I had a wild one last night. Somehow I ended up with the job of "hosting" Hillary Clinton who was visiting our town. It was lunch time, so we went into a restaurant. We were seated at a big oval table for ten or more, however we are sitting side-by-side. I keep thinking, "Who's idea was this?" She and I sat there for several minutes just chatting but we couldn't get the waiter's attention. I was dreading that the discussion might turn to political issues. She was actually very friendly.... I also kept thinking, "Nobody's noticed us... incredible! This is Hillary Clinton." A waiter came by and threw some menus at us, but the menus were not really decipherable for some reason and it was about 12 pages long, too. Across the room I see some heads turning our way so I figure we've been discovered. Then this man crosses the room and literally pushes me so hard that my chair slides across the floor so that he can stand between me and Hillary. The guy is some kind of self-important, local politico and he proceeds to bamboozle Hillary and asks her to come to his table to meet his friends. He takes her by the arm and escorts her across the room. As she's hurried across the room I shout out to her, "What do you want for lunch?" She mouths back "Shrimp" and something else I can't hear. Hillary sees my puzzled expression and tries to signal with her hands what the other thing is that she wants. In the dream I figured it out. but now I can't remember what it was. So I'm sitting there alone for a few minutes when Hillary returns. I get the distinct feeling that she is glad to be back in my company. (There is no sexual component to any of this). I think she just wanted someone to talk with and to "get off stage" with if you know what I mean. We are seated near to a big winding staircase. Next thing I know this troupe of fan dancers is coming down the stairs to entertain the customers right in the middle of the restaurant-- there are no tables in the center, all are around the perimeter of the room. They have on Indian headdresses and something like feathered chaps. They do some kind of bump and grind for a few minutes and then it's over. So now a few people start joining us at the table. They weren't invited but it seemed acceptable at the same time. At one point I look up and this man and his two sons are sitting across from us. One of the sons is a guy I knew slightly. The father and brother were fictitious. I don't know what the significance is but in real life this guy's wife was killed tragically by gunfire several years ago. It was a real horror story. We wave at each other across the table and exchange a "hey, how ya doin'?" ... and that's about all I remember. The dream was full of people but the only "real" ones were Hillary, my friend who lost his wife and me. The dream had a very pleasant, delightful quality to it. In some way, I felt "elected" to host Hillary and I liked her, although we never talked about anything substantive. I have no idea who elected me for this task. Seems like I was eventually taking her to the airport for a return trip home. I love my dream life! It's a lot of fun....
That's pretty neat you can remember your dreams so vividly. I can't remember any dream I have after about 30 seconds when I wake up. Most of my dreams are violent in nature though from what I can remember.
I've had a lot of weird ones, but nothing can top the dreams Shannon has. She had a dream once about Hillary Clinton and her having a slumber party and painting each others nails and stuff. Just the other night she woke up and said she had a nightmare that the Rockets traded Tmac, Artest and Scola to the Mavericks for JJ Barea and Brandon Bass. I tried to console her by saying the salaries would have never matched up.
I have some crazy, random dreams. I had a dream not too long ago that I was in fact Iron Man. I remember being worried because I had a date with my Girlfriend and I wanted to keep it all a secret from her until it was the right time to tell her. Anyway, she told me she knew already, and she knew I had to go and basically save the world so it was ok. Anyway I went on to dream I was taking on the bad guy and throwing him through this sky scraper and just destroying this building in the type of scene that would be a show stopper in any movie. It was the best dream ever!
I had a dream that Mlwoo and Fatty ran for president against each other. It turned out that they were master jewel thieves and the whole thing was just misdirection for their heist. True story.
I had an Army of Darkness kind of dream, defending a fort from zombies so I woke up and watched all the new Bruce Campbell Q&A clips from his My Name Is Bruce tour. Good stuff.
That is a weird one. I've had a couple of stranger ones lately. Last week I had one where me and another guy were ordered to take a pill that would kill us by the end of the day. For whatever reason we were somewhat ok with it, like it had to be done. Then, an ex girlfriend of mine showed up with her fiance and we talked. I told her the news and she wanted to spend time with me. We were hanging out for a little while and someone else there had upset her and she decided to leave. I tried calming her down, but she wasn't having it and took off. The last thing I remember I was standing there in the parking lot at work watching her drive away knowing I only had a small amount of time left. That one had me thinking. Last night I had one where I was on my balcony and saw a mushroom cloud. Moments later the shockwave hit. So those are mine. Wish I could have had funnier ones, but what do ya do?
Not a true weird dream, but it was a little strange. My ex, whom I still would get back together with to this day, calls me all of the sudden and is crying and then i'm walking outside with her on the phone and she's parked by the curb of my house. She then sends me a text saying "oh my god, please please call me". I don't do that because she's right outside my house, so i just go out to the car and see what's up. We end up making out in her car having not resolved why in the hell she's crying and what not. Then we end up going into my house and doing the whole spooning deal for a while which leads to boning and everything is magically OK again. I have no idea why she was crying (it was a pretty amiable breakup all things considered) in my dream, but I do know we boned. So it's all good
Whichever side of the brain you dream with is NOT the side responsible for things like reading. That's why it's difficult (if not impossible) to read while you are dreaming. That's all I got.
The best dreams are when you know you're dreaming. All sorts of crazy things go down then. Probably nothing I can talk about here, though, except for a propensity to end up flying.
They say there's a method to control dreams. I haven't really tried it but it has something to do with focusing on staring at a small light, and u use that light as a "trigger" in your dream to realize "hey this is just a dream, I can do whatever I want" I don't know how it works but I've tried and it didn't do much. Anyways, I've had weird dreams where I've lost my back teeth eating something like an apple, where I've met my future wife but her face is blotted out (like in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind), and dreams of me flying. I think those are pretty normal compared to everyone else's dreams.
I have weird ass dreams about the Rockets. My favorite one was when Rafer, Steve Francis, and Yao were teaching Scola how to jump from the upper bowl over a toilet and into the lower bowl. And of course, in usual dream fashion, when Luis jumped over the toilet and off the ledge, the next thing I know, he's landing on the doorstep of my parents' house as if he jumped from the second story. He was bloody and battered, but it was cool, I got to dress his wounds. He was wearing a Christmas sweater. I have recurring dreams about having slumber parties with Hillary Clinton and Michelle Obama. Interestingly, Palin never shows up...
I don't know about the method, but if you can realize you are dreaming (without that realization waking you up) you can control your dream. I've only managed to not wake up a few times. Like 2 in my entire life. Is pretty amazing though if you can do it, the sky is no limit.
A few times, I've been able to resume a dream after waking. It was intentional because I was enjoying the dream-- no not that kind of enjoyment. My dreams are mostly splendid mish-mashes of the mundane and the improbable. One recurrent one I have is of driving around in a car whose tires are about 15,000 feet in diameter but oval and somehow it works. I'm driving this convertible and these oval tires are somehow going round and round while the car body is swaying and lurching. The ground looks like a relief map from up there. Usually I'm moving and looking for a new state. For some reason, Minnesota always looks appealing...
You weren't the only one who had a politician figure in your dream. Other day last week, I had a dream that I was a babysitter for Obamas' girls. It was really weird. I had went to their house which was kinda run down in Chicago and I would baby-sit their girls. Michelle came from work and talked to me (I can't remember the conversation) and somehow, I ended up on my parents' street front of their house and talking to Barack Obama. I think he had Secret Service with him but he was in a black SUV. That's all I can remember. I keep having dreams about my ex from high school once in a while, maybe every 6 months. I just had a dream about him this morning. I wonder why I keep having dreams about him. I don't even think about him or anything. It's weird. He was my puppy love though. I would have dreams of him and my current guy in the same dream. Maybe I'm seeing the same similarities between them? I have no idea. Dreams are weird.
