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[Lobstergirl, el principe]

I had to take a standardized test, sort of like an AP test. I had studied, but I still didn't know the answers to any of the questions, which were incredibly obscure. I didn't have a pencil, so I was filling in all the little circles with red felt tip pen. I wondered if the machine would be able to read it.

[Félix]

janine wrote: "no, wiki."

Oh of course.

[Jammies]

:blink: I just had a very weird dream. I was applying to be the administrative assistant to the curator* of a mansion that had been turned into a museum, and although I thought I blew the interview, I was asked to stay for an evening party when the curator's date cancelled. Then someone spiked the punch, and everyone but me went crazy, dressing up in costumes from the exhibits, having orgies in the shower, etc. I had to play along with all the crazy people and try to slip through the mansion to find my cell phone and purse and keys so I could get out and call for help. I had made it up from the basement to the first floor when Anne Hathaway (who was in love with the tragic owner* of the museum who didn't seem to love her back) met up with me and proved the drug had worn off for her, so I was going to give her my cell phone and go back for the guys, but she dropped the phone over a balcony into the basement. I gave her my car keys and sent her out to drive for help and went back, but the crazies were alerted by the sound of the dropping cell phone, and they didn't believe I was as crazy as they were because I could count to seven and none of them could get past six. I avoided the shower orgy because they were all slippery with bath oil, and ran for where I'd seen the owner and curator last, and discovered that the owner was still deep in the grip of the drug because it made him think his wife and child were still alive, but the curator was coming out of it. The remaining crazy staff in the basement was building a village out of hatboxes and suitcases from the luggage exhibit, and when the curator and I reached for the same box, he whispered that he was okay now and he knew that I was. We managed to make up nonsense sentences that still conveyed a plan for getting out of there, and then he did a magnificent, scenery-chewing insanity attack that got us out of the crowd and into the back hall.*** We were headed for the servants' staircase when Bea Arthur appeared with a long kitchen match, and said she was going to kill us all because the curator's mother had been her chief rival back in their fan-dancing days, and said mother had gotten the guy and the money and the house and the handsome son, while Bea was eating cat food. I ran at her and broke the match, then the owner came out all dazed and wondering where Anne Hathaway was, having realized he loved her, and distracted Bea so the curator and I could rush her. Then Bea squirmed around and pulled a lighter out of her sleeve! I told her she was welcome to set the place on fire, as long as she stayed, and when she tried to run, I tackled her and the guys sat on her legs. I was just threatening to set fire to the feathers on her Kentucky Derby/Ascot/royal wedding-type hat when all of the rest of the crazy staff came out of the basement and helped sit on her until Anne arrived with the cops and ambulances. The movie ended on a beach, with Anne and the owner gazing into one another's eyes and the curator and I headed off into the sunset.

*Played by Robert Downey, Jr.
**Not played by RA
***For some reason, there were possessed talking teddy bears in there somewhere

[janine]

too tired to read all of that, that's a LOT of dream.

[Lobstergirl, el principe]

That's a very involved dream, Jammies. High celebrity quotient too.

I dreamed I had gone into the home of a family with two very young children, unbeknownst to them. (I didn't know these people.) The children were home alone so I hung out with them a bit. I went back to the house several times over the next few days, but just hung out in the back yard. Once I saw the mother inside on a sofa, on her laptop. I thought, "Maybe she thinks I'm weird the way I'm hanging out in her back yard." The last time I went over, I was out in the yard with the kids, sitting on a lawn chaise. A lizard walked on the chaise. I pointed it out to the kids. Then the grandfather came out. My laptop had turned into a Walkman, and I pushed the buttons randomly, pretending to be doing something. The weirdness of me being there, and not knowing the family at all, had reached a breaking point and the father came out to escort me off his property. He was shortish and dark haired, looked a little like Rufus from Gossip Girl. He walked me for several blocks until I saw a shopping mall with a used bookstore called Village something. I said, "I'm going to stop in at this bookstore." He kept walking. I went in the mall, but instead of going into the bookstore I went to a busy restaurant and sat down and ordered. After I finished the first thing they brought me, I realized that all the girls sitting in my section were waitresses who worked there. One of them said, "You should order a fruit dish next." Someone brought me a banana, sliced lengthwise, that had been cooked some special way.

[Jonathan]

Good dream, Jammies. Pretty much sums up the life of the average museum curator, I think.

[Janice]

Jammies and LG, what are you eating before you go to bed? Wow! Jammies, you should turn that dream into a novel.

[Lobstergirl, el principe]

I don't think I ate anything within several hours of going to bed.

I edited my dream down. It had two more segments, involving a shoe store, and helping my father fill out paperwork to rent a fancy Mercedes to drive from one part of Germany to another.

[Jammies]

Janice, it's not a matter of what I ate, it's because I got overheated while sleeping. I always get really vivid dreams when the room is too warm--I don't know if it's an MS thing or what.

[[deleted user]]

Well perhaps not. I have the same problem. If I get too hot I always have vivid dreams. If I have an afternoon nap my dreams tend to be a little more risqué. Have I mentioned I like an afternoon nap?

[Lobstergirl, el principe]

Gail, you are required to report all dreams here in the dream diary. What seems to be the problem?

[[deleted user]]

Ha, I missed the compulsory dream reporting rule.

::blushes::

[Janice]

Jammies wrote: "Janice, it's not a matter of what I ate, it's because I got overheated while sleeping. I always get really vivid dreams when the room is too warm--I don't know if it's an MS thing or what."

The heat being a factor is an interesting point. As summer approaches, it's hotter when we sleep and I've been dreaming prolifically as well.

Gail wrote: "Well perhaps not. I have the same problem. If I get too hot I always have vivid dreams. If I have an afternoon nap my dreams tend to be a little more risqué. Have I mentioned I like an afternoon nap?"

In your case, Gail, perhaps it's your dreams making you hot.

[[deleted user]]

Lol, that could be part of it. A chicken and egg thingy.

[Jammies]

Jonathan wrote: "Good dream, Jammies. Pretty much sums up the life of the average museum curator, I think."

If you know any museum curators who look like RDJ, I would very much like an introduction.

[Jonathan]

A couple come to mind, Jammies, but I think they're already spoken for.

[Jammies]

*sigh* Figures. I wonder if I could squeeze in a nap today...

[Angela~twistedmind~]

Well, after reading y'all's dreams, i ain't all that embarrassed by mine. ;) This is a recurring theme. The dreams are always in a different location, a different situation, but always play out basically the same. I'm having a perfectly, pleasant, normal day when suddenly i feel a malevolent, unseen presence. I always try to walk away or beg it to leave, but in the end i am frozen in terror and unable to speak. Suddenly, i'm grabbed by my arms and thrown violently up, crashing into the ceiling, thrown across the room, smashing into the walls, thrown to the floor and held down. The worst part is being held down, unable to move no matter how i squirm. Suddenly, i can't breath!! (note: i actually have a terror of drowning) These dreams always seem to last forever, with me being tossed around repeatedly for the longest time. They never actually end, i just finally wake myself up......and bring the dream out with me. I can't move for a minute and i literally feel like i can't breath. Now, intellectually, i know it was just another dream and feel relief that i woke. But i'm still uneasy even after i realize i can move and breath just fine. I feel like i'm being 'observed'. I have the hardest time falling back to sleep, because, every once in a while, i go right back into the dream. I wonder if all the horror and supernatural books i read and shows and movies i watch are to blame or if i just have such a vivid imagination that i can't turn it off, even in my dreams. After reading about y'all's dreams, i've come to the conclusion that people who read voraciously have more vivid dreams. Either that or we're all just weird as hell. :P

[Janice]

Those dreams would be scary, Angela. They'd give me anxiety attacks for sure.

The recurring dreams I have are about being in an unstable airplane or witnessing an airplane crash; or being in an unstable elevator.

[janine]

i haven't had terrible nightmares or killed someone in ages - as far as i know. what is happening to me?

[Jim]

I don't know what is happening to you, but talk like that is starting to scare me. Awfully glad there is an ocean between us.

[Jammies]

Maybe you should turn up the heat in your bedroom?

[Félix]

janine wrote: "i haven't had terrible nightmares or killed someone in ages - as far as i know. what is happening to me?"

Sounds like a good thing to me.

[Jonathan]

Welcome back, Larry!

[Félix]

Thanks, Jonathan. I see you guys still have the same plant in the corner.

[Jonathan]

It missed you!

(...as did the rest of us.)

[Félix]

That's nice of you to say.

[Jonathan]

Sincerely meant.

[Félix]

I do appreciate it.

[Ian]

I dream that I am in an unstable relationship and all of the stability and sanity in my life comes from Good Readers like you.
I think my dreams need to get a reality check.

[Félix]

Don't rock the boat, Ian.

[[deleted user]]

Hey Larry.

[Ian]

:: splash::

[[deleted user]]

You need help there Ian?

[Félix]

Hey Gail.

[Ian]

Gail, I'm not sure whether I'm welcome back in the boat.
Should I start swimming, for sure?

[[deleted user]]

Of course you are welcome back in the boat. let me pull you back in.

[Félix]

Lots of room, Ian.

[Janice]

Glad to see you back, Larry! :) Or am I dreaming?

[Lobstergirl, el principe]

You know, technically, this is Janine's dream diary. All of these dreams are really hers.

[Janice]

We are all creations of Janine's dreams.

[Félix]

Ah, to be in Janine's dreams ....

Thanks, Janice.

[[deleted user]]

She has a lot of disturbed sleep then.

[Ian]

Thanks.
::shakes::
Ooh, you've all got water all over you now.

[janine]

Lobstergirl wrote: "You know, technically, this is Janine's dream diary. All of these dreams are really hers."

but i don't remember them. or is this thread my subconscious speaking to me?

[Janice]

What a busy night I had last night! My dreams had everything from foreplay, packing for travel, laundry, a woman with wide black bands around the tops of her legs, a lost engagement ring, coffee, ghosts, laughter, shopping, purses, stairs, an office building for a company that researches anxiety disorders. Phew, I'm tired!

[Félix]

Wow, Janice. And you remember all of that. Amazing.

[smetchie]

I dreamed I "rented" this baby boy from my daughter's day care center for $250 a week.

[Phil]

Larry wrote: "Wow, Janice. And you remember all of that. Amazing."

I'm not so sure. In my opinion, she was light on the details of the foreplay. :)

[Jim]

Or discreet.