Strangers on a Plane

Redneckhunter and I were running to catch a plane - only the terminal was more like a subway station, and to get to the plane, we ran down an escalator to a train platform where the plane was waiting. The conductor/airline steward yelled at me for running, but as soon as we stepped on the train/plane started moving.

I grabbed a seat that was sideways and elevated a few steps up. There was a girl cooking in the middle of the plane. She was willing to share her food, but I and the others were wary of sharing a stranger's food. She had a Russian accent, and kept offering the food. She had some tomatoes, but she kept calling them berries. I noticed that there were also vending machines, so at least I knew that I could buy something if I got hungry.

I was sitting next to a blond teenage guy with an Amish bowl haircut, and I was wearing a down coat and gloves. The kid said to me, I wondered if you might want to go out with me when we get back home. I said, you live in New York? And he said, well, not really... I knew he couldn't see my wedding ring, so I said, well, sorry, I'm taken.

The 1000yregg came up - but it was 1000yregg before his 50-pound weight loss. Naturally, his concern was where we should eat once we got home.

Snow White and sand pancakes

I had a full-on Snow White and the Seven Dwarves dream. I was Snow White, the dwarves looked like the Disney dwarves, and they were singing the song, only instead of "Whistle While You Work," they were singing "Listen While You Work."

Then we all sat around a very short round table in little chairs and ate sand pancakes. In typical Disney fashion, even though they were absolutely disgusting, we were all very cheery and smiley while eating them.

I couldn't let go.

I was with redneckhunter coming into to our entryway, and I was eating 1/2 of a very large peach. He started peeing and splashed me with pee. I got mad and tried protecting my peach, which only seemed to spur him to splash me more. There was pee spraying everywhere, it was like running under a garden sprinkler, I was completely soaked.

Then, we were in my parents' basement, packing for a trip. We were going somewhere with friends of ours - another couple. Everyone else was packed, they were just waiting for me. I was spending a lot of time packing my carry-on bag - books, mp3 player, headphones, etc. Then it occurred to me, I hadn't actually packed any clothes yet.

I'm regressing...

Last night I was in high school. I can't remember exactly why but I was having a hard time at school, though I was close with one of my teachers - played in the dream by a guy I'm acquainted with who works for my college alumni magazine.

So I came home to find my next door neighbor's house and my house completely painted white. And both houses were adding extensions. In my parents house we were adding on so much more that we were going to take on boarders, so I suggested having my teacher stay with us. There was one point when we were hanging out on a brand new wrap-around porch, and my teacher just gave me a very chaste kiss on the lips. I was a little worried that my parents had seen it.

Geek Olympics & Being a Homebody

I was in an enormous lecture hall, sitting in the front row of a very high balcony - it was so high, and the rows were so steep and narrow, I was a little afraid of falling. It was the college math/science Olympiad, only they were parading the competitors on stage and introducing them to cheering crowds as if it were a sporting competition, though in reality, people were cheering but also laughing a little at the massive geekiness. One of the announcers introduced everyone in Chinese, even the non-Chinese competitors, he would read their bio out in Chinese.

Later in the evening, I dreamed I was living at home in Newark, Delaware, with my mom and dad. I wasn't married, and my parents kept getting on my case to go out more. They told me I needed to go out to the bars and meet people, and I just complained that I didn't want to. Instead I got on my computer to check my e-mail. Almost all of it was spam. Instead of being able to delete it message by message, I had to highlight the entire body of each message and cut it that way. A lot of the messages were for vacations and travel and were long and full of text and pictures.

Film within a film within a film

OK, this one is a bit hard to explain...

There was a film being made. Some family friends were there. Quentin Tarantino was somehow involved. At one point, we were supposed to look into an iris and QT had created some illusion with cameras and mirrors and we saw a small image of a quite violent and shocking scene - real yet unreal. Something about it made me think of peepshows and snuff films. It was very fast, abstract, and ended with a man getting completely sliced open. On a second viewing some of the illusion was broken and the scene became recognizable as hybrid scenes from his previous films. Then my friend tried to film it on his Flip camera - which made me think of all the layers of QT's films within a film superimposed on a reality that was itself being filmed.

Later on, I was with the same family friends (two brothers), and there was some intrigue, danger. I can't explain it, it involved secret marriages, espionage.

Mike Skinner with monsters and assorted tedium

I dreamed that redneckhunter and I lived in my parents house, the house I grew up in, which we rented from our current landlord (a very lax and lazy landlord). He, in fact, rented out all the houses on the street, and so we were stuck with the most obnoxious trashiest neighbors. As I articulated in the dream to redneckhunter, the problem is that he rents to anyone - he never did a credit check, background check of any sort on any of our neighbors. I also said to him that it was to the point where I was afraid of driving in our own neighborhood because I was afraid of everyone drunk driving.

Next part of the dream, I was in a house with Mike Skinner of the Streets and his entourage, only instead of sidekick/manager Ted Mayhem, his main #2 was a fatter bigger version of Skinner himself. We were all working on a combination concert movie/horror movie -- a pseudo-documentary of the band on tour ... with zombies.

Urban to Suburban

I was with someone who was bringing me to their apartment. I think it was a gang girl (a bit like Snoop from The Wire), but maybe it could have been a Ghost Dog type of guy.)

Anyway, the place was in the midst of an industrial urban wasteland - nothing but abandoned factories and empty lots all around. We went into a run-down building, up a dark flight of stairs, to what I realized was the front door, which looked only like a large sheet of rusted steel. She/he put some kind of key into a barely discernible hole and into the "apartment" we went. Up another flight of dark stairs and into a minimally furnished but pretty unexpectedly nice place, which opened onto the rooftop of the building. I could tell the person really didn't want to be found, so I asked them whether they were ever worried about being spotted on the roof, by police helicopters and such.

The second part of the night, I was in Princeton in the early 1960s, riding in the back of a car driving down Washington Road, kissing Don Draper from Mad Men.

Music as Language

Wish I remembered more of this dream, because the first part involved some mild making out with Tom Waits (sigh...)

Later on, I'm with my writer friend Gabe and my brother, on a platform. There are crowds of people all around and below us, like it's some kind of urban festival. The city itself is futuristic, and there's instrumental music playing. We speculate that the music is the language of aliens (we all seem to take it for granted that there are aliens among us) - the music is kind of "Close Encounters-ish." When Gabe leaves the table, my brother asks me if he's gay.

Road Tripping and Garage Door Smashing

I am at my childhood home, but I am my current age.  I am with a bunch of other adults, including the cute lady about my age who lives in my current building.  There are about 12 of us, and we are dividing up between cars.  I am in the driver's seat of one of of the cars, and my neighbor is sitting in the passenger front seat.  A bunch of other people are crowded in the back, and we're parked in the court out front of my house, waiting for the other car to get packed up.  The car is a station wagon or something similar, not a car I currently own.

Next, for some reason, I drive around block while we're waiting.  I'm not driving that fast, but for some reason the car is careening around as I take turns and weave between the cars parked on the sides of the road.  As the car turns, bodies are tumbling to left and right, pressing into the people seated besides them.  This causes me some amount of dream shame for some reason.

Cosa Nostra and Kosher Nostra

I was watching TV with 1000yregg and redneckhunter and stopped on a mob movie with Robert DeNiro, Joe Pesci, the usual suspects. It looked like Casino, but wasn't. Then suddenly I was in the movie, at a meeting. Ving Rhames was there too. Ving and I were trying to work our way out of the mob, so I was filling out a form into which I wrote "Next step: De-escalation." And I thought, wow organized crime is nothing like you see in movies, it's just like corporate America. Our Don was celebrating, though, the birth of his son.

So next scene, I am Elaine from Seinfeld, and I'm walking through a set of double wooden doors, then another set, and then another, and just as I'm wondering how many vestibules this entrance has, I come to the lobby. I'm carrying a bottle of liquor that's only 1/4 full. There's a kid greeting people, and he says something about the little amount of booze I brought, but says, "that's ok, they're all pretty drunk already."

Joker

I think I may have blocked most of this out because it had to do with my controlling ex-boyfriend Ben. He wasn't there, but I had these ugly hairpieces that he wanted me to wear - like a 1960s pouf on top with long pieces down the back like a mullet. They were damaged so I took them into the shower with me to wash them - they had the texture of real hair that had been burnt. When I came out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and I had dripping clown makeup on - like Heath Ledger Joker. My eyes were all ringed in red, a big ugly red mouth, and white makeup, but all dripping down from being in the shower.

Map of Princeton

Don't remember much of last night's dream, but it did involve drawing a map of Princeton for a lost parent. It was quite a detailed map - I remember even drawing a little Nassau Hall, spire and all. Though the guy argued with me that he couldn't find a building that looked like that anywhere on campus. I was like, c'mon...

Oh, and there were Chinese students in the dream too, on Poe Field.

Food and Fetishwear

The dream started out with me walking on Princeton campus near the football stadium. Nick was busy, so I was trying to figure out dinner by myself, and was headed in the direction of north Nassau Street. So I made it up to Nassau Street, only this is a Nassau that only exists in my dream world. I'm pretty sure I've dreamed it before (though it could be deja vu). It's almost like Nassau, but with businesses that don't really exist. I walked past a dream-world health food deli, and decided to go into a sit-down restaurant that I had not been to. I thought to myself, I don't think I've ever eaten at a real sit-down restaurant with waiters by myself, so I should do it. I had a book in hand, so I had something to occupy me. As I perused the menu posted on the sidewalk, I ran into someone I knew (who was not in reality anyone I know). He was young (maybe one of Nick's rowers?) and looked like a young, less ugly, Peter Lorre (so probably a coxswain instead). Heading inside, and looking forward to dining alone, I was annoyed that Peter-Lorre-look-alike followed me in and sat at my table.

Terrorist and Trinkets

Last night, I dreamed I was in a house with many other women, and I had a baby. Somehow, a man threatening us with a nuclear device got all of us women to lie down on rows of mats, and prepare to meet this nuclear blast that would kill us all. I held the baby as I lay on my mat.

Of course, he was full of shit, and we lay there a while as nothing happened, until someone realized that he had just left the house and run away. So we all got up and went outside. The house was not a house I had ever lived in. It looked like the typical southern California housing developments that you always see in movies (like on Weeds). Some of the neighbors starting coming out, and one of our neighbors was my high school boyfriend John. Only he seemed a little on the slow side.

Haunted House and Holding Hands

Saturday night we went to a haunted house, and part of the house was "Rampage" - a war-theme "Please do not run. Do not panic. Please disregard the storms of bullets, the stench of burning flesh, and the screeches of carnivorous mutants suffering from frenzied bloodlust. Prepare for battle. Prepare for madness. Prepare for RAMPAGE"

This is the dream I had that night:

I was in a haunted house with redneckhunter, and I decided, wouldn't it be fun to try to scare the actors instead? So I started doing it, and got into an altercation with one ghoul, a man. Somewhere in the melee, I lost redneckhunter, and met up with Ziggy from "The Wire"/Ray Person from "Generation Kill" - actually 2 of them - twins. I ended up leaving the haunted house with Ziggy, holding hands. Seeing redneckhunter outside, I wondered if he would be upset by the hand-holding. Then I woke up.

Having to Go to the Bathroom

Don't know about other people, but when I dream about having to go to the bathroom, it's because I have to go to the bathroom in real life.

For most of my life, these dreams took a predictable form. The need to pee would become the most important concern in the dream, but invariably, all I'd be able to find would be the world's dirtiest bathroom (Trainspotting style). But then on top of that, the door won't close, or there are no doors period and tons of people (including men) around, or the toilet is up on some kind of platform that I have to climb up, or I have to stand on a platform and aim and pee down into a toilet from far above. And I'd try to go, but not be able to release, and then I'd wake up.

I always used to think, if I ever did actually go in my dream, that maybe I was wetting the bed. Well, recently, the dream goes exactly the same way, but I do actually start peeing in the dream. The last one a couple days ago involved aiming for a little bowl from a high platform under the watchful eye of a mean old Chinese cleaning lady. I did start peeing, an no, I didn't wet the bed. What happens now is that I can't stop peeing in the dream. So I wake up mid-pee.

Is it age? What's next for me in the world of pee dreams? If I stop peeing in the dream, does it mean I've wet the bed? Is the next milestone total incontinence?

Dreaming about boobs and boxers

In this dream, I start out entering the apartment of an old friend of mine.  Also there is his dreamworld ex-girlfriend (a hot dream woman who he has never, to my knowledge, actually dated).

Car chase and house-boat

I don't remember how this dream starts.  The first thing I remember is that I am driving down a road that is mostly straight, but is going up and down hills.  It isn't an interstate because it has lights and traffic, but it's not a local road either.  It's like a major state road, but there are no businesses on the side, just a grass median and white pavement.