The one with many parts
I had a lot of dreams last night, each different. I won't be going in order, but then again, it doesn't matter since they aren't connected. =D
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I was in Australia with a bunch of people, it was the 1930's. It was kinda like a movie actually. There was a big open place by the ocean and then a building that I think was a stadium or concert hall. It had a lot of seats. Anyways. I was walking with someone when these planes came across the sea and started shooting at us with turrets. Everyone started screaming and ran into this concert hall thing to take cover. Trouble was, there wasn't many places to hide and it had a lot of windows. I tried to dodge the bullets and then there was a break where we were trying to find a closet or something to hide in. Then all of a sudden, as I'm turning to go into where the seats are to hide under them, the firing starts again and I'm hit in the back of my shoulder. Shoulder blade I think? I've never been shot in a dream before and it hurt REALLY bad. D: Anyways, the planes leave and there happens to be a doctor right there, who I think was Shea, my OC doctor, I'm not sure. He looked like him. O: Anyways, I tell him I was hit and he says "Nah. You'll live. You just have a bruise and four bullet holes in you. Then I hear someone yell "GOOD. I HOPE THE AMERICANS BLOW THOSE JAPS UP!" because it was the Japanese firing at us. o.o
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Dang it! I can only remember two parts right now. D: Oh well.
This one was a Disneyland one. (MELISSA. D:<)
So I was standing at the gate of Disneyland with Melissa, talking about how we were going to go straight to Splash Mountain when they let us in. I think I said something like "And you know what will happen when we do? My dreams of going to Disneyland with you and not going on Splash Mountain will stop!" (:| YEAH RIGHT.) So they open the gate and we start running towards it and find there is a big line and it's getting dark out. In the end, we don't go on it. (duh.) Instead we decide to go to the Haunted Mansion, which I hate. My sister magically appears along with two other people. Melissa is gone and these two people we're with are all excited and sit with each other. I sit with my sister and she's all freaked out. I tell her, I don't know what's going to happen since it's the Halloween version of the ride. So we go on this epic ride journey thing and end up battling this Asian guy, who I think was the guy from Pirates 3. Anyways, He makes this speech which sounds a lot like Team Rocket's little saying and I tell him that. He gets mad at me and brings out this laptop and enters my email address into this form and I get pissed because he just gave the world my email. The lady in the glass ball walks out and punches him in the face and then apologizes to me. And then the ride is over and so is my dream.
&fin
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
10.9.10--A lesson in Grace
The one with the Dentist
Before I begin, I want to give some background info on some of the references I make.
I think this dream was based heavily on the show Reba. If you haven't see it, it's basically about Reba and how her husband divorces her because he got his Dental Hygienist pregnant. Anyways, Reba has three kids. But the one I'm focusing on is her middle child, Kyra. A basic outline of her personality is that she's sarcastic and kind of mean.
Now. Onto the dream!
Apparently I am Kyra. I don't look like her, I look like myself. But I act like her. And my dad is a Dentist or something. Now the real me hates the Dentist. It scares me. So in the dream, I'm having my teeth cleaned or something at my dad's practice, he's not cleaning them though. His new partner is. It's this young guy with black hair and a white coat. I guess he finds something wrong like I have a cavity or something and then he finds out that I have this rare disease called something that starts with a D. He jumps up and rushes out to tell my dad. BYTHEWAY. My dad is Brock from Reba. xD Anyways, for some reason I get up and go to where they're talking. And the new partner is like "She needs surgery immediately!" And my dad's like "WHAT. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN?" So he disappears and the partner goes back to the room and I follow, making sarcastic comments to him. Finally he tells me to shut up and at this point, I hate this guy. So I continue to show how much I dislike him. I go into the other room and into the bathroom to cry. Because at this point I'm scared to death. Surgery+the dentist=absolute horror.
There are people outside the bathroom that have come to take me into surgery, but instead I start brushing my teeth. The wait and then when I come out they take me to the room which was my mom's bathroom. =D The lights are off and the guy is in there, they're random candles. And I go "Your going to turn the lights on right?" in a mean voice. And he shoots back "No. I'm not." and then says something snarky about drilling my head instead of my mouth or something. I drop my bag and sit down on the floor against the wall and watch as he cleans the tools he's going to use. I think that I have to tell him I'm scared before his assistants come. So I do it.
"I think you should know something."
He pauses, a knife in his hand.
"I freaking hate the dentist." I say.
"Since when?"
"Since Forever!" I say irritated.
Then I start crying and put my head on my knees. When I look up again he's right in front of me bent down. "It will be okay." he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
So I get up and sit in the chair because the assistant came back. They give me laughing gas and I fall asleep.(I've never had laughing gas, so I guess that's why in my dream they put an oxygen mask on me and I fell asleep because I've only had surgery.)
When I wake up in my dream, I'm in my room and I walk out into the guy's office(since apparently, my room is connected to it. =D). I walk in and he and a few other people are painting the walls. I overhear him say: "yeah. She wouldn't stop talking." and then he sees me and I ask what happened.
"Oh. We didn't do the surgery because you kept talking to us. You asked me why the stapler cussed you out."
I look at him weird and pick a paint brush up. I start to paint, but it's coming out really light and watery. I look at what kind of paint he's using and it says "cooking paint." apparently for cookies and cakes. So I go and get him some real paint and he goes "You didn't need to do that." and I said "Yes. Yes I do."
then it ended. D:
After having this dream, it made me realize something they were talking about in Church last week. Grace. It's when you do something or love someone even thought they don't deserve it.
This man had grace towards me, even thought I was mean and hateful towards him. He comforted me and told me everything would be okay. He could have just said "Whatever. Get over it." but he didn't.
and some of you may think "Well. it was your dream! You made it happen!" No. I didn't. Because I can't decide what I dream. If I could, I never would have thought of this dream.
&fin
Before I begin, I want to give some background info on some of the references I make.
I think this dream was based heavily on the show Reba. If you haven't see it, it's basically about Reba and how her husband divorces her because he got his Dental Hygienist pregnant. Anyways, Reba has three kids. But the one I'm focusing on is her middle child, Kyra. A basic outline of her personality is that she's sarcastic and kind of mean.
Now. Onto the dream!
Apparently I am Kyra. I don't look like her, I look like myself. But I act like her. And my dad is a Dentist or something. Now the real me hates the Dentist. It scares me. So in the dream, I'm having my teeth cleaned or something at my dad's practice, he's not cleaning them though. His new partner is. It's this young guy with black hair and a white coat. I guess he finds something wrong like I have a cavity or something and then he finds out that I have this rare disease called something that starts with a D. He jumps up and rushes out to tell my dad. BYTHEWAY. My dad is Brock from Reba. xD Anyways, for some reason I get up and go to where they're talking. And the new partner is like "She needs surgery immediately!" And my dad's like "WHAT. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN?" So he disappears and the partner goes back to the room and I follow, making sarcastic comments to him. Finally he tells me to shut up and at this point, I hate this guy. So I continue to show how much I dislike him. I go into the other room and into the bathroom to cry. Because at this point I'm scared to death. Surgery+the dentist=absolute horror.
There are people outside the bathroom that have come to take me into surgery, but instead I start brushing my teeth. The wait and then when I come out they take me to the room which was my mom's bathroom. =D The lights are off and the guy is in there, they're random candles. And I go "Your going to turn the lights on right?" in a mean voice. And he shoots back "No. I'm not." and then says something snarky about drilling my head instead of my mouth or something. I drop my bag and sit down on the floor against the wall and watch as he cleans the tools he's going to use. I think that I have to tell him I'm scared before his assistants come. So I do it.
"I think you should know something."
He pauses, a knife in his hand.
"I freaking hate the dentist." I say.
"Since when?"
"Since Forever!" I say irritated.
Then I start crying and put my head on my knees. When I look up again he's right in front of me bent down. "It will be okay." he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
So I get up and sit in the chair because the assistant came back. They give me laughing gas and I fall asleep.(I've never had laughing gas, so I guess that's why in my dream they put an oxygen mask on me and I fell asleep because I've only had surgery.)
When I wake up in my dream, I'm in my room and I walk out into the guy's office(since apparently, my room is connected to it. =D). I walk in and he and a few other people are painting the walls. I overhear him say: "yeah. She wouldn't stop talking." and then he sees me and I ask what happened.
"Oh. We didn't do the surgery because you kept talking to us. You asked me why the stapler cussed you out."
I look at him weird and pick a paint brush up. I start to paint, but it's coming out really light and watery. I look at what kind of paint he's using and it says "cooking paint." apparently for cookies and cakes. So I go and get him some real paint and he goes "You didn't need to do that." and I said "Yes. Yes I do."
then it ended. D:
After having this dream, it made me realize something they were talking about in Church last week. Grace. It's when you do something or love someone even thought they don't deserve it.
This man had grace towards me, even thought I was mean and hateful towards him. He comforted me and told me everything would be okay. He could have just said "Whatever. Get over it." but he didn't.
and some of you may think "Well. it was your dream! You made it happen!" No. I didn't. Because I can't decide what I dream. If I could, I never would have thought of this dream.
&fin
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