Friday, 22 March 2013

March 22 Nap

I don't ever take this was a surprise. And I dreamed!

I was in a dressing room, discussing my wardrobe for a show/filming. My make-up artist said that I would look like a completely different person after she was done with me, in French. (I don't wear make-up on a daily basis. I rarely wear it for formal occasions too.)

And that was it.

March 19-20, 2013.

I had a dream...that I semi-promptly forgot.


Wednesday, 20 March 2013

March 18-19, 2013

It seemed like I had different dreams, but they were just quick scene changes. Anyway, let's get into it.

Dad and I were going to meet Mom and my sister at Deer Lake in Burnaby. When we got there, it looked different: less gravel for the paths, more overgrown grass, and more hill-y. We eventually found them, closer to the lake, with our dog, Tori, trying to get her into the water. There was a bunker in one of the hills; we went inside to sit, cool down, and talk. Something was happening in the bunker though: men were coming out of nowhere, shouting, like we were at war. We decided to stand up and walk around the bunker, to see what else was inside the hill. While we were walking, the bunker changed into a ferry/cruise ship, the weirdest ship I ever saw. There was a cafeteria and dining tables on the top levels, the rooms/cabins were down in the lower levels. The cafeteria had everything, it looked like a Wonderful Buffet (the one in Bellingham, the only one I've ever been to) and an H-Mart/Asian supermarket mixed together. You could get stuff from the market through the cafe. Before I started exploring the cafe, my sister and I reserved a table for our family, on the top level, closest to the food. A waitress came up to us, saying that she'd keep an eye on the table for us. We thanked her and walked away. I started walking in between the aisles of the market, losing my sister somewhere (she probably walked off on her own adventure), and kept passing the liquid yogurt. (Asians, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. At least, I hope you do.) While I was walking, I noticed that the waitress was working all by herself; she was the only waitress on duty, and she wasn't that attractive. Another weird aspect: she was giving out bath/beach towels to the people dining, like they were their only napkins for the entire time. Anyway, at one point, I was wet, and naked. Don't ask me how because I don't remember. Maybe a lobster tank was involved, but I think I'm making that up. I didn't have a towel, but I wasn't self-conscious. I just covered my breasts and tried to find the closet the waitress went to for the towels. I did, semi-quickly, and dried and covered myself. Then, I went to find the rest of my family. I found my parents, on a lower level, and they said they were saving the table they were sitting at for the family. I told them that I had reserved a table also, and that it was closer to the food. They abandoned their table and started walking with me. All of a sudden, I saw Nat and his family walk into the room. We said hi and hung out together for a bit. At this point, the ship turned into a ferry, the Queen of Nanaimo to be exact, and we forgot about food. The ferry was nearing a berth, and someone in our group said we could wait a little longer to go back to our cars. I said they unload the cars almost right after docking so we should head down now. We were going down to the parking levels when we got lost in the parking lot...and I woke up.

March 17-18, 2013

I had two dreams...

  1. I don't remember this one at all, except that it was a dance/prom at a high school...Yup.
  2. I was at high school. I was in class when some Korean kids were tormenting non-Korean students. The me-self in the dream didn't know, but those Korean kids eventually killed the non-Korean students. I stood up for the kid that was being tormented, and told them that I was half Chinese, half Korean. The girl in the group didn't believe me though because I could understand what she was saying in Korean. (She was speaking in Korean before this, and after I said what ethnicities I was.) The group left, and a man from church came to see what happened. One of the Korean boys pulled out a CD of his pocket, and said that he believed in God, but when the man asks him what's his favourite Christian song, the boy backs away and runs, muttering that he hadn't had a chance to listen to the CD yet. The man sat next to the bullied kid, I'm on the other side of him, and I listen. I start to cry when I hear the kid telling his story with their bullying. I wake up, dry sobbing, because of the dream. [The only thing I got out of that was that I really don't like Koreans...which is kinda true?]

March 16-17, 2013

I'm at Hope Bay.

I think I've told you guys about this place before, and it's been the setting of my dreams before...Or maybe I haven't. Anyway, I definitely mentioned it in one of my 50 facts post on my regular blog ( And maybe later in the future, I'll go into more detail about the connection I have with the place on that blog, but right now, let's get back to the dream.

It was during one of the summer camps, and we all went on a hike, including myself, I was a cabin leader for the girls. When we got back to the camp, we found that dinner wasn't set up. Usually, the kitchen staff set up the tables with glasses and juice and/or water jugs, but there weren't any out. No one was in the kitchen either: no cook and no kitchen staff. Everyone just started to sit down at their cabin tables and talk. Then, for some reason, a few people started bringing out juice jugs from the kitchen, but that was it. Also, continuity error: where did the people come from?? Anyway, I looked around, frustrated, and put it upon myself to set up the tables. I filled up water jugs, bringing them to the tables, as well as plates and salad. I got even more angry because while I was doing this, campers and staff were calling out my name for stuff they needed. They, especially the staff, could've stood up and gotten the stuff themselves, but they didn't. While I was still putting things on tables, people were getting up to get food...and they came back to their tables with food. I was going back and forth from the kitchen, but didn't see any food on the sideboard, so this was confusing to me.
One more, probably insignificant detail for you but important for me, thing to say: the dish pit was set up different from how it actually is at camp. On one of the walls, where a whiteboard actually is, is where the "dirty dishes" counter and sprayer were. Then, the tap was right next to the disinfecting machine, when it should've been on the next wall.
The last thing I remember before waking up, was that one of the staff, Jordan, asked me for something when I dropped a plate of salad off at his table. I got mad and said I only had two hands, because I still had a jug of water and plates against my body to get to other tables. Bob and Sue, past director and cook, were sitting at his table, smiling at me.

So yeah, that was a strange one...Although I could see it happening.

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

March 13-14, 2013

We were in Arizona, my family and I, except that we all got there individually. There were also a bunch of my parents' Korean friends there too. We met at an ocean, or a lake, since Arizona doesn't touch the coast...Anyway, before you hit the sand of the beach, there's a grassy hill: this is where we were sitting. I decide to write my reply letter to my friend Tavneet while we're there. At this time, I'm apparently pen pal-ing it up with her: we send a blue pencil crayon tin back and forth with our letters. Inside the tin, there are a bunch of different writing utensils, as well as this liquid white out which is transparent. For some reason, I don't know what it is and I want to taste it to find out what it is. [Something you should know, I don't taste things, especially if I think they are toxic. I guess I don't care about my well-being in this dream.] I put the liquid in my mouth, and it's disgusting. I run to get the stuff out of my mouth, going towards the water of the beach. When I run down the grassy hill, it turns into a house, like my friend Carol's. Let's just say the house has a lot of floors, so lots of stairs. I end up in the bathroom in the basement, passing the room where my dad and a few other Koreans are talking. I rinse my mouth and then go back upstairs to where my sister is. But then I have to go back down to the bathroom because the taste comes back. I don't know why I have to keep going to that specific bathroom, but I do. I go about 5 times or so, and my dad and everyone else is joking that I have bowel issues. Also, I should note that while I'm going up and down the stairs, I'm holding a sandwich plastic bag full of water, to eventually drink. [I don't know why I don't use that water when I'm upstairs, just spit out of a window or something.] I'm in the bathroom spitting into the sink for the however many times it is when I wake up, with spit on my cheek.

Yay. I love it when bodily fluids are out of me when I wake up...And that sounds weird. Bye for now!

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

March 8-9, 2013...Or Other Date

I don't remember the context. At all. I dreamed it a while ago. But my sister and I were together and we were debating on the importance of canned food for something...probably giving it to a food bank. Which is obviously important.

That's it.

Disappointment all around. I haven't been having dreams, says the girl who has a dream blog.

Friday, 8 March 2013

March 6-7, 2013

Ok guys, so this dream...I don't remember at all.
I only remember that I felt scared, and I had tears in my eyes when I woke up.
It was still dark when I got up from the dream too, so I didn't take notes about it, since there wasn't enough light to see. I also told myself I didn't want to remember the dream, because it was so scary.

I told my sister, today, March 8th, that it was about a kid, younger than us, who was going around murdering people, and everyone else in the world couldn't guess it was him.
And now I just realized that this sounds a little like my previous dream post, but it was definitely a different kid. I think in my NCIS dream, the kid was one of those wannabe gangster types, trying to act all tough, but kinda clean cut (his hair was brown, cut short and gelled). He might've been around 10 or 11. In this dream, the kid was younger...maybe 8 or 9, and he had long, curly blond hair.

I think my dreams are becoming more disturbing these days. Let's pray it doesn't continue the next few nights.

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

March 5-6, 2013

I had "two" dreams. I'm sure you've experienced something like it as well. Here we go.

(1) It was winter, and snow was everywhere. (It's a good chance that it wasn't the Lower Mainland in British Columbia.) Me and a few girls I didn't know were all bundled up to protect ourselves from the cold. We were making our way to a house in the middle of nowhere to talk about a WeTopia expansion pack. (WeTopia is a Facebook game that I am obsessed with. You should join it; while you play, you help people around the world, like Haiti and USA. Africa is soon to profit from the aid, so the game page says.) I was driving, and we parked the car in the city of Vancouver, under a highway. (If you know the Vancouver area, you should know what I'm talking about: the parking lot looked like the parking lot I parked in, but it wasn't exactly there.) Then we started to walk in the direction of the house, since you can't get to it by car apparently. We eventually got to the area: it was covered in snow, three really big houses side by side, encircling a pond, which was frozen. I guess the makers of the expansion pack had a really big family, the reason for so many houses. And the three other girls thought it'd be a good idea to walk on the pond, since the fastest way to get anywhere is to walk in a straight line to where you need to go. Logical, but I didn't agree. They started walking on the ice anyway, so for some reason, I had to follow. We walked on the ice, fairly quickly I might add, while I was freaking out in my head, and then went up to ring the doorbell of the middle house. A little girl answered the door, and when we asked for her dad, she said to come in and yelled for him. She went right back to her computer: geeky dad, geeky family, haha. Anyway, we asked about the expansion pack, got a quick answer, and then the creator wanted to accompany us back to my car. We said that'd be great. When we were getting ready to go out the door, the guy asked us if we crossed the pond. We said we had, and he reprimanded us for doing so since we could've fallen through the ice. We defended ourselves by saying that we were careful (when we weren't) and that it was fine, since we didn't break the ice. I think we were going to cross the ice again when the maker said that his car was in the garage. He drove it out, we piled in, and we made our way to the parking lot. He parked once we got close to the lot, and we walked around it to get to my car. There was something weird about this parking lot: I think it was that we could walk in between the cars when we first parked the car, but when coming back in, we needed to take the shortest possible walking distance to the car. In other words, we couldn't walk back to the car through the parking lot. I don't know why, but that's how it was. When we finally got closer to my car, the guy said that I parked smart, parking closer to the exit, and that he could've just driven up to the gate and dropped us off instead of walking us to it. After he says that, he continues on to say that now he needs to figure out how to get back to his car. Then, I see Alain MacBean (a past director at a camp I go to every summer). We exchange a few words, asking how we're doing and so on, while we line up to get into the parking lot. Yes, more niceties to get inside a place that keeps our cars. This is when the dream changed...Or some time passed and then I kept on dreaming.

But before I go on, I just want to say a couple things.
If you knew me, you'd know that I love the TV shows NCIS, and it's branch-off NCIS: LA. They're two of my favourite shows that I continue to watch. So imagine my surprise when the cast of NCIS filters its way into my dream...Hopefully you know the show too, otherwise you're going to get confused. I won't be doing multiple parentheses like I did we the first dream, sorry.

(2) Gibbs and the team get a call that there's a family who keeps getting kidnapped from and eventually killed, and they suspect the culprit is someone in the family. Now, the team doesn't know who in the family is doing it, but I, the dreamer, do. It's one of the younger sons, because before the team gets the call, I get a little "meanwhile" segment, and the son has an uncle or other male figure in a chair, tied up, and the kid is about to torch the guy. (I'm assuming that the male figure dies.) Anyway, the NCIS team goes to the family's house (which looks a lot like the houses from the first dream, the three houses and a pond, but is a little different: there's the main house, which is a mansion, and there are multiple garages around the house), gets to know them, and becomes their body guards in a sense. The next day is a Sunday, and the family goes to church. The team accompanies them, but near the beginning of the service, the dad realizes that someone is missing. (A few of the children actually.) The dad goes back home to get them, but he doesn't come back to the church. Gibbs gets suspicious, but they don't go back home until the service is ended. (I guess respect for religious people or whatever.) When they get home, the kids are fine, sitting around the television, eating, doing their thing, but they can't find the dad. NCIS starts searching the house, with the rest of the family all together in one room. The scene cuts to a garage: the dad is tied up and gagged to a chair, and the son is circling his dad and taunting him. After he finishes his ruse, the son is about to kill the dad (I don't know how) when the team crashes into the garage and interrupts his ceremony. The son runs, of course, and goes in the backyard, where there's a dirt racetrack, with junk cars inside and outside the track. Somehow, Fornell is added to the equation, and he joins in the chase. At one point, the son gets hold of a motorbike and starts riding the track. Director Vance comes along now on his 3-wheel blue motorcycle that fits three people. Gibbs hijacks the director's bike, invites 2 others to hop on, and takes off to stop the son. They go around the track a few times, in the opposite direction of the son, until Gibbs crashes into the son's motorbike, which is now a car. When they open the driver's side door, the son looks older, about 20 years old with black curly hair, and is unconscious. I wake up here.

I also made a note there was another dream in between the 2 I just wrote about, and I enjoyed that one too.

I hope you had fun reading. This one was a long one.

Saturday, 2 March 2013

March 1-2, 2013

I found myself in an old, run-down house. My sister, her name is Faith, and I were living there, except that it wasn't us: our appearance was different. I think we're just walking around the house, tidying up, going inside and outside because it's a nice day. Before I continue, the dream had to do with dementia...This tall blond guy walks into the house, and we're not scared. I think we were expecting him; maybe he had dementia...We talk to the guy, still tidying up the house, walking inside to outside, back inside, and so on, but we're focused on talking to him. I can't remember what we were talking about, but we were just walking and talking. We had a mini piano in the house, and Faith brought it outside to play, since it was nice and sunny. The guy asks us what other instruments she plays, and she tells him. He then asks me what I play for instruments, and I told him that I didn't play anymore. I started walking away as I was telling him this, going to the kitchen. He followed me and was frustrated, and I didn't know why, something to do with the fact I didn't play instruments...(I was also confused in my dream as to why he was upset.) The kitchen was on a balcony/deck, and when the wind blew, it came made it's way into the kitchen. I stood with my hands on the rail, waiting for the wind, and it came. It was a nice cool but not chilling breeze. I was looking at the leaves rustling in the wind when closed my eyes and breathed in, happy. When I turned around, I wasn't at our home anymore: it was a different house that belonged to a family of four girls and their two parents. I can't remember which one of the family had dementia, but someone did. I think it was the mom, and she wasn't in the house at the time...Anyway, they were miserable: their faces were gloomy and they didn't talk. Two of the girls were Asian, the other two were Caucasian; their parents were Caucasian, so I'm guessing they adopted two girls at a young age. (One of the girls is one of my classmates at the moment, in my French 217 class. Her name is Ashley. And the mom is an actress, from Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief; she's the mom of Percy.) While I was there (I don't think Faith was with me), they tried to not bring up the mental health issue that was affecting their lives at the moment. I guess we had lunch or something, because I wanted to do the dishes that were in the sink. I did them, and saw a little framed picture of their family on the left side of the sink. In the picture, the mom was in the front middle, two daughters on her right side, one behind her, her husband behind another daughter that was sitting on the mom's left side. They were all smiling and happy; it seemed like a moment picture. The dad saw me looking at the picture and asked what I was doing; he also seemed upset. I replied that I was looking at the picture, and he got even more mad and sad, but he didn't say anything. I said that I was sorry this happened to them, walking away from the sink. He seemed sad when I said this. Then the mom came out of nowhere and said it was alright, and started to set the table. She said that they were coping as she was going around the dining room, preparing for a gathering at their home, or something.

And that's all I remember. I did make a note here that there was a lot of detail stuff I missed, as always.

Friday, 1 March 2013

February 28-March 1, 2013

Something about panhandling...No, not panhandling...You know that pan you use to put sand in to sift and find little bits of gold? That thing was in my dream for some reason, although I'm pretty sure we were in the city.

And that's all I remember.

I'm getting really bad at remembering my dreams when I wake up :(