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Dream-tastic

Ta-dah! I’ve decided that from here on in I will post any dreams that I have that are particularly weird or remeberable. Last night’s dream was both! It was so freaky I had to write it down. I wrote from the moment I woke up (before 7:30) until 8am!

First part:

My dream opened with me living in Japan in some kind of dorm/group apartment. It was just me and a few other Japanese guys. My Grandma and brother came to pick me up because it was the end of my stay and time to come back home.

Okay, so a little more details that I remember: It was against the house rules to have in your possession any manga/anime. I was forced to dig up the floors before I left and to dispose of any manga/anime that I found (apparently people before me hid their stuff underneath the tiles?). I tried to sneak some out (though I can’t remember what titles I found). In the last spot I had to dig up I found a few wrapped presents. The guys had gotten me some really expensive presents as going away gifts. I was so touched, but obviously a little peeved since I had done all that digging!

As common courtesy, I had to get them gifts that were just as expensive. Grandma and I and Landon went shopping to find them suitable gifts. I don’t remember what all we bought, except grandma bought them a Santa figurine that was about two feet tall and said Ho ho ho , merry christrmas…I think she said it was $59. I tried to tell her that it was no good. Why would they want that? And $59 seemed pretty cheap against whatever it was they got me.

This is where I forget anything else that happened in that dream.

The next dream I had later on in the night was similar, but not:

I am living in Japan with my home stay family. The family consists of a Mother, a sister the same age as me, and two younger school age boys (both of them really young, like elementary school and primary school age). They are all really nice and all of them speak perfect English. I prefer trying to speak in Japanese and they try to understand me, but my Japanese is still not that good, so they would rather I just speak English.

They had another girl staying with them who left when I got there. She was American but Latino (maybe Puerto Rican). She spoke really good Japanese. She left a little while after I got there…the details are fuzzy. As a family we had dinner (it was really late at night, already dark out). The meal was like breakfast, consisting of bacon, sausage and eggs. I told my Japanese mama that I did not eat meat and then she remembered I was a vegetarian. She fixed me two pieces of toast. (Joy! I can’t remember my reaction in the dream…but really…two pieces of toast…oh well).

I vaguely remember everyone rinsing their own dishes off and that there was some strange way of washing dishes that I am not used to. Next, I went for a bath with the sister after the brothers got out. This was also VERY WEIRD. Their bathroom was pretty large, but American-like in style. Their bathtub was full of towels; there were folded towels of different colors stacked up high, as if they were in a cabinet. The sister undressed so fast and got in a towel that I didn’t even notice. I stripped and got into a towel and I think she thought it was funny that I couldn’t do it faster and that I showed my skin for so long.

She said that they did not shower or bathe in a tub, but that they used a steamer. This said steamer was a large pot, big enough for only one person to use at a time. She let me get in first and she washed my back. I remember thinking that the pot looked like it should be used to cook something (or someone) in, but I held my tongue and bathed like a good little gaijin.

Later this same evening, we went out to the mall. She drove us and it seems like they lived up a little high on a mountain. We had to go over a little bridge to get to town and we actually parked near the little wooden bridge and walked the rest of the way. For some strange reason we left our shoes outside the car, beside the bridge (I was wearing flip flops, even though I’m pretty sure it was winter and my hair was still wet) and we had to wet ourselves with some water that an old lady had prepared in a bowl (afterwards, I vaguely remember a phone call in which my Japanese sister told me that it had been found out that the water was full of salmonella or some other dangerous stuff and that I should hurry home or to the hospital…weird…I don’t remember really…).

My Japanese sister (I remember no names) was a good singer and told me that she was about to sign a contract to be a pop star. At the mall, we passed Ludacris as he was shooting a video. They said hey to each other like they were best friends!

Then something else weird happened. To get to the part of the mall she wanted to go to, she told me to get on her back because we would be walking straight up (vertically!) the building. She took me up; I closed my eyes the whole time. It was so scary and weird! When we got to the top, it had started snowing. I don’t remember that we bought anything.

Strangely I saw Tazzane’ Swiney and she had married a Japanese man and was majorly pregnant at the moment. I also saw my cousin Jennifer who had a 3 month old baby. Nobody even told me she was pregnant! I also met another lady who could walk up/down the building backwards. Weird.

We got back to the car and drove home. We left our shoes. I thought this was odd. The next evening I went back to the mall by myself to do some shopping. I got there okay, but on the way back I forgot which way to go after I crossed the bridge. I went the wrong way and got lost. I ended up in a little Christian Commune type thing: Lots of nuns and priests everywhere. (Probably Catholic). I decided to turn around and go back. I remember passing a gift shop…..

My phone buzzed (I did not have my host family’s phone number), It was a message from IES saying that my host family had reported me missing. It said to press the red button if I was kidnapped and to press the blue button if I was just lost. I pressed the blue button and soon had a message from my Japanese sister. She said that they were all waiting at the old bridge and that her brothers had made a little boat lantern and had floated it down the river hoping it would get me back.

I finally found them and we went back home. They later asked me about my plans. I told them I was staying in Japan until Jan 11, but would probably go to Korea for Christmas. They said I could continue staying in their home while I was in Japan and that they were happy to have me there for お正月(the New Year).

End dream….I remember nothing else….totally weird….

Please feel free to comment on the weird randomness of it all!

When Dreams Attack!

You may think I'm being funny, but I'm not. I'm dead serious. Let me explain...

You know how some people sleep talk or sleep walk? Well, at times I've done both. My sister said I talked in my sleep a lot when I was younger and when I got into Junior High I had a couple of bouts with sleep walking (the ones that I know of). Here's where it gets a little strange...

So, we all know that a person can walk and talk in their sleep, but what if the person acts out their dreams? Example:

A few years ago I was having a really intense dream. I cannot remember all the details now, but I know that it was a nightmare and it is one that I've had many times before...Just can't recall the details, but the feeling is there. Anyways, this is how I woke up:

In my dream I had an object of some sort (I vaguely recall either a Pepsi bottle or a bomb...take your pick). I also remember something hurtling towards me (like a gigantic ball of fire or something) and the other people around me (friends?). And so, I threw the object with great strength at the incoming object. That is in my dream...

In reality, I was lying on my twin size bed (with drawers underneath and a white head board divided into three sections to make little cubby like spaces. Why do you need this info? I am not entirely sure...) and in my dream, as I threw the object with all my strength, I clutched an invisible object in reality and also there it with all my might. The result:

BANG! OWW!!!!! I woke up just like that. In my sleep I threw my arm like I was throwing a baseball and hit it on the top part of the head board. To say the least, my wrist was bruised. My Grandma heard me scream and came to check to see if I was okay and, for the most part, I was. As I sat in the bed examining my quickly purpling wrist, I felt some pangs else where and noticed some red color...

Guess w-h-a-t? When I pulled down the sleeve of my long pajama top, I saw multiple bloody scratches on my arm. I pulled down the other sleeve and there were also scratch marks embedded into my flesh. I sat there astounded. I had no idea what was going on.

SO, I gazed around the room in shock and that's when I saw more! In the middle cubby section of my white head board were three or four long, deep scratches in the paint. I can assure, they were not there before. I called my Grandma in and showed her everything and told her my dream...she said that weird things always happen to me, or around me. True.

Now the weirdest part of all: Underneath my nails there was no trace of blood or white paint. In fact, my nails had just been cut the day before (I keep them real short. Cut them every 3-4 days). So, wouldn't you expect that if I had "sleep attacked" myself, that I would have remnants under my fingernails, assuming they were long or sharp enough to cut me in the first place? Don't you find it a little bit freaky? I know I sure do.

And now to the event which took place this morning (or I guess sometime during the night) which has prompted this very strange and random blog post:

I woke up this morning before my alarm for work went off on my phone. It's an odd feeling when you wake up before your alarm, isn't it? (Especially when you did not fall asleep until sometime near 1am and you wake up without prompting by 6:30am). I digress...I usually lay in my bed 5-10 minutes before I get up so I just laid there in the position I woke up in (an odd position actually. THIS IS IMPORTANT! I was lying flat on my back with my arms stretched out wide. SO WEIRD! I almost never sleep on my back or stomach...I prefer sleeping on my side...my right side...anyways...) As I was lying there, I felt extremely odd...something was...uncomfortable...I ignored it at first because I am usually uncomfortably hot when I wake up here (my Papa does not know what AC is!).

When I finally sat up I noticed what the problem was. My pajama top (I was wearing my long sleeved purple Chip and Dale pajamas, just so you can get a good visual) was not exactly on my body...It was off of me and the only part of me still in it was a little bit of my left arm. Umm...I was...uncomfortable? I don't know how to describe it. As I sat up and pulled my shirt back over my head I really could not make sense of anything...

The first thought that passed through my mind the was that I had somehow been sexually assaulted in my sleep by someone (unfortunately, it has happened before...but nothing serious...luckily I was only about half asleep...I woke up and it was over...boy, if he wasn't who he was he would have died! But I hate to kill friends<3). style="font-style: italic;">liked to believe that I was attacked by some manner of fae...I've read stories of similar things happen...but then again, most people don't believe in fae and so I have been forced to believe the first and most logical (if not equally weird) explanation; that I have somehow attacked myself in my sleep.

Seriously though, I want your opinion. Do you think that I attack myself while sleeping? Or that my dreams attack me? Or that some outside force/being attacks me? Or have I been the victim of harassment while sleeping? I honestly do not wish for the fourth option to be true!

Bye for now! じゃまたね!