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jeanette:
i asked for exciting, and i got way more than i asked for! here it goes: from what i remember, the beginning of my dream places me in a car driving down the freeway. it didn’t look familiar but i knew i was driving to torrance (where my best friend lives in real life). that places me on the 405 freeway. as i’m driving among many many MANY cars (but, oddly – there isn’t traffic) there are flames bursting out from the side. building and parking structures are on fire, wild flames everywhere spilling onto the freeway. i can see in the distance up ahead that as cars pass the flames, some are blowing up. i’m nervous but not as nervous as i would be in real life! i keep driving amongst all the cars…now that i think about it, there were SO MANY CARS on the freeway but we were all going at a decent pace. (it’s LA…this NEVER happens, even when there are a medium amount of cars on the road there is traffic!) anyways!

next scene jumps to me on the street. i guess i parked my car and ?? there were a handful of people on foot around me (no cars) and i ask “how do i get to torrance?” and this asian lady says she will help me. next scene is the lady and i walking at a high school (junior high?) school building and up and down a few stairs. then a corridor opens and another asian lady speaks to her in mandarin. i acknowledge that i speak mandarin as well. all of a sudden, i realize that they are part of church group. then we end up in the parking lot, next to the school’s field (tennis courts, football field, etc.) and the lady offers me clean slippers to get in her car with. i tell her my flip flops aren’t that dirty and that i’ll just take them off and hold them in the car. end of this scene.

i end up on the sidewalk of some street with lots of cafes and restaurants. the ex (who i shall name TE) keeps calling me, asking me where i am and what time i will be home. this is all really strange because, who cares where i am and when i’ll be home…#1 we’re not together #2 you live far away in a different country so what is it to you. all of a sudden, i recognize a group of people (i actually don’t know who they are now) and i realize they are friends of TE. then i piece it together — he must be here. (i’m pretty sure this was all taking place in LA, even though none of the locations are familiar) then it cuts to a scene where i’m talking to TE and giving him a piece of my mind. actually… telling him all these things i have been thinking for the past few weeks in real life. just dishing it all out and calling him out on a few things. words are exchanged and for personal reasons i’m just going to cut to: i tell him that let’s hug, because this is the last time i am going to see you because i never want to see or talk to you again. we never hug.

i wake up.

inspiration: i hate that TE is in the majority of my dreams since the break-up.

future: on my way to work this morning there was traffic, but i didn’t think anything because heck, i live in LA there is always traffic. all of a sudden, in the distance, i see crazy thick grey smoke, hurling intensely into the air, above the freeway overpass. i’m thinking, holy shit… holy shit!!! and sure enough, there are about 7 firemen and a handful of policemen around a 2-car crash, the people from the accident aren’t in sight (evacuated?), and crazy thick grey smoke coming out of an older 2-door BMW. it had clearly been on fire from a collision and the fire had been put out and it was just smoking like crazy. fire on freeway and cars blowing up in my dream – real car on fire on my way to work. gahhhh!!

nate:
i don’t remember very much of it, probably because like a million things happened at once. but vivian and i were in some castle thing on the beach, with other people. i don’t remember. vivian was telling me she loved me and wanted to like, spend the rest of her life with me. i wasn’t too surprised by that. jk.

but then there was cuddling and all this stuff. it was hawt but then some dudes wanted to kill us. i don’t know why. i remember vivian was changing one time, and i was chasing her, but she didn’t want to do anything until i told her that i wanted to be with her for good too, hahauahua, so i was like, FAWK. okay so then some dudes chase us. we end up on some… uhm… oil thing in the ocean, right? where they drill… like on counterstrike, i think.

we were running. then there was this park right next to the oil thing, so we run across the bridge and go into the park. but running is hella hard; we run super slow. so we jack these bikes. they are tiny, though. she probably fit, but my legs were hitting the bars. anyways, we ride away and pay some bitch in a station wagon to take us… somewhere. probably her house to make love. the end.

pwny:
i’m hanging out with a group of “friends”.  i don’t recognize any of them except the loud one.  who is sean from LA (a friend of my cousin).  we’re drinking, hanging out, playing guitar hero.  i then realize that we’re about to be late for our intramural soccer game.

we jump in sean’s car.  it’s a jaguar…but has the rear end that’s like a truck.  i jump in the back of the truckuar (which is what i’ve decided it’s called) and we race off.  we’re going wayyy too fast.  we end up hitting something, i don’t see what and we flip over.  The truckuar breaks in half at the bit that seperates the car part from the truck part.  somehow i just step out onto the pavement completely naturally and i’m fine.

i am still very concerned about the fact that we’re going to miss the game, so i urge everyone to get into the car part and continue to the field arguing that the car would still go since it’s front wheel drive.

i then decide that we cannot in fact go until i fix the grill of the car which is quite unique.  the grill is a normal grill, but then it has a fine chain link mesh (like chain link armor) that is held by 4 screws. the mesh has fallen off in the accident and i have to fix it for some reason.  i fix the mesh when the guys from the other car (which we apparently hit) start a fight with us.  we have more people than them since we’re an entire team so i’m pretty confident.  but then i wake up…

allen m:
i don’t know the context of the dream, but like all dreams, it made sense at the time. i was trying to fit some object into a container of soil (or bucket of sand). the actual objects are vague, but the feeling was like trying to plant a seedling or tree sapling in a large pot. the people with me kept insisting that it would fit in the pot, but we tried and tried and it wouldn’t. finally i told them we needed to dig out more of the stuff in the pot.

my friends from college eventually wandered by the area where i was trying to do this. they basically found me with a shovel trying to put something into a pot. for some reason, this was extremely awkward. they were all drinking and their beer cans were mixing into the stuff that i dug out of the pot.

i end up getting in a car with my mother. we’re heading toward this dream’s version of my girlfriend’s house, which was really weird in itself, because in the dream, i know exactly where she lives and why i want to be there (i don’t remember those outside of the dream, but my dream-mind was really confident in this info). for some reason, my girlfriend was a red-headed white girl. for some reason, i really need to be there before 7 pm.

my mom misses a turn that would take us directly to her house. her reaction to my directions are very slow, she seems tired or drugged up. she ends up turning on to i-76 because she thinks that’s the best way to turn back around. i’m concerned that she will miss the one and only exit that would put us where we need to be and get to my girlfriend’s house on time.

i decide to kill time by reading a book or magazine, only to look up and find that my mom has fallen asleep at the wheel. she’s run the car in the left lane off into the shoulder, and is mere seconds from crashing into the car in front of us. i tell her to wake up, she doesn’t respond. i am forced to grab the wheel and yell “STOP!” at the same time. only then does she respond, but her waking up causes more trouble than good. she eventually gains control and i take over driving.

i take the nearest exit, only to find myself being cut off by a stream of traffic in the direction i want to go in. i circle around this residential area and for some reason, i cut through this person’s driveway, because i think it’s a back road that leads to where i need to go. as i reach the back of the person’s house, someone comes out, and it’s oddly one of the featured guests on the “opie and anthony show.” i make a joke about him being a serial killer, because they often do that to this guy on the radio show. i suddenly fear for my life and want to drive away as quickly as possible.

in the end, i come across this lodge. it’s like a clubhouse or bar. i no longer seem to be interested in getting to my dream-girlfriend’s place. i don’t know why i was there, but in my dream it made sense for me to stop in. an alien looking thing comes into the bar, it’s hiding behind a door. it looks like a small green teletubby crossed with geico’s gecko. the owner tells me that this alien boosts all the electronic signals in the area. the lodge’s wifi can be accessed for miles outside of the place and the alien can steal all sorts of satellite television feeds.

and that’s when i woke up.

vivian:
we’re outside. some kind of goo that gives the illusion of eating faces off. literally. the goo is in a disc shape, flat, and white but kind of translucent. you put it on your face, and then it kind of melts into your face and makes it look like your face becomes a skull, as if the flesh is slowly being eaten away. but then you take it off, and things are back to normal. phil wu and jeremy are there. then my car (that i am not even driving) gets a flat, and i need to get a replacement tire. i go off as other people are still playing with goo. there’s some kind of weird confusion involving five tires that are stuck together or something. unfortunately, i don’t remember. i go to the store and get a tire jack to prop up the car so i can change the tire. don’t recall the rest.

vivian:
i was having a fling with some guy in portland or somewhere, and he had text-messaged me. i was going to meet him and as i was trying to text him back, it kept failing (and somehow i knew that it was failing, as opposed to him just not responding… not sure if there was a failure message sent back or what). anyway, i wasn’t sure why, but as i was pulling up to this train track, i saw his car on the other side of the train track. in the middle the train was passing but the train was like, on fire.

soon, the fire spread all over the place, and had engulfed my car and the car in front of me and behind me, and i assumed had also engulfed the cars on the other side of the tracks. the firefighters showed up out of nowhere. i was going to get out of my car cause i thought gas might cause it to explode. i started opening the door and it was a little hot, but a firefighter screamed at me through the window and told me to stay inside. soon they had watered down my car and it was no longer on fire. i then got out.

but then there was this spanish-speaking father with his child and for some reason i agreed or volunteered to take his child from him while he did something else related to the fire???? and i don’t recall what i said exactly but i struggled to find the right spanish words — and they made sense in my dream — and he responded in spanish that was not as coherent as the words i was saying. we talked about where i would take the kid (who was about… five or six?) to meet dad after the ordeal was over, and at what time. i think we settled on sometime in the evening… sounds like 2pm or 2am… something with 2 in it. anyway, it crossed my mind that maybe he would never come back, and we would go there every day at 2pm or 2am for days on end, waiting for the father to come back and claim his child.

inspiration: had the dream on the flight from seattle to houston. lots of spanish-speaking individuals, including our flight attendant who looked like “native”?

vivian:
cult takeover. i’m in a house. i want to get out. i am upstairs in one room but then i go across the hall to another room, where i hold hands with an under-aged kid. that’s wrong? but i do it anyway. they (him and others) are watching tv in that room and it is dark. i say i have to be at school, not at this house. but he opens the door, sees his parents are in the hall near the other door talking to some people, and closes the door. i think about leaving through the window in the room that leads to the roof. but i don’t want to do it without my shoes. he plans on leaving through the roof to go downstairs and get me my black leather / plaid etnies. but now suddenly the door he previously opened has a half-circle window in it, and we can see out of it and see if his parents are still there. i guess i’m not supposed to be with him. his parents’re going inside the room across the hall and the other family is walking down the stairs, to the left. a kid lingers outside the other room and i don’t want him to see me, but get impatient and leave anyway. i walk downstairs. on the way, danny noriega heads towards the room i was just in.

downstairs, jeanette’s mom and sherry are there. i open a fridge for food. i think sherry gives me bags of something. the inside of the bags (think thick ziploc-closure type bags, but a lot stronger plastic) has something i enjoy eating. i proceed to eat it. but then i realize that one side of the ouside of the bag is covered with fried baby chicks, aggh. beaks and everything. they’re smattered on that one side so dense that you can’t see the plastic in between them. they are defeathered, of course. a perfect, bumpy interlocking puzzle pile of fried baby chicks. and actually, i have two plastic bags with the chicks on the outside, and now that i realize this, i notice that everything in the kitchen, countertop, and in the fridge are COVERED with these dead fried baby chicks. sick. jeanette’s mom did this, i guess. now i really want to leave. there’s some vague attempt to escape from jeanette’s mom or hide from her (involving me running around, but i don’t remember details). i finally make it outside.

but wait, people are weird outside. like zombies, only i attribute them to being regular people who are just cultish and scary. they walk around like zombies but do not eat peopole. i hop into a car at some point with 4 other people i “know”. some dad driving the car. not mine. well, i guess the car is nearly out of gas? so we want to conserve it. for a while, we rely on the weight of five passengers and just allow the car to roll without pressing on the gas to see how long we might last. we do fairly well. no one seems to bother us in the car and move out of our ways at the last minute. we slowly go through the smaller streets, trying to avoid people. at one point, a big ball of junk rolls by, like a katamari, but we just miss it. but finally, we turn down a narrow street and a big truck is blocking us in with its giant fender that’s sticking out really far.

fast-forward and i’m going to cross the ocean with some people from the house. the ocean has giant greek-like columns sticking out from it, and a narrow banister on which laders, one after another, are resting. there are breaks between the banister. the goal is to cross using just the ladders. everyone goes a bit and we seem to be doing fine but then the people in the front mess up and lose the ladders in the ocean somehow. we didn’t have enough to make it across. so, someone has the idea to use the ladders as crutches and walk to the end. somehow the water is not deep (it’s far below us at the bottom of the very long ladders), but we dare not walk in it for some reason. the banister turns into a table and all these shorter ladders appear so that everyone can find two of matching length with which we can cross the ocean. using the ladders as crutches is surprisingly easy, and we get to the other side. the cult is there. something about an elaborate plan devised by the driver of my car in which everyone has a small part to play. there’s a ceremony. we pretend to be cult members. me and this other guy get to the altar, where this stone book/tablet shaped like a giant p (but with a shorter tail) is, and we start to drum on it. we are playing different beats, like stomp. i assume other people are doing their parts also. not sure how this is supposed to stop the cult, but it does.

before i know it, our group is in a bookstore, having declared victory over the cult. but wait — someone says that there is a sequel, as if that whole cult thing were based on a book. oh no! a sequel! we think. that means the problem’s not eradicated, and interesting, the sequel is written by a different author, meaning what we have learned and expected won’t necessarily be useful next time since everyone has different writing styles and ideas!!