Dreaming adventure
Sixteen hours later, here I am!
I think I just had the longest sleep of my life or something. Yesterday I went to the Renaissance Faire with Mikey, and I got dehydrated. I ate cereal with soy milk in the morning, and didn't have anything to drink. My costume was kind of elaborate and at this faire they only have horrid portable potties, so I determined life would be easier if I didn't have to go to the bathroom while I was there. I knew that it was a rather unwise choice to make, but I deliberately didn't drink anything until the faire was almost over so I could avoid having to use the toilet.
I'll give you more details of the faire later, but I want to focus on the very weird dream I just had. See, I started feeling pretty dehydrated at the end there and Mikey got me a flavored water, and then when we went to a restaurant afterwards I drank water along with some soda, but I was already feeling really gross and I had a bad headache. We went grocery shopping, and after that I drank more water and sort of feverishly threw my groceries in the fridge and fell into bed. I guess it was about six o'clock?
I woke up at about three in the morning. I felt much better but I wanted to get more sleep, so I lay around for about an hour and I guess I crashed again at four. It was during this second leg of sleep that I had a super-insane dream. Reading other people's dreams isn't usually all that interesting, so I'll understand if you don't wanna read it, but I assure you it's kind of a different sort of dream.
Basically, somehow I had been chosen to be Jesus. I am not sure why my brain made this association, because there was never any interaction with God telling me I was Jesus, and I didn't have to do anything really remotely Jesus-like in the dream. But what I did have to do was move away from my current life and end up in some other city where I was supposed to start a new life. Some of my current friends were also in that city for some reason. I was still myself in most ways, except that when I felt like getting away, I could go to a little alcove in the clouds, which was sort of my own personal heaven.
For being a heaven, it wasn't very nice. It was a dark slummy little bunk where I had a few books and stuff to eat, and what's also kind of hilarious about it is that it must have actually been in the sky because when I went there I had trouble breathing because of the thin air, like you really do if you go up really high.
For the time being, I was living with strangers. A whole clan of them--maybe five or six people in a sort of crumbly two-story house. We had a commune-like atmosphere and one older man was sort of the "daddy" of the house. One of the people who lived in the house went by the name Heather, but she was secretly Tori Amos. (Um.) She worked as a research assistant somewhere else. And one of the unnamed house members was some guy who worked at a bookstore. Since arriving in town, I had been looking for a job, so one day I went with the bookstore worker to his job, and found it to be a lot of fun. It was a used book shop, and six or seven people worked there and they didn't have much business so either they'd be doing an organizing project or they'd sit around and read the books.
For some reason the owner of the shop decided to hire me. He laughed when I asked about the dress code, because we just were supposed to wear whatever we wanted. I forgot to ask how much it would pay. :/ After I got this good news, I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner at a restaurant, and I was on my way to it when I got a phone call from my friend Mike.
This is where it gets a little strange, because when I think about these events they don't actually make sense whatsoever. But anyway, Mike called me and said he wanted to fake his own suicide. In order to do so, he wanted to use my bicycle. Weirdly, though, the way this was arranged in my dream was that "faking" his suicide WOULD actually lead to him being dead, and that was what he wanted. I wasn't sure why. But I did know that if I cooperated with this, I would be part of the crime. So I granted him permission to use my bike, and then I called the cops to report what he was doing.
A while later when we got to the restaurant, my friend Mike was lying in the parking lot with my bike on top of him. I'm not sure what that was supposed to be--that he had been hit by a bike? What? But anyway, that was how he was expecting to be found, and somehow my mom appeared and took the bike off of him and she was hysterical about it. About that time the cops showed up and I felt very bad for him because he was just trying to kill himself but what he was going to get was jail time. He didn't seem to understand what was going on at all, but when the police were taking him away I gave him a hug and told him goodbye. He was very sweaty, I remember that. :/
So. Back at the house we were all hanging out and Heather-who-was-really-Tori was telling us how frustrated she was about her job, because she couldn't help someone research what they wanted and never was able to solve the problem. I teased her by saying I thought Tori could do anything, and she was like "I know, I couldn't use my Tori powers!" She said it jokingly but you could tell she was upset, and then she cried a single tear, like in Eragon. She wiped it off but her makeup was running. And then it turned out my friend Mike was there. (I didn't know why in the dream either. Wasn't he supposed to be in jail for pretending to kill himself?) But he was lying on the couch with his feet in Tori's lap, and after she finished wiping her tear away, he put his feet on her boobs instead. She didn't seem to mind, and laughed.
Then I told the group my good news about getting a job. My friend Jeaux was there, but even though I knew it was Jeaux he looked completely different. (I know that happens a lot in dreams, though.) He was much shorter than he really is, and had dark black hair and different glasses. When I announced that I was going to be working at the same bookstore as one of the housemates, he got visibly upset because he was jealous that I got to work in a bookstore. (In real life we're both ex-bookstore employees, and he actually misses it quite a lot while I really don't. Except for the books themselves and the employee discount.) The Jeaux-character in the dream sort of jokingly ranted about how I get everything good, "Because you're the queen!" Okay, I'm the queen. What was also funny about that conversation was that Jeaux's hair in the dream responded to his emotions like a cartoon character. It pricked up when he got angry. Heh.
I went to the bookstore the next day and was torn between whether to do real work or just read. I didn't really know what work to do anyway, so I got out the book Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. That makes me laugh because I've read that book and wouldn't want to read it again really. I didn't really even get to start the book, though, because I got busy with something else. Don't remember what.
Toward the end of the dream I for some reason decided to try to show Mike my alcove in the sky. At first I was jokingly making him climb things with me getting higher and higher. We were sort of climbing buildings, but it was more like a video game--you could only get to this building by jumping on that very small brick in the middle of nowhere; you had to swing from pipes and wires to get to the next set of pipes and wires--that kind of thing. He trusted me for some reason but was having a very hard time with the climbing. Finally when we got to a high point that didn't seem to have any other way to ascend, I just grabbed him by his jacket's collar and launched up into the air until we were there.
Oddly enough, when I got there he was with me for a few minutes but disappeared after a while--more like he faded from being there but I didn't really notice. He was there for long enough to comment on how thin the air was. But when I was flying back to Earth, I met two other people who were flying the opposite way. The first one was some blonde girl who poked me angrily in the chest as she flew past. I was kind of concerned about that because I didn't know there were other people who were Jesus and I thought I might have to fight her someday. (I don't remember anything except seeing the other flying person. I also don't know why I assumed we were all Jesus.)
There was probably more but I don't remember anything else now. :(
I think I just had the longest sleep of my life or something. Yesterday I went to the Renaissance Faire with Mikey, and I got dehydrated. I ate cereal with soy milk in the morning, and didn't have anything to drink. My costume was kind of elaborate and at this faire they only have horrid portable potties, so I determined life would be easier if I didn't have to go to the bathroom while I was there. I knew that it was a rather unwise choice to make, but I deliberately didn't drink anything until the faire was almost over so I could avoid having to use the toilet.
I'll give you more details of the faire later, but I want to focus on the very weird dream I just had. See, I started feeling pretty dehydrated at the end there and Mikey got me a flavored water, and then when we went to a restaurant afterwards I drank water along with some soda, but I was already feeling really gross and I had a bad headache. We went grocery shopping, and after that I drank more water and sort of feverishly threw my groceries in the fridge and fell into bed. I guess it was about six o'clock?
I woke up at about three in the morning. I felt much better but I wanted to get more sleep, so I lay around for about an hour and I guess I crashed again at four. It was during this second leg of sleep that I had a super-insane dream. Reading other people's dreams isn't usually all that interesting, so I'll understand if you don't wanna read it, but I assure you it's kind of a different sort of dream.
Basically, somehow I had been chosen to be Jesus. I am not sure why my brain made this association, because there was never any interaction with God telling me I was Jesus, and I didn't have to do anything really remotely Jesus-like in the dream. But what I did have to do was move away from my current life and end up in some other city where I was supposed to start a new life. Some of my current friends were also in that city for some reason. I was still myself in most ways, except that when I felt like getting away, I could go to a little alcove in the clouds, which was sort of my own personal heaven.
For being a heaven, it wasn't very nice. It was a dark slummy little bunk where I had a few books and stuff to eat, and what's also kind of hilarious about it is that it must have actually been in the sky because when I went there I had trouble breathing because of the thin air, like you really do if you go up really high.
For the time being, I was living with strangers. A whole clan of them--maybe five or six people in a sort of crumbly two-story house. We had a commune-like atmosphere and one older man was sort of the "daddy" of the house. One of the people who lived in the house went by the name Heather, but she was secretly Tori Amos. (Um.) She worked as a research assistant somewhere else. And one of the unnamed house members was some guy who worked at a bookstore. Since arriving in town, I had been looking for a job, so one day I went with the bookstore worker to his job, and found it to be a lot of fun. It was a used book shop, and six or seven people worked there and they didn't have much business so either they'd be doing an organizing project or they'd sit around and read the books.
For some reason the owner of the shop decided to hire me. He laughed when I asked about the dress code, because we just were supposed to wear whatever we wanted. I forgot to ask how much it would pay. :/ After I got this good news, I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner at a restaurant, and I was on my way to it when I got a phone call from my friend Mike.
This is where it gets a little strange, because when I think about these events they don't actually make sense whatsoever. But anyway, Mike called me and said he wanted to fake his own suicide. In order to do so, he wanted to use my bicycle. Weirdly, though, the way this was arranged in my dream was that "faking" his suicide WOULD actually lead to him being dead, and that was what he wanted. I wasn't sure why. But I did know that if I cooperated with this, I would be part of the crime. So I granted him permission to use my bike, and then I called the cops to report what he was doing.
A while later when we got to the restaurant, my friend Mike was lying in the parking lot with my bike on top of him. I'm not sure what that was supposed to be--that he had been hit by a bike? What? But anyway, that was how he was expecting to be found, and somehow my mom appeared and took the bike off of him and she was hysterical about it. About that time the cops showed up and I felt very bad for him because he was just trying to kill himself but what he was going to get was jail time. He didn't seem to understand what was going on at all, but when the police were taking him away I gave him a hug and told him goodbye. He was very sweaty, I remember that. :/
So. Back at the house we were all hanging out and Heather-who-was-really-Tori was telling us how frustrated she was about her job, because she couldn't help someone research what they wanted and never was able to solve the problem. I teased her by saying I thought Tori could do anything, and she was like "I know, I couldn't use my Tori powers!" She said it jokingly but you could tell she was upset, and then she cried a single tear, like in Eragon. She wiped it off but her makeup was running. And then it turned out my friend Mike was there. (I didn't know why in the dream either. Wasn't he supposed to be in jail for pretending to kill himself?) But he was lying on the couch with his feet in Tori's lap, and after she finished wiping her tear away, he put his feet on her boobs instead. She didn't seem to mind, and laughed.
Then I told the group my good news about getting a job. My friend Jeaux was there, but even though I knew it was Jeaux he looked completely different. (I know that happens a lot in dreams, though.) He was much shorter than he really is, and had dark black hair and different glasses. When I announced that I was going to be working at the same bookstore as one of the housemates, he got visibly upset because he was jealous that I got to work in a bookstore. (In real life we're both ex-bookstore employees, and he actually misses it quite a lot while I really don't. Except for the books themselves and the employee discount.) The Jeaux-character in the dream sort of jokingly ranted about how I get everything good, "Because you're the queen!" Okay, I'm the queen. What was also funny about that conversation was that Jeaux's hair in the dream responded to his emotions like a cartoon character. It pricked up when he got angry. Heh.
I went to the bookstore the next day and was torn between whether to do real work or just read. I didn't really know what work to do anyway, so I got out the book Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. That makes me laugh because I've read that book and wouldn't want to read it again really. I didn't really even get to start the book, though, because I got busy with something else. Don't remember what.
Toward the end of the dream I for some reason decided to try to show Mike my alcove in the sky. At first I was jokingly making him climb things with me getting higher and higher. We were sort of climbing buildings, but it was more like a video game--you could only get to this building by jumping on that very small brick in the middle of nowhere; you had to swing from pipes and wires to get to the next set of pipes and wires--that kind of thing. He trusted me for some reason but was having a very hard time with the climbing. Finally when we got to a high point that didn't seem to have any other way to ascend, I just grabbed him by his jacket's collar and launched up into the air until we were there.
Oddly enough, when I got there he was with me for a few minutes but disappeared after a while--more like he faded from being there but I didn't really notice. He was there for long enough to comment on how thin the air was. But when I was flying back to Earth, I met two other people who were flying the opposite way. The first one was some blonde girl who poked me angrily in the chest as she flew past. I was kind of concerned about that because I didn't know there were other people who were Jesus and I thought I might have to fight her someday. (I don't remember anything except seeing the other flying person. I also don't know why I assumed we were all Jesus.)
There was probably more but I don't remember anything else now. :(