Showing posts with label Beyonce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beyonce. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Celebrity Filled Nights

I have been dreaming the last few nights but I've chosen not to post them.  I had some intense dreams of fighting with family and people that I love... so I've chosen not to share them.

Three nights ago...

I found myself in a forest with a river.  It looked like there was a music video being filmed in a nearby tree and Beyonce and Michelle Williams were suspended by wires and dangling sexily from it.  They were wearing neutral colors and singing... that's all.

Two nights ago...

I was traveling somewhere that in my dream told me was Haiti.  It was terrible.  I traveled around the country with my friend Chrissy and we both knew the country was very unstable.  We walked through a rocky desert to a stand that sold fruit and drinks.  I was dying of thirst but I didn't have exact change so the woman at the stand got really mad at me.  Suddenly, we were overtaken by men with guns and Chrissy pulled me to safety.  Gun fire went back and forth between the masked men on a vehicle and the woman and her family at the food stand.  As quickly as it came, it went.  Chrissy and I were left without a way to get around or understand where we were going so she and I started walking away as quickly as we could talking about how crazy the world was and how everyone was ridiculous.  Not such a difference from real life...

Last night...
I don't remember much of my first dream except that I was chasing after Joel McHale.  My husband's favorite show is Community and the last few weeks we've been watching episodes before we go to bed.  I think somehow I've developed a crush on him as I spent all night lusting after him in my dreams.  I remember talking to him and us expressing interest in each other but never actually being in the same place to be able to hang out.  As a married woman, this makes me feel super guilty knowing I spent most of my night chasing after him!  I blame Josh!  The weird thing is that in my dreams, I always remember my morals.  Like, even though I was chasing after Joel, I somehow felt a small voice saying, "don't do anything..."  I like to think my conscience still knows what's going on in my dreams but my brain doesn't listen to it.  The most awkward part of all of this was that my husband was in my dream too but appeared as his 21 year old self.  He had gauged ears and a baby face.  I felt really weird seeing him in my dream while also lusting after "Jeff Winger."  Ugh.

At some point I woke up in the night then I fell back asleep...

In the next part of my dream, I saw Gwen Stefani.  She was shorter than I thought and had pink hair wrapped up in a hat.  She walked into a bathroom/dressing room thing and I looked at Josh and said, "Is that her?!"  he nodded and encouraged me to go so I gave him my coat so I could stalk her.  By the time I turned around to go after her, there were people blocking the door.  For some reason, I thought there was a door into the girls room from the mens room so without hesitation, I walked into the mens room.  There were men around, doing their business at urinals when there was a loud bang behind me.  A guy dressed in green spandex with spiky green hair hurled a laser beam/force field in my direction.  The rest of the dream was a blur but it was a blur of me in a sweet black Tron type outfit doing ninja kicks, dodging lasers, and generally kicking butt.  I impressed my husband as he stood on the side and watched me slay the bad guy.  In the end, I saw Gwen and she talked to me about the crazy ninja dude.  Pretty cool.  

Josh's assessment of my dreams is that 1)  I'm in love with Joel McHale because I had 1 other dream about him months ago.  2)  I'm much more athletic in my dreams than real life.  Hmm...  I just like that I consistently dream about Josh and that I know where he is... even in my dreams.  

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Shock waves

Last night I could NOT fall asleep. My bed seems uncomfortable, then my pillows, then my shoulders, then my back. Is this part of getting old?! Anyways, I didn't fall asleep till around 3-4am last night. I wonder if when I go to sleep has an effect on my dreams....

I was in a battlefield! I was walking around what seemed like an auditorium and classrooms when myself and a crowd of about 200 people heard strange noises outside. It was dark and windy... Suddenly, a loud noise pierced the air and a shock wave came rippling towards us. Other people didn't seem to see it put I knew it would do damage so I ran to stand behind a building and told others to do the same. They just stood and watched though... As the shock wave came through the air, it picked people up off their feet and tossed them around before dropping them. I held on tight to where I was as I realized that all those people were dead.

After the wave passed, I ran through various scenes that all had the same result. I would get inside a building as a spot to rest while running on foot, when there would be a sound that signified whatever beast it was was there. There would be flashes of light and then dead people all over the ground. After running for what seemed like hours, I found myself at my cousin's house and tried to warn them. As we all came together, I saw 4 different girls in my family who were wearing wedding dresses and somehow we all knew we would be a target so everyone split it different directions. Almost instantly I could hear people screaming and knew whatever it was was getting close. I decided to hide instead of outrun it. I dove inside a small closet and covered myself in blankets. I could hear something approaching and the door opened and suddenly, Beyonce popped out of the other side of the closet and yelled some kind of spell! She was a witch! She hit a death eater of sorts and we ran out together. She taught me a bunch of spells and helped each other get away. It was crazy. I never actually saw what it was that was trying to hurt everyone...

Note: I have received some questions about what Beyonce was like. She wasn't Sasha Fierce, she was herself. Her skin was dirty and he hair all crazy... yet she was wearing a gray tank top and sparkly blue hot pants. Kinda wish she was also able to teach me how to make my booty bounce like in the Crazy in Love video...