Dream Journal

This is my journal of my dreams. I got this amazing idea from www.dreamviews.com and you should check it out. Feel free to comment, everybody dreams weird things sometimes, and you only remember the weirdest ones most of the time!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

started off with someobody showing me a YouTube video, happens a lot these days. The youtube video was a cartoon, and it looked like it was from the hobbits book. They (one of my friends maybe) called it something, it was a certain chapter or part of the book. Then I ended up IN the video, so it looks like surreal life now. There are hobbit-like characters, though I think they're alter called dwarves, and they are stealing all the christmas presents from the house and tossing them in a bag on the roof to run away with. I don't know if I tried to stop them (I wanted to). The world has an FFVII/RPG-feel to it, maybe there were some references to an FF game or something.

I'm now in a wal-mart kinda place and I'm looking at this little section where there's a few things of food from Dairy Queen or something. I guess I'm supposed to be in a restaraunt except the food is 0n metal display baskets and there's only one or two of them and no cash or table, it's exactly like in wal-mart. I hear a disembodied voice talking about the food, and then they talk about drivers (maybe going thru the "drive-thru"?) and how they can't have this awesome food - then they repeat this phrase: "peanut butter, ice cream, chips - awesomification." I eventually say it, too I think.

I'm in my apartment but it looks different. I am first sitting, maybe, on the couch, maybe. Evan talks about how she can't to Capoeira in this space, and I lok at her: she's in the typical Capoeria stance and little red things are marking the space she nees for her feet, though the room looks more like it's supposed to be for Tae-Kwon Do. Anyways, I'm trying to move around furniture so I can do tae-kwon do too. I lift a table with my head (from underneath) to move it (this is reference to when I moved my own table; it's broekn and if you drag it the legs fall off). and I get it eventually right into the corner. (my jaw hurts here, too). I get out and ask nathan if that's good. No response from him really. Then the table turns into a different table and there's a seond table which is the table tht's supposed to be moved first. I just kinda stare at it.

Later, maybe? I'm in our/greg's room and greg is playing a shooting game with a pistol kinda like that duck hunt rifle except it's a pistol. And yet it's a racing game but he's shooting stuff. Whatever. The screen, a little square screen with a very long back end to the thing (kinda like a radar gun or something) is moving with greg's aiming except not really in the right direction, it's not even in his view when I come it, it pivots over later so I can see it. Greg is maiing racing noices (nyeaaaaah!)

I'm in my mom's house, in the bathroom and I pull out of of my teeth! It was supposedly loose and fell out, it looks like a baby tooth. Underneath the REALLY HURTS. (I was leaning on my jaw with my hand when I was sleeping and dreaming this; do dreams ever exaggerate things!) There is a hint of another tooth comin up, I poke it or some thing and the tooth comes up. It's big, square and has black parts of it in the back. The black parts hurt A LOT. I call my gransparents (visual of my going through my contacts list on my cell phone) Then when grammie comes one I ask "can I speak to grampie please" except my lips are now bloated like I got from the freezing from the dentist when they pull out a tooth. She goes on about a number to call related to the subject mortgage (maybe they're talking with their mortgage advisor?) I'm rooting around with a few papers and can't find the number to use. I scan through the list and see weird names and things I don't remember.

Wake up.