In Dreams - 2013 Edition.

[Fairly oldie, but goodie. And by 'goodie', I mean post-worthy. Though mostly oldie leftovers from posts half-finished.]

I have really weird, super-vivid dreams, sometimes, especially if I happen to stuff my face with a lot of food right before I go to sleep. I meant to keep a dream journal of sorts (and I kept record of some from '07/'08), but I've not had many interesting dreams recently. Hints about life, mayhaps?

Sigh.

Although last night, I did dream that this tenant in my building had a copy of my house and car keys, because I'd asked him to park my car once, and I'd given him the whole set and not just the car key.

In five minutes, he managed to make duplicates.

Aside from being daft that way, what's odd is that our parking garage isn't big enough to need a valet, and the fact that I never ever use a valet, because I don't trust other people with both my car and the keys.

And the dream's not finished yet. As he sauntered off to his usual spot near the front of the elevator (there are chairs and a table for the supervisor), I ran up to him and snatched the key copies back from him.

Then I woke up.

I know what you're thinking, and no, that dream doesn't fall under my usual definition of 'interesting', but yeah, I'll have to settle for that for now.

Another: I once dreamt that the two back teeth on the right side of my mouth were stuck together, top and bottom. They were so stuck, that when I tried to pry them open (not with a crowbar or anything like that, though), they fell out.

So I had four glued-together teeth, sitting in the palm of my hand. There ends anecdote.

Due to lack of blogging material, I'm going to pull some rabbits from the deep recesses of some very old draft posts and also my subconscious, and put them in type. Here goes, from mild to not-so-mild (some five years back, I had some pretty far-out but disturbing dreams):

1. When I was really, really small, I dreamt that I was in a restaurant (H&H! In Petaling Jaya, I think) and then I ran to the toilet, pulled my pants down, squatted, and literally peed myself awake.
2. Commuting. My mom and I were on holiday, and we had to switch buses and trains, while lugging our luggage. Also, there was a freeway in the middle of an ocean, and we went back and forth on that. Can't recall why.
3. Toilet Dreams: Take #2. I'd finished pooping, so I wiped, and attempted to flush, because the flush broke, and the toilet overflowed with chicken wing-shaped poop and I panicked because I knew my mom would kill me. 
4. A far more enjoyable second sequel to The Mummy compared to the actual crap that came out. It was set in Egypt, like it should, and it brought the whole gang back, including Ardeth Bay, and also Imhotep, except that he was an unwilling participant this time around (because in the first sequel, Anucksunamun dumped him and he sacrificed himself).
5. Labyrinth-ian hotel corridors, but not so much maze-like as it is honeycombed. It was a fairly confusing dream, and there was only one floor and one door.
6. Zombie apocalypse! Had it in 2012, which is the right year, if there is ever right year for apocalypses. (I got this from an unposted post about dreams in 2012). We're in this huge barn, high ceilings and all, and the Sheriff (don't ask, don't know) was poking around some wooden crates when one of them falls on her head. She dies, is zombified, and when she gets up, she has this massive gaping head-wound. She approaches us, and for some reason I had this water hose (the firefighting variety) and we turned it on and aimed it at her wound. In real-life logic, this wouldn't work, but hitting her head-wound kept her back. But after a while, the water started becoming clear again (it was red because of her blood), and using the hose didn't work anymore as she was slowly (but surely!) coming for us. We turned and ran, shotgun (don't know where that came from) in hand, and we were on a verandah, and the SWAT guys (also don't know) were swarming the place. And one of us, who looked a bit like Kenan Thompson back when he was fat, started freaking out and flailing about with a firearm of his own and they shot him. That got us to putting down our weapons and holding our hands up, but then I turned around and the sheriff was right behind me and...

Luckily by then, I woke up.

If this post isn't too TL;DR for you, you may also like this, this and (a pretty short) this from '07 and '08.

Happy Throwback Friday!