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Dream Journal: “Tonight on Nightline…”

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You know when Nightline begins, they always have a quick segment where they preview stories from that evening’s program? Well, my dream last night was that segment. It was a series of brief clips, some starring celebrities telling scandalous or emotional stories.

I kissed Steven Tyler to release me from my fat body. - Kim Kardashian
Maybe it was Steven Tyler, maybe it was just a creepy old guy. I know he was supposed to be famous, and “Tyler” was in the name somewhere. The clip showed her getting kissed by the guy in the woods, or at least in a grove of trees on the grounds of a resort. And very reluctantly and disgustedly so.

I have an emotional relationship with cabbage. – Oprah
on location in Oprah’s private garden

Somewhere in Malaysia: Plagues were rocking a small, rural village. When it wasn’t raining urine, frogs were falling from the sky, along with worms and other creatures. The children, who had climbed trees to gather frogs, were believed to be gnomes that were also raining down on the village.

Dream Journal: Five-Part Harmony

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I think it was raining for the entirety of the dream.

David Crowder*Band

There was a conference going on at the local college campus. It was some kind of Christian conference called GPI, which I think stood for “Global Project Initiative.” The musical guest for the conference was David*Crowder Band, which just released a new album. I left campus to go home before the conference, and as I drove through a residential neighborhood, I saw the band rehearsing. They were spread out over several houses’ backyards, as if each band member had his own backyard. It was pouring rain, yet they stayed outside to rehearse. I didn’t think it was a good idea to be out in the rain with so much electrical equipment like amps and sound boards.

When I got to the house, several of my friends were hanging out in the driveway. My one friend and I jumped into the car to avoid the rain, but one of our other friends stayed outside and leaned against the door to keep us from getting out. “You can always go out this door,” I said to my friend, motioning to the door on my side.

We eventually got out of the car, and all of my friends were just standing around between two buildings. We were either waiting for something or just trying to kill time, because we didn’t seem to have anywhere else to be. Maybe there was music playing, or maybe someone just started singing spontaneously, but at that point we started improvising harmonies. Pretty much each person was singing a unique part so that we had at least a five-part harmony going on. I can’t remember if the song we were singing was something known from the radio or if we were making up the song on the spot.

Dream Journal: Gandalf and Donuts

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Penny Johnson Jerald as Captain Victoria Gates AKA "Iron Gates" or "Sir"

I was taking a class taught by Captain Victoria Gates from Castle. I’m not sure if it was actually her, but it looked like her and was just as frightening and intimidating as the character. The class met in a small study or library, where the lights were dim and the walls were mahogany and lined with books. The room was just big enough for the large table, “Professor” Gates’ chair at the head by the door, and the students’ chairs around the table.

We were going over a textbook, and she was mercilessly calling on unprepared students to share what they found interesting about the reading. I hadn’t done the reading and was searching the book for something to share. When she called my name, I flipped through the book to find any term I could throw out. I landed on the section about “ITS,” a term that referred to one’s desire to be like God. I was trying to make up something to say, so I commented that I found interesting the thin line between the ITS, wanting to be like God, and another term that referred to one’s desire to be God. Apparently I wasn’t far off-base with this, and Gates proceeded to elaborate on the subject. She showed us a mathematical equation to calculate the difference between wanting to be like God and wanting to be God. ((a^2 – b^2) / c^2) / 9. Or something like that.

Kevin James

After class, or perhaps in a completely separate dream, I was driving down a busy road. At a red light, I came to a stop next to an old man who was half in my lane and half in the shoulder. I noticed that Kevin James was standing nearly in the middle of the intersection. He was passing out promotional donuts from a local shop to drivers as they went by. When the light turned green, I rolled down my window and drove closer to Kevin so that I could get a donut. I was close enough but did not anticipate the donut to be 2 pounds and as wide as a dinner plate! Luckily I was able to keep my grip on the free treat. I think at that point, I was no longer driving but walking. As I walked past a Dunkin Donuts filled with people I knew, I peeked my head in to say hello. “Just wanted to say hi,” I said. They looked at me like I were a traitor, since I had the ginormous donut in hand from their competitor. “Get outta here,” one of the patrons mumbled.

Later in the dream, Cinderella was in the woods with her mother and father, who was a giant, angry, Gandalf-like man with claws. Her mother was trying to reason with “Gandalf,” but he was focused on trying to get Cinderella, who was running away and trying to hide. Cinderella was also tearing apart a foam mat or pillow and throwing chunks at the giant. Her mother told her not to tear apart the whole thing, because they would need proof later that she had been alive (or something like that). Her mother was also trying to create a list of all of Cinderella’s nicknames and aliases so she can register them for protection.

Dream Journal: Happy Birthday?

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I was on one of two boats in the midst of a prank war/battle of wits/actual battle. The other boat had small livestock, like goats and donkeys, tethered to their deck, but the ropes were long enough that we were able to reach out and take hold of them. When they weren’t looking, we would cut the ropes but hold them tightly enough that they wouldn’t notice the shift in weight. For our final, end-all prank, we planned to send a little boy over to their ship on a jet ski. When he tried to start the jet ski, though, the engine stalled. No gas. I went inside our ship and grabbed a red plastic gas can, which was filled with gas we had siphoned from the other boat earlier in the day. With the tank filled, the jet ski started, and the little boy made his way across the short gap between the boats. When the other ship’s crew was looking the other way, he climbed up onto the deck and spun a light they had on top. By spinning the light, the boy turned on the beacon or signal, which then called the coast guard to come get the ship. Supposedly, that made us the victors.

After the battle, I went inside the ship’s cabin, which was actually part of a giant house. The house was an interesting combination of mansion and old church (not like a Gothic cathedral but a 1970s musty church with ’70s interior design). I lived in this house with a roommate, who had planned a surprise party for my birthday. She hadn’t dropped any hints about the party, so I hadn’t cleared my schedule nor gotten ready for the party. I was walking around the house in a pink bathrobe and a white towel on my head, and apparently there were already guests in the house. One was an old college roommate, who was dressed in an ’80s bridesmaid’s dress with ’80s hair; apparently the party was themed.

My roommate didn’t know who to invite, so she asked random people to attend. These were people who went to my high school (but weren’t friends) or had any vague connection to me. When I went upstairs to the youth room in the church portion of the house, I found a room full of guests sitting at dining tables. They awkwardly said, “Happy Birthday!” since they didn’t really know me or know why I was attending the party in my bathrobe.

I made a quick exit and proceeded to the mansion part of the house. There I found my cousins from Texas getting ready for the party. I went into the bathroom to get ready, and one of my cousins was watching the flat screen TV mounted in the corner. 20/20 was airing a special on Gavin DeGraw, who was still recovering from his August 2011 assault and accident (he was attacked by a group of men in NYC and was hit by a taxi minutes later). The recovery was a slow process, as he was walking with a cane in the TV special. His face also looked like he had a stroke.

I would have continued dreaming, but a text message from my coworker woke me up at 10:30, an hour and a half after I was supposed to be at the office.