The boy in the Striped Pajamas

Last night I watched the movie "The boy in the striped pajamas." It was powerful. Extremely powerful. It infiltrated my dreams.

I kept replaying the last scenes over and over. On top of that, I changed it a bit. There was a boy who was living in a different time. I couldn't say if it was the past or future, but it was strange and odd. He had to run away from authority. He kept using his quick wits and cunning to get out of difficult situations. He hid in a can. He kept finding friends who would help him out. But the scene kept replaying over and over also. It was so detailed but I can't remember the details at the moment.

Mish Mosh

I won an emmy award. I was the last one to win and I was waiting my turn to stand up in front of the press. Most of the press was gone by this time. I stood up and thanked them. They asked me what I wanted to do next. It turns out I won the emmy for a commercial. I didn't know what I wanted to do next. This one reporter kept asking me a question but I couldn't understand her. I kept asking her to repeat herself and thought it would be rude to go on to a different reporter. There were so many lights it was like being on stage where you know people are out there but you can't really see them. To do anything more would mean I'd have to move and I didn't want to move. I was wearing my coat over my dress the whole time and didn't even realize it.

Then I was in a store and watching a family - third person - who was getting ready for an engagement party. They were going to fake kidnap the bride and groom and they were getting all their supplies from a hardware store. They were just standing by the checkout counter, talking and laughing the whole time.

Then I was in charge of the haunted house - Bloodview - again. I had all these supplies I had to buy and had forgotten about and the room was about 1/3 the size of what it is now. I had nowhere to store costumes or makeup or anything. Our first night was a good night. In my dream I painted my face up like a bird and dipped my hair in the makeup to color it. It was a great look.

Then I was going out on a boat or ride with some friends to go find a restaurant but the dream gets hazy around this time.

Training and a Bus Ride

I should have blogged this morning because now I've forgotten a lot of it, but here it goes:

I was part of a group - fraternity or a campus group of some sort. We were the underdogs - just like in all of the movies. We were supposed to go to the olympics of some sort. I remember that we were in a room and we kept practicing rhythmic gymnastics. I was wondering why we weren't doing the regular gymnastics. We were using the ribbon for most of it but were incorporating some other elements as well. I kept saying that I was older and wasn't as flexible anymore so it wasn't going to work. We also had a lot of problems with our funding.

Next thing changed to me riding a bus with G. It was a city bus and we had to pick up Little One. I had no phone or purse with me but we had to get to the airport or some other place with a time deadline. I asked the driver to stop since she was passing up the street I was going to and her next stop was miles away. At first she wouldn't but then, a few streets later, she decided to stop for me. I wasn't even sure Little One was there because I had no phone or way to contact anyone.

Hospitals and Fake Superheros

The dream starts off in a hospital emergency area. It's old-fashioned, with small doors and white, billowy curtains everywhere. There's a girl I know in a bed and she's there for some treatment for pain she's having. I'm also there for treatment. An Epipen gone wrong or something like that. I was sitting in the bed by my friend and her mom but then get really tired so I go to my hospital room and lie in bed and doze off. The doctor's come in to check on the girl and she's doing fine so they let her go. They come to look at me. There's 3 doctors, all older men. They're talking about me and I can hear them but I'm so tired that I don't say anything. They start to get worried because I'm not moving. They say I look sallow. They're starting to get real worried but they leave the room. I turn over onto my side or make some kind of movement and it eases their worry. Afterwards I take all this junk food and cake stuff and throw it all in the garbage can. I know that's what made me sick and I start just throwing everything away.

The dream shifts to a gymnasium of sorts. There's people everywhere. The MC is asking around the room for people's superhero names. Some are good, others are pathetic and he shoos them away. I have what mine should be "Hunter Steele" (emphasis on the silent e at the end) and, after the MC chose his last few people he was going to call on -- I was the last -- the girl right before me chose the last name of Steel (no silent e at the end) and I had to think of something super quick because it was almost my turn and I wanted to be chosen.

That's when I woke up.

And the Winner is.....

I was sitting at a bar and I received a letter. G had won a contest. He won a trip for 2 to New York. There were vouchers for flight and hotel. I got worried, though, because he had also won another trip for 4 and we were going to be taking that and I didn't want them to overlap. I kept looking at the letter and it was a plastic card that said $250 and there was a picture of an airplane. I was worried the flight would be more then that but was told not to worry. I kept trying to read the fine print.

Then, G and I were walking in a countryside setting. It felt like we were back in the "old west". There were people shooting at targets, but there was no rhyme or reason to where the targets were set up. I couldn't understand how no one was shot, but they weren't. We were walking up the side of a very tall mountain. There were train tracks everywhere that they used like stepping stones. It was a mish mosh scene, out of place and out of time. I was talking to the head of the group and I know a lot had happened at this place but I can't remember all of what it was. Some of it had a negative feeling but the dream, overall, had a positive feeling.

An Accident

I was at a family's house watching the children for them. I was on the phone with J.B., snogging on the phone. I think at one point in the past we had slept in a bed naked together but nothng happened. The children were eating, it was some kind of holiday, and the older girl got a bit freaked out. I got off the phone and started explaining to them. The girl said it couldn't be anything because I have 2 little kids at home, but I left anyway. I was driving along and there were some old ladies coming out of a house and crossing the street. I stopped for them to let them cross and waived them along. I looked in my rearview mirror and there was an elderly lady driving and she was looking down and didn't see me stopped at all. I took my foot off the brake and she slammed into me. All in all, there were 4 cars in the accident. The car with the old lady was crushed into a small box. Nancy D was there and had seen everything. I had my phone out and tried to call 911 - I pressed a button for it, but it called my mom instead. I didn't recognize any of the streets at all. I was dazed and confused and my insides hurt. I think I drove away because I went home. I tried calling J.B., I think he was in afghanistan, but all the numbers on my phone had disappeared. Dave was waiting for me and he was furious. He didn't know about the accident and he didn't know that I tried to call the police but couldn't get through to them.

I was at a bridal shower. It was on the front lawn of someone's house. I was taking pictures. I had to keep walking in and out of the house and there was a small table with someone's information on it - it looked like Q's but I think it was Paul's. They did the hair and makeup. The hair of the bride to be was 2 stories tall. There were 3 wigs in all and they were all connected. There were ribbons weaving in and out of it and the hair was woven in and out. She could walk out of one wig and then just step into another. There was something significant about the house - either location or design or the people there, but it eludes me now.

Then the dream switches. I was in line at a McDonald's but they were taking orders like at Wendy's. There were a lot of people in line. There was an Israeli scout. We started talking and then we were on a trip together. It was kind of like a scavenger hunt but it was also a school. I couldn't get my phone to work. I kept getting clues but then I lost them and I couldn't figure out how to turn in my homework. We were in Venice at one point and then driving around San Francisco except that it looked like the part of San Diego that has that really good pattiserie. All the storefronts were completely vacant, there was not one store open.