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juldeaI had really strange dreams last night. I am struggling to put them in order, but I am missing major parts of continuity.
There was being in a video with Brittany Spears and a lot of sorority girls... the bikini I was supposed to wear was so heavily padded on top that I had trouble putting it on. And the girls kept playing practical jokes on me. Eventually I just left, but when I got to the subway station one of the girls and one of the guys came behind me with a gun and were going to force me into... something. However, when the train came, they got on first, and before I could get on it left the station. It started to stop and come back, but then continued on, so I yelled at the nearest official-looking guy that the girl on the train had a gun, etc etc. People seemed more confused than alarmed, though. Eventually the platform emptied out except for me, and then magically the girl reappeared behind me. She didn't have a gun though. She was just yelling at me. However, it turns out that far behind us, the guy had a gun, and he took a few shots but didn't hit me (or anyone). However, the police now knew about the event, and soon showed up (but not after Brittany did!). The same cop who didn't give me a ticket earlier that night in RL showed up and picked me up and put me in his car and asked me where I needed to go (I guess I magically got out of having to make a statement or anything). Wherever I told him it was, it was like the Happiness Hotel, only out in the woods somewhere.
So I go inside, and almost everyone that was associated with the Hotel was in there, about to film one of Chase's movies. There was a couch near the door, and Brendan was lying on it, and I crawled over there (still being rather catatonic about almost dying at the hands of sorority queens) and try to tell him that I almost was killed, etc. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and then really kissed me and attempted to grope me, and quite surprised I pulled back and found out that it wasn't Brendan at all, it was Ben Kinney (who isn't associated with the Hotel) trying to play some kind of joke on me. I got really mad at him.
Then the rest of the people from the Hotel, including Brendan, returned - they were out buying candy. Jolly Ranchers, specifically. I was about to leave for work (pj's) and asked if I could take a bag of apple jolly ranchers with me. Turns out there was a bag of the small ones and also a bag of the long sticks. I chose the small ones and headed to work.
Heading to work involved moving to California, apparently, so I was driving down the highway in Sacramento, marvelling at all the new construction and stuff that had changed (if you've ever seen the opening credits to Futurama, the town looked like that). Then I was magically out of my car and walking around all this new stuff instead. There was a big above-ground swimming pool in my way, and a lot of bikini-clad girls were standing all around it, flanking this wimpy-looking guy holding some kind of award or placard and getting his picture taken. I assume he won some kind of thing that got him the attention of bikini girls. I needed to get around the swimming pool, so I just climed up on it and threaded my way through the girls to the other side. There was someone inviting these two hot guys to come stand with the girls, but to show why they weren't interested, the guys kissed. I liked that part ;)
So then I ended up in this sea of bikini-clad women on the ground, and it turns out that they were promoting a new item in home fitness - barbells shaped like dildos. For weightlifting, not... yeah. So they asked me to try one, but they gave me a 16lb one, and I couldn't do a bicep curl with it. So then some girl said she had a 4lb one, but that was still really difficult, and we looked and it was 8lbs instead. Finally someone had a 3lb pair (and they were decreasing in size just as in weight... so you can imagine...) and I did a few simple bicep curls (3 is fairly easy for me... I know I'm a wimp). So for my efforts, the announcer guy gave me a mug that said something like "Bikinis rock! Beer rocks! Cops, scram!" which I was very... happy to receive? *blink*
Then I noticed that the guy was wearing an OU t-shirt, and so was I, and the mug actually said, "Texas, scram!" at the bottom. He was walking the same way I was, so we walked along together, and he wasn't acting like too much of a rabid OU fan so we talked a bit. We got to his car first, and I was telling him goodbye and how cool it was to see someone from OU in California, when a family walked by with a teenaged girl wearing a Cope Cougars cheerleading uniform. I exclaimed at her, "Cope Middle School? In Bossier City, Louisiana?" and she said, "Yessss..." and I said, "I went to school there! I was a cheerleader!" and proceeded to tell her and her mom about the differences between my cheerleading uniform and hers.
Eventually, stricken with these weird coincidences, I ended up back in my car trying to drive home (which was on Bryant Ave., which was a street close to my old house in Edmond, OK, but in the dream I was driving around Rocklin, CA). I went too far on the freeway and ended up in Loomis instead, and took some highway exit I didn't recognize and ended up on a pitch black road with incredible hills and curves and almost crashed a lot. I would've flown off the road if it weren't for following the dim taillights ahead of me. Finally we ended up on Taylor Road, where there were stop signs but I was going too fast to stop for them and I just had to use massive maneuvering skills to not hit other cars.
Then I wasn't driving my car, I was piloting a space ship. I was in training with another, younger kid (think Ender) and we were practicing maneuvering stuff. He kept messing up, though. He even took an open box of donuts into zero-G, and they floated around and hit us and ended up messing us totally up and he got yelled at. Our instructor really liked him, but he couldn't tell that because he was a hardass. I returned to the "rec-room" area, where there was a group of people talking about the Ender-kid and our instructor. There were two boys in the group that I liked, one more than the other, and someone who was sitting next to the more-preferable boy got up - I started to go sit next to him, but the guy that I liked less (and liked me more) intercepted me and had me sit in front of him for a backrub. He wanted to calm me down after Enderboy's messup. We decided to go have some beer, but apparently instead that meant going to the kickboxing class that he taught. Which sucked, cuz I bought the beer, and it was Shiner Bach. :( And I kept getting plastic bags tangled in my legs during kickboxing.
I think that's all I remember. I will add extra stuff in comments if I remember it. Do you think it was the pizza/donut/beer combination before bed that gave me such weird dreams?
There was being in a video with Brittany Spears and a lot of sorority girls... the bikini I was supposed to wear was so heavily padded on top that I had trouble putting it on. And the girls kept playing practical jokes on me. Eventually I just left, but when I got to the subway station one of the girls and one of the guys came behind me with a gun and were going to force me into... something. However, when the train came, they got on first, and before I could get on it left the station. It started to stop and come back, but then continued on, so I yelled at the nearest official-looking guy that the girl on the train had a gun, etc etc. People seemed more confused than alarmed, though. Eventually the platform emptied out except for me, and then magically the girl reappeared behind me. She didn't have a gun though. She was just yelling at me. However, it turns out that far behind us, the guy had a gun, and he took a few shots but didn't hit me (or anyone). However, the police now knew about the event, and soon showed up (but not after Brittany did!). The same cop who didn't give me a ticket earlier that night in RL showed up and picked me up and put me in his car and asked me where I needed to go (I guess I magically got out of having to make a statement or anything). Wherever I told him it was, it was like the Happiness Hotel, only out in the woods somewhere.
So I go inside, and almost everyone that was associated with the Hotel was in there, about to film one of Chase's movies. There was a couch near the door, and Brendan was lying on it, and I crawled over there (still being rather catatonic about almost dying at the hands of sorority queens) and try to tell him that I almost was killed, etc. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and then really kissed me and attempted to grope me, and quite surprised I pulled back and found out that it wasn't Brendan at all, it was Ben Kinney (who isn't associated with the Hotel) trying to play some kind of joke on me. I got really mad at him.
Then the rest of the people from the Hotel, including Brendan, returned - they were out buying candy. Jolly Ranchers, specifically. I was about to leave for work (pj's) and asked if I could take a bag of apple jolly ranchers with me. Turns out there was a bag of the small ones and also a bag of the long sticks. I chose the small ones and headed to work.
Heading to work involved moving to California, apparently, so I was driving down the highway in Sacramento, marvelling at all the new construction and stuff that had changed (if you've ever seen the opening credits to Futurama, the town looked like that). Then I was magically out of my car and walking around all this new stuff instead. There was a big above-ground swimming pool in my way, and a lot of bikini-clad girls were standing all around it, flanking this wimpy-looking guy holding some kind of award or placard and getting his picture taken. I assume he won some kind of thing that got him the attention of bikini girls. I needed to get around the swimming pool, so I just climed up on it and threaded my way through the girls to the other side. There was someone inviting these two hot guys to come stand with the girls, but to show why they weren't interested, the guys kissed. I liked that part ;)
So then I ended up in this sea of bikini-clad women on the ground, and it turns out that they were promoting a new item in home fitness - barbells shaped like dildos. For weightlifting, not... yeah. So they asked me to try one, but they gave me a 16lb one, and I couldn't do a bicep curl with it. So then some girl said she had a 4lb one, but that was still really difficult, and we looked and it was 8lbs instead. Finally someone had a 3lb pair (and they were decreasing in size just as in weight... so you can imagine...) and I did a few simple bicep curls (3 is fairly easy for me... I know I'm a wimp). So for my efforts, the announcer guy gave me a mug that said something like "Bikinis rock! Beer rocks! Cops, scram!" which I was very... happy to receive? *blink*
Then I noticed that the guy was wearing an OU t-shirt, and so was I, and the mug actually said, "Texas, scram!" at the bottom. He was walking the same way I was, so we walked along together, and he wasn't acting like too much of a rabid OU fan so we talked a bit. We got to his car first, and I was telling him goodbye and how cool it was to see someone from OU in California, when a family walked by with a teenaged girl wearing a Cope Cougars cheerleading uniform. I exclaimed at her, "Cope Middle School? In Bossier City, Louisiana?" and she said, "Yessss..." and I said, "I went to school there! I was a cheerleader!" and proceeded to tell her and her mom about the differences between my cheerleading uniform and hers.
Eventually, stricken with these weird coincidences, I ended up back in my car trying to drive home (which was on Bryant Ave., which was a street close to my old house in Edmond, OK, but in the dream I was driving around Rocklin, CA). I went too far on the freeway and ended up in Loomis instead, and took some highway exit I didn't recognize and ended up on a pitch black road with incredible hills and curves and almost crashed a lot. I would've flown off the road if it weren't for following the dim taillights ahead of me. Finally we ended up on Taylor Road, where there were stop signs but I was going too fast to stop for them and I just had to use massive maneuvering skills to not hit other cars.
Then I wasn't driving my car, I was piloting a space ship. I was in training with another, younger kid (think Ender) and we were practicing maneuvering stuff. He kept messing up, though. He even took an open box of donuts into zero-G, and they floated around and hit us and ended up messing us totally up and he got yelled at. Our instructor really liked him, but he couldn't tell that because he was a hardass. I returned to the "rec-room" area, where there was a group of people talking about the Ender-kid and our instructor. There were two boys in the group that I liked, one more than the other, and someone who was sitting next to the more-preferable boy got up - I started to go sit next to him, but the guy that I liked less (and liked me more) intercepted me and had me sit in front of him for a backrub. He wanted to calm me down after Enderboy's messup. We decided to go have some beer, but apparently instead that meant going to the kickboxing class that he taught. Which sucked, cuz I bought the beer, and it was Shiner Bach. :( And I kept getting plastic bags tangled in my legs during kickboxing.
I think that's all I remember. I will add extra stuff in comments if I remember it. Do you think it was the pizza/donut/beer combination before bed that gave me such weird dreams?