Tag: weird dreams

Weird Dreams part 2

October 17, 2024: had a crazy dream that I was sitting at a table with this girl named Maddison Hansen and another blonde girl from high school, and we were talking about our shoe sizes. I told them I was a size 12 in shoe size, and they were like “Oh my gosh. That’s huge.” (In real life, when I was in college one time, I told this one girl I wore a size 9 in boots, and she just exclaimed, “Oh my.” I am short so having big feet is an interesting quirk of mine. Like one of my math teachers from middle school said about this one other short girl in the class who had big feet: “You’re a mighty mouse that has big feet.”) Somehow the table Maddison, the other girl from high school and I sat at was on astroturf/ fake grass and it sloped to where if I moved back so much as an inch, I could fall backward and fall off this little hill. I joked with the girls that I act my shoe size and not my age (I think this is because I was listening to “Kiss” by the artist Prince, and there is one lyric where he says, “Act your age, mama/ Not your shoe size/ Then maybe we can do the twirl.” Also, in sixth grade there was this one time where a guy named Tony got called out in class for goofing off, and our social studies teacher asked him, “Sir, what is your shoe size?” And he replied, “It’s six.” The teacher then told him, in front of the class, “Act your age and not your shoe size.” The whole class looked at each other and was like, “Man, that was COLD.”) I was also at this boarding school and my dad had me pack some black pepper in a little baggie and I tried to hide it from our teacher (she looked like Janelle Monae) and the teacher saw me keep the bag of pepper under the desk and asked, “What are you hiding?” in a snotty sort of high-pitched voice, and I sheepishly showed her the black pepper.

“You know you couldn’t take that with you on the plane,” she said. “Why did you bring it?”

“Ummmm…I wanted to put it on my food?”

“Oh, do you know the menu for the week?” she snobbishly asked.

“Ummmm..” I tried to remember what was on the menu, but I couldn’t.

“So, you don’t remember what was on the menu?” she huffed. She continued to condescend to me.

Before she could patronize me any further, I woke up and shrieked, “Argh, no!”

Before that I was talking with these two girls (one of them was a girl named Hannah who was in my English class during senior year of high school) and one of the girls looked like Jojo Siwa (just her face and blonde hair) and we were going to miss each other, so we sang some songs together. I think they were leaving school.

My Weird Dream, part 1

A few days ago: my mom, dad and I were supposed to have a dentist appointment, but I was trying to help Thomas Barrow from Downton Abbey find a bottle of white wine for an upcoming event (if you haven’t seen Downton Abbey, Thomas Barrow is one of the characters in the show who works on the staff at the estate. He is played by an actor named Robert James-Collier.) I said I would help Thomas, and we went up different floors to find the wine. I hadn’t told my dad I was helping Thomas Barrow find the wine. Finally, Thomas found a bottle of wine after we searched for it for a long time.

“Thank goodness,” I said. “Wait, where did you find the wine?”

“The wine cellar is on floor 2 in room 1,” he said.

“Thank you! Can we stay in touch?”

“Sure!”

I wrote my name down on a napkin, but it was barely legible, so I wrote it down with a pen. After thinking about the dream, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay in touch with Thomas Barrow or with the actor who played him. I think in the dream, I wanted to stay in touch with Thomas Barrow.

Then my mom, dad and I got to the dentist’s office, and we were waiting for the dentist to arrive, but I had time to kill, and I promised a friend I would come to they’s baby shower (I use the pronouns they because the friend in my dream uses “they/ them” pronouns.) When I arrived, the baby shower was a small gathering with three or so of they’s friends, and they were far along in their pregnancy. Their friends were touching their belly because the fetus was kicking a lot, and so I got super excited.

“Ooh, can I feel it kicking, too?!?” I squealed.

“Yeah!” the friend said, letting me touch they’s belly. I placed a hand on they’s belly, and the fetus was kicking like crazy, and I went, “Oh my gosh, that is so cool.” The shower was in an empty art classroom, and my dad was parked outside. I told the friend I had to leave because I had a dentist appointment, and they understood, so I hugged they and left.

Then I was in a college dorm with some friends, and the actor Elliot Page was in the dorm. I wanted to stay in touch with him, so we exchanged numbers.

“I really love your memoir, Pageboy!” I gushed.

“Thank you,” Elliot said, giving me a bashful look.

“Stay in touch!” we told each other, and we said our good-byes.

Then in my dorm room, I found these two creepy-looking Chucky dolls (I haven’t seen the movies, and I don’t plan too because as a kid I often got scared every time I encountered a Chucky poster at Blockbuster or at the movie theater. They still scare the living shit out of me. I was at the library, and I saw some DVD copies of the recent Child’s Play remake, and it gave me the shivers because it looked really creepy. No offense to any fans of Child’s Play out there.) I really didn’t want to keep them, so I asked my parents if I could give them away.

“No! You have to sell them on eBay so you can make some money.” (*in real life, I told my parents about the dream, and they told me they would have never made me even go near Chucky and told me that they don’t even like that Chucky stuff because it’s scary.)

“I know a girl who would want them, though.”

I had gone up to the next floor because there was a bleach blonde girl who was really into horror movies and heavy metal and alternative music, and I know she would have loved the Chucky dolls. But my parents told me I needed to make money from selling the dolls, so I kept them in my closet and turned them face-down so that I wouldn’t have to look at them. Then there was apparently a fire in one of the dorms, and so my mom had me check on one of my dorm neighbors to see if she was okay. She was an older woman, and when I asked her if she was ok, she said she was fine. My parents also told me they were going to get vegan ice cream from this ice cream store called Van Leeuwen, but because I was too busy, they went without me. I was pretty sad and felt bad for being too busy. (Side note: if you haven’t tried Van Leeuwen’s vegan ice cream, it is PURE DELICIOUSNESS.)