tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102654942024-03-23T10:55:47.130-07:00chadsleeptalkA place where I can log and save my dreams and sleep talking experiencesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-41171799840967555632019-05-31T09:03:00.001-07:002019-05-31T09:03:28.747-07:00Supermarket ShowdownI haven't posted in a while, but I just had a very disturbing and vivid nightmare. I wanted to write this one down because I actually remember a lot of details even hours after waking up from it.<br />
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I was doing some grocery shopping at a supermarket that I didn't recognize. It felt like a mix of Target, Grocery Outlet, and Costco. I picked out some veggies, milk, and eggs and head to the cashier. The cashier made some small talk but I couldn't respond and I realized I was feeling hungover. I paid for my stuff, but when I looked down I found out I just bought some rotten tomatoes and gooey molding corn. I didn't feel like arguing and started heading out the door. <br />
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A squad of about 6 police officers rush in from the automatic doors. 4 of them were in navy blues, and a couple of them were in civilian clothes. They pushed us back towards the center of the supermarket. There was no time or room to escape because this place only had one doorway. It was a long 10 seconds until we heard a gang of 4-5 armed individuals storm in. <br />
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There was so much commotion, I figured I couldn't trust anyone or assume anything. So I hid among the shelves behind boxes and tried to avoid running into anyone. I couldn't risk getting accidentally shot by the cops either. It was a frantic scurrying from aisle to aisle trying to find the next hiding spot. At one point I was cornered and boosted myself above the shelves in the middle of an aisle to hide on the top. <br />
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From there I was able to get the lay of the land and see most of what was going on. I saw cops in active shooter maneuvers and stances. Very few shots from either side were hitting so the shooting went on for a long time. Eventually the cops were able to subdue most of the shooters. I saw injured and traumatized people hiding in corners of the store. Then I looked toward the front row of the store where they sold camping gear. <br />
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There was a guy in a hunting vest and a baseball cap casually drag a lawn chair onto the top of the shelving. In his other hand was an automatic shotgun. It was kind of a funny image because he was so calm among the chaos. He slowly set up the chair and looked up. I was a sitting duck. He sat down and held his weapon in both hands. Adrenaline shot through me and I rolled off the shelf and sprinted to the end of the aisle. A rhythmic pulse of pellets started spraying in every direction. Everyone: shoppers, cops, employees took cover and waited for the maniac to reload. <br />
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A moment of silence and I looked up and saw the chair. The place was a mess all around me. Pellets, shells, shredded boxes and motionless bodies. Where did the guy go?? I heard boots stepping just around the corner in the aisle next to me. Another shopper is cowering and whimpering "oh god oh god". I see the guy steadily walking toward me reloading the shells. In my head I thought, "this is my only chance, I have to try to tackle him or something?" But like most of my dreams I can't get myself to move to fight him. I hear a shotgun go off, but it was from the right side slightly behind me. It was a cop and he was aiming straight for the maniac's head. I was expecting to see his head blown straight off, but I woke up in my bed. Chest was POUNDING. <br />
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Phewff it was just a dream. I looked at my phone. crap it's only 3am. 2 more hours till I have to wake up. I wake up at 4am, 5am, and finally 5:34. 10 minutes to brush my teeth, kiss T, drench my bedhead, get dressed, make coffee, and hit the road.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-76914178969839748022016-11-15T10:26:00.003-08:002016-11-15T10:26:54.139-08:00The Intermittent Zombie ApocalypseLast night, I slept like a rock. On the outside, I must have looked peaceful as hell. Hell indeed! In my mind I experienced the Intermittent Zombie Apocalypse. Intermittent you ask?<br />
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I was in the backyard of my parent's house probably enjoying some yardwork with my dad. It was a sunny summer afternoon and I felt very relaxed. Suddenly I see my usually calm neighbor burst out. I stop to wave hi, but he barely notices me. He's frantically nailing planks of scrapwood on all his windows. It looked hilarious and reminded me of a cartoon character rapidly building a house. My dad puts a hand to his head, "I shoot! it's almost 6 o clock!" I see him nail two boards onto our back door before he drops the hammer and runs into the house. What the hell is going on?<br />
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As the sun dips behind the adjacent house, I begin to see slow-moving people climbing over our backyard fence. Zombies! Using all my Walking Dead and World War Z knowledge, I nail one more board onto a window and run into the house. I grab the nearest thing I can find, a chair. By then one of Them have already broken into the house. "Broken" is hardly the right word to use here. Nothing was in their way. I take the chair and start swinging and stabbing at Them1. As with all physical fights in my dreams I do Zero damage. I might as well be brushing Them1 with a feather.<br />
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I abandon my chair tactic and look for something that can deal more damage. I'm running aimlessly around the house. To buy myself more time I find myself in the farthest corner of the house: my brother's room. I grab the metal music stand, and imagine a trident on one end and a rectangular blade on the other. Hiyah! Swing! Swipe! Smash! I wait for blood to spray....but alas, nothing. All of a sudden They all disappear, but the house is trashed. It's 9 o clock and I can't believe I spent 3 hours gently nudging Them one by one. Relieved, I go back to sleep.<br />
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Suddenly it's the next day probably 5:30pm. This time we're prepared. I'm back in the yard again. I turn around to look at the house, and there are 500 planks of wood completely covering the backside of the house. The sun dips behind our adjacent neighbor's two-storyhouse. I see a hand clasp over the top of our backyard fence. *Auuhghoouhggggg* *oowoeeuugheae* *ding-ding-diiiing* *brinngading dingg*<br />
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I slowly open my eyes and wake up to another nightmare. It's 5am in the morning and I have to wake up to drive to work. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-66785990769839918562010-11-06T10:45:00.000-07:002010-11-06T10:45:41.211-07:00Hot off the GrillI just woke up from this one and it's wild!<br />
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I rarely remember my dreams, but this one is fresh in my mind. I'm back at home in SF, but for some reason I'm depressed as hell. I'm just lying around on the carpet (we have hardwood floors now), so I guess I'm a teenager at the moment. I just don't feel like doing anything. I realize that I've been couped up indoors forever so I go out for some sunshine. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-9L1VEunAMg1KzHtC4UNWIhKyxWjaIGyiwo4ogYfry570keolpB4fHHqICI05AK0J_48bFw-99gRFsKuSaZDOaIlOSVAsV1r_Oo3SBmUX995sRyQ6E3INKn1b6p3Q_F8pCR-Qw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-9L1VEunAMg1KzHtC4UNWIhKyxWjaIGyiwo4ogYfry570keolpB4fHHqICI05AK0J_48bFw-99gRFsKuSaZDOaIlOSVAsV1r_Oo3SBmUX995sRyQ6E3INKn1b6p3Q_F8pCR-Qw/s200/images.jpg" width="161" /></a>I walk out and eventually meet this cute Korean girl (that progressively turns into Natalie Portman, so I'll call her Natalie). We're talking and we're hitting it off, and the sun is shining, birds are chirping, zippity doo dahh zipppity dayy. She brings me back to her abode where we end up playing deuces with her dad. This man is like a large mountain military man, kinda intimidating so I'm very nervous. Then I look at my hand, and I have a four of a kind Kings, but two of them are diamonds! shit. he's gonna think I'm a cheat, and clobber me. I start to sweat, and my heart is racing thinking i'm going to die. Luckily he gets a phone call and has to go. phewf.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNOQMn9kb3W-iNGgbAEea95rI3WE3v1YncSz1z1kGXmXKz_Rr6oSllGzbFLiMMrJFr2FAVY0wynbxKt53W7NfQAxbBtmZ35iUL85LpZ3I5KlsMRAozRwyq9ts7_htsbHq1lb4Lw/s1600/smeagol1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNOQMn9kb3W-iNGgbAEea95rI3WE3v1YncSz1z1kGXmXKz_Rr6oSllGzbFLiMMrJFr2FAVY0wynbxKt53W7NfQAxbBtmZ35iUL85LpZ3I5KlsMRAozRwyq9ts7_htsbHq1lb4Lw/s200/smeagol1.jpg" width="200" /></a>Natalie takes me downstairs in the basement where she lives. I'm relieved that I didn't have to show my kings until I met her pet. Her pet was Smeegle from LOTR... I really wanted to impress her so I'm all pretending to think he's adorable? this dream was going horribly wrong. I'm trying my hardest not to grimace when Smeegle's around just staring at us. I take her to another room, and we're about to make out, but she flinches away. "I can't, my mom's gonna banish you". ...what? Apparently this girl's got magical powers, and she sealed us in the basement so the mom can't get to us.<br />
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The mom is upstairs with her fireworks magic trying to break the seal. She's cackling up a storm, working furiously. I'm pretty fed up by now, so I just go up stairs and try to reason with this woman before she pulverizes me. "Why can't I date your daughter?!" "well dear.. wait you're Japanese right?" "No.. I'm not Japanese, why's that matter?" She smiles and doesn't say anything after that. She summons her servant to give me a bunch of candies and sends me away. wtf. what about my Natalie!<br />
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I'm walking down the street again and bump into Gary where I tell him what happened and he cracks up at my misfortune. Then I wake up. <br />
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Note:<br />
-Natalies my 2nd celebrity dream girl. Reese Witherspoon is my 1st. <br />
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Day 1: <br />
"good...good" <br />
(1 hour later)<br />
"wraaeereewar!" (they tell me I sounded like a fierce mean ole' cat)<br />
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Day 2:<br />
"Frankenstein sounds good.."<br />
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what does this mean? <br />
Is it like.. Frankenstein's singing voice sounds good? <br />
or is Frankenstein a food... what do you wanna order? Frankenstein sounds good. <br />
or..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-27665645686436570182010-08-10T00:26:00.000-07:002010-08-10T00:37:36.464-07:00CopsSo last Friday I had this dream where I was driving my car somewhere very hilly in SF. I'm having a lot of fun, until I spot a motorcycle cop from the corner of my eye. Crap! I focus back in front of me, and double crap. I just ran a red light because I was distracted by the cop. How ironic. <br />
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So I get pulled over, and the cop walks around from the front of my car. He pulls off his helmet and she's beautiful! I roll down the window and we lock eyes, and there is instant chemistry. She blushes and tells me in this adorable Spanish accent that I'm going to be let off with a warning. She then proceeds to remove...<br />
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...my car hood and we see the foam sheet covering my engine bay is torn up! We're all trying to piece it together, wondering how it got shredded. Then I realized that car engine bays don't have a foam sheet covering them! That's when I realize its a dream and I wake up. <br />
Then later in this same day, I'm driving on I-205 down to Eugene. Some douche SUV driver is tailgating the hell out of me, so I speed up trying to cut into the middle lane. Then the SUV moves over, and another set of light is tailgating me. What the hell is wrong with these people!! <br />
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blue, red, white lights flashing. The officer walks over to the passenger side of my car, takes off his helmet, and he is not a beautiful Spanish woman. He then proceeds to write me a ticket for $287. fml.<br />
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Chad (formal voice): Dealing... of Crack.<br />
Wilton: chad? what? <br />
Chad (formal voice): Dealing... of Crack.<br />
Wilton: Chad why are you dealing crack? <br />
Chad (thick southern accent): 's where the money's at!<br />
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Chad: man, why's so hot up here?<br />
Wilton: what?<br />
Chad: goo gee goo gee goo gee (with hands waving around)<br />
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Then he kept on saying: "Hey CHAD! sleep talk! sleep talk some more!" over and over again, and it totally woke me up and i was oh so angry!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-85351394520847602132010-06-29T01:33:00.000-07:002010-06-29T01:33:28.321-07:00double witnessyea here's one that I forgot about that happened couple weeks ago. I was completely exhausted and just collapsed on Dillon's living room carpet and knocked out. Everybody else was still awake. Wilton and Angel were watching tv on the couch or something, and they see me sit up with my eyes closed. I point in Angel's direction and say: "You're a human being!" <br />
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i'm a crazy personUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-38966541729753224272010-06-27T13:13:00.000-07:002010-06-27T13:13:18.309-07:00Haha after this past few days, I had two sleep talking incidents. I kind of noticed a pattern. I think the more tired I am when my head hits the pillow, the more likely I'll voice my dreams. <br />
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Seattle Trip:<br />
Dillon's account.<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">So I'm half asleep and all of a sudden I hear Chad say, "No don't do it! No Stop"</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I look up at him with a confused demeanor, but I figured maybe he cramped while sleeping.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Than Chad goes on to say, "Ouch! Ouch! OOUCH!"</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">At this point I'm like, oh he's just sleep talking again.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">He ends by trailing off, "No... don't do that to the lamp..."</span></i><br />
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Few days later, Wilton hears:<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chad: (In a thick southern accent) Just hangin' out, do thangs.<br />
Wilton: (laughing) What? Why'd you say that?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chad: (In a thick southern accent) Advertisements</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">-10 minutes later-</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chad: (In a thick southern accent) I don't want yer life!</span></i><br />
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I'm back at home in my garage when I hear some scratching from the door that leads to my backyard. I go to check out what the noise is, and I see this 8 year old boy. He was the one scratching, and he's making inaudible noises with an emotionless expression on his face. Behind him hovers an old creepy man laughing, like he's done something evil. It immediately clicks in my mind that there was some kind of abuse going on and the boy was no longer normal. I was enraged. I was about to punch the old man in the face but they both just vanished. <br />
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Flash to the beach where I'm with some friends and some people I knew in high school . I'm telling them about this weird creepy man that they should be watching out for when one guy starts saying how he's a pedophile too. I was like WTF and I start beating the crap out of his face. I felt kind of restrained because I didn't want to hurt him because we were friends and maybe he was just joking. Then the old creepy man comes up behind us smiling his horrible grin and I just snap. I'm pummeling the guy into the ground kicking and thrashing, tearing him apart. Usually in dreams, when I get in a fight, I can't move my limbs. But this one was different. All my rage was expressed into an actual physical beat down. (It's funny how I'm feeling angry as I type this). <br />
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Flash to my front door, my mom was suggesting she should go talk to the guy to try to talk some sense into him. I'm pissed off yelling that he should die and people like that shouldn't be shown remorse. But she was pretty hard set on reasoning with the old man. <br />
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phewf! it feels good to get that all out. These dreams came out of no where, I can not see any direct connection from these dreams to real life. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-21709106133590787182010-04-21T00:13:00.000-07:002010-04-21T18:23:32.400-07:00Disturbing Dreams pt 1I haven't been able to recall dreams I've had when I wake up, until recently. And I'm pretty sure the only reason is it was disturbing and involved heightened emotions that I was able to remember them when I woke up. I'll start with the most recent.<br />
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I was back in the Bay Area yay! but in this part of the dream, I was about to make the trip back to Oregon. My family and friends were all driving out to some restaurant for lunch in the East Bay before I left and it was a sunny day. I was in my MINI with my brother next to me, because he's coming up with me for the summer (true in real life!) My dad was in front driving a Toyota RAV4, when all of a sudden we come up to this corner and his car completely flips over in the turn and his body just ejects lifelessly out of the car. (I know its just a dream.. it pains me still as I type it right now). At first I feel shocked like omg what the hell happeend. I run out of my car and I spot one of his arms hanging on a tree. I run to it and pick it up. I turn around and see my dad lying there motionless and it hits me. I start bawling out of control like I had just lost my dad.<br />
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The crazy part was when I walked over to his body with his arm in my hands. He stands up slowly and he still has both of his arms!! WHAT?! I'm all looking at his severed arm, and back at his still attached injured arms trying to make sense of it. I remember thinking it must be some physical metaphor of the 'phantom arm' effect. He starts to come to his senses and slowly grabs his severed arm and places it within his 'phantom arm' and it sticks. I'm relieved that hes alive and am about to take him to the hospital but then he refuses! He decides to call his brother for some chinese healing methods. I was like wtf! you can't risk your life to do that! and we start this argument about how he should go about seeking treatment.<br />
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Crazy Nightmare. It was pretty emotionally draining, and I'm glad it was only a dream. <br />
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Yesterday I had another disturbing dream too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-87071654341492764782009-11-09T00:14:00.000-08:002009-11-09T00:14:18.689-08:00Like SandHeh, so this one's kind of embarrassing, but whatever I thought it was interesting. After dinner, I just knocked out and I had a dream where I was starting to get kind of passionate with a girl. We locked eyes and then we started making out but her lips felt like sand paper! Her skin felt really rough too! I was like... what? This isn't very nice lol.<br />
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I wake up and find out that I was using my Denim fabric blanket. oooohhhh....<br />
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Let's go with some mo' Friends references:<br />
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All I remember is it's really early in the morning and Henry's whack sleeping schedule has him up. He starts playing music on his laptop, and that causes me to be half awake. I remember noticing that he was recording me too, for some reason. I'm pretty grumpy in the morning, but I was way too tired/half-conscious to say anything so I muster all my energy to give him the finger. I swear I remember giving him the finger for like 5 seconds and then falling back asleep. hhaha I guess the music had an effect on me, you'll see what happens. <br />
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Damn youtube. First time I uploaded it, it picked up the American Boy track and said it was copyright and muted it. Made me spend an extra half hour finding hacks (raising pitch) aowiefjal;fijalwf, im tired now zzzzzzz<br />
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PS. I'd like to thank Henry for the video. I'd like to know why he also filmed my shape.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-15879810719657351842009-10-18T21:04:00.000-07:002009-10-18T21:06:29.302-07:00Weird Horse DreamI wasn't going to post this, because I couldn't remember much of it until I told it to Dillon in person. I dreamed that it was my birthday again, at a place sort of like DNA lounge. This time I was upstairs at a table drinking, but I don't remember recognizing anyone. Anyways I had to go to the bathroom really bad. Left stall was closed, and the right stall was a handicapped stall so it was huge. I open the door and find this huge horse standing between me and the toilet. I couldn't go with the horse in the way, and thats when I woke up with my bladder about to burst. I guess the horse saved me, otherwise I may have had to buy David some new cushions O_O<br />
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The really weird part is when I told Dillon. He starts laughing and I'm like what's so funny. Dillon then asks his roommate to tell me her dream. She starts telling about a party going on in the apartment or something and suddenly a horse appears! Then the horse was saying that it reallly needed to go to the bathroom and goes inside the bathroom in the aparment and starts pissing and shitting all over the place. Her horse was cooler than mine cus it had nice teeth and could talk lol. Mine was just a regular brown horse. But isn't it crazy that we both dreamt about a horse in a bathroom? <br />
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Then we're waiting around for the plane and I realize that I did not prepare for this trip AT ALL. Cus all I have is my backpack and thats it. Luckily I had almost everything in my backpack. It was weird, its a medium sized backpack, but when I opened up the small zipper part, I found almost all my stuffed animals in there. This girl was sitting with us and she was like OOO!! stuffed animals! so i gave her one haha.<br />
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Then I had this really weird dream with people that I didn't recognize. I was on this grungy looking bus and it looked like it was in black and white. I'm not sure where I'm going. Some armed men suddenly rush on the bus and start hassling people, grabbing collars and throwing people down. They're about to take this one little girl (Meg) away when suddenly a woman (Maria) freezes everyone with her magical powers. She starts unfreezing all the innocent people and takes Meg off the bus. Meg starts to get really attached to Maria, because she basically saved her life. But Maria is kind of cold and distant and says Meg needs to be with Ms. Lydia. They enter a school and I enter too, with Maria taking Meg to Ms. Lydia.<br />
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Apparently it's a middle school, and I'm attending. Maria is my teacher so I go into the class room. It looks alot like one of the classrooms I had at PMS. It's pretty much the first day of school and I notice the teacher has on the bulletin board screenshots of her status on FarmVille?! haha I remember thinking, hmm pretty cool teacher. Then two chinese German speaking guys come in and I'm thinking this must be the German movie that Andy was talking about. All of a sudden form the corner of my eye I swear I see the teacher suddenly appear through the chalkboard. I was like wtf. So I press rewind? and verify that yes, she did appear through the chalkboard. Thats all I remember haha. I think this dream means I'm crazy. <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-36012221122484131382009-09-21T23:03:00.000-07:002009-09-21T23:03:55.527-07:00Warriors Ticket dreamSOoo... here we go!<br />
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So I'm going to a Warriors game by myself for some reason. I'm walking into the arena and right next to me are a few basketball players that I don't recognize. Then all of a sudden I see this tall asian dude with long hair, it's my friend Alex?! Now Alex is a tall guy, but in the dream he was like 7 feet tall. We start heading to our seats, but he starts ranting about not being able to find parking cus the parking's all messed up so he decides to leave. I'm walking out with him to say goodbye, cus I paid for my ticket and i aint leaving right? WRONG<br />
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Here's the weird part. I look down at my ticket, and it's a HUGE BUTTERFLY the size of.. a textbook or something. Then I wake up in a cold sweat (haha maybe not, but thats all I remember). <br />
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This dream actually links to some stuff in real life.. Alex talking to me about going to a Hockey game, a friend telling me about unorganized parking at a NFL game, and I watched King Kong that night which had a whole bunch of XL insects. Stir them up together, and you get a nifty little dream.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-38571086587687776252009-09-20T17:20:00.000-07:002009-09-20T17:22:17.040-07:00Learning experienceHere's a geeky dream that I had. And it's about the future! ok it's not that exciting. <br /><br />So I was deciding between a 11" cheap $199 netbook and a $399 10" HD capable netbook. I went with the $199 netbook, and then I regretted it. I spent the rest of my dream failing to return it and buy the one I wanted. <br /><br />The EndUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-37379098492372627782009-09-19T20:52:00.000-07:002009-09-19T20:53:38.096-07:00O_Owow, one of those dreams that you don't wanna wake up from. snap back to reality!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-90172400121206355852009-09-09T14:31:00.001-07:002009-09-09T14:36:23.773-07:00Raisinaine?!This was an interesting dream..<br /><br />I remember going into this house that I did not recognize, actually it looked a lot like G's house, but slum version. G, H, and A were there and they had 'chalk' with them. We all used the 'chalk' and had a great time. Andy finds these instructions to create fake 'chalk' with raisins (it made sense at the time) so we do it. We end up with a ton of fake 'chalk' which we take to the streets to sell. We make a boatload of moneys. <br /><br />Next part, I'm hanging out with AK and his 2 year old toddler son. His son starts swinging on these construction structures and drops like 1 story down and starts laughing. I start panicking because i didnt know how far the hole fell. But luckily his son was some atheletic genius and was safe. All of a sudden I see AVM and.. yep<br /><br />When I wake up, Dillon tells me I've been sleep talking again:<br /><br />1) Yelled: "CONTINUE!! CONTINUE!!! CONTINUEE!!<br />2) Yelled: "Lets get going!!"<br />3) said: "flowers.."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-91866946605931053042009-07-01T12:55:00.000-07:002009-07-01T12:59:12.424-07:00Account of Sleep Walking?I went to sleep at about 11PM and about 1:30AM, Wilton sees me all of a sudden sit up and look around the room. Then I flash some "gun" gang signs at him, then thrust my face above his laptop with a menacing expression. Then I fall backwards and hit my head on the wall and knock out. <br /><br />THen I proceed to have a crazy dream about shooting deer tranquilizers at each other ( me dillon and david) and feeling EXTREMELY tired. I slept 13 hours this day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-73964518173575592902009-06-20T01:06:00.000-07:002009-09-10T01:07:40.915-07:00Load GameSo this one was the same night as the RMZ dream. We're waiting around for Gary to go to EDC, its about 8PM and its gotten dark already and he's just abotu finished with work. Actually, we were supposed to wait for him, but we started leaving already and I didn't realize we had to meet up with him until I reach 3rd St (i dono why) Now, in this dream 3rd St was supposed to be a really ghetto neighborhood, but I shrug it off. I'm standing outside my car and all of a sudden someone shoots me in the chest and I fall to the ground and die. OH NO!! how are we gonna go to EDC now?!<br /><br />(view changes to birds eye view) I see letters that say you have died, Game Over. And naturally I think, omg i hope i saved when I was waiting on 3rd street. I hit go into the menu and select 'Load Game'. PHEWF I'm back on 3rd street, and quickly hop in the car and call Gary. We then proceed to drive to EDC. The End.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-18112373632616668052009-06-20T01:05:00.000-07:002009-09-10T01:06:06.024-07:00Ronald McDonald ZombiesThis was one hell of a dream. So it all starts somewhere in San Francisco I suppose. I'm at school, just a generic school and I start to get this premonitions of disaster about to happen. I envision a fire breaking out and people rushing to the swimming pool, but theres an oil slick over the pool, so within 5 minutes, the fire reaches across the pool. Snap back to real time, I'm in the pool with my old friend "S" and Im trying to get her out of the pool without telling her of the danger so she wouldn't freak out. All of a sudden I see fire break out across in the court yard, and we're running down the stairs of the school. I find myself in Mayor Willie Brown's office and say "omg Willie Brown! we are safe!"<br /><br />Now there are evacuation orders to head toward Golden Gate Park (just like in the 1906 earthquake fires) we're riding in my car towards the park, and we see groups and groups of bicycles pedaling like mad towards us. I shrug it off and keep going. Then little by little, I see more and more people dressed up as clowns. I shrug it off, and BAM a whole MOB of Ronald McDonald's are walking towards us! I see normal people turning into these ROnald McDonald's and they get meaner and meaner! Ronald McDonald Zombies!! then I feel in my internals the irresistable urge to turn into a RM Zombie. I'm trying to fight the urge as well as a can, and thats when I wake up. I quickly feel my head for an afro, phewf.. no afro. I drift back to sleep.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-91319063473988198552009-02-24T01:04:00.000-08:002009-09-10T01:05:07.414-07:00The BeardI had a dream where I started getting a 5 o clock shadow like 5 minutes after I shaved. It then progressed into a full blown beard. So I was standing there in the bathroom checking myself out thinkin "You One Bad Ass Muthe SHUT YO MOUF!!"<br /><br />The end. I then wake up to find that I do not have a beard.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-20573663603231248052009-01-05T00:29:00.000-08:002009-01-05T01:12:05.197-08:00Sleep Talk 09!This one happened on the awezome NYE LA trip with Gary and Andy. They both witnessed it first hand. I'm guessing I sleep talk a lot, but I only find out if there's a light sleeper present like Gary. <br /><br />Incident #1: So we all are napping in Andy's Aunt's house recovering from TAO. When I wake up Gary tells me that my phone rang when we were sleeping, and everytime it rang I went: "Huh? ...Huh?... Huh?" haha yea <br /><br />Incident #2: Same place but a couple hours later at night, I sit up and yell really loud: "That's SO ANNOYING". Gary gets awakened by this and asks if I'm alright and I respond "what did you say?".. I think this goes back and forth twice, until he realized I was still asleep. <br /><br />Oh yea, during the drive down to LA, Gary witnessed me having sleep paralysis. That foo was whispering things to me to mess with my dreams, but I was in my sleep paralysi state. I could totally hear him whispering, but I couldn't move! so I do my usual thing and start wiggling my fingers and toes to try to wake myself up. And I'm struggling to force my eyes open, and finally my arm wakes up so I use it to push my face up and I wake up. <br /><br />In Gary's point of view, he sees some freaky possessed exorcism bizniz. He sees my hands all twitching and then my eyes going into the Undertaker mode with only the whites flickering. He got a video of the end where my hand brings my head up and I wake up but man too bad he couldn't get the whole thing. crayz.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-16173600769789675262008-04-22T01:53:00.000-07:002008-04-22T01:57:28.984-07:00Featuring the Epic Tale of Angel's ImaginationSo I go to school in Boston, but it wasn't undergrad, so I'm going to assume it's Grad school or something because I felt like I was in a really mature stage in my life (well especially because I'm so far from home!) The feeling of the dream was very.. Shanghai, in that period of time that Jewels loves, like the young people could accomplish anything and it was really up to us to make a difference.I think I was pretty new to the area.. So I went out with a bunch of friends to go celebrate (which reminded me of that scene from "Lust, Caution" where the drama team goes out and celebrates after their big show in Hong Kong). Sherry and I went to a nearby Chinese tea house thing and Sherry ordered "tapioca" and it was funny because it came out in a little tea cup with like.. two balls!! Sherry and I look at each other like, "gum 小!" And the owner of the store comes out and she's like that won't do! (well in chinese of course) and she somehow poured dried up tapioca balls into this other cup which magically changed into something, it was kind of like tapioca balls.. but sorta not? And we joked with the owner like, "well what are you going to do? We're in Boston." (referring to why we can't get decent Chinese products)So I have a guy friend that's like "ching mui jok ma" (childhood friend) with me. And everyone also jokes around that we should get together, but we never told each other how we felt.And then I'm going to class and right outside my class I encounter this weird joker/bat-like person who's wearing a mask and hanging upsidedown from this lamp pole. And I remember we kinda looked each other and we had a moment together.For some reason, I started watching my dream. It even went to "commercial" or it ended or something and I called Wilson and was like, "MAN! I wonder who she ends up with?!"I think class was some kind of film class because we were learning/watching? about these period films and I remember we were watching this anime by this author who made films during a transition period. And he only made one film that really became famous but he was still important.And the next part I was going to my "film class" again but I was running late. Luckily I bumped into this girl that I knew and her friend that I didn't know, who was driving. Turns out, him and I had the same class. And I made small talk with the girl in the car. And when I got out to grab stuff from the truck the girl came back with me and for some reason she told me that the guy's parents died and he has to work really hard to take care of his little sister so he's a really responsible and caring guy. And I saw him give her a bunch of coins because apparently he's renting the car from her. And for some reason it hit me that HE WAS THE JOKER!Next part, I was in a room with my little cousin, Sky, playing with him and then lulling him to sleep. For some reason he kept growing bigger and bigger as we were in the room. He started off as a little infant and I swear he grew up to about 3 years old or the size of a 3 year old at least.Then for some reason I'm on a ship where there's some shady business happening. Some guy is filming an anime and for some reason it was really controversial. So I started hiding and stuff. And there was this one weird (weirder? :P) part where I was in this room with a "guard dog" but the thing about the dog is that he only had ONE LEG! And it wasn't like he got his other legs chopped off.. he really just had one leg! It kinda looked like.. a walking stick with a dog head? except the bottom is a paw.Somehow the little kid I was taking care of from before turned out to be a little girl and she was the daughter of guy who owned the ship, which is also the person directing the sketchy anime.At the end, I found out that the person directing the new anime.. was the guy who we learned about in "class" and the anime that he's directing? The one I was watching! So at the end I asked him, so who does she end up with? "The joker."And that's all I remember :D Little bits of even more random detail here and there.. like there was a scene where I go into a bathroom that was really oldschool and everything was segmented all weird like we were in a jail or something. And another scene where an investigator comes onto the ship with me and sees the one legged dog with me. And everything was really animated where.. we'd schooch a little bit and the dog would be peaking through clothes and furniture and follow us. The ship was really high tech and I remember one part where the ship actually split right in the middle where water can come in and people could capture sharks (and fishes) when it comes in to eat! But yeah, that's it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265494.post-1155506021812371672006-08-13T14:52:00.000-07:002006-08-13T14:53:41.826-07:00MovieToday when I woke my brother up, he immediately asked:"so what was your dream today?"<br />and i was like what?? why?<br /><br />wilton: "because when you were sleeping you yelled DAMN SHUTUP THIS IS A MOVIE!!"<br /><br />and i was flabbergastedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0