The Epic Dream Archive of One Andernina
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.
October 19, 2011
My house was reverted back to how it was when I was little (bedroom wise, we did a lot of renovating). And there was a little girl playing dress up by the door. She had long, blonde hair and wore a witches hat.
At first I could only think “Why is this little kid in my room?” So I walked out of my room to ask my parents about it, and the little girl followed.
“There’s my grandbaby!” My mom cooed, and the little girl ran over.
Needless to say, I was surprised. I walked over as my mom coddled the girl, smothering her giggles with kisses when my dad walked in.
“Kylee! Kylee!” He called, and chased her around the table until she hid behind me.
Oct 13, 2011
Last night before bed, my friend had told me that she had tried out Hookah since there was no nicotine in it, and then…
I was riding on a bus to some unknown location with another friend of mine, and when we arrived, we began walking along this red cobblestone pathway that was inside a large building. She began telling me how she had tried something out that her fiance’s parents had introduced, which was growing their own marijuana. So she tried, and then would smoke it that night.
Not very supportive of it, but still supportive of her, I thought it would be a convenient time to bring up the fact that the friend from before had tried Hookah. However, by the time we got to our destination, her fiance had showed up and I decided not to bring the other friend up because she had… poor relations with the fiance. Plus, it was his birthday.
So, after wishing him a happy birthday I turned around from the little tables of the coffee shop we were in to discover we were in a clothing store, so I decided to leave and try to find a new bag.
October 2, 2011
A very short and boring night.
I decide that it’s time to move out and find myself a place to live. It has been an issue bothering me for quite some time since I’m out of high school, but I’m in my second year of college so it doesn’t matter too much if I stay or go, but I choose to leave nonetheless.
On my search for an apartment, I find a single-floor one in a large building that has the exact same layout as my current house. The only differences are that the walls are solidly painted and not the paneling my family has, and the appliances/heating system is more up to date. Enjoying the taste of home, I take it.
I decide to make dinner one night with the guy I live with now, who is for some reason Gibby from iCarly (I need to stop being in the room when my younger brother watches it; it’s invading my dreams oh God). However, he’s running late from work so I decide not to make dinner but personalize the apartment with stylish design and decorations.
(This is probably an effect of watching home improvement shows all day Saturday…)
July 5, 2011
I’m called into Jury Duty. I spend the entire time ignoring the case, and instead talking to my family who is in the jury with me. We talk about random things like how I don’t like spaghetti, and how my cousin couldn’t do jury duty because she was a nervous wreck so they let her go.
Eventually we’re put on break, and the table in the “break room” is actually the table from Alice in Wonderland for tea time.
June 28, 2011
This guy needed help to make it big in Hollywood, and of course the only way to make it big in Hollywood is to be a complete slut, or in his case: MAN SLUT.
We staged a fake sex session, and then he left, obviously becoming super famous thanks to me!
The entire time I can only think about how cool it would be to tell my best friend through IM that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but she ignored me for being a whore.
Date: June 13, 2011
I perform by singing on a stage.
I go backstage after a performance to find Severus Snape. Alarmed, I send a spell toward him but he counters it and I fail. I vow to defeat him after one of my performances, and he agrees to the challenge. I go out to perform again, but I’m made fun of, so to prove them wrong I put on a spectacular dancing show as well, using the curtain and gliding along the stage, floating in the air and twirling about. I’m a hit.
I go backstage again to find Snape. My spell fails again, immediately and quite easily conquered so I give up, running off and collapsing onto the floor of the backstage area. Snape overs above me with a grin, then pecks a kiss on my forehead and leaves. I’m completely creeped out and above all, confused.
Date: June 12, 2011
I don’t feel well so I go into the public bathroom, finding a stall and sitting on the floor. Another girl comes in and does the same thing, only pulls down her underwear and does the same thing: sit on the floor. Other people see it and do it too until it becomes a very ridiculous trend.
Eventually it gets so out of hand that everyone int he bathroom is told to leave the bathroom, so I bring my things to the library of my old high school. I go in, choosing a couch to sit in and read, when this guy comes over and prevents to count available seats for him and his friends.
The guy ends up sitting close beside me, then starts talking to me about how he has a band and he plays drums and sings, and boils it down to him wondering if I would be willing to check out his video.
I agree to it so he switches sides, still remaining really close as he plays the video on his phone. He’s not bad, so I compliment him. The video ends up being really long and making me bored and tired, so I rest my head on his shoulder.
Something happens, changing things up so that I end up with this other guy in his band for a boyfriend, and he puts his arms around me and we kiss. It’s then that I realize he’s this really cool guy that I can be with and be happy, but I also take note that he’s got the guy from the library, so it bothers me and I can’t be fully happy without properly organizing my feelings.
May 2, 2011
I need to make a side note on this dream: W.T.F. That is all.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table when suddenly the newsman starts freaking out. He states that the end of the world is near, so all virgins better lose their virginity while they can. Well, I did what anyone else in my situation would have done: I put up posters!!
I advertised that I’d be willing to pay people to lose my virginity, but no one calls so I’m in a dark warehouse crying. My old lab partner, Abey comes along, and he tells me he’d be willing to help me on my quest. We knew each other, so he figures it would be more enjoyable. I agree happily, but then he has a condition. He says that some friends of his (girls) want to come watch because they’re not willing to lose their virginity until they see how painful it is first. I agree to it and he leaves.
I start walking around my college campus with a friend of mine until we get inside and she tells me that the whole school found out about my conquest and since none of them are virgins (big party school so highly likely) they’re taking bets to see if I would wuss out or make him get stuck.
Oh friends. :/
