08/01/01
My Favorite Vampire
Not sure if I remember 'em...
The dream right before I woke up concerned Dad asking me about different types of vampires. o_O Not sure why, but he was interested in what kinds I was interested in. Or else he wanted to know what kinds I believed in, but I think it was the former. He was standing in the kitchen and I seemed to be in the dining room, so he was looking through the "window" at me with this smile on his face, listing the different kinds of vampires, and there were a lot. "What about the blood-drinking ones?" he asked, and I answered.
"No," I said. "I'm not very interested in those."
"What about this kind..."
I should have written it down, as he listed several specific kinds, but I can't remember what they were. I wasn't interested in most of them. I think I finally interrupted him to say, "Now, THIS kind is interesting..." and proceeded to describe one. Can't recall what it was, maybe psychic vampires; I feel it was inherently different from the rest and that was why I found it interesting. Hm, one kind may have included shapeshifters or half-vampires, half-werewolves or something.
Shrinking In The Oval Office
A dream that I think came right before "My Favorite Vampire" had to do with a show that was on TV. I noticed a couple of guys go walking into this room, made me think of the Oval Office or something, because it was round. White walls--wall--colored carpeting, and a table in the middle. "Oh, that's a nice room," I said when I saw it, and the two (?) guys started chasing each other, since one was after the other. (I feel they weren't hated enemies, though.) But then I noticed that what I had thought was carpeting or something was, in reality, the tabletop--they were running around on this colorful (orange, red, yellow, brown, etc.) table, and they had shrunk. o_o Hm, have I been noticing too many "shrinking" items online? ^_^ "Oh," I said again, surpised. I wasn't as interested in the show anymore since I'm not really into "shrinking" things...though it HAD been a nice room they'd run into.
Sticky Flash
In this dream, I wanted to show a Flash (?) animation to somebody, I think it was somebody else in a Yahoo! Club I belong to--BEA (the person, not the Club)--but it was kind of like she was really with me, and we may have been in my dad's bedroom. (No dirty thoughts.) The Flash animation, however, showed up as a piece of bread inside a frame or something, stuck to this board, and I was leaning over a windowsill (?) waiting for this thing to load completely. It was taking its time so I decided to maximize it, but after doing that, I then had to scrape the gooey sticky bread off the animation itself, as when I had maximized the screen, I had made the bread stick to it like with jelly/honey or something. (Eh, don't bother asking, I don't know...) BEA showed up and I sighed and said, "If you ever want to show one of these to someone else, wait for it to load completely before maximizing it." Lest you too get stuck with gooey sticky bread!
Sidestepping The Santa Dancers
This seemed to be the most complex dream of the night, but it's all mixed up. I found myself walking across a gymnasium, like the junior high one only bigger, toward the bleachers. I was closer to the left side than the right and it was daytime. At first I walked normally, then I limped a bit, then I switched legs to limp with my left leg as if it were hurt. I started to pretend I was my character Kincaid. As I walked across the gym there were a bunch of students (?) evidently preparing for some kind of Christmas celebration, as they were dressed up in Santa hats and sparkly clothes and stuff (I have written down "Santa dancers" :) ) and were dancing around in unison, like an exercise routine. I think I reached the bleachers and may have gone up through them (they were mainly empty) to an upper level of some sort. Up here there was a concrete stairway, just a small one, leading down to the right; I think I went down it. There were people up here (for some reason I think of Italians, perhaps a few were of Italian ethnicity and were here for the sports?) but I ignored them as I walked past, as I was intent on what I was doing (or just pretending to be, to look dramatic). I had to step around something--some potted plants?, on my left?--and then I stooped to check out the catbox which was now sitting up here, over to the far right. The garbage bag we use to line the thing was pulled over the left corner and mostly closed, as if someone had been ready to pull it out and dispose of it. I decided to clean the box, put in a new bag. I left the box to go get one, making my way back to the little set of steps, skipping around the people sitting/standing there as I did so.
I have the feeling I was distracted from getting the bag, but I'm not sure by what, as I don't know what order my dreams went in.
This dream may have been related to another dream, "Hands Off My Fruit!"
Two Rodents In A Tube
One dream concerned a picture (but then a TV image?) of a hamster and a gerbil, their heads poking out of the end of a long metal bar/tube. This tube seemed to be in some kind of basement or boiler room, brightly lit, white cinderblock walls, I seem to remember the color sickly greenish mustardy yellow, I don't know, maybe it was in a school because they always have lovely colors like that. :) The two were looking at the camera as if to say, "What??" I thought it was really cute, but was worried that they'd be stuck in there since the tube was way too small for both of them to be side by side like that, yet they SEEMED all right, just befuddled...
Hands Off My Fruit!
This dream, very vague, may have gone in with the gymnasium part, "Sidestepping The Santa Dancers." I was with somebody who seemed a lot like my brother, if it wasn't him. A slightly older guy, intent on annoying me. :) We were in some kind of long rectangular room with a high ceiling, ugly-colored walls (khaki green?--maybe a darker version of what I described in "Two Rodents In A Tube"!), perhaps padded benches along the long walls. There were long shelves up above these seats, also lining the walls, and there was food and such stored on these. (I'm thinking of overhead compartments on a plane, though these weren't compartments. Just a plain shelf.) There may have been hamster food somewhere, and I may have been looking for it. But then what's-his-name who was with me asked me something, or else I saw he was eating some fruit. Perhaps he asked me what I was eating? I had something with me, like an orange. Whatever we said to each other, I then pointed up at the shelf on the opposite wall, which contained all sorts of fruit--I specifically remember watermelons, just sitting up there--and I let him know, perhaps not by words but just by my look, that this fruit was MINE and I intended to eat it at some point in the future, so hands off! (Hm, I just noticed what I have written down, maybe this guy was supposed to be a member from another site, I.--not sure.) I think he was already eating something of mine, and I told him to leave the rest alone. He smiled and then reached up to take something else down (though the shelves were WAY too high to just reach up, he must have stood on the bench or just gotten hold of it somehow). I tried to stop him--I don't remember ever talking to him in this dream, but I must have been thinking NO! I didn't WANT him to take my fruit! We started physically fighting with each other, tussling really, me more out of annoyance, though he found it to be great fun. Feh.
As that seemed to take place in a strange dim room, it may have been part of the school the gymnasium was in in "Sidestepping The Santa Dancers." I don't know if it came before or after that other dream though.
Music Men
One dream snippet had a scene from a TV show with a bunch of guys standing out front of this building, on a little stoop. I realized they were supposed to represent the different decades of musical history--from the Fifties to the Nineties. One guy for each decade. So I tried to locate "Mr. Fifties," and there he was, dressed like a greaser and all. I don't recall seeing Mr.s Sixties, Seventies, and Eighties, nor Nineties, though at first I thought Nineties wouldn't be there, then, realizing that decade was over, I thought, well, why WOULDN'T he be there? I figured he would be dressed like grunge style. He did show up (they were just standing around striking sulky, rebellious poses), but I don't recall what he looked like. (They may ALL have looked to be from the late Fifties/early Sixties--if they did, then I was just confused.) The stoop they were on was outside this brick building perhaps with glass doors, like a library. It was daytime in that one.
Suck That Popsicle!
One tiny dream may have concerned me sucking on a Popsicle. (I know I'm misusing a trademark as it was probably a generic brand.) It was blue, like the blue raspberry ones I've been having in real life, and I sucked on it rather than chewed it to see if I could get the juices out. It lost some of its color then, and faded to white on the part where I'd sucked on it. "Hm," I mused. Hadn't really expected that, as I tried it in real life not long ago and it didn't seem to lose its coloring. I think I was in the living room in that one and it may have been night, but all I was really looking at was the Popsicle. :)
2001 Dreams
HOME