07/21/01
I Like You Just The Way You Are
All righty! The night before last, I had a dream about a member on (the site where this was originally posted), P. In my dream, he was in his forties, which I believe is correct in real life; but also in my dream he was a minority, darker skinned, like Latino or black or something. I can't remember which. There was a picture of him, and I think he hadn't wanted anyone to see it at first, to know that he wasn't white. I was surprised, to say the least, but not upset. I think he realized this and was somewhat relieved. I didn't post this then because it was so short and vague anyway...
The Battle With Super Frieza
The first dream I remember from last night concerned the TV show--you guessed it--Dragon Ball Z. It's like I was watching it, but also like I was in it at the same time, as I don't remember seeing the edges of the screen, unless it was a movie screen. I'm not certain if the characters were on Earth or Namek, but it looked more like Namek before it was destroyed but while it was in the process of dying. The grass was blue but the sky was dark and cloudy. Many of the characters were there, but the only two I remember SPECIFICALLY were Frieza (final transformation) and Gohan--though I believe Krillin and Bulma, perhaps Piccolo, etc., were nearby. It wasn't the Namek Saga though. Somehow Frieza had returned (AGAIN!) and was going to kill the Z Fighters, only to find another enemy there trying to do the same thing--and this other enemy turned on FRIEZA as well. Now I'm a bit confused about this new enemy's identity. It may have been Cell, or it may have been a new "incarnation" of Frieza, or it may have been both. I feel it was in between--perhaps it was a superior Frieza that Dr. Gero had created, as he had the cyborgs. (Yah, if you don't watch this show, you'll have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm talking about. Makes you wanna watch, though, doesn't it?)
Anyway, Frieza came to kill us--I was sort of involved, either as a viewer or as a participant--I was like Bulma if I was in it--and found this other, more powerful guy instead. And of course he was pissed. And so Frieza and this other guy started fighting. Meanwhile the rest of us stood back and watched the action. I remember Gohan was wearing his Saiyan armor and may have had his hair cut like he did on Namek.
I turned to whoever was with me--be it whoever was also watching the show, or one of the other fighters--and murmured, "It's a nice change of pace to see Frieza on OUR side for once!" Because even though he was still a bad guy, it was like the way it often is on DBZ--he was suddenly the lesser of two evils, and we had something more important to deal with. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, I guess!
Well, Frieza and this other "Super Frieza" or whatever fought, and...of course Frieza was the weaker of the two. Uh-oh! The bad guy pointed his finger and shot out a beam of light, just like Frieza did in the show, and it hit Frieza in the neck. I saw a bit of purple blood go spurting, and I may have "rewound" the action--not certain if I did that or just leaned closer. I had a closer view in any case, and Frieza fell to his knees, this look of pure hate on his face. There was a hole in the left side of his neck where the beam had hit him, and I could tell that purple blood (even though Frieza's blood is red) was coursing from it--but it had been edited out!! Aaaggghhh jerks! Just as soon as the show starts to get interesting they decide to get edit-happy. You could see the hole, but not the blood--just this wavery area that had obviously been painted over.
"What's the deal?" I muttered to myself. "They don't edit out the blood anymore! Not as much of it, at least! They've shown worse than this, why can't they show THIS??"
I felt cheated! But I couldn't do anything about it. Frieza slumped over further so he was almost prostrated upon the ground. He knew he'd been defeated and he was furious and humiliated--but also determined, I guess, not to let the bad guy have the last laugh. He reached up one hand and took hold of the top of his head and...squeezed.
His head CRUSHED in like a wad of paper twisted in your palm, like a piece of foam crunching. He then let go of his head and somehow it returned to its normal shape, but then he took hold and CRUSHED it again. The rest of us just gaped. THIS was bizarre. The only thing I could make out of it--and perhaps I'm wrong--was that he was trying to kill HIMSELF, before he died of his wound. So the Super Frieza wouldn't be able to claim him as a victim after all.
All I know is that he squeezed and crushed his own head twice, and I think the second time it did the trick. The Super Frieza may have crushed his head as well, but I can't remember it. All I remember is that Frieza ended up dead--and the Super Frieza was still alive!
Dum-dum-dummmmm!
No, that one had no resolution. ;)
Toilet Troubles
In real life I have a fear of flushing our toilet, because it seems EVERY time I do so something bad happens. :) Plus the handle is very loose, so if you're not careful the thing could keep leaking and you have to adjust the handle so it stops. Well, in my dream, it was daytime and Dad and I were the only ones home. I wonder why that always is? In any event I flushed the toilet--I think there was a window in the bathroom like there used to be, as it was lighter--and instead of coming to a stop when it was done flushing, there was still a steady stream of water going down into the bowl. Nuts. If this kept up, it would waste water, plus it might begin to leak. I joggled the handle a little bit; no change. Then I tried adjusting the handle so it wasn't so loose, as I do in real life to stop the trickle; only in my dream, this just made it WORSE as the stream became harder and the bowl began to fill up! I stood there watching the water rise ominously, praying for it to stop, and when it was a few centimeters below the lid, THEN I turned and panicked. Dad was in bed. I ran to his room (just down the hall one door) and yelled, "Dad? Dad? Wake up! The toilet's going to overflow!"
No, I didn't yell loudly, but I had to somewhat yell, to get his attention. He's a sound sleeper in my dreams.
It took a while for me to get his attention and inform him of what was going on. He got up and came to the bathroom, all the while saying, "Calm down, calm down, it's not that bad!" (In real life he'd probably just be yelling at me.) I have the feeling he may not have been fully dressed, but we were too otherwise preoccupied to notice or care. We both looked down at the toilet and he started fiddling with the handle. All the while I just kept whining and worrying out loud until even his DREAM self got tired of me. :)
"Look, all you had to do was adjust the handle," he said, demonstrating.
"I TRIED that!" I yelled. "And it didn't work!!"
I think I started crying by now. His first demonstration didn't seem to do anything to fix the rapidly filling toilet, but perhaps he did fix it after all...I can't recall.
Find Your Own Man!
I was at school, my high school, in between classes. I had to go from Senior Hall to Junior Hall, way on the other side of the building. Plus you have only four minutes to get there! (In real life I would often go to the class first, then ask the teacher if I could be excused to go to the bathroom so I'd never be late. Hey, it worked. :) ) Well, in the dream, I had to go to my locker and pick up some stuff for the next class. I have the feeling it was going to be a boring class with not much to do, so I searched for something to keep myself entertained. I had an excess of National Geographics in my locker for some reason so I selected a batch of those, then narrowed it down to a few. I had a bookbag with me and put them in there; couldn't take them all because it would be too heavy. Then I think I started on my way to class, only to realize, well, what if the teacher DID want us to do something, or if we had a test to study for? I'd best bring the class book, at least. Just in case. So, I believe I turned back to my locker to get the book. Of course it was a heavy one. I put that in the bag along with the Geos and started on my way again. I think I may have had to go to the bathroom, to boot, but I feared I would be too late as it was. These hallways were too long!
The halls were extremely crowded as I went. I remember squeezing aside to avoid a girl or a group of girls taking up the side of the hallway, and feeling irritated that people weren't moving more quickly. Believe me, in school in real life, you should have heard the things that went through my head on my way through the halls, I would have made a sailor blush.
I think I may have been late, but I can't remember. I have written down "Hispanic guy/boyfriend?, snotty girls?" There was a Latino guy in here somewhere, nice looking, perhaps in the class I reached (I think it was a science class, right side of the hall). I just can't figure out if he was supposed to be my boyfriend or not. o_o I NEVER have a boyfriend! Not even in my dreams! Plus there may have been some snotty stuck-up girls, maybe the ones in the hall, or in my class; perhaps I felt threatened that they would try to "take" the guy from me. He was really nice. I think he had been standing leaning against the door casing, maybe wearing a bright white shirt that contrasted against his darker skin.
Locker Room Of The Internet
This dream is very vague and difficult to understand. I went into this locker room that for some reason represented the Internet or a website. I came upon a set of lockers, or perhaps it was just a sign lying on a bench, but then it represented all the sites that I like to visit. There were like ten blank lines for me to enter my favorite URLs on, and then a little plus sign at the bottom meaning I could add more if I liked. It was a profile of some sort, like the ones you make out at Delphi. I stood staring at it--it was large, like a big piece of posterboard--and thought to myself, "Yes, I WOULD like to list more than ten sites--can I do so?--it has this little plus sign, does that mean I can add more?" I think I "clicked" on it, and did realize that this was what I could do. That was good. I wanted to fill in the URLs of my favorite sites so others viewing my profile could visit them.
Possibly the same dream involved "hints" or something about who had asked questions on (the site where this was originally posted). It then turned into a sheet of paper with clues on it, lying on the floor right against the edge of the wall to my right side; it was like I was still in the locker room, with the shiny floor and smooth dull-colored wainscoting (or whatever that stuff is lining the bottom of the wall). The paper had hints and such, and questions about who had asked which questions. And any reading it were supposed to guess, based on the hints, who had done so. I remember SF (a user on the site where this was originally posted) was the asker of a certain question and I was a bit surprised. I then came across some clues for who had asked some particularly rude or insulting questions, and it included the questions and the language used. "Hm," I thought, "that sounds like L." (another user). I found out the answer and sure enough, L. was the one who had posted them. "I KNEW it!" I exclaimed. "They just REEKED of L.'s style!" I turned my attention to the rest of the paper and found that some more of the questions or hints were insults aimed at L. from other users. Well, I guess it was expected, and not very surprising.
That may have been the part of the dream right before the DBZ dream, "The Battle With Super Frieza," as I feel I may have been watching/taking part in that in a locker room environment, but I can't be certain.
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