Pink Floyd and Facebook

When I woke up, I didn't have time to try to recollect my dream. I was too busy worrying about the hole in the wall I kicked last night.

So I'm on Facebook, having a huge conversation with Jake and Sarra. But...its not online. This makes absolutely no sense, but somehow the Facebook wall was real, not exactly "concrete" but not virtual either. It almost seemed 3-D.

The clearest thing I remember was right before I woke up. I guess I had posted up a song I recorded online, and somebody wrote on my Facebook, telling me how good it is and that she told her friend about it, who liked it too. An image of a glass pouring yellow liquid then "appears" as she is telling me that its the best party song, even though its very mellow. I then am on my bed, and above me is a dangling box of headphones. I rummage through the whole thing until I put a pair on, and then the song I made starts instantly playing. It sounds a lot like the beginning of Dark Side of the Moon and it actually felt like I had surround sound headphones! I could distinguish which ear the sounds were playing into. On my left side were laughs (from Pink Floyd), and on the ride side were heartbeats, also in the opening of Dark Side of the Moon.

I was VERY confused when I woke up. Just before I was about to sing in the song I was listening to, my dad opened my door.

Chased by Matt, and Into the Sinatra Room

I walk with a group of students into a boarding school. It looks like orientation day, but it might not have even been a school. Its very crowded. I walk up the stairs and somehow end up at a library. It looked like the Media Center at Groves. The library is fairly empty, and I'm desperately checking to see if any of my friends are there, so I won't be embarrassed. Matt Devore is sitting with another guy (might've been Josh Trosch), and he waves over to me, asking me to sit down with him. I quickly make up an excuse, I think it was "Oh, shit, this isn't where I'm supposed to be!"

So I run out and leave the library, and start to go down stairs. This part was very confusing. Although it seemed normal in my dream, I realize now that the stairs kept changing sizes, and I was going very quickly, all a mess really. I was running fast, because I thought Matt was following me, and I didn't want him to know that I had lied. So after a few flights of stairs, I end up in a dim room. The room has a TV playing Frank Sinatra pictures at the front, and the rest of the room is filled with vintage black furniture. A voice for the television is narrating the "story" of the furniture in the room, telling how Frank Sinatra had owned it. While the voice is being played, I frantically run in circles around the room, sliding against the furniture. I remember that the couches and chairs were VERY slippery. A man walks in the room, a teacher-like character, and says something to me, probably about Sinatra, but I don't remember.

I guess Matt is still following me, so I run up the steps and enter a bookstore. It's very crowded, unlike the room I had been in earlier. I walk across the isle that the door leads into, and I look back to see that Matt is following me. I get stopped by a black guy who offers me one of his homemade Chocolate Altoids, that look like large chocolate chips.

...And then I wake up.

My Money!

It's a little late to be posting this. All parts of my dream aren't in, but I remember this short bit:

Me and my brother are at Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum. Me and him both were given money to spend at the arcade. Dylon spends his as soon as he gets the money, but I keep mine. In my dream I thought "When I wake up, I'll have this money!" I somehow knew it was a dream, but kept on going with it. In the dream I keep asking myself if the money will still be there when I wake up, and my dumb self concludes that it will be, and I will have gained a couple bucks.

Carolyn, I'm a Hippie - INCOMPLETE

I wrote this last month, and never finished writing it, here's what I wrote:

In my dream last night I was at a festival of some sort, probably 4th of July since thats what yesterday was. Carolyn was there, and her and Lauren come up to me and I think my brother. I'm talking about life when Carolyn comes up to us, and since she thinks I'm a hippie I try to impress her by talking about philosophical shit. But then we hug.

Carmel, Disaster, Art Speeches, and Seduction

I just had the most vivid dream. It was long and told a lot about me and my thoughts. The people who were with me in this dream changed a lot, so its a bit hard to remember who I was with. There were also many in-between parts that I cannot remember, and the dream may be a bit out of order. The entire dream seems to skip parts without any relevance to each other, and it looks shorter than it actually was.

So first we're in a hotel of some sort, I think. It's me and my brother and a couple other girls, I think Ana. We see a vending machine and Anna gets Crunk Juice. I look at the back of it to see that its only 2 calories (no idea how or why I remembered this).

I'm with Carmel and we're walking, I think in someplace that looks a bit like Birmingham but not completely. She's telling me how her and some guy had sex for 3 hours, bragging about it. It makes me feel bad because I remember how I didn't answer the phone the last time she called me (in the dream and in real life). We walk into the U of M art institute, and turn into a room where my sister is about to do a speech in front of the whole class. Don't remember what's after that much.

After the speech, Dylon, Danielle, my Mom and I walk to the nearby amusement park (looks like Cedar Point). Once we're there, we notice a huge tidal wave about to crash on everyone at the park. I pull my family down to the nearest subway station, evidently there's one behind us. We try to enter a subway, but a red sticker reads that its out of service. A voice from the station tells us that instead of moving by subway car, we'll be flying. So, all of a sudden we're lifted out and fly. We pass by a Hollywood set restaurant and a man tells me how horrible being a star is.

There is a part in the dream where I'm in my sister's bathroom, looking for some Visine eye drops for red eyes (because I guess I was smoking the reefer in my dream). Once I find some, I keep putting them in my eyes, because I continuously miss my eyes. I look in the mirror to see if the drops worked, and there is crusty white shit in my eyes.

I then am inside a house with all-white walls, or it could be the art school and/or the hotel from the beginning. This part was short, but I was with Brad and Jake. We're trying to find a way to get downstairs. The first flight of stairs we see I almost fall of of, because its so steep (it was wooden). We then find the next flight of stairs to be good to go down.

The last thing I dreamed was that Jasmine is on my lap, sucking on my nipples. Sounds strange, but it actually felt good in the dream. I'm sitting down, and Brad and Jake are next to me in a different row of seats. For a minute Jasmine is caressing my back and seducing me. When she gets off of me, I glimpse and she looks like Dayna Koslowski, even though I know it was Jasmine (for some reason, I thought she was Jasmine but in the dream it didn't really matter). When she walks away, Brad and some guy across from me in a different row of seats are hounding me on how I should've made a move.

I dreamnt what I did because I was at Brad and Jake's party last night, I couldn't make a move on Jasmine, and I want to talk more to Carmel but don't know what to say.