Earthquakes and black licorice

Dream recorded 08/27/11 at 7:15am

I am in my private dorm room in college (although not any dorm room I've had in real life). It is very large and spacious, with lots of big windows, and the place is very bright with daylight.

Suddenly there is a huge earthquake. I fall to the ground. The earthquake lasts a long time, and is so strong I can't stand back up. I crawl over to my TV and turn it off. Then I crawl over to get my purse. I hear shouting outside the door in the dorm hallway.

The shaking finally stops, and I plan to go out and talk with everyone else about what just happened. However, college friends (both real and made up ones) burst into my room before I can go out. Everyone is talking about the earthquake. I hadn't expected people to come inside my room, and I'm embarrassed about the mess my room had become as a result of the earthquake.

I am trying to tidy up my room of the belongings that had fallen about, as more people come inside. Eventually I decide to forget about it and just hang out with everyone instead of trying so hard to be a perfect hostess.

A girl comes up to me and hands me huge bundle of black licorice sticks, apparently as an offering to try and become a member of my friends group. She seems shy, but nice, so I accept and she goes off to hang out with everyone else in my room.

The Martial Arts Club

Dream recorded 09/07/11 at 5:30am

The local hang-out spot is a wrestling/martial arts club. It's a massive indoor gymnasium with tall bleachers on opposite sides. The gym floor is covered with mats. There is a large entryway, with an office you can get to by climbing some stairs.

Everyone goes here to hang out after work or school. Generally, however, only guys participate in the wrestling or sparring, while girls merely watch and cheer during the matches. Girls who participate in sparring are looked down upon by the people who run the place.

Well, I enjoy sparring (in my dream, that is... in real life we only did choreographed "forms" in our wushu class, never sparring). I'm hanging out at the gym with Jeremy K, Sang, Jon, and Luke from high school. We're all scheduled to be in sparring matches at different times. I'm the last on the list, and I plan to use my wushu staff. We all cheer during each match. I spend a lot of time talking to Luke.

It finally gets to my turn. However, right then, all the lights flip off, the music stops and everyone is leaving the building.

I spot the lady who has the most power over running the club and stop her as she's walking out. I tell her I was supposed to have a turn at sparring and got skipped. She looks at me with disdain, and says she does not care. I ask her if I can at least get my belongings; I had left them all inside everywhere because I had thought I would be in a sparring match. She waves me back inside with a scowl.

It is evening and getting dark outside, and I stumble around inside the dark gym. I'm really annoyed at how misogynistic the people who run this place can be. I manage to find the light switch and turn on the lights.

The place is a mess, with trash strewn about everywhere. I gather up my things, alone and feeling bitter, and also try to clean the mess up a bit. I pick up a lot of wadded paper and cotton puffs and throw them into the trash. They won't all fit, and keep falling out of the trash bin.

Suddenly, I realize the light switch is like a lever in a video game, where it only stays toggled for a small period of time before switching itself off again. The lights then turn off without warning, and I'm left in the dark gym alone again. Everything is starting to feel extremely creepy. I fumble to turn the lights back on, but as I go to grab my gathered belongings, the lights go off again.

While groggy and attempting to record this dream in my journal, I ended up forgetting what happened after that point. The dream must have gotten much more frightening, however, because I woke up with a start with my heart pounding.

The prophecy is right

Dream recorded 08/12/11 at 8:45am

I'm hanging out with Geek Club Evan and some other people. Something about playing a game or watching a DVD. Marilyn from high school comes back from some vacation.

Suddenly I realize that the items and words I've seen in random boxes of other stuff, when put together they all somehow make sense and have to do with Marilyn's travels...? Then, I am writing in these boxes with everyone; we are signing the boxes, like a geocache log as "found".

In a different room, later. Weird stairs in the middle of the room. I am trying to figure out some puzzle or something. Events have been following some foretold prophecy.

There is a short, round, stocky man with me; he is bald and his head is very spherical. He wants to hang out and joke around, but I tell him I am disturbed because something just doesn't feel right. The prophecy said something bad was soon to happen, so I was not in the mood to make jokes.

The guy says something like "THE PROPHECY IS RIGHT" and turns to me. He grabs me by the back of my shirt. As I feel myself rising in to the air, his face morphs into a horrible fanged mouth (no eyes or nose) that is a dark vortex, sucking everything towards it like a black hole.

I wake up screaming.

He's trying to steal my baby

Dream recorded 08/16/11 at 5:30am

I was carrying two children, maybe ages 3 and 5, through a parking garage to my car (my kids I guess, non-existant dream ones) and buckling them in. A creepy boy about age 12 suddenly jumps into my car door before I can close it, and won't get out.

For some reason I start screaming, saying things like "He's trying to steal my baby!!" Some passersby notice but mostly ignore me. I'm hysterical, screaming and trying to get the boy out, and not let him close the car door (to lock himself inside with my kids). His gang of friends walks by and they sneer, laughing at me.

A group of girls walk by and I scream at them to please help me (now I am saying "help me save my little brother", I guess I am a sister now instead of a mom). One girl stops to think, and I recognize her (as someone I know in the dream, but she isn't a real life person). Her name is Bianca. She and her friends help me get the boy out of my car, and we yell at him for being so stupid and messed up.

I remember yelling "You're so young your balls haven't even dropped yet!"

Using a footrest is uncivilized

Dream recorded 08/21/11 at 5am

I'm hosting a meetup at a cafe. Orson Hodge from Desperate Housewives decides to come, but he arrives 4 hours early. By the time the meetup finally starts, he is very cranky due to the wait even though it was his own fault.

Only a few people show up even though a lot had signed up online. There is an older guy who keeps asking if Geek Club Victor is coming, because he is going to Victor's board game night that same evening. I say Victor's probably not coming because he didn't sign up for this one.

Orson keeps snapping at everyone, and is being very rude. He tells me to take my feet off the footrest because it is uncivilized. Geek Club Dave is there and orders pizza.

I am wearing a courderoy pencil skirt and it is very uncomfortable, and I'm feeling pretty unhappy about this meetup so far. I'm also really cold and don't have a sweater.

Earlier: Something about a wushu demonstration at a park nearby. It was fun to watch and participate in the interacive parts of the show. I consider taking wushu classes again, but decide not to, because they remind me of high school (which I hated) and a couple people I prefer not to remember.

Jello Greg is there during the demonstration though and really enjoys it.

I wake up cold without enough blankets on me.

This was your dead father's personal rug

Dream recorded 08/22/11 at 9:30am

We were some sort of rainbow colored small bear-like creatures (sort of like Care Bears). We lived in a run down building.

It is nighttime and we are trying to sleep in one room, inside sleeping bags. It is so cold though because the room's windows don't have glass or anything inside the panes, so the freezing air comes right in.

Later: Something weird is going on with the leader of our bear clan. She comes out of the basement storage and is displaying all these really gross, dirty stained rugs. We are all creeped out. She goes up to her son bear and shows him one of the more nasty crusty rugs and says "This was your (dead) father's personal rug" and tells him to smell it.

Later: A bunch of us bears are laughing and poking fun at one other bear. Then later on we are disturbed because we haven't seen that one bear for quite some time now, and we're worried our teasing maybe went too far and has made him snap. We fear he'll be coming back to get us in a transformed evil demon bear form.