Dream: I plant, I cook, and I fly in Willow, the video game

I had a dream I was growing eggplant. I put the seeds in the soil and went to cover them with another layer and they were already sprouting. This pleased me a lot, because I wanted to grow eggplants for the ninja.

I had another dream where my hair dye had washed out in my shower, leaving me with a dark stripe down the middle of my head, and all the rest was as if I had bleached it blonde at some point, but only in places. I had decided I would wear a hat so only the ends of my hair showed (finally a dream where at least one thing is the same about my hair, even if it is just the length—last time it had lots of deep blue curls. I don’t even have curly hair.) I went into the kitchen to make Texas toast and found that every pan had been used, even my blue baking dish, so I went for the drawer under the stove where there was a pan left behind from the previous inhabitants. It was different than I remembered it, and first off it seemed like there was steel wool spun out of the metal and covering the entire pan.

I also pulled out of it a swatch of honey-blonde hair and thought it was really weird and somewhat gross. I figured out how to dump out the packed steel wool and examined the pan. It had different layers and functions. A person could turn this little knob and these blind like pieces of metal would turn, so you could use it as a frying pan, or open the slats and turn it into a grill. The bottom seemed to have a diffuser built into it, and I thought it was pretty cool. I never did get to make toast though.

In another dream there was “Willow, the video game” except I was Willow himself, and I could fly. I would jump up from the ground, and at first I had to use my arms and legs like I was swimming, but the higher I got the easier it became. I had to fly down these tunnels which glowed blue in the distance, but for some reason I stopped to interact with the inhabitants of the world between tunnels. I was somehow carrying this Force that could help people, but I had been told by those who bestowed it upon me that humans would always take it for themselves if I wanted to loan the Force to other people to help them with their problems. There was this particular man who wanted to take it away from me to find his son, but he was very threatening and was constantly thinking about braining me on a rock and taking the Force from me. His wife was nice, and genuine, and just wanted to find her son. In between avoiding the man and talking to the wife, I decided I wanted to help her instead of just fly by.

There were many instances where people were going to try to catch me. One of them used a wide scarf they were knitting as a bow, using the knitting needle as an arrow. There was also an archer hiding up a tree, but I snuck up behind him and picked him up by the back of his shirt. I told him I was going to drop him now, but I would get closer to the ground to do so. He was similar to Legolas in the Lord of the Rings movies. I was often on the tops of steep hills and I would leap off of them to start flying. Sometimes I would worry that I would stop being able to fly, but I eventually called myself silly for thinking it would go away and I would only prevent myself from flying by doubting that I could. One time the Legolas dude was after me in the lady’s house, but I floated up to the ceiling. The lady was disappointed and hopeful all at the same time, and I found that I wanted to help her so much it prevented me from flying away. In one part, I was running through this meadow like place to get to a cliff, and I remembered that I should be walking the way Willow did in the movie instead of running the way I was supposed to.

For some reason, I would have to dress up like a woman to trick the father. I had to wear this pink dress (I was watching the scene from outside of Willow’s body) and what looked like a lace decorated surgeons mask (also pink).

I kept looking at the tunnels in the distance, knowing how easy it would be to fly to one and forget about all these troubles, but I did want to help the lady a lot.

Before I stopped, the tunnels were wonderful to be in. It was as if they were sorts of energy vortexes or something of that sort, all transporting to other places, and one of those places would be where I would use the Force I was gifted with.

Dream: Stranger in my own apartment

I woke up and I left my room. There were about ten or twelve other people in the apartment, and all of them looked shocked to see me. This lady damn near charged me and I took a step toward her and she stopped. She was confused as to who I was, and demanded to know where someone else was (let’s just say the name was Lily, for sake of later reference). She was almost in tears, and frightened at the same time. I told her I had been living in this apartment since last March, and I had no idea about a Lily or anyone else. I looked around at all these middle aged people wandering around in my suddenly bigger apartment.

Someone was in the bathroom and I had to go, and a younger girl reminded me about the other one, the one with stalls. I followed her (there was suddenly a hallway where my refrigerator usually is, which would put one in my closet, but here it was a hall) down the hall, which tilted downward. The light was somehow thin and blue, and it seemed cold. There were high windows and everything was white tile, but it wasn’t too bright or blinding because the light was too dim. The girl was nice to me and smiled. I felt like I wanted to spend time with her and get to know her and hang out.

We left the bathroom and we were in a bus terminal waiting for a bus to come. There was a group of people who all seemed about my age, and they seemed to be interested in the same things as I was, and they all welcomed me when I walked up, not as if we knew one another, but as though they accepted me immediately into their group. One of the kids had an acoustic guitar, but he wasn’t playing it. The girl sat next to him, drawing her legs up beneath her as she did so.

Dr. Ninja came from my room to the bus station and asked who all the people in the house were. I said I didn’t know, and I was like come and sit with us for awhile, because the people I was sitting with would be leaving soon. Everyone welcomed him too, and he seemed to like the environment and seemed to smile in a particular way that signified sincere pleasure. The people invited us to go with them to wherever they were going, and we ran back to my place to pack.

Dream: Giant robots and a leap from a cliff

I was working with Pike (a high school teacher) in the gym of my elementary school, dismantling weird shack looking things to make room for a stage we were designing. Then later we were outside in the academic mall area at NMU and I saw a huge tyrannosaurus rex robot gallivanting toward the water. I was like "omg, so-and-so got the robot to work! I want to take a ride in it!" And Pike went “yeah but…” and then the police showed up and started shooting the robot to bits… “but it has many weak points at the joints.” He showed me places on a mini-model as the functional bot was destroyed.

Another dream: This one is a little more hazy. I was in someone’s dorm room, and I was surprised by the furniture. Everything was wood—real wood, and the dresser and the bed had drawers under it that had the same fittings and the same cherry stain. I said oh, these are part of a set, and this girl who lived next to the people started complaining that I was wrong when it was obvious that they were intended to look similar. There was another piece of furniture, maybe a desk, that looked more like an oak stain and the wood grain was totally different, and she kept trying to convince me that it matched the dresser. I was like “ya’ll is so wack,” and left.

It seemed like the hall outside the room was set along a cliff when I exited, and I had to back against the wall and inch my way wherever it was that I was going. It seemed like there were people—eventually, one in particular that was “out to get me.” I was able to ignore the person for the most part and continue the exploration of the cliff face. I could see the road below me, and see that there were people in cars, people with guns seeking me. They didn’t notice me at all at first, but later on people began to come up the cliff to warn me, to try to get me to hide. I told them not to worry, because bullets could not destroy me. They didn’t understand and still worried, and I smiled at them and leapt from the cliff. I landed on top of one of the cars, but lightly, not denting it like I would have in the waking world (ha). This scared the people that were trying to kill me and they seemed more determined to get me. They began to fire at me but somehow they missed entirely. I am sketchy on the rest.

Dream: It's always Christmas inside...

My throat felt weird so I looked in the mirror at it and right behind my jaw I saw a Christmas decoration. I thought it was a Christmas decoration anyway, but it looked like a totem pole of three dwarves, just the heads stacked one on top of the other. It also seemed as though it was affixed by this weird white glue substance, and when I pulled the thing out of my throat it was just like pulling one of those bathmats that have all the little suction cups off of the tub bottom. I thought oh grossssssss, but my throat felt better. Then I realized there was probably another on the other side.

Dream: I help a boy fly

I was watching a boy with long red-orange hair (down his back; he was a mature ten-eleven year old). He was pretending to be a girl that wore glasses, I think because he was hiding from something or someone. Sometimes I was in him, other times I was just watching. I moved into him to help him fly or float. He could jump without effort when I moved him into the air, and when he did jump with effort, he would go 20-30 feet up into the air.

He was playing with this girl, running around on these rocks—I have been in the same dreamscape before—it’s a open area of grassy land with large smooth rocks still embedded in the ground, with the soil worn away from them. There is a waterfall to one side, where the water has worn down a path through the stone ground, leaving rougher, exposed stones. He would leap from rock to rock, flying through the air. He was afraid most of the time, until he realized although he wasn’t really in control of it he wasn’t being harmed.

Sometimes the girl would ask if he could hold her and jump so they would both fly, but he felt weird doing so. He was developing feelings for her and was still pretending to be a girl, so touching her at all made him feel weird when it shouldn’t have.

They had to hide in this closet—I moved out of him when he wasn’t flying or jumping and he was overcome by emotion and kissed the girl. At first she was okay with it, but then she moved away in surprise and started to say something about not wanting to be that way with girls. He let his voice go a little deeper but he’d been pretending so long it seemed strange to him. He took his glasses off and tried to convince her that he was a boy, not a girl, and that he’d been pretending to hide. She seemed relieved and hugged him around the neck.

Later, they were in a building that somehow reminded me of a McDonald’s play area, though that might have been because of the huge pipes tunneled along the ceiling. The people who were after him came and I moved into him to help him leap above them, lifting him to the ceiling and helping him grab hold of and climb along the pipes. Everything ended up okay.

Dream: Guarding David Carradine's son...

I was watching David Carradine and his female partner live their lives together. They had lots of children together in a short period, like four kids in just as many years. I only remember two of the children though, one a boy between three and four with pale blond hair and a little girl maybe a year younger with ringlets in her hair. It seemed as though the kids could sometimes see me, but Carradine and his lady did not

I watched the kids play a lot, and the little boy seemed to get into an awful lot of accidents. I remember seeing them playing in the shallow water at the edge of a rock shore, like at Presque Isle or something. The little boy was laying in the water, and the kids were running around nude, getting that warm sunned-brown hue. I think the boy got up then, but I knew that there were guardian spirits trying to protect him from ending his sojourn here.

The son died somehow—I am not sure if I was there or not. It seems as though I was never seen by Carradine, though I spoke to him and he somehow heard me. I sat beside him, watching him look through a photo album of those days, all the smiles on everyone’s faces, the kids laughing, etc… and I said to him “He only lived at birth because guardian spirits protected him. They always protected him to the best of their abilities, and he could see them, he played with them. Then… be grateful for the time you got to share with him.” He heard me, and nodded as if they were just pretty words I was saying to comfort him rather than truthful.

I left him then, and came across a young Michael J. Fox type person who was like… Carradine’s biggest fan, and was giving him some kind of award for changing so many people’s lives in the Kung Fu series. Fans from around the world had come, and the Fox character had everyone write the name of the city they came from on pieces of paper and stick them to the map. The map was covered with tiny bits of paper.

Carradine wandered in, distracted and melancholy, and saw the map. The Fox character explained what the papers were and gave Carradine a piece of paper. He wrote on it slowly “Creek Bridge” or “Owl Creek” (which was a signal to me that I was dreaming, one that I didn’t get until I woke up because “Owl Creek Bridge” was a reference to an Ambrose Bierce story about a man who dreams wonderful dreams just before he is hanged). It was a moment of realization to him, and he seemed somehow as if he had somehow gotten some peace after the death of his son. He set the paper on the map, then leaned over it again and wrote “home” under it. He smiled at the fans and thanked them.

This is the same sleeping sequence but this part seems to deviate from the previous story.

It was winter outside, and there were kids playing in the snow. It wasn’t a well plowed road, so it was somewhat difficult to see where the road was and where the yard was. I was in the DARPster’s car, and this guy got in—a guy who was not at all my roommate. I asked him if he even knew how to drive a stick, and he said yes, but he didn’t drive it that well. We drove down this snowy unplowed road and this girl ran right next to the car as it was turning, and I had to look down out the window to see if she was hit. She seemed fine and oblivious to the fact that she was very nearly run over. I pounded on the window and waved at her to go back to the yard, and she just looked at me with great surprise as if she just realized the car was there.

Then I was in the cafeteria on campus, sitting at a table with a sandwich. I was eyeing cookies and thinking about eating them with some ice cream since it was a rare occurrence to eat on campus and I might as well splurge a little. Someone asked me to go somewhere, so I went.

Then I was in a store. I don’t know what I was buying or if I was buying anything, but I was in the checkout lane and this lady with three kids hanging off the side of her overflowing cart got in the lane behind me. My aunt and cousin came up with a cart just as full and told the lady they were with me, effectively cutting in line. I helped my aunt unload the cart—it took a while, and my 16 year old cousin was wearing a skirt so short when she bent over I could see her thick black thong. I was looking at her bum like “what the hell are you wearing” in my head, though I didn’t say anything, I just motioned with my head to her mother, who either didn’t notice or say anything about it. At the end of the unloading, there were four Hershey bars. I took another one from the display and set it with them, still wanting something sweet from the interruption in the cafeteria earlier.

Dream: Painting orcs and girls with the same brush

DREAM 1:

I was at a swim meet, probably from the ninja's description of them. I was supposed to be one of the swimmers, and I thought that it was stupid that they blocked off part of the pool so the laps were very short. I reached from end to end and I could touch them, though I knew my arms stretched a little bit to at least seven feet across. I don’t recall swimming so I might have woken before I was supposed to. I was dressing in front of everyone, and I didn’t have a proper bathing suit. It was some stupid two piece and I somehow was wearing a red shirt beneath it. I looked down and the shirt was poking out of the suit bottom. I shrugged and figured people might just look and roll their eyes as if used to my antics.

DREAM 2:

At first I was in this attic sort of room that had this yellowish glow to it, the way a dimly lit place does. It also seemed that light was coming from below the windows, and that also made the ambiance different. It seemed to be a place full of books and papers, mostly loose papers, and Wonka was walking around, talking and gesturing with his hands a lot about the things he wanted me to do, but I was in a hurry to get to class, so either told him I quit or I had to go.

Then I was in a classroom or a room that looked a lot like a classroom, and there were these little orc figures about the size of run of the mill action figures. It was decided that they should be painted, and one side would be from the desert and one side would be a “sea—no, more like a river basin—salty marshland, yeah.” So each side had to be painted according to it. Someone said “For it is the way of those who die to not know how they are killed.” I might have lifted an eyebrow or something, but I was enjoying mixing the colors for the painting.

I painted one orc in vibrant warm oranges, yellows and reds and decided his metal would be gold, so his armor and helm and whatnot were all gold. He was a rather pretty orc. I stood him up and the teacher or dude in charge (DIC) used another figure to knock it on the floor while he was lecturing or describing the battle. I was about to paint another orc the same way, but I thought that would be stupid and picked the other orc up off the floor. He knocked it down again, so I shrugged and started to mix the colors for the water dwelling orcs.

I started to paint one but someone was standing over my shoulder talking and I wasn’t sure if they were telling me what to paint or if they were telling other people. He said to weave the colors, so I started to paint them like a cross hatch pattern. It seemed as though my brush had three long rubbery strands, so I put each strand in a different color. It made cross hatching much more easy to accomplish, and was more textured than a normal brush stroke would have been.

Somehow I was actually painting a girl who I went to elementary and middle school with. The girl was beginning to get upset with me because if I didn’t paint her correctly, she would be killed even in her own watery realm. She pointed to a smudged spot on her side and said “see, this looks like someone just rubbed a sponge all along it. That’s very noticeable. Blocks of color like that just don’t appear in the marsh!”

I did my best to accommodate everyone’s wishes, but then I realized I was on a bus, and my stop was coming up soon. The girl was getting fidgety and I was busy mixing more colors. I took a stick of Trident gum from my pocket and peeled off the paper. I decided that it would help the paint stick better if it was mixed into a gummy goo. It came to my attention that I had painted her whole turtle shell… turtle shell? Where did THAT come from? Oh well, I did a good job on it anyway. I wanted to camouflage the shell to her body so there wouldn’t be a break in texture. When I looked up from painting again, her turtle shell was surrounded by these semi-spiky balls fastened all along the rim of it. It looked rather cool, and I was pleased.