I'm inside a hotel on a vacation with some friends from my PhD cohort. I overhear someone talking about one of our comprehensive exams. It's tonight!
I panic, I haven't studied at all! We have already made plans to explore the city but I'm debating whether I should stay at the hotel and study. I freak out and ask my friends if they've studied for the exam. One of my friend tells me that she's only studied a couple of days before. I haven't read any of the articles, don't know anything about the topic, and am clueless about the research on the subject. I tell her I can't go, that I won't pass the exam. She calmly tells me that she has the notes and all I have to do is memorize the outline. I tell her I won't be able to do all that within a couple of hours if the exam is tonight.
Next thing I know, I'm in line to go to the bathroom. There's a really long line but I'm at the front. Someone finally gets out of one of the stalls. I lock the door and as I'm about to pee, I realize that the stalls are separated by curtains. I can see the other people next to me. There are small beds in these stalls and the two girls have their bags and clothes hung on the door and go to sleep in the bathroom. This is why the bathroom line is so long! Because these girls are sleeping inside the stall!
I think to myself how smart they are to sleep there so that they don't have to pay for the hotel. I am apparently in Vegas and I know these girls are just taking a nap before going out to the clubs again. I wonder how they can deal with the smell but the Vegas bathrooms are so clean that they're beautiful.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
shooting someone
I'm inside the office where all the PhD students' offices are. There are some shooters running around the building and people have told us to stay inside the office.
My friend Angie and I decide to investigate and want to catch these bad guys. We grab some guns that we find in the office. We peek outside the hallway and don't see anyone. There are lots of cabinets out in the hallway. We sneak behind them, waiting for the bad guys to come through the hallway. I sit down behind one of the cabinets and Angie hides behind one of them further away from me. Two Asian guys walk by as if they're just students roaming the halls.
I know that all students have been told to stay in the office. These two guys must be the shooters. They walk past pretending not to notice me but I see one of them stopping in his tracks because he caught a glimpse of my gun. He reaches for the inside of his jacket. I wonder "Is this a dream? Am I really about to shoot someone right now?" Angie is frozen in place, looking at me with panic. I shoot both of them. But the bullets fly in slow motion and they look like balls of paint just touching them. I shoot a couple more times and they slowly fall to the ground.
There's no blood anywhere. A couple of seconds later, the shooters start talking and start to stand up. I try to shoot them again but nothing's happening to them. Angie looks at her gun and realizes she bought blanks instead of real bullets. We look at each other not knowing what to do.
And then... I wake up.
My friend Angie and I decide to investigate and want to catch these bad guys. We grab some guns that we find in the office. We peek outside the hallway and don't see anyone. There are lots of cabinets out in the hallway. We sneak behind them, waiting for the bad guys to come through the hallway. I sit down behind one of the cabinets and Angie hides behind one of them further away from me. Two Asian guys walk by as if they're just students roaming the halls.
I know that all students have been told to stay in the office. These two guys must be the shooters. They walk past pretending not to notice me but I see one of them stopping in his tracks because he caught a glimpse of my gun. He reaches for the inside of his jacket. I wonder "Is this a dream? Am I really about to shoot someone right now?" Angie is frozen in place, looking at me with panic. I shoot both of them. But the bullets fly in slow motion and they look like balls of paint just touching them. I shoot a couple more times and they slowly fall to the ground.
There's no blood anywhere. A couple of seconds later, the shooters start talking and start to stand up. I try to shoot them again but nothing's happening to them. Angie looks at her gun and realizes she bought blanks instead of real bullets. We look at each other not knowing what to do.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
no camera and volleyball practice
I get out of the car with my friends. We're heading to a concert. Then suddenly, I realize I don't have my camera on me! I have no way of taking pictures!! I start freaking out in my head but act calm with my friends. I tell them that I forgot my camera. It's too late to go back. One of my friends has one and tells me she'll let me upload the pictures to my computer.
We're walking down the center of a path with everyone facing us. This is the path where the concert is going to go through. It's kind of like Disneyland where people are sitting on the side of Main Street before the parade goes through.
We sit down on the aisles and wait for the concert to come through the path.
Suddenly, I'm at my high school gym at a volleyball practice.
All of my old teammates are there and some new people I've never seen before. We're doing a drill and it's been a while since I've done this. The coach blows the whistle and I fall on my behind. He looks at me with a look of resentment. I can tell he's disappointed that I'm a veteran and fell on my butt doing the drill. I feel so embarrassed in front of the new people.
I get to the end of the line to do the drill again. I see a table with yummy pieces of cake for us. I'm really hungry and so is my friend so we split one. They're delicious! I take a bite out of mine and I'm already the next person in the drill. The coach blows the whistle and someone else messed up. We have to start all over again.
And then... I wake up.
We're walking down the center of a path with everyone facing us. This is the path where the concert is going to go through. It's kind of like Disneyland where people are sitting on the side of Main Street before the parade goes through.
Suddenly, I'm at my high school gym at a volleyball practice.
I get to the end of the line to do the drill again. I see a table with yummy pieces of cake for us. I'm really hungry and so is my friend so we split one. They're delicious! I take a bite out of mine and I'm already the next person in the drill. The coach blows the whistle and someone else messed up. We have to start all over again.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
unprepared
I'm at the mall with some of my friends from my PhD cohort. When I look in my bag pack, something triggers in me that makes me realize I have to do a presentation.
Lia and I have to do a 50 minute lecture on something and I'm completely unprepared. We enter a store and it turns into a classroom. My entire cohort is sitting down and Lia and I are at the front.
I didn't read the chapter I was supposed to present on, I didn't make a Powerpoint presentation, and I don't have any notes on me. I'm stressing out and getting worried. I see that Lia has her notes in her hands. I whisper to her that I haven't read or done anything! She tells me she has 2 slides on her powerpoint so we could go off that. I look over at my professor and she patiently waits for us to start.
I have to present for 25 minutes and I have no idea what I'm supposed to be talking about. I ask a very broad question to the class to start discussion. Maybe they'll just have to all talk for a long time to make my 25 minutes. Some people start talking, then I realize I have to start lecturing. I don't know what to make up.
And then... I wake up.
Lia and I have to do a 50 minute lecture on something and I'm completely unprepared. We enter a store and it turns into a classroom. My entire cohort is sitting down and Lia and I are at the front.
I didn't read the chapter I was supposed to present on, I didn't make a Powerpoint presentation, and I don't have any notes on me. I'm stressing out and getting worried. I see that Lia has her notes in her hands. I whisper to her that I haven't read or done anything! She tells me she has 2 slides on her powerpoint so we could go off that. I look over at my professor and she patiently waits for us to start.
I have to present for 25 minutes and I have no idea what I'm supposed to be talking about. I ask a very broad question to the class to start discussion. Maybe they'll just have to all talk for a long time to make my 25 minutes. Some people start talking, then I realize I have to start lecturing. I don't know what to make up.
And then... I wake up.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
melted ice cream
I'm grocery shopping with The Bf and we decide to buy some ice cream. My parents or his parents (I can't recall) call him up and tell us to stop by their house to say hello. I'm worried about the ice cream melting in the car but I tell him we'll stop by really quickly.
Next thing I know, we're home and I recall telling The Bf to bring our groceries in. A couple of minutes pass by and we're watching a television show on our couch. I go to the kitchen and realize our groceries aren't here. I yell at him and ask him if he brought in the groceries, knowing he didn't. He forgot. We run out to the car that's parked in an underground parking lot. We open the car and get all the other groceries out. There's melted ice cream all over my trunk.
I am SO sad because I was really looking forward to eating the ice cream. He tells me to keep the box and we'll go to the supermarket tomorrow and just tell them to give us a new tub of ice cream since this one melted. I tell him we'd have to buy one but he tells me his friends have done this before and apparently, the store just gave them ice cream for free.
And then... I wake up.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
biking with a crazy man
It's dark outside and I'm biking home towards my studio. I see out of the corner of my eye, a man biking next to me. I look over and he's talking to himself, he seems a little crazy. I try to bike faster but he seems to be going at the same pace as me. I look over again really quick and now I feel bad because I think this man is also intellectually challenged. He looks over at me and says, "I don't mean to be biking next to you, I swear. I'm just going the same way".
I try not to get too scared because he's obviously following me. I turn left at the corner and try to bike my way up the hill but it's too steep. I'm floating in the air and I pretend to accidentally hit this man in the face with my bike (all this is in slow motion). It doesn't hurt him. I pretend it was an accident so he doesn't get too mad at me. He doesn't. I land back on the ground and he grabs my wrists really tight. It's hurting but I don't panic. I tell him, "I need to go home really quick because my family's waiting for me. My mom will get worried. I'll come right out, I promise." I'm trying to make him trust me so I can go inside and call the police but he won't let me go. Finally, he does, and I'm walking away really fast, telling him I'll come right out.
I walk up the stairs and realize he's following right behind me. My family's having a huge dinner and they're wondering who this man is. I mouth, "Help me" and tell them in French to call the police. I introduce him to them and them to him, pretending that I was simply saying in French that he was my friend. My cousin, who's a policewoman, takes her cell phone out and asks this man if he has any money. It was some sort of tactic for something. I pretend it's not strange for her to ask for money and I tell her, "I told you not to ask strangers for money" while winking. The man catches me and says he saw me wink. I tell him I was just blinking, but he doesn't trust me. My cousin gets on the phone and starts talking in French [Didn't know American cops spoke French].
Firefighters come up the street with their sirens blaring. The man knows he got caught. I go towards the back of the room where my parents are in case he wants to grab and hurt me. Some guys come in and give him shots in the neck to put him to sleep so they can take him away. I turn around and start crying because I feel really guilty that this is all happening to him because of me.
And then... I wake up.
I try not to get too scared because he's obviously following me. I turn left at the corner and try to bike my way up the hill but it's too steep. I'm floating in the air and I pretend to accidentally hit this man in the face with my bike (all this is in slow motion). It doesn't hurt him. I pretend it was an accident so he doesn't get too mad at me. He doesn't. I land back on the ground and he grabs my wrists really tight. It's hurting but I don't panic. I tell him, "I need to go home really quick because my family's waiting for me. My mom will get worried. I'll come right out, I promise." I'm trying to make him trust me so I can go inside and call the police but he won't let me go. Finally, he does, and I'm walking away really fast, telling him I'll come right out.
I walk up the stairs and realize he's following right behind me. My family's having a huge dinner and they're wondering who this man is. I mouth, "Help me" and tell them in French to call the police. I introduce him to them and them to him, pretending that I was simply saying in French that he was my friend. My cousin, who's a policewoman, takes her cell phone out and asks this man if he has any money. It was some sort of tactic for something. I pretend it's not strange for her to ask for money and I tell her, "I told you not to ask strangers for money" while winking. The man catches me and says he saw me wink. I tell him I was just blinking, but he doesn't trust me. My cousin gets on the phone and starts talking in French [Didn't know American cops spoke French].
Firefighters come up the street with their sirens blaring. The man knows he got caught. I go towards the back of the room where my parents are in case he wants to grab and hurt me. Some guys come in and give him shots in the neck to put him to sleep so they can take him away. I turn around and start crying because I feel really guilty that this is all happening to him because of me.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
mom doesn't fear snakes
I'm inside an apartment with my mother. I walk into the kitchen to get something from the fridge and when I walk towards the living room, I see something on the ground.
It's a snake! A tiny one, but still.. a disgusting-looking snake. I scream at the top of my lungs. I yell at my mom to hurry but she takes her slow time coming from the kitchen even though I'm right there!!
She walks slowly towards me and grabs the snake. I tell her to throw it outside immediately. She won't do it. She's just holding it as it gets longer and longer and twists around her wrists. At this point, I'm cursing profusely and crying. I can't yell. Nothing comes out of my mouth. I try and try to yell for to put it outside but she wants to keep it roaming free inside of the apartment. I start crying even more and try to yell but can't.
My mom then sees how upset I am about it and agrees to put it outside.
And then... I wake up.
It's a snake! A tiny one, but still.. a disgusting-looking snake. I scream at the top of my lungs. I yell at my mom to hurry but she takes her slow time coming from the kitchen even though I'm right there!!
She walks slowly towards me and grabs the snake. I tell her to throw it outside immediately. She won't do it. She's just holding it as it gets longer and longer and twists around her wrists. At this point, I'm cursing profusely and crying. I can't yell. Nothing comes out of my mouth. I try and try to yell for to put it outside but she wants to keep it roaming free inside of the apartment. I start crying even more and try to yell but can't.
My mom then sees how upset I am about it and agrees to put it outside.
And then... I wake up.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Disneyland at UC?
I'm inside Disneyland or some sort of amusement park that highly resembles Disneyland inside the University of Cincinnati. I'm with my parents and it's an orientation for my PhD cohort. We're touring the campus where there's also an amusement park inside for us to hang out.
A tour guide is telling us the rest of our agenda, seeing as it's later in the afternoon, and my mom stops the tour guide and goes in front of everyone. She's trying to tell them something, she seems worried, as if there's some sort of emergency. She tries to talk but I know she doesn't speak English well so I tell her to tell me. She turns to everyone and tries to talk to them but she's speaking in French. I tell her again to tell me so I can translate for them but she doesn't want me to. She tries to talk again but no one understands her. Finally, she tells me that the CJ department didn't give us enough "tickets" to get food for the rest of the day.
A parent from one of the PhD students says, "They gave us enough, they gave us 2." I feel so embarrassed. I can't believe my mom disrupted the tour just because she wanted more tickets for food. I feel mortified.
We all get on the tram to take us to the other side of campus/amusement park, and we're supposed to jump off once we find an open grassy patch. I see that it's my mom and my turn but we're both scared and we're holding up the line. If we don't get off soon enough, the people behind us will not be able to get off at the same exit. Finally, the tram slows down just enough and I grab my mom and step off.
And then... I wake up.
A parent from one of the PhD students says, "They gave us enough, they gave us 2." I feel so embarrassed. I can't believe my mom disrupted the tour just because she wanted more tickets for food. I feel mortified.
We all get on the tram to take us to the other side of campus/amusement park, and we're supposed to jump off once we find an open grassy patch. I see that it's my mom and my turn but we're both scared and we're holding up the line. If we don't get off soon enough, the people behind us will not be able to get off at the same exit. Finally, the tram slows down just enough and I grab my mom and step off.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Watched too much Grey's Anatomy
I'm at my high school and a teacher I never met falls on the floor. His students look really scared and another adult asks if anyone knows CPR. I was apparently certified last week so I rush up and say that I can give this man CPR. I'm about to start and do a couple of pumps and he wakes up.
He looks frightened and he's in a lot of pain. I grab his hand and tell him, "Mr. James, everything's going to be ok. Look at me, look at me!!! Just breathe.. breathe slowly. It's going to be ok."
His breathing slows down and he's ok. I've just saved this man's life. I tell him to go to the doctor's since there may be multiple reasons for why he fainted or passed out so suddenly. I even go on to tell him to get an MRI to get his brain looked at because his fainting may have blocked the oxygen from going to his brain for a couple of seconds, and those seconds could cause later brain damage [I don't even know where the heck I got THAT from!]. He thanks me.
I get up and tell his students to all go to the CPR training later that day, that I know they must have been scared, but they need to know what to do next time.
And then... I wake up.
He looks frightened and he's in a lot of pain. I grab his hand and tell him, "Mr. James, everything's going to be ok. Look at me, look at me!!! Just breathe.. breathe slowly. It's going to be ok."
His breathing slows down and he's ok. I've just saved this man's life. I tell him to go to the doctor's since there may be multiple reasons for why he fainted or passed out so suddenly. I even go on to tell him to get an MRI to get his brain looked at because his fainting may have blocked the oxygen from going to his brain for a couple of seconds, and those seconds could cause later brain damage [I don't even know where the heck I got THAT from!]. He thanks me.
I get up and tell his students to all go to the CPR training later that day, that I know they must have been scared, but they need to know what to do next time.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
missing the Master's comprehensive exam
I'm in my room studying with my friend, Brandon.
We got new desks just so we can be ready and study for the comprehensive exam. Brandon leaves the room to do something and a friend from my undergraduate comes in. I haven't seen him in so long and we're catching up. He's married and happy! I'm so happy for him.
Then I look at the time on my computer. The exam is supposed to be at 9. That can't be right. The clock says 8:59. I put my face closer to the computer screen and the numbers are blurry. I can't see what the time is. I'm in shock. Brandon comes back in the room and I tell him we're missing the comp.!! I don't even feel prepared, I haven't studied anything! I'm going in to the exam blindly!
I panic but get out of my PJ's and get dressed really quickly. Brandon's scrambling to get his bag pack and jacket.
And then... I wake up.
We got new desks just so we can be ready and study for the comprehensive exam. Brandon leaves the room to do something and a friend from my undergraduate comes in. I haven't seen him in so long and we're catching up. He's married and happy! I'm so happy for him.
Then I look at the time on my computer. The exam is supposed to be at 9. That can't be right. The clock says 8:59. I put my face closer to the computer screen and the numbers are blurry. I can't see what the time is. I'm in shock. Brandon comes back in the room and I tell him we're missing the comp.!! I don't even feel prepared, I haven't studied anything! I'm going in to the exam blindly!
I panic but get out of my PJ's and get dressed really quickly. Brandon's scrambling to get his bag pack and jacket.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
eating with corpses
It's my friend's birthday and I'm surrounded by about 4-6 girls trying to figure out where we're going for my friend's birthday. We've decided that we're going to go wherever she wants.
We're walking around and we finally find the place. She's at the door waiting for us. It's this Asian nightclub. I immediately tell her I don't want to go and we should go somewhere else more fun. She wants to dance here. Because it's her birthday, I agree to go in. I follow other people in and we realize that one of the rooms is specially reserved for this other Asian girl's birthday. Everyone looks at us weird, as if we've intruded their party. We go into another room where there are 2 tables and a corpse on each table. They're just laying there. They were apparently related to my friend. This is not at all weird. No one is freaked out. I feel kind of awkward and uncomfortable that we're about to eat at a table where a dead person is laying there, but this is normal... everyone does this when their family members just pass away.
I pick my seat and it's by one of the corpse's feet. I move my plate a little bit as I'm getting ready to sit down for her birthday dinner.
And then... I wake up.
We're walking around and we finally find the place. She's at the door waiting for us. It's this Asian nightclub. I immediately tell her I don't want to go and we should go somewhere else more fun. She wants to dance here. Because it's her birthday, I agree to go in. I follow other people in and we realize that one of the rooms is specially reserved for this other Asian girl's birthday. Everyone looks at us weird, as if we've intruded their party. We go into another room where there are 2 tables and a corpse on each table. They're just laying there. They were apparently related to my friend. This is not at all weird. No one is freaked out. I feel kind of awkward and uncomfortable that we're about to eat at a table where a dead person is laying there, but this is normal... everyone does this when their family members just pass away.
I pick my seat and it's by one of the corpse's feet. I move my plate a little bit as I'm getting ready to sit down for her birthday dinner.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
failing the Master's comprehensive exam
I just took the Master's comp. and I'm at my house with my sister and parents.
My sister asks me if I'm sure I completed all the questions and if I failed or not. I tell her, "Of course I answered everything." But then, I remember... I remember that I skipped an entire question. I answered 3 out of 4 questions and just completely skipped a question. I can't believe I did that! And then I recall that on one of the questions, I didn't even cite or reference any authors.
I failed... I can't believe I failed the exam. I'm in shock and have this horrible feeling in my stomach.
And then... I wake up.
My sister asks me if I'm sure I completed all the questions and if I failed or not. I tell her, "Of course I answered everything." But then, I remember... I remember that I skipped an entire question. I answered 3 out of 4 questions and just completely skipped a question. I can't believe I did that! And then I recall that on one of the questions, I didn't even cite or reference any authors.
I failed... I can't believe I failed the exam. I'm in shock and have this horrible feeling in my stomach.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
saved by umbrella
I get dropped off by a taxi around the corner of what is supposed to be my house. I'm walking down a really dark alley late in the night and I realize that I'm one street off of where my house is.
I keep walking down this alley though trying to make sure this isn't my street and checking the doors to see if it's mine. As I come closer to the corner, a man comes out and is holding pepper spray. We both get startled by one another and realize we're both being careful about our surroundings. That's when I get out my umbrella and try to look for my pepper spray in my bag pack. Unfortunately, I can't find it attached to my keys and I realize I must have left it at home.
I go around the corner down another street and go into someone else's house. This isn't my house. I tell these occupants that I don't really want to go into my house by myself. They leave the room for a minute and I realize there's someone else in there. They were getting robbed and had either gotten home too early or hadn't left yet. This man comes towards me and I try and yell for help but nothing comes out. I get my umbrella and hit him with it.
He's startled and I run for the door, which is locked. He stops me and tells me not to run outside but I unlock the door anyway and run outside. He's coming after me when I start yelling "Help! Someone help!". The neighbors are right next door and they ask me, "What's wrong?", I tell them the guy behind me is trying to rob the house and was trying to hurt me. They don't seem to panic. I turn around and the robber is talking to 3-4 people calmly. He's trying to persuade them to believe I'm crazy and he wasn't trying to rob the house. Thankfully, 1 of the women knows what he's doing and calls the cops. The cops come and arrest him.
I'm shaken and my boyfriend and his family arrive on the scene. I'm so scared and don't know whether this is a dream or not.
And then... I wake up.
I go around the corner down another street and go into someone else's house. This isn't my house. I tell these occupants that I don't really want to go into my house by myself. They leave the room for a minute and I realize there's someone else in there. They were getting robbed and had either gotten home too early or hadn't left yet. This man comes towards me and I try and yell for help but nothing comes out. I get my umbrella and hit him with it.
He's startled and I run for the door, which is locked. He stops me and tells me not to run outside but I unlock the door anyway and run outside. He's coming after me when I start yelling "Help! Someone help!". The neighbors are right next door and they ask me, "What's wrong?", I tell them the guy behind me is trying to rob the house and was trying to hurt me. They don't seem to panic. I turn around and the robber is talking to 3-4 people calmly. He's trying to persuade them to believe I'm crazy and he wasn't trying to rob the house. Thankfully, 1 of the women knows what he's doing and calls the cops. The cops come and arrest him.
I'm shaken and my boyfriend and his family arrive on the scene. I'm so scared and don't know whether this is a dream or not.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, July 11, 2011
house in France
My family and I have arrived to our old house in France. It's like no one has touched it for all these years and we were back to either move back into it or live in it for summer. I'm so excited to be back! The house is structured a little differently but I don't notice the difference. I look outside the living room window and see my backyard, just as it used to be, except the grass is a little taller. I want to go outside and play but I want to take a picture of it first.
I get out my camera but for some reason, the picture that's showing up on the screen is on what's behind me. My camera's facing forward toward the backyard but it's as if my camera is facing directly behind me at my dining room table. I accidentally break a piece of the border around the window so I set my camera back down. I try to fix it before going out but it's taking me forever.
Then, a fake Santa Claus and his sleigh go through one part of our house to the outside where there's apparently a park or some sort of outdoor mall where all these kids are ice skating. I go outside and it's snowing!!! There's snow covering all of my backyard now.
My parents are sitting outside on a bench watching people make snowmen.
And then... I wake up.
I get out my camera but for some reason, the picture that's showing up on the screen is on what's behind me. My camera's facing forward toward the backyard but it's as if my camera is facing directly behind me at my dining room table. I accidentally break a piece of the border around the window so I set my camera back down. I try to fix it before going out but it's taking me forever.
Then, a fake Santa Claus and his sleigh go through one part of our house to the outside where there's apparently a park or some sort of outdoor mall where all these kids are ice skating. I go outside and it's snowing!!! There's snow covering all of my backyard now.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
elementary school present time
I'm sitting down in my homeroom classroom at my elementary school back in West Covina. The desks are set up differently and one classroom is connected to the next door classroom a little differently but I see my old classmates. I'm sitting at a table with one of my Master's classmate but everyone else is my classmate from elementary school.
I tell myself how odd it is that everyone is back and looks exactly the same, a little older, but still looking the same. I'm catching up with people and telling them what a great coincidence it is that we are all in the same class after all these years. I'm surprised people didn't move away or are still in school. I look around and recognize everyone. Everyone's names comes to me as if I had seen them yesterday.
I look over at the next door classroom because the door is open and my homeroom teacher is there. He looks exactly the same as when I last saw him. I can't believe it, he hasn't even aged!
Someone slips me a note and tells me that it's from my old homeroom teacher. He wants to meet with me after school without anyone knowing. Somehow I know that his intentions are more than just catching up about the good old times when I was his student. I feel disgusted and want to tell the director or whoever is in charge of the school but I don't want my old homeroom teacher to get into trouble.
And then... I wake up.
I tell myself how odd it is that everyone is back and looks exactly the same, a little older, but still looking the same. I'm catching up with people and telling them what a great coincidence it is that we are all in the same class after all these years. I'm surprised people didn't move away or are still in school. I look around and recognize everyone. Everyone's names comes to me as if I had seen them yesterday.
I look over at the next door classroom because the door is open and my homeroom teacher is there. He looks exactly the same as when I last saw him. I can't believe it, he hasn't even aged!
Someone slips me a note and tells me that it's from my old homeroom teacher. He wants to meet with me after school without anyone knowing. Somehow I know that his intentions are more than just catching up about the good old times when I was his student. I feel disgusted and want to tell the director or whoever is in charge of the school but I don't want my old homeroom teacher to get into trouble.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, June 27, 2011
taking dad to the ER and federal conspiracies
I'm in a dorm room that belong to me at a college. I'm texting some federal agent who's trying to get some information from me. I catch him in a lie and I have proof of his conspiracy to kill people who won't listen to him on my phone now.
My dad is sitting on my bed and collapses. I pick him up and he fits in the palm of my hands. I run outside, hesitating for a second whether I should grab my cell phone or not. I leave without it. I run around the corner through some doors and run down the hallway where the ER is at. I yell for help, I yell that my dad is dying and for anyone to help me. No one listens. Finally, a nurse comes and disgustingly looks at my dad, who's still as small as the palm of my hands, and asks "What is THAT?", "That's my dad, I yell at her!! Help him!" I'm crying, I don't know what to do. She grabs him from me. I sit down and cry.
I realize my cell phone is still upstairs and my room is unlocked. The feds could come in and grab the only evidence I have. I run upstairs, I can't pick my feet up [I hate slow motion running in dreams. Gah!]. I pass one of the federal agents down the hall [who looks like one of the CPD cops in my Master's program] and he smiles at me mischievously. I open my room door and my cell phone is gone. I run back down to the federal agent and yell at him, "I know you took my phone! You took it! I know what you did! You're killing people and I know it!!"
He just looks at me pretending he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I run outside to get to the other building where my dad is being taken care of. It's really muddy and pouring really hard. There's a little stream I must cross to get to the building. I take off my shoes and step in the stream, it's all muddy, I try to get across.
And then... I wake up.
My dad is sitting on my bed and collapses. I pick him up and he fits in the palm of my hands. I run outside, hesitating for a second whether I should grab my cell phone or not. I leave without it. I run around the corner through some doors and run down the hallway where the ER is at. I yell for help, I yell that my dad is dying and for anyone to help me. No one listens. Finally, a nurse comes and disgustingly looks at my dad, who's still as small as the palm of my hands, and asks "What is THAT?", "That's my dad, I yell at her!! Help him!" I'm crying, I don't know what to do. She grabs him from me. I sit down and cry.
I realize my cell phone is still upstairs and my room is unlocked. The feds could come in and grab the only evidence I have. I run upstairs, I can't pick my feet up [I hate slow motion running in dreams. Gah!]. I pass one of the federal agents down the hall [who looks like one of the CPD cops in my Master's program] and he smiles at me mischievously. I open my room door and my cell phone is gone. I run back down to the federal agent and yell at him, "I know you took my phone! You took it! I know what you did! You're killing people and I know it!!"
He just looks at me pretending he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I run outside to get to the other building where my dad is being taken care of. It's really muddy and pouring really hard. There's a little stream I must cross to get to the building. I take off my shoes and step in the stream, it's all muddy, I try to get across.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Master's exam, contractions, and toilet paper
I'm in this building waiting to take the Master's comprehensive exam test. We had to turn in a couple of assignments but I turned mine in a couple weeks earlier. My friend, Brittnie, asks me where I turned my assignment in and I can't remember. I'm freaking out that I may not have turned it in to the right place.
We're waiting outside the lobby, signing our names in. I walk in and everyone's already seated waiting to take the exam. I sit at the front tables so I can concentrate on my exam.
[My dream apparently skips the traumatic experience of the exam and we're all finished]. A lady taps my friend, Reva, on the shoulder telling her she needs to leave. Apparently, Reva was having contractions and someone had called her to tell her to get to the hospital. I'm confused as to why Reva didn't say anything during the exam and how someone could know she was having contractions. We all get up to go with Reva. Her mom is waiting for her at the front door, but before her mom takes her to the car, we all take Reva to this grocery store. Her mom stands by the car, smiling, appearing so peaceful and happy that all of Reva's friends are willing to help her out. Every person runs into the grocery store and starts buying her a roll of toilet paper [what the??? Don't ask me why...]. This is our way to show her that we're supporting her and her baby.
I realize I don't have my wallet but someone's willing to pay for my rolls of toilet paper. By the time we get to the register, I realize everyone's already gone. I run outside and Reva has already left.
And then... I wake up.
We're waiting outside the lobby, signing our names in. I walk in and everyone's already seated waiting to take the exam. I sit at the front tables so I can concentrate on my exam.
[My dream apparently skips the traumatic experience of the exam and we're all finished]. A lady taps my friend, Reva, on the shoulder telling her she needs to leave. Apparently, Reva was having contractions and someone had called her to tell her to get to the hospital. I'm confused as to why Reva didn't say anything during the exam and how someone could know she was having contractions. We all get up to go with Reva. Her mom is waiting for her at the front door, but before her mom takes her to the car, we all take Reva to this grocery store. Her mom stands by the car, smiling, appearing so peaceful and happy that all of Reva's friends are willing to help her out. Every person runs into the grocery store and starts buying her a roll of toilet paper [what the??? Don't ask me why...]. This is our way to show her that we're supporting her and her baby.
I realize I don't have my wallet but someone's willing to pay for my rolls of toilet paper. By the time we get to the register, I realize everyone's already gone. I run outside and Reva has already left.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
snake!!!!!
I'm at work with my dad.
I sit up to get something and when I get back, I see a snake crawling on top of my bag pack.
I yell for my dad since I absolutely hate snakes and he comes by my side. We're watching it crawl everywhere, it's slithering around the office super fast. We can barely keep sight of it. Finally, I go to one of the full-time staff there, Lori, and tell her there's a snake in the office. She tells me she's deathly afraid of them and calls someone for help. While she's on the phone, I keep an eye on the other office to make sure the snake is still there. It's now this huge snake hanging on the wall. I can see its skin and muscles as if someone skinned this snake.
Lori gives me a set of phone numbers to call for help. I don't know where my cell phone is and I'm scared the snake is near it so I use Lori's phone to call. I go back to the room where the snake is and it's turned into a cobra but its tail is super short.
It's looking at my dad and my dad is trying to catch it but I yell at him to get away from it. My dad faces it and non-threateningly moves his hand towards the cobra and the cobra allows my dad to pet him. Then my dad gets scared and moves his hand away. The cobra gets away and I see it slither impossibly through a phone jack. I'm on the phone with whoever is supposed to help and I tell them that it's gone but I can see it move through the wall. They need to come and catch it now!
And then... I wake up.
I sit up to get something and when I get back, I see a snake crawling on top of my bag pack.
Lori gives me a set of phone numbers to call for help. I don't know where my cell phone is and I'm scared the snake is near it so I use Lori's phone to call. I go back to the room where the snake is and it's turned into a cobra but its tail is super short.
And then... I wake up.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
beautiful hotel room
I look up from pulling my luggage in and there are these large windows that show the best view possible--the ocean.
I realize I've forgotten to pack a lot of things, my running shoes, sandals, and all sorts of clothes. But when I open my luggage, those things are there. My sister and I are changing when we realize that our window is open and other people can see us.
The maintenance lady comes in and my mom asks her a question about the room.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
where are my Rainbows?
I'm at someone's house, which is located exactly at the center of this little tourist place with a bunch of souvenir shops. I'm walking around the rooms saying hello to my friends and my old residents, congratulating them for graduating from college.
I realize I have to go to Target but I forgot where I placed my Rainbows.
I'm looking everywhere for them. I go up the stairs, down another staircase to see if I placed them at the bottom of those ones. Too many shoes around but mine aren't there. I go back up the stairs and I find another staircase but it doesn't lead to the bottom. I get scared I'll fall off so I look for another staircase. I go outside where the shops are and try to find another entrance to the house.
Finally, I get back inside the house and look frantically through all the shoes but unfortunately, I can't find my sandals. Then, I forget what I'm looking for and think I'm looking for my iphone [which I do not have]. I realize it's probably long gone by now and someone's taken it.
And then... I wake up.
I realize I have to go to Target but I forgot where I placed my Rainbows.
Finally, I get back inside the house and look frantically through all the shoes but unfortunately, I can't find my sandals. Then, I forget what I'm looking for and think I'm looking for my iphone [which I do not have]. I realize it's probably long gone by now and someone's taken it.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
dog training
I'm in my apartment where I've just adopted a yellow lab. He's the cutest dog ever!
I take him for a walk and it's raining but I have to train him how to sit and wait to cross the street, etc.. As we're about to cross the street, I tell him "Stop" and he does, I just know that he's understanding me and following my instructions.. pretty awesome. I'm thinking to myself, "Wow.. I'm so good at this, I thought it'd take longer for him to listen to me."
Then I go outside of this sandwich shop trying to figure out what I want to buy for dinner. I'm trying to look at the menu from the outside since I can't bring the dog in. There's arrows pointing to somewhere for me to leave my dog there while I eat but I'm scared someone will steal him so I keep him with me. A man from the restaurant next door comes up to me and tells me, "Come to my restaurant.. it's better. Don't go to this one. I'll let your dog in too."
I get suspicious so I look at my dog...
And then... I wake up.
Then I go outside of this sandwich shop trying to figure out what I want to buy for dinner. I'm trying to look at the menu from the outside since I can't bring the dog in. There's arrows pointing to somewhere for me to leave my dog there while I eat but I'm scared someone will steal him so I keep him with me. A man from the restaurant next door comes up to me and tells me, "Come to my restaurant.. it's better. Don't go to this one. I'll let your dog in too."
I get suspicious so I look at my dog...
And then... I wake up.
Friday, May 27, 2011
douchebag
I'm at a restaurant with my boyfriend. A woman joins our table because the restaurant doesn't have any more room. She's waiting for her boyfriend. I'm casually talking to her and then her boyfriend shows up and sits down next to me, so I start talking to Alex.
As I'm talking to Alex, the woman's boyfriend [whom we shall call Douchebag from now on] starts talking to me softly. He's talking about his meal or something and I awkwardly laugh it off. The haha-I-don't-really-care-just-leave-me-alone kind of laugh. He continues trying to talk to me and he leaves the table for a moment. I turn to the woman and tell her she needs to be careful because her boyfriend is a total douchebag. She replies with, "Yeah, I know, I just.. I don't know.." And Douchebag comes back to the table.
I'm talking to Alex and Douchebag keeps trying to whisper in my ear, asking me to go to dinner with him. Finally, I say, "Excuse me, I'm trying to talk to my boyfriend here."
He says something and then he kind of hits me on the shoulder. Not a playful hit, but like a fine-I'll-show-you-if-you-don't-want-to-listen-to-me hit. I punch him and I stand up. So does he. He looks like he's about to hit me again. I can't believe this. I yell loudly, "Get the f*** off me you a**hole! How dare you hit me!!!" so that I can get the attention from the restaurant staff maybe so they can kick him out, but no.. nobody moves.
So finally, I take my sweater and tell Alex we're leaving and sitting somewhere else. He has a camera in his hand and says, "Ok.. go ahead" as if he's filming this whole scene for fun. I'm ready to storm off but Alex is still seated.
And then... I wake up.
As I'm talking to Alex, the woman's boyfriend [whom we shall call Douchebag from now on] starts talking to me softly. He's talking about his meal or something and I awkwardly laugh it off. The haha-I-don't-really-care-just-leave-me-alone kind of laugh. He continues trying to talk to me and he leaves the table for a moment. I turn to the woman and tell her she needs to be careful because her boyfriend is a total douchebag. She replies with, "Yeah, I know, I just.. I don't know.." And Douchebag comes back to the table.
I'm talking to Alex and Douchebag keeps trying to whisper in my ear, asking me to go to dinner with him. Finally, I say, "Excuse me, I'm trying to talk to my boyfriend here."
He says something and then he kind of hits me on the shoulder. Not a playful hit, but like a fine-I'll-show-you-if-you-don't-want-to-listen-to-me hit. I punch him and I stand up. So does he. He looks like he's about to hit me again. I can't believe this. I yell loudly, "Get the f*** off me you a**hole! How dare you hit me!!!" so that I can get the attention from the restaurant staff maybe so they can kick him out, but no.. nobody moves.
So finally, I take my sweater and tell Alex we're leaving and sitting somewhere else. He has a camera in his hand and says, "Ok.. go ahead" as if he's filming this whole scene for fun. I'm ready to storm off but Alex is still seated.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
flashmob
I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the mall with a couple of friends. Other people are doing this too. Apparently, a flashmob just happened [I don't remember if I got to see it or not].
Then, a guy from my cohort, Adam, gets up and stands in the middle of the crowd. He whips off his beanie and he has somewhat long hair. I tell my friend, "Look! It looks like he's about to dance or something." And as soon as I finish my sentence, he starts dancing. I'm so confused and don't know what's happening until my other Master's friend, Kelly, gets up too and dances besides him.
It's a flashmob!!!!
My other friends, Angie and Lia, stand up and are a part of it. [I'm a little butt hurt they never invited me to be a part of this since I've always wanted to be part of a flashmob. Thanks guys.]
Other people I don't know stand up and start dancing too. It's not that big though, only about 15-20 people, but I'm having so much fun watching them! Finally, the dance is over and Lia, who used to do ballet [I don't know if that's even true], starts doing pirouettes really fast and spinning around.
And then... I wake up.
Then, a guy from my cohort, Adam, gets up and stands in the middle of the crowd. He whips off his beanie and he has somewhat long hair. I tell my friend, "Look! It looks like he's about to dance or something." And as soon as I finish my sentence, he starts dancing. I'm so confused and don't know what's happening until my other Master's friend, Kelly, gets up too and dances besides him.
It's a flashmob!!!!
Other people I don't know stand up and start dancing too. It's not that big though, only about 15-20 people, but I'm having so much fun watching them! Finally, the dance is over and Lia, who used to do ballet [I don't know if that's even true], starts doing pirouettes really fast and spinning around.
And then... I wake up.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
undercover prostitution
We're apparently going to be going undercover as prostitutes so we can catch one of the biggest sex traffickers in the country/world (?). I ask what will happen if they ask us to do stuff, expecting that he'll say, "Don't worry, we've got inside men that will help you out" or maybe "You won't have to do anything, we'll catch him before then." But noooo, he instead replies, "Well, this is what you knew you were getting yourself into."
Whoa. What? I ain't becoming no prostitute to catch this guy. So I think to myself that I won't have to do anything. All the agents will come in by then. So my sister and I still agree to go undercover. I'm getting ready and wearing layers and layers of clothes.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
drowning
I'm in the ocean, swimming around, when waves after waves start coming on top of me.
I move in slow motion and can't find my way to the top. It's like something is keeping me under the waves. I slowly try to swim my way up before I start losing air, but I keep paddling slower and slower. I feel my hands reach the top but before my head could make it out of the water, another wave comes down.
I finally am splashed onto the shore and lay there. A crowd has surfaced but not because of me, because of someone else. Everyone's paying attention to the other person and I just lay there on my back.
One person turns to me to check on me but someone else says, "She's fine, her eyes are open."
And then... I wake up.
I finally am splashed onto the shore and lay there. A crowd has surfaced but not because of me, because of someone else. Everyone's paying attention to the other person and I just lay there on my back.
One person turns to me to check on me but someone else says, "She's fine, her eyes are open."
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
pretty bird
I'm on the roof of some castle that I just climbed. The door opens and I've been caught, but the two men who come out don't see anything wrong with me being on the roof. They don't know I've trespassed.
A bird comes out of the doorway flying near me. It's the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. [My description of it can't even begin to describe its beauty.] It's small and grey but some of its feathers are metallic purple, green, turquoise, and blue. The bird flies and lands on the man's hand and I ask him if I could take a picture of it. But before I take out my camera, the bird flies off his hand and is flying above us.
Out of nowhere, the other man now has a gigantic hawk on his arm. It spreads its wings and I get scared it'll start attacking me so I back off. It flies above us and then it suddenly grabs the other bird, the really pretty one, and all I can see are feathers falling down from the sky. The hawk killed the other bird.
And then... I wake up.
A bird comes out of the doorway flying near me. It's the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. [My description of it can't even begin to describe its beauty.] It's small and grey but some of its feathers are metallic purple, green, turquoise, and blue. The bird flies and lands on the man's hand and I ask him if I could take a picture of it. But before I take out my camera, the bird flies off his hand and is flying above us.
Out of nowhere, the other man now has a gigantic hawk on his arm. It spreads its wings and I get scared it'll start attacking me so I back off. It flies above us and then it suddenly grabs the other bird, the really pretty one, and all I can see are feathers falling down from the sky. The hawk killed the other bird.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
late for flight to France
I'm in my apartment [although I've never seen this place before] and my flight to France is scheduled to leave at 7:30pm. I'm taking my time making sure I have everything in my one luggage.
I'm in a car and someone's driving me to the airport.. it's only a 5 minute drive, it's right around the corner and I didn't even know. I have extra time so I decide to walk back home and add some things to my luggage. I realize I have to go so I'm rushing and I'm walking around the streets. I can't find the street where I turned to get to the airport. I then realize that I don't have my luggage with me.
Being lost and not having my luggage anyway, I go back to the house. I run up the stairs and right when I get there, my family is coming back from a trip. I want them to drive me to the airport but I realize they just got back and must be tired so I don't ask them. I rush down the stairs and realize I forgot my luggage again, so I rush back up to get my luggage. I look at my watch and it says 7:53. I can't believe it!!! I missed my flight! My family's trying to console me, telling me I can get another flight, but I just start crying.
And then... I wake up.
Being lost and not having my luggage anyway, I go back to the house. I run up the stairs and right when I get there, my family is coming back from a trip. I want them to drive me to the airport but I realize they just got back and must be tired so I don't ask them. I rush down the stairs and realize I forgot my luggage again, so I rush back up to get my luggage. I look at my watch and it says 7:53. I can't believe it!!! I missed my flight! My family's trying to console me, telling me I can get another flight, but I just start crying.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
President Barack Obama
I'm outside near this beautiful fountain with a couple of my friends. It looks like it'd be somewhere in Italy. Lots of people are walking around, it's nice and sunny, and we're just enjoying life standing by a fountain.
We're talking about Obama and I start talking about him. While I'm talking, I look around and mid-sentence I see Mr. President Obama standing 3 feet across from me and overhearing my conversation, comes over and says, "Yes, you were saying?" with that big, sexy smile of his.
I'm speechless and he comes over and shakes my hand. The entire time he is focused on me, not even looking at my friends, but just smiling and looking at me.
And then... I wake up.
We're talking about Obama and I start talking about him. While I'm talking, I look around and mid-sentence I see Mr. President Obama standing 3 feet across from me and overhearing my conversation, comes over and says, "Yes, you were saying?" with that big, sexy smile of his.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
getting shot at
I'm at a gas station and I'm driving my mom's Nissan Pathfinder. I leave the car parked on the sidewalk of the gas station, across from this house to go do something.
It's awhile that I'm away from the car, then suddenly I'm back in the car but in the back seat and the car is parked by the gas pumps now. These 2 older men (mid 30's to 40's) are standing right by the car. I get suspicious so I make my way to the front seat and close the door, telling them "Excuse me" because they were in the way. They look at me funny and say, "Look, it's not our fault that your car's messed up. We didn't do anything."
So I drive the car up to a parking spot and get out to see what they were talking about. The car is totally damaged and ruined--it looks like it's been in a fire! It's not even my car. I realize someone stole my car and replaced it with this junky one. This other family is there and is trying to calm me down [I'm obviously freaking out like no other]. For some reason, they hand me the baby to hold while they try to help me figure things out. The 2 older men from earlier are not really helping, making comments to make me feel like it was my fault.
Finally, the dad of that helpful family tells me that right across the street where I parked the car, the house is actually where a doctor lives and works from so he has a security camera....facing the exact place where my car was at!!! I get so excited. But something in me realizes the 2 older men were the ones responsible for my car getting stolen. I get scared they'll take the cameras later in the night or break into the family's home and steal the tapes, so I stupidly say "I want the tapes, right now.."
1 of the suspicious men pulls out a gun and points it at my face. I cringe and hide the baby in my arms, putting my head down. The whole family is scared and gets on their knees. I apologize profusely, saying "I'm sorry, please please, have the car. I won't report it. I promise. Please don't shoot us. Don't do this, please. You can have the car."
He laughs cynically. Meanwhile, the doctor's family is standing by the door, wondering why all these people are in front of their house. The gunman tells me, "You're going to go inside the house and rob them. Tell them "Fuck you, I want your money", do it.. now". I'm still holding the baby and I approach the front door. This older Asian lady answers, I enter without asking, telling her the baby needs help, that he's in pain, etc.. I look back and the gunman tells me to say it otherwise he's going to shoot everyone. I tell him I can't do it and he starts pointing the gun at them, I tell him "Ok, ok! Don't.. I'll do it".
The old Asian lady comes back and when the gunman isn't looking, I quickly tell her, "Please call 911, but not until after I leave." The old Asian lady, of course doesn't listen to me, and heads to the phone so I grab her and tell her to stop. I look at the gunman, which has now turned into my dad, and he's getting ready to come in. The old lady grabs a necklace and goes into the living room. I'm thinking that maybe this is a sign of emergency in their house and someone else will call 911 in another room. But noooo, she comes back with it and goes to the phone. [Freaking Asians..].
My dad (who's now the gunman) realizes she's calling for help, he starts shooting at the family but misses. He comes into the house and starts shooting. I hide under a desk. He looks around then finds me hiding under. He's shooting at me but I keep dodging the bullets. He's reloading his gun and I run to the side door and unlock it but I can't seem to open the door. It's jammed and won't open. My dad points the gun at me.
And then... I wake up.
It's awhile that I'm away from the car, then suddenly I'm back in the car but in the back seat and the car is parked by the gas pumps now. These 2 older men (mid 30's to 40's) are standing right by the car. I get suspicious so I make my way to the front seat and close the door, telling them "Excuse me" because they were in the way. They look at me funny and say, "Look, it's not our fault that your car's messed up. We didn't do anything."
So I drive the car up to a parking spot and get out to see what they were talking about. The car is totally damaged and ruined--it looks like it's been in a fire! It's not even my car. I realize someone stole my car and replaced it with this junky one. This other family is there and is trying to calm me down [I'm obviously freaking out like no other]. For some reason, they hand me the baby to hold while they try to help me figure things out. The 2 older men from earlier are not really helping, making comments to make me feel like it was my fault.
Finally, the dad of that helpful family tells me that right across the street where I parked the car, the house is actually where a doctor lives and works from so he has a security camera....facing the exact place where my car was at!!! I get so excited. But something in me realizes the 2 older men were the ones responsible for my car getting stolen. I get scared they'll take the cameras later in the night or break into the family's home and steal the tapes, so I stupidly say "I want the tapes, right now.."
1 of the suspicious men pulls out a gun and points it at my face. I cringe and hide the baby in my arms, putting my head down. The whole family is scared and gets on their knees. I apologize profusely, saying "I'm sorry, please please, have the car. I won't report it. I promise. Please don't shoot us. Don't do this, please. You can have the car."
He laughs cynically. Meanwhile, the doctor's family is standing by the door, wondering why all these people are in front of their house. The gunman tells me, "You're going to go inside the house and rob them. Tell them "Fuck you, I want your money", do it.. now". I'm still holding the baby and I approach the front door. This older Asian lady answers, I enter without asking, telling her the baby needs help, that he's in pain, etc.. I look back and the gunman tells me to say it otherwise he's going to shoot everyone. I tell him I can't do it and he starts pointing the gun at them, I tell him "Ok, ok! Don't.. I'll do it".
The old Asian lady comes back and when the gunman isn't looking, I quickly tell her, "Please call 911, but not until after I leave." The old Asian lady, of course doesn't listen to me, and heads to the phone so I grab her and tell her to stop. I look at the gunman, which has now turned into my dad, and he's getting ready to come in. The old lady grabs a necklace and goes into the living room. I'm thinking that maybe this is a sign of emergency in their house and someone else will call 911 in another room. But noooo, she comes back with it and goes to the phone. [Freaking Asians..].
My dad (who's now the gunman) realizes she's calling for help, he starts shooting at the family but misses. He comes into the house and starts shooting. I hide under a desk. He looks around then finds me hiding under. He's shooting at me but I keep dodging the bullets. He's reloading his gun and I run to the side door and unlock it but I can't seem to open the door. It's jammed and won't open. My dad points the gun at me.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Adam Levine, the ghost bf
[That's right... I dreamt that hot Adam Levine, from Maroon 5, duh, was in love with me.. although he was a ghost...]
I'm in my house and I'm sleeping on my bed. I feel a bad spirit or ghost inside the house and start praying this Laotian prayer that my mom taught me when I was little. The bad spirit goes away.
Moments later, Adam Levine is in my house... as a ghost. I go into the bathroom and he magically goes through the door. He's telling me that he loves me and that he wants to be with me but he needs to find his way back into a body. I'm shocked, not that he's a ghost, but that he wants to get with me [hahaha! By the way, he looked just as hot as a ghost].
I don't remember what he says exactly but I just feel so protected and loved... as if he was going to take care of me or fight off anything that wanted to hurt me.
And then... I wake up.
I'm in my house and I'm sleeping on my bed. I feel a bad spirit or ghost inside the house and start praying this Laotian prayer that my mom taught me when I was little. The bad spirit goes away.
Moments later, Adam Levine is in my house... as a ghost. I go into the bathroom and he magically goes through the door. He's telling me that he loves me and that he wants to be with me but he needs to find his way back into a body. I'm shocked, not that he's a ghost, but that he wants to get with me [hahaha! By the way, he looked just as hot as a ghost].
I don't remember what he says exactly but I just feel so protected and loved... as if he was going to take care of me or fight off anything that wanted to hurt me.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
robbed by a pregnant lady
I'm driving home, towards my house in Cali, and I pull up into the driveway. I get into my house and not even a minute after I close the door, someone rings the doorbell.
I'm all by myself but I still open the door. I see a pregnant woman (with just a little bump) and another woman, who I assume is her mom. For some reason, I let them inside the house. It's not until they sit down in the living room and we're talking about something that I realize they're here to rob the house.
I make an excuse that I needed to call my friend Brandon back so I take my cell phone out. It's this tiny little gadget that barely fits in my hand. I don't want to leave the room in case they start stealing things. Brandon picks up the phone and asks what I'm up to, etc..
Me: Hey, nothing much.. what are you doing?
Brandon: Nothing.
Me: (I pause.. pretending he's saying something)... Yeah, sure. You can come over if you want.
Brandon: What?
Me: (I pause some more). Yeah, come over right now. I'm not doing anything.
I was trying to secretly tell Brandon I was in trouble and that he needed to come. He didn't get it [of course.. men.. can't even see when a damsel is in distress unless we call out "help"] but he said he was on his way.
I turn around for a second and when I look back, the 2 ladies aren't there anymore. My mom is downstairs with me and I tell her they're upstairs. We go up the stairs and because we didn't turn on the lights upstairs, I can make out their shadows heading towards my parents' room. That's when I realize these women had followed me home when I drove home earlier.
Somehow, I have a gun in my hand and I tell them to get on the ground. I feel bad about the pregnant girl, but part of me thinks it's not even real. I lay on top of one of them with her hands behind her back. Brandon finally arrives and I ask if he's called 911. He says "No..." and my mom says they're already here cause she called them.
And then... I wake up.
I'm all by myself but I still open the door. I see a pregnant woman (with just a little bump) and another woman, who I assume is her mom. For some reason, I let them inside the house. It's not until they sit down in the living room and we're talking about something that I realize they're here to rob the house.
I make an excuse that I needed to call my friend Brandon back so I take my cell phone out. It's this tiny little gadget that barely fits in my hand. I don't want to leave the room in case they start stealing things. Brandon picks up the phone and asks what I'm up to, etc..
Me: Hey, nothing much.. what are you doing?
Brandon: Nothing.
Me: (I pause.. pretending he's saying something)... Yeah, sure. You can come over if you want.
Brandon: What?
Me: (I pause some more). Yeah, come over right now. I'm not doing anything.
I was trying to secretly tell Brandon I was in trouble and that he needed to come. He didn't get it [of course.. men.. can't even see when a damsel is in distress unless we call out "help"] but he said he was on his way.
I turn around for a second and when I look back, the 2 ladies aren't there anymore. My mom is downstairs with me and I tell her they're upstairs. We go up the stairs and because we didn't turn on the lights upstairs, I can make out their shadows heading towards my parents' room. That's when I realize these women had followed me home when I drove home earlier.
Somehow, I have a gun in my hand and I tell them to get on the ground. I feel bad about the pregnant girl, but part of me thinks it's not even real. I lay on top of one of them with her hands behind her back. Brandon finally arrives and I ask if he's called 911. He says "No..." and my mom says they're already here cause she called them.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
killers
I'm walking down this street going into someone's house where my boyfriend is staying at. I open the door and his friends greet me at the door. They joke around that he's not there but I see him laying down on the bed from the open bedroom door.
Suddenly, there's a commotion, the guys are running around the house and go in and out of the living room. Finally, a couple of them come back and they have blood on their shirt and hands. They've killed someone. I'm afraid to say anything in case they turn against me. I go to the restroom and as I bend over to pee, this nasty liquid whitish, yellow thing comes out from my stomach. I pull my shirt up and I see two holes in me. I've been stabbed in the process of the commotion.
I go to Alex and he hugs me. I'm scared I'm going to die. We go outside and the funeral is going on for that person who they killed. Hundreds of people are walking down the street and mourning, moving his casket from a car to a house or store. No one knows who the killers are.
And then... I wake up.
Suddenly, there's a commotion, the guys are running around the house and go in and out of the living room. Finally, a couple of them come back and they have blood on their shirt and hands. They've killed someone. I'm afraid to say anything in case they turn against me. I go to the restroom and as I bend over to pee, this nasty liquid whitish, yellow thing comes out from my stomach. I pull my shirt up and I see two holes in me. I've been stabbed in the process of the commotion.
I go to Alex and he hugs me. I'm scared I'm going to die. We go outside and the funeral is going on for that person who they killed. Hundreds of people are walking down the street and mourning, moving his casket from a car to a house or store. No one knows who the killers are.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Mexican gangs
I'm in the past with my boyfriend, who also switches in and out from being my best friend, Carlos [only 2 close Mexican guys I know.. haha].
We're visiting his old house and we see his dad in the garage working on his car. Alex goes inside the house to see it but I stay outside. We might disturb the past and have them see us. Unfortunately, I'm not really good at hiding and his father spots me. I think, "Oh crap, how is this going to change the present/future (??)!" I try to move away from the house and finally, Carlos comes out. We're walking away from the house and we see a 2-3 other guys come up the hill towards the house. Apparently, they're his cousins who are in a gang. Carlos says to me, "Things really do happen late in the night.. they're getting ready.." Carlos explains to me that he wasn't ever involved in gangs but his cousins were.
Then Carlos turns into Alex and he grabs my hand. His cousins spot him and tell him to come with them but we don't want to. We keep walking and they follow us. We're heading towards a carnival-looking place--bright lights and a lot of people around. Guys from his cousin's rival gang are there and they spot the both of us. One of the guys from the rival gang comes up to us and says something along the lines that he found us and he's going to get us.
We start running and they have knives, razor blades, and other weapons. I'm scared for my life!
We run into this tiny carnival tent.. And by tiny, I mean, like only 2 people can fit in there. I'm thinking, "Why did we go in here, we're not going to escape?!!" Then Alex and his other cousin are trying to dig a hole on the other side of the tent. I'm not understanding why the rival gangs aren't going inside the tent, but they're not... Then as Alex's cousin is making that hole on the other side of the tent, I see one of the rival gangs waiting for us on the other side. So I tip the tent over so it falls on him and start stomping on him [of course, the woman has to save the day]. I tell Alex to run and get out. The rival gang member spots me and is about to grab me for helping Alex out...
And then... I wake up.
We're visiting his old house and we see his dad in the garage working on his car. Alex goes inside the house to see it but I stay outside. We might disturb the past and have them see us. Unfortunately, I'm not really good at hiding and his father spots me. I think, "Oh crap, how is this going to change the present/future (??)!" I try to move away from the house and finally, Carlos comes out. We're walking away from the house and we see a 2-3 other guys come up the hill towards the house. Apparently, they're his cousins who are in a gang. Carlos says to me, "Things really do happen late in the night.. they're getting ready.." Carlos explains to me that he wasn't ever involved in gangs but his cousins were.
Then Carlos turns into Alex and he grabs my hand. His cousins spot him and tell him to come with them but we don't want to. We keep walking and they follow us. We're heading towards a carnival-looking place--bright lights and a lot of people around. Guys from his cousin's rival gang are there and they spot the both of us. One of the guys from the rival gang comes up to us and says something along the lines that he found us and he's going to get us.
We start running and they have knives, razor blades, and other weapons. I'm scared for my life!
And then... I wake up.
Friday, April 8, 2011
ex-felon, grandma, and robots
I'm at my "house" and I'm with my maternal grandmother. For some reason, we have an ex-felon in our house and he has to spend the night at our house due to some judge's orders.
In one room, the ex-felon is sleeping on the same bed as my grandma while my mom and someone else is sleeping on another bed. I have to sleep outside in the living room. I'm extremely concerned about what this ex-felon will do to my grandma when we all go to sleep. I go into their room and tell my mom really loudly, on purpose so that this ex-felon can hear me, that I'm a light sleeper so I probably won't be going to sleep all night. This is a lie so that the ex-felon knows I'll be up if he tries anything. I tell my grandma that I love her in Laotian and she begins to cry.. she gets emotional because I've never told her this.
Night time comes, and they all fall asleep. I try my best not to fall asleep. And then morning comes and the ex-felon didn't do anything. I feel relieved but realize he has to stay with us for the entire week so I have to keep staying awake at night.
I go into the garage arguing with my sister about something and 2 human robots come out of nowhere. I have a baseball bat and I struggle trying to hit one of them so that he stops coming towards me. It doesn't work. He also has a baseball bat, but a softer one, and he hits me back. It actually really hurts. I try to swing hard at him but it's slow motion so it doesn't even hurt him at all. I get out of his way and he comes into the house. I try to hide him from my parents in the kitchen. He listens to me because all he wants to do is be free and get out. I try to get to the kitchen door to lead him to outside but my mom comes in before I'm able to do so.
And then... I wake up.
In one room, the ex-felon is sleeping on the same bed as my grandma while my mom and someone else is sleeping on another bed. I have to sleep outside in the living room. I'm extremely concerned about what this ex-felon will do to my grandma when we all go to sleep. I go into their room and tell my mom really loudly, on purpose so that this ex-felon can hear me, that I'm a light sleeper so I probably won't be going to sleep all night. This is a lie so that the ex-felon knows I'll be up if he tries anything. I tell my grandma that I love her in Laotian and she begins to cry.. she gets emotional because I've never told her this.
Night time comes, and they all fall asleep. I try my best not to fall asleep. And then morning comes and the ex-felon didn't do anything. I feel relieved but realize he has to stay with us for the entire week so I have to keep staying awake at night.
I go into the garage arguing with my sister about something and 2 human robots come out of nowhere. I have a baseball bat and I struggle trying to hit one of them so that he stops coming towards me. It doesn't work. He also has a baseball bat, but a softer one, and he hits me back. It actually really hurts. I try to swing hard at him but it's slow motion so it doesn't even hurt him at all. I get out of his way and he comes into the house. I try to hide him from my parents in the kitchen. He listens to me because all he wants to do is be free and get out. I try to get to the kitchen door to lead him to outside but my mom comes in before I'm able to do so.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
ex-gf
I'm living my boyfriend and he's in the work/living room watching TV. I'm listening to this voicemail from one of his crazy ex-girlfriends [even though this girl was actually his friend's friend] telling him to come back to her. My boyfriend doesn't hear this because the TV's on really loudly. She keeps talking about how great it was running into him and that she knows they're going to get back together.
The voicemail then turns into her actually speaking to him through loudspeaker, now my boyfriend is actually listening it. She's trying to convince him to leave me, saying that he knows I'm not the right person for him, that she is, and that he'll be happier with her, etc..
I can feel and hear what he's feeling and thinking. It's working.. she's convincing him, and I can't do anything about it. I just stare at him while I'm reading his thoughts...
And then... I wake up.
The voicemail then turns into her actually speaking to him through loudspeaker, now my boyfriend is actually listening it. She's trying to convince him to leave me, saying that he knows I'm not the right person for him, that she is, and that he'll be happier with her, etc..
I can feel and hear what he's feeling and thinking. It's working.. she's convincing him, and I can't do anything about it. I just stare at him while I'm reading his thoughts...
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
assassination by a professor
I'm at work at the computer and I am looking at articles that I printed out and notes that I took. Apparently, I just made a very important, but controversial, discovery about something and must hide it until I know who to give it to. I leave the work on my desk for a couple of minutes and when I come back, one of my professors, the one I call Grandpa, acts suspiciously. He hands me a manila envelope and asks to meet with him immediately today. I know that he has discovered my work and wants to silence me about it.
I see one of my friends, Cara, who's a PhD student, and I tell her I have something to show her. I want to show her this work. I look through my notes and folder but all the important documents are gone. Someone took them! I know it was Grandpa. He wants to have me assassinated so no one finds out about these findings. I tell Cara that if something happens to me, to contact police and tell them it was Grandpa.
I immediately leave and meet up with other friend Kara, who's in my cohort. We go to the bookstore to get some books for class but we've gone to the wrong bookstore. So we run to the other bookstore, which once we enter has become part bookstore, part changing room.
And then... I wake up.
I see one of my friends, Cara, who's a PhD student, and I tell her I have something to show her. I want to show her this work. I look through my notes and folder but all the important documents are gone. Someone took them! I know it was Grandpa. He wants to have me assassinated so no one finds out about these findings. I tell Cara that if something happens to me, to contact police and tell them it was Grandpa.
I immediately leave and meet up with other friend Kara, who's in my cohort. We go to the bookstore to get some books for class but we've gone to the wrong bookstore. So we run to the other bookstore, which once we enter has become part bookstore, part changing room.
And then... I wake up.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
stolen purse
I'm at the UCI gym wanting to go for a run on the track but there are about 40-50 people on the track looking down at the basketball courts because there's some sort of tournament going on.
I see some of my high school friends playing basketball, Joey and Randy, I wonder what they're doing there.
I walk up these stairs to get on the track and as I'm about to start my jog after the crowd of people, people start to spread out. The tournament has apparently ended. I'm walking with the crowd towards a hallway to go outside when I notice out of the corner of eye, a man holding a purse that looks exactly like mine. At first, I think nothing of it but I realize that I have never seen anyone with a purse that looked like mine. I stare at the purse and while he's holding it, it's kind of open so I peek in and I see my insurance paperwork and my wallet. It IS my purse.
I go up to him, "Um.. excuse me, can I see that?" as I grab my purse back. He willingly gives it back to me. This man is a mid-30 year old White man, tall, greyish hair. He tells me, "I didn't want to, he made me. It's my first time doing this." I check my wallet, some money is still left and my credit card and debit card is still there. I patiently ask him, pretending to befriend him, "Ok.. that's fine. Are you just holding it for him? Did he pay you to just hold on to it? What did the guy look like? You can tell me.. I won't press charges. Was he young? Was he old?"
And then... I wake up.
I walk up these stairs to get on the track and as I'm about to start my jog after the crowd of people, people start to spread out. The tournament has apparently ended. I'm walking with the crowd towards a hallway to go outside when I notice out of the corner of eye, a man holding a purse that looks exactly like mine. At first, I think nothing of it but I realize that I have never seen anyone with a purse that looked like mine. I stare at the purse and while he's holding it, it's kind of open so I peek in and I see my insurance paperwork and my wallet. It IS my purse.
I go up to him, "Um.. excuse me, can I see that?" as I grab my purse back. He willingly gives it back to me. This man is a mid-30 year old White man, tall, greyish hair. He tells me, "I didn't want to, he made me. It's my first time doing this." I check my wallet, some money is still left and my credit card and debit card is still there. I patiently ask him, pretending to befriend him, "Ok.. that's fine. Are you just holding it for him? Did he pay you to just hold on to it? What did the guy look like? You can tell me.. I won't press charges. Was he young? Was he old?"
And then... I wake up.
Friday, March 25, 2011
butterfly and flower tattoos
I'm talking to my best friend Catherine and she's showing me her new tattoos. It's covering her left shoulder and part of her arm. She looks super bad ass.
But as I look closer, the beautiful bright colors are what I realize butterflies and flowers.
All I can think to say to her is, "Really?? Butterflies and flowers?!" and she just smiles at me. I look even closer and the petals on the flowers are 3-D. Not 3-D looking but actually popping out and bumpy 3-D status. It's so weird but I can touch them. It's apparently the cool thing to do with tattoos and costs a lot of money.
And then... I wake up.
But as I look closer, the beautiful bright colors are what I realize butterflies and flowers.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
wrong class
It's Week 9 and finals week is coming up.
I have Professor Bickford and right after, she teaches another class. I got confused and kept sitting in the same class and had her twice. I then realize that I've been in the wrong class since Week 2. I begin to freak out because that means I've been missing the other class since then. I quickly walk out of Professor Bickford's class and go next door to the correct class. She's passing back quizzes and papers, of which I had not taken because I was in the wrong class.
I panic and wonder how the heck I'm going to be able to read 6 weeks worth of readings and make up all my papers and quizzes in one week before finals week.
And then... I wake up.
I have Professor Bickford and right after, she teaches another class. I got confused and kept sitting in the same class and had her twice. I then realize that I've been in the wrong class since Week 2. I begin to freak out because that means I've been missing the other class since then. I quickly walk out of Professor Bickford's class and go next door to the correct class. She's passing back quizzes and papers, of which I had not taken because I was in the wrong class.
I panic and wonder how the heck I'm going to be able to read 6 weeks worth of readings and make up all my papers and quizzes in one week before finals week.
And then... I wake up.
Friday, March 18, 2011
2 best friend twins?
I wake up in my room [but I'm still dreaming.. totally Inception status] because someone stepped on my air mattress. Laying next to me is my best friend's boyfriend, Daniel, but because I'm still dazed from just having woken up, I think it's my boyfriend Alex, since he flew to Ohio today [which is actually true]. So I'm wondering how Daniel/Alex got to my room and I ask him, "What? How did you get here? You were supposed to call me so I could pick you up?!" And he answers, "I just wanted you to sleep so I took a cab over here".. Now, during this time I can see it's Daniel's face but I still think it's Alex. And then Daniel is about to give me a hug and that's when I realize, "Uhhh.. what the hell? You're not Alex!"
So I stand upright and I can tell he's holding his laugh in. He says, "Don't worry, Catherine doesn't mind.." And I get out of my bed freaking out, when I see Catherine heading to my bathroom. They were pulling a prank on me. So I'm knocking on the bathroom door telling Catherine to come out but she won't. I open my door and go outside into the hallway, thinking "Is this a dream?" So I jump up and down trying to wake myself up if it is a dream.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Catherine.. I'm so confused. "Wait, didn't you just go to the bathroom? How did you get out here?" So I take Catherine by the hair [haha, sorry baby], and I open my bathroom door... Lo and behold.. TWO Catherines! That's when I remember that Catherine had told me before that one of her friends got surgery to look like her so they can look like twins [freaking weirdos]. At first, I can't tell them apart but within 5 minutes, the Catherine who went to the bathroom looks different and I know that MY Catherine is the one I have by the hair.
And then... I wake up.
So I stand upright and I can tell he's holding his laugh in. He says, "Don't worry, Catherine doesn't mind.." And I get out of my bed freaking out, when I see Catherine heading to my bathroom. They were pulling a prank on me. So I'm knocking on the bathroom door telling Catherine to come out but she won't. I open my door and go outside into the hallway, thinking "Is this a dream?" So I jump up and down trying to wake myself up if it is a dream.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Catherine.. I'm so confused. "Wait, didn't you just go to the bathroom? How did you get out here?" So I take Catherine by the hair [haha, sorry baby], and I open my bathroom door... Lo and behold.. TWO Catherines! That's when I remember that Catherine had told me before that one of her friends got surgery to look like her so they can look like twins [freaking weirdos]. At first, I can't tell them apart but within 5 minutes, the Catherine who went to the bathroom looks different and I know that MY Catherine is the one I have by the hair.
And then... I wake up.
rehab
I'm walking with my parents towards a huge building. I'm apparently checking in to this rehab center because I'm an alcoholic. My parents are really supportive and walk with me [weird]. Apparently, this other girl and I are the "new incoming members" so we walk into this gym-like building and there are posters and balloons welcoming us [weirder]. We both sit down with our family members and while this man was making a speech introducing us to the program, all I could think of was, "I don't have a problem! I'm not an alcoholic.. wait, or am I? Why then am I here?"
Then out of nowhere, the man announces something and 20-30 people come through the doors. These people were that girl's friends, family, neighbor, etc.. and they were showing their support by being there. I thought to myself.. "Ho.ly....crap. My friends are coming through the door next, aren't they?" And yes, they did. Although the only faces I could recognize were my friends Christy and Naz. Christy was super loud, yelling "Yeahhh Lydie!" I couldn't believe it, I was so embarrassed and ashamed that now all these people knew I was in rehab. The "orientation" is over and I walk my parents out to their car to say goodbye. I feel like crying cause I don't know how long I'll be staying here.
And then... I'm in another dream.
And then... I'm in another dream.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
cookies
I'm indoors somewhere running around trying to finish errands and chores. Then, a friend comes up to me with a tray of oven baked cookies and asks me if I want one. Um.. duhr, I say, yes. But unfortunately, my hands are full so I can't grab one at that moment. BUT.. I know that if I don't grab one now they'll all be gone.
So I'm debating what to do as a hoard of people are already begin to swarm her. So she only has one left, which is hers and I'm just standing there watching her eat it. She asks me if I want a bite and since my hands were still full, she brings the giant cookie to my mouth so I can take a bite.
It was the most delicious cookie I've ever tasted. It was warm and chocolate chip, BUT.. it had peanut butter filling. I don't even know how or why.. but I just know it tasted so good.
And then... I wake up.
So I'm debating what to do as a hoard of people are already begin to swarm her. So she only has one left, which is hers and I'm just standing there watching her eat it. She asks me if I want a bite and since my hands were still full, she brings the giant cookie to my mouth so I can take a bite.
It was the most delicious cookie I've ever tasted. It was warm and chocolate chip, BUT.. it had peanut butter filling. I don't even know how or why.. but I just know it tasted so good.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
pimple
I'm in a family clinic waiting room or something along those lines. I realize I have a huge pimple on my forehead so I look for the restrooms to go and pop it. A man walks out of the restrooms and I automatically start to go in, then I stop myself, and I look at the door to see if that bathroom is for male or females. The sign is not a symbol of a male or female, it's that of a family. So I think, "Neat, restrooms for family, I can go in there too.."
As I'm walking in, a little girl is following me into the restroom when her mom grabs her and tells her to leave me alone and let me go to the restroom. The bathroom is gorgeous with a bunch of cosmetic products out for everyone to use. I look in the mirror and the pimple is kind of huge so I squeeze it and pop it. [Not gonna lie, this is about to get gross..]. A bunch of pus comes out and it doesn't stop. Every time I squeeze it, more comes out. So I wipe it and leave the restroom.
I'm now outside on the patio at a concert, still covering up my pimple that won't stop squeezing out pus, and my mom is there with me. I can see each person's faces in the audience even though they are really far from me. I recognize a couple of faces. We're waiting for the band to come out so meanwhile, everyone is swaying their bodies back and forth so that overall, it looks kind of cool. But the whole time I do this, I'm scared that the railing we're leaning on will fall over.
And then... I wake up.
As I'm walking in, a little girl is following me into the restroom when her mom grabs her and tells her to leave me alone and let me go to the restroom. The bathroom is gorgeous with a bunch of cosmetic products out for everyone to use. I look in the mirror and the pimple is kind of huge so I squeeze it and pop it. [Not gonna lie, this is about to get gross..]. A bunch of pus comes out and it doesn't stop. Every time I squeeze it, more comes out. So I wipe it and leave the restroom.
I'm now outside on the patio at a concert, still covering up my pimple that won't stop squeezing out pus, and my mom is there with me. I can see each person's faces in the audience even though they are really far from me. I recognize a couple of faces. We're waiting for the band to come out so meanwhile, everyone is swaying their bodies back and forth so that overall, it looks kind of cool. But the whole time I do this, I'm scared that the railing we're leaning on will fall over.
And then... I wake up.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Conan O'Brien
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
drug dealers
I'm walking to enter my school's student center [though it looks more like a mall]. As I'm about to enter through these huge glass doors, I look up and I see writing all over the glass windows of this student center. The writing was apparently a warning from Drug Dealer #1 (DD1) that he would find Drug Dealer #2 (DD2) and kill him because DD2 owed DD1 a crapload of money [did that make sense? haha].
So I enter the place and this drug dealer follows me into the building. He's trying to get my attention by calling me but I ignore him. He then walks next to me and starts talking to me, I tell him I don't know what he's talking about and keep walking towards a set of different leveled escalators.
I just want to get away from this drug dealer because I have a feeling he's DD2 and I don't want to be around when DD1 shoots him. So I'm about to get on the escalator when this drug dealer grabs my shirt. I turn around and yell, "Get the F*** off of me!!" and I go down the escalators. I then realize that I went to the wrong floor because this is where the movie theater is located but that's not where I'm meeting someone.
I try to get back upstairs but the escalators are all going the wrong way so I don't know which one to get on.
And then... I wake up.
So I enter the place and this drug dealer follows me into the building. He's trying to get my attention by calling me but I ignore him. He then walks next to me and starts talking to me, I tell him I don't know what he's talking about and keep walking towards a set of different leveled escalators.
I try to get back upstairs but the escalators are all going the wrong way so I don't know which one to get on.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
a crush revealed
My friend, "Bob" [who's actually one of my friends but I won't mention his real name] just picked me up in his car from somewhere. He takes me to campus and we're walking together. I have no idea where he's taking me. We go on campus and walk up this grassy hill and I can feel his awkwardness. I'm wondering what's wrong with him. As we're climbing the hill, I start to see a bunch of notebook papers and posters taped to wooden sticks that are planted in the grass. They all form a small circle.
As we continue to walk up the hill, Bob hands me a crinkled notebook paper. As I open it, Bob puts his hands on my shoulder. The note says, "Lydie, I have one more thing to give you." I look at him and he has this shy, embarrassed smile on his face. We continue walking up and we finally get to all those planted signs. I scan through them and I realize, Bob made all this for me. This was his way of telling me he liked me. But for some reason, I look at all the signs and they're facts about war, China, immigration, and other random political topics. Somehow, I still feel like this is his way of telling me he likes me [weird, I know].
Because he set this up in the middle of campus, other students are walking by and looking at it. He invited all my friends, from Cali and my cohort, and everyone's eating from this buffet table. Bob had quietly left me to read all of the signs and posters. I'm talking to my friends and I see Bob talking to someone away from the crowd, looking up to stare at me once in awhile. I can't hear him but I just know that he's telling his friend how he hopes I like what he did for me. My friends ask, "Well, what are you gonna do??! He did all this for you!" and I say, "I don't know.. I feel so bad, I have a boyfriend."
And then... I wake up.
Because he set this up in the middle of campus, other students are walking by and looking at it. He invited all my friends, from Cali and my cohort, and everyone's eating from this buffet table. Bob had quietly left me to read all of the signs and posters. I'm talking to my friends and I see Bob talking to someone away from the crowd, looking up to stare at me once in awhile. I can't hear him but I just know that he's telling his friend how he hopes I like what he did for me. My friends ask, "Well, what are you gonna do??! He did all this for you!" and I say, "I don't know.. I feel so bad, I have a boyfriend."
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
pedophile
This "banquet" is now a presentation for Postsecret and the founder, Frank, instructs us to get up and share one of our secrets to the room. After doing so, we were then allowed to sit down [awkward]. One girl starts, then another, but eventually everyone pretends they've talked and just sits down. It's over so I head out. I'm in Teacher's College and as I'm walking down the stairs, I see a playground on the same level I'm on, the 6th floor. I go outside and it's beautiful, trees and murals everywhere. I walk down the stairs and at the lowest level is a playground FILLED with HUNDREDS of little kids! It felt like a water amusement park.
Then I walk through these hundreds of kids and spot a creepy man talking to a little girl who's hugging the fence. I'm facing them and listening but they don't notice me. The man is trying to tell the little girl to come with him but an older woman next to the little girl tells her not to. The man walks away and I ask the lady, "Why don't you get this man out of here? Kick him out!! He's obviously a pedophile!" And she answers, "I can't.. he's not a registered sex offender. He's always been around here. We don't have physical evidence against him. We have no proof. We can't do anything. There are some security around though if anything does happen." And she points towards 1 man whose back is turned while he's watching the hundreds of kids he's surrounded with.
I walk a little further and I spot the man again and tell him, "You pedophile, get the **** out of here." He looks at me with a creepy smile and I jump in the pool, fully clothed, to get to the other side. As I'm swimming, [slowly, like in all dreams] I keep looking back to keep an eye on the man, I then see him tug on a little girl's shirt, telling her to come with him. Nobody is watching and I'm in the middle of the pool, surrounded by kids, so I can't scream cause no one will hear me, but I'm too far to swim back. I keep swimming and keep looking back. Then all of a sudden, I look back, and the man and the little girl are both gone into the crowd.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
guns
I think I'm a cop... or some sort of detective, or maybe just a regular bystander. I'm walking behind this group of teenagers who look extremely suspicious. They keep looking back but it seems that I'm invisible because they look past me. Then, one of the kids says something along the lines, "Man, let's get rid of this, I don't want to get in trouble." His friends tell him not to, but while they walk ahead, he lags a little behind and throws a gun away inside a trash can.
All I can think of is, catch these kids, they're up to no good. I look into the trash can and there's the gun. I forget if I pick it up or leave it there but I continue to follow these kids. They turn a corner or go behind a wall..
And then... I wake up.
And then... I wake up.
Friday, February 11, 2011
waves
[First, a little background. Last year, my best friend and I volunteered at Catalina and the program director's sister is this girl named Kyla Langen, who's the most laid back girl I've ever met. Little did we know until after the trip that she's actually a professional surfer!]
I'm in my studio and Kyla and this other girl are there. They've been staying at my place for awhile and it was time for them to pack up and leave. I opened my curtains and the beach is literally right outside. The waves are GIGANTIC.
I'm actually a little scared they'll destroy my house, but I just watch them in amazement. Then, I hear Kyla tell the girl, "Come on, I didn't teach you the whole time we lived here, so I'll teach you how to surf right now!!" I thought to myself, "Are you crazy?? You're gonna teach her..in these waves?? She'll die!" But part of me wanted to go too, so I went and got ready. [It's not often you can say you were taught how to surf by a professional surfer]. But then, my doorbell rings and I look through the peephole.
It's my friend from high school, Jamie and her fiance [whom I've never met!]. I let them in and they wanted to surprise me and tell me goodbye before leaving. Though I don't know where they were leaving. Her fiance compliments how great my apartment looks and keeps talking and the whole time, I just think to myself.. "Wait.. I haven't met you. We need to introduce ourselves to each other first!" haha.
And then... I wake up.
I'm in my studio and Kyla and this other girl are there. They've been staying at my place for awhile and it was time for them to pack up and leave. I opened my curtains and the beach is literally right outside. The waves are GIGANTIC.
It's my friend from high school, Jamie and her fiance [whom I've never met!]. I let them in and they wanted to surprise me and tell me goodbye before leaving. Though I don't know where they were leaving. Her fiance compliments how great my apartment looks and keeps talking and the whole time, I just think to myself.. "Wait.. I haven't met you. We need to introduce ourselves to each other first!" haha.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, February 7, 2011
late to class
I'm in a living room with a bunch of girls I don't know and one of my guy friends from Cali, Carlitos. It looks like some sort of meeting. We're all sitting on a couch and this guy walks in. He's apparently a prince and all the girls have to curtsy to him in whichever way your favorite Disney princess does it [what the fffuh..?]. I pick Pocahontas so I don't have to do the whole curtsy thing and all I have to do is wave my hand in a circle.
Before I do that, Carlitos gets up and gets his bag pack and that's when I realize we're late to class!!!
We rush downstairs and go inside the classroom. It's all dark. I panic because I'm thinking that I had a class earlier, but completely forgot about it because I was in that meeting. I ask one of the girls what the class was about and she responds, "Don't worry, you didn't miss out on much, just read.. a lot, and there's a final paper due tomorrow." Great. But I look in my planner and realize I actually didn't have class. Then, I look to the front of the room, it's still dark mind you, and I see my professor. I've supposedly had him before and I hate him [but I've never seen this man before]. He begins lecturing..
And then... I wake up.
We rush downstairs and go inside the classroom. It's all dark. I panic because I'm thinking that I had a class earlier, but completely forgot about it because I was in that meeting. I ask one of the girls what the class was about and she responds, "Don't worry, you didn't miss out on much, just read.. a lot, and there's a final paper due tomorrow." Great. But I look in my planner and realize I actually didn't have class. Then, I look to the front of the room, it's still dark mind you, and I see my professor. I've supposedly had him before and I hate him [but I've never seen this man before]. He begins lecturing..
And then... I wake up.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
scorpion
I'm in this computer lab with a couple of my friends in my cohort [can't remember exactly who] and other people I don't know. All of a sudden, I feel something go up my arm, I pull up my sleeve and it's a tiny baby scorpion. I flick it off but it's too late, it already stung me. All of a sudden, I feel this huge pain in my arm and where the scorpion stung me becomes bumpy and red.
My mom is there and I'm crying about the pain because it feels like my entire arm is on fire and throbbing non-stop. She looks at it and tries to squeeze the poison out, which only makes it hurt more. There's a scratch, where apparently the scorpion's stinger scratched me, so my mom is trying to get the poison out through that opening, but it only makes me bleed.
All of a sudden, all these people are researching online about this sting, the symptoms, and what I need to make it better [thanks for taking me to the hospital, guys?]. Then, my friend, Lia, comes in and is wondering what everyone's working on and when they tell her, she acts bored [what a friend, haha].
And then... I wake up.
All of a sudden, all these people are researching online about this sting, the symptoms, and what I need to make it better [thanks for taking me to the hospital, guys?]. Then, my friend, Lia, comes in and is wondering what everyone's working on and when they tell her, she acts bored [what a friend, haha].
And then... I wake up.
Friday, February 4, 2011
books in a backyard
I'm in what is supposed to be my apartment with my boyfriend. I'm so excited that he's finally arrived here. [My boyfriend is coming to visit me in 2 weeks!!!]. Unfortunately, I realize that it's already the day before he leaves, which means he's leaving tomorrow. A bunch of my friends are over and we look outside of my patio to find my neighbor's backyard filled with thousands of books everywhere.
A couple of people are looking through the books, so my friends and I decide to go down and look at them too. Then, I realize that my patio door is a 2-sided mirror [like in cop rooms where they interrogate people]. So my friends and I are having fun with that.. we're being silly and messing around. Then, I look out my patio and it's now just flat land, but rocky, and there are these huge crevices..
And then... I wake up.
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