The end of the world as we know it.

June 2nd, 2013.

Perhaps because the movie I watched before going to sleep last night was 2012 (you know, the movie inspired by the predicted "end of the world" by the Mayans), I dreamed that the world was ending.

Slowly the world was being enveloped in this thick, black smoke. First, you should know this: I am desperately in love with one of my best friends but I can't tell him because he is happily dating this pretty little thing he goes to college with, and far be it for me to be the one to disrupt his happiness with her. Anymawhozer, in my dream, we are several years in the future. This friend had knocked up his girlfriend and his girlfriend died in childbirth, but he was left with a precious little girl whom he had named Cora. Well, somehow in the dream I had prior knowledge of the destruction of the earth, so I picked said friend up (along with his adorable baby girl, now a year or two old) and we set off to outrun the end of the earth. While driving and then once on a plane (better for outrunning the smoke, you see), this friend related to me how if he wanted anyone to help him raise his daughter, it was me, because he knew I would raise her to be an independent, strong, and beautiful woman. Shortly after this, I woke up. It was still early in the morning so I promptly fell back asleep and had a new dream.

My friend Katie and I (who has been staying with me for the last month but just moved out to spend a semester in Australia) drove to a far off city to have dinner with some friends. I think this dream was meant to be sometime after the end of the last dream, with the earth being restored and life returning to normal. Said love-of-my-life friend was there at the restaurant, along with a few friends of Katie's. We had dinner peacefully for a while until I became very angry because my friend was flirting unashamedly with the waitress, and as I was very much in love with him and had hoped by now he had figured it out. Clearly he hadn't. I slammed my glass of water on the table a few times, confusing everyone, and when they lost interest in me quickly, I stood up fiercely and stormed out, slamming my glass down on some stranger's table and leaving it there. I sat on the patio outside the restaurant for quite a while before anyone came to check on me. But it was not my friend, it was a male friend of Katie's and he comforted me while I told him the reason for my behavior. That's when I woke up.

I promise I'm not a childish little girl about these things... though my dreams seem to make me look otherwise, huh? I guess it's because no matter how much we hold in on the outside, our dreams don't lie to us. They tell us how we really feel, even when we don't want to admit it to ourselves.

Doctor Who 50th Anniversary

May 29th, 2013.

So in my dream, the 50th Anniversary episode came on. And I watched the episode in the dream but I don't remember anything about it. What I do remember is that in order to understand it, you had to have seen 2 previous episodes and because I couldn't remember what they were about, in the dream I had to watch those too. But I only got through the first one before I had to go to my friend Ty's house. He was throwing a celebratory after-the-50th party. When I arrived, there were a ton of people there (some he didn't even know, like my family, lol), most of them not even DW fans. He and his girlfriend Bethany were both there and when I saw them I tackled both of them to the ground in a bear hug. It was odd. Lol. The young son of an old high school teacher, Harrison, was there too, but he was only like 4 years old and he was the size of like a Barbie doll. The party was being held outside some building which had a sloping yard, a fence at the bottom, and then a drop off at the end of the hill past the fence (where it dropped off into complete nothingness, just a bottomless pit). Harrison was trying to climb through the fence to the cliff face and we had to pull him back and drag him all the way up the hill so he wouldn't fall. That's when I woke up!

The past coming back to flirt with me.

May 22, 2013.

Last night I dreamed that I and a group of people (only one of whom I remember from the dream so I don't know if I actually knew these people) were somehow trapped in a giant mansion. Inside the mansion were also trapped a giant hippo and a giant gorilla. The hippo and gorilla did not get along, and if they ever happened to wind up in the same room of this monstrous mansion together, they would fight. The hippo was peaceful enough, but if the gorilla encountered us, it usually overreacted and tried to kill us (thankfully, he was always unsuccessful). Finally, as a group we decided that we should make the two creatures fight to the death so that we would only have one giant animal to contend with. There was a large pool in a courtyard in the center of the mansion. We led the creatures here. That's when I woke up.

But throughout this dream, the aforementioned person that I know was constantly flirting with me. This person is an old coworker of mine that I had a thing for BIG TIME. I used to call him Mr. Blue Eyes because he had the most gorgeous big blue eyes (I mean, obviously). And I mean, through the whole dream, he just wouldn't stop flirting. I loved it.

I NEVER get flirted with anymore. I haven't flirted with anyone in a long time. So even though this was a dream and it wasn't real, I still really enjoyed it, and it felt good to be flirted with.

Three dreams in one night.

Sitting in my car in the parking lot of my apartment building, two thugs come up and wave a fake gun at me (it's obviously fake because it about the size of a toddler's toy water gun) and demanding all of my money. I tell them I don't carry cash and that I wouldn't give it to them anyway because "your gun is clearly fake." They become angry and demand money anyway, so I pull out the dollar or two that is in my wallet and the small change I have. They take it and get into the car right next to mine. Later I see their car in the parking lot again and I realize that they live there. In anger, I key the number 21 into all of their windows (in the dream this number was significant but now I can't remember why). The whole rest of that dream I spent worrying about them coming after me for keying their car.

The second dream is some kind of girls' night slumber party, where we watched a movie and talked. My mom, my cousin Kayla, and another girl I don't remember was there.

The third dream consisted of some kind of competition, where you had a team and had to accomplish all of these missions inside this building before the other teams did. It was very dangerous, but it wasn't real danger because there were people watching us through cameras to insure we didn't really get hurt. At one point we were in the bathroom using the medical supplies to clean up a few cuts and scrapes when we heard these loud, LOUD footsteps. We thought it was some kind of monster creature coming for us, but it turned out to just be an obese woman and her son who both had very heavy footsteps. That's when I woke up.

Futurama (or something like it)

My dream last night was really long and intricate, but I will tell you the gist: it involved a program that allowed people to project their minds into the future, where their minds were then placed into clones of their bodies, so that essentially, anyone could visit the future.

In the future, every city was like its own floating planet (covered and oxygenated), and to travel between cities you were sucked up through these vents and changed into a million tiny particles and the particles were magnetized so that you would land in exactly the right spot on the next city.

In the dream, I and my immediate family used this program to travel to the future Oklahoma City. We visited the future OKC Zoo (where the animals roamed more free because they were more tame - and where I saw a man dressed as a gorilla who I decided to call Gorilla Man & who appears later in the dream). Later we decide to visit the future Amazon Forest. After our trip we have to travel back through our vent. Gorilla Man shows up and travels at the same time. We all get sucked up.

This part of the dream was really cool, because it felt like I was flying/free falling through the sky as my "particles" floated back toward the ground. When I landed, my family was nowhere to be found. Suddenly my mom called me to find out where I was. The phone call was brief.

After that I finally found my mom - but she had NO idea who I was. Soon I discovered that somehow, instead of the normal time frame, I had been transported back FOUR MONTHS from when I was supposed to return from the Amazon. And now, my family couldn't remember who I was. But then how did my mother call me, I wondered!

Desperate, I made an announcement over the city intercom asking for Gorilla Man to meet me where we first saw each other (in the OKC Zoo). A few hours later, he met me there, and he remembered who I was. So why didn't anyone else?! This is when I woke up.

Evidence of my TV addiction

Last night I had one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a long time, and it proved to me that I have been watching WAY too much tv. Here's what happened: a bunch of people were kidnapped by the guy who plays Danny on The Mindy Project. He was a creepy but lonely (and bored) millionaire who decided he wanted to reenact the Hunger Games. So he kidnaps me (and I am myself, but I look like Reviva from Underemployed, which I was watching last night), several cast members of Glee (including Chord Overstreet, the girl who plays Tina Chang, the guy who plays Kurt, and a few more I can't remember), Shay Mitchell from Pretty Little Liars, and Nick Miller from New Girl. He places us all in a glass cage and orders us to fight to death or he will kill us all himself. Only one can live. At first no one fights but then he shoots one of the contestants, after which they all start in. At one point he electrifies all of the weapons so that we can't pick them up, so that everyone is forced to fight hand-to-hand combat. Early in the game (I've been hiding and avoiding mutilation), he pulls me out of the competition. He says it's because of my child. (I don't actually have a child, but Reviva from Underemployed does... so maybe I was more her than me.) He makes me sit out next to him and watch the rest of the contestants kill each other. A little later he pulls Nick Miller out too but doesn't say why. Eventually, all of the contestants are dead because the last one was stabbed already and he bled to death. He forces Nick and I to return to the arena and threatens to kill my baby if we don't fight. Instantly I pick up one of the electrified guns and shoot Nick in the chest. Now the weirdest part: at the end of the dream, right before I woke up, everyone that was dead in the arena, including Nick, stands up. None of them were actually dead. They were all hired actors, in on it, except for me. That's when I woke up. It was an intense dream.

December 11, 2012.

I came to a mandatory presentation given by the school. It was about some kind of new aptitude test created by these two young geniuses in their mid-20's who had made millions from it, and the school asked them to come speak about the test and administer it to a select group of students. I was one of the students selected to take the test.

As we were taking it, the two young men walked around the room perusing the test takers. One of them, tall and handsome (and looking a lot like Joel David Moore), caught my eye and seemed to have been intrigued because he kept coming back to the same spot and just looking at me. Once the test was over, most everyone started to leave. He came up to me and asked what I thought of the test. "It was very personal," I said. "Which is new for an aptitude test, since they generally ask generic, do you ever do this and how often questions."

He smiled. We continued talking for several more minutes until soon we noticed that everyone else had left. He looked a little shy and quietly said, "You know, I don't normally do this, because I'm a professional. But I have really enjoyed talking to you and I wondered if you might let me take you to dinner."

On a whim I said yes and I gave him my number. A few days later he took me out to a really nice dinner and a carriage ride. I really enjoyed myself and grew to like him a lot. We went back to his hotel room (he was just visiting for the test, you see).

I told him after he kissed me and we went inside that I don't normally do things like this. We made love and then fell asleep together. In the morning, I had to leave for work. I rolled over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, which he returned with a strange, surprised expression. "You don't normally do things like this, do you? Take a woman on a date, spend the morning with her after."

He shook his head, almost blushing. "Then why start with me?"

"I don't know, really. There's just something so intriguing about you. I can't seem to get enough." I smiled.

"I wish I didn't have to work today." But I did. I got up. "Can I use your shower?" He said of course. "I'd like to see you again, if you want to," I said, peeking out from behind the bathroom door.

He grinned and nodded. Then I woke up.