Reality Is Wrong

Dreams are for real

Saturday, March 17 2012

I don’t know if the dream and the nightmare are connected, because if there was a middle part I guess I forgot it.

My friends and I were at the beach, and it was a stormy day. They were complaining, but the waves were huge so all the surfers had come out and that was why I wanted to go. Well, to see one surfer in particular, who got scouted by some sponsor people. So we laid out our towels and sat down, and soon the sun came out and the waves died down and so we went into the water.



Jill and I were in a big warehouse that was I guess our garage, and I was looking at all these red cans of Sprite and saying “Why did no one tell me we had all this Sprite?” There were a few doors in each of the 4 walls of the warehouse, but we couldn’t lock them. We thought our friends Dave and Dory might try to sneak in and take some of our stuff, so we put up these big cardboard things in front of some of the doors that said “Hey Dave, how’s it going?” and stuff like that, trying to be funny in case they came in. Jill and I were at the back of the warehouse and the door all the way on the other side opened. I almost laughed because I thought it was one of our friends, but quickly I knew that it wasn’t. It was someone who was going to try and rob us. Jill sprinted into one of the aisles and hid. I made a run for one of the other doors. I knew it was a mistake as soon as I did it. The guy came barreling down the aisle at me and right before I got to the door I was stuck in place, and I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move, and I could hear his voice in my ear saying “I’m going to fucking kill you.” I heard a woman scream far away. I said “I have to go.” But I still couldn’t leave. I said, “Let me leave.. Let me leave!” And he said “You got it.” I heard Jill scream, “No!” and then I woke up.

Monday, March 12 2012

There was a large woman, presumably a teacher, in a big open classroom. A small boy walked in and walked across the room to get a can of paint. She was at her desk with her back towards him. He walked silently to the front of the classroom, set down the small silver can of paint, knelt down, and began working on a blank spot in a mural on the wall.

This is where it gets harder to remember.

She turned towards him and said something like “Well, this proves it. I knew you were just a figment of my imagination!” She was angry. The boy was not imaginary, he was real. I somehow knew this. Then she began screaming at him “Who did it then?! Her?! Him?! Them?! Me?! Us?! You?!” She kept repeating them, shouting all the object pronouns at him. He stood up and she fell silent, and he said “Me.”

Saturday, February 25 2012

Someone was trying to find a tiger… they went up to the mountains and were on a dusty hill with little desert shrubs around, looking for a tiger.

And then we were all mermaids in a big pool. There was no shade. A few of us were sitting along a wall in the pool. I was holding something heavy, and wearing some sort of goggles/hat. A mermaid guy came and said something to me, and I threw the heavy thing into the water. It made a big splash and sank. I took off my goggles/hat thing and threw that into the water too. They floated a few feet away. I realized that my cheeks were a little sunburned. The merman swam away and I went into the water to get my goggles/hat.

Monday, February 20 2012

I dreamt that I was in a mansion, and as I walked down the stairs I saw Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. They didn’t say anything, but I commented to Brad that he should do some show like Dancing With The Stars because it would be funny to see an actual celebrity on it, and he still didn’t say anything. He just kind of chuckled, and Angelina just looked very serious the entire time. And then we went to play a game of charades, only it wasn’t charades… it was some other sort of acting game. And Luke Wilson was there, and a bunch of people I didn’t know. And Luke had his head shaved, like at the end of The Royal Tenenbaums. Everyone played except Angelina, I think she was kind of standoffish.

And then I woke up, and it was night time, and some people who I was acquainted with but not necessarily friends with came and picked me up in a large red truck. And they were smoking weed, and we were driving over an empty overpass, and I told them about my dream with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie and Luke Wilson.

And then I really woke up.

Tuesday, January 24 2012

I was at a house party, and the band was Ozzy Osbourne… But he was singing Tom Sawyer by Rush, which I don’t actually know really any of the words to, but I was like mumbling along. And then someone told me they were going to move to a place down the street because it was too crowded, so my friends and I decided to leave and go there so we would be in front when everybody else got there. So we got in the car and drove like a block away and parked, and when we got out we could hear music. I wanted to check it out because it sounded kind of like Blink-182 or something, which I told my friends. So we walked around the corner and Avenged Sevenfold were playing on the lawn of some house. There was nobody around though, just them. So we were like “Oh…it’s Avenged Sevenfold…..” and just kind of left and tried to be nonchalant about it. And then we walked back to the house where Ozzy was playing before, but everyone was gone. And then I woke up.

Monday, January 16 2012

I was wearing the kind of pants that have buttons all down the sides so you can rip them off, and I ripped them off. But underneath the first layer was these weird denim cutoffs but there was a bunch of extra denim around the waist, which I realized was like a top to the denim jumpsuit thing. So I zipped it up and it was this really tight denim jumpsuit with legs to the knee and sleeves almost to the elbow. But it was way too tight and gave me a major wedgie. And I didn’t want anyone to know, and I was in pain and I just backed into the house like “Ow. Ow. Ow.”

Thursday, January 12 2012

Andrew Bravener was walking in a supermarket with a girl who was dressed like the girl at the end of Chicago who shoots that guy just as Roxie is proclaimed innocent. And they’re just walking, and all of a sudden she starts shooting some lady and throwing little tiny sticks of dynamite at her and they lady is dying and stuff. So the police come and chain her and AB up, but she thinks this is the best thing ever because they’ll get to be together in prison forever or something, and he’s just freaked out.
And then I don’t remember the middle, but I’m talking to AB later, and he said that he never went to jail because if the people around you and the people you know are good people, that can get you out of going to jail. And he stepped aside and on the wall behind him was a plaque that said “Good Lunch Lady”. And so I guess he didn’t go to jail because the lunch lady was such a good person.

Wednesday, January 11 2012

All I remember is that it was a red room, with red stair-type bleacher seating on one side. Like big stairs meant for sitting on. And there was strips of toilet paper laid out on the seats as if to reserve them. And there was a big rectangle shaped jacuzzi in the middle of the room. It was the only thing that wasn’t red. It was normal jacuzzi colored.

Monday, January 9 2012

I didn’t really have one dream, as far as I can remember, but little snippets of different dreams.

One was that I was sitting in front of my computer, but I wasn’t on the computer. I was looking at a little contraption on the desk in front of the computer. It had lots of buttons and it was white and silver with a little cup on top of it. Then, a timer went off and the machine filled up the cup to a certain line with red medicine. I didn’t take it, I just looked at the machine.

Another was that my dad and I were driving around, it was nighttime, and for some reason us and some other random people around town had to take people in yellow body morph suits around with us. So we were in the car and there was a person (I didn’t know who it was, the suit covers their faces) in a yellow suit next to me. My dad and I decided to go to Little Caesars, and when we got there my dad was going to go in without me. I told him not to leave me in the car alone, because I was scared of the Yellow Person, so I got out and went up to Little Caesars with him, leaving the Yellow Person in the car alone. When we walked up to the building we realized that it was closed and the lights were off, so we went back to the car. When I opened the car door there were two Yellow People in there. I started freaking out, but they pulled off the face part of the suit and started laughing like “We got you!” and whatnot. I still couldn’t tell who they were, because it was dark, but I could see that they were girls with long wavy hair because the streetlight coming in the car window behind them silhouetted them. I played along and laughed or whatever, pretending that I recognized them. That’s pretty much all that I remember clearly. Eventually I found out who the one that had been riding in our car was, it was a girl who I used to be friends with because our parents were friends and we carpooled to church together.

Another part (I don’t remember this one well at all) was that I was in my friend Mattie’s house… only it wasn’t her actual house. It was her house in my mind, I guess. But all the furniture looked like it was from the 70s. And there was something about a refrigerator… I don’t know.

And the last part, I feel like it’s a recurring dream, but I don’t know for sure. In it, my brother and I are on a steep hill at night in a camp ground with tents and stuff around us. We’re hiding behind a tree, and someone is coming towards us, and my brother jumps out and tries to scare them. The whole feeling of the dream is more nightmarish than dream like, and it freaks me out so I scream, and one or two old people come out of their tents to yell at us… The more I think about it, the more I think I’ve had the dream before…

Sunday, January 8 2012

I was in a little cafe with someone. There were coloring book on the table, so while we waited for the waitress I opened one and started doodling on one of the pages. It wasn’t really a coloring book, more of a sketchbook because all the pages were blank. I flipped through it and there were drawings other people had made. Somehow I realized that you could rip out the drawings and use them as temporary tattoos, and I was freaking out because that’s awesome. I tried to put one on my tongue for some reason, but it came out blurry. So I kept looking through the book and I came across a page that had been written all over. I read it, and it was a journal entry that Kurt Cobain had written while eating in the cafe. I ripped out the page and put it on my stomach. It was glorious. Ink that had actually come from a pen that he had been holding, it was on my body.
Man.
If only.