Last Night’s Saved By The Bell Dream

Last night, I dreamed that I was a teenager in high school again.  I was at my house (and, in the dream, it was even the house where we lived when I was in high school) and all of my friends from the drama club were there.  We were talking about putting on a play that I had written.  Some of them were upset that I was not only the writer and the director but that I had given myself the lead role as well.  They kept complaining that I had given all of the good lines to myself.

“Well,” I said, “if you want a good line, write your own damn play.”

Mostly to shut them up, I then turned on the TV.  Simon Cowell appeared on the screen, singing the Saved By The Bell theme song.  However, this was the extended version of the song, which meant it had verses that we had never heard before.

At one point, Simon sang, “We all know gwam means lame/I’m saved by the bell….”

My friends and I looked at each other and said, “Gwam?”

On the TV, Simon repeated, “We all know gwam means lame/ I’m saved by the bell….”

“This is going in the play,” I said.

And that’s when I woke up.

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Last Night’s Social Media Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I logged onto my twitter account and discovered that all of my followers had apparently unfollowed.  Thinking that this had to be some sort of mistake, I wrote an email to twitter support.  However, just as I was about hit send, there was a huge clasp of thunder and all the power went out in my house.  I then went to my living room window, a stared out at the front yard.  It was raining, the wind was howling, and the streets were flooded.  With each flash of lightning, I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be someone standing in the middle of the street.

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Weird Ben Affleck Related Dream

(Disclaimer: I do not know Ben Affleck.  I have never met Ben Affleck.  My commentary on the behavior of Dream Ben Affleck should not be taken as any sort of commentary on the behavior of real-life Ben Affleck)

After a month-long hiatus, I am happy to return to my online dream journal with a weird dream about Ben Affleck.

Now, as often happens with dreams, I can’t remember all of the details.  But here’s what I can tell you:

In my dream, I was once again in high school.  This is actually kind of a reoccurring theme in my dreams, though usually I find myself back in college.  What was unique this time is that I wasn’t an adult back in high school.  Instead, I was a teenager again.

My friends and I were attending some sort of weekend, educational retreat that was being held in this small town that sat high atop a snow-covered mountain.  As soon as we arrived, I noticed that Ben Affleck was following our group around.  I asked one of my friends why Ben Affleck was following us around and she said she didn’t know but that he was everyone’s friend.

Anyway, as the weekend progressed, my classmates and I went to various classes that were held across town.  Ben Affleck tagged along with us.  Then, one day, I noticed that Ben was no longer with us.  I asked where he was and I was told that Ben had been arrested for unpaid speeding tickets and was sitting in jail.  So, I called up a lawyer and I asked him if he could come to the town and get Ben out of jail.  The lawyer agreed.

My friends and I were all standing outside the police station, waiting for Ben to get out of jail.  When Ben finally exited the police station, we all cheered but Ben ignored all of us and walked away without saying a word.

“You know,” I yelled, “I got you an attorney!  A thank you would be nice!”

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Simple But Super Intense Nightmare

Last night’s dream was a terrible one.

In the dream, I was staying, by myself, at a motel.  I had just stepped out of the shower and I was still in the bathroom when suddenly, I heard footsteps outside.  I opened the bathroom door just enough to peek into the room and I saw a bearded, balding man, dressed in all black, searching my room.  Suddenly, he stopped and looked over at the bathroom door.

That woke me right up.  It was a very short and very simple dream but it felt so real that, after I woke up, I had to get out of bed and walk around for a few minutes, just to make sure that it had all been a dream.  Fortunately, it had been.

Before anyone asks, the man in my dream was not anyone that I know in real life.  He was just a generic evil stranger.  Also, I’m not looking for any interpretations of this dream.  I’m just sharing it because it was so intense.

Last Night’s Art Gallery Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was at a showing at an art gallery.  It was a very fancy affair and the people around me were very rich and very sophisticated.  Everyone was drinking wine, except for me.  Everyone kept asking me if I wanted a glass and I had to keep explaining that I don’t drink and it was all very awkward.  It didn’t help that the paintings were all rather dull, as well.

Having grown frustrated with the boring showing, I stepped outside of the gallery and I discovered that there was a group of people standing on the sidewalk in front of the doorway.  I asked them if they were waiting for something and a middle-aged man in a tuxedo (he appeared to be the leader of the group) told me that they had gotten bored with the show and now, they were waiting for a portal to open.

Suddenly, there was a flash of red light and I was standing, alone, in front of the storage locker.  Somehow, I instinctively understood that the portal had opened and I had been transported to a new location.

Off in the distance, I heard the sound of a car approaching.

And then I woke up.

Last Night’s Weird Kidnapping Dream

In third weird dream that I had last night, I dreamt that I was in my kitchen when I realized that there was a woman in the backyard.  I had never seen here before so I stepped outside and I asked her what was going on.

“Have you seen my son?” she asked me.

“I don’t know you son,” I replied.

“Someone’s kidnapped my child.  Have you seen him?”

“What does he looks like?”

She said that he was five and had brown hair.  She said that she hadn’t seen him in years.

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Weird Car Theft Dream

In the second weird dream that I had last night, I dreamed that I was walking around my neighborhood when I suddenly realized that I was in a dream and that I needed to wake up.  So, I decided that I should commit a crime because I knew that, as soon as the police arrested me, I would wake up.

So, I walked up to a car that was parked in front of a house and I looked inside.  I saw that the door was unlocked and that keys were still in the ignition.  I got in the car, started the engine, and drove off.

As I drove around for a little bit but I didn’t see any police.  So, I decided to go to Northpark Mall and do some shopping.

At the mall, I was not only having a great time shopping but I was also happy to see that whole place was decorated for Christmas!  As I walked around the mall, I suddenly noticed that there was a huge amount of people in what appeared to be an antique store.

I stepped into the store and I saw that there was a long line of people waiting to go through a door that led into the back of the store.  I also saw that my friend Amy was standing at the back of the line so I walked over to her and asked her what was going on.

She told me that the antique store was actually an embassy and everyone was waiting to have their papers checked.  She told me that everyone in the back of the store was a political prisoner and that she was there to protest the embassy’s human right violations and that the store was a dangerous place to be.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” she asked me.

I shrugged and said, “It’s just a dream.”

So, I joined Amy in line.  One-by-one, people were allowed to enter the back of the store.  It took forever but finally, Amy and I reached the door.  Looking through the doorway, I saw a room that had one table, three chairs, and a lot of uniformed men.

“Are you ready?” Amy asked me.

I looked at the men in the room and then said, “No, I change my mind.”

“What about the cause?” she asked me.

“What cause?” I replied, before walking out of the antique store.

I had spent so much time in the antique store that Northpark Mall was now closing.  As I left the mall, I found myself wondering why I hadn’t been arrested.  What if this wasn’t a dream?  What if I had really stolen a car and then abandoned my friend in a foreign embassy?

Standing outside the mall, I started to get worried but then I saw a police car pulling up.

“Thank God,” I said.

And then I woke up.