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The oldest dream I can remember was a weird one. My dad was standing around holding a paper bag with an enormous red feather sticking out of it. Next to him was a monster who looked like he owned the feather. I don't remember anything else. One night when I was in fifth grade, I had a lot of dreams in one night. First I was in a building, and their were aliens running around, so everyone went outside and threw flowers into the air. Then I was at a store with little china bears, looking for a present for my mom. In the third dream, I played the trumpet (which I did in real life) and was also learning to play the violin, but in secret, and I was planning to surprise my mom at the concert. Two nights in a row, I had the same dream. It had some Oz characters on a farm. I remember the Scarecrow was on the couch. Now that I think about it, the layout of the farmhouse was a bit like my grandparents' apartment. Anyway, the dream was the same the second night, except it went on longer. I got as far as a puzzle in the stable. After that I started writing a story based on the dream. I never had the dream again. The story is now lost to the Black Hole of Dead Computers. And of course I have dreams where I'm being chased. One involved me running down my block with a cheetah behind me. I kept falling down and was trying to crawl as fast as I could. I only needed to reach my house... I've also had dreams of meeting Starlie, and one in which another Internet friend, from Australia, showed up in my driveway to hand-deliver some snail mail. A few years ago I had a dream that I was at school, in the cafeteria, and I had no money to buy lunch. When I woke up I looked in my backpack, and sure enough, I'd forgotten to pack my lunch money the night before. February 23, 2002: I was in my basement with this girl I know. I was on the computer, looking at a webpage with pictures of Link (hero of the Zelda video games). I clicked on one and it animated and said something in Japanese. My friend translated and told me Link said something about a mouse setting fire to a building. And I said, "Wow, you're good." March 9, 2002: I was at the local library, in the children's room upstairs. I found a book, tall but not very thick, with a red cover and a picture on the front, of a girl and a horse, I think. The title might have been "Horse Typewriter Song", which is kind of strange, except I've been thinking about the movie "Flower Drum Song" lately. Anyway, the story was something about a horse, a typewriter, and a psychic girl. Those things sort of represent me right now. Weird. April 19, 2002: I had a bunch of dreams last night, but only two of them made enough sense to write down. In one, I was Sakura from Cardcaptors. This girl I know (not the one from the other dream) was tormenting a kitten, so I was trying to take it from her, and we were screaming and fighting. Then I gave her a boot-to-the-head and that was the end of that. Later I knew she was coming back and I was trying to lock the front door, but it wouldn't stay closed. The other dream was about the trip I'm taking to Australia this summer. I was in the airport, and it occurred to me that my mom had packed my suitcase, so I started questioning her about what she had put in there. Turned out she'd forgotten my trusty water bottle and my bathing suit, among other things. She said it wasn't a big deal, and I was like, "Mom! I can't go snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef without a bathing suit!" (Yes, that's in the plans, and I'm looking forward to it.) I don't know what time it was then, but the plane was scheduled to take off at 7:31. So we raced home and emptied the suitcase and started again. I got the official travel information and my notebook for journal-keeping and some other stuff, and I threw it in the suitcase, but it looked very empty. So I stared at it for a while, and then I said, "Hey! There are no clothes in here!" A mad dash ensued. I think I eventually got back to the aiport, but that's about all I remember. The strangest thing about it was that I knew it was weird at the time, so I turned to my mom and I said, "Is this a dream?" And she said no. May 2, 2002: I was flying in a rocket with someone else, I don't know who. We landed on Mars and discovered that the whole middle of the planet was made of ice cream. Vanilla with caramel swirls. So I ate it. While I was eating, I decided that the heat of the landing had melted the brown and white rock into ice cream. I thought that if it was ever attempted again, the rest of the planet would melt into a puddle. Then I figured that a puddle couldn't exist in space, so instead the remains would congeal into little Mars globules, and would be considered part of the asteroid belt.    |