08/21/01
Vegeta In Love

My family and I were planning a trip somewhere. Eric and Shannon were with us again and it was hot and sunny out. It's like we were going somewhere far, but where we ended up going...well, I'll get to that in a moment. We went outside to the car(s) but then I remembered that everyone else had gone to the bathroom but I hadn't. I had THOUGHT I might be able to hold it in (I'd never think that in real life, go when you have the chance is my motto!), but I wasn't so certain now. So while the others were just about ready to leave, I went back on the porch and found the key down in the corner by the door, then put it in the lock and let myself in, hoping they wouldn't get too antsy in my absence.

I went into the bathroom--it was light in here--and it was like someone, Ma? came in but I wasn't upset about that. I was upset about my pants! I sat down on the toilet and looked at them. They were khaki colored, made of like the same coarse fabric as a pair of my real-life shorts, and there was a big STAIN across the crotch! No, not like that. It was like a big smear of dirt, and I recalled that I had knelt down or sat in the dirt and gotten it on me. *sigh!* I couldn't wear these pants. Plus, it was hot out--why not wear shorts instead?

So I must have gone to get changed. I don't remember changing or even going to the bathroom, as the dream then shifted. Now, we were all in a big movie theater.

I was sitting toward the back--the seats really rose up near the end, the room was sloped and everything was in these taupe tones. Carpeted. Very nice and cozy despite its size. The others were with me but some of us were spread out in our own groups--there were probably at least a dozen of us, most likely more, but it wasn't crowded; it was still relatively empty in here. Everybody was chatting because the movie hadn't started yet. In fact, where the screen would be...it just led down to the wall and the door where we came in, I think. I never remember seeing a screen.

A woman--like an usher?--came around handing out peanuts. Peanuts! Like a stewardess! I think she missed me though I wasn't upset. Then she came around again handing out another item. Somebody asked what it was and somebody else--Ma?--myself?--answered. At first it was some kind of hair product and she was handing it out free, but then when she got to us, coming up on my right, I saw it was health bars of some sort. Tasty. But they were VERY thin, like Fruit Roll-Ups. They may have had paper around them like those items also. Still, they were free, and they looked tasty, like granola bars; I may have lifted my hand a little but she was already coming my way (we were closer to the left side of the room, facing down--an aisle was directly to my right), and she handed me one, possibly one to Ma as well. Then she walked off to hand out the rest.

Then she came back to us--I'm not sure if she left and then came back, or started to leave then changed her mind--but she had like two bars left. And--she gave them to us. I received them, surprised. I don't think everyone had gotten a bar, and I already had. Why was she giving them to US? To ME? I felt extremely flattered and happy that she would choose me to receive the extras, and sat there with the two snack bars that I'd been given (I'd handed one to Ma), marveling over her generosity.

Ma, however, was not so comfortable with this. She somehow had changed into my fourth and fifth grade teacher, Miss J., and she looked at her two health bars with a frown. She didn't seem happy. She got up and I wondered where she was going, when she walked further over to the left, toward a little girl. I THINK the girl may have had dark hair, but I'm not sure.

At first I assumed, and somehow "knew," that this girl was her daughter. "How nice," I thought, "she's giving the bar to her daughter." Then the child may have changed so she was just a kid in the theater with us, but when Ma/Miss J. came back, I still thought that had been sweet. I hadn't liked that she felt she MUST give it away, but it was kind of her to be so thoughtful. And she did seem happy again when she came back.

She sat down next to me again, on my left, and it was either her or a woman right behind us, but somebody started talking about thanking God for the good things we are allowed in life. One of the women was a religious person who may have represented somebody I've met online, but I'm not sure. Ma/Miss J. was somewhat religious also and commented on this. When they spoke of "thanking God," I remember I said, "Every night," meaning I pray every night (not necessarily thank God, but it was close enough for me, in my dream). I'm not sure if they heard me though; I didn't say it very loudly, my voice seemed scratchy, and they continued talking as if I hadn't spoken, or they may have looked at me funny; not sure. I just know that I didn't feel incredibly comfortable saying it, but I wanted them to know.

Now, wonder of wonders, Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z was seated near us, leaning against the wall (at one point it's like the wall was to my right--was I turned around in my seat?--and he was leaning against that, at another it's like he was leaning against the back wall). He scowled at us, arms crossed, getting mad at all the sappiness we were expressing in his presence. Not sure if he spoke up about it or not but man, did he look pissed. Staring at him I started to laugh, and his scowl only grew darker. The others with me just looked at me with surprise.

"I'm sorry," I gasped to Vegeta. "I'm not laughing AT you, but I'm sure there have been some times when I laughed WITH you!" And I just couldn't stop laughing over his evil look, though I really didn't want to offend.

It's like I looked away from him for a moment, and when I looked back the expression on his face had changed. Now his eyes were open wide, weird looking, and he had this bizarre, too-cheerful smile on his face. Not looking angry at all. UGH what a horrid expression, I can't even explain how awful it looked! I stopped laughing and said, "Okay, you can quit doing that now." But he just sat there with that LOOK, not moving at all. Like he'd frozen that way. I knew he was feigning a smile just to get me mad at him, since I'd gotten him mad.

EUGH that look got on my nerves!! I covered my eyes with my hands and yelled, "You're freaking me out!!"

Now the scene shifted a bit again; I was still in the theater with everybody, only now instead of talking to Vegeta, it's like I was reading about him in the comic. Now I found a different reason for his grinning (though my first reason had been correct, at the time). In the comic he was on Planet Namek during the Frieza Saga and he kept chasing Bulma around because he was nuts about her. o_O Yep, that's a weird one, all right. She just could NOT get him to leave her alone. He was ALWAYS one step behind. And yes, she was trying very hard to get rid of him--but it wasn't working!! Talk about persistent. At one point he was even riding atop a pterodactyl of some sort, chasing her with this goofy grin on his face, with those big blank eyes, and little hearts floated all around him!

In another drawing in the comic (I was facing the back, turned slightly to my left, sitting incorrectly in my chair--everybody else was still in their little groups, chattering), Vegeta was standing there wearing an Earth-style coat--can't remember it now, it was brownish and he didn't look right in it, he looks better in uniform--and he was doing something but I'm not sure what. Probably standing there looking all intense with a grin.

RIGHT before I woke up the dream had something to do with me looking through a (the?) comic and there was a warning that kids might not want to read further as it got more violent. Can't recall the exact wording. I continued browsing, and the very last scene, right before I woke up, had to do with a guy (or a boy?) getting his head torn in half. Not torn off his neck, but like between the jaws, from side to side. He wasn't cut or anything normal--it was like some powerful invisible creature just grabbed his head, pulled, and it TORE into two pieces, one from the other. I saw a frame or two of him before it happened--it was white drawing on a black background--and then there was a picture of his head ripping in two--one half to the left, one to the right, the top of his skull and top jawbone going left, his bottom jaw going right. The thing was not overly gruesome--it was in B&W and looked more like a sketch. But the tearing skin, and the eyes wide with horror, made it seem creepier than it looked.

I woke up right at that point so I didn't get to see exactly what was going on with this guy, though I assume it was related to DBZ.

That was the only dream I remembered last night.



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