In my dreams, I get fired and throw gravel at people

I wholly disapprove of the dream I just woke up from...there really are no words...

Number one - I was fired and went to work at Fresno State on a temporary basis. Thank goodness I actually knew people there or I might have been screwed. But it appeared I was working in some sort of secret job, where maybe I was investigating something. As we toured around campus, which looked suspiciously like a wild animal park, we saw seals and walruses and even a giraffe. Yeah. Okay. Then I sat down at a desk and the gal I was working with asked me to call a restaurant and get some information, so I did. And it was fine, and very bizarre. 

Number two - The person who fired me was still my friend, and we were hanging out at someone's house, but he was better friends with someone else, and it was completely awkward and awful...like I was being pushed out. We were sitting on the couch and this other person was sitting between us, and they were talking quietly so I could hear just enough, but then they'd stop when they realized I could hear them. Apparently in this dream we were actually in junior high...goodness.

Number three - This same former boss/friend and I were then touring the house and lamenting how crowded it was and making suggestions about how we would change it. I remember that the kitchen counter actually had two sets of stove burners, and I suggested they should get a cover for one if they weren't going to remove it, because it was taking up a lot of counter space. Apparently in this dream I was also an interior designer? Whatever. Moments later we were standing at the fridge in this house (still not sure who owned the house) and he got very excited by some ice cream in the freezer, then yelled for some teenage kid who came and indulged in the ice cream too. No idea who owned the kid either.

Number four - I was walking on a gravel path with this same person, and he was talking to someone else about how awkward it was since he'd had to fire me, and I got really mad and picked up a handful of gravel and threw it. At people. People who weren't even involved but just happened to be walking by. I tried to apologize to one of the men it hit, and naturally, he was really angry. I started to apologize to the other man, but my former boss/friend pulled me back and told me to not say any more.

And then I woke up.

Apparently, in my subconscious, I'm afraid I'm going to get fired, have to go work in a zoo in Fresno and will lose my friend and become an angry gravel-thrower. Wow. This is not good information.

In my dreams, I laugh hysterically with Brian Austin Green

There wasn't a whole lot to this dream, but the Brian Austin Green portion stood out enough for me to feel like I should share.

The dream started with some sort of camp scene where I was in a van being driven up a mountain with some other friends, and it was one of those scary vans that may or may not make it across a street, much less up a mountain, but we made it and I was never so happy to be out of the van in my life. There were some kids around, and I'm still not clear if I was working at the camp or attending it. I do remember a discussion about headphones and music, but even that's a little blurry.

At one point in this dream I was walking through a canyon with a couple of kids and a couple of adults...at another point I was walking up to a registration desk of sorts...at another point I was recalling driving up Casper Mountain (in Wyoming). That's where I went to Girl Scout camp in grade school. Yeah. Crazy that I was thinking about it...even crazier that I went...but that's another story...

The dream ended with a bunch of people sitting around in chairs, and as I walked into the chair area - seems like they were outside to start with - a bunch of people started moving around so that I could sit together with the people I walked in with, but I had no interest in that and sat on the end of the row of chairs. That's when Mr. Green (Mr. Austin Green?) showed up. He slid down next to me and we started talking and laughing. Laughing hysterically. I have no idea what we were talking about to start with but then we were on a train, still sitting in the chairs and were mocking the people around us who were suddenly transformed into drunken idiots. Seriously. 

And then I woke up...and now I sorta want to watch this movie: This Time Around.

In my dreams, Todd Carey has blond highlights and I wear a wedding dress

Yeah, so, I had another one of those totally random dreams where the parts were completely disconnected from each other. I do remember that I fell asleep watching The Big Chill so maybe that has something to do with the crazy? It's possible I'm just crazy.

Part I - Todd Carey

So, in the dream, I was visiting Todd at his house...more like an apartment...and actually, I think it was his mom's house/apartment. Not that I have any sort of idea what type of residence Todd or his mom live in...but I digress. Anyway...there were Christmas decorations everywhere, but it wasn't Christmas; not even close to Christmas actually, and I thought it was odd. I sat down in a recliner chair, and Todd's mom was on a couch. And she was very sad, like some tragedy had occurred, but I wasn't sure what. Then Todd came in and his hair had blond highlights - not a good look to be honest. And he was sad too. And I felt bad, but I didn't know what to say. No words were spoken and then the scene morphed.

Part II - Wedding Dress

In this part of the dream, I was in a bedroom, and was wearing an orange dress, but put on a wedding dress over it and was dancing around the room with my dad. I'm not sure if we were practicing for a dance or what, but it was strange, and I didn't seem to be enjoying it. The scene shifted, and I remember there was a cat on the bed, near a box of stuff, and then there was a lot of stuff on the bed...and it seemed like I was supposed to be doing something with it. Then I stepped out, then back, and the stuff was gone with the exception of one box. And in the box was a garter, and I was in the wedding dress again, still over the orange dress. And I just sat down with the box and the garter and wondered what was supposed to happen next.

Seriously. What is wrong with my brain?

In my dreams, I teach science with a slinky

Oh dear. Waking up from a dream in which I was a teacher is bad enough, but the fact that I was teaching some sort of science? So far from reality I can't even tell you.

So in this dream, I remember driving up to a school that was new, but yet, sort of run down. And the woman taking me to my classroom leads me down a flight of stairs, then around a corner, then into an elevator that takes us up one floor and then tells me the next elevator is around the corner, but I just skip it because it seems too weird and walk up the rest of the stairs. Seriously. It was like the Winchester School of Mystery Elevators.

I get to the classroom and it's clearly a room built for science, with lab tables and beakers and such, and so I look around a bit before the kids show up, and then they come. And they're smallish - maybe 4th or 5th grade I'd guess, and I literally have no idea what I'm doing. So I devise an ice breaker wherein I ask them to say their name, what their favorite part of summer was and what they're most looking forward to in school. And it starts off okay, but then more kids come, and soon there aren't enough places to sit, and I'm highly annoyed by it, but the kids keep talking, saying their nams, etc. and soon it all evens out. I single out one boy to work on a solo project and it keeps him occupied throughout the dream. I have no idea what he was doing, but there were all sorts of things in a giant sink and he was completely engaged - I guess that's a good thing, right?

At one point, another teacher shows up - an older man who is clearly experienced and entertained by my level of newness. He pulls out a slinky - yes. A slinky. And puts it next to a tape recorder which also amplifies its sound. And so we all hear the slinky movement as it walks back and forth. But I don't seem to approve and go dig in my locker - oh yes, I had a locker - and find a purple plastic slinky instead. I suppose that would actually be called a spring coil since slinky is really a brand name, but I digress. I bring the man the plastic slinky and amazingly, it makes the sound I was looking for. Yeah. It makes no sense to me either.

For some reason, I leave the classroom and go down the hall where I'm suddenly in a living room of some sort, and it appears to be that of my parents or grandparents, and my grandmother is there looking at pictures and random collectibles sitting on some circa 1974 glass shelves. And she's really sad, but when my mom asks her why, she can't say. And then I'm back in the classroom and suddenly there's no power. And I open the door and realize that there's some sort of fire alarm but we didn't hear it in our room. So I tell everyone to get in line and we proceed to leave the room. But then a few minutes later we're back and kids are just sitting around - in desks, not at the lab tables, which appear to have gone by the wayside - waiting for me to dismiss them, only they're older now, but very patient...like they've been waiting a long time for me to say it's okay to go. So I tell them they can leave, and then, I wake up.

Really? Really???? 

I took science in junior high and high school, and some of it I really enjoyed...Mr. Vasek's Physics class, Mr. Abelson's Chemistry class...but as a general rule, science and I do not mix. And teaching? Oh good grief. That is never something I wanted to do. I admire teachers and have several friends that are teachers. Never would I want to be one. 

So no idea where this dream came from. I recall falling asleep watching A Knight's Tale, so I can't imagine this seeped in from that. If I'd been watching Weird Science, I could totally understand. 

Ah well...there it is...another look at the land of crazy that my brain resides in...