Stupid Little Dreamer

I don't recall much about this dream, considering it was about twelve hours ago, and considering I've been getting woken up rather abruptly lately, which always makes me forget my dreams.

Anyway, I was lying in a field of grass. I think it was rather long grass. I feel like it was at my elementary school at my old house, but I'm not sure.

There were a lot of other people lying in the grass, it was like some weird hippie thing. I remember looking over and seeing Mick Jagger and Ron Wood. I might've went over to say hi, but they ignored me or something, because I didn't stay long. Sometime later, I saw Keith Richards and decided to go hang out with him instead because I got the feeling that he might be lonely. Or maybe just because he's awesome. Either way, he was glad to have me lying on top of him.

There was also this freaky little kid wandering around, who I thought was like a ghost or something on "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" but he looked like the little boy with white hair from "Paradise Falls".

In the backyard, Danny and some of the other T-Birds from "Grease" (hmm, wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that I was reading "Grease" just before bed?) were running around and doing stuff at night. They were digging up the lawn (as it currently is in real life) and putting a long wire or something in it. I was there, or I was one of the T-Birds (probably Sonny, who is the narrator of the book), and was laying the wire down. There was a piece of paper with a poem on it, I think Danny wrote it. Suddenly, it was like I was in "Pop-Up Video" because I suddenly realized, or said, that Neil Simon based one of his plays on this poem. When we got to the end of the wire, we suddenly had to run away. I can remember the running away happening a few times, because I ran a different way each time. Danny and I ran out to the alley behind the house, I went right and he went left, then everything just faded to black. Another time, Danny went left, so I followed him. This was the right thing to do, because it brought me to the next scene.

So now I'm at someone's house either in Toronto or they have a good view of Toronto. Something about Toronto. Or maybe it was my (Sonny's?) house? It was kind of ghetto-y and I was there with a bunch of other people. We went up those stairs, like on the side of a house, to get to our/my/whoever's house. I looked out the window, which had a bad view of the rest of the city, mostly blocked by the building next to us, but the other tall house in the distance looked really nice.

Now, I kind of feel like the whole thing was a video game. Wait, yes, I remember now! It was "Duke Nukem Forever", which is a game I know nothing about, except that people always mention it on Digg and Reddit, because it's been in production for like a decade. So yeah, I was playing this game, and it was like virtual reality, because I was actually walking around doing stuff.

The game, or the level that I was on, was the Pope level. There was a car with the Pope in it in front of me and it drove off, and the level started, so I walked around, doing whatever. So I keep walking down this street, not in the direction of the Pope mobile, and I eventually see/hear three guys behind me, talking about how their going to mug me. And I think, eventually, they do.

The next time I was in the level, decided to do something different. I slow down and walk behind them and they leave me alone. But then I realize they're going to mug this other group of people in front of them now, so I speed up and walk with them. They don't want to talk to me, but one of them does. He starts to leave so I tell him urgently that the three guys are going to mug him and his friends. I notice that people have little white glowing number floating around them.

Anyway, I guess warning them didn't work, because I had to start the level again. I decided to turn around and go the other way instead, and maybe I'll catch the muggers before I would normally see them. Instead, I see Sawyer come out of a building on the corner, and run across this really busy street and into this nice looking office building. I run across as well at like super speed and I somehow don't die even though I'm hit by all these cars. I go in, but Sawyer was already in there, talk to a janitor who was actually… John Locke! I think I saw John several more times in my dream, each time with a different job. Anyway, John says something philosophical to Sawyer about being good or doing the right thing or something like he would always say, but Sawyer kind of glares and grits his teeth at him.

I somehow get pulled into this little room where there was a loud Hollywood type woman, I think with red hair (who may have been Rusty Sinclair from "Paradise Falls") and she tells me how she's an agent for babies and kids and teens and all this stuff. And suddenly there are a bunch of babies in the room, but then we have to take them out, because we just want to talk to the kids and teens. Oh, and something about nail polish! She was talking a lot about how some girls were telling her that you can put less on if you do something specific, and then she couldn't remember if it was more or less. I was putting on nail polish and it was very red. Red, red, red, hmm. Colours are important, aren't they?

I think I restarted the level a few other times, I'm pretty sure I ran into Kate walking down the street by the building that Sawyer came out of. I think Jack was further along down the street.

And then I was at my grandma's house at night time. I'm thinking this was a new dream, because I think I was me. And it didn't seem like a game anymore. Anyway, I had been or was at the moment talking to a drum teacher, a guy who I probably recognize from somewhere (a teacher or someone from TV?), and who was kind of old. I was supposed to have this snare thing ready for the next lesson, and I didn't understand what he was talking about. I thought it was just like some song played just on the snare, but then he said it was, but then it wasn't, and I don't know. I figured I could just do "Rock N Roll Band" by Boston because I already know it, but "Riders on the Storm" was out because I never really actually learned it.

I was wearing these white and red pants, that were alternately striped or kind of Hawaiian print each time I looked at them. Either way, they were ugly. I was holding a blanket around me because it was either cold or my shirt was even worse. I don't remember what went on at my grandma's house, but we were supposed to get something from her house or something. My brother and I were playing a game by the ditch, I think.

Eventually, it became day and grandma's house became this courtyard like thing in front of a school and there was a big festival going on. My parents were somewhere and they wanted coffee but for some reason they couldn't move and there were all these huge coffee vending machines around, but I didn't want to get one for them because I suck at making coffee. Me and Amy went around to explore the carnival. I asked if the games and rides cost money, because I didn't have any, but they did, and so I looked in my left pocket and found a toonie and a few quarters. Amy went to this one game that was a giant pinball machine and put a quarter in, but then I stepped way back to see the top of the machine and saw that it wasn't working, so she got her money back. I really wanted to get something, but I didn't know what. We kept seeing things and pointing them out, but not getting anything. There was a stall with a bunch of Pez and I was like "Pez!" and thought I should get some since I haven't had them in so long.

Somewhere along the way, I lost Amy and found Jada and the festival turned into this world themed thing, which each area being a different country. There was a very narrow aisle you could walk along between the crazy foreign merchandise on either side. By following this aisle, we ended up in the gallery at our school, with the merchandise on one side, and the railing and glass stopping you from falling into the gym on the other. We also ran into Jennifer here, who was behind me, and I was behind a large black couple, who were behind Jada. Then there were these four guys from the Netherlands that we didn't know behind Jennifer. Jada got to the end and then turned around and started walking back while we were still walking to the end, so we would have to step aside when she walked by. I think there were more people doing this as well, because I remember moving aside a lot.

When I got to the end, Jennifer and I and the four guys decided to take a different way back — we would scale the walls of the gym. There were people like taped to the walls, just below the glass railings, and stretchy U-shaped handles you could grab on to. The gym was a lot longer than I remember it being, even though I kept skipping handles and people, by stretching out my handles to go longer. I dropped this long pole thing halfway though onto the ground, which you weren't supposed to do because then the dudes on the gym floor would have to get it. I was like "just leave it, I'll get it after". I think I fell down onto the floor a few times, because the handles were really stretchy, but I got back up again. As I was near the corner, I was skipping a lot of people and then I looked back and realized that John was there with a piece of paper on the wall taped up next to him that said "3 / JOHN LOCKE". When I got to the end of the next wall, which was considerably shorter, I fell onto the ground again in a crazy way that probably was supposed to really hurt, but I just laughed and laughed and said "awesome!", then went to go get my pole. Jennifer and the four guys had already fallen down back near the beginning, but they didn't care to get up and finish the wall.

Then I was walking around with Jada again outside. There were these two guys, who I want to say were from the Netherlands booth but they really looked more Indian, and Jada was asking them for directions. The weather was really miserable and she had a black and white umbrella and she was wearing a light blue grey shirt, and the paper was also a blue-ish colour. As the guy was pointing at the paper and Jada was leaning over looking at it, everything just kind of froze for a second and everything was just picture perfect, and then, it was over. So I asked the guy if I could take his picture and he was like "oh, no no no, no way" so I was sad, but we said thank you and left.

As we were walking down the street I told Jada how everything was kind of greyish and just really pretty looking, like in a movie. And she was jealous and was like "man, my movie sucks". Somehow she couldn't see what I was seeing, so I guess I was on drugs. Anyway, then we started walking down a street where there was nothing happening and I was like "umm, this is the wrong way" and she was like, "no, we're going back around so I can get a better movie".

My family and I were living in this really big house, but it was actually kind of dingy and like a factory. I went into the basement where we were finally going to have a second bathroom. I wasn't too thrilled about it being in the gross basement, but it was a functioning toilet, and that was good.

I also wasn't too thrilled when I opened the door and found it was basically a square cement room, 3×3 feet would be generous, with just a toilet and barely any room for your feet.

I left the bathroom and was looking at some rectangular structure, like a table, but with wires and stuff on it. Someone approached the table on the left and I glanced up at them. It was Michael from "Lost". I thought "hey! If this was a dream, then that would be the real Michael! …but it isn't, so it's not". I said "hello". He said "hi".

Later I was having a birthday party with a whole bunch of people. Well, like ten maybe. I think some of the people I knew, but some of them seemed much younger than me. Maybe some of my friends when they were younger, or their younger siblings? I had a bunk bed, so people were on that, and on the floor, and everywhere. We decided to watch a movie, so we turned out the lights and I started to get the DVD ready. It was supposed to be season 1 of "Lost", but there were 14 discs per episode and they were all out of order. The first one I put in had Kate and Jack talking to Juliet in some dark place, and I realized that couldn't have been the right episode. I think people started leaving because they either didn't want to watch "Lost" or they didn't want to wait around for me to find the right disc. At one point I turned around and saw Steve sitting on the floor and waving to me and I was like "hey! You made it! Awesome!".

I eventually had to leave the party to run away from somebody/something, probably Martin Keamy and his dudes. I was running away with a bunch of other kids and my brother, maybe everyone from the party? We had to go onto the roof and move ourselves on our stomaches or crouched down really low to the other side, and if we got up, we would get shot. I saw Sun while I was on the roof, and she seemed to want to talk to me, so I went to the other side. She was on a dock and there were a bunch of foreign people there waiting for a boat. She walked to the end of the dock so that I could see her in the alley beside the building, but she didn't come close because she wasn't supposed to be talking to me. She was very pregnant. She started mouthing something to me and making motions, but I said that I couldn't understand. She came closer and told me that I had to leave, but I didn't want to because my parents were still inside. Parallel to Jin, anyone?

Quite a bit involved in this dream, nothing particularly exciting though. A lot of it I now realize came out of some MSN conversations I had a few days ago.

This part I don't remember that well, but I was at some mall with a few people I'm friends with a few that I'm not. There was a girl named Shantal, who I think I used to go to school with, and since I was with her there, I decided it was okay to add her on Facebook, but she hardly ever went in Facebook and she already had a couple pending friends. We also somehow had access to Facebook in our minds. Kenny was sitting at a table in the food court and we all had to get to him for some reason.

I was at home and my parents and myself were getting ready to go to a concert that night. I think we were tricking my brother again, because he wasn't getting ready, but he did know about it. We were discussing which concert to go to and I said Peter Frampton was starting his tour in Manitoba, but no, that's too far. So we decided to go to some concert in Manitoba. Yeah.

I was walking along with some friends at school in the upstairs hallway by the gym, except it was curved and futuristic kinda. I want to say Jada was there and Rachel and some other people. Jada asked me if I was going to see any concerts soon, as she had on MSN, and I was like "oh yeah! I'm going to see this concert tonight!" and she asked who it was, but I just couldn't remember. I told her I knew it was two guys, somebody and somebody, but didn't know who they were.

I ran into my brother in the hall, who I think was wearing his Jim Morrison shirt, and I asked him who we were seeing, and we were suddenly there. There was a little hallway, which I think we were going to sit down in, but then realized that's not where the show was going to be. I guess someone told me the group's name was "Madam and Neil" so I laughed and said I thought they were "Adam and Steve". After I said that, I realized the performers had been nearby us in the hallway and were probably offended by me not knowing who they were. We went on to the performance area, and there were tables and a sort of restaurant set up and a stage way up high beside them.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. The room was on a downwards slant and there were two stalls, one handicapped and the other, the door was short and you could see right into the stall, so I picked the handicap one. Apparently dream-me doesn't remember you're supposed to pull down your pants to go pee, because then I was merrily standing up and spraying pee everywhere. I realized it was a dream and realized how crappy it was that I just couldn't stop peeing, and considered waking up so I wouldn't have to be in the dream anymore, but didn't.

I guess I eventually got over that and returned to the restaurant. I looked outside the big windows and there was pretty much nothing, except for a path that led to the restaurant. I saw four guys walking down the path in single file, kinda Abbey Road-esque, one of whom was definitely David Crosby, and the rest I think were the rest of CSNY. Somehow I never put together that the Neil we'd be seeing was that Neil.

I guess I decided the concert was boring, or I wanted to go look for CSNY, or something, but eventually, I had left. I found myself in a nice neighbourhood on the back of a nice red-orange convertible. I had all these car parts with me, except they were more like toy car parts made of plastic and things. Steven Tyler was happily driving the car along as I tried to replace this clear plastic thing that went around the entire top of the car with a tinted black one. Steven never thought to stop the car would really help me out, apparently. I did get the first thing off and I think was starting to work on getting the black one on. I had also thrown a bunch of other stuff into the back seat.

I guess Steven drove me home and it was now winter, as it had been at the restaurant, but not during the drive. I walked down the street to my house and noticed a man in a car across the street directly from my house, but figured he was spying on Perez Hilton who lives three hours down from me, apparently. Later when I was inside the house, doing merrily whatever, I looked outside and noticed he was still there, but had moved to directly in front of our house.

I started to get freaked out, and remembered I had said something about Perez Hilton on MSN (as I indeed had) and thought they were like tapping my phones and hacking my computers and stuff. I tried to call someone, but it wasn't working. I eventually was able to call my dad, but while trying to work the phone, found some weird spammy messages from something I had signed up for, and figured if I could delete all of them (which proved to be quite difficult) it would all be okay. I told my dad this and he said he'd be home in an hour or so, so I started to delete the messages, and I don't remember any more after that.

In another dream, it was apparently September and I had decided to wait another year until university while I… went back to middle school. Great. I had my schedule, which was apparently all computer classes taught by my high school computer teacher, which were way more in-depth and specific than something I would do in high school, as well as a French course which I had apparently signed up for long ago because I didn't think I would get my grade 12 French course, and finally some sort of civics course they give to everybody.

My first class was a computer one which was in my grade eight math room. I think the teacher had thought I was just coming back to say hi or something, and wasn't actually in the class.

Then we had recess, and apparently a bunch of my friends had decided to come back as well. Recess was pretty sweet, we all agreed. I was sitting on someone's shoulders, who was also on someone's shoulders, and it started to rain. Kenny was there again, and he had an umbrella, which he offered me to use since I was so high and close to the rain, but I said no, because it was only raining where he was. We all starting running towards the pool and trying to get away from the rain (or try to stand at the point where the rain stops/starts), which was getting bigger, but eventually, we couldn't.

The bell rang and we all went inside, marveling at how we never realized that there was a bell and a specific time from the bell that we had to be in class. We all started rushing around, looking for our next class, when I realized I didn't have my schedule. I spotted Jada holding onto my purse and got it back. She then started helping someone who was asking for room 415, but I knew that was impossible, because the school only has three floors. I looked at my schedule to find I was going upstairs for no reason, and that my class was in the same room as before.

I passed by the office and noticed that my old math teacher was there, and appear to now be the principal, but he had a really long ponytail and a bright red shirt. I went into the classroom and sat down. My old math teacher asked me why I was there and I explained, but he was apparently now deaf and I was screaming everything.

As we were looking at course outline papers, I heard one of the mandatory civics classes (which I call civics class, but they were like my Individuals class) listening to songs very loudly, so I was checking my schedule to learn more about the course. At first I think they were playing "Star Wars" music, then they started playing "Shangri-La" by The Kinks, which I thought was so cool, but it was apparently actually "House of the Rising Sun" by The Animals. Then they played "Teddy Bear's Picnic", or at least the Mika version, and then I woke up.

I was standing outside the front of the school, and there were also a ton of other people there. Jim Morrison was there, and he made a motion for everyone to come closer. So, we did. I was already about a metre or two away from him, so when everyone suddenly ran towards him, I was standing right in front of him. I wanted to give him space, so I attempted to stand enough back that I wasn't touching him, but close enough that no one could squeeze in between us. I was standing near him for quite awhile, but I guess someone did get in between, because I eventually lost him.

Either Jim or someone in the crowd suggested we all jump up at the same time, so they started counting "1… 2… 3…!" and I found myself floating upwards on two and then falling back down on three, so I was doing the exact opposite of everyone else.

Actually, I now remember that it was 1967 and possibly we were celebrating the New Year or something, because there was confetti and stuff, and we were actually probably counting down.

After that, we all kind of spread out and went back to doing whatever. At some point in front of the school, I found myself having to take yearbook pictures, and pondering that you would always get the same people for four years, because only those same people would want their pictures taken, and no one else would.

Eventually, myself, Jennifer, Jim, and some girls who I don't know, but whom my dream-self always referred to as "whores", were parading down the street. I kept finding confetti and streamers strung around myself, which was reminiscent of Jennifer after the Mika concert. Jennifer and I were at the front of the group and when we were at the lights by the semi-main street by my house, we turned around and noticed Jim and the whores weren't there.

I said something to Jen about going home, because it was getting dark out or something, and she kept going wherever she was going. I saw some kids from my school at the corner a few streets back, and hoped Jim was nearby. I think I was pseudo-lucid, because I didn't know it was a dream, but I was thinking stuff I would think when I knew it was a dream like, "when I turn this corner, Jim will be there".

I guess I did find Jim walking down one of the streets, and the whores walking the other way, so that made me happy. Jim seemed older now, starting to get a beard and what not. I was all grinny and happy and I bounced up beside him, but I think he was drunk and angry. I made up some excuse for being around him again, like he was going in the direction of my house, and he seemed to believe it.

We walked around a lot, with him being angry, and me trying to comfort him and trying to be deep and philosophical because I felt I owed him some deep and philosophical-ness in return for him being like that in his songs. The only thing I can remember saying to him was "what's wrong with being wrong?".

At one point, we were on a train. I think Jim was going on the train, and then I jumped onto the roof, and everybody else was sticking their heads through the roof, so I could still talk to him. He said something about how it was creepy that I jumped on the train and I said I never would've done it, except that I just saw a Beatles movie where some people did it and so I thought it was normal.

Jim seemed still depressed but he liked me now, so we were still talking and there were some other whores on the train who wanted to talk to him. I figured out that all he needed to get better was a nice, long talk with his mama, so I asked him what her name was. He seemed to understand what I was getting at, and seemed okay with it, so he told me her name was "Jacob". I asked him to repeat what he'd said, and he still said Jacob. Hmm… okay, whatever. Then he told me that she lived in Boulder, because he knew I was going to write a letter to her. One of the whore girls asked him if she could go visit his mother and Jim said "NO!" but then changed it to say "no, you can't" while looking at her, and then he looked at me and gave me some sort of look to say that it was okay for me to do so.

Later, I found myself back home. I went on the computer to go look up Jim's mother, but then realized that she wouldn't know where to write back to him, since he would be on tour and who knows where. Nonetheless, I still decided to look her up, but my desktop was really messed up. Icons wouldn't show up unless I highlighted them, and one of the icons had a big red and black striped square behind it to indicated it was a virus or wasn't working or something. My desktop picture always was strange, and it had red and white squares in place of the words. I suspected my family had done something to my computer, and I found all these weird folders in My Documents.

I had also taken exactly four pictures of Jim earlier that day, and I had put the files on the right side of my desktop, when I normally would have put them in the Photos folder. I also had a bunch of lined paper with blue pen on which I had written down everything I had said to Jim and everything he had said to me during our earlier conversations. I thought it was weird (but awesome) that I had these, even though I had only met him in my dream, but I figured stuff like that happened in movies sometimes, so that was all that happened to me.

Then Jim came into my room and sat down beside me at the computer, knowing I was going to look for his mom, so he wanted to help. I opened up Google and typed in "betty" I think and started looking through the results. About the seventh one down, Jim pointed to it and said "look, that one says 'Warren' too" (which it didn't occur to me during the dream, but I now know Bette and Warren were Mike Nesmith's parents), so we clicked on it. The page at the top said "Jim Morrison" at about the size of a normal h3, in Times New Roman, in italics. You know, I can remember the fonts in my dream, but I sure as hell couldn't tell you what Jim looked like.

Anyway, I pointed to his name at the top and we looked through the page, which was apparently a visual history of Jim's mom. I asked him what year it was, because I had accidentally moved my cursor over the time to show the date (the time, by the way, when I started was 8:48 AM, which I thought was super strange because it was so early). Since it was actually 2008, I needed to make sure not to go past the current year in the photos, but it was hard since they weren't dated. I got really worried that his mom would die soon and the photos would show that, and I didn't want to show that to Jim. There were two pictures representing his mom "catching a young offender", and then after that I saw one about her retirement, and decided to go back, telling Jim that we only needed to know where she was right now.

Her list of residences said "Fort Port" followed by "Boulder". While we were looking at the pictures, I kept asking Jim about how she would get back to him, but he was ignoring me because he was fascinated by the pictures. He didn't seem to think the computer was strange at all though, and didn't ask questions about what it was or how it worked. At some point here, I woke up.

My next dream, I've forgotten most of, except I think my family and I were staying at a hotel and we were watching a movie about "Lifehouse". The beginning had something to do with giant eggs falling out of the sky and onto people. The main character was this boy, probably in his twenties, who had been offered a really good job from the government or somebody, but he declined. After that, his mother was constantly being attack by the giant eggs, and when the boy came home, his mother asked if he had turned down a promotion. So, the boy promised to go and take the job to save his mother.

The boy was at some ribbon cutting ceremony with all these high-up officials, when they started discussing controlling the people. Someone suggested that not only should they have whatever restrictions on their freedoms they currently had, but they should also make people stay in their houses all the time. At which point I went "hey! This is like Pete's 'Lifehouse'! WhoOoOoOa!".

At the end of the film, the boy's mother was at a computer, typing out her life story or something. She was really bad at typing and had to keep backspacing the wrong characters. At the beginning of the movie, her name was "Whiskey Hill" or something and she had written some books, but at the end she changed it to "Whiskey Hell". At one point when she was typing, on a blue screen, the power just went out, and there was a subtitle saying that this was an outtake.

She kept typing and the movie screen went black three times every three seconds or so, and it was really scary, because there was this guy saying stuff, and I really don't remember anything, but it was really really scary. I think my brother was sick and we were watching to movie to make him better, but what happened at the end was like the disease he had or something and it just freaked us all out, but we told him it was just a movie and it wasn't real.