celebrity overkill

i had a weirddd dream two nights ago, which i never got around to posting until now, and it lasted at most 45 minutes.  at the same time, it was cool. 

i was at a party held by my childhood friend and was there with my girl friend, who was not revealed in the beginning of the dream.  it wasn’t a big party.  i was there being “normal”, laughing and joking around with people there.  ryan seacrest, from American Idol, was there, drunk off his high horse.  his face was beet red and he was five minutes away from keeling over.  everyone was laughing with him, or maybe at him.. i couldn’t tell.  jason biggs, jim from the American Pie series, was also there.  apparently, everyone were friends.  something happened and i had ended up promising jason a tv.  we talked a bit more and then i left, or at least tried to leave.  the house looked big from the outside, but was kind of small inside.  i walked up the driveway only to find my car not there.  i wondered where the hell it was.  i looked up and down the street and still no car.  i started to panic.  did someone steal my car?  a little indian girl was standing next to the dumpster (don’t know how a dumpster appeared) and she stopped me.  “aren’t you going to give him (jason) his tv?”  “later, i’m busy,” i replied.  “but…” she was saying before i left her there.  i went back inside and someone told me that a girl took my car.  she was someone that just looked annoying.  then, i was angry.  not long after, she come back roaring into the driveway with my car, parking it sloppy.  i was about to give her a piece of my mind when a bmw drove up.  my childhood friend went up to it and greeted the driver.  “watch my car!”  people were admiring the leather seats and all the buttons and accessories.  i ended up not leaving and just going back to the party.  i guess a group of us, four of us that were closest, stayed over.  don’t know if part of the reason was that ryan was passed out from drinking.  anyway, we woke up in the wee hours of the morning and it was still dark.  inside, the house was even darker.  i don’t think we were supposed to be staying at the house considering it belonged to jason’s parents and they didn’t know about the party or us staying.  i got up while everyone was still sleeping and tried to sneak out of the house.  there was quite a distance between where we were at and the door.  i was barely down the stairs and the lights turned on.  shit!  i started walking faster, but the parents saw me.  the dad was craig nelson, hayden fox from the old tv series Coach, and you can just imagine that mad look on his face.  he came chasing after me and by then, everyone else woke up.  i pretty much sprinted across the living room and then noticed that the front door was bolted up tight.  i don’t just mean a dead bolt, but like 6 locks on the thing!  i couldn’t figure it out and he was catching up so i dashed to the door that led to the backyard.  i could faintly hear someone yelling, “don’t go out that way!”  i ran into the yard and of course, set off the sprinkler system.  they were set up in a circle for some odd reason.  i ran through another patch and again more water.  i was completely wet and then cold from the early morning air.  it was kind of funny and fun.  “wait!”  i heard my friend cry out.  she ran through the sprinklers too.  she finally caught up to me and her identity was revealed.  she was ellen page, or Juno.  she was exactly how she was like in the movie except not pregnant.  i saw a moving truck, the ones with the open backs.  i ran up to it and grabbed onto one of the metal poles with both hands and hoisted myself up.  my friend did the same.  the guys cried out to us, but we were barely in earshot.  we were screaming and laughing with the wind in our face.  it wasn’t very long.  then, we found that the guys caught up to us.  we jumped off the side of the truck, but saw that the parents were still running up the street, chasing after everyone.  off we were again.  i ran first and saw another truck, but this time couldn’t get a good grasp.  “what are you doing?  are you crazy?” the guys were saying.  “it’s fun,” said my friend.  i saw a white van and although there was nothing to grab hold of, i managed to get onto the side of the van.  my friend followed. 

then my dream ended… it was so weird to be dreaming about all those celebrities.  it could have been one of those stupid teen movies minus myself.

wild wild west meets country

let me write about my dream before i forget it all..

ugh what i just wrote i accidentally erased… really annoying just want to break this computer!

i was in a small old shopping center that seemed to resemble those saloons from the old days in the west.  i m ean the walls were made out of wood, the floor was made out of wood, and there were even cowboys walking around.  the bartender even wore a white shirt buttoned to his neck, a black apron, one of those texas necklaces hung around his neck, and small frames rested on the bridge of his nose as we wiped the glass mugs on the counter.  the few shops that were there were actually quite empty.  it seemed that everyone was eating in the saloons.  someone came by in a rush with a little girl, maybe 8 years old, and gave me the task of watching her until the boss came by to pick her up.  for some reason, the girl and i were both dressed normally, not like cowgirls.  anyway i walked around with her, and soon, she grew real bored of me.  she started running away from me and bugging other people who were there.  i kept trying to catch her.  i also was in a dire need to go to the bathroom.  i wondered if i could hold out because i couldn’t bring her with me.  i looked around for a bathroom.  when i found one, it was closed!   it actually had some kind of lock on it where you had to slide a card through it to get in.  i tried asking the bartender and he didn’t respond.  then, my brother had entered the picture and i told him what i was doing.  he was an employee there.  he said he had the card to the bathroom, but he wasn’t on his shift so he couldn’t use it.  this was stupid.  the boss had arrived which was the same time someone let on that there was another bathroom around the corner.  unfortunately, i never made it.  i took the girl to him, but apparently i was going to.

next thing i know, i was in some kind of hospital, not high tech and it was in the west.  i stood over the bed to look at the patient.  it was a girl a few years older than the girl i had watched earlier and a few years younger than me.  her skin was pale and she was breaking out with a fever; the sweat glistened on her face and neck.  her eyes, though closed, would squint every once in awhile.  i brushed the hair off her forehead.  i asked the doctor what she had.  of course, he didn’t know.  maybe she caught something.  the little girl and the boss came by to see how she was.  they were worried about her.  i think they were my family.  the little girl and the patient were my sisters.  a girl friend my age also dropped by to send her condolences like my sister was going to die or something.  i told her, “she will be fine.” “are you sure?  this seems serious,” she replied.  i looked back at my sister in confusion.  i became flustered.  everyone, the doctor, the nurses, and my family members, were talking around me about the situation.  i just wanted to leave and get some fresh air.

soon enough, i left with the girl friend and we sat in some kind of interrogation room, but this is the one that you might see in an FBI facility.  she sat across from me.  i pulled out a series of pages and started reading.  “that’s not going to help.  what is that going to do,” she said to me.  i stopped listening to her and continued to read from the pages, repeating at times.  we went back to the hospital after a few hours and low and behold, my sister was waking up!  “it had worked!” i told myself.  my sister still was not talking.  i touched her forehead and she immediately tried to push my hand away.  she shook her head fervently as if to cry out no.  she tried to talk, to maybe warn me, but couldn’t.  i walked away, a bit confused.  no one else noticed.  i walked down the dirt path and pass the wooden cabin with the porch.  it was a beautiful blue sky but the sun seemed to get bigger.  its rays were really beaming down on me.  i was getting really hot and lightheaded.  i felt my skin and it was burning.  i started to sweat all over.  i continued to walk, and suddenly i collapsed on the dirt path.  my eyes were closed and my head spun.  i felt the rocks beneath my body, but couldn’t get myself up.  i was basically paralyzed, physically and mentally.  i black out for a bit before waking up in the wooden cabin that i had seen earlier. 

i laid in a cot and an old fat indian lady was hovering me.  the many wrinkles on her tough tan skin showed her age.  her gray hair in a bun was tinseled with white.  she had the typical feathers and indian jewelry on her.  she worse things of different colorful fabrics.  neither of us tried to say anything.  i was still sweating and quite sick, but i was awake.  she fed me something and not before long, i felt rejuvenated.  i literally jumped out of the cot and ran out the door.  she stared at me as i went.  it felt so good.  i skipped up the path in such a jolly mood.  i heard from off in the distance, my friend screaming my name.  while i ran up the hill i saw the blue sky once again, but this time it wasn’t extremely hot.  it was beautiful actually.  i heard birds chirping and i saw more and more green grass, taller green grass.  i felt a cool breeze and it was delicious.  i followed the sounds of the birds to this large meadow.  there were groups of different colored roses all over.  i went ahead and picked out a yellow one and placed in my hair behind my right ear.  my friend finally had caught up, “what are you doing?? you can’t pick those!”  i said, “why the hell not?”  and skipped into the meadow.  she had to chase me down.  everthing just smelled so nice and it was such a beautiful day that i felt so happy!  then, this old couple looked at us from their cottage.  the woman had a dress filled with tiny blue flowers on and a white apron on top.  the man had on a dirty white shirt and faded blue denim overalls on top.  he did not have a pitchfork.    my friend tried to stop me and that didn’t work.  the man called us over.  i looked at her and she looked back at me.  i headed over.  “wait!” she cried.  she proceeded to follow me.  i followed the couple into the cottage.  there were stacks of paper with text on them all over the cottage.  i was amazed by them.  another guy came out, younger and must have been their son.  he was blind.  he put his hands over the sheets of paper and read them like braille.  “look for any papers with power wire written at the type and put them aside,” the old man ordered us.  we did so and his son did so too.  “why do we have to do this?” i asked.  “do you want to die?” the old man asked in a nonthreatening manner.  it was more like doing it would save my life.  i looked at my friend and she looked right back at me.

then i woke up.  my head is spinning right now.  i should have waited a little before typing, but then i would have forgotten it all.  i basically forget the nightmare that i had right before this one about being chased by giant bully in the wildnerness on the side of a mountain.  so what do you think the dream means?