Last night, I dreamt that both Naomi Watts and Nicole Kidman were coming over for a visit so, naturally, I had to clean the house. Unfortunately, it seemed that the more I cleaned, the messier the house got. I was working on mopping the kitchen floor when I happened to glance out the backyard and discovered that it had been invaded by a pack of feral cats, none of whom looked like they were planning on leaving.
I can’t remember if, during the dream, Nicole and Naomi ever arrived. I just hope that, if they did, I had the house clean.
Last night’s dream started out nicely but then it got weird and disturbing towards the end.
I dreamt that I was back in college and I had just moved into my new dorm. I had this gigantic, three-room suite all to myself and I was so excited. I invited all of my friends over and we had a big party, decorating the place. I was having a great time until I noticed that there was a guy at the party that I had never seen before.
He was tall, thin, and pale with messy blonde hair. When I first saw him, he was standing in front of a wall mirror, staring at his reflection. I noticed that he had what appeared to be a huge cyst on his right jaw and he kept pushing down on it with his finger. Suddenly, he started to squeeze the cyst.
“Stop doing that!” I snapped at him as the cyst burst open in a mix of blood and puss.
Holding his hand over his face, he turned away from the mirror and looked at me. He lowered his hand, revealing that he now had a bloody hole on his face, through which I could see his jawbone.
And that’s when I woke up!
Don’t you hate it when a perfectly good dream is interrupted by a nightmare?
Last night, I dreamt that the police came to my house and handed me a check for a million dollars. They told me that a terrorist had threatened to blow up the city unless they gave me the money. They wanted to know if I had any idea who the terrorist was.
“No,” I said, “I don’t.”
“So, a total stranger threatened to blow up the city because he wanted you to have a million dollars?”
I shrugged. “That’s weird.”
“You are only lucky girl.”
“Well, yeah,” I replied.
I remember feeling awkward in the dream because I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feeling by smiling but, at the same time, I was really happy about getting the money.
Last night, I dreamt that my Dad had gotten remarried and my new stepmom was Angelina Jolie. I was upset because 1) Angelina borrowed my laptop so she could write a book and then she never returned it, 2) she seemed disinterested whenever I tried to talk to her about my own writing ambitions, and 3) she just didn’t seem to like me much.
I took a nap when I got home from work tonight and I had a short little dream.
In the dream, I was standing out in my backyard, talking to a friend and fellow film reviewer about movies and the future of our film review site. Suddenly, I heard something buzzing overhead. I looked up and I saw a hot pink drone flying through the air. We watched as it unsteadily balanced itself in the air. Eventually, it flew straight into a tree and crashed to the ground.
I picked up the drone and looked it over. Despite having smashed into the tree, it didn’t appear to be too damaged.
“This is too weird for me,” my friend said, before walking away.
Carrying the drone, I stepped out into the alley. I held it up in the air and asked, “Does this belong to anyone?”
Getting no reply, I walked down to the end of the alley. That’s where I spotted a man walking on the other side of the street with two young boys. Both of the boys were carrying remote controls.
I ran across the street to them and said, “I think this is yours.”
The man looked at the drone and then said, “No. I think it belongs to some kids who live next door to us.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, would you take this and return it to them?”
The man looked at the drone and shook his head. “We don’t like them.”
And that’s when I woke up!