Dreaming of china and crackers...
Dec. 5th, 2002 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI had the weirdest nightmare(ish) this morning. I guess it was a nightmare because it was remotely frightening and I woke up with my heart beating a little fast, but it was just so odd and so amusing that I'm not so sure. And I guess I said something out loud in my sleep, because as I was waking up, Jennifer was rolling over to curl around me.
What's odd is that my dreams (the ones I remember) are all recurrent and usually center around several "dream themes." There are the dreams about the baseball field, the dreams about being chased by the cyborg through a drop ceiling, the dreams of being a young boy, the Gulf War dreams, etc. This dream, though, was entirely original.
I dreamed that I was in my old apartment that I grew up in (on the first floor, not the second floor where my Dad lives now), and there was a knock at the door. I answered, and all of a sudden the room was full of child/adolescent tv and movie stars with boxcutter knives! I don't remember everyone who was in our (empty, ceramic tiled) dining room, but I know that Muniz boy from Malcolm in the Middle was there, and Brittany Spears, and Mike Lookinland (as a boy), and Candace Cameron (circa 1986), and Ugly Joel Osment, the younger sister from Donnie Darko, and that young Culkin from Signs.
So anyway, they're in my dining room with their boxcutters, and Muniz has his up to my throat and they start tearing through the house. I manage to get back to my cell phone call (I think I was on the phone with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doulamel) and whisper for her to call 911. I get back into the dining room to find that all of them are trashing my apartment! There are bits of broken china and glasswear everywhere. I go into the pantry, and Brittany Spears is asking me, "Do you have any crackers?" And I'm like, "What?" And she says, "I need to find something that crunches into crumbly crumbs!" She took three boxes of Ritz crackers and several bags of tortilla chips out of a cabinet and started stomping on them.
So weird. The beginning of the dream was odd, too. I was up the street from me at an outdoor family reunion/cookout for a Latino family. I was at the end of this long picnic table, and the mom kept winking at me and saying little things (in Spanish) in my ear - as if she was telling me teasing jokes about the whole family. I only understood about five words a minute, and she was rattling on. She assumed I was Latino. It was odd. How do you dream in a language you don't even know?
But yeah. Crunchy crumbly crumbs. Rock on, Brittany.
What's odd is that my dreams (the ones I remember) are all recurrent and usually center around several "dream themes." There are the dreams about the baseball field, the dreams about being chased by the cyborg through a drop ceiling, the dreams of being a young boy, the Gulf War dreams, etc. This dream, though, was entirely original.
I dreamed that I was in my old apartment that I grew up in (on the first floor, not the second floor where my Dad lives now), and there was a knock at the door. I answered, and all of a sudden the room was full of child/adolescent tv and movie stars with boxcutter knives! I don't remember everyone who was in our (empty, ceramic tiled) dining room, but I know that Muniz boy from Malcolm in the Middle was there, and Brittany Spears, and Mike Lookinland (as a boy), and Candace Cameron (circa 1986), and Ugly Joel Osment, the younger sister from Donnie Darko, and that young Culkin from Signs.
So anyway, they're in my dining room with their boxcutters, and Muniz has his up to my throat and they start tearing through the house. I manage to get back to my cell phone call (I think I was on the phone with
doulamel) and whisper for her to call 911. I get back into the dining room to find that all of them are trashing my apartment! There are bits of broken china and glasswear everywhere. I go into the pantry, and Brittany Spears is asking me, "Do you have any crackers?" And I'm like, "What?" And she says, "I need to find something that crunches into crumbly crumbs!" She took three boxes of Ritz crackers and several bags of tortilla chips out of a cabinet and started stomping on them.So weird. The beginning of the dream was odd, too. I was up the street from me at an outdoor family reunion/cookout for a Latino family. I was at the end of this long picnic table, and the mom kept winking at me and saying little things (in Spanish) in my ear - as if she was telling me teasing jokes about the whole family. I only understood about five words a minute, and she was rattling on. She assumed I was Latino. It was odd. How do you dream in a language you don't even know?
But yeah. Crunchy crumbly crumbs. Rock on, Brittany.
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You dreamt about Brittany and unless I'm not getting something I should out of Crunchy crumbly crumbs... it wasn't even vaguely sexual!
Bah
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Date: 2002-12-05 12:27 pm (UTC)(You've commented on TWO posts, but not the one where I wish you a happy birthday. SHAMEFUL!)
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DAMN THAT SENORITA FATBITCH!
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Date: 2002-12-05 07:51 pm (UTC)Last night I dreamed about
I think I need a break from some of the people in that community... should I go tweak the appearance of
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Date: 2002-12-05 09:04 pm (UTC)I have your address, and now I can send a holiday card! Mwahaha!