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).

meeting anew.

anonymous:
girl one is rushing down the street with a shirt on and no pants. she’s buck ass naked; i don’t know why. i’m walking out from the gym… in some city… in basketball clothes, and i have my normal clothes on me. when i see girl one, i’m like, “wtfff, have my jeans,” so she puts on my jeans there in the middle of the street, and the few people who have their attention on her walk off. the jeans are way too big for her, and she kind of looks like a tlc member from their earlier vids (aka hot). and for some reason, it is as if i hadn’t seen her in a long time… or if we don’t even live in the same place anymore. so we are catching up, right there on the street, and it’s a big city like boston or new york or something. it’s a hot day, and we just sit on the steps where we’d met — some big steps in front of a government-looking building. there’s some degree of affection, and we go somewhere. that’s all i really remember about that part of the dream.

at some other point in the dream — i don’t know when — girl two has been flirting with me, but boy one comes and sits on my lap (??).

ouch.

vivian:
i don’t remember much except a spider about the size of a half dollar is on my right hand. it bites me once there, and i try to shake it off, but to no avail. it climbs onto my left hand and goes up my sleeve and bites me twice more.

interpretation:
to see a spider in your dream indicates that you are feeling like an outsider in some situation. or that you may want to keep your distance and stay away from an alluring and tempting situation. the spider is also symbolic of feminine power. to dream that you are bitten by a spider, represents a conflict with your mother or some dominant female figure in your life. the dream may be a metaphor for a devouring mother or the feminine power to possess and entrap. perhaps you are feeling trapped by some relationship.

assessment of interpretation:
i’m currently in a foreign country, so maybe there’s some truth to it (although i don’t feel particularly out of place). i don’t have the best relationship with my mother, either, but it’s not something that was stressing me out yesterday, although it is stressing me out in general, i guess.

fired.

jeanette:
i’m “let go” from my job, aka fired. i’m devastated, and after pleading with my boss, he says, “no, please leave.” it’s really scary because i often wonder if “cutting it” with my new gig, and in the dream, i’m not. following the firing and devastation, i’m out late at night with some people, and i am teaching them how to vigorously shake parking meters to get the quarters. i fill my pockets with so many quarters! it’s crazy.

inspiration: i have been working crazy hours and although not SUPER stressed out about work, it has definitely been the “it” thing in my life since the team transition.

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.

conning our way through.

jeanette:
i’m with my friend adam and on our way with another guy (didn’t know him) to adam’s “friend’s” house. yes, pay attention to those quotes! so apparently, we get there and i’m clued in — this isn’t just a typical friend visit; there is a mission. so, adam is a con-artist. he meets people in the “industry” (in real life he is in the movie business, ish) and then cons them and steals from their homes.

we head inside this amazing, expensive condo building in los angeles and head to the victim’s place. he is an older white man with an asian wifeey. almost immediately the guy says he is going to go take a shower and the wife talks to us. then it begins. adam is there in sight, with me. and his extra friend (who didn’t come up with us) sneaks in the back door and starts to steal valuables. then as we’re left alone, adam gets a signal that the other guy is done jackin shit so we take off. i, the newb, go for the elevators and lose the guys. we reconvene street level and adam is like, “YOU NEVER TAKE AN ELEVATOR IN THIS SITUATION!” shit, how was i to know!?

we just get in the car and see the dude run out after us. we get away but the rest of the dream, i’m straight freaking out. like, we are going to jail, this is bad bad bad! then as we’re driving away, the guy calls adam and i look at adam when he’s on the phone with the guy he just stole from and i see a look on adam’s face i’ve never seen before. i remember in the dream thinking, man, he looks so… different… sinister. adam is calm and talks to the guy, saying, “what are you talking about? i didn’t take anything. i was with you guys the whole time,” and goes on to continue to be convincing. such a thought-out plan.

part three of wedding!

xinlei:
i run into sherry somewhere, and she’s with her family. she says, “come to this person’s wedding,” and i’m like, “wtf, but i don’t know this person, and i never hang out with you unless vivian is around. is this like cheating on vivian?” and she’s like, “it’s okay, i have two extra dresses, and you can wear one.” and so we go. there’s like three parts to the wedding, and we miss the first two parts (i have no idea why there are three parts). we only make it to the eating part, and we eat and leave. the bride was mad. i think the bride was kind of like, “oh great, sherry, you brought a guest who didn’t even bring a present and she’s eating my food and leaving.” i think there was yogurt and chicken, but i can’t recall. it was a really weird dream. so random!

huge!

jeanette:
i got a huge new tat on my tummy of a mushroom and a big square of dots and other shit. i like it. but i’m freaked out because it’s huge and on my tummy, and when i get preggers, eventually it’ll stretch out and shit. in the dream, i feel that conflict of emotion. happy because i like ink, but stressed that it’s huge, and yeah.

when lucidity stops.

aaron:
i become self-aware and lucid, and start floating up over a courtyard full of people in the winter, squealing and yelling. “this is what it’s like in real life, too!” i testify to dream people. i fly around and rejoin the dinner table of friends and take a male friend for a flight as a gesture of friendship. but as i’m floating up, it becomes harder to fly, and then the scenery changes to my childhood home. i’m up in my dad’s tools in this area where i hadn’t been as a child… then i discover nude polaroids of a japanese woman. and i think it might be the japanese exchange student we housed — which would’ve been so controversial — or maybe it was his first wife. also controversial.

escalation.

alex:
my former client isn’t actually a fitness buff; rather, he’s a cashier at a gay hair salon, turned con man. later in same dream, there’s this girl wearing weird-looking lacey underwear and a tank top, and she is just standing in the street talking trash about how she can have any man she wants. i’m walking by with karen and as we walk by, i guess she hits karen in the face. i didn’t see it. it wasn’t super hard — just like, a mild slap, except she had ink on her hand, so now karen has this black ink mark on the side of her face, but it looks more like a tattoo because it has a spider web in it (??). we walk maybe another twenty feet before i see it, and i’m like, “wtf? she did that to you?” and i’m like, “well, let’s deal with the bitch,” so i go back on her, and i’m like, “hey, i see you bested my girlfriend. you’re looking finnnnneeee,” and karen’s like, “???”. as the girl steps closer, i hit her in the face and she falls to the ground. i drag her to the side and i’m like to karen, “c’mere,” and so we beat the girl up. i’m not sure the girl cares, and then we’re going to rape the girl (???) but then she turns into a cat. so there, i was pinning a cat down, and my brain had enough wtf, and i woke up.