GypsyDiver's Dream Bible

Alien Abduction! (SUPER VIVID!)

Last night I dreamed I was abducted by aliens! I know! Slynk told me maybe I really WAS. Freaky thought. Anyway. These aliens took a bunch of humans, seven of us? It was supposed to be an even number, but they screwed up. And they put us on a TV show! A reality TV show where we had to kill each other off. I remember thinking it reminded me of Doctor Who. We were in space, and had a multitude of ways to kill each other. I mostly remember an Asian woman being pushed out into space. It was scary, because none of us wanted to kill each other, but we didn't want to die, either.

I remember almost dying, but there was a reset when the aliens realized they grabbed the wrong number of people. That's when some of the dead people came back and we all realized that they, the aliens, could control life. The people who had died told us they had really EXPERIENCED what it was like to be dead. So we were all pretty uncomfortable about killing other people. I lied, told everyone I was pregnant so they wouldn't kill me. Even though I could be brought back, I didn't want to experience dying like the rest of the people had. So I avoided being killed. I remember being on some deck of the ship and looking out into a star, which was huge and inferno-y. It really scared me, how huge and hot it was.

At the end, the aliens talked about keeping us as pets. They said they could keep us forever then erase our memories and put us back on Earth like no time has passed. I told them if they kept someone, I think it was Slynk, they had to keep me too, and let me visit him. They smiled and said they would, then I woke up.

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Unfinished Alien Religion fragment
(This is unfinished because I wrote all of it, but it was eaten by the word processor. I found it two days later and posted it, as is, to my LJ.)

I think I was an alien invader from another planet, or somesuch. Or I knew people who were. I was pretending to take over a church. I really WAS taking over, but I wasn't as evil as I was pretending to be. It was extremely odd. I forced people to pray by themselves for long periods of time, I ran around converting people and telling them about our choir. The sermon had no hymns, I guess because I don't really know any! And there was a boy who wasn't converted, and I wanted him to be. Sid was there, too. He said something to embarrass me, so I ran off to the boy, and used my 'me' voice, not my pastor/preacher voice. I flirted with him, pulled him on top of me. I remember thinking, 'three breaths,' was the amount of time he has before he was hard, and then I'd know if it worked. I don't remember if I turned him on, but I did convert him.

These were all posted on my Livejournal, and I'm posting them in the reverse order than I had them in.

Origin of Stats

Which brings us to the dream about why Stats is called Stats now. Basically, I had this dream last night. Megan Merrill, of all people, was driving me around this new town (where all my OLD friends lived! how fun...) that had this great, enclosed stone architecture. There were coffee shops and used book stores and this fountain in the middle of town. It was pretty cold because we were in the mountains. I had started going to school there, so mom came up to visit. Guess who else went to school there! Stats, of course! Anyway, I went hiking with Stats and mom, and it was fun... then Stats and I went back down to class. My mom called me when we got there and said she was a little lost. I asked if Stats and I should help her, but she said she was fine, just that she'd be late for dinner or something. Anyway. So Stats and I talked about how ze was sick? Whatever it was, ze was having a hard time at school. I recommended ze go to the doctor, but Stats didn't want to miss school. I said ze could get medication and not miss school. Then ze did something adorable. Stats looked around the room and was like, "Hey, everybody? If you could miss a day of school with medication and a doctor's note, would you? Raise your hand if you'd still come to school." A few people did (Specs was in the back row and raised her hand) but when Stats readjusted her question to two days, no one did. Ze looked at me all proud. It was the cutest thing ever! It was like ze was trying to prove a point and had just cited zir sources. I even told zir how adorable it was. So... now I'm calling zir Stats.

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Rodney Fragment

Last night, I dreamed that I was an assistant to Rodney McKay. I kept screwing up his drink orders and everything he wanted. I think that's typical. Rodney in the dream was just like Atlantis Rodney. I woke up grinning.

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Ron Fragment

I dreamed I was in love with Ron Weasley. Weird, because I've liked Rupert since sixth grade, but never Ron. Anyway, he was tall and I was hugging onto him. I don't think he liked me back, and it broke my heart. There were aliens! (What a surprise.) There were to kinds of ships, the usual small rockets and some big black balloon looking things. I remember thinking the balloons must be "ours" for some reason. The dream was hard to follow even when I was asleep.

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Movie Premiere

I dreamed that Slynk and I went to a movie premiere. We had played some part in the making of it. The theatre was this huge building, vertical. He, mom and I kept climbing all the way to the top. It was late. It might have been a showing at dawn or something. When were just about to the top of the building, Slynk sits at this patio table and starts texting. He tells me he's meeting this other girl here, and he's in love with her. I say, I guess that means we're through and he nodded. It was pretty depressing.

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Office Drama - Partial Lucid!

Slynk, Sid and I all worked in the same building. It was big and covered in glass. All the outer walls were glass. It was very modern. I kept running around doing work. I'm not sure what my job was, but I worked with Sid a lot, and not with Slynk. Eventually, I told Sid off because I think he was hitting on me. Slynk showed up, and I went lucid for a minute. I looked down at my hands and did a reality check. I tried sticking my finger through my hand. I could tell I was waking up, so I didn't want to look too hard at my hands. I did another RC, this time holding my nose. I could breathe, so I had confirmation. I felt like I was waking up, and as I looked at my hands, the dream shifted. I lost lucidity. I was in Sid's office again. Now it was night. We had a conversation that I don't remember at all, but he started telling me he loved me. I said, "No. Slynk," like I was trying to turn him into Slynk. I kept saying it, and eventually Sid grabbed my arm. He pulled me for a while, really hard. It started to hurt! Then I woke up. My arm was around Slynk in bed, we'd fallen asleep that way, so that was why I felt like he was pulling my arm. It was a nice way to wake up!

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Barack Obama super fragment?

Last night I dreamed of Barack Obama. We were in the past and he owned a railroad company.

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There are more, but I'll post them separately since they're pretty epic.