Monday, October 5, 2009

Pod People

Okay, my memory may be a bit off in terms of pod people, but aren't they supposed to dispose of the original hosts? Last night my pod people were the dumbest aliens ever. Not only did they not kill the humans they copied, they walked around side-by-side with them as if they suddenly had a twin no one knew about. And for some weird reason, the human went along with it. So instead of just having aliens chase me about to make me another victim, I had both alien and human counterpart doing it at the same time.

...hmm...maybe the podsters weren't so dumb afterall.

And to the humans I recognized in my dream...TRAITORS!

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Friday, September 11, 2009

Video Game

Last night was exhausting. I kept dying.

Yes. Sometimes people dream that they are dying in their dream, but wake up before or as it occurs. It seems to be rare that one actually experiences death not only once, but over and over again in the same dream.

It felt like I was stuck in a bad video game. After my first death, I immediately was thrust back to the starting point again. And of course, I remembered that I had just died, so I took a different path. But alas, I died again...and again. Every path I took repeated the same fate until my alarm woke me up.  I'm curious to how long I would have endured this if I was able to sleep in. Would one of the deaths have been so extreme it would have jolted me back to life?

I'm really tired this morning.

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Holograms

Last night I watched the coolest movie trailer ever. Forget 3-D, this one was a hologram, sorta virtual reality that allowed the viewer to stand within the action. Uber-cool. (yes, I said uber).

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

Foreshadowing

Alright, I've spent a good portion of my life experiencing déjà vu due to my dreams. This was particularly active when I was a child and sporadic now as an adult. I use to dream things that would happen the very next day. Now, the time frame's enlarged, but I always remember dreaming it when I see it in real life.

Unlike most people, I remember 95% of my dreams in great detail (obviously, this is a dream blog). Almost every night of my childhood I would dream something that would in fact happen the next day. And it wasn't simple things I would come to expect, like a particular individual flipping out over a pop test or a bully picking on one of the socially-neglected children. No, it was always something out of the ordinary. Something like my sister bringing home a parakeet one day because it attacked her on the head at swim practice one summer morning.

Most of my déjà vu moments are just snippets in time. I briefly end up freezing where I am because everything around me is suddenly familiar. Like someone saying the exact phrase I expected in the conversation at the same moment I expected a particular commercial to be airing on the television. Not too impressive, right? But what if the individual saying it is some stranger in the TV department at Best Buy that I actually recognize from my dream? It's like a freeze frame. Quite frankly, none of it ever means anything significant to me.

Only at one point in my life did I actually feel telepathic, with no previous warning from a dream. I was just sitting there and all of sudden I became completely overwhelmed with panic for someone I knew. Honestly, I didn't know this person that well. So it surprised me to feel this...and I disregarded it. After all, even if I was capable of some sort of telepathy, wouldn't I be closer to the person in question? I certainly have never had that happen for a family member. The next day I found out that the individual was in the ER and arrived about two hours before I experienced the sensation that they were dead. Sadly, this individual did end up passing away.

Call me clairvoyant, precog, ESP, whatever. Just don't bother asking me for the lottery numbers. I've waited a lifetime for those to pop up and they still haven't!

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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Choose Your Own Adventure

For some reason, there are nights when my mind decides it's not worth the effort to tell me a new bedtime story. Instead, it puts an old dream in the slot and hits play. I've had many repetitive dreams over the years, but one in particular stands out because it's developed into something like those old choose your own adventure books.

As a child, it completely freaked me out because when I entered this dream world, I remembered what was lurking around the next scene. It always began with me standing on the stairs, knowing full well what was waiting for me several floors down. A nasty, ugly witch with warts and bright burnt orange hair, cackling and stirring her cauldron (yes, I know it's stereotypical of me). One night, I just couldn't bare to slink past her anymore and said, "Nuh-uh. Not this time." I found myself doing something I had never been able to do before. I chose to deviate and take a new route, choosing to make a new adventure.

I should have stuck with the witch! There were far worse things waiting for me in this world. Every horror movie I had ever seen was in there somewhere. Freddy Krueger, Jason, Michael Myers, even the Blob had a nice cozy spot next to the docks. Every new horror would wake me up in a panic and every time my mind replayed that dream, I remembered which routes led to which horrors. So I was left trying to decide. Do I go down to the basement and deal with Freddy Krueger or do I go up to the attic and deal with the freak wearing the William Shatner mask? Which would you take? Me? Sorry, I chose hidden option number 3 (this is choose your own adventure guys!) and opted to fling myself out the window to the roof.

Unfortunately, this world holds more horrors I have yet to experience. The only thing I wish I could remember and realize while traveling this dream, is that it would be far safer to travel the routes and horrors I'm already aware of. Cause like I said, there are far worse things out there. What scared me as a child doesn't scare me as an adult and vice versa. Next time, the horror around the corner could be a bill collector. Or worse, Rosie O'Donnell.

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Water Polo and Zombies? Hmm....

Okay, I actually had this dream a few weeks ago, but I just created this website the other night, so I'll tell it now.
Crazy me, I was living in a world divided by simple metal fences. On my side were the normal people. On the other side, half-normal zombie people that knew how to control their appetites. Yet there was still segregation.
I was the only one that freely moved between both worlds. This was because the zombies were not allowed to feed on me. Why? For some reason I cannot even begin to comprehend, I was romantically involved with a zombie that was like their holy man or something. Next thing I know, I've been impregnated by the SOB. And I've gotta tell you, I passed that baby faster than Bella and Edward in Breaking Dawn. Within minutes my little baby was a full size teenage girl. Eek!
At that point I started running, trying desperately to escape. I found myself on a bus out of town where I immediately became part of a fist and tumble fight with some chick. I pull back and realize it's Brenda Villa, my old water polo roomy from the Olympic Training Center when we were like 14 years old. We realize who we're smacking around and both get off the bus in 'normal' town. She goes her way and I wake up.

Someone tell me what the heck my mind was trying to tell me this night!
...gotta invest in a dream dictionary or something... 

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The Crazy Things We Dream

Last week I totally dreamed up a new type of vampire and I can't wait to use it. I won't be able to bring it in til the 4th book (ugh!). I need two of my characters to be in the story and one has yet to join the cast. So this new threat will be the basis for the 4th story.

Why can't I use them before then? Cause the reason I need these two characters is because only they can see them...and there's a supernatural reason for it!

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