memorable

Like most of the dreams I've been having lately, I can only seem to remember one particular instance of this dream. I was sitting on the couch in my house with my sister. She had come up to visit me the day before in real life, so upon reflection of the dream, it made sense to me that she would be part of it. In the dream, we were watching a movie; I can't remember which one. Eventually, my housemate, David, whose room is near the main living room in which we were watching the movie, came out of his room with his girlfriend. She started yelling at me and my sister to be quiet and shut the movie off. Now, one thing you must understand about David's girlfriend is that she NEVER gets angry, and certainly would never shout at anyone. She is naturally very well-tempered and mild-mannered. So, you can imagine that this came as quite a shock to me. My sister and I just sat there stunned while she shouted at us. It was so strangely out of character for her to do this; it just would never happen in real life. She herself would admit she has never yelled at anyone before. Well, for the rest of the dream, and I think for a while after I awoke from it, I had this feeling that she was actually furious with me, and that something was wrong. But the next day went on, and of course I eventually realized how hilarious and absurd the dream was. I told her about it and we had a good laugh. Anyway, I'm going to try my darnedest to have a vivid and memorable dream tonight. I've got a full container of apple juice, and I'll set my alarm for 4 AM! Wish me luck!

I had a dream that my family and I were traveling to some sort of event (it may have been the Kentucky Derby or some wine tasting sort of thing). The place at which we arrived was composed of rolling hills and vineyards as far as the eye could see. I'm a bit hazy on the order of the events, but i can remember that I traveled down into an underground shoppe beneath the rolling hills (sort of like a Hobbit home). It was rather quaint and had many strange items which appeared hand made and wooden in nature. There was only one other person in the shoppe besides me: a young woman with brown hair who was running the place it seemed. It is strange in dreams how you can possess an inexplicable attraction to a simple projection of your subconscious; such was the case in this dream of mine. I was drawn to her, and for some unknown reason, I felt the need to speak with an Irish accent to her. Somehow, I was convinced that this would attract her to me, and it did. We kissed and embraced and so forth. (It was so strangely vivid, and i can recall my emotions in the dream almost perfectly still. I imagine this vividness was due to my rather large consumption of apple juice before going to bed that night.) The last thing I remember about the dream was my sisters, who were digging in a part of the underground shoppe for some unknown reason. That's about all I can remember. Isn't it amazing how wonderfully random and creative dreams can be? It seems you can't consciously make this stuff up. So beautiful, one of the mysteries of life.