dream

Normally I don't post my dreams publicly, but go the private route in Xanga. But this one was cool. Since I believe every dream has some sort of meaning, I thought this would be a fun one to open up to everyone else. Feel free to leave your comments. I have already found my own meaning in it, but will consider yours if you leave a serious one. Here's what was in my Xanga:

Talk about an epic dream...

It started with an old-black-and-white-movie-style dream. There were gorillas on a screen that I was watching, in a large viewing room, like it was projected onto a wall or something, maybe in the student center. The gorillas were eating "mud rice" whatever that is, and then began pooping and farting and laughing about their farts. It reminded me of some teenagers I know... just kidding. Anyway then some actor, like Gregory Peck or Humphrey Bogart walked into a sort of atrium thing and his wife was there. I heard a narrator say that without their knowledge, scientists had introduced a gorilla into the atrium to see if it was a man-eating gorilla. The man and his wife managed to outsmart the gorilla, but to do it, they were going to replace themselves with a "colored" boy. You could tell this was a 50's movie. But then it turned out that a teenage white boy went in instead, and the gorilla befriended him. Then the gorilla was gone and the boy was returning to civilization.

By this time I was in the movie. I walked into the atrium with the press (to see where he had lived). As I shuffled through the grass, I looked down and my sneakers were leaving sparks in the grass. It was very pretty because it was dusk so the multi-colored sparks showed up well, but it was distrubing. I kept telling people my shoes were on fire but they didn't see flames so they didn't believe me. I said, "My shoes are making sparks in a dew-soaked grass how is that not suspicious?"

I took my shoes off and went into a house. For some reason I had a lighter, that was sort of like a blowtorch. You open the extended arm thing and click the button. Then the flame goes on and stays on until you blow it out. I tried it just to make sure I knew how to start it. This little kid saw me do it, and thought it would be cool to take the string of a pair of swimming trunks and hold it on an exposed electrical wire until it caught on fire. He blew it out right away, but I saw the smoke and turned to him. "You shouldn't play with fire like that. I needed to know how to start this so I did. You shouldn't even think about lighting your shorts on fire." I looked for his dad to find out why there were exposed electrical wires in the house. His little sister was watching, so I gave them all a lecture about how electricity works and why its dangerous. I found another exposed wire because, it turns out, the little sister had tried to cut the cords with a pair of scissors. The dad went right to work covering the wires with electrical tape. I was talking to the kids and I asked the little girl her name. "Zuede." She had to spell it for me, that's the only reason I know her name. I can't remember the little boy's name.

Then suddenly, I was a few years in the future. My brother was "all growed up", and we had a grown sister too. I think we were all about the same age (triplets maybe?). We were tracking this girl for some reason (she was one of the bad guys). My brother was driving a boat (could have been my real life brother cause he has his boater's license) alongside another boat. My sister and I had to do some actrobatics and jump into the other boat while both were going top speed. Then we were on land somehow. My sister was walking next to the girl (they were both gorgeous, like the hot-girl-in-a-movie kind of a look. The girl was changing disguises so I was too (cause I think for some reason I was suddenly in my sister's place). My sister was trailing us (but I was split- I was watching myself walking next to the girl.) and her job was to grab the other girl as soon as we got to where she was going. She grabbed the girl by the throat and the girl became invisible, but was still there because there was still a struggle. Then I was no longer split (watching myself doing something), but was actually a part of the action.

My brother's voice came in and I realized we were in a virtual training program, like an extremely advanced version of the Nintendo Wii. He said we got her, but not in the right way, which is why she disappeared. In the next part of the program, I would be on the boat alone and my brother would be controlling it by remote control. I think I still had a little control over the steering because I could see better what was around. I got on the boat and it was a large speed boat, but as the program went on somehow it became a little waverunner or something. I suddenly realized I was in Venice. I took a wrong turn and thundered down some stairs (through a restaurant), almost rammed into a Cunard Line cruiser, and nearly took out a kid posing for a photo in a cap and gown. But I found the bad guys' boat.

Then I woke up freaked out because my pillow was sticking up and leaning over me like a gorilla hovering over my shoulder. I sat bolt upright. It was kinda funny.