I can haz dream alalysis plz?
Ok, so last night I had a very . . . vivid dream. One that actually had a sort of plot to it, rather than flashes of crazy and such. I'm kind of wondering why I had it and what it could mean, so any input would be nice!
I think it started (hard to pin down) with me in Champaign with my family. Well, maybe more on the Urbana side-- those of you that know the are might recognize it-- it's that spot right off of Kirby (after it becomes Florida) where there's this HUGE lawn in front of a mansion-like building-- I think it belongs to the U of I. We were in the lawn area. I remember that even while I was there I wasn't really paying attention-- I wasn instead composing an idea in my head for a retrospective look at "Mary Poppins" (!!!?), mostly concerning the relationship between Mary and Bert (OTP!!!).
Then this song came on the radio (at this point, I had climbed into my Mom's truck), one I've never actually heard, but it was one I recognized as being a popular song at the time. Then I started listening to the lyrics (which can be an eye-opening experience, let me tell you!) and started crying uncontrollably. My Mom patted me on the shoulder comfortingly saying something to the effect of "I knew that one would make you cry." because in the song, the (female) singer was relating a tale about her childhood dog (WHO DIED, LIKE THEY ALWAYS SEEM TO IN ANY NOSTALGIC THING!!!)
Then, with little to no fanfare, I was in a car with cranberrysheep . We were driving down to Eastern IL University (where I went to school and, for some reason Daron YOU were attending!?!?) Apparantly to ratify my English degree, I had to go and meet with one of my old teachers and have an exit interview.
(For those of you who don't know, I have an English degree, no bells or whistles? Why? I dropped out of student teaching after I hadn't slept for three days straight due to the massive amount of work involved. I just took my credits and ran. I was a pretty traumatic thing-- more on that later, this thing has a plot!!)
So, after parking and crossing the main road into campus (Eastern is plotted like a big rectangle, with town all around it and the University just kind of THERE), Daron and I parted ways as she hurried off to class, busy and occupied. I kind of meandered my way through campus, the way you do after you graduate. I was dressed really casual, in jeans and a gaming shirt with my trademark hat. I noted the improvements (there was now a mono-rail style shuttle that packed people in like a rollercoaster, I kid you not-- they jammed them in with shoulderbars and everything!) as well as a big building that I recognized as the new English/teaching/film (!?) facility.
Those of you who have been to Eastern, it was actually located in that empty quad directly south of the library, near where the REAL English building is IRL.
You know what's creepy? This isn't the first dream that I've gone there! I distinctly remember one other dream where I went to this new and forbidding building because I was still in school and had to find a class!
Anyway, I headed in by the west door and was immediately confronted by a huge carpeted staircase to my left with several doors opening into what turned out to be a huge theater-like classroom, which was currently showing a film about Aretha Franklin, where all her lyrics had been replaced with Eubonics! I remember students cheering, and one Asian professor yelling at them angrily every time they cheered!
Well, I reached the top and realized it didn't open to the rest of the building from up there (pity, I thought, I needed to get to the third floor) On my way down, I ran into a professor who recognized me (I had NO idea who he was) and greeted me enthusastically. We made erroneous chit-chat for awhile, then I excused myself and headed north into the building proper. I climbed one set of stairs and reached a very messy set of offices, where there was miscellaneous junk everywhere, crowded desks, and many middle-aged female teachers gossiping. I set off to look for the stairs to the third floor. I found them, alright-- a set of stairs that stuck two inches ouf of the wall and led up to the third floor. I started to climb, thought "This is retarded" and grabbed the attention of the nearest group of gossipy ladies.
"Isn't there any rational way up to the next floor?" I asked.
"Oh, the third floor?" one looked surprised. "Wow, not that I know of. Hardly anyone goes up there."
"Well, I'm looking for Mrs. Plainflow for my exit interview" (I have NEVER had a teacher/advisor/etc by this name, BTW)
"Um, you could try the elevator, but it's full of junk . . ." she trailed off, and I looked, finding it to be true. It had all these oversized building blooks (plastic and colorful) as well as some hats and junk.
"Good, you're here for your interview," suddenly the mysterious Mr.s Plainflow appeared. She was short and dumpy, and while I've NEVER had this person for a teacher, I could see her being an amalgamation of MANY teachers I've had over time. You know, the harsh, disapproving ones. Looks-wise, she seemed to correspond most with Mrs. Legge from my freshman high school English class, but you know how dreams are-- nothing is precise.
Anyway, we walked into a mostly empty office and sat down. "So," she starts, "this is where you ended up."
I lounged in my chair, acting more casual than I really felt. "Yeah, things have gone on--"
We were suddenly interrupted by a few students. "How do we get out of here?" they asked.
"Just go down the stairs, to the right, to the left, and down," I replied.
They looked horribly confused, ran into each other a few times, and left.
"Meh," I shrugged, "that's why I would have been a horrible teacher."
Mrs. Plainflow gathered up her papers and stood up, heading to another room. "I am SO glad we pulled you from the program." she said, as I followed her.
"I thank God every day that you did," I said, nonchalantly. (This is a bit silly-- I dropped of my own volition, although I won't say they didn't pressure me to do it a wee bit).
"You know, you only acted stupid-- Carson really WAS stupid." she said, finding a new desk to sit at.
"Really?" I was intrigued. Carson was my uncle-- as far as I know he never went to Eastern-- and my mother's brother. He was a boorish, spoiled brat favored by his mother until he passed on a few years back, and to me this was almost a compliment.
"Yes," Mrs. Plainflow was getting testy.
"Look, the whole thing's irrelevant," I shrugged. "I''m managing my own Gamestop now."
"Uh-huh," Unimpressed.
"My store made $1.9 million dollars last year-- we're the second biggest store in the district, rapidly closing on first!"
"Uh-huh," with a tone that clearly said "Not important at all."
This was really starting to piss me off, and-- just that fast-- we were both sitting in a car, me in the passenger side (grr).
"Look, I'm with people that are fun and care about me now--" as just as I said it, my 3rd key Ashley appeared at my open window.
"Hey, aren't you guys done yet-- if we don't hurry, they're gonna close the pool!"
"I'll just be a few more minutes-- then we'll head over to Wal-Mart and buy some swimsuits and then we can hit the pool, ok?"
Of course, I have no idea why Daron wasn't there-- maybe too busy with classes?
Anyway, Ashley left and I started to wonder what time it actually was. The dash clock said something like 10:17, so I asked Mrs. Plainflow what the time was. She fumbled around with her watch which read 7:00 and, faced with this conflicting information, I pulled out my cell phone for the correct time. I had to cycle through a few "missed call" windows, then the time popped up as 8:39 . . .and then, without fanfare, I woke up.
Amy thoughts, guys? Put on your dream-interpreting caps and help me out here!!
--Senmurv
I think it started (hard to pin down) with me in Champaign with my family. Well, maybe more on the Urbana side-- those of you that know the are might recognize it-- it's that spot right off of Kirby (after it becomes Florida) where there's this HUGE lawn in front of a mansion-like building-- I think it belongs to the U of I. We were in the lawn area. I remember that even while I was there I wasn't really paying attention-- I wasn instead composing an idea in my head for a retrospective look at "Mary Poppins" (!!!?), mostly concerning the relationship between Mary and Bert (OTP!!!).
Then this song came on the radio (at this point, I had climbed into my Mom's truck), one I've never actually heard, but it was one I recognized as being a popular song at the time. Then I started listening to the lyrics (which can be an eye-opening experience, let me tell you!) and started crying uncontrollably. My Mom patted me on the shoulder comfortingly saying something to the effect of "I knew that one would make you cry." because in the song, the (female) singer was relating a tale about her childhood dog (WHO DIED, LIKE THEY ALWAYS SEEM TO IN ANY NOSTALGIC THING!!!)
Then, with little to no fanfare, I was in a car with cranberrysheep . We were driving down to Eastern IL University (where I went to school and, for some reason Daron YOU were attending!?!?) Apparantly to ratify my English degree, I had to go and meet with one of my old teachers and have an exit interview.
(For those of you who don't know, I have an English degree, no bells or whistles? Why? I dropped out of student teaching after I hadn't slept for three days straight due to the massive amount of work involved. I just took my credits and ran. I was a pretty traumatic thing-- more on that later, this thing has a plot!!)
So, after parking and crossing the main road into campus (Eastern is plotted like a big rectangle, with town all around it and the University just kind of THERE), Daron and I parted ways as she hurried off to class, busy and occupied. I kind of meandered my way through campus, the way you do after you graduate. I was dressed really casual, in jeans and a gaming shirt with my trademark hat. I noted the improvements (there was now a mono-rail style shuttle that packed people in like a rollercoaster, I kid you not-- they jammed them in with shoulderbars and everything!) as well as a big building that I recognized as the new English/teaching/film (!?) facility.
Those of you who have been to Eastern, it was actually located in that empty quad directly south of the library, near where the REAL English building is IRL.
You know what's creepy? This isn't the first dream that I've gone there! I distinctly remember one other dream where I went to this new and forbidding building because I was still in school and had to find a class!
Anyway, I headed in by the west door and was immediately confronted by a huge carpeted staircase to my left with several doors opening into what turned out to be a huge theater-like classroom, which was currently showing a film about Aretha Franklin, where all her lyrics had been replaced with Eubonics! I remember students cheering, and one Asian professor yelling at them angrily every time they cheered!
Well, I reached the top and realized it didn't open to the rest of the building from up there (pity, I thought, I needed to get to the third floor) On my way down, I ran into a professor who recognized me (I had NO idea who he was) and greeted me enthusastically. We made erroneous chit-chat for awhile, then I excused myself and headed north into the building proper. I climbed one set of stairs and reached a very messy set of offices, where there was miscellaneous junk everywhere, crowded desks, and many middle-aged female teachers gossiping. I set off to look for the stairs to the third floor. I found them, alright-- a set of stairs that stuck two inches ouf of the wall and led up to the third floor. I started to climb, thought "This is retarded" and grabbed the attention of the nearest group of gossipy ladies.
"Isn't there any rational way up to the next floor?" I asked.
"Oh, the third floor?" one looked surprised. "Wow, not that I know of. Hardly anyone goes up there."
"Well, I'm looking for Mrs. Plainflow for my exit interview" (I have NEVER had a teacher/advisor/etc by this name, BTW)
"Um, you could try the elevator, but it's full of junk . . ." she trailed off, and I looked, finding it to be true. It had all these oversized building blooks (plastic and colorful) as well as some hats and junk.
"Good, you're here for your interview," suddenly the mysterious Mr.s Plainflow appeared. She was short and dumpy, and while I've NEVER had this person for a teacher, I could see her being an amalgamation of MANY teachers I've had over time. You know, the harsh, disapproving ones. Looks-wise, she seemed to correspond most with Mrs. Legge from my freshman high school English class, but you know how dreams are-- nothing is precise.
Anyway, we walked into a mostly empty office and sat down. "So," she starts, "this is where you ended up."
I lounged in my chair, acting more casual than I really felt. "Yeah, things have gone on--"
We were suddenly interrupted by a few students. "How do we get out of here?" they asked.
"Just go down the stairs, to the right, to the left, and down," I replied.
They looked horribly confused, ran into each other a few times, and left.
"Meh," I shrugged, "that's why I would have been a horrible teacher."
Mrs. Plainflow gathered up her papers and stood up, heading to another room. "I am SO glad we pulled you from the program." she said, as I followed her.
"I thank God every day that you did," I said, nonchalantly. (This is a bit silly-- I dropped of my own volition, although I won't say they didn't pressure me to do it a wee bit).
"You know, you only acted stupid-- Carson really WAS stupid." she said, finding a new desk to sit at.
"Really?" I was intrigued. Carson was my uncle-- as far as I know he never went to Eastern-- and my mother's brother. He was a boorish, spoiled brat favored by his mother until he passed on a few years back, and to me this was almost a compliment.
"Yes," Mrs. Plainflow was getting testy.
"Look, the whole thing's irrelevant," I shrugged. "I''m managing my own Gamestop now."
"Uh-huh," Unimpressed.
"My store made $1.9 million dollars last year-- we're the second biggest store in the district, rapidly closing on first!"
"Uh-huh," with a tone that clearly said "Not important at all."
This was really starting to piss me off, and-- just that fast-- we were both sitting in a car, me in the passenger side (grr).
"Look, I'm with people that are fun and care about me now--" as just as I said it, my 3rd key Ashley appeared at my open window.
"Hey, aren't you guys done yet-- if we don't hurry, they're gonna close the pool!"
"I'll just be a few more minutes-- then we'll head over to Wal-Mart and buy some swimsuits and then we can hit the pool, ok?"
Of course, I have no idea why Daron wasn't there-- maybe too busy with classes?
Anyway, Ashley left and I started to wonder what time it actually was. The dash clock said something like 10:17, so I asked Mrs. Plainflow what the time was. She fumbled around with her watch which read 7:00 and, faced with this conflicting information, I pulled out my cell phone for the correct time. I had to cycle through a few "missed call" windows, then the time popped up as 8:39 . . .and then, without fanfare, I woke up.
Amy thoughts, guys? Put on your dream-interpreting caps and help me out here!!
--Senmurv