Dhivael/Anne’s Hyperactive Blog

I just had a dream where I had gotten a flyer advertising Laura Scudder brand ice cream. The ice cream pictured in the flyer was a gaudy orange in a bright yellow cone. It looked like it was made of play-doh. I’m not sure if it was ‘supposed to’ be clay or if it was ‘supposed to’ actually picture the ice cream advertised.

In my dream, my mom was quite enthusiastic about the ice cream, saying that we should go get some. I wasn’t so sure. There were several locations on the flyer where the Laura Scudder ice cream could be bought. One of the locations, strangely enough, was a mobile location. There was a picture of a grown-up, dressed as a clown, riding in a child-sized pedal car that was shaped like a fire truck. The fire truck had been modified to have 5 or 10 pint(?) sized cups running along the sides and this is where the ice cream was stored. With no enclosure for the ice cream (the cups weren’t even covered), I’m not sure how the ice cream stayed any good. There wasn’t any way for any freezer units to be attached to the pedal car, either.

I’m thinking, hoping, that my brain meant to think up ‘Betty Crocker‘ brand ice cream and, failing that, inserted the first brand it could think of… Which was Laura Scudder.

Thoughts of potato chip flavored ice cream scares me.

I just woke up. So I’m still a bit sleepy. But I did have another somewhat weird dream.

I dreamed I was wearing some really thin flip-flops. Which is okay. I wear flip-flops a lot. What’s not okay is I also dreamed that, for some reason, I kept stepping on bits of cactus. Big thorns, going right through my flip flops. And, after the cactus was removed, the flip-flops were sticking to my feet because of the holes.

*shudder*

My feet weren’t really bleeding, but it still hurt.

I just woke up. I was having a dream that I had won a large amount of money, $400,000. Somehow, I won it by eating a bunch of cookies. The cookies tasted really bad and the only reason anyone ever ate them was to win the money.

Unfortunately, that’s about all I can remember about the dream. There was a Western segment, or something, I think. But, darn, I’ve forgotten.

Last night, I had a dream. This time, I was sitting with my mom and my brother in a station wagon (I think) of some sort. The ground started shaking and we finally noticed the GIANT (20 or so stories tall) yellow dinosaur. It was scary! Even though it looked like someone in a cloth dinosaur costume, kind of like Barney.

So we sat quiet in the car, trying not to attract the dinosaur’s notice. It stopped right next to the car and leaned over (it had bad breath). It started to eat a pedestrian, but spit him out for some reason.

After a few minutes, the dino seemed to be ignoring everything, so we quickly sped off. We drove over to my aunt’s place, to get supplies and flee with her.

Everyone (my aunt, my uncle, my mom, my brother and me) started gathering up food, clothes, etc. We stuffed the stationwagon full. Everyone piled in and we started to go. But we’d forgotten some stuff, so we got out to get more clothes. Somewhere along the way, the stationwagon turned into a van.

So we start off, but a pizza guy and someone else come and ask for a ride. We say that there’s not much room, so one of them climbs in and shuts the door on the second guy. Instead of telling the first guy to get out, we open the door (as the van is starting to roll!) and get the second guy inside, too. He doesn’t know how to shut van doors, though, and the van door keeps sliding open. My brother, for some reason, doesn’t get up to shut it either.

The rest of my dream consisted of us driving… somewhere. Away from the dino. I think. I don’t think the dino simply ‘disappeared’.

I had a strange dream last night. I don’t remember much of it now, but I do remember a few of the stranger points.

Shirley Temple’s father (only her name wasn’t Shirley Temple in my dream) dropped Shirley off at my place so I could babysit her. He didn’t return when he was supposed to and a search was started to look for him. He had turned into a centaur and had been wounded while doing something or other. Shirley was summoned to see him, the father said he was ‘going away’ so said goodbye to Shirley. Shirley left and her father died. I ended up adopting Shirley or something. Then things get even stranger… Captain Janeway, from Star Trek Voyager, was in my dream at some point. She was going off to do something and I was going to be left in charge. In charge of what, I don’t remember. But I still had Shirley at that point.

Silly weird dreams.

I had another awfully strange dream last night. Surreal and convoluted. An amalgam of several RL things. Before I begin, there’s a bit of background information:

1. On one MU, I play a human who’s a bit telepathic.

2. On another MU, Giotto has been trying to get his laptop working with Linux.

3. On a third MU, there is Ian Sturmvogel whom my char yelled at recently.

4. I think my mother was watching Little House on the Prairie last night, with the volume turned up a bit.

5. I have bad allergies at times.

6. Massive computer problems (see earlier blog posts).

So, anyway, on to the dream!

It was the late 1800′s, I had been diagnosed with ‘diptheria’. Now that I’m awake, however, I think it should have been tuberculosis. Anyway, I’m staying in this place where other people with ‘diptheria’ are staying to try to get well. Mostly, I’m not really sick, just a bit sneezy and maybe an occassional cough. Before I got sick, I was supposed to go to China (CHINA?!) and run a marathon race. So the doctor said that there was no reason I couldn’t go, even though I had ‘diptheria’, as long as I was careful.

So, I get to China. Which, I think, was only a few blocks away. I’ve brought a laptop with me. In the 1800′s. Shh. Something on it’s not working right, so I ask Giotto (I don’t remember if this was online or if he was ‘in China’ with me) what to do. In my dream, he’s not much help. But I finally figure out that the laptop is trash and go to buy another. Still in the 1800′s. This laptop, too, isn’t working. I set it aside, order some sort of CD fix, and get ready for the race.

Since I’m sneezing and sniffling, I’m concerned that it might affect the race. So I start stuffing my pockets full of tissue. The officials don’t like that for some reason and I get dragged out towards the race track before I’m done. One of my shoes comes untied, but I can’t stop to fix it.

Along the way, I meet this Chinese girl I’ve somehow known for a long time. She starts pointing things out to me. That person’s a teacher. That one’s an official. A student. And everyone’s dressed according to their ‘profession’: the students were wearing silk outfits that were entirely red. Teachers were wearing the same, except they had gold trim. The officials, and higher ranked teachers, were wearing some beige outfits. One of the officials is telepathic and he catches me thinking how boring his outfit is.

The race was around a pagoda or something like that. Part of the building was open to the air, although there were solid walls. People were sitting in cushioned chairs along the racetrack to watch everyone race. I think we’re actually racing around INSIDE a building. Everyone ‘lines up’, even though it’s mostly just ‘group towards the starting point’. I try to tie my shoe. The race starts. I give up, tuck my laces into my shoe, and take off running.

I’m coughing and wheezing (‘diptheria’), but I’m still not having too hard a time catching up to everyone else. While I’m racing, I can see where I am in relation to everyone else, like an inset screen with a view from above. We’re racing in this REALLY tiny rectangle, too. Maybe as big around as a small house. So I’m past almost everyone and just as I’m about to win, the official who caught me thinking about how boring his clothes were does something, telepathically. I trip over my laces and black out.

When I blacked out, I actually got a ‘You have been disconnected’ screen from one MU*, even though the dream has NOT been in text. Not sure which MU it was from. So I ‘reconnect’ and regain consciousness. So, it seems when I tripped over my laces and fell, I ended upfalling against Ian Sturmvogel, which made him fall, and he died. I am under arrest. I protest, since it wasn’t MY fault. They won’t listen, but I do get out on bail.

I start trying to prove my case, based on the broken laptop (I don’t know either) and go out for lunch with someone, possibly the Chinese girl from earlier, to talk things over. The restaurant we go to is in a department store, I think, like K-Mart. It doesn’t have much to offer in the way of food, either.

Their main offerings are an all-you-can eat popcorn bar, consisting mostly of chocolate covered popcorn and ‘lilly flavored’ popcorn. The chocolate is good; it tastes sort of like Boston cream pie or maybe chocolate cheesecake. The lilly isn’t bad either. It is sweetish and, besides being swirled with lilac colors, it tastes purple. The other offering is a ‘mealworm gordita’. It was like a taco, filled with some meat, corn, tomatoes… and topped with three fried mealworms.

I have strange amounts of money. At times I have $1. Then I have $5. I finally end up with $11, which is just enough to buy the all you can eat popcorn and 2 mealworm gorditas for myself and the person who was with me (minus the mealworms, of course). The shop owner was happy we were ordering and offered us some watermelon free of charge. The watermelon was normally $11.95.

I was just starting to eat the popcorn and was waiting for the watermelon to be served when I woke up.

There was more, but I’m starting to forget it already. I think Ian Sturmvogel turned out not to be dead, but they were still going to prosecute me. Very strange. Very long.

I dreamed last night that was supposed to go back in time and teach cavemen about food preservation and reading/writing… The caveman that I was teaching, he really seemed to like the writing, but didn’t see much use for it since you couldn’t eat it. And he didn’t see what good it was to preserve food, since once you have all your food… what would you do with your time then? I tried to explain that he could use the new free time to do reading and writing and make pretty things; I had a stylus of some kind, from the future, that was studded with pretty rocks (really colored glass pebbles fused to an orange glass stylus) and I explained that it came from ‘a far away land, where they preserve all their food’. In the end, I had to go back to the future and the caveman said he’d ‘think about’ teaching others what I’d taught him.

Most of my dreams, I don’t remember after I wake up whether or not they were in color. But this one, I distinctly remember the various colors of glass on the thin orange glass stylus. It was very pretty.