Hover Dream (and other strange things tied in with real life)

I had another strange dream. Go figure.

In this dream, I'm working at a software company (that I actually intern for in real life right now) but all I do is play this one video game. In face, everybody sits really close together with half-hexagon shaped desks. To my right is Danny, a guy who works in the company (irl, too, and who has been trying to hook up with my friend Beth) and he keeps encroaching on my space. His leg would stretch out under my desk, or his elbow would protrude awkwardly so I can't use my mouse.

The game itself is one where I play as a character, a little boy in a family. I think he may be adopted or the foster child, because the other children bullied him. Anyway, in the game, you wandered around the house when the adults weren't there, and you tried to prevent something from happening. Or tried to fix something that went wrong. But actually, you could not win as is. You lose, and then the game time-travels you (can time-travel be a transitive verb?) into when you were younger and everybody's happy (except you, because the kids still bully you), and know what happens in the future, you have to make sure that it never happens.

In the real life in the dream (@.@ this is getting complicated), I'm renting a one-room apartment. However, I haven't filled out the necessary paperwork yet since I'm only staying there for one month. Anyway, my friend Beth is also renting a room in the same building, since I recommended her to my landlord. (In my dream, it's very difficult to get an apartment for a decent price... like it is where I currently stay in real life.)

There is a building-wide meeting in another building, so we all head out there. And the first thing the woman in charge does when she seems me is to ask what I have done with the paperwork (which is nothing). So she thrusts some paperwork at me, which I fill out about halfway, before she tells that she now has to take me to pick up some things.

Of course, not knowing what is going on at all, I follow her quite a ways. We both have backpacks. Then, she says, "Run fast!" So I run fast trying to catch up with her. Then she says, "Now hands at your sides." So I do what she's doing and keep my arms at my sides while still trying to run fast. Then she says, "Okay, lean forward." And again, I do what she's doing, and lean forward so that I almost would've fallen, except I was running so fast. Then, all of a sudden, we were both hovering at about waist high and zooming around the city (through a plaza, around a fountain/mini-park area, and through some park) until we arrived at this one house.

The house itself is very run down. It has that empty feel to it. The floors are made of dark brown tiles. The wood on the stairs are half broken and rotted away. The windows are almost opaque with the buildup of dirt and dust. And as we walk in, we hear the click-click of our shoes. The woman gathers some things--and ignores the blankets sitting there--and hands them to me. (I have no idea what they are, since they magically disappear by the next part of the dream.) Then, she says, "We're done, let's leave." And that's when I remember that it isn't actually my apartment and we just went there to get stuff, which brought me a sigh of relief.

As we are stepping out of the house, though, I realize that the floor plan is exactly like that of the game. And that's also when I can no longer hover.

It happens like this: I get distracted by the revelation. The woman ends up walking out and away. So I have to find my own way back. Since I have a terrible sense of direction (which is true in real life, too), I try to trace my way back. Of course, since I hovered part of my way over, I try to hover that way back. However, instead of being able to hover, I just fall flat on my face each time. It hurts a bit, and no damage is done, but it's embarrassing and I just can't hover!

Anyway, I give up eventually and walk back. There is one part where I cross a 2-lane street and go across a large plaza with giant stores and flashy billboards, and throngs of people. The stores are normal store-brands, like Esprit or Chanel or Guess, but they sell raunchy things. For example, Esprit became a lingerie shop. Chanel sold perfumes advertised as aphrodaisiacs--for the entirety of a department sized store. I don't go in any of them and eventually make it to the tail end of the apartment building wide meeting.

Then I have to finish filling out the form, part of which asks for my GPA. Since I have barely passed my last year abroad (irl, too), I put down a conservative number: 3 to 3.5. My landlord says she wants this for a comparison on how to judge potential tenants by their grades. Then she looks at my grades in shock and says, "You didn't even pass?" Because where I was studying abroad in real life, the grading scale is different and 4 is passing. So I have to explain to her that no, I'm not a "fail student" and that it's a different grading scale in the US.

Finally, the meeting is over. The forms are filled out. And we all go back to our building to our apartments. And I become really anxious about something (can't really remember what--this is when my dream became fuzzy), so I decide to go to bed. And as I went to bed in the dream, I woke up in real life.

I don't think dreams are supposed to be this long and complicated... But, anyway...

Psychoanalyze that.

Another Weird Dream

Omg... another weird dream. I don't even know where to start with this one. But I guess I'll start with the beginning.

It's the second floor of a disco club club thing, and loud and rowdy downstairs, and I was supposed to meet with a friend of mine. However, he asks me to just wait a bit as he takes care of some business. In the meanwhile, there are a group of young girls sitting in a room--and by young, I mean about 8-14. I was sort of standing near the room (which had windows all along the wall facing the rest of the second floor of the club so you could see into it. Then, another gaggle of girls came and decided that they had reserved the room. Naturally, they got into an argument, and since I was there with nothing better to do, I tried to keep the argument from escalating. I was on the side of the first group of girls and so they stayed in the room.

Then I try to go fetch my friend, because I somehow knew that he was responsible for them. So I go over and climb down a twisty bit of rickety wooden stairs. There was a mini stage down there, and truly awful singing. (It turns out, later, that it was actually a teen-aged couple, and they had to sing for one reason or another.) Anyway, my friend's climbing up, to get back to those girls, and I was wondering what was going on by this point because he seemed quite agitated.

Of course, by the time he gets to the second floor, he sees the girls arguing about the room. He manages to scold/quell them and then rushes away to do something else. I follow him naturally, still trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

Eventually, he ends up in this tiny room. I mean, tiny. It has some (wooden) cupboards on one side and they would barely open all the way. That was how tiny the room was. There were also desks and monitors. Basically, you sit in the room and don't expect to move. Anyway, so my friend's all agitated in the room, looking around and finally, he opens a cupboard.

It turns out--as he explains to me--that he was taking the girls to see the Terracotta soldiers. The girls were wild American kids, and not the dutifully obedient (and probably repressed ones) of China. So naturally they went around and ended up touching and breaking something. In fact, they broke off the nipples of a couple of the them. (Don't ask me why nipples.) So he had to steal the handle of the cupboard. (Just... don't ask. I don't know either.)

The handle is basically a piece of metal with one end bent into a triangular shape. The other end is stuck through the wooden door, and secured with a washer. (Yes, it was a thin washer, not a bolt, even though it could screw on the metal and hold it there.) He does this, I anxiously help him, and hold the four metal pieces in my left hand. He's done, he closes the cupboards... and that's when the mad scientist whose room it is bursts into the room!

Apparently, this mad scientist is the one who is pushing for persecution of the little girls. I'm nervously holding the metal pieces in a loose open sort of way, hoping desperately the mad scientist won't notice. Meanwhile, my friend tries to have a conversation with him. However, the scientist starts talking about showing us his book, and disarmingly walks to the cupboard--the whole time with me in a nervous cold sweat--and points to the missing handles on the cupboard.

A tussle breaks out back in the hallway. I think my friend just pushed the scientist outside, screaming something like, "You think it's okay to torture young girls who never got a chance to grow up?" And they're fighting and fighting and fighting. Then somehow, my friend finds a frayed wire, with about a foot of the outside cut off to reveal the multiple wires on the inside, some of which were bare too. So he sticks the wire(s?) at the scientist and manages to zap the scientist a little.

Somehow after that, I started choking the scientist. He retaliates by somehow getting a hold of the wire (or maybe he was distracted doing that) and zapping me. Except I don't feel anything... except special movie effect where the subject stays in place but the background is shifting further and further back. And back. And back. And back.

I learn that the scientist was crazy because he loved and married a woman who had only been cold to him. I see myself in the club. I see myself in front of a bed. I see the seasons changing outside the bedroom windows, fall and winter and spring and summer and all over again.

Then, I realized that I didn't need to choke him anymore, so I let go. The first thing I hear is, "What changed today?" I look around. I'm in a house, and what I had been holding on is an old, dried, and fried corpse. The house itself is nice and airy, with the sun streaming in. It had that cute cottage feel to it. And there is my friend, who is now much, much older. He's 60 or 70 now.

I think I wandered around the whole day in shock. Instead of moments--or maybe minutes--of choking the scientist, I had been holding onto his dead body for decades! And my friend, who had only ever been a friend, albeit a cute one, has taken care of me this whole time. I feel obliged, of course, but also strange. Besides, while he is looking old, I still look as young as I feel, which is in the early 20's.

Anyway, in the end, we went to bed. He on one side and me on the other, with a balloon robot in the middle (think a straight wire attached to a red, round balloon at the top). At that time, I thought it was just a balloon. My friend brings out an open wire from underneath his bed and I shrink away. And he says, "I'm sorry, it's just become a nightly habit to try to bring you back." Then he turns to the robot and says, "I'm so glad that she's back, aren't you?"

And I figured he was allowed to be a bit eccentric because he's probably been going crazy taking care of me, someone who did nothing all day (as far as I gathered). Then the robot replies (and this is when i realized it's a robot), "Yes, I am very glad she's back, too."

That's when I finally got so freaked out that I woke up. Or maybe I fell asleep in the dream (I remember snuggling down into a blanket) and woke up in real life. Anyway, it was a very strange dream...

Psychoanalyze that, please.

Weird Dream

I had a dream I was shopping for shirts, made with fall materials but in spring colors. The stores were American stores, but the mall was situated where the Zurich Airport is, because I remember thinking, distinctly, that I needed to finish at a certain time to catch a train home (to my old room I moved out of 2 weeks ago, actually).

At first, I took all the stuff I wanted to try on to a fitting room. But it turned out that was not a fitting room, just an area in the fitting area (which is all dark and put up with tent material). So then I wandered around the fitting area, which was strangely big and busy, but absent of personnel. I found a rather large fitting room and started trying things on, but as I was putting on a yello shirt (satin underlayer with a translucent layer on top, square neck cut, and short, billowy sleeves), I realized that the door jammed and wasn't shut all the way. The door was actually crooked, so the bottom part of the door will always be open. Anyway, I tried to shut it by slamming it shut, which first caused it to bounce back open, and then caused a giant noise and a lot of dust to fall with the vibration, since everything was made with tent material.

That was when a personnel ran to me (slim, average hight brunnette in a t-shirt and skinny pants or tights, her hair was in a ponytail, the bottom of it not quite reaching her neck) and told me anxiously that the changing room might be dangerous because it's potentially on a fault line. So I had to evacuate that particular changing room.

And then I got mad, thinking that I would never get a chance to actually try my clothes on, and that's when I woke up.

(And then I had a random dream sequence/thought that in order for sex pounding sounds to be echoed for miles and miles around, you'd need to practically fall from 2 miles up in the air everytime. Since that was not very practical, you'd actually both have to be giant sized, like those monsters on the mountainsides in Japanese sentai shows.)

Psychoanalyze that, please.