giant green laser.

vivian:
some girl is trying to get revenge on my brother. not sure why. we spend the entire dream kind of trying to escape her. or maybe it’s not revenge; maybe she is trying to stop him in his tracks so he won’t do something. don’t remember. all i remember is the last part of the dream although the dream itself was massively long. we were trying to escape her and were in a pool (?), and i guess everything she did was futile (by the way, i think “she” was freaking jennifer aniston), and we’d basically come to the conclusion that she wouldn’t actually be able to stop him. but finally, she says she has a secret weapon, and her secret weapon is this giant green laser. the pool we’re at is like, surrounded by people, and when she pulls it out, everyone kind of gasps. green lasers are kind of weird in real life because some of them have been designed to be so strong that they can make people go blind or they can shoot into the sky for what seems like infinitey. anyway. this particular green laser was bigger than those laser pointers and yet another degree removed, because it could cut people in half, apparently. so. she pulls this green laser weapon out, and we’re like, “oh shit!” and dive towards the bottom of the swimming pool and try to stay there because the lasers are refracted by the water. as i was down there, it seemed like someone — i think my mom, although she was like a white lady, i think — had her voice in my head. it was like she was talking to me psychically, but the things she was saying sounded like thoughts coming straight from her head as opposed to things she was saying to me personally. weird. anyway, the voice was like, hoping i would stay down there because who knows where jennifer aniston would shine the laser and she didn’t want me to be hit by it and cut in half!

anyway, the dream ends there kind of, but then part two shows up. part two is like… the beginning of a new movie, whereas the end of the laser thing (although it doesn’t reach a real conclusion it seems) is the end of the first movie. in the new movie, i’m watching third-person ish, like i’m watching a movie. andy chen and someone else are in a kitchen, and they’re washing dishes. my feet touch the floor of the kitchen and it’s like mud; i’m not really there, i don’t think, because they don’t notice me. they’re talking and saying, “every time we move into a new place, it’s so dirty.” the end.

inspiration: walked by a club with green lasers (like you’d see at a rave) shooting out of its doorway, and i thought it was scary case those things are scary (some green lasers made people go blind at a rave in russia, ha).

get me a damn guitar.

vivian:
new roomies shawn and andrew and i are in a band together. that band is headlining a house show this evening. apparently, i’m the guitarist, which is majorly like WTF because i don’t know how to play the guitar. i’m like, “are you sure this isn’t a mistake? i can’t play!” and they’re like, “yeah, you can! we’ve played a show together before!” but in my dream memory what i’d played before was bass, not guitar. so i’m trying to think back, but no guitar memory comes to mind. and i don’t even know the songs! we haven’t practiced once, so i’m calling for some practice time cause though i can’t play the guitar, i should at least know the songs so i can try. i say that i know the individual guitar strings’ sounds, but not any chords. unfortunately, the sounds i know each string to be in the dream aren’t real sounds but like, manufactured “guitar hero”-type sounds or something that don’t really translate to real life. so we go home, which is wooden-ish and kind of rickity. but no real dice in practicing cause they keep getting easily distracted. it’s all making me mega antsy and nervous, and finally, it’s 8:30pm, and we were supposed to play at 9:00pm or something. so, i’m thinking WTF, but then someone invites us to dinner, and despite having a show and being in a time crunch, we go to dinner at some restaurant, and the dream ends here (i wake up due to the alarm clock).

joseph gordon-levitt!! <3

vivian:
i’m living in this large house with a bunch of roommates, kinda like mihae’s setup. there’s one guy who’s like jude law or something but he’s not exactly. i’m talking to him and he’s about to move out of the house to get a job working as a paraplegic door man or errand boy or something for a company or building full of other paraplegics. so i mean it means he supposedly has no legs, but he actually does have legs. anyway, i try and kiss him but he’s resistant at first and i’m just kind of laying on him facing him. he says something like, “you think one kiss makes you my girlfriend?” and i joke saying, “yeah, now you have to stay with me forever!” and then kinda roll offa him and then that’s that and i think he leaves soon thereafter. this other guy leaves too, and we say bye to him. a new guy moves in. and new guy is JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT!! yayyyyyy! anyway he’s initially really shy and kind of distant but i keep like, hitting on him! in little ways like grabbing his hands and always going to talk to him and stuff, and he is reciprocal. at one point, three of us are sitting in this living room watching television or something and i make a comment about how zooey deschanel can’t really act, and i was going to say that i wasn’t sure about her singing, but i didn’t end up saying it. joseph gordon-levitt kinda looks at me slightly strangely as i’m saying that. but yeah, i dunno, dream ends with us holding hands as someone else is talking to him about something. forget. weird dream, though, cause i was hitting on everyone and their moms.

bumming around in a bathroom!

vivian:
i’m in this bathroom and everyone is trying to get into it. it’s a huge bathroom. not sure what i’m doing but i’m taking forever to get out of it even though i know that people want to get in. someone actually busts in — a group of people, actually — but i’m like naked from my bottom down. weird. i get dressed at some point, but i’m still putzing around. later on, andrew [w] and some of his friends come busting in, and it’s not shocking that people have come in, although it should be, cause they come in from a door i didn’t formerly know existed. weird. aaron’s in there for a second and says something about me moving to portland, to the extent that it’s weird or something. don’t remember.

ghosts, fluttering & overlapping.

vivian:
aaron and i live in some fancy multi-storied house with a white spiral staircase. i think we’re roommates or something. at one point, i’m upstairs and i feel like i’m kind of going crazy. i start seeing all these kid ghosts everywhere, and i’m freaking out. they are relentless — showing up all the time, flying around… they’re so plentiful in number they’re practically overlapping with one another in my vision. i step out of this room where all this crazy shit is happening and go sit on the staircase, hoping it’ll subside there, but it’s like, more vivid than ever. i finally stumble downstairs. i’m looking for aaron’s room and as i’m looking for it, i realize i’ve never been there before, because the house is sooooo huge. there are hella rooms and i have no idea where i’m going. and actually, there are massive numbers of people living there; there are many more people than just aaron and i, but i don’t really know who they are at all. i vaguely think they’re related to him. i’m going in and out of these rooms, catching bits and pieces of their lives, and they see me a little and i them a little, but no words are exchanged. finally, i settle in on sitting in some bedroom. someone i know is there and talking to me. i don’t think i particularly want to talk to him, but i don’t really have a choice, it feels like. finally, aaron pops his head in for a second and i’m like really excited to see him so i can tell him about the ghosts, because i don’t have anyone else around that i can talk to about them (and i guess i don’t want to talk to this guy i’m talking to about them?), but aaron says that he has to go for just a second because his friend is in the hospital and he needs to see them… and i get a flash of what his friend looks like in the hospital, almost as if i’ve already visited him myself. the end.

inspiration: hung out with aaron the previous night and he was definitely running around a lot in and out of rooms, haha.

giant crabb0rt.

vivian:
i’m in the passenger seat of a car that’s driving on the freeway. we pass by a building that’s like a mall, and i see this giant fucking crab poking out the top of the buildings!! it’s huge!! and i point it out to everyone in the car (there’s three other people) and it takes them a while to actually see it. the crab is flicking little tiny people who don’t even look like people off the sides of balconies, and i wonder if this is staged or what. but soon it becomes very clear that it is not staged, there is in fact this giant ass crab infiltrating the city. i start to pull out my camera to take a video, but by the time i pull it out, the crab has become less active and the car is too far away for me to video. someone, i think lenny, makes fun of me for being too slow. we drive away. fast-forward and i’m at home, and i find out via the television (or something) that the giant crab is some kind of government project gone wrong!! DUN DUN DUN!!

land vehicle of doom!

vivian:
there’s some lecture i’ve listened to. don’t remember details, but the guy is kind of crazy, definitely. later on, we’re all in this big wooden warehouse thing for a while. at one point, everyone hears loud noises outside… i open the front door and see that a helicopter is starting to fall out of the sky, so i walk backwards and tell others to do so, also. the helicopter doesn’t hit anyone. i head over to open the front door again, but soon another thing — a land vehicle of some sort that looks really super intimidating — comes by, and i run away from the front door again. this time, this land vehicle plows into the side of this wood and glass building, and we all run to the other side. i run faster than anyone because i actually see this happen… straight out the back door of the place. behind the house is this wooden half-constructed house frame, which i climb, because i figure it is better to fall down a bit after the land vehicle has sliced through the frame than to be on ground level where it can cut straight through me. not sure that it’s actually good logic, but that’s my thoughts at the time. the land vehicle cuts through the wood frame, but i don’t remember falling. next thing i know, i’ve got a whole bunch of things in my hands, which include i THINK, can x-acto blade, a pair of scissors with white plastic handles, and two other largely metal objects which kind of slip my mind. :L the land vehicle has this portion where its gears are that’s open, so i cram all these metal objects in there while it is temporarily sitting still underneath the wood frame. it stops the car although stuff keeps popping out and i’m only slightly sure that it’ll all stay in place enough to stop the gears… i should mention that i KNOW, even though i didn’t see the guy, that the professor or whomever had been just giving the lecture is the person who’s driving the car as well.

marilyn monroe.

vivian:
i have a facial piercing… one of those marilyn monroe ones i hate so much. i take out the piercing, but it doesn’t heal right… it closes, and it doesn’t look like a hole is there anymore, but when you press down on that patch of skin, there’s an indentation, and it feels absolutely disgusting.

people morph and waterslides transform.

vivian:
i’m with nick from couchsurfing, and we go to a movie. jeanette is sitting next to me briefly and she asks if he’s the guy we met this other day at dinner, but evidently, that was peter, who is also from couchsurfing. at one point, nick said something about making dinner sometime even though he was leaving for colorado, and i put my hand on his cheek and kinda pulled his head towards mine so that the sides of our heads touched, and said, “aww.” eventually, he pulls his arm super awkwardly around my shoulder and it seems he is kind of trying to feel down my pants, which is awkward a little, given the setting. i looked over and he is naked on his bottom half. i don’t see anything because his shirt is long and covers things, but i know he’s wearing no pants.

we leave shortly after and pass by this apple grove area that becky and emme own. i switch to an out-of-my-body view and see them picking fruits. before leaving the theatre (way back when), jeanette left but nick said he’d go home with me for cooking purposes. in my mind, it seemed that we had already eaten, although we hadn’t in the dream. he said something about whether chris could hear my bed, and i wondered how he knew chris in the first place. we get there to my house and don’t really go inside for a while. my house is not my actual house; it’s a pretty tall, kind of old, tan-colored apartment building that is nearly as wide as it is tall (although i think it’s slightly taller).

outside, some people have dumped a FUCKLOAD of water on the street at the top of the hill, and it all floods down the streets and sends everyone down the asphalt hill, like a giant waterslide or something. one naked large fat lady in particular stands out. i join the crowd briefly by falling into the water, stomach-first, fully-clothed, but the water fails to move me, even though it’s moving people much larger than me. i go to nick, who is standing on the side of the road, and now he’s not a white dude, but a black dude. we go inside and it’s actually not my house, but a restaurant. i tell nick about the fat naked lady, saying that she had the body of pam, like that painted a perfect picture or something. he’s not black anymore, or white. he’s asian, and he has really long hair flowing down past his shoulders and suddenly, i find myself very unattracted to him.

inspiration: i talked to nick before sleeping… about replacing my camera and some uncertain things.

jogging policeman.

vivian:
i’m in a car, heading north, on a freeway or large road. it feels like i’m driving, but i reckon not, since i’m looking out the passenger hand side and don’t really remember actually grasping a wheel. a policeman is jogging, and he is jogging hilariously. he has grey cut-off sweat pants on his lower half, but is in full uniform from the waist up. he is wearing a long-sleeved tan shirt (highway patrol or something?), which is bizarre since there is the illusion that it is extremely hot outside. the sun is huge in the sky. his jogging is slow-paced, and he is just barely separating his legs, as though they were shuffling along on the pavement (shuffling in jogging form, if one can imagine it). in his left hand, he even fucking has a baton. his elbow is bent as he’s running, and he’s holding the baton upwards loosely. it’s kind of making circles in the air as he’s running. it never goes up past his head. i don’t remember what he looks like. i do remember another car passing by as well, and the girl driving it and i smile at one another.