Nap Dream

[hells_half_acre]

It's The May Two-Four here in Canada (otherwise known as Victoria Day). So, although I'm self-employed and federal holidays mean nothing to me, I decided to slack off like crazy today. I woke up long enough to check my email and have breakfast, and then I had a nap.

I dreamt that I was living in a semi-basement apartment, with a bedroom window that looked out onto a busy street with lots of foot-traffic. So, I could usually see people from the waist down. An old friend had made me a shirt, so I stood away from the window in order to try it on. Just as I was about to take off my bra, Howard from The Big Bang Theory and Jared Padalecki walked by my window. I heard Howard say "Oh my god! This actually works!" and I looked and they were peering through my window...to look at my dresser mirror, which was reflecting the mirror that I was standing in front of...so, even though I wasn't standing by the window, they could still see everything.

Smiling, I walked over and flipped them off. Jared looked horrified and stood up and walked away briskly, pulling Howard with him. Then I felt bad, because I wasn't really that offended...and in retrospect, I should have just treated them to a show. :P

Later, a very gorgeous black-haired woman came by and I told her about it. And I said, "The stupid thing is that if they wanted to see my breasts, all they had to do was ask!" and she said "Can I see your breasts?" and so I showed them to her. She nodded. And then gave me a demon in a cage and a basket of sandwiches to keep in my closet until the next day. My closet already had two cats living in it. They were sleeping on top of my old-fashioned typewriter. 

I have no idea what any of that means - but it was certainly entertaining.

Comments

[mekina.livejournal.com]

That's an entertaining dream! I never remember my dreams, so even though I probably dream about Supernatural/Jared and/or Jensen, I have no idea what happens in said dreams. XD

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

I usually don't remember my dreams that often. I remember nap-dreams better, but I don't actually nap that much.

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

HA! That's kinda awesome. I don't remember my dreams often and they're seldom full of hotties. *snap*

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Haha, glad you enjoyed. ;)

I don't dream of hotties nearly as often as I'd like to.

[nerthus.livejournal.com]

Maybe I've been over-saturated (if that's even possible!) with J2 lately from the cons and the season finale, but I've had 2 dreams within the past week with the boys in them. In one dream it was only Jared and he was younger, like back in season 1; and in the dream I was only about 18 (not my actual, SLIGHTLY older age of cough! cough!...ahem...). Anyway, in the dream I lived on some kind of farm in a rural area with just a small town nearby, and Jared was making a movie on our farm for whatever reason. There was a huge crew and lots of gawkers and so forth and my friends from the small town kept wanting me to introduce them to Jared because he and I became friends while he was filming on my dad's land. I had a crush on him and he included me in all the crew stuff and hung out with me and it was just fun. In the second dream I entered this town and my car suddenly broke down and they told me I couldn't leave town or have my car back (I took it to be fixed somewhere there) till I read at least part of all these books to people in town. So I had to go to this library and they gave me a big old red wagon full of all kinds of books and told me to pull it around town asking people if I could read to them. I think I had to get everyone I read to to sign a paper to prove I read from all these books. Anyway, hardly anyone would stop and let me read to them, and I was getting tired and frustrated and just wanted to leave but couldn't go past part of the town, it all just faded to this gray blob past the town. So I headed back to the library to beg the lady there to give me more interesting books than the dull ones she'd put in my wagon, and she was a mean old biddy and said no; but then suddenly Jared and Jensen came into the library and they took my side and started begging the old harpy to give me some easy kid books so I could get done faster; again they were both younger than they are now, and they were acting kinda dorky and silly and definitely charmed that old lady cause she ended up giving me a bunch of Dr. Seuss books,ha. Jared grabbed one (pretty sure it was The Lorax, ha) and got very animated and flashed those dimples and said it was his fave Seuss book and Jensen said no, Green Eggs and Ham was classic and I should read that one to them so they could sign off on me reading to 2 more people. They were being flirty both with me and with each other, ha, and I was just about to read one of the books when it all just ended, sigh; I THINK I grabbed Green Eggs and Ham but I guess we'll never know. Sorry, dream Jared! After that the dream segued into some weird dream where this furry, bearish-looking critter kept following me everywhere telling bad jokes and it wouldn't go away. I have no idea, sigh...

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Hahaa, that second one is kind of hilarious and adorable. Our minds are such funny places.

[nerthus.livejournal.com]

Yep, well I teach prek and read several Seuss books to my kiddos last week, so no real mystery there why those were stuck in my head, ha; I guess alongside reading too much J2 gossip as well, it was inevitable the two things would cross paths in my dreams! I still don't get the joke-telling furry thing, however...I think it was mostly knock-knock jokes, too, which I find so annoying because little kids in my class are always trying to tell them to me and NEVER get them right, ha!

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

That's probably the case. My dreams never seem to have anything to do with what is going on in my life.

One thing that I find hilarious though is that, if I get really angry in a dream, the dream will automatically shift to being about Harry Potter until I calm down. It's like my mind has decided that Harry Potter is my happy place. :P

[nerthus.livejournal.com]

Ha, that's great. My dreams usually don't make any kind of sense, I was surprised those two actually had some sort of coherent story line, ha! Lately I keep having dreams where I'm trapped in some tall, crumbling old building made of concrete, with very narrow, uneven corridors with flaking paint and moldy ceilings; usually in the dreams there are these men up ahead of me and I know somehow that I'm the only female in the building and for some reason these men don't like me and blame me for something. I always end up following the sound of their voices, calling out to them to please wait and show me the way out, but they only wait long enough for me to see them reach several narrow doorways set into one wall; they all look at me and laugh derisively before slipping through the doorways and pulling them shut behind them. When I rush over to try each door, they've sealed over and I can't open them. The building is very tall, with many many floors, but at the same time it feels very claustrophobic and ominous and I always feel panicky and trapped. It's one of those kinds of dreams where you KNOW you're heading into it and some part of you, even asleep, is like 'NOOO, not this again!!' but then BOOM!, there you are in those awful, deteriorating corridors trying to get the hell out of there. Ugh. Only once did it change slightly, I somehow managed to dart into this elevator that suddenly appeared for one guy and get inside before it disappeared; somehow I ended up wedged on the ceiling up in one corner and he didn't see me, so I made it down to the ground floor at last and for some reason I had to wade across this huge fountain with about a foot of water in it and a big old ugly mermaid and some fake concrete ocean waves I had to clamber over. I got to the other side and could see blessed daylight through these big glass doors, but when I tried to get to them these cleaning ladies suddenly appeared on the steps leading to the doors and started scrubbing them and laughing at me and saying I was stupid to think I could be downstairs at all, much less go outside. They said now things were only going to get WORSE for me when I got taken back upstairs, and I was trying to appeal to them to be kind and help me escape but then it ended. All the other times I dream this I never even get downstairs, sigh.

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

That. Is one amazing dream!

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that's distressing.

It's sort of like my dream about the light-switches...or the dreams I have where I can't wake up (in the dream). It's very much that feeling of "oh crap, no, not this again."

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Thanks :P

[nerthus.livejournal.com]

Light switches? My sis has this recurring dream where she's walking down a deserted street at dusk and hears this low, ominous growling behind her. She said in the dream she is always walking past an abandoned car and in the side mirror she can see three huge black demonic dogs stalking up behind her with foam dripping off their jaws and red glowing eyes. She knows if she turns and looks at them they'll jump her and if she runs they'll chase her down and tear her apart, so she has to just keep walking very slowly and deliberately to keep them at that same slow, deliberate pace a few feet behind her. But as she is walking it's getting darker and darker and the street just starts stretching out further and further with no end and she gets this terrible feeling of doom and despair and realizes she is in Hell somehow and this will never end. I'm surprised she likes Supernatural after such dreams! She was bitten by a big dog as a child and maybe that has something to do with it, but who knows?

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Interesting. The only time I've dreamt of growling dogs, I was sleeping in the same room as my dad...who was snoring. :P

Light switches...I used it for one of my Sherlock fics, actually. But basically, I'm someone moves all the light switches and I have to find them in the dark, but the furniture has usually been rearranged as well. Also, whenever I do find a switch, the lights are so bright that my eyes clamp shut out of reflex and I can't open them. So, effectively, no matter whether I succeed or fail, I am always blind.

[nerthus.livejournal.com]

Ouch, painful and creepy simultaneously! That story scenario sounds familiar, now I've gotta go track your fic down and read it again to jog my memory! I've been on a Sherlock kick again, so frustrating to have to wait so long for any new eps!! I still love SPN, too, but I guess my once-raging ardor for the series has sputtered down to a quiet ember that doesn't find it all that difficult to wait till October for season 8. Sherlock, however, I would LOVE to see tomorrow!! I guess I needed something else to refuel my fannish flames, and I've enjoyed Sherlock and Mtv's "Teen Wolf" and am looking forward to its second season in what, two weeks?! Yay!! Anyway, I've enjoyed chatting with you about dreams and such!

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

The fic is appropriately called "The Switches."

My love for other shows does not diminish my love for SPN. I'm actually quite content to wait for Sherlock, because I know when it finally arrives, it'll be amazing. And, I'm content to have some time off of Supernatural, because it means that I get my Friday nights and Saturdays back - which makes it much easier for me to go visit my mother for a month. :P

I have a really low-attention span for one-hour shows, so the fact that I'm not completely bored of SPN yet is a minor miracle. It didn't even have that strong of a season, but I'm still interested in tuning in next year. Usually, I only last one or two seasons of a show at most, and then I just don't care anymore. I have to be careful about saying that on the internet though, because people tend to interpret it as an attack on the show that they love...even when I explain that it's not a fault with the show, it's a fault with ME.

Anyway, yeah! Good chat! ;)

[nerthus.livejournal.com]

Yay, now I can find the story and read it tomorrow! Or re-read it, as I'm almost sure I've read it...geez, I read too many fanfics, they get jumbled sometimes!! And I get what you're saying; maybe it's because I'm OLD now (okay, I admit it, 50 next month!! HOW, universe? HOW AM HALF A FREAKING CENTURY OLD, IS THIS EVEN REAL?!!!); but I find myself having massive attention span problems lately (menopause, my older female relatives all say in dire tones; no matter what my malady or complaint is these days, in their book it can ALL be attributed to MENOPAUSE creeping up on me, sigh). My latest fandom fail is with "Game of Thrones" on HBO; did great all last season, avidly watched every ep...THIS season, just COULD NOT DO IT. Brain COULD NOT pay attention to ANY of it, sigh. So yeah, I get you. Anyway, gotta let my dog out for his night time tinkle before bed, have a great evening, ha!! (I promise, I'm truly done harassing you now!!)

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Isn't that always the way? I bet before you were 50, whenever you got emotional, they blamed it on PMS. :P You can never catch a break from "woman problems."

If the attention span DOES go during menopause though, I shudder to think what I'll be like. I already walk around sometimes with one sock or shoe on, because I got distracted halfway through dressing. :P

Have a good sleep!

[raloria.livejournal.com]

You have the weirdest dreams! :P

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a compliment :P

[mymuseandi.livejournal.com]

LOL That's a crazy dream. But you know, any dream with Jared Padalecki in it can't be a bad dream, I'd say, so I think you're very lucky to have such a dream.

And what happened afterwards with the caged demon and the sandwiches and the kittens and the typewriter - sounds like you just dropped down the rabbit hole, or, in deference to your closet, that you just discovered Narnia. A very psychedelic, Wonderland-ish Narnia, without the Christian references :)

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

A very psychedelic, Wonderland-ish Narnia, without the Christian references :)

... and in a very confined space. :P

The dream actually continued on from there. The things in my closet were for a birthday party that we were having for someone the next day. Dara O'Briain was also performing, but he showed up late and could only do half a set.

But yeah, any dream with Jared is a good dream - I'm just sorry that I made him uncomfortable.