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So, I just found some pages out of my old dream notebook and they are so cool! I should really start recording my dreams again, but I doubt I could keep it up. I sort of gave up after about two weeks last time, but I had some interesting dreams in those two weeks… well, some aren’t that interesting. They seem to involve Mrs. Monserud and Courtney Richenbacher a lot of the time… weird. Anyway, here’s one of them, and it’s really long.
4-19-03
We were riding in some sort of car, zooming along very quickly on a curving track, headed for our destination, which was a giant, out-door auditorium. Someone (I think it was Mrs. Monserud, but it seemed like Anna Gingerich) was talking about all the times they had gotten married there, and how their mother was getting tired of sitting in the same spot. When we got there I found a seat next to Shannon Hammer in the comfy movie-theatre seats. We were to watch a presentation on Herbert Hoover. The “theatre” was a bit flashier than normal-where the altar might have been if it were a wedding, there was a big-screen TV, a larger-than-life bronze stature of Herbert Hoover with a big red button on its side, and a small geyser that would actively spurt lava for no reason when the presentation began. Shannon bravely went to the front when things were settled, and pressed down hard on the button.
Immediately, the video started, and the lava began to bubble. We watched the show, and when it was done, before anyone could stop her, Shannon went right down into the midst of raining lava, pushed the button, and wheeled in another, smaller TV with more on Herbert Hoover. We were all sort of tired of it by then, though, so Mrs. Monserud got up, and made a speech about all the students she had taught. She went from Matt Gatens to Merit Bickner, and then showed a video of some girl giving a speech in front of Shimek. I don’t remember what it was about, but it was quite good. So good, in fact, that it won the girl a $1000 prize. Then she showed me. I remembered that day, when I had stood in front of Shimek reading my speech. I had spoken very quietly. No one could hear me on the video. Mrs. Monserud just stood there smiling. “Oh well,” she said. “Let’s just give her $1000 anyway.” And she threw me $1000.
Then the dream changed, and I was home, in the kitchen, at our I-Mac. It was just like Sophie’s. Someone kept IMing me because I kept hearing that little “bleoop!” sound. I noticed something kept dripping on this big sponge, that was on the stove for some reason. Then I decided our rats needed a bath, so I told my mom I was going to bathe them in the bathroom sink. I took them out of their cage and brought them into the bathroom. I set them down on the blue rug & left the door open while I was getting ready. Then I realized the rats could easily run out past me if I had the door open. They realized it the same instant, and zoomed out, across the hall into mom and dad’s room. I grappled for the light, and spotted them in the closet. I dove and managed to grab Josie, but Paisley shot in the other direction. I chased her through the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally my room, where I put them back in their cage and cleaned massive amounts of gross reddish sleep gunk from Paisley’s eyes. When I went back into the kitchen the computer was still beeping at me and the sponge was on fire!
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” I screamed. It seemed to take my parents a long time to get to the kitchen, even though they were in the next room. They just shrugged off the fire, and let it burn out, while I watched, still horrorstruck. Then I walked to Anna’s house, because she had moved again, this time to behind Shimek. It was very snowy when I got there, and Sophie was there too. We walked the path behind the prairie, but the snow was so thick & powdery we couldn’t see. When we got to the top, it was an easier club through the quiet, snowy woods. There we saw a big, black bison and decided we’d better turn back. We went back through the woods, and snowboarded down the prairie trail, squinting our ways as best we could.
When we got back, we had hot cocoa. Anna was mad at her dad (who was actually Sophie’s dad) for putting her pink wind coat, which she had been drying over their floor heater in a room that didn’t seem to have a use, in the trashcan. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking a little confused. “I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.”
“Well, it’ll never dry now!” she yelled, and stormed off. It wasn’t snowy anymore. I looked out their window and saw the back of a house I live near. “Wow!” I said. “I didn’t realize I was this close!” I thought it was so neat I would be able to go to Anna’s house without walking all the way to Shimek. I would just have to cut through a few people’s back yards… I looked back out the window and spotted my house. But it wasn’t my house. It was yellow. Or pink. My grandma’s face appeared in the window. I jumped and hid from her. I was angry at my family for going to my grandparents’ house without telling me. I wouldn’t be able to make the 4-hour trek there and back before my Easter party. I glanced at the clock. Then I realized I wouldn’t be able to see my grandparents’ house in Madison from behind Shimek. I sighed in relief. It had to be my house-my parents had probably just invited Grandma & Grampa over for the weekend. I wondered how my Easter party could go with them there. Oh well, we would just have to stay outside.
The dream switched gears again, but only a little. Suddenly we were in Anna’s new basement, and Molly Noesan had come over to tutor us on building little wood catapults. Cam (I’m not sure of his last name) from school was there, helping her because she didn’t know what she was doing, and we were sort of the Simpson family. I kept looking at the clock. Then I woke up.
So basically I learned that I used to be really good at remembering rediculously long dreams, and that in 7th grade I was already using pretentious British spellings like "theatre". Sweet.
4-19-03
We were riding in some sort of car, zooming along very quickly on a curving track, headed for our destination, which was a giant, out-door auditorium. Someone (I think it was Mrs. Monserud, but it seemed like Anna Gingerich) was talking about all the times they had gotten married there, and how their mother was getting tired of sitting in the same spot. When we got there I found a seat next to Shannon Hammer in the comfy movie-theatre seats. We were to watch a presentation on Herbert Hoover. The “theatre” was a bit flashier than normal-where the altar might have been if it were a wedding, there was a big-screen TV, a larger-than-life bronze stature of Herbert Hoover with a big red button on its side, and a small geyser that would actively spurt lava for no reason when the presentation began. Shannon bravely went to the front when things were settled, and pressed down hard on the button.
Immediately, the video started, and the lava began to bubble. We watched the show, and when it was done, before anyone could stop her, Shannon went right down into the midst of raining lava, pushed the button, and wheeled in another, smaller TV with more on Herbert Hoover. We were all sort of tired of it by then, though, so Mrs. Monserud got up, and made a speech about all the students she had taught. She went from Matt Gatens to Merit Bickner, and then showed a video of some girl giving a speech in front of Shimek. I don’t remember what it was about, but it was quite good. So good, in fact, that it won the girl a $1000 prize. Then she showed me. I remembered that day, when I had stood in front of Shimek reading my speech. I had spoken very quietly. No one could hear me on the video. Mrs. Monserud just stood there smiling. “Oh well,” she said. “Let’s just give her $1000 anyway.” And she threw me $1000.
Then the dream changed, and I was home, in the kitchen, at our I-Mac. It was just like Sophie’s. Someone kept IMing me because I kept hearing that little “bleoop!” sound. I noticed something kept dripping on this big sponge, that was on the stove for some reason. Then I decided our rats needed a bath, so I told my mom I was going to bathe them in the bathroom sink. I took them out of their cage and brought them into the bathroom. I set them down on the blue rug & left the door open while I was getting ready. Then I realized the rats could easily run out past me if I had the door open. They realized it the same instant, and zoomed out, across the hall into mom and dad’s room. I grappled for the light, and spotted them in the closet. I dove and managed to grab Josie, but Paisley shot in the other direction. I chased her through the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally my room, where I put them back in their cage and cleaned massive amounts of gross reddish sleep gunk from Paisley’s eyes. When I went back into the kitchen the computer was still beeping at me and the sponge was on fire!
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” I screamed. It seemed to take my parents a long time to get to the kitchen, even though they were in the next room. They just shrugged off the fire, and let it burn out, while I watched, still horrorstruck. Then I walked to Anna’s house, because she had moved again, this time to behind Shimek. It was very snowy when I got there, and Sophie was there too. We walked the path behind the prairie, but the snow was so thick & powdery we couldn’t see. When we got to the top, it was an easier club through the quiet, snowy woods. There we saw a big, black bison and decided we’d better turn back. We went back through the woods, and snowboarded down the prairie trail, squinting our ways as best we could.
When we got back, we had hot cocoa. Anna was mad at her dad (who was actually Sophie’s dad) for putting her pink wind coat, which she had been drying over their floor heater in a room that didn’t seem to have a use, in the trashcan. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking a little confused. “I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.”
“Well, it’ll never dry now!” she yelled, and stormed off. It wasn’t snowy anymore. I looked out their window and saw the back of a house I live near. “Wow!” I said. “I didn’t realize I was this close!” I thought it was so neat I would be able to go to Anna’s house without walking all the way to Shimek. I would just have to cut through a few people’s back yards… I looked back out the window and spotted my house. But it wasn’t my house. It was yellow. Or pink. My grandma’s face appeared in the window. I jumped and hid from her. I was angry at my family for going to my grandparents’ house without telling me. I wouldn’t be able to make the 4-hour trek there and back before my Easter party. I glanced at the clock. Then I realized I wouldn’t be able to see my grandparents’ house in Madison from behind Shimek. I sighed in relief. It had to be my house-my parents had probably just invited Grandma & Grampa over for the weekend. I wondered how my Easter party could go with them there. Oh well, we would just have to stay outside.
The dream switched gears again, but only a little. Suddenly we were in Anna’s new basement, and Molly Noesan had come over to tutor us on building little wood catapults. Cam (I’m not sure of his last name) from school was there, helping her because she didn’t know what she was doing, and we were sort of the Simpson family. I kept looking at the clock. Then I woke up.
So basically I learned that I used to be really good at remembering rediculously long dreams, and that in 7th grade I was already using pretentious British spellings like "theatre". Sweet.