Happy Shrew
December 11th, 2005, 07:13 PM
I'm somewhat prone to messed up dreams, but these past couple of nights have really taken the cake. What's going on with me?
On Friday night I had a dream about someone I know here at college. He was going on about how he bought all of these boxes of Juicy Juice on sale three years ago but never drank them, and he was worried that they might have gone bad. All of the boxes had Sesame Street characters on them (a phenomenon which apparently does exist but I didn't know this until I told someone about this dream later). So I was sitting there thinking about what to do with all this juice and, upon slightly waking up, I had an idea - sell 'em on eBay as mint condition collector's items!
I was sleeping over at my boyfriends, so in my mostly-asleep condition I somehow mustered up the ability to talk and we had this inane conversation:
Me: I have an idea.
Him: Hmm?
Me: Wait... does Brian have three year old juice?
Him: No.
Me: Oh.
Then I drifted back to sleep enough to start dreaming again. I went and asked the guy if he really had the juice, and he said yes, so I wanted to say "See, he DOES!" but I didn't wake up (fortunately).
Funny thing is that, when I told the guy about my dream, he said he was actually trying to find some of that Ecto Cooler stuff that Hawaiian Punch used to make back when Ghostbusters first came out. So he IS in the old juice market, just not Juicy Juice with Sesame Street.
Last night I dreamt that I found this island that I thought was Cuba, but was actually the city of Des Moines, Iowa. The city had lifted up out of the midwest and settled in the Carribean somehow, and all of the locals pronounced the place's name as Dez Minz. Even though they suddenly had all this awesome beachfront property, they still acted like they were in the Great Plains, and barely anyone even realized anything had happened even though they had been there for a good while. I think the mayor was the only one who knew what was going on.
Later on last night I dreamt that I was a male kid (I may have been Bart Simpson) who wound up working for one of the villains in Dick Tracy. I spent my time secretly opening up doors that had been suspiciously taped closed with duct tape. I figured I'd satisfy my curiosity in a quiet way that wouldn't get me in trouble. I had started with the door-opening when I heard this woman screaming "Let me in, let me in!" and pounding on a door that was apparently on the street, but behind a set of five or six taped-shut doors. I got through enough of them to see her through a window - she got snatched away. The woman was Breathless Mahoney - I kid you not when I say this was a Dick Tracy universe I was in. Which is weird, since I haven't seen/read Dick Tracy in over ten years.
I also had a brief dream last night that involved a kid sprinkling some sort of white powdered carpet cleaner on the rug. There is a stain on the rug in my boyfriend's room, and it was that same rug I saw for sure. I think I was just watching the kid from the bed where both of us were sleeping, actually. For some reason, though, I knew that the carpet cleaner was poisonous and the kid was trying to kill us. At the time I dreamt this my boyfriend was rubbing my back while asleep, and I interpreted it as a threat and shook the poor guy awake as an attempt at defending myself.
I guess my question after describing all of this is a simple "What the HELL, man?"
On Friday night I had a dream about someone I know here at college. He was going on about how he bought all of these boxes of Juicy Juice on sale three years ago but never drank them, and he was worried that they might have gone bad. All of the boxes had Sesame Street characters on them (a phenomenon which apparently does exist but I didn't know this until I told someone about this dream later). So I was sitting there thinking about what to do with all this juice and, upon slightly waking up, I had an idea - sell 'em on eBay as mint condition collector's items!
I was sleeping over at my boyfriends, so in my mostly-asleep condition I somehow mustered up the ability to talk and we had this inane conversation:
Me: I have an idea.
Him: Hmm?
Me: Wait... does Brian have three year old juice?
Him: No.
Me: Oh.
Then I drifted back to sleep enough to start dreaming again. I went and asked the guy if he really had the juice, and he said yes, so I wanted to say "See, he DOES!" but I didn't wake up (fortunately).
Funny thing is that, when I told the guy about my dream, he said he was actually trying to find some of that Ecto Cooler stuff that Hawaiian Punch used to make back when Ghostbusters first came out. So he IS in the old juice market, just not Juicy Juice with Sesame Street.
Last night I dreamt that I found this island that I thought was Cuba, but was actually the city of Des Moines, Iowa. The city had lifted up out of the midwest and settled in the Carribean somehow, and all of the locals pronounced the place's name as Dez Minz. Even though they suddenly had all this awesome beachfront property, they still acted like they were in the Great Plains, and barely anyone even realized anything had happened even though they had been there for a good while. I think the mayor was the only one who knew what was going on.
Later on last night I dreamt that I was a male kid (I may have been Bart Simpson) who wound up working for one of the villains in Dick Tracy. I spent my time secretly opening up doors that had been suspiciously taped closed with duct tape. I figured I'd satisfy my curiosity in a quiet way that wouldn't get me in trouble. I had started with the door-opening when I heard this woman screaming "Let me in, let me in!" and pounding on a door that was apparently on the street, but behind a set of five or six taped-shut doors. I got through enough of them to see her through a window - she got snatched away. The woman was Breathless Mahoney - I kid you not when I say this was a Dick Tracy universe I was in. Which is weird, since I haven't seen/read Dick Tracy in over ten years.
I also had a brief dream last night that involved a kid sprinkling some sort of white powdered carpet cleaner on the rug. There is a stain on the rug in my boyfriend's room, and it was that same rug I saw for sure. I think I was just watching the kid from the bed where both of us were sleeping, actually. For some reason, though, I knew that the carpet cleaner was poisonous and the kid was trying to kill us. At the time I dreamt this my boyfriend was rubbing my back while asleep, and I interpreted it as a threat and shook the poor guy awake as an attempt at defending myself.
I guess my question after describing all of this is a simple "What the HELL, man?"