Aidee's convoluted and senseless dream journal

[aidee]

I hadn't remembered any dreams in a long time. However, I had two dreams last night, one of which was lucid, so I decided to Google some information on lucid dreaming. I've been reading intently all day -- it's 4PM and I'm still not out of bed! It sounds very intriguing. I've also been taking sleeping pills to try to get my circadian rhythm back to normal. Please feel free to try to interpret my dreams or comment freely. 8/3/08 DREAM 1 I don't remember much of it, but I know it was a lucid dream. I figured out I was dreaming because of something painful that either didn't hurt or the person didn't react to it. I think it was a nail being driven through someone's hand. After that, I remember I was astounded that I was able to change around the dream, but I don't remember exactly what I did. I woke up and went online for a little bit before falling back to sleep. Again, I don't remember what I did online even though I was awake. DREAM 2 (this will probably not make any sense) I don't remember the beginning of this dream, but I know I was friends with my neighbor. I think were were young - around 14 or 15 years old. I found out that my closet had a fake wall (Chronicles of Narnia?). I punched through it and found a huge landscape. It was a sort of cavern with an ancient maze (National Treasure?). The maze took a lot of physical dexterity to complete, since we had to govern sailboat and rollerskate through rocks and crazy stuff like that to get to the end. If you do get to the end, a huge wall caves in and you can sail away freely (The Goonies?!). We were running away from my friend's burly father. The friend was leading all the time, doing all the work, really. I was lagging behind and making mistakes on the maze. The father was coming after us and..... ...that's all I remember of it. How anticlimactic, eh?

[aidee]

Before I tell you my dream, here are the facts: I'm 21. I've never gotten married. I woke up at 7AM today, even though I went to sleep at 12AM last night. When I was looking for a new cell phone belt holster for my Blackberry, I told the Verizon store guy that I wanted one that didn't make it look like I was carrying a gun around all the time. My long, dragged-out immigration court case is finally coming up in a few weeks. That'll decide whether or not I can stay in the United States. That's after 9 years of living here, mind you. 8/4/08 - The Illegals, the Hotel Lobby Massacre, and the Midget The dream started out in a huge field. They were rolling hills, but I do remember a distinct tree in the near distance. The hills were full of illegal immigrants, although probably not Mexican. I wasn't myself -- I was an American-looking man. My hair was a lot lighter (maybe a little red?) and I had an unkempt scruff beard. They were rounding up all the immigrants. Although I was an American, I had been living in this land for a while, so I had assimilated with the Latino people. I walked into the nearest hotel (yeah, a hotel in the rolling hills). Some people were looking at newspapers and talking about the immigrants-in-the-rolling-hills news and thought it was reasonable to join their conversation. All of a sudden, my legality was questioned. I so was offended that they began wondering whether or not I loved my wife before she died, implying that I had killed her. I told them I loved her, but they said the evidence pointed otherwise. For example, I was seen carving "I Love You" in trees to various different women. In retaliation, I pulled out a gun and went on a shooting rampage. I was shooting up, causing a huge pandemonium in the hotel lobby, but I don't think I killed anybody. Actually, there were multiple hotel lobbies. They were all connected at the bottom and attached to a mall, I believe. The receptionists didn't seem phased by me at all, but everyone else was running was cover. When I got lost, I asked one of the receptionists what hotel I was at. He told me the name of it -- I don't remember the name, but I know it had a red logo. I was about to ask him how to get back to my hotel (which had a blue logo) when a strong black man dressed in a black suit came in. He said, "Sir, come with me to the [Hotel Name]." He turned around and expected me to follow him, so I did. He also wasn't phased by the fact that I had a gun in my hand. To demonstrate that I didn't intend on shooting anymore, I put my gun in my holster (although it looked more like my Blackberry holster). He escorted me back to the hotel with the blue logo. While I was waiting for the police to get there, I noticed that [someone I know from the Internet who I've never met] was there. He was working as an editor for that hotel-lobbied production company. I think my old real life boss was working there too, or perhaps it was another young-and-pretty girl-boss. Then, a cop came in to arrest me. He had a mustache and kind of looked like the Mexican cop from that Denzel Washington movie where the little girl gets kidnapped. When he was handcuffing me, I could tell that he was being nice because he made them as loose as possible. He was obviously a detective or something since he wasn't wearing the blue uniform. Then I was at court. I talked my case over with my state-appointed midget defense attorney. He was a *very* little man (I'd say he was about 2 to 3 feet tall). While we were talking it over, I realized that he didn't really believe that I wasn't guilty. I'm not sure whether I was being charged for allegedly being an illegal, allegedly killing my wife, or for allegedly killing people at the hotel lobby. When my midget attorney walked away to talk to some of his other clients, I had a chat with some people who were sitting around me in the court room. I talked to my real-life friend's attorney. I don't remember what he looked like or what he said exactly, but I knew that he believed me and everyone thought it was really apparent that he knew a lot more than my midget attorney. I went up to him moments before they called my name and asked if he could represent me, but he told me he was already representing [my real-life church friend]. My friend said he was sorry. Regardless, as soon as they called me up, I fired my midget attorney. I went to shake his hand, but he had to shake my index finger because his hands were so little. I walked up to the defendant's stand. I was obviously nervous and didn't really know what to do, cause I had trouble getting up. The judge began with her legal banter -- she had a Mexican accent (or some other type of Latino accent). She was also relatively young and pretty -- kind of looked like a gubernatorial Eva Longoria. I told her I was going for self-representation. She asked me, "Do you see any editing machines here?" [I'm a video editor in real life]. It was apparent that she didn't know anything about editing because you use ordinary computers to edit, not a special machine as she was describing. The whole time, she was talking to me empathetically; not like I was a child, but like I was a young man who didn't really knowing what he was doing. Whenever possible, she tried to dumb her language down so I can understand. She asked, "Who was your attorney?" "He was..." "Was he a man with a suit? Was he a little man?" "A really little, little man?" "Yeah, a little man? That's Mikhael [SomeCrazyLastName]. He's the one of the best attorneys ever." "The best?" "He's in the top 5." She had a little smirk... the kind of smirk you have when you realize that the gun-toting 21-year-old on your court room really has no idea what he's doing. Then.... ..... ....then someone talking in front of my room woke me up. It was probably the reason why I remembered the dream, but it made my dream REALLY anticlimactic. Again. Sorry, reader.

[apachama]

Dang. Nice dream though.

[aidee]

I haven't had a notable dream for a while... until last night. I had some kind of dream... don't remember what it was about. When I woke up from that, it was still dark out. I had a strange feeling that it could've been a false awakening. I totally forgot about the easy dream tests like flicking a light on or checking the time on your phone... so I tried busting through my window and flying away instead. It seemed logical at the time, but I just ended up hitting my face on the glass. When I went downstairs, my whole family was there. I still thought I might be dreaming, but I didn't wanna look like a fool just in case I was awake. So, I opened the door and discretly tried to fly up. Instead, I just did a really big jump and fell back down, but I realized that I must have been dreaming! I felt so excited -- I tried flying again or teleporting, but I couldn't do either of those. Then I looked up the street and saw a skeleton driving a car, coming after me. I Ang-Lee's-Hulk-jumped over him and up the street. Whenever I was jumping, my teeth clenched down on landing back down. It didn't really hurt, but it was kind of like the feeling you feel when a dentist is removing a tooth with a local anesthetic. Definitely not pleasant, but not painful. I eventually jumped over to a soccer field near my childhood house. I saw a bunch of my current friends there picking teams. In real life, I'm the oldest one in the bunch. In the dream, they were all in their late 30s. They wouldn't let me play because I was 'too young'. When I got bored of that, I jumped to some random hotel nearby. I'm not sure why, but my dad was there and handed me a DVD player he had fixed up. He told me to go bring it back to the house because my mom wanted to watch a movie. I didn't wanna waste any time but I didn't wanna make my dream dad sad. I went to call my sister so she can bring it him instead, but I couldn't get my phone to do it -- I just saw random things like the calendar, my tasks application, Russian letters and stuff. Lastly, I saw an annoying little lap dog barking and felt like I was about to wake up. Then I teleported over to my friend-who-I've-been-talking-to-about-lucid-dreaming's house. I told him in real life that if I ever have a lucid dream, I would ask him what high school he went to. Then, after the dream, he would tell me what school he actually went to and I'd check that with what he said in the dream. He told me which high school he went to... then the stupid real-life dog barking outside woke me up.