The Epic Dream Archive of One Andernina

January 18, 2011

It’s the final night of the school musical (which school, I don’t know. It looks like my old high school though, but only the stage) and I was excited and sad at the same time. As the final song ended, the “ending credits” song began, and the entire cast was thrown down this large water slide surrounded by trees and vines as they sang. 

Along the way I was thrown about with little control over where I was going, and continuously ran into this same guy who I apologized to each time. Each time we looked at each other though, there was a spark before I quickly sent myself off down the side.

After that was over I made it to the bottom and tried to wring the water out of my hair, but I was completely soaked regardless. The boy from before came over and we were quickly acquainted before he changed the mood. He believed that he had never felt so strangely about someone before, and it was just perplexing why we kept running into each other like that, as if it was fate. I quickly blew it off, saying something along the lines of “fate, staged….”

And then my mind cut to when he was resting along the side of a curve of the water slide that cut around sharply to go down the “mountain.” It showed a girl I had been upset with before under a cliff hiding with a miner’s cap, waiting for the moment until I got there, and then she pulled a string. Part of the slide broke, and I went flying into the guy.

Awkwardly lying on my back, he sat beside me but his arms were on either side, completely obvious as his eyes shut and his head wavered with dizziness. He opened his eyes and noticed me, instantly embarrassed and yet our eyes were entranced at the same time…

And then it shot back to me speaking again, to which I finished my sentence with “…sabotaged… same thing.” But he didn’t really seem to hear me. He said a few other words about how he really believed in fate and how he wanted to try to make it work as he leaned in toward me and our lips touched.

Then the scene changed to be a glowing picture of two anime characters kissing. 

Apparently everything worked out after that though, because he agreed to meet me at my house later to spend the night, and I agreed rushing off to my family. Along the way I found this girl, equally drenched as I that I recognized. We both rushed to my family as if she knew them too, and started talking about how fun and amazing the musical had been until she started spouting off how her favorite song was this one, and began to sing it. I harmonized with her, and we became instant friends, so I brought her inside to hang out.

I ended up getting something in my eye though, so I went into the bathroom to fix it with the mirror, while some weird slow song by Miley Cyrus started playing and she was pleading for this guy to return to her arms because she was really lonely.

January 13, 2012

First day of class. I walk in and it’s styled like an elementary school room with desks bunched together into little islands so I awkwardly take my seat. I notice beside me that the empty desk is preserved for my friend’s boyfriend. A little uplifted, I relax while the teacher starts making us use crayons to do math problems, and her boyfriend comes in late.

Completely different from his usual demeanor, his shoulders are slouched, pants baggy, and he tries to invent himself some swag as he walks around the room to his seat, throwing the chair out of his way and sitting before passing me some gum.

Eventually the class ended and I went to my next class where my friend herself was. She basically sat there the entire time drawing hearts all over the place, even in the air and making heart shaped bubbles. It was the most boring thing ever.

January 12, 2012

By far the most realistically convincing dream I have ever had. I woke up crying and shaking it was just so…

It started out completely normal for my dreams where my friend and her family was there to visit, and I wanted to travel with them since we were headed back to our hometown. Aside from my family in their own vehicles, I squished into a plain white business van with my friend and her family, but it only seated 5 (2 front, 3 immediate back seats and one large trunk.) They dropped me off at home in my driveway after a ride of fun and jokes, and then they left since they lived out of state.

To get an idea of the size of my driveway, it tightly parks about 4 cars wide, about 7-8 total in a bit of a \| triangle shape since it’s along a driveway. That may be completely pointless for reference, but anywho…

Left standing in the driveway, my family pulled in with their vehicles into the garage with the exception of my dad’s truck on the far long side of the driveway where we proceeded to unpack from our trip. After getting a few things in, my uncle who lives nearby walks over and starts talking to my dad about something, when suddenly, an airplane to the southwest is pointed out.

I stood in the middle of the driveway, my dad about 10 feet away from me at my 1 o’ clock. Sure enough, off to the southwest was a large plane flying over and it dropped something. Falling with no particular pattern as an aimed missile would, was a missile shaped gray metal mass. I watched in horror as he continued to fall to the ground, and everything clicked in.

It was a bomb.

I didn’t want to believe it, but of course my imagination got away with me. It fumbled about and I looked around at my family that stood and watched it curiously, and I wondered how powerful it was. If it was as powerful as I imagined, we would no doubt be dead. 

The bomb fell behind the tall tree cover of the distance, and I sharply inhaled as I waited to see if my suspicions would be confirmed. Like the historical documentaries and the Hollywood movies I’d seen, there was a far off booming noise. The trees in the distance were either moved forcefully or completely thrown from the ground. The soft wind started first, and looking down the alleyway we stood beside, a yellow haze of powerful nuclear wind came like a wave toward us.

Certain I would die, I could hardly muster out an “I love you,” at my younger brother’s face before the force of the blast hit. I watched as my brother and father were thrown over my head behind me, and I blocked it off with my arms as the debris in the air came at me and I was lifted from my feet.

My body slammed against the corner of the garage and I toppled beside it onto the rocky ground. The tears began pouring from my eyes as the fears I’ve had began to resurface. I was afraid to die. Though I believed in God, I was merely spiritual in that sense, and had no idea if heaven or God was truly going to be there. If it was, how would I know? I feared for the lack of “mental” consciousness to experience it and that my corpse would be left as a husk stuck in a black void forever while my soul fleeted about the heavens carefree. I feared never seeing my parents again and my brother and the rest of my family. I loved them so much, I couldn’t dare part with them, even for the afterlife. I was told by a more spiritual friend that God would erase our minds concerning our relations with others on earth so that we could no recognize anyone in heaven or wish to be with those we left behind on earth. I feared all of that, and wondered why I had never learned to love properly before I was taken, because that’s all I wanted. I didn’t wish for money in life, because from watching everyone around me, love was clearly the only thing being concerned about. I was afraid of leaving all of that behind and facing the fact that I was going to die.

And then, in the back of my mind, I remembered my best, closest friend telling me about an instance where lightning had struck her plane and the plane had nose dived for a few seconds. She said how she was scared and her life had literally flashed before her eyes. I awaited it, and it came.

Around me, the wind thrashed about but since I was against a building completely sore, I couldn’t move. The soreness eventually faded away and I grew warm and peaceful, yearning for sleep. I cried, both with tears and with my voice, pleading that I didn’t want to die. In response, behind my eyelids, a bright, golden light appeared and flashes of my life experiences flashed before me like a dramatic slideshow on a screen. A young me played with her Barbies. She played with her cousins. She played video games with her dad. She had her first “boyfriend.” And then flashes of faces of both my closest friends and family appeared before me, smiling and beaming down at me.

It calmed me, and I felt that although I was afraid to die, I was going to regardless of when I wished for it, and I accepted that, squeezing my eyes tight and waited for God to greet me while my suspicions became confirmed.

Then everything went black.

I opened my eyes to look up at my bedroom ceiling, the cute stuffed snowman looking down at me. I sat up as everything around me looked completely in tact despite being but miles away from a bomb…. and on the second floor.

I rushed downstairs, but we had no power. It was a hot summer day outside and my uncle was mowing his lawn. My mom was in the front yard talking to a large elderly man with glasses and balding grey hair. In the kitchen, by brother sat at the table and tied his shoes. In the back yard, was no one. It was as if my father and grandparents and everyone else was completely gone, yet everything seemed perfectly normal and structured. 

I turned to my brother and asked where everyone was. He replied, telling me our grandparents were shopping and our dad was at work. I gave him a weird look and asked if everything had been a dream.

“What are you talking about?” He asked me.

“The bomb.”

“Oh, the bomb! Yeah, that really happened.” He replied.

I turned and collapsed on the couch, crying, glad that I had made it. And then, I awoke from the dream. 

January 4, 2012

In his room, I’m consulting this guy about his troubles in life. He talks about how he has had eyes for this girl for quite some time, but no matter what he does, he can’t seem to gather the courage to tell her and she doesn’t really seem to notice any of his far subtle advances.

Comforting him in simply saying that he should try harder, and tell her, and if she doesn’t get it or anything by then, then she isn’t worth it. I was rather peeved inside though, wondering what type of girl he would like since I found him cute. To that, he simply replied, “No, she’s definitely worth it.”

Leaving his room, we head out to a nearby room where my friend and her boyfriend are having a party with his friends. Everyone is gathered around a table as two guys play some beer pong, and the guy from before stands off to the side while I laugh and talk to my friend and a few of the nearby nicer guys that I recently met.

However, a smile in any of the guys’ directions sent the previous guy into a fit of rage. He shouted something about having enough and stomped off to slam himself away in his room. Concerned, I hand my things off to my friend and tell everyone that I’ll simply take care of it, so I head over to his door, softly knocking before walking in and shutting the door behind me.

I asked him if he was okay, to which he began shouting at me with the most heartbroken face:

“IT’S YOU. IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. ALWAYS. I’VE ALWAYS….”

I could only mutter a “what?”

“IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. YOU’RE THE GIRL I’M IN LOVE WITH. I LOVE YOU.”

Completely overthrown by him, I couldn’t help myself. I just felt so horrible for not noticing, yet so relieved that he liked me. On top of it all, the heartbroken expression on his face tore me apart and I rushed to him in a hug.

Then he went on softly about how he hated how I looked at the other guys and how stupid he was for not saying anything sooner. 

….((That is the corniest thing. Ever. I am so sorry you had to read that)) 

December 20, 2011

Wearing a short purple dress, I run around looking for my shoes and what dress for the day in my apartment. Among those helping me is my best friend who for most of the dream is off taking a shower, and my two honorary gay friends (who ironically for this situation are not… campy in the least). 

After tearing the entire place apart, we find a nice white dress, and I realize that the entire looking around for this dress was because it was my wedding! So I switch over into the white dress and decide the purple one is for the reception. However I have a bit of a wardrobe malfunction in the bra department, stumbling around and stumble into the downstairs wedding of another couple, landing in a compromising position with their cake.

I clean up and walk in as the bridesmaid to another wedding, and with the arrangement, the wedding party stood on a set of stairs, and then the main event was at the bottom of the stairs in front of everyone.

In front of me was this really slutty girl who kept fighting with one of the groomsmen. I whispered and told her to stop, but she yelled at me and kept fighting with him, so I but her in the shoulder hard enough to taste blood and then I punched her in the face.

December 13, 2011

During the summers when I don’t have class I work at the local water park, but during this dream, they also opened during the winter so I decided to bring my friends and family in for free. We parked in the lot and headed into the park, checking out all of their new decorations. Everyone split up and left me with my friends, who all left with the exception of my best friend with her boyfriend and then Artie from GLEE who was apparently my token dreamworld boyfriend.

He was in and out of a wheelchair throughout the dream. Mostly out.

My friend and her boyfriend decided to hang out at this one place and eat, and I had forgotten something in the car so walking!Artie and I decided to head out together to the car hand-in-hand to pick up whatever item it was. While there, I pulled the car up closer so we didn’t have as far of a distance to walk anymore.

We sat in the car a moment, taking in the heat it gave off. It was then that Artie started talking very deeply about different things going on between us. He had said that he admired the friendship we were able to maintain throughout the course of a romantic relationship. 

As we left the car, he continued, saying how he never thought that he would have managed to find something that he cherished so much in his life because of everything he had to deal with involving his paralysis. We met behind the parked car with him in his wheelchair again. He said that he appreciated everything I did for him and how I loved him despite his faults and wished there was some way to make it up to me.

I bent down to his level, leaning on the armrest to his wheel chair and pecking a piss on his cheek.  He grabbed onto my hand and held it tightly. I asked him if everything was okay. He nodded, looking up to give a chaste kiss before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little velvet box complete with a ribbon and bow.

I remember saying his name, looking at the box as he brushed off the snow that had fallen on it with his gloves, then slipped off his gloves one at a time to reach and open the box. Inside was a beautiful pair of earrings sitting above a simple diamond ring.

I was trying to maneuver from my phone but failed, clearly since it was intended for my main vlog and I only check this one when I have a new dream or I’m really bored. Lost a couple of followers since I last checked in here… Honestly, I’m surprised I have followers at all. <3

And I haven’t really had any dreams that I’ve remembered for a while. There was a vague wedding one last week but I didn’t remember enough details to write it out. Ah well. 

Thanks for following and apologies for the spam again!

November 12, 2011

There were explosions everywhere. The setting was rather Medieval looking and I was running for my life with a bunch of random people so as not to be killed by the giant flaming boulders pelting out of the sky toward our faces. We’d be fine, getting to each safe house check point by check point, fighting when we needed to for any little gnomes or trolls trying to sneak their way in behind us… but we had one guy, Ivan, who would constantly lag behind playing hero and killing off anything within ten feet of him. It pissed everyone else off because they just wanted to run and hide, but I suppose they couldn’t unless he got rid of whatever was following us…

Eventually everything was safe-ish again and it was Thanksgiving. I was inside with the group, my mom finally finished preparations and set it up for everyone to start eating. However, Ivan was still outside. They asked me to go fetch him so he could eat.

Heading out, the sky was a firey red from the blazing fires all around, and there was Ivan, standing there and staring at it all, a mace in his hand while his latest victim lay tangled up at his feet.

I called his name and he looked over his shoulder at me. He was a large man, somewhere in his twenties with curly hair and broad shoulders. He smirked, turning away as a small flaming rock pelted down where he just stood.

“Ivan, stop playing around out here and come inside. The food is ready.” I had called out to him but he simply cocked an eyebrow at me a moment before turning away, shaking his head and softly chuckling in amusement, dodging small rocks.

“And what if I don’t?” He asked.

“Then you won’t get anything out of it.” I said with a smirk.

My words had stopped him, already a good twenty feet away from me as he turned and looked at me again. With a swift swing of his mace, he sent a larger rock crumbling into smaller ones all around him. He looked at me, then turned his eyes to the doorway and started walking toward it. When he reached my side, I turned and walked alongside him, heading for the door.

Just feet from the door, he grabbed my hand, refusing to look at me and for whatever reason, I gave his hand a reassuring grip. He paused, looking down at our hands a moment before lifting his eyes to the door again, gripping it tightly and ushering me inside to the people that were there. As he let me in, he bent down to whisper in my ear.

“Eat quickly so we can continue where we left off.” He said, and let go of my hand, heading over to get a plate. I followed around the other side of the table to get a plate from my mom, gathering my food together and eating quickly.

Putting the dirty plate where it needed to go, I went into another room of the safe house— now turned into my house where Ivan already sat, staring at the television while he sat on the couch. I took a seat beside him, my younger brother on the other side of him on the couch. Ivan reached over and grabbed my hand tightly.

October 27, 2011

I’m sitting at my computer talking to my cousin Amy about school and all of that since she’s older than me, when I have the idea that I want to take a road trip east somewhere but I have no one to go with, so she agrees to go with me. So we get my mom’s van ready, my mom gets in, my cousin gets in with her two kids and we set off over the twisty turny back roads of mountains and flying over cliffs to more road and then eventually stop in this town for the night.

I get out my laptop and start speaking with my best friend over IM, telling her about how cool the trip was and how I wanted to go again. However, there was this guy there that I had my eyes set on (who ended up being a guy I shared quite a few of my classes with). My friend, who has been in a happy relationship for over two years now, and has also been in two other long relationships (far longer than any of mine) becomes my go-to person for relationship advice.

Her current advice is to take these items I collect like a video game and then apply it to him. I need 5 of these “Attract” serums that he needs to absorb. I was not to use a love potion (which I had for some reason) because that would be far too obvious and unnatural. I was also not supposed to use this other item, but that would basically not work at all so there was no point in having it to begin with.

So, I set out the following day. While my family went to finish eating, I stood outside by a heavily fenced off cliff side and admired the view. While I was there, he came over and started talking to me about my family and if we were going to be staying in town long. I told him I was thinking of settling down here since I was too restricted in my hometown, but I just needed the extra leverage to stay. He nodded, and while he looked off at the scenery with me, I tossed over the “Attract” my friend had given me as a starter. Sure enough, above him showed a bar with 5 boxes, one of them actually held the attract already, so the second one took what I had given him.

Later on, I had watched as this small animal went to run across the road, but died (thankfully my subconscious saved myself from looking at gruesome roadkill) so I quickly rushed over and grabbed its attract. As soon as I did, I quickly turned and tossed it at the guy, and sure enough is bar grew to three.

Inside, I was at this small, quiet gathering of friends, and he was there too. Getting up, I left the room a moment to let my best friend (who wasn’t there, I was IMing her) know how well the plan was going. I had built up his bar to three. She cheered me on, and gave me another attract, telling me that his attract bar will sense the fourth one nearby, and he may start acting upon his feelings now.

Heading back into the room with everyone, I found everyone sitting at talking, except he was lying on his stomach out where I had been sitting, and was playing a game on his DS. I went stood in front of him, hands on my hips and smirked on him, teasing him that he was in my seat, but there was room so I might as well sit there anyway.

And I did. I took a seat next to his stomach, looking over at the game he was playing. I started teasing him that his character was going to die, and he teased me back, the two of us laughing. Then, in the moment that we were both just silent he moved closer until he was touching me. I watched his face turn red, so I leaned over on him, my arm over his back with my hand on his shoulder. I rested my hand on my hand, and used my other hand to reach out and point at the screen, pointing out something he needed to progress. Then I tossed him the “Attract.”

After telling April about what a success the fourth Attract had been, she told me that she sadly didn’t have anymore to give me, so I went out and searched. He found me sure enough, and we were walking together and talking, but I didn’t let on that I was searching for something until we came across a car accident.

Rushing over, there was an older couple inside, bleeding from their foreheads. Thankfully, they had their windows down, so I quickly unlocked the doors and with the guy’s help, we forced the door open and pulled the old couple out just in time before the car burst into flames. While the old couple was safe, the tree they had crashed into had been broken, and left an Attract behind, so I gathered it quickly before he could notice, and then tossed it in his direction. Thankfully, he didn’t notice, and his bar had been filled to 5.

Then The rest of the dream was calm, he appeared everywhere I went, and I just went about my life flirting with him a little and waiting for him to ask me out.

…but then I woke up and all of my efforts were for nothing. :(

I figured that in the event of Halloween coming up soon I would share some bad dreams/nightmares from my childhood that I remember. Some I don’t remember much of, the rest are just really short so they’re not really worth an individual post.

Happy Dreaming! :D /Corny

Also, you’ll notice a trend in me being eaten in these… I have no idea why.

Riptar’s Revenge

It was nearing Christmas. I was around 4-5 years old since I still wore footie pajamas, and it was the dark of the night in my house. Fearing the horrors of whatever was causing the dark mist coming out from under my bed, I booked it down the hall to my parents’ bedroom. They weren’t there. Their dimming lights were on though, giving enough light to see, so I started to make my way over to their bed.

Something pulled me back, however, and I fell back onto my butt. Then that’s when the noises started. The sound of one of those mechanically wound up toys moving. Sure enough, a Riptar toy ventured out from under their bed and toward me, roaring and puffing out fire. Petrified of a toy moving on its own, I crawled away from it as much as the dream willed me to, and it followed.

Eventually I was cornered against the wall, no escape. I cried for my parents but only heard their laughter from the kitchen as the Riptar toy drew closer… and closer, until its jaw opened up wide and ate me whole.

Sleepy Hollow

One of the first dreams I could ever remember having was this one. I was in the back of a limo, around 3 years old. Sitting beside me was Ichabod Crane, the animated version from those old VHS Disney specials. I was happy to be there, and wanted to show him my house, but he seemed upset. Suddenly, we drove through my garage and into my back yard.

Ichabod told me to get out, so I did, and surveyed the scene. My entire yard was being rampaged by very large grizzly bears. My family had already escaped, but the bears were now turning on us. Following Ichabod’s lead, I turned beside me and started climbing my swingset: a simple set with two swings and a slide. However, I kept sliding.

Turning to look at the other side of the swing set was Ichabod, already on the ground and being eaten by the bear in the back. Desperate to escape the same fate I climbed harder, but still slid down, and felt the warmth of what was meant to be blood, and the feeling of someone sliding their fingers down my back as the bear dug at me with his claws.

UFOs are Not very Nice.

It’s dark, and I’m walking around the streets by my house with my dad and I notice the streets are wet from a fresh rain. We’re at the end of the alleyway, my garage at the head of it, when we see a light. Examining it further, several mini UFOs about the size of frizbees appear, and my dad fights them off. Then a large one about the size of a car appears and begins shooting lasers, so my dad leaves me and bolts it while I try to run after him and away from the laser shooting UFO.

I Was a rather… sensitive child

I had made my mother promise that whenever she went to leave to go to the store, she would let me know so I could go with her. Now I had never been in a public bus before in my life. We always drove in the family van to the store. So when a public bus started driving by our house, I grabbed my things and raced after it, but my mom leaped inside and left me behind so I started crying.

 Field Trip

I was traveling about inside this zoo for no particular reason, when I came across my old Kindergarten teacher. At this point I was about 7-8, maybe 9 years old. My old Kindergarten teacher was there with her new class, and pointed out that I was once her student. She then asked if I would like to tag along. I agreed, but the only issue was that we were separated by an alligator pond, and they were hungry. I believed that if I jumped across on the lily pads, I’d be able to make it just fine. After about the third, I fell face first into the water, and the Alligators ate me.

Premonition

I had been roller skating around the docks of what was meant to be the area of town next to the canal by my house. It looked nothing like it. While there, I came across my uncle who works as a private business Dish Network/ DirecTV salesman in our city.

He mentioned he was going to go inside the house he was parked in front of to do a house call, when I noticed something. When I had this dream, I was 13-14. I had had plenty of nightmares or bad dreams by now to know the signs my subconscious gives off when something bad is about to happen to make the dream turn awry. I decided to intervene.

“Don’t go in there. Something bad is going to happen if you do.” I ordered. He looked at my foolishly, like what could a 13 year old girl be telling me about bad things happening? She doesn’t know a thing. But I made him promise not to go in. Heading back into his truck to leave, the feeling of the upcoming nightmare didn’t leave, so I turned around and bolted back to the docks.

At the docks, the boardwalk curved into an upside down L shape, and along the turn was a set of mini food kiosks, one consisted of a mascot of a giant hot dog. Rolling over on my roller skates I caught up with a friend of mine, when the giant hot dog decided that it would be fun to chase me around and threatening to kill me with a butcher knife for the rest of the dream.

// These are just a few, but I thought you guys might enjoy what a ridiculously… messed up head I have. These dreams have been with me right from the beginning, and this is only part of them..