My apartment has temporal issues.

I fell asleep reading the second book of The Hunger Games Series and I'm not entirely sure where the book left off and my dream began (and I suppose I won't be sure until I pick up the book later today to read).

I also had some sort of dream that involved some temporal issues and a peppermint bark (delicious delicious chocolate goodnesss) store. I was there with a friend that was younger than me. She was telling the shop owner about how she was a surgeon, despite her age. The shop owner looked to me for confirmation and I said something like "oh yes. I've assisted her on many surgeries, though she's been a surgeon much longer than I've been her assistant". I don't know why. The shop keeper bought it and we both left the mall (that this peppermint bark store was in) to head home.

I was walking up the three flights of stairs to my apartment, trying not to knock over the bikes that people had decided to lock up perpendicular to the line of travel up the stairs when I noticed a really strong weed smell (while this is Austin, it is uncommon that people smoke outdoors where other people might see/smell them) and knew that my roommates were smoking despite my almost constant arguments with them about it. I got inside and the temporal issues that were happening in the store were also happening in my apartment. Walls were shifting, and sometimes conversations would go in reverse, only to continue again exactly as they were before, forwards. At one point, we were all arguing and fell into the sea, where there was only a rocky outcropping for us to hold onto while we waited to be back in the apartment. For some reason, this was not in any way shocking and when we got back to the apartment, I stormed out and slammed the door behind me.

I went out to the communal porch area and asked one of the guys smoking weed if I could have a hit. He told me that I could have as much as I wanted and handed me a huge joint... like fascist dictator cigar sized joint and told me to leave whatever I didn't finish in the ash tray as he'd come out later to get it. I started to take one hit and my alarms started going off.

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1. I am obsessively fascinated with dreams.
2. However, I am not particularly interested in what they mean, or how they relate to the stars or anything of that nature (though I will admit to the brain creating symbolism?)

3. I regularly wake up and freak out about where I am, because my dreams are so vivid.

4. I am currently studying technical theatre at the University of Texas

5. I like to create. I often find myself building/painting/arranging things simply for aesthetic value.

6. I am a fairly talented welder.

7. I eat Ramen noodles even when my bank account actually has money in it, though I don't particularly enjoy them.

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Don't read too much before bed...

If you haven't read The Hunger Games Series, I definitely recommend them.

I dreamed I was in a tournament just like in the first book of the series. It was kill or be killed and the government was watching. Actually, the entire world was watching it as a television series, though unlike in the books, the people watching didn't know it was real... they just thought it was another show. I never ran into the other contestants, thankfully, because I was terrified. I had my ipad and was trying desperately to get into contact with Boyfriend and parents... anyone really. I didn't know where I was, but I couldn't help but think I was in Nebraska.

I thought, "I'm going to die here" and woke up. While snoozing I kept having snippets of dreams that were press releases, I think, about my disappearance, and the actions of the other contestants. My theatrical rigging professor, Rusty, was one of the reporters and I was pretty sure that he was on my side (and perhaps because he knew me, he realized it wasn't just a television show?)

Either way, weird one.

That hammer is terrifying

I had made it through the first few rounds of a cooking/serving competition. I was feeling great about my chances for winning when the next round of patrons was announced. I would be serving Thor and his hundreds of workers/family members. I spent all the time between finding out I would be cooking for/waiting on Thor and arriving at the competition that night trying to convince myself that it was okay, "he is only a god", and other such nonsense. I was meeting Thor. Not only that, but I had to impress him to win this competition that I'd been working so very hard to win.

When the time came for the competition, he and his servants were all busy working on whatever it is the people the work for Thor do (some seemed to be designing cars, others hunting with him, and still others were just mining/landscaping). There were hundreds of them. I decided to begin with Thor and his hunting buddies and with my back to the forest that they were all staring into, I introduced myself and tried to get a feel for what he might enjoy.

After talking for a few minutes, I relaxed: Thor was a pretty cool guy and I was fairly certain I could make it out of this alive (and possibly even win!). I turned and glanced at the forest while I was heading back to the kitchen; they were hunting Impundulu, lightning birds in the South African mythos that are man sized and can summon lightning/thunder. I was overtaken with how powerful these people were and how easily they could kill me.... how little I mean to these people.

The first few courses went fine, and I slowly got used to being in charge of hoards of people in a kitchen while cooking for a god. It came time for coffee and Thor recommended I serve the people in the mines first, as they were working extremely hard. When I went to serve them (in their super fancy glasses of obsidian, sitting on obsidian plates) I realized the plates would make the coffee glasses much more likely to tip over into the void and began trying to decide if I should just skip the plates for everyone, or just for the miners. I didn't want points taken off because I was being cautious and my serving wasn't uniform. I didn't want to skip the plates for everyone because they really tied everything together.

I approached Thor at his desk and began babbling my problem towards him, while trying to sound like a reasonable person that didn't need to be destroyed with lightning. He laughed at my predicament, a laughter that shook everything around and made me worry for the people down in the mines. It wasn't a demeaning laugh or anything like that though, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. I was going to skip the plates for the miners (for the safety of the food) and serve everyone else with the plates.

Turns out, Thor loved the coffee so much that I won the competition.
My prize? A trip to the Yggdrasil. Victory.

Coding Competition and Medieval Five Guys

I was working on some sort of project with my friends, though I wasn't on the team, I was just helping them out. They needed a way to get code (as in computer programming) to them without having technology too close because of the rules of the competition or whatever was going on. I helped them create a series of mirrors that allowed for them to see the code that I could input from farther away and they'd be able to communicate via walkie-talkie if I made some sort of mistake.

We were feeling mighty victorious and decided to go to Five Guys to get dinner. It was a medieval-themed Five Guys, which didn't seem weird to me at all in the dream. Dorian, Anne, and I were standing in line talking about the mirror system and how I would be able to code the more complicated parts of the competition. They didn't realize that I'd been coding for years (I absolutely haven't) and that I was probably better at it then either of them.

There was more, but snoozing destroyed my hopes of remembering all the bits of dreamy wandering.

Blue Mountain Coffee

I was working as a live-in nanny for some family that I didn't really like. Boyfriend brought me a cup of the best coffee in the world while I was at work  and the family asked me to clock out because I was enjoying the coffee too much. I just stared at the mother and said something along the lines of "really? I can't even enjoy a fucking cup of coffee?". She looked as if she realized how shitty it was of her, and was trying desperately to avoid eye contact. I couldn't believe how ridiculous she was being, and quit.


I know, I know... I've been a terrible person and haven't really been updating, but i haven't been dreaming! Sorry kids!

Canadian Realty and Class

I was walking down one of the roads flanking that small park in downtown Nola with two people that I knew, though not very well. We were talking about Canadian realty; I was incorrectly under the impression that to sell property in Canada, one had to take a three-hour class. They thought this was hilarious (much the same way I react to people asking things like "do you ride a horse to school?") and were telling me about the actual process to become a licensed realtor and I was worried that they were going to make me late for class.

I finally made it to class and perched in my chair, essentially standing up with my feet on the seat then crouching down and resting my chin on my knees. I was listening intently to the professor, but looking around the room at the people. I remember thinking briefly that the class was going to be a dull one, when my junior high band teacher walked in and started addressing the class; he was a co-professor of sorts. I was giving the person next to me a laundry list of reasons why he was a terrible teacher and our historic yelling match in class in jr high when i woke up to my alarm.