Dhivael/Anne’s Hyperactive Blog

Wow, it’s been quite awhile since I last posted. I always mean to, then I forget. This time, though, I’ve just had a dream that’s too interesting to not record. I told it to a friend, and they said it was like “Anne Frank Meets the Internet”… and I suppose that’s kind of how it sounds. Anyway, without further ado:

I was an older teen girl, 16-19 or so. And my family was Jewish. I had, uh, 4 or 5 brothers and sisters. My father was working on something for ‘the government’ (it wasn’t the US, but I’m not sure /where/ it was). And he’d made some enemies, so people were trying to break into our house. We woke up one night to find a ninja(!?) was breaking into our house. Somehow, he got scared away. So we’re scared, trying to live normally… I befriend 3 slightly older (college age-ish) young men. Nothing romantic, just friendly stuff. And as long as they’re in the house, for some reason, the ninjas or whatever won’t break in and steal whatever it is. Somewhere in there, I start singing about llamas with the three older guys. Somehow, this symbolizes my father’s enemies. My (much) younger brother, meanwhile, makes friends with a “Bavarian” boy about his age…

It’s been about a week since the ninjas tried to break in; the older guys have been staying over for some reason that I can’t fathom. Somehow, the llama song convinced them to stay. Anyway, we suddenly realize it’s past “curfew” and my little brother’s Bavarian friend is still at our house and we realize that he needs to go home. This wouldn’t be too much of a problem, escept the “Bavarians” live in their own little section of the town/city and the gates have closed. Either my little brother or the Bavarian boy says that they know of a place where the Bavarian boy can slip through and get home. Reluctantly, we set off (my siblings and the three older guys) with the Bavarian boy to see him as far home as we can. When we get there, though, we find out that the fence has been mended! Ohnoes! Well, it’s more of an ohnoes when several “policemen” step from the shadows and out of nearby buildings. “What are you all doing out so late?” “We’re just trying to get this little boy home.” “What little boy? I don’t see any little boy.” And, sure enough, the Bavarian kid has disappeared!

Just then, someone we recognize as an enemy of our father steps out and we realize it’s a trap. The little Bavarian boy was part of a trap for us to get caught. I’m not sure what happened to the three older guys, but they’re still on our side. Either way, we realize that there’s nothing left for us to do but RUN. So we run and try to get back home. Somehow, they half-catch us and manage to get our hands tied (in front), but we still manage to escape. And we’re running back home, I’m urging my siblings (I think it was 2 younger brothers and 2 sisters? Maybe?) to run faster, our parents have to be warned. If they don’t find out about this, aside from nasty things happening to /us/, our parents are ruined.

Meanwhile, we’re trying to slip out of the hand restraints. One of my oldest (younger) sisters manages to and I’m almost out… but not quite. So we’re running and running and go past a certain building where there are enemy people and they try to capture us by tripping/lassoing us with plastic filament. My siblings almost get caught and I slow down to buy my siblings some time. So the thing the enemy is using ends up snaring my hands, somehow. And I’m pulling and pulling to keep from getting pulled inside. And the plastic filament is stretching and they’re using some sort of mechanical device that somehow ends up getting overwhelmed by my strength. So my father’s main enemy steps out at this time, shouting something to the people inside about being ‘incompetent fools!’ and how X and Y should be done, and he tries to catch me himself…

My hands are still tangled up, so it looks like he’s going to have things easy. And he’s gloating about something or another. But as he’s monologuing, I pull and pull and (though my hands are still tied), I’ve got quite a bit of slack in the plastic filament thing. He’s stalking me, still monologuing, and doesn’t seem to realize this. He gets close, I throw a length of the stuff around his neck, loop it a few times, and pull. He dies. And that’s when I woke up.

I had an interesting dream the other night, in that it was so terribly boring. I dreamed that either I was making a cake or watching a cooking show about making cakes. It was actually a fairly ordinary cake, but I’m going to have to really attempt to make it one of these days.

Basically, it was plain chocolate cake mix and then into this was poured a plain cheesecake batter. The cheesecake mixture took the place of the regular eggs and oil. I don’t remember if you were ‘supposed’ to add water to thin the batter or not, but it seems likely. Of course, since this was a dream, I don’t expect the recipe to be 100% accurate.

I know I’ve never seen a recipe like this, but I’ve not looked either. If anyone has seen or made something like this, let me know! It really sounds to me like it would be delicious.

I had yet another weird dream. It seems I have more than my fair share of these, but maybe that’s just me…

I was on a spaceship somewhere… I guess it was the Enterprise, because the captain was Picard (from TNG and I don’t even like Star Trek The Next Generation), but he looked like a Borg.

Anyway, he was giving some sort of confusing commands that I couldn’t understand, it was sort of mumbled and he wouldn’t repeat it. But I did understand that I was supposed to take some sort of gun and go shoot someone. I wasn’t sure why. So I found who I was supposed to shoot on the ship, only I was confused. There were two people! Which do I shoot? I ended up shooting both of them, and the gun shot out some sort of sticky goo that melted the correct person but didn’t hurt the other one…

Then I was wandering around the ship, trying to take care of something else, and Jim Carrey keeps coming up and bothering me, asking me to dance with him. I don’t even like him and I’m busy anyway, but I do tell him that, yes, I’ll go or else when I tell people that I’ve met him, then I’ll never be able to tell them I went dancing with him…

So I keep trying to avoid him and for some reason he wanders off and dresses in a Spiderman costume and brings a group of 8-10 year old kids aboard the ship. I think I found out he was a spy or something and I was going to have to shoot him with my sticky-goo gun, but I don’t remember the details.

I think that there was also something in there about me stocking a supermarket deli case (on the ship) with party platters, but I’m not entirely certain.

I dreamed that, for some reason, I was climbing this tree structure. It was like a tree house… only there were bits that stuck out and swung around, faaaaar from the tree itself. It was like a giant upside-down mobile (the things you hang from your ceiling and they go ’round and ’round). Despite the fact that I really hate heights, I didn’t mind too much, actually.

So while I’m playing around on this thing, I realize that the clouds are going supersuper fast (like 100MPH), even though the wind on the surface is calm.

So I’m climbing around on this thing in the evening and it’s spinning and zooming me around like crazy… suddenly I realize it’s dark. But that’s right before a brief flash of light, like a camera going off. I look around… before finally looking up as the giant mobile comes to a halt… Odd, there’s a bright pink nebula I never noticed before. It’s a supernova! I point this out to someone (I think it’s my mother) and we ‘oooh’ and ‘ahhh’ over the pretty colors.

So as we’re watching, suddenly, three or four more stars in the same area of sky go supernova! The sky is lighting up as bright as day and everyone’s coming outside to look. Oooh! Pretty!

So suddenly somebody points out ‘Hey! It must be the end of the world! Eeek!’ and everyone starts singing hymns. Quick flash to what is, I guess, the afterlife. But it’s kind of pathetic. I mean, in order to get into heaven, I have to prove that I did not steal some painting just before the supernovas (wouldn’t God know if I had stolen it or not?). So the rest of my dream degenerates into a sort of detective series as I try to explain what, exactly, I was doing in the days leading up to the end of the world.

I was framed for this theft, but woke up before I could prove it. I had gone back in time with, what I guess was an angel of some sort to ‘replay’ the past couple days. In the days before the end of the world, I had been locked up with some Di Vinci painting, copying them on a canvas in (very cheap) acrylic paint. That painting, or one stored in the same room, was stolen as was my very cheap paint set. The cheap paint set was then planted somewhere to make it look like I had taken the painting. I was this close to proving that the supposedly paralyzed janitor had done it.

It was funny… because the (supposedly) paralyzed janitor went around sweeping and doing maintenance work in a power wheelchair. Nothing against paralyzed people… but, janitor!? Not only that, he wasn’t even the head janitor of a cleaning staff… he was the only janitor. He had one of those ‘powerchair’, scooter, type things for people who are generally not completely disabled. He’d drive up to a pile of dust and lean over to sweep it up.

The only thing was, he was only pretending to be disabled, so that he could steal the painting. It was an odd secret identity for him to assume, I think.

I have some pretty strange dreams…

It’s been awhile since I had any weird dreams, which is why (I guess) this one seems to be even weirder than usual.

I was on a planet that had four moons. One huge one, one medium sized one and two tiny ones (they all looked like Earth’s moons, except in various sizes). The moons kind of orbited the planet, but they mostly stuck around a black hole/wormhole. And I mean hole, it was two dimensional. On the other side of the hole was Earth (or somewhere close to Earth; it could’ve been another star system, but the other side was definitely ‘home’). I’m not sure if the moons were flat or round, they seemed like they could’ve been either.

So then while I was watching, the moons all went and lined up (the big one in the back, the medium sized one and then the two smaller ones) and they blocked the wormhole. Everyone was concerned because it was a colony planet and we needed supplies from the other side.

We tried to come up with a plan to contact Earth, to tell them what was going on. But it involved having to poke a wire through the wormhole, but we couldn’t get to the wormhole, so that idea was scrapped. I think there might’ve been another couple theories proposed, but none of them were accepted as working.

So since we needed things, we decided to mount an expedition to another part of the planet that had supplies (I guess it was preparation for another colony on the planet). I volunteered, might’ve even suggested going for supplies in the first place, and someone else went along. We took the only vehicle in the colony, which happened to look like a Ford 2-door hatchback, but it seemed to be an all-terrain vehicle.

We also took the only (hand drawn) map of the area. So we’re going along and suddenly we come to a construction site! There are native inhabitants of the planet, which we somehow overlooked! They didn’t know about us, either. And, despite the fact that they were building things like highways and overpasses (with stoplights), they didn’t seem to know about cars or propellers. There were also no horses and carts, so the highways and freeways would’ve been for just foot traffic. But they had several lanes like a modern highway does, as well as being made of asphault.

So, anyway, we set up a demonstration of propellers and the natives were amazed ‘Wow! We don’t have to row anymore!’ ‘Well, you can hook the propeller up to a crank to make it turn, but you don’t have to row, that’s true.’ Then we demonstrated the car, which for some reason I had been able to pick up and carry under my arm. They were amazed at that, too.

Finally, they ended up telling us that the moons stopped orbitting every so often, but they would start again soon. We should go home and not worry. So we did and the moons did start moving around again. And that was about when I woke up.

I had a really weird dream today. There was something about a U-Haul and stealing or moving something around, but I don’t remember exactly what the dream was The weird part, however, was that I couldn’t seem to wake up from the dream. I’d half-wake up and then get sucked back into sleep. I don’t think I was particularly tired, either. It’s just like the dream was so important (whatever it was) that I couldn’t wake up without finishing it.

I had a dream last night that was stranger than most dreams I have. For some reason, I was with some people who were experimenting with various things. Their newest thing was an exploding cake.

These cakes were horrible looking. They had light grey frosting and had ‘pumpkin’ faces. You know, the kind of faces people carve in pumpkins for Halloween? The cakes had those, only mostly made out of frosting and on the side (like pumpkin) instead of the top (like a cake).

Anyway, the cakes would explode if a lit wooden match was tossed on them. Big gobs of frosting everywhere!

Since the cakes were so terrible looking, I was glad to help explode the cakes.

The last cake to explode did so with a shower of lavender goo. This goo kept growing and growing, becoming more like lavender foam.

The people who had made the cakes were alarmed. They said I shouldn’t have exploded the cake. I countered that they told me to help. They didn’t argue, but they still had no idea how to stop the spread of the goo/foam.

Just as we all had to evacuate Earth (because the stuff was still growing, covering the whole surface and getting deeper), I woke up.