Stranded at the Airport

Last night I had another dream. This was where I was going somewhere and I flew on a plane by myself. The plane lands & everyone gets off. The airport is packed with people, which surprises me b/c I don’t expect the airport to be so crowded people are waiting outside. I go through a lot of security and even get stripped searched-it was weird. I look for my family and I don’t see them so I decided to go to the Chinese cafe for an eggroll to go and decide to call a taxi or somethin. After ordering I decide to eat it there and take a bite when I hear someone say, “Hey weren’t you on the plane with me?” I turn around and see a person (can’t remember the gender) who was on the plane with me. I say yes. “Well, we’re not at our destination.” they say. They quickly explain this place looks like its the town I’m going to see my family at, but really its just a lookalike island. Wanting proof, but doubting that its true, I follow the person to a window where I see a thin line of water-water is all around us, I look out every window and can see the ocean. I panicked but panicked more when the person said people are stranded @ the airport b/c of plane gas shortages and some will be stranded for weeks! They add in that there’s hope b/c them and some other people on my plane will stick together till we can jump a plane together and get to our destination. I agree to come and the person leads me where my group is.

When we get there I see an Indian couple, a 10 yr old girl from China who’s visiting her cousins and says she’s gonna be a famous ice skater and artist one day, Jonas Brothers and Beyonce. I’m stunned. “What are you two doing here?” I ask the Jonas Brothers and Beyonce. They say they’re doing a concert and if I wanna come they can get me in free. I say yes, but add in if we can ever catch a plane. We just sort of sit on our luggage since chairs are taken up until we hear a new plane is ready. “Let’s go!” the person says, they’re the leader-and I think its a boy now that I think bout it. The boy motions us to follow him, we run as fast as we can out a back door to where the plane is. “We’re gonna get in trouble!” the girl says. “Just follow me and hurry!” the boy replies. We sneak to where the luggage goes and I hold my breath. The boy got in the luggage place or w/e (LOL idk this stuff obviously cuz i’ve never flown b4 and its a dream-bear with me!) Everyone gets on and I’m bout to till the plane starts to go down the runway thing. I panick and one of the Jonas Brothers reaches out his hand and tells me to grab on. I do and for a second I’m about 4 feet in the air dangling down till I get on all the way. The boy closes the door and we switch on a light and we all talk and look out the little window.

The Indian couple don’t know english and talk with themselves, the 10 year old talks with the Jonas Brothers and I talk with the boy and Beyonce, till we all talk to each other at once. Suddenly the plane stops and we hear voices coming towards the door. “What do we do?” I ask Beyonce in fear. Beyonce suggests that we hide under the luggage while the 10 yr old girl hides in a small compartment the Indian couple found. A person finds their luggage and voices are heard till they close the door and the plane starts back up. We get up and keep talking about life, music and all this stuff till the plane lands and we somehow get off the plane b4 everyone else. By the end of the flight we’ve had a good conversation and say bye. Beyonce tells me to come to the concert and she’ll get a backstage pass for me too. We all take pictures together and decide that we’ll tell the news about how we were able to somehow get on a plane and fly over here [but not say we snuck on]and how the people on the island need help so they can get off the island. We also wonder why the island looks just like a place that it isn’t. We go our separate ways till the concert starts.

So yeah, just another weird dream…the usual!

Headless People Don’t Talk…Right?

First off, two days ago I got bored with my brown layout and I made my blog Kit themed since the Kit movie is out. I made the header myself, I like it. I think its cute. hehe. OK, now this is gonna be a loong post but read it cuz its kinda funny but really weird:

Last night I had a dream. For once it had nothing to do with school. It was sorta like a mystery. It was where I go to camp, but this camp is weird you have to dress in clothes from the 1800s but you can still have your iPODs and cell phones with you, as long as you don’t get caught if a camp counselor is around. The camp is supposed to teach you how to survive on your own as well as have fun at the same time. During all of the fun stuff me and my two best friends in the dream (who I don’t know in real life) realize that this isn’t just a summer camp, its a place to stay for years…like a 4 year camp. A war is going on, but not a war like we’re used to now. Think back to weapons in the 1800s, thats what is being used. We’re not allowed to read any newspapers, magazines (yet somehow I had some smuggled to me), or books. Newspapers b/c nobody wants us to know there’s a war going on…close to the camp itself. My friends and I decide to not tell anyone just yet cuz we’re still trying to understand whats going on ourselves. A camp counselor knocks on the door one night in our cabin as we’re in our pajamas looking at the newspapers (printed 1800s style) and listening to our music. We shove everything back in our trunks at the foot of our beds just as the counselor opens the door. She says that we’ll have to churn butter for an hour for not being in bed at 9:00 like the rest. LOL.

The dream switches to where time has passed and we’re moving camps someplace else. A lie is told to us that we’re moving to see different landmarks or something, ‘truth is that we’re moving because armies are about to take over and we need to leave before everyone figures out wth is going on. We move from place to place as the months go by. Finally we can dress in the clothes we brought from home-2008 style. It was a year later now and we’re all sitting in the grass waiting for the men cousenlors to fix the broken wagon wheels of our wagons, when we see a general come. He has a scroll in his hand and orders everyone to listen to the names on the list, and if we recognize the names then to come see him. A few kids stand up and follow, camp counselors know some of the names too and they go. He talks to them a few feet away from where we are and some people are crying while others are just standing there stunned. My friends and I realize that those people are dead and the dead bodies from a war are close to our area. A man comes dragging a headless man dressed in overalls. A camp counselor runs to him, she holds the dead body and weeps really loud. ‘OK now if you’re still reading then get this: The headless man talks. He says to her, “I’m sorry, I tried but its my time to go.” She screams but yet says back to him that she loves him. Ambulance wagons come and take away the dead body and crying people. Thats all we hear from them.

Years pass now and we’re dressed in medieval clothes. Its just me and my friends now-we’re 18 now. We look the same though-except one of my friend’s hair is brown the other is still a blonde. We’re in itchy long dresses but go out for a ceremony. Everyone who was with us either ran away or is dead from a plague. We wanted to run away too till we heard of people getting shot if they dared to run away. After the ceremony we go home and are expected to live life in the 2000s as if nothing ever happened.

I lied when I said the Tyra dream was the weirdest. This is the weirdest dream and I dont know why I dreamed of 1800s and  Civil War cuz I didnt even watch, read or look at anything like that last night. You know my imagination though. LOL this dream is so stupid! Headless people can’t talk!

Tyra’s the Teacher at School

I’ve been having crazy dreams still. This is the mother of them all-get this: Last night was where Tyra is my history teacher and is accused of not knowing anything about history to teach it till she tells us that she took time in the summer to study what we have to know and she’s gonna teach it all to us. “But you know what? I don’t wanna teach anything right now, its the first day of school. So lets just get to know each other. As everyone already knows I’m a former supermodel and I host/create/produce America’s Next Top Model, by the way Jaslene [cycle 8 winner] says hey and so does Naima [cycle 4 winner] and I host my own talk show.” she said. She spoke really fast and all happy. Nobody really had much to say to her, except a few die hard fans. Then Tyra, who said we could call her that instead of Ms. Banks if we wanted, said she had an idea. “Any one know of Beyonce Knowles?” Of course everyone, a fan or not, said yeah. “Well, she’s having a concert today…in like an hour. Let’s hurry up and take the shuttle outside to her concert. I’ll pay for everyone’s ticket and then we’ll go backstage and say hello to her.”

Everyone was weirded out, how many times does a teacher take you to a concert on the first day of school? Never! Weirded out we all followed her outside. A lot of kids didn’t wanna see Beyonce, they had other plans. “Listen!” Tyra yelled over everyone complaining. “Go wherever you want. Just give me your cell #s and promise you’ll answer your phone if I call. Anyone who goes someplace different than me must go in pairs and be safe.” That was that. At the concert Beyonce performed a crap load of songs and then backstage everyone got pics and autographs with her. When it was my turn Beyonce and I ended up trading jewerly cuz she said that she liked my earrings and ring and I said her’s was nice too, it was the real deal anyway. Mine was cheap and fake. She didn’t mind. Tyra soon said the meet and greet was over and Beyonce waved at us goodbye as we headed back on our bus. At school Tyra was talking to us when someone yelled cockroach.

A huge cockroach was by Tyra’s stilleto and she was quick to try and stomp on it-except she missed. It went over to me and flew in my bag. I screamed and me and another person emptied out my purse and searched for it. We killed it. The bell rang and Tyra said to have a good day and she’d see us later. ‘Weird dream, right?

In real life, I like Tyra. I watch her talk show and sometimes ANTM. As for Beyonce, I like her music. But seriously? This is like the weirdest of all dreams I’ve posted so far I think. These dreams I’m having keep taking me by surprise more and more each night. So far in my dreams I’ve ran for my life-literally and have tackled one eyed dogs, snakes at Wal-Mart, red eyed kids in class and now celebrities being teachers at school? This is so crazy!! What else is gonna happen??

Clowns at School

Last night I had a school dream. I knew I’d get one eventually cuz every year at the end of school I usually have “school dreams” for like the first week or two of school over. Same happens when school starts back up, except the ones closer to the school year don’t make me laugh or smile…they’re embarrassing dreams, the kind where you’d just die if what went on in the dream went on in real life.

First off, I don’t know why I even dreamed of clowns…they creep me out. They always made me feel weird but then when I saw a pic of one of the scary killer kind of clowns-*shivers* talk about sleeping with one eye open at night! Anyhow, in the dream its the last day of school. The school the dream takes place at is a blue school with red staircases that sort of shimmer. I’m heading outside when I run into a friend…actually she runs into me and almost knocks me down from running. Idk if I know this person in real life, its hard to tell cuz i can’t remember what they looked like much. She’s wearing a gray hoodie and capris. Who wears gray hoodies when its 103 degrees outside is beyond me. It was hot in the dream I know cuz everyone was sweating. I remember she said she wanted to sign my yearbook (which had red sparkly and had orange stripes, nice, huh?). I catch up with her. Before she signs she pours out a long story about her boyfriend trying to fire a security clown from his job. I say what for. She says she doesn’t know but he’s also getting mad at her for stupid stuff, making her wanna cry like she is now. I comfort her as best as I can but I have the urge to hurry home for some reason. I tell her it will be okay. She doesn’t say anything, just stares ahead all red eyed from crying. I tell her I have to go. She says bye and hugs me before saying she has to go find her other friends who are getting ready to beat up her boyfriend. She says she can’t have them beat up her boyfriend till she talks to him about his mood changes. But apparently she’s not gonna stop them from beating him up, I guess. LOL!!!

I tell her ok and we’ll talk later over the summer. On my way back towards the front doors a clown runs up to me. I narrow my eyes and see him on my right. I cringe. “Hurry home,” he says in a goofy voice. “We don’t want anyone here, its summer, go have fun! But study too so when school starts you won’t be stupid.” I ignore every word he says the best I can and look straight ahead. His peppermint breath went down my neck as he also hissed never to drive past the school over the summer. “Whatever,” I say. “Go away.” He follows me to my car practically. “I don’t need an escort,” I tell him firmly. “I can handle getting to my ride myself.” His eyes go a lime green and he goes cross eyed. The glowing light in his eyes makes him look like some sort of evil monster. I back away slowly and then pivot over and speed walk to my car. I had always heard stuff like that happened but never saw it till then.

The dream switches to where I’m at home in my room. My cell rings. I pick it up. “Hello?” I say. “Hey Rachel,” my friend says. “I know you wanted me to call you..so I am. I talked to my boyfriend and thats why I called you too.” “Oh,” I say. “What’d he say?” “He told me a secret he’d been hiding from me for months,” she replied with a shaky voice. “Rachel, he said he’s been looking for a job. A security clown said there’s an opening at school next year. [Which is probably why her boyfriend wants some clown guy fired. Right?] So my boyfriend is in training to be one.” I gasp. The horrifying make up, the weird way you have to talk and most of all unnatural glowing green eyes that go cross eyed. As if she read my mind, she added, “He doesn’t wanna paint his face so he wants to be a manager, they look normal. Except this weird glowing thing they do, you saw it before maybe. I don’t know what it means but it makes the workers act sorta like a zombie from a horror movie is what one of my friends said. It’s really creeping me out cuz I don’t know if its true and he said sometimes they overwork him and thats why he’s been moody. What do I do? Help me.” I tell her that to be honest I’m just as creeped out by it as she, but I’ll help her.

I wake up then. I don’t know what the advice in the dream was gonna be. ‘Wish I knew how it realy ended though, It sounds like a good book to read or movie to see, huh? Hope nobody copies this into somethin w/o me saying its ok. I doubt anyone will use it or even bother to ask me first. Anyhow this is way too long!! So I’m gonna end it here.

Run or Die

OK, so this is really weird (isn’t every dream I have weird?) and I don’t know why I have dreams full of me getting adrenaline rushes and running to save myself from like everything that can hurt me and take my life just like that. But whatever. I don’t really think dreams mean much symbolism cuz yeah, its just your imagination and in the past I’ve had funky dreams and nothings happened. I did have my dreams interpreted using physcology (instead of using the stars and stuff) and it was really cool.

Anyway, so in the dream I’m walkin in my class and it starts out as a normal day. You know, nothing weird. Then all of a sudden the room gets dark and everyone grows knives out of the wrists (yeah, i know) and their eyes go red and their all bloody handed. So I back away and then I get chased. So I pick up my speed. A dog w/ one eye says, “Hello.” “Hi…” I say, feeling weird talking to a dog w/ one eye. “Go back in that room.” the dog says. “Why? They’re gonna kill me!!” I say. He growls and bites my foot. I began to wrestle with him and then I went back in the room, the door closing behind me. I was tied up and a knife was about to go to my throat. I kicked the person with the knife (someone who i know in real life who is one of the last people i’d expect to go and kill someone) in the face and broke free…somehow.

I took off as fast as I could but rats fell from the ceiling. I screamed but screamed louder when this big fat one (who went up to my waist and I’m like 4′11 1/2, so this rat was huge to me) came to me and sat on me. “Get off!!” I demanded. The rat farted and then got up. “Disgusting!!” I shouted at him and slapped him across the face (LOL) before running away. The dream switches to where I’m hanging off the top of a building (sorta like how the Wants, Needs and Fears post) and the person with the knife is there. I let go and fall deep to save myself. I land in a dump truck. “Oof!” I say and peel off the trash off me and hop outta the truck. I’m being chased by everyone in the class, the one eyed dog and the rats. I run as fast as I can even though I’m tired of running and am gettin weaker and weaker.

The dream ends where I’m at a dead end and I stop running, turning around slowly. Only to find everyone looking at me, ready to attack. I look around. What’s my weapon to protect myself? I think

My eyes flew open at 5:11 AM and I laid in bed and couldn’t fall back asleep. I’m not sleepy though…which is weird cuz usually I always am. I’m just hungry for a snack or dinner. hehe.