These are two minor dreams that I've had in recent times. Yet again, both of them involve the TV show Scrubs. I'm gonna start obsessing with My Name Is Earl soon, let's see if it has the same effect on my dreaming patterns.
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1)
I'm at Sacred Hearts Hospital, the hospital of Scrubs. It's a competition about creating flags and flagging them up outside the hospital. I'm in the same team as the Janitor and J.D. I think we managed at least 3, although I can't remember how they looked. Bummer.
2)
I'm in a warehouse with a couple of other fellows. There are guards everywhere, searching for us. After sneaking around a couple of rooms we find an aeroplane, but there isn't enough space for us the escape with it. Taking charge, I order everyone to clear some of the large boxes and cargos to make space. As I turn a corner, I run into Bob Kelso from Scrubs and I wake up.
Monday, 23 July 2007
Sunday, 22 July 2007
Asians, toilets and a touch of Scrubs
Hi again, sorry for the delay... I've been keeping busy. I have, however, scribbled down my dreams in recent weeks on my cellphone so here comes 1 out of 4 (the fifth dream is far and beyond too freaky to be posted). The other 3 will be posted in the coming days.
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I see a toilet. For no apparent reason, I flush down a random infant! An asian, black-haired emo pulls me into this pretty much empty room, apart from a wastebin and curtains. He starts threatening me, aiming kicks at my legs and yelling at me in a foreign language. It probably was his baby, or he might just have been pissed because I have the same hair colour as him, what do I know?
I tell him I'll patch things up, and run out screaming for people to help me search all the toilets in the room (must've been at least a hundred).
Pretty soon, I find the baby floating around, stiff as a teenage boy's holy parts in the morning. I grab the baby by the ankle and run over to Doctor Cox from Scrubs who miraculously saves the little fellow. I want to contact the asian and tell him everything's alright so I scream out his name, 'Rolfwie!', and then I am awakened by my own scream which apparently found it's way out of the dream and into reality.
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I see a toilet. For no apparent reason, I flush down a random infant! An asian, black-haired emo pulls me into this pretty much empty room, apart from a wastebin and curtains. He starts threatening me, aiming kicks at my legs and yelling at me in a foreign language. It probably was his baby, or he might just have been pissed because I have the same hair colour as him, what do I know?
I tell him I'll patch things up, and run out screaming for people to help me search all the toilets in the room (must've been at least a hundred).
Pretty soon, I find the baby floating around, stiff as a teenage boy's holy parts in the morning. I grab the baby by the ankle and run over to Doctor Cox from Scrubs who miraculously saves the little fellow. I want to contact the asian and tell him everything's alright so I scream out his name, 'Rolfwie!', and then I am awakened by my own scream which apparently found it's way out of the dream and into reality.
Saturday, 26 May 2007
Odd dream about mice +2
I want to start off saying that these dreams are posted out of my own interest, and may or may not seem weird, funny or interesting at all to other people. That's not the meaning of this blog anyway, I just intend to keep a dream diary since dreams can be amazingly wacko.
1) Major dream
I'm playing some sort of first person shooter with my brother-in-law. The game takes place in a bagdad-ish area and there are explosions and violence everywhere. We play through the night and early morning, then we head for the kitchen to make some toasts. I meet up with my sister, who just got home from work, having worked all night [which in turn is rather odd, since she's a preschool teacher... cheating anyone?].
Toasts done, we sit down to eat. Another sister is there aswell, along with our mother and her husband. Sister number 2 apparently has a tiny pet mouse, about the size of a thumbnail. It runs around freely on the dinner table, getting an awful lot of attention from our german shepherd. My sister takes her mouse away in fear of it getting eaten. [No, that is NOT a sexual reference, oh dear...]
Meanwhile, my mother's husband has been in the kitchen, fetching a leather case for a cell phone. Inside of it is a dead... big... mouse. I'm talking mighty big, bigger than a cell phone. It wouldn't even be close to fitting inside the case in reality. [I've no clue what so ever why someone would store a dead mouse, perhaps because of it's size?]
We finish the food, and stay seated to chat a bit. I see something small hop around in the sofa. A frog! All excited, I follow the frog. BAM! Black cat shows up out of nowhere and eats it. Then I notice that it's sticking out of the cats mouth. But it's not a frog, it's the immense dead mouse!
2) Second dream
I play guitar with someone's father, although not my own. [Can't remember how things turned out, hopefully nothing sexual]
3) Third dream
I'm on a concert in a park in Gothenburg with a friend. Not many there, only two lines of people.
I somehow manage to start a mosh pit and get a lot of stick from a woman in the security, who turns out to be an old teacher of mine, possibly preschool. I enjoy the first song of the concert, performed by a solo guitarist with marshall rigs behind him, only to find that my friend is missing. I found him sitting on a bench in the park, talking to two alcoholics.
1) Major dream
I'm playing some sort of first person shooter with my brother-in-law. The game takes place in a bagdad-ish area and there are explosions and violence everywhere. We play through the night and early morning, then we head for the kitchen to make some toasts. I meet up with my sister, who just got home from work, having worked all night [which in turn is rather odd, since she's a preschool teacher... cheating anyone?].
Toasts done, we sit down to eat. Another sister is there aswell, along with our mother and her husband. Sister number 2 apparently has a tiny pet mouse, about the size of a thumbnail. It runs around freely on the dinner table, getting an awful lot of attention from our german shepherd. My sister takes her mouse away in fear of it getting eaten. [No, that is NOT a sexual reference, oh dear...]
Meanwhile, my mother's husband has been in the kitchen, fetching a leather case for a cell phone. Inside of it is a dead... big... mouse. I'm talking mighty big, bigger than a cell phone. It wouldn't even be close to fitting inside the case in reality. [I've no clue what so ever why someone would store a dead mouse, perhaps because of it's size?]
We finish the food, and stay seated to chat a bit. I see something small hop around in the sofa. A frog! All excited, I follow the frog. BAM! Black cat shows up out of nowhere and eats it. Then I notice that it's sticking out of the cats mouth. But it's not a frog, it's the immense dead mouse!
2) Second dream
I play guitar with someone's father, although not my own. [Can't remember how things turned out, hopefully nothing sexual]
3) Third dream
I'm on a concert in a park in Gothenburg with a friend. Not many there, only two lines of people.
I somehow manage to start a mosh pit and get a lot of stick from a woman in the security, who turns out to be an old teacher of mine, possibly preschool. I enjoy the first song of the concert, performed by a solo guitarist with marshall rigs behind him, only to find that my friend is missing. I found him sitting on a bench in the park, talking to two alcoholics.
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Unique Exam
Two friends and I are sitting in the examination room, waiting for the exam to start... then it strikes me. I've got to take a dump. Immediately. One problem, though. One is not allowed to leave the room for an hour! MAJOR CRISIS! What do I do? I know! I gently squeeze it out just a little bit to ease the pressure, then I can suck it back in. Foolproof plan. Until I realize that I don't have any pants or underwear. Now, I'm not really sure if I was the only one writing the exam in the nude (imagine the looks), but now I've got yet another problem. There are dookie marks on my seat. Instinctively, I grab a brown towel (suiting colour, I guess) and wipe it off, then I escape the room completely unnoticed. I hope.
Strange feeling when I woke up that day, wasn't sure if I'd had an 'accident' in my sleep but luckily it was merely a dream.
Strange feeling when I woke up that day, wasn't sure if I'd had an 'accident' in my sleep but luckily it was merely a dream.
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