How Many Sleepy Cycles Can A Person Have?

Seriously though, it seemed like everytime I briefly woke, I slipped back into a dreaming state. It was strange and then when I finally "woke" myself up, I had that heavy feeling that suggested I could do another good sleepy cycle. But I forced myself up because I have other things to do than to worry about sleep- plus it's not a weekend so I couldn't indulge myself.

The first cycle was pretty brief, with this weird outer space/ nasa theme. Like there was that whole free floating thing but then again there was the seriousness that a floating space station evokes- I still have no clear....wait...I know what caused that. My sister and a friend of hers were playing Reach last night x.x That explaines that. It was still kind of cool to get that feeling that you know what the infestructer of the place was.

The second cycle broke down into two parts. The first part was being in a living room either reorganizing or just settling down. A good friend of mine was there too and even though he didn't appear the same as I remembered I still recognized him. He was also radiating a lot of attraction (the whole I like you a lot thing) and was helping move stuff around. I remember walking around to the far side of the house and picking up random toys and childhood things (a bee game was one of them) almost like I was cleaning up when I heard a group of "kids" outside. I say kids because I think it was a relative term. The ages seemed to be anywhere from early preteen to early 20's but with childlike mentalities. And they seemed to be bent on playing the sort of games I used to partake in when I was a lot younger. I kind of wanted to play too, but didn't know if I should because my brain started to register that I'm an adult now not a child. Couldn't help but feel slightly jelous. Also there was that secret desire to be the center of attention. Oddly enough, while that never happened offline, I still harbor that on occation.

Mean Girls?

My family was moving to this new place and to me it like a regression, like I was still in highschool. We had stopped at this diner and while waiting for my family I was sitting by myself. This group of girls had just entered and one of them approched me and said I was sitting in "their" spot. I blew them off saying there was no sign stating otherwise. All I got was pissy looks and mummbling under breath when my parents finally showed up and again when we left.

Before entering the house I was standing on a huge back portch looking out at the other homes in the area. All of a sudden this swarm of bears seemed to show up from no where and they were trying to get into some of the houses. I had to scramble to get back into the house- not in a good way.

And then later the house (and it seemed really huge with all these rooms and windy halls), I was redecorating my new room. The cool thing was it was like having sort of three rooms together. The first space was for my bed room and then when you walked further back there was like a hang out space and then turning to the right there was this funky looking bathroom. What struck me as odd was I was changing the room colors with a wave of my hand and thinking to myself that one color didn't look as nice as another. It was strange.

No TV equals weird

Ok, I remember being in a class room playing with something on my desk while the teacher was moving something from a storage window. There was a lot of junk in that corner and eventually he was moving around this motheaten light blue kimono with it looked like a purple and silver and yellow design (with a wig on whatever was holding it upright). He was asking questions about the project we were supposed to be playing with on a computer screen that was our desktop. The guy on my left had gotten up to use the restroom so I reached over and tapped his screen- stealing money. I thought it was "cool" for lack of a better thought and continued playing on my screen. And then for some reason the girl on my right decided to get up for something while I was tapping on these "rocks" on my screen. These "rocks" seemed to bombard and explode on her screen. Another "cool" moment. When they both returned the teacher started asking everyone questions. The girl on the right just kept staring at him and saying "umm" and stupid me I had to answer whatever the question was.

The next thing I remember was being in this sort of office building with a bunch of people running around. I don't exactly remember what was going on other than some of the more powerful people were there too for whatever reason. So I'm hanging around and decide to sit on this black leather couch that was against the wall facing everything that was going on (and there was a lot from paper pushing to scrambling for a tv remote- not sure why) when someone sat down next to me. I don't have a problem with people at all and so it didn't faze me when this guy decides to start talking to me and it's the guy from Pit Boss (again- not sure, I've never really seen the show, just the commercials and even then, someone lost the remote last night so I didn't get to watch TV last night). For some reason it seemed like he had a problem and me by virtue of being nice and listening he was able to work it out- yay. So we continue talking for a bit when he gets up for something. This leaves me alone and having to stand the questioning looks from the office people when they finally start to notice there's someone here who's not supposed to be. Eventually he returns and it's cool again. No one cares.

I decide to stop at a friend's house to check up on her (don't know why, but I just do) to find the friend and older sister of friend standing on their portch kind of mad, but not at me. Apparently d-bag in class came by to bother friend because she was a bit slow. That didn't sit well with me. Said d-bag was also running past me when I showed up and said something along the lines of "I'll get you for that" directed at me. I still have no idea what I did to piss this person off at this point. And then I get a lucky omnicient point where I see this guy in a hospital room and then at home with his leg up because he managed to hurt himself. Dummy.

At home (not my home but feels like home-you know that feeling?)I'm sneaking around the side of my house, constantly looking over to the neighbor's (d-bag apparently lives next to me)when I decide to hide under this plastic blue roofthingie- the kind that came off of a child's play house. So I'm ducking under it and peering through the breaks in it to the neighbor's house because I know the upstairs window belongs to the guy who hates me for some reason. There is someone there looking out between the blinds and after a moment they disappear. I use that moment to run out across the street to this mini field between two house. Midway across the street I switch directions and beging running down the street instead- how is that better I'm not sure. Eventually I'm walking down the street greeting people I know and it sort of looks like an after work day- with some of the people from the office building approching me. I catch sight of the guy and a couple of his friends from earlier and feel a nice sense of relief. "Boy am I glad to see you guys!"

And then, another omnicent moment. I'm standing on this tredmill thing looking over a the back of a couch facing the girl who sat on my right in class and d-bag and his brother. "I think her name was Peggy." They were trying to figure out my name for some reason, but the brothers didn't look to happy at the mention of who I was. I'm just watching the stupidity of it all when I say to myself "Peggy? It's Penelopy- Pen-el-oh-pe" Apparently that was my name for the night, and then Jess woke me to take her to school.

Cartoons aren't supposed to mesh

This is freaky. I know I've been on a couple of school field trips with my baby sister but this dream felt so real. We were leaving a hotel that her choir kids were staying in and unbelievibly there was stuff of theirs all over the place. Like they really didn't know how to pick up and get ready to leave. I was leaning against a railing and knocked a pile of shirts off to the ground floor level leaving one of Jessi's schoolmates looking at me like "why'd you do that?" I remember looking for my sandles and the room me and my sister shared was strangely already occupied by another person (who was in the shower!). I'm not sure that works in the real world that quickly, but I never found my shoes because Jess looked out of the front window and said "the buses are already leaving" I had to wonder how and why because it seemed like they were missing a number of people. In the lobby we are looking around and we hear this singing. From the sides of the building pop out these muppet babies singing a song about moving and hats. And anything they touched turned into a moving/operating vehical. So maybe we didn't miss our ride home after all. I still have no idea where all this came from though.

weird school year dream? Depends

Oddly enough I had a strange dream yesterday morning. I'm not sure where everything was switching around but the bits I remember had to do with what seemed like a summer camp thing with a final night. Then I remember having to take my sister to school and when I was trying to return home I felt like I was being herded to what looked like an abandoned concrete garage (those big ones with multiple levels) and was pushed in. I kept being told to go in and find my way out. This confused me because there was an exit not even 20 feet away from me. I tried to go out that way but it didn't seem to work.

This morning was just as weird. I remember being in my kitchen when my dad came in holding a phone saying someone was calling in about a cooking scholarship I had won. I just looked at him and said "I didn't enter for any scholarship. I don't even like cooking!" The next thing I know is we're scrambling to go somewhere and I kept getting these exciting mental images of football and the cowboy blue and silver stars, but I ran into someone (don't know here) but I recognized that person as a friend and there was something I had to help him with. I felt a bit sad about this and I'm not entirely sure why.