This is what happens when I pass out on the couch with music on after watching reruns of Glee

I was on a beach of sorts but it wound around the outside of a cylindrical building. I was on a plastic chaise lounge chair when I saw the actress who plays Brittany on Glee and a girl I went to college with but wasn't exactly friends with, Heather. Heather walked right by me and I pretended to be asleep - she went over to talk with Brittany*. Then they turned to me and I asked Brittany if I could see the photo album she'd been looking at. It was stuffed full of not just photos but little trinkets and other things to remember what the pictures were of. She said I could and handed it over to me - Heather recognized me then and said hello - and I rolled over onto my stomach and began flipping through all the pictures and memorabilia in the book, trying to keep everything in its proper order. I called over to Brittany an apology because I thought I might have been putting things back in the wrong order, but she told me not to worry about it.

Then, I was on the deck of an apartment building that had a view of Brittany's apartment but she couldn't see me. In the reflection of the glass siding, I could see her and Heather talking but I saw a menacing-looking old man - he was maybe about 65-year-old, although he could have been younger and just haggard-looking - approaching them. I wanted to call out to them to warn them, but they turned around and saw him then embraced him - I guessed that he was family.

I proceeded to think about how pretty both of them are and got excited, so I went home to have some "alone time" but found Amy waiting for me, asking me where my luggage for our trip to Israel was. I told her I had to pack my Nintendo 64 and all the games, then I would be ready. We were in some sort of student union type of building then, walking around an enormous entertainment system that had three LCD TVs mounted together around a column, with all sorts of video games attached to them. I had to untangle the wires of my N64 console, the controllers, and grab all the games. We noticed that the concert going on in another area of the building - Chicago - was just ending so I told Amy to meet me outside to avoid the rush of people, that I would be right out. She left and I scrambled to find all my cartridges. I finally stuffed all the games into a tray holder and was about to leave when I realized that I needed the AC cord and the AV cord, so I had to backtrack to pull those out of one of the TVs. Then I realized I was holding a yellow controller, not a red one, so I had to find my red one in addition to the gray SuperPad64 controller (those are the types I have in real life). FINALLY I had everything of mine and as I turned to leave, I bumped into the older man from Brittany's porch. He freaked the heck out of me and I sprinted outside, past W.G. from work and his girlfriend, who were dancing to Chicago's finale of "25 or 6 to 4**." As soon as the concert finished, there was a mad rush to the front and Kings of Leon's "Sex on Fire" came on over the speakers as the lights were turned up.

I got outside and down the front steps of the building after what seemed like forever and the crowd had very quickly dispersed but Amy was nowhere in sight. I saw Melissa, though, and jogged over to her. She was talking to an extremely cute guy who I know I've met before in real life but can't place him - and also didn't know he knew Melissa - and I asked her to dial Amy's number from my Blackberry because I just couldn't hit the right keys to do so with all my N64 gear in my hands. I was looking for Amy in her mom's old green car that she had in real life, but there was a carpool line so as I waited, I talked to the cute guy. Melissa had walked a few feet away to talk to some other mutual friend of ours, and she was still calling Amy from my Blackberry but not getting any answer.

*The actress' name in real life is Heather Morris, so maybe that's why a Heather that I know appeared? Also, I now can't stop watching Heather Morris perform "Single Ladies" w/Beyonce, whom she danced with for a while before she got the acting gig on Glee.

**I had a playlist of cover songs*** on my iTunes when I fell asleep, and I immediately turned it off once I woke up so that I could type this dream as much as possible as quickly as possible before it disappeared from memory. Three songs ago, was Local H's cover of "25 or 6 to 4." The link is to the live version, but I have the studio version, just couldn't find a link to it online.

***It's kind of cool to fall asleep with a playlist on because I can calculate just how long I was asleep, using a time calculator. I was asleep for a total of 1:14:54, but "25 or 6 to 4" appeared in my dream after 1:01:22. So, I was asleep for another 0:13:32 after Local H penetrated my dream, until I woke up to the Scissor Sisters' cover of "Comfortably Numb," which is two songs after Local H; I only vaguely recall hearing that song though because I didn't fully awaken until Hall and Oates' version of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling." That's the song I paused to type this dream.

Location-based dreams and lots of morphing

It was opening day of next season and I was getting read to eat the media room meal. The arena looked nothing like it does it real life - it looked like we were in an indoor movie set that looked like a facade of an old town from a Western, but everyone was wearing modern clothing. I found two full pizza boxes that obviously were left over from the last game of last season, but I took them to my office and started to eat them anyway because they were still good (somehow). My intern from last season appeared just as I was heading down the escalator to go to the media room. I had credentials in my hand that had to be used - they were from last season but I handed them to my intern and told her to cross out the year listed on them and write this year on them with a Sharpie instead so that they would be valid for our media members. My intern was wearing black sneakers similar to Converse, but they weren't, and jeans and a black shirt - almost too casual for opening day, but I needed the help in getting everything prepared so I told myself I'd talk to her about the dress code later.She asked me if that pizza I'd been eating had been any good and I told her that it was and that she was welcome to go up to my office and eat some after she finished doing what needed to be done for the game.

The dream morphed into an after-party which was held in an apartment that had the same exact floor plan as my maternal grandmother's old apartment, but it had modern furniture in it. All of my friends from here were at the party, drinking and having a great time. Someone was taking pictures and I know I was in a lot of them, making a fool of myself. I started talking to the younger brother of one of my friends, and it turned out that he was really cool and I liked him. He gave me his phone number and then wrote on my Facebook wall - as I was standing there - that we should hang out. I promised I'd call.

A.A., a girl I grew up playing soccer with in real life, showed up and it turned out that we'd been partying in her house. It was 5 a.m. and my dad had come to take me back to the Western facade to see the train that was supposed to roll in soon. I tried to gather up my things - apparently I'd been living there and was moving out to go w/my dad - but I had to do so quietly because A.A. and her whole family were asleep in the bedroom in the back. I had some clothes in that room so I went back there to gather them and I accidentally threw open the door so it slammed against the wall and woke up A.A's older brother, her mom and her dad. I apologized and told them I was just getting my things and they told me it was ok. As I was reaching towards the pull-out bed that apparently was mine, my ring fell off my left pointer finger and I had to crawl under the bed to retrieve it. Finally, I got all of my things and went to the front of the apartment to use the restroom, when I realized that there were a few stragglers from the party still there. I told them to go home and I called them a cab; one of them was a tall blonde girl that kind of looked like Katherine Heigl, but it wasn't really her. Then, I saw my dad. He was trying to hurry me along so I went into the bathroom to pee before we left, and he followed me in. I groaned and told him to get out but he was telling me some story and conceded to just close his eyes as I finished. I knew that I couldn't convince him to actually leave so I took care of business as quickly as I could and rushed us out of the bathroom. On our way out the door I stopped at my dresser which had somehow gotten in to the apartment where my grandmother used to have a mantle with photos of us grandkids in real life, and I grabbed a few more rings to wear including a really heavy thick silver one that looked like a Championship ring but I couldn't make out what type of Championship it was from. We finally were leaving through the sliding door and A.A. yawned and said "good night."

Wish I could remember more than cat escapades

There was a LOT more to this than I can remember now, but I was in some sort of apartment complex but there was a subway stop at the front of it. The sun was just setting and I was trying to catch the train to go see someone. I was leaving my apartment (which looked nothing like my apartment does in real life) when Cash ran out the front door (which she never even contemplates in real life). I sprinted after her, leaving my friend - who had just appeared in the front hallway of the apartment - to shut the door behind me so my other two cats didn't follow suit. Somehow, I caught up to Cash immediately and snagged her by the scruff of her neck and held her to my chest. I talked to her, telling her that she shouldn't do that because something bad could happen, as I walked back to my apartment. I took her inside, then grabbed my bag and locked the apartment door behind me.

There was a lot of grass and open space in between the apartment buildings inside the complex; it felt more like fancy college dorms than apartments. I think Fla.-J may have been there somewhere along the way, as I was walking to the train station, perhaps.

This dream left me feeling a little unsettled although since I can't remember any more from it, I'm not sure why.

Combo of things from my past and things from the present

I was in a camp bunk with a bunch of people and the adjacent bunk had the boys who were staying with us. The bunks were attached on the ends, like two rectangles with the short ends connected. I went over to the boys bunk to introduce myself and there were two guys there that I knew but can't remember now who they were; I think they were boys from high school. When I cam back over to the girls side, more girls had arrived but one of my friends was talking to a business contact of mine that I know in real life. I turned to a girl I had already befriended and asked why that girl was talking to my contact and she told me that that girl was interested in jobs, too, so she wanted to reach out. I rolled my eyes and went to go make my bed, thinking that my contact wouldn't have anything to do with any other girls.

Then, the bunk started to flood and techno music poured over us from the boys bunk. I went to the rent-a-car nearby and went to look for jobs in town. I reached into my purse and found several prescriptions for different people from the girls and boys sides of the bunks - they'd asked me to get them filled while I was in town - and en route to the CVS, I saw where A.V. lived. He was one of the guys who had given me a prescription to fill, but when I saw he lived literally around the corner from the pharmacy, I was annoyed because he could have done it on his own.

I walked into the CVS, which was designed more like a bank, and sat down with a woman at a desk, as if I was opening an account. It took her a little bit to look up A.V.'s prescription, scan my ID card (with one of those old credit card copiers that were used before the swipers used now became ubiquitous) verify that I was allowed to get it filled for him, etc. so as she was doing that on her computer, I looked around at all the other people in the bank-like CVS. I saw Cory Monteith and I went over to say hi to him, but I called him Finn; I handed him his prescription and told him that since he was here, he could fill it himself. He thanked me for bringing it to him then continued his conversation with his bank teller at her desk. I went back to the woman who was helping me and a line had formed of other people trying to fill prescriptions because they'd thought she was available since I had walked away momentarily. I squeezed my way past all of the people and sat down at the teller's desk, and a bunch of people groaned and mumbled that I'd cut in line, so I turned around and glared at them and informed them that she currently was working on my prescriptions so they should back off until I was done being helped.

All of a sudden I was back in the bunk and a few of my friends from SA were there, but the water in the bunks from the flood hadn't gone down. It had stopped filling up but now there just was standing water. My cat, Cash, was there, as were a few other cats that were not mine, but they all played nicely together. I went back to my business contact, who had just wrapped up the conversation with one of the other girls from before and she assured me that I was her first priority and she'd continue to help me find a job.

Gifts and harassment

I was shopping w/Jenny and we had to find these particular stores that were on the second floor of the mall. We passed a little resting area that had two steps going down to it and comfy-looking couches/chairs that were decorated like Tron. Once we got upstairs, the mall morphed to being outside - we were in a little area that had boutiques and other shops, kind of in a downtown type of setting. I mentioned that I'd dropped off a gift for the woman who owned the shop on the corner but never heard back from her, then I realized I'd forgotten to include a card so she probably didn't know who the gift was from. We continued walking up the sidewalk and we passed a store that had an open store front, more like a market. Jenny's husband was there (she doesn't have a husband in real life) along with two other guys we were friends with - they called out to us but we told them we'd be back to say hi because we still had more shopping to do.

I was at a football training camp for work and Amy was with me It was in a new town and there were many men there who tried to force themselves on us. Amy and I tried to watch football practice - the team was using a football gun so the receivers could practice long runs, but we saw an old man staring at us and decided to leave. We walked behind the end zone so as not to disturb camp; the area behind the end zone was on a muddy hill so we had to look up to see the field. When we looked up, there was a soccer net and a girls team was playing - they were doing penalty kicks and I realized I was talking loudly to Amy as one of the players was kicking so I felt kind of bad.

As we were walking back towards a building, where we thought we'd find campus security, the old man that had been staring at us had followed behind us and said nasty things like, "I want to put my p in your v" and "You're so pretty, why don't you want to kiss me?" I grabbed Amy's hand and we ran away to find security. All of a sudden we were on the field which looked like the football field at the high school in my hometown, but I knew we were somewhere closer to where I went to college. This female cop came up to us because she was assigned to keeping an eye on the men in this area because they were known for being overly inappropriate. Amy and I were grateful for her presence, and she drove us home. We were getting ready for bed when one of the men from the town came up to us (for some reason, we just had a mattress in an open area to sleep in, so it was accessible) and started harassing us. I threatened to call the cops and he left. We kept getting ready for bed and another man came up to us, but he wasn't deterred by my threats. I slapped him hard though and he ran away. The third man that came up to us was the older man from earlier in the dream, and I had to strangle him practically to death before he gave up - he said I wasn't worth all the effort. Then, lastly, a woman came to attack us. She was very thin with thin, short, dark, curly hair, and she was wearing a purple skirt that went to her calves. I choked her, too, because she was going after Amy, and I threw her to the ground. We both thought we were done with her but she got up holding a pair of sharp scissors. I was much stronger than her, so I wrestled her to the ground and grabbed the scissors, threatening to stab her in the face. She didn't believe me so I kicked her in the head with my left foot while I kept my right knee on her chest to keep her from going anywhere. I yelled over to Amy to call the female cop but we couldn't remember her name at first. It took a few minutes but then we remembered it was Lisa Gomez.

Three-part weirdness

Conan and Andy were talking to my parents about movies and how they were involved in doing some of them that will come out soon. Conan imitated several characters - Ace Ventura, the Terminator - to illustrate that he could play any role. My parents were buttering them up with compliments etc. in the hopes of them finding me a job on one of their upcoming films.

I was with two friends, both were guys, and we were going to see Avatar 2. We ran into Anna in line and she was with one friend, a girl. After we bought the tickets, we went inside the lobby and I got a medium popcorn and a medium Barq's root beer. Anna came with me to the concessions line but didn't get anything. We walked into the theater and found our respective people; turns out, Anna and he friend were sitting right behind me and my two friends. My guys alternately went to the men's room before the movie started while I saved our seats.

There is a new show on TV that incorporates White Elephant - you're given a set of objects and you and your teammate have to collect as many other objects from other locations and other teams as possible. In the preview of the show, two brothers were talking, the older one was asking the younger one for help w/a particular object in exchange for doing his chores after the show is over. AS the younger one pretends to listen to this offer, his teammate reaches in with a pair of long tongs and grabs the Easter egg sitting at the older brother's feet - the object that the younger brother and his teammate need to advance to the next level.

The tale of six cats, a cat-killing couple and an angry cheerleader

I had met up with my brother at old Giants Stadium for some college football game but he was looking for the older couple who had watched his fat, orange tabby cat* while he had been out of town. I brought my cats with me and they were in my brother's car along with our parents' two cats. As we walked through the concourse of the arena, we had a hard time staying together because it was so packed with tons of people. We got to the practice gym (which of course was off of the concourse?) and just outside the door was the cheerleaders practicing for the game. I accidentally bumped into one of them who had her left arm in a sling and she was really upset with me despite my apology. She was a light-skinned black girl with wild short curly hair and as I followed my brother through the gym, she followed me saying really nasty, mean things. We crossed the gym floor right along center court and when got to the other side, the older couple that had been cat-sitting my brother's cat were there, walking in from the doors on that side. Behind them, I could see the football field and tons of people in their seats.

Steve said hi to them and they handed him a bag of sourdough bread in the shape of a cat - it looked like this except a cat not an alligator. It was way too light to be an actual cat but I grabbed it from him and ripped off the plastic because I thought it actually was his cat and obviously the cat needed to breathe. Steve was really upset and confused; the older couple explained that the cat had gotten sick while they were watching him and the vet they took him to suggested putting him down, so they did. Steve started to cry because they hadn't called him to ask if it was okay, and he loved that cat. I felt awful for him but the cheerleader started running her mouth again so I turned to face her to tell her off. I told her how rude it was that they all took up so much space on the concourse during such a busy time and she responded by punching me in the shoulder. I really wanted to hit her back but I held back for some reason. She tried to bait me into hitting her by hitting me again, but Steve was wrapping up his conversation with the older couple so I just walked away.

We got outside and I tried to console him as we walked to his car. We got to the parking spot and all five cats - my three and our parents' two - were laying around the wheels, basking in the sun. I opened up the trunk of the metallic gray 4Runner and grabbed Charlie by the collar and dropped him inside, shutting the trunk door behind him. I had to gather the rest of the cats and each time I had to shut the trunk behind them so that they didn't run out. I got Cali next - who looked nothing like she does in real life; she was all black - then Raider. I watched through the window as Raider and Charlie sniffed each other and they seemed to get along, so I turned my attention back to the rest of the cats. Diamond tried to bolt past me but I was able to cuff her and collect her into my arms. I got her inside the car, then had to go to the back seat on the passenger side to get Cash, who, through all the commotion, was laying halfway under the car next to the back right tire. She saw me trying to sneak up on her and she hopped to her feet, ready to bolt, but I reached down and snagged her tail just in the nick of time. She meowed at me but I gathered her and put her inside the car on the passenger side, then got into the front seat and Steve and I drove away, headed home.

There was more to this dream but I can't recall anything other than I think it was set in high school.

*He doesn't actually have a cat in real life.

Real estate, a motorcyle chase and a party

I was with a friend who was looking for houses in San Antonio and we were in this cute one bedroom that had an upstairs loft, it was very spacious, it had a great backyard. I fell in love with the house and wanted to buy it, especially since the price had dropped from $249,000 to $205,000 but the only thing stopping me was that it was in San Antonio and I didn't know how long I would be staying in town so I didn't want to have anything tying me down. The dividers between each room downstairs - the foyer, living room, dining room - were folding doors like a Japanese dressing screens, but there was no pattern on them, they were solid navy blue. There was a hill in the backyard and I saw it from a movie camera angle; it was beautiful and I'd invited all of my friends to check it out so I could see them mingling.

I was chasing Nic through a city on foot and he was on his motorcycle except it was neon blue, not orange like it is in real life. He didn't know I was following him so he wasn't driving very fast; I had to stay out of sight because I knew if he saw me following him he'd speed away and I'd lose him. Finally I tracked him to this older concrete building with a spiral staircase up to a bell tower. It wasn't very tall. I saw his motorcycle parked outside so I went up the stairs quietly. As I rounded the last turn before reaching the bell tower at the top, I saw Nic laying on his back with his head down, looking like he was asleep. He heard my footsteps and his eyes popped open. When he realized it was me, he scrambled to his feet and ran upstairs in a panic, only to realize that there was nowhere else to go because he was at the top. He turned to me and demanded to know why I'd followed him. I asked him, "Isn't it obvious?"

I was with Amy, my brother and a girl that he brought in line at an event that was kind of like Wurstfest. There was a long line to get into the event and then the line split off to the right if you wanted to get a wristband to drink beer. As we approached the beer line, I debated getting a wristband even though we weren't going to be staying very long. I jumped into the beer line and Amy followed as my brother and the rest of our group moved forward. We waited in the beer line for a few minutes then decided that we didn't want to drink after all, so we went around the main line on the left side and rejoined our group just as they were getting to the front; there was a handrail blocking the very front of the line and we ducked back into line just before the handrail blocked us off. The guy behind us let us in because he remembered us from earlier and then we wound up hanging out with him and his friends for a while. There were four of us and three of them; we went to a diner-like restaurant only it was in a mini mall so it was set-up like a regular restaurant. We put in our order and shortly thereafter our food arrived - my brother ordered the sampler platter to share w/his date, and Amy and I had ordered the same thing. One of our new friends had the bacon cheese burger and the other had a rib platter. The third friend had disappeared. A different waitress came over a few minutes later with some country gravy and I told her that I hadn't ordered any but to check with my brother - I pointed across the table - because he may have. She told me she'd been sent over so she had to put the gravy on someone's plate, and she poured it on the rest of our food. I was pissed, needless to say, and Amy and I ate around the food w/gravy on it.

The diner turned into a dance party and we were all having a great time. I was ready to leave with another friend of mine (can't remember who) who had shown up later but he was too drunk to drive and I hadn't been drinking, so I offered to get him home safely. I needed to get back to my place - just up the street - after, though, so I asked Amy to follow us in her car. She was hesitant because she wasn't ready to leave yet but I convinced her that it was ok to leave, the party was dying down anyway, and my friend lived in Amy's house in real life so it was just up the hill to get to our house which I guess Amy and I shared in the dream. She finally agreed so I took off w/my guy friend and got him into his house safely. I waited for Amy but she was taking a while so I started to walk up the hill to our house when she pulled up next to me and drove the rest of the way. I got to my room and there was a pair of faded royal blue boots sticking out from under the head of my bed. Also, on the wall, I saw a cell of Scar from the Lion King walking. I guess I was a little more drunk than I'd thought because the lights faded out around everything but the cell and it looked like Scar was walking towards me.

Suspect motives and input from real life

I was working with the Monarchs and they were playing their first round playoff game against Seattle at home, but the gym looked like UIW's gym. I was passing out stats on the far side, to all the media members, but I saw this happening through a movie camera angle. I saw my intern from 2009, Ashlei, on the other side, doing not much of anything other than gabbing with some people that worked with us. I looked up at the scoreboard and saw that it was 110-39 in the third quarter. The dream cut to the end of the fourth quarter, where I saw myself walking with a coworker and saying, "I think Seattle is going to win back-to-back championships," and the person with me agree. I looked down at the two-page box score in my hands as I was passing it out and saw that the final score was 82-72; I said, "Well the final score doesn't really reflect how badly we got our butts kicked tonight."

Cut to a house of a married man, his wife was coming home and I had Mom's bracelet on, boots, and a pair of this older woman's gloves. I tried to sneak out of the house but she came running after me with a pretty large rock - about the size of a soccer ball - yelling at me to return her bracelet and gloves and pug dog. I turned around to see how close she was and I realized that she was gaining on me, even though she was much older than me and also carrying a large, heavy rock. I turned around and started to run backwards so that I could tell her that my brother and I didn't steal her dog, that we aren't really dog people so why would we take her pug, etc. She continued to gain on me so I turned around and tried to run forwards, but there was this giant wind that was slowing me down to the point where the woman caught up to me and grabbed my arm. She yelled, "You couldn't take anything from my house without me knowing because I have cameras everywhere! Plus, you couldn't just run away or drive away, I have sensors on every last thing in my house so I'd always know where they are, including my husband!" I was shocked that she had taken the time to inventory everything she owned. I yelled back, "I didn't do anything with him, he just gave me a ride home!" and I thought about the ride home, which I saw from a movie camera angle right at the restaurant on Eisenhower near the Beaufort turn; we were playing "Pictionary Man" in the car as this woman's husband drove. I took off the bracelet and continued running. I dropped it, meaning for it to slow her down as she picked it up, but the wind that was slowing me down picked up the bracelet and hefted it into the woods along the road we were running. She cried out in horror as what she thought was her bracelet flew away and I yelled over my shoulder, "I was just trying to drop it, not throw it!" I finally reached my brother's apartment and the door was slightly ajar. I could see in the windows that Kelsey Grammer was in there as well as a few people that my brother is friends with in real life. Neil was there doing sit-ups on a weight-lifting bench. They saw me through the window when I knocked, then they called for Ste to come to the door. I saw a few dogs running around the place, too, which I thought was strange. Finally, someone came to the door and opened it, asking why I didn't just come in since they left the door unlocked for me. I went inside and was about to tell my brother the whole story when I realized that C.H. from the Silver Stars was there with her dog.

The dream morphed to me being in the backseat of a car looking out the window to see what we passed - an old barn-looking building that was a T-shirt design store, right on the corner of Eisenhower and Passaic, where the bank is in real life in my hometown. The car turned right and I saw an old, concrete basketball court with two hoops but no nets.

People from three different times of my life

I was in my elementary school's auditorium for some sort of assembly that required a large crowd to be there. M.D.S. was there and she asked me if I liked her new hair style - she had a short bob to her chin and full bangs. I told her that it looked cute, very similar to how she used to wear it, just shorter, and that it was very flattering on her. We were sitting in the bleachers that were on the girls locker room side of the gym.

I was working with K.K. and E.R. when our office morphed into a Limited or New York & Co. I went to try on jewelry and bemoaned the fact that these stores put all the cute stuff by the register to increase impulse buying. Somehow I overcame my desire to purchase a long beaded necklace that went to my belt line and sat back down at my desk, telling my friends that I had to focus on getting my work done instead of on buying jewelry that I didn't really need.

I had a doctor's appointment and I rode my bike to his office. I paid the $25 copay but then canceled the appointment because I had to get over to the campus theater to see a show w/Wade. I hopped on my bike and pulled out my Blackberry to utilize Google maps so I could get to where the bike racks were. As I rode, I met up with Wade and someone else, both of whom were walking there so I hopped off of my bike and pushed it the rest of the way. Google maps took us down this concrete path, where all these college students were walking past us in the opposite direction and looking at us because we were clearly older than college student age. We also had to go through the campus bookstore, which made it awkward for me since I was pushing a bicycle. We walked out the back door of the store and finally got to this little quad area with an awning and giant pillars. We waited until the lines for the bike racks opened and Wade and I rushed over to get a good spot. I thought I'd forgotten my lock but then I looked at the front end of my bike and there it was; I told Wade that I used to keep my lock on the back end and out of force of habit, looked there for it first. The bikes all were pretty close together off to the side of this mini-quad; I pushed the front wheel up underneath the bottom rung of the rack, up this little hill, so that the lock could be strung through my front tire, the body of the bike, and the back tire. Wade told me she was getting in line for the Wi-Fi code so when I was done locking up my bike, I turned to go meet her. I ran into a girl who I apparently knew, she told me she had the same medical condition that I had and asked me how I dealt with it. I told her that I dealt with it by not talking to almost-strangers about it, and walked over to Wade who had just gotten out of the line. She was holding a white, flat box that had the word "bologna" on the side. The Wi-fi people were giving out lunch, too. I said "Bologna, really?! You would!" to Wade, but then she flipped the box over so I could see the front of it, where there was a picture of a grilled chicken sandwich. We both laughed and I told her I was getting in line, too; I wasn't certain that my Blackberry needed to have Wi-Fi access to work but I really just wanted a sandwich. As I stood in line, I pondered why we would need Wi-Fi to go watch this show, anyway.

Another amusement park

For the second night in a row, I dreamt about amusement parks (last night, Nic and I were at Splash Mountain but it was all indoors, in a warehouse, with no critters - essentially just a log flume - and we stole some T-shirts that belonged to a kid I went to middle school with, Trey). I was at the park as part of a school trip and I went on a ride with AP's brother and a group of other people. The ride staff gave me a pair of sunglasses to put on that look like the black Oakleys I have; apparently, this was to tell the person inside the ride that I was supposed to be a big part of the experience. Once inside the pod that you went through the ride in, the person inside asked me all sorts of questions about my family, why I was at the park, etc. and he searched my backpack. I had textbooks and a first aid kit in there. AP's brother just kind of sat by and watched all this happen. I didn't get to see in my dream what the ride was like because it cut to the next part.

I was walking around with two girls who were friends a guy that I was interested in. He was rich and he paid for our tickets to the park and all of our food - everything. We walked around for a while and he seemed to be interested in me, too. I had to go to the bathroom so my friend - Jamie, another person from middle school - and I went in. We wound up being in there for a really long time because we both had to... I finished before her though and was starting to get ready to leave then I remembered that I needed to use a tampon so I took the time to do that. When I grabbed my jacket and backpack off the hook inside the stall and left, I could see that my friend was still in her stall - I could see her sneakers. I got to the sink to wash my hands and a woman in a stroller began to talk to me. She handed me a magazine and asked me to watch her kid while she used the bathroom because the stroller wouldn't fit into a stall. I flipped through the magazine and briefly wondered if she would mind if I tore out some of the product coupons, then decided to go ahead and do it because she probably wouldn't notice. One of the coupons was for Wisp brushes.

Once outside, I morphed to my aunt's backyard - which looked nothing like it does in real life - and I was sitting at the end of a picnic table. Next to me was my brother, on the other side of his was my mom and on the other side of her was my dad. My cousin sat across from us all as my aunt went in and out of the screen door into the house to bring out the picnic lunch. Someone brought up "Who's On First?" and the four in my family all pointed at one another and cracked up at the fact that we all knew the references. My cousin didn't get it because he was only around 6-years-old (although he is in college in real life).

A lot of back and forth with location

I was texting a few different guys throughout the day, one of whom was my neighbor, because I was trying to make plans with them to hang out on separate occasions. They all were guys that I was sort of interested in or were sort of interested in me. I didn't hear back from one of them for a while and when I finally did, he told me that he couldn't text while he was at work, he had to wait until he was "back in the 973" to be able to text me. Apparently he lived in New Jersey but worked elsewhere.

I was at UR for work in the SID office, I'd gone back to help Dennis. He had a few student workers who were decent and he asked if I had a preference as to who helped me out with the men's soccer game that day. I think it was Meliora weekend so there were a lot of events back-to-back; I was handling soccer while Dennis took care of another simultaneous event. I didn't have a preference as to who helped me w/soccer as long as it was someone who knew about the sport. The game was really competitive. UR was playing a team whose colors were royal blue and white. I sat in the press box but it was a lot closer to the field than it is in real life at Fauver and it also was not centered but rather it was closer to the visitor's bench side. The benches were really close to the sideline so that made it a little tricky when it came to calling the ball out of bounds on that side. The ref made a questionable call that was in the favor of UR right in front of the visiting team's bench; they all were pointing in their direction, to the left, but the ref called it UR's ball. On the ensuing play, the ball went out again in front of the visitor's bench but the ref couldn't tell whose ball it should be, so he threw it in. He didn't do a full throw in though, it was more of a chest pass, and someone in the stands yelled "that throw was way too flat!"

I was at the house I had moved into at Rochester when I took the job w/Dennis and I went out to the mailbox. There was no one in the street - no kids playing, no cars driving by, no nothing. I grabbed my mail and sifted through it, tossing the junk mail into the conveniently placed trashcan. There was a bunch of junk mail, candidate fliers, etc. that I dropped into the trashcan and then all that was left in my hands were two voter ballot packets for the election tomorrow - one was addressed to me and one was addressed to Nic, both at the address of my new house.

One of the houses at the end of the street was showing a movie projected onto the side of their house. I stood in the street - it must have been closed off because not a single car drove by - with the sun on my face as it set to my right. I couldn't believe that there wasn't a single kid out there watching with me, or playing. I thought to myself, "They are missing this really cool thing because they're probably inside playing their stupid video games."

I was back in the press box watching the equestrian event. There was a blonde girl who needed to mount a horse to win but she was standing in front of the horse's face - the horse was facing me while the girl had her back to me - and as she watched her opponent race up to the same horse, she jumped up over the horse's head and landed in the saddle, thereby winning the event.

There was someone stuck inside my house, he was tied up with his head in the fireplace. Even though there was a fire, he wasn't burning, he had some blue thing on his face, like a cloud of dust you'd see in a cartoon. He yelled that there was a rocket in his eyes, and all of a sudden I was back in the street watching my upstairs window as the rocket shot off - a little fireworks display came out of my window as the rocket show out of my chimney.

Many cities, different peoples

I was in a city that felt like San Francisco but didn't look like it at all; I think it actually may have been either Seattle or Chicago, although I have never been to Chicago in real life so I can't be sure. I was walking around in a dress and heels, looking for the lecture hall where I was supposed to be attending one of my first classes at my new school, but I couldn't find it. I was on a quiet street although I could hear the city noises a few streets away. As I turned the corner and came out from an awning on the building I was walking next to, it started to rain. I was wearing a Burberry rain coat but it didn't have a hood so I used the books and newspapers in my hand to protect my head as I started to jog towards the student union. Many of the buildings around where I was had the same last name of a person, Thrasher, or Thatcher, I can't quite remember; I was looking for Thatcher Hall for my class, but I couldn't find it - all I saw was Thatcher Theater, Thatcher Union, Thatcher Bank, etc. Finally, I reached the student union and it was set up like a movie theater, so I had to wait in line to talk to someone in one of those round, glass windowed ticket booths to ask where Thatcher Hall was. the woman working there politely gave me directions to where it was; she was black and as I turned to walk away and follow her directions, I noticed that I was the only white person milling about the student union.

Cut to later in my dream, I was still in the city but I was on a treasure hunt type of challenge, like the Amazing Race, with a group of my friends. It hadn't started yet; I'd just landed in the city in a plane and had to meet them so I was walking through the airport terminal with my backpack and one of those old, wooden sleds, but the terminal morphed into more of city streets that were raised above street level and they were still enclosed, but it just didn't look or feel like an airport terminal. As I was walking, I dropped the bread or cake I was holding and it broke into pieces so I had to stop and pick it up because there was some importance to it. This scraggly guy rushed up to me and asked if he could have some - he didn't look like a homeless guy, just kind of worn down - but I knew that I couldn't let him have any so I quickly picked up the pieces and hurried away. When I got to the end of the corridor, I had to walk down a narrow flight of stairs to get to street level and when I got to the bottom floor, there were people there wearing certain clothes so I recognized them as being part of the treasure hunt we were on. I looked at my watch and realized I was about to be late, so I rushed past them and busted through a set of double doors to get outside.

Once I was outside, I recognized that I was in San Francisco, even though it still looked like Seattle because I could see the water and some familiar Seattle restaurants from where I was standing. I had to walk downhill to get to the building where the treasure hunt was supposed to start; as I rushed down the street, my view opened up to a plaza of sorts and I saw the building I was supposed to meet my friend at all the way on the far side, of course. I busted in through the doors there and found my place just as the first challenge for our team was starting. Emil, a kid I went to school with from kindergarten all the way through senior year in real life, was on my team; he was there wearing jeans and a canary yellow polo. The first challenge in this building was a drink test. The people conducting the challenge gave us large shot glasses full of a drink and we had to guess what it was; each drink had a distinct, bright color to it which was supposed to help us figure out what it was and the colors were all from the rainbow, including canary yellow. The blue drink came from a glass bottle that was shaped like a penguin and it had to go through one of those industrial toasters to be opened but instead of being hot when it came out, it was cold. There was another friend of mine, I think it was Squintz although I'm not 100% certain, who sat at the head of the table we all were sitting at and tried to point us in the right direction with our guesses.

After that challenge, I grabbed my bag and sled and met up with one of my friends at his car. As I threw my stuff in the trunk, I realized my friend was Louis, another guy I'd gone to school with in real life; in this old Buick parked next to us was Eli Manning. Eli sat in the back seat behind the passenger seat, and there were three other Giants players in the car with him. I think Osi Umenyiora was the driver. I tried to motion to Louis that there was a car full of Giants players right next to us, but I couldn't be subtle enough so Louis missed them. He wound up walking away, back up towards the airport terminal/corridor and told me that I should drive his yellow Ford Escape (which is what he drives in real life) back to the house and he'd meet me there. I thought that that was weird, but what could I do? I hopped in the driver's seat and the car full of Giants pulled out just as I looked over at them. They waved at me as they continued to back out of the parking space and drive away.

When I got to Louis' house, there were people that I know from Rochester there and something happened that involved Nicole and reading books for class but I can't remember what.

No analysis necessary for this one

I lived in this rundown neighborhood that used to be full of cute boutique shops and bustling with activity, but at the time I was living there, it had become a neglected area of the city. To get from one end of my street to the other, there were certain shops I had to walk though because there was no sidewalk. I kept running into people I knew in real life and they were encouraging me to continue foraging forward. No one stopped to have a full conversation with me and when I would stop to try to talk to them, they kept giving me words of encouragement and telling me that I was great. There is a gap in my memory at the time that I reached the opposite end of the street, but it picks up again on my return walk back to my home. People kept asking me how it went and I kept telling them to keep their fingers crossed for me.

One of the shops I had to walk through twice was a Halloween shop with all sorts of costumes, decorations and paraphernalia. Another shop was a hippie shop like the ones I used to like going to in Provincetown.

Airport fun

I was leaving work to travel with the team except that I knew it was going to be my last trip because I was fired. For some reason, I was still going on the trip even though I no longer was employed by the company. My ex-boss, RJW, was following me around the office as I gathered the things I need to do my job on the road, and finally I told him to stop following me around, that I could handle it and I wasn't going to be taking anything that wasn't mine.

We were in the airport and for some reason I waiting to lock my bag in an overnight locker until the last minute. I was looking at some home-made NY Giants t-shirts, sweatshirts, etc. at this stand in the terminal when I saw the team getting in line at the gate and I realized I had to check my bag into a locker. I sprinted down the terminal only stopping to ask airport staff where the nearest bank of lockers was; the first woman I spoke to simply pointed in the direction I had been running, so I asked another person a few gates down and he told me specifically it was at gate 134. was currently at gate 128. Luckily, the bag was not too heavy so I sprinted down there, and on my way I passed a group of extraordinarily hot guys. I smiled at them as I ran past and I somehow in my dream-state knew that they had smiled back although I didn't actually see it.

When I got to the bank of lockers, I realized I'd left m $20 bill in my purse, which one of my coworkers was holding for me, so I had to sprint back to our gate, which was around 126 or so. I grabbed my purse and was about to run back when I realized that they were boarding the plane. I told her that I was just running to gate 134 and that I would be back so hold the plane. She told me that our athletic trainer, who was just with us in the airport, had left to go on a vacation with his friends instead, so everyone was already upset so I'd better not miss our plane.

I sprinted back past the hot guy again and thought, "On my way back, I should just leave them with my cell phone number." As I got to the lockers, I slowed down because there was a line, but then I realized it was just people standing in the way. I stuck my $20 bill into the change machine and it spat out gold dollars. I went over to the bank of lockers behind the change machine and to the right, and stuffed by bag into a locker as I fed the coins into the machine. It cost five dollars; the machine took the first gold dollar fine, but then it wouldn't take any after that, so I had to finagle the coins into the machine. in order to get it to accept them. I had to roll the coin in a little bit then I had to push it in further because the mechanism that brought the coins in just wasn't working. Finally I was able to get the full five dollars into the machine and the locker above the one that I'd stuffed by bag into popped open. I switched my bag into the open locker, locked it, yanked the orange key out of the lock, and took off for my gate. At that point it was 5:45 on my watch (including it being set five minutes fast) and the flight had been scheduled to take off at 5:31 p.m.

As I approached where the hot guys had been, I noticed with disappointment that they were gone. Just as I was running through the food court, which was in the middle of gates 134 and 128, I ran into Jonah, who I haven't seen since graduating college. "What the hell!" I exclaimed, as I threw my arms around him. He was just as surprised to see me; apparently he and his friends were on their way to Pebble Beach but their layover from Chicago was in San Antonio. I apologized because I had to make my flight and told him I would call him immediately and we'd definitely have to hang out soon.

I took off running again - there is a gap of memory here - and all of a sudden I was stepping onto the plane with my purse, just making the flight before they slammed the door behind me. I hustled back to my seat, which was a middle seat three rows from the back. I climbed over the large woman in the coral-colored blouse to get to my seat on the right side of the plane, and only then noticed that there was a single empty seat in the last row on the left. I was about to climb back over the woman when someone called my name. It was one of my coworkers and she gave me a thumbs up that I had made it in time.

First nightmare in a while

I can only remember my first dream from last night, which occurred 30 minutes after I fell asleep; I had a much more in-depth and dramatic dream throughout the night which I now can not remember.

I was at a softball field that was part of a pretty nice complex of fields, and it was pitch black outside. I dropped my gear next to the bench (there was no dugout, no covering of any sort, just a bench) and I could hear the buzz of the field's lights as they took a few minutes to turn on. I also heard what sounded like a small motor coming from behind me. I saw a ghost in a wheelchair approaching the field and as it got closer, I realized that it was an older African American gentleman that I did not recognize personally, but I could tell he was pure evil. I dropped to the ground, behind the bench thinking maybe he hadn't seen me and would continue on his way. He passed the bench and just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, he stopped, cocked his head to the side as if listening, and began to turn his wheelchair back towards me.

A combination of all parts of my life

I was on Rochester’s softball team but Rochester itself was in the woods of Pennsylvania. My mom had a fish tank the size of my current bedroom in the house she lived in and I went to visit her. It wasn’t built to be a fish tank, it was actually an indoor fresh water pond, but it never had any fish it in until I went home from school – about a 20 minute drive – to see her. In one of the walls that made up the pond/tank, there was a large circular glass window (as they have at aquariums/zoos so you can see what’s in the water) that took up most of the wall and inside, I saw one lion fish and I instantly recognized it as Alexander. I was in shock, since I thought he was dead, and I said as much to my mom. She said, “No, no, I was able to save him from the tank by putting him in this big ol’ fresh water pond.” I asked her if there were any other fish in the pond and she told me that there weren’t.

I had to get back to school and when I got back, I ran into B.Ham, who apparently was my teammate, just as I was getting out of my car. We chatted for a bit in the parking lot before she had to get to class; she told me she’d see me later at practice. I grabbed my backpack out of the back seat and turned towards my dorm, then I saw Jane Lynch in a red shirt, holding an award, about 50 feet away. I called out to her that I hadn’t watched the Emmys because I was busy so I DVR’d it, but I planned to watch it that night. I also told her that I heard she won big for her role on Glee and congratulated her. She waved and yelled back, “Thanks so much!”

Fla.-J and I were talking on Skype about going to a party and drinking a lot, when he sighed heavily. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, “I kind of want to just stay in and hold you.” I smiled and said that I’d be up for whatever he wanted to do, but I did feel bad about not going to the party because Dave Matthews Band was playing at it – it was an outdoor concert at an outdoor party, kind of like in Dazed and Confused – and it was a friend’s birthday. Fla.-J said, “Okay, how about a compromise – we go to the party for a little bit, but we don’t drink, and we stay together and I’ll just hold your hand?” I smile at him as he continued, “I love you and just want to be with you, I don’t care about being around anyone else, but if you really want to go, let’s go make our appearance.” We agreed to meet outside of my apartment in 30 minutes.

I remembered a lot more detail when I first woke up, dang it

I was trying to throw out two white plastic trash bags but had to go into the men’s room because the bags were so heavy I couldn’t make it farther down the hallway. I was in an arena tunnel or something along those lines. When I got into the men’s room, I walked past the urinals to the toilet and flushed the bags of trash down the toilet instead of putting them in the trash can. They fit perfectly and I watched them swirl down.

I was on a golf course with Fla.-J and he was using a carburetor as a golf club; I was cracking up.

Fla.-J and I were walking along the Riverwalk except it was more of a Tunnel of Love type of set-up. We were with both his parents and mine; it was the first time each of us was meeting the other person’s parents. Fla.-J explained to my parents that he was asking for my hand in marriage, which is why he had gotten us all together. My mom was wary based on our history; my dad didn't know what to say. Fla.-J's parents seemed a little confused, too, since they didn't know much about me.

Ill-advised plans to catch an airplane

I was in a nursing home in the future and my grandmother was there (she is dead in real life). She couldn't have been happier to see me and she told me so; she also told me that she hoped my life was going well, because it had been so long since I had updated her on what was going on with me.

Boyfriend and I had gotten married in a very small ceremony with almost no family or friends in attendance. We hurried back to my house in New Jersey so that we could grab our things and get to the airport to go on our honeymoon. Boyfriend's dad and V.B. were there to help us. I ran upstairs to my room to grab a suitcase and I started filling it with clothes I thought I'd need for two weeks; we were headed somewhere tropical so I was packing summer clothes and I also packed running clothes/shoes. Boyfriend jogged upstairs to hurry me along so I zipped up my suitcase and followed him downstairs and out the front door to the black Escalade in my driveway. On our way downstairs Boyfriend and I had decided that it would be best if I drove since I knew where the Newark airport was and could get us there without getting lost. As I was about to jump in the driver's seat, I realized I'd forgotten both of my phone chargers, so I apologized and ran back inside. My cats were looking at me like, "where are you going and for how long?" and that's when I realized that I hadn't arranged for anyone to watch them while I was gone. Then I saw my deodorant on the dresser and had to grab that. Next, I couldn't remember if I'd packed running clothes and couldn't decide if I should just put some on, just in case. Lastly, I realized that I hadn't showered so I jumped in and took a very quick one. When I got out of the shower, Boyfriend was there asking me what the heck I was doing. I explained to him all of my problems and he convinced me that everything would be fine, but I still lingered in my room. He coaxed me out and as I looked back at my room I saw my Blackberry sitting on my nightstand so I ran back to get it. AT this point, Boyfriend tells me that we have 55 minutes until our plane takes off and I realize that we're just barely going to make it in time so we both jog downstairs. I stop midway down the stairs to take stock of what I am doing - getting married, escaping on this honeymoon, and my family has absolutely no idea about all this - then I see Boyfriend hobbling out of the kitchen and into the foyer on a crutch. I ask him what happened and he tells me that he just did something that really hurt his right ankle, knee and hip, so he needed to lean on a crutch for support. He hobbles out to the car and his dad helps him into the passenger seat as I jump in the driver's seat. V.B. and Boyfriend's dad sit in the backseat. I buckle up and grab the sun shades from the windshield but I can't fold them properly and Boyfriend is starting to get angry about how long it's taking me to do everything. I toss them at his feet and they pop open, so I say, "Watch out!" so that he doesn't get hit by them. As I drive off, I realize that I had just made us incredibly late and we might miss our flight and not get to go on our honeymoon.

There also was a part of this dream with an oyster feed and a lot of people, but I can't remember anything more than that it happened outside.

My organs are made of fruit; or, the morphing of two NHL teams

I was in a somewhat public place - meaning there were people around but not many - when I started to cough. I could feel a large piece of phlegm in my throat so I tried to cough it up and it finally came up. I spat it out on the ground and it looked to be one of my organs (not a recognizable one, like my lung; much smaller than that). It was beating like a heart and was a bright red color but it slowly deepened into a dark purple as it slowly stopped beating. Its center, from where the beating was generating, was a blueberry.

Next I was showing Boyfriend examples of mezuzahs* so that we could go purchase some for our home. Then, I shopping with Boyfriend to find some except we were in the San Jose Sharks team store. I told him to go looking for one in one section while I went to the counter to order him a Sharks trash can engraved with his name. As the teen-aged salesperson struggled with how to spell Boyfriend's name, I had to create a distraction so that Boyfriend wouldn't see, so I showed him a bobble head of the New Jersey Devils mascot that was water skiing using two sharks instead of skis. We started to glance around the store at the other merchandise and we noticed that all of the Sharks gear started to mesh with Devils gear in some way.

*Coincidentally, that link is from U. of Texas