June 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
I had this dream earlier this week while napping. But it was basically a typical House episode, with me sitting in his brain watching.
For some strange reason, House’s apartment blew up in flames the last episode. So, we are now staying at the private investigators apartment. Now, for some reason the apartment had an office space connected to it and it was vacated by an optometrist. Patients would come and go, then THE patient came. It was a normal check up, but then he returns (after initially leaving the check up) screaming he’s blind and doesn’t know what’s going on. Now, Dr. House is thinking he doesn’t really care about this patient and he doesn’t want to meddle because he knew what the problem was! He knew the optometrist was EVIL and did something to the patient to mess with his eyes. Then for an even stranger reason, House couldn’t pee or see. Very strange indeed. But because House has an ego the size of a football field, he goes on pretending he has none of these problems. He was pretty good actually. Since he memorized the layout of the place, all he needed to do was use his cane to whack things out of his way. I was complaining about how the view was really blurry. Now there was an episode where he couldn’t pee and he tried to shove a tube up his penis, so he tried that this time. Then the optometrist and the private investigator rudely interrupts because the one thing House couldn’t find while blind (a.k.a he forgot) was to lock the door. Anyway, so now he is pissed so he yells and shouts and tells the optometrist that it was his fault that people are going blind and Dr. House is going to fix it just because he’s pissed.
June 19, 2011 § 1 Comment
There I was at the local mall’s bus terminal (it looked much like the bus terminals in Toronto.) I was waiting for a bus to arrive that would take me back to my apartment. I decided I wanted to take a different route, so I hoped on the 9 bus. Normally the 9 bus does go to my apartment, but in the context of my dream, it went straight down the main street. It was just me and the bus driver. The bus driver was a blonde young man who had a strange realistic resemblance to Arthur Kirkland (England in Hetalia). More people got on eventually, in particular this old Asian lady with a bag of groceries on wheels. I vaguely remember having a conversation with him about directions. Being distracted, I ended up missing my stop. So I get off just before the intersection with the Mcdonalds. The sky was pitch black and it was pouring rain. I then proceeded to walk to my apartment.
June 19, 2011 § Leave a comment
So things happened in the dream I had last night.
Something like “Beast Wars” where a something would transfer its soul into these wolf looking mecha. Then play chase with giant cats. All in my room which wasn’t really my room: it was similar to my friends room’s floorplan but without the walls, so there were two bedrooms. The door frames were still there though. A group of people who were familiar to me but for some reason became friends with my other friend (they are not usually friends in real life) were there waiting for us to go to a birthday party cause they needed the car.
I am walking down the road in heels because the people in the other room ditched. The street looks very familiar to Nimbasa City in Pokemon with all the attracts. I climb up the stairs to a building and go in. It was like a hotel lobby with a prison cell entrance at the bottom floor. So you could see criminals and coffins get sent in through the door.
After I chilled in the lobby, I go back out and see a mountain. Apparently I am supposed to climb this mountain to get to this birthday party that was mentioned before. This time I am joined by two more friends and we go up the hill. At some point, we end up at a beach. My other friend now dressed in a scuba suit with a fishing rod says “Adios!” and dives off into the ocean to go fishing. “I wonder if he’s coming back.” Continuing along the beach, we show up at this busker festival. Cards are flying everywhere as we play a very strange game of 52 pick up and poker at the same time. The cards apparently tells my future. I learned that from the gypsies who laughed: “You don’t have a heart and yet you still hear it beating? ahaha” Ouch, that hurt!
May 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
I had this dream on the weekend, so a bit late.
Harry Potter was having an identity crisis, and thought he was Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town. He wanted to evolve this generation V fish pokemon (this) into another generation V pokemon eel thing (this). But he’s a wizard, not a pokemon trainer, so he sucks and somehow it evolved into a metapod. Then there was a pokemon battle, and Harry wanted to use his metapod because he was delusioned to think it knew tackle. So metapod’s skin tore open and exploded and died.
Suddenly we were trampled and carried by crowd in black jerseys. Apparently, we were now at this stadium for a wizard’s volleyball game and Harry is no longer confused (and stops hurting himself?) We meet up with Ron at the bleechers, and we sit and watch all huddled in a black fleece blanket. The black team scored.
I woke up on a bench parked between two bookshelves, with the wall behind me. Apparently, I was at a funeral home because Ron’s grandmother had passed away. Ron decided he wanted to talk and tell us his family story while driving around town. Harry agreed to drive. Once driving, Ron began to point out all the neighbourhoods his family lived in. I commented on how tacky the houses were. They reminded me of my grandfather’s old house and my mother’s friend’s house, but vibrantly coloured.
We then met up with Hermione for lunch. It seemed like a cafeteria, but it could have been a diner. I don’t really recall much other than she did something really cool and then said “I’m a witch and a bitch deal with it.”
The four of us wanted to stalk someone. So we pulled out the invisibility cloak and threw it around us. But instead of seeing through it, everything became dark.
In the pitch dark, I could feel myself leaning against something. There was a slight huddled feeling to it, so I opened my eyes. I found myself in my apartment sitting on my couch with the black fleece blanket wrapped around me, my cat on my lap, and someone beside me. I turned my head to see who it was and then the lights turned off.
Then I woke up for real.
April 5, 2011 § Leave a comment
Was shopping with Yamapi until my roommate rudely woke me up. Enough said.
April 3, 2011 § Leave a comment
I was in high school again. Got the whole green uniform on: kilt, knee socks, some form of a black shoe, golf shirt…The were gonna pull off the grad prank. Everyone was in the common room, which transformed into a much more lavishing chamber with tall cielings, marble flowing. We were suiting ourselves up with helium balloons, so much that we were starting to float. So the parade started off with a traditional Chinese New Years lion dance, everyone followed behind.
Scene changes and I’m in the library with four friends. Faceless jerk comes along and sits with us. I say jerk because I was kind of pissed and hateful as soon as this person got there. So I leave the library in a screaming fit. Two girls wave at me before they head to this pool party, and then I run down the stairs that were made to trip you. I somehow managed to find the balloon parade and I ninja my way through to my locker.
March 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
I am being chased by a creeper, so I dash into Sears/The Bay. The clerk directs me to a secret lounge area that I can access. I go in and there I meat a faceless upper classmen of some kind who gives me the code to enter the Pokemon Champion Lounge. It was divided into two segments: the tiny board room with a microwave and mini fridge section and a game area equiped with an HDTV, couch, and game consoles.