with him because she likes it there. So, I visit his place so I can see my Grandma. It's a little later on that I realize Christian takes in a lot of people who are sick and not doing well. I go into this room where this girl is living and I realize that she's someone I went to high school with, but she was a year older. At this point, I kind of realize that this girl is going to die and she's living out her last days at Christian's place. Cut to another day (I've obviously been over there quite a bit because it's not abnormal for me to just walk into the place) and I have to pick up something that I left at Christian's place. I walk in and Christian is sitting on the couch working on something and as I walk by I kind of pat/scratch his knee. It's one of those things you just do to a friend as you go by without really thinking about, but to say "hey." Apparently Christian Bale and I had become close enough to reach that level of comfort. I walk into this room to grab whatever it is that I left and all these girls are sleeping all over the room. The dying girl from high school was having a sleepover. Jean Campbell and Katie Tamarelli were there. I try not to disturb them as I grab my stuff and then peace out.
This is the point where I wake up going, "What in the world was that?!" That dream was just all over the place with themes and what was going on. And then there were the random appearances by a lot of famous people and girls from high school. It's just such a crazy dream that I really have no idea what any of it meant or how I even came to think about half the people. I can figure out David Beckham and Christian Bale because I've recently talked about them. But Michelle Trachtenberg, Michael Phelps and everyone from high school? I think the last time I thought about Michael Phelps was the 2004 Olympics and the girls from high school was probably around the time I left high school. Weird.
It is at this point that my dream completely switched gears (probably because I knew how badly I was going to lose) and it puts me back in the beach house. The only thing is, now the house is almost like a workplace along with where we live. It's all very odd. I'm walking through the house as if it's the end of the work day to hang up my towel or work coat or something. The odd thing about all of this is the fact that Christian Bale lives in part of this house. It's completely normal for him to be there and all, but it's not like we're friends with him. We see him, but he's still totally out of our reach. The only reason I am able to get in with him is because my Grandma got sick around him and he took her in and is letting her stay with him. By the end of my dream my Grandmas is actually living with him because she likes it there. So, I visit his place so I can see my Grandma. It's a little later on that I realize Christian takes in a lot of people who are sick and not doing well. I go into this room where this girl is living and I realize that she's someone I went to high school with, but she was a year older. At this point, I kind of realize that this girl is going to die and she's living out her last days at Christian's place. Cut to another day (I've obviously been over there quite a bit because it's not abnormal for me to just walk into the place) and I have to pick up something that I left at Christian's place. I walk in and Christian is sitting on the couch working on something and as I walk by I kind of pat/scratch his knee. It's one of those things you just do to a friend as you go by without really thinking about, but to say "hey." Apparently Christian Bale and I had become close enough to reach that level of comfort. I walk into this room to grab whatever it is that I left and all these girls are sleeping all over the room. The dying girl from high school was having a sleepover. Jean Campbell and Katie Tamarelli were there. I try not to disturb them as I grab my stuff and then peace out.
This is the point where I wake up going, "What in the world was that?!" That dream was just all over the place with themes and what was going on. And then there were the random appearances by a lot of famous people and girls from high school. It's just such a crazy dream that I really have no idea what any of it meant or how I even came to think about half the people. I can figure out David Beckham and Christian Bale because I've recently talked about them. But Michelle Trachtenberg, Michael Phelps and everyone from high school? I think the last time I thought about Michael Phelps was the 2004 Olympics and the girls from high school was probably around the time I left high school. Weird.