Ugh…before I start the next installment of dreams, I have a quick question.
Is anyone else dying? I only ask coz Orlando (Florida…the unhappiest
place on Earth) has a really bad flu going around, and I can't make it go
away…Enough of my complaining…
Crying Child sent me these dreams (Yippee skippee!!):
IZ dream:
I dreamt that I was Zim, (FUN!) and GIR was watching TV, and a report came on that
there was strange radiation in space, and I knew that meant there was an Irken assassin coming to kill me. (NOT fun!) And I ALSO knew there was nothing at all I could do to stop her, and she knew I knew that and I knew she knew I knew that and she knew I knew she knew I knew that and so on.
So, flash to the next day in skool, and she (the assassin) comes as a 'new student' and Dib doesn't notice she's an alien, despite the fact she's not wearing a disguise. Throughout the whole day I'm in a bad mood, (Wouldn't YOU be?) and I cheer myself up by throwing slushies at Dib. I also come to this conclusion: I may not be able to save myself, but if I'm gonna die, I'm taking her WITH me!
So around lunch she traps me in the broom closet, which by the way, is black and looks like some sort of pointy sacrificial altar. She uncorks a pinkish-purple triangular glass bottle full of a smelly purple gas. Now, in my dream, Irkens have super-sensitive smell organs, (Which explains why Zimmy's always complaining about stench) And if they smell anything incredibly FOUL, they'll die. So I'm fighting her, and I get a few good hits in, but it's useless.
I breathe in some of the purple gas, and I choke and collapse. The bottle falls and breaks next to me. I'm lyinging there dying. And SINCE I'm dying, I can read her mind (Dream Logic) And she's being REALLY cocky about the whole thing. So she tries to open the door but... it's locked!!! And the smelly stuff is filling the room! So she screams and pounds on the door, and just before I die, I see her collapse.
(Ha ha! But poor Zimmy/Me! Incidently, this was the first time I've ever died in a dream. I've had dreams where I was DyING, or already dead, but this was the first time I DIED.)
Yet *she* lived to tell about it too…
Non IZ dream:
I was standing in a mall parking lot, (don't ask what I was doing THERE) when I looked on the ground, and there was a keyring with about a thousand keys on it. I picked it up and walked over to the nearest van, and unlocked it. Then my math teacher came running out of the mall screaming I was stealing his van, so I started it, but in place of gas and brake pedals, there were bike pedals.
So I'm riding this van like a bike for a while, when I come across a tombstone by the side of the road. I get out to read it, but the writing's all murky. I rub my eyes again and again, but I still can't read it. I turn around and I see the van has been stolen, but really it just drove home by itself. Instinctively, I suddenly know that the tombstone is mine, but I ALSO know if I turn around to read the writing, it'll scare me so much I'll have a heart attack and die.
So I stand stock-still for a while, when a helicopter lands in front of me with no one in it. I figure I've already stolen ONE vehicle today, so may as well steal this one two. It flies in the air, and it takes me to prison. The prison is actually kinda nice, but it's full of skunks. So the prison guards pull in these skunk-killing robots but they set them too sensitively, and they start killing EVERYbody. So I wash my hands, and they leave me alone, but then someone, (who apparently is trying to kill me) pours hot sauce on me. So I run and run and wake up.
And Kat23a had some pretty frightening nightmares:
My Scariest Nightmare: I was at my grandma's house with my cousin Jenny(who's also my best friend, and has been since birth). No one else was there, and we were just playing and fooling around, when suddenly, creepy shadows sprang up everywhere, eerie music started playing, and the whole house began to resemble the set for "Freddy Kruger Returns...AGAIN!" Jenny and I got closer together, terrified. One of us suggested that we go upstairs, and the other quickly agreed. We crept towards the stairs quietly, trying not to alert the evil that we knew was there somewhere of our presence. We had just reached the stairs, when IT descended from the ceiling, the distilled essence of EVIL, the single most TERRIFYING thing that I have ever seen in my whole life - A TAP-DANCING, SHOWTUNE SINGING SPIDER!!!!! Really. It was only as big as my hand, but, MAN was that sucker scary. It sang "The Loveboat" as it chased us through the whole house. Finally, I got so scary that I pinched myself to wake up (I can always tell when I'm dreaming. Getting myself to wake up is the hard part). So I woke up, thankful that no more spider-related terror was heading my way. After a while, I went back to sleep. The INSTANT I fell asleep, the world suddenly went black (well, duh, of course it went black, my eyes were shut), and I could hear the faint strains of music through the darkness. I listened harder, heart beating in my chest, and I could just make it out. It was...showtunes! No! Right when I realized that, Mr. Showtune-Singing Spider descended from the ceiling and laughed, saying "I'm baaaaaaack..." I woke up again.
That is one of the three or four times that my dreams have continued themselves. Crazyness, no? Well, that holds nothing to my dream about being chased by a bloodthirsty vampire while in a clown car with Garfield the Cat. Did I mention that the vampire was in a clown car, too? And that the cars were maybe going 15 miles per hour? Did And that this was on a freeway, where other (normal) cars were speeding past us, honking their horns and yelling at us? No? Good. Or maybe all of my musical dreams. I dream musicals. And the scary thing is, they're GOOD. Really. The music is great, the lyrics all rhyme, and I could sing some of them for you here right now if you could hear it. Weird. Then there was the dream where I went to skool. It was boring, so I took the bus to my Grandma's. Nothing was happening there, so I took the bus home. Home was boring, too, so I went back to skool. Repeat this scenario fifteen times. Finally, I got so fed up with waiting for my subconscious head gremlins to think of a plot for this dream that I said, "Forget this! I'm going flying." And I flew away, to have a much less boring dream. I /still/ have more (I once attempted to eat my blanket).
My best friend said I should tell about the time I predicted the murderer in my neighborhood (when I was 4), but I don't think I should. I'm thinking about redoing this to sections like nightmares, IZ, unconventional, things that might happen, and whatnot, but I dunno. I also found this spiffy website that really does interpret dreams, so umm…I guess tell me if ya want to know it…maybe I should start "interpreting" dreams here…again, I dunno. Basically…BLARG!!!!!!! (I love that word…)
~~~LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE~~~
Crying Child sent me these dreams (Yippee skippee!!):
IZ dream:
I dreamt that I was Zim, (FUN!) and GIR was watching TV, and a report came on that
there was strange radiation in space, and I knew that meant there was an Irken assassin coming to kill me. (NOT fun!) And I ALSO knew there was nothing at all I could do to stop her, and she knew I knew that and I knew she knew I knew that and she knew I knew she knew I knew that and so on.
So, flash to the next day in skool, and she (the assassin) comes as a 'new student' and Dib doesn't notice she's an alien, despite the fact she's not wearing a disguise. Throughout the whole day I'm in a bad mood, (Wouldn't YOU be?) and I cheer myself up by throwing slushies at Dib. I also come to this conclusion: I may not be able to save myself, but if I'm gonna die, I'm taking her WITH me!
So around lunch she traps me in the broom closet, which by the way, is black and looks like some sort of pointy sacrificial altar. She uncorks a pinkish-purple triangular glass bottle full of a smelly purple gas. Now, in my dream, Irkens have super-sensitive smell organs, (Which explains why Zimmy's always complaining about stench) And if they smell anything incredibly FOUL, they'll die. So I'm fighting her, and I get a few good hits in, but it's useless.
I breathe in some of the purple gas, and I choke and collapse. The bottle falls and breaks next to me. I'm lyinging there dying. And SINCE I'm dying, I can read her mind (Dream Logic) And she's being REALLY cocky about the whole thing. So she tries to open the door but... it's locked!!! And the smelly stuff is filling the room! So she screams and pounds on the door, and just before I die, I see her collapse.
(Ha ha! But poor Zimmy/Me! Incidently, this was the first time I've ever died in a dream. I've had dreams where I was DyING, or already dead, but this was the first time I DIED.)
Yet *she* lived to tell about it too…
Non IZ dream:
I was standing in a mall parking lot, (don't ask what I was doing THERE) when I looked on the ground, and there was a keyring with about a thousand keys on it. I picked it up and walked over to the nearest van, and unlocked it. Then my math teacher came running out of the mall screaming I was stealing his van, so I started it, but in place of gas and brake pedals, there were bike pedals.
So I'm riding this van like a bike for a while, when I come across a tombstone by the side of the road. I get out to read it, but the writing's all murky. I rub my eyes again and again, but I still can't read it. I turn around and I see the van has been stolen, but really it just drove home by itself. Instinctively, I suddenly know that the tombstone is mine, but I ALSO know if I turn around to read the writing, it'll scare me so much I'll have a heart attack and die.
So I stand stock-still for a while, when a helicopter lands in front of me with no one in it. I figure I've already stolen ONE vehicle today, so may as well steal this one two. It flies in the air, and it takes me to prison. The prison is actually kinda nice, but it's full of skunks. So the prison guards pull in these skunk-killing robots but they set them too sensitively, and they start killing EVERYbody. So I wash my hands, and they leave me alone, but then someone, (who apparently is trying to kill me) pours hot sauce on me. So I run and run and wake up.
And Kat23a had some pretty frightening nightmares:
My Scariest Nightmare: I was at my grandma's house with my cousin Jenny(who's also my best friend, and has been since birth). No one else was there, and we were just playing and fooling around, when suddenly, creepy shadows sprang up everywhere, eerie music started playing, and the whole house began to resemble the set for "Freddy Kruger Returns...AGAIN!" Jenny and I got closer together, terrified. One of us suggested that we go upstairs, and the other quickly agreed. We crept towards the stairs quietly, trying not to alert the evil that we knew was there somewhere of our presence. We had just reached the stairs, when IT descended from the ceiling, the distilled essence of EVIL, the single most TERRIFYING thing that I have ever seen in my whole life - A TAP-DANCING, SHOWTUNE SINGING SPIDER!!!!! Really. It was only as big as my hand, but, MAN was that sucker scary. It sang "The Loveboat" as it chased us through the whole house. Finally, I got so scary that I pinched myself to wake up (I can always tell when I'm dreaming. Getting myself to wake up is the hard part). So I woke up, thankful that no more spider-related terror was heading my way. After a while, I went back to sleep. The INSTANT I fell asleep, the world suddenly went black (well, duh, of course it went black, my eyes were shut), and I could hear the faint strains of music through the darkness. I listened harder, heart beating in my chest, and I could just make it out. It was...showtunes! No! Right when I realized that, Mr. Showtune-Singing Spider descended from the ceiling and laughed, saying "I'm baaaaaaack..." I woke up again.
That is one of the three or four times that my dreams have continued themselves. Crazyness, no? Well, that holds nothing to my dream about being chased by a bloodthirsty vampire while in a clown car with Garfield the Cat. Did I mention that the vampire was in a clown car, too? And that the cars were maybe going 15 miles per hour? Did And that this was on a freeway, where other (normal) cars were speeding past us, honking their horns and yelling at us? No? Good. Or maybe all of my musical dreams. I dream musicals. And the scary thing is, they're GOOD. Really. The music is great, the lyrics all rhyme, and I could sing some of them for you here right now if you could hear it. Weird. Then there was the dream where I went to skool. It was boring, so I took the bus to my Grandma's. Nothing was happening there, so I took the bus home. Home was boring, too, so I went back to skool. Repeat this scenario fifteen times. Finally, I got so fed up with waiting for my subconscious head gremlins to think of a plot for this dream that I said, "Forget this! I'm going flying." And I flew away, to have a much less boring dream. I /still/ have more (I once attempted to eat my blanket).
My best friend said I should tell about the time I predicted the murderer in my neighborhood (when I was 4), but I don't think I should. I'm thinking about redoing this to sections like nightmares, IZ, unconventional, things that might happen, and whatnot, but I dunno. I also found this spiffy website that really does interpret dreams, so umm…I guess tell me if ya want to know it…maybe I should start "interpreting" dreams here…again, I dunno. Basically…BLARG!!!!!!! (I love that word…)
~~~LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE~~~