Only in Dreams

So You Wanna Be A Rock 'n Roll Star

This dream was a random assortment of things that flowed from one thing to another.  At first, I’m going on a big trip overseas with my family – to Europe I think.  But it is a big ordeal trying to get everyone packed and to the airport on time.  Of course I have way too many bags that I’m trying to cart around.  Then it turns into me having to prepare and pack for a trial that is going to be out of town.  We have to get everything boxed up and shipped out.  I have to dig through all of these boxes that are in a storage room to find what I need, and I am really mad because no one is helping me.  There are people from other groups that are having to do the same thing, but they all have a lot of people helping them.  Then it turns into a concert that we are about to attend.  There is a band playing that in real life I had just heard on VH1 radio, and I realize that my friend from high school’s husband is the lead singer of the band.  This is really weird because he totally had an office job (I don’t know about in real life, but at least in my dream that’s what I thought), and then all of the sudden became a rock star.  Why can’t this be my life??  Instead I’m stuck with all the boxes.

Take It On The Run

I had another Veronica Mars like dream – although this was more of a mixture of Veronica along with Shawn and Gus type debacles (Shawn being the “psychic” detective from the show Psych who is always dragging his reluctant friend Gus into crazy situations they have to get themselves out of).  But instead of being a detective, I’m some sort of a political activist - for what, I’m not exactly sure.

 

At the beginning of this dream, I’m with two other people and we’re breaking into some sort of top-secret facility with lots of security devices.  We get in, but realize we have about five seconds before we’re detected and alarms will start to sound.  We manage to get out in time, and the next thing I know, I’m in some sort of an Ally McBeal like coed restroom with my boyfriend in the dream, who is not anyone that I know from real life, and we are trying to figure out our escape plan because the people from the place we broke into are after us.  I go into a stall, and all of the sudden a very short, yet very mean and scary looking guy is in there with me.  I realize that I am in trouble.  Because there are still other people in there and he doesn’t want them to realize he’s after me, he tries to say something innocuous about needing a ride to a party.  To alert the other people that something is wrong, I very loudly say “What, you need a ride to a party?  Why would you come into the stall to ask me that?”  Well this works, because some guys end up punching him out, and I grab his phone and a bunch of money and credit cards in his wallet before making a run for it. 

 

Once I’m outside, I totally start freaking out – I know I need to be running and get somewhere safe really fast, but I just don’t know what to do.  At first I think that I’m in New York by Central Park, but then I realize that I’m in DC.  I actually woke up at this point, feeling very stressed out, but glad this is just a dream.  But then I fall back asleep and go right back where I left off in the dream – which is very strange because this never happens to me.  So back in the dream, I decide the best thing to do is to take the subway because there will be a lot of people around me if anyone tries to attack me.  Then I realize that the short bad guy’s phone has a tracking device on it, so his bosses will know exactly where I am.  But then I decide that I will detach the tracking device and throw it onto a different train to throw them off. 

 

Next thing I know, I’m on the subway and I’m back with the boyfriend.  We’re discussing how we should just turn ourselves in and explain that we really weren’t trying to do anything wrong – we were just standing up for something we believe in.  I have no idea exactly what it was we were doing or why we were so passionate about it.  We decide that we should just go find my dad because he’ll be able to take care of everything.  Then there is a news bulletin on the TV on the train (fancy subway system, huh?).  It announces how there is a search out for us, and shows how we got these fake student id’s using aliases, but somehow they have figured out our real names and flash pictures of us.  A lady then walks up to me and says that I look a lot like the girl on TV.  I quickly tell her, “that is so weird, so many people today have been telling me that, but that’s not me.”  I explain that I’m actually several years older than that girl, so there’s no way it could be me.  She buys it, and we’re safe for the time being.

 

Once we arrive at our destination, I start freaking out about what we’re going to do next.  I try to quickly jump in a cab, but can’t find an open one.  Then I realize that I can just wear my black wig and this will prevent people from recognizing me.  I then end up on a train going to Chicago – I have no idea why.  But I look on facebook and one of my friends has posted a news story about me being on the run, and reports that I am on a train heading to Chicago.  It even has a tracker showing exactly where my train is.  I am so worried about what I’m going to do once the train stops, because I know everyone will be waiting for me when I get there.  Then I wake up, thankfully this time for good.

 

P.S. – There are rumors of a Veronica Mars movie in the making.  Hopefully they’ll do it justice!

Traveling Woes

As a preface to this dream, I must explain that I am a perpetual over-packer.  As a girl scout, they taught us to “be prepared.”  Well, I must have taken this very seriously, at least when it comes to packing, because prepared I am for almost any foreseeable contingency.  Ironically, even though I always have multiple clothing options, I usually end up unsatisfied with what I packed.    Regardless, whenever I’m going somewhere, I’m sure to be in tow with lots of stuff.  This can be extremely annoying when it comes to having to haul all of my “preparedness” all over the place.

 

So, in this dream I’m attempting to lug around an overly stuffed suitcase as well as a rolling computer bag.  When it’s time to board the plane, we have to walk out on a very narrow plank to get to the plane.  This plank appears to be above water, but whatever it is over, it looks like it would be a long way down.  I’m maneuvering my bags in the high heeled shoes I’m wearing, and I start to wobble.  Next thing I know, I’m falling off the plank.  But luckily it turns out to be a short fall, and I land on very soft cushiony mats.  Also, once I am down there, I realize there are two other people who have fallen, one being a random girl from my high school that I haven’t talked to since and didn’t really care to talk to then.  We end up getting in a car and drive around trying to figure out a way to get back up to the plank.  I thankfully ended up waking up and didn’t have to worry about getting myself out of this debacle.

 

I actually had this dream a couple of weeks ago, but it seems a little eerie in light of the plane that took a swim in the Hudson River last week, especially because I was sitting at the LaGuardia airport when this happened.  It’s definitely a surreal feeling to know that your plane is flying over a river that another plane crashed into only hours earlier.  The flight attendant told us to look out the window when we were flying over the river because we might “be lucky” and be able to see the plane in the river.  I didn’t have a window seat, so I didn’t see it.  That’s not really something I want to see anyways!

 

Fast Cars, Boys in Santa Suits, and a Clear Lack of Motivation

I’m at some sort of recruiting party, and I am really wanting to leave.  There is another dinner after this party that I’m also supposed to go to.  I don’t want to go to that either.  So I say my goodbyes and make my way out the door, saying that I’ll see everyone at the next place, even though I know I probably won’t.  And this whole time my dad is urgently calling me because he is really stressed out about us needing to return a movie we’ve rented.  Apparently it is a week late.

 

Then I’m in my car driving away, and this hoard of really mean and angry children come running up to my car and start banging on the hood.  I really don’t like it when people touch my car while I’m driving.  This is a total invasion of personal space to me.  I think you can actually file a tort claim against people for assault or battery even if they are touching your car and not you.  I vaguely recall learning something like that during the first year of law school.  Anyways, I quickly throw the car into reverse, but end up going way too fast.  I can’t really control the car very well and am about to run into a building.  I often have dreams where I’m driving but go out of control.  I think it’s because I’m a bad driver in real life.  These dreams can be pretty scary and make me feel a lot of anxiety.  I usually end up waking myself up and feel very relieved that I haven’t actually crashed my car into other cars, poles, houses, etc.

 

The next dream I have is one that occurs after my alarm has gone off and I’m supposed to have gotten up already.  I also have these type of dreams a lot because I often sleep for an hour or more after the alarm.  Basically I’m sleeping through what is supposed to be my workout time.  In this dream, all of the sudden a bunch of guys are scaling my house and are up to the window of my bedroom on the third floor.  And they are wearing these odd Santa suits.  Then all of the sudden my blinds are opened, and they can see that I’m in my bed.  They start knocking and yelling at me, so then I finally get up.  I walk downstairs to a house that is mine in my dream, but is nothing like my real house.  Then I find that my secretary and one of her friends live downstairs, but I never knew that.  There are also all these people all over the downstairs and in the backyard.  I have no idea what they are doing there.  But I am most amazed by the huge backyard I never realized I had.  I am just thinking why have I never let my dog play in this big yard?  Then I finally get up, in real life, after my hour of snoozing.