Category: Dreams

Last night I had a dream that my co-worker Eric’s (fictional character) birthday was fast approaching, and the company sent me out to get him a gift. Accompanying me was Antonio Banderes, Angelina Jolie, Jake Lloyd (episode 1 anakin), and some younger famous female who I can’t remember. maybe Dakota Fanning?

Antonio and Angelina kept pushing me to buy Eric a giant toy gun, but I didn’t think that was work appropriate, so I was encouraging the model car.

At one point I remember complimenting Antonio on his excellent singing in Evita. At another point I remember telling Jake Lloyd that he wasn’t great in star wars episode one, but maybe if he keeps acting he’ll do better.

At the end of the dream, we were all getting into our respective cars, and, figuring I wouldn’t have another such opportunity, I asked Angelina out on a date. And with that, my dream ended.

I had another dream last night. This one was in black and white.

I was swimming, near a large nuclear warship, with an anonymous friend. We were trying hard to keep quiet so that we wouldn’t get caught. As we dove underwater we saw a porthole in the side of the warship. There were people looking out from inside! They were being kept as prisoners. I swam further underwater to get a closer look. But something was different. I could suddenly breath underwater! I quickly swam back to the surface and told my friend to come swim next to the porthole. He did, and realized that he could also breath. That’s when the realization came. The government was keeping these people as prisoners because they were merpeople. And as a result, when we got close enough to them underwater, we could breath (I think this same magical effect was in the 1984 hit movie: Splash).

Well, I needed to free the merpeople. So I started unscrewing the bolts around the porthole. I could take my time, since I didn’t need to surface for air.

As I finally opened the window, a woman sergeant walked through the prison’s door and saw what I was doing. But it was too late! the merpeople and I swam away madly, in fear of the sergeant. But then… then, I witnessed something that wasn’t in “splash.” By the sergeant’s orders, it started to rain. And the sound of rain will destroy the ability of the merpeople to share their underwater breathing skills. I had to surface! Fast! As the rain poured down the previously gray-scale water turned bright blue.

and that’s when I awoke.

I had a dream last night. And it was bizarre.

I was in a stadium. I was there with Jill and my family, and I have no idea what we were planning to see.

While we were there, a newscast came on informing us that the Earth was being invaded by aliens. Suddenly a huge alien bomb explosion ripped apart part of the Earth and gravity got all weird. The Aliens, wearing creepy white space masks, started landing and pouring through the stadium which had turned into a strange steel tubing compound.

Enter the USArmy.

An epic firefight began. Aliens killing Americans, Americans killing Aliens. But, then something unexpected happened. The moon crashed into the Earth.

Every once in awhile there’s a scene in a movie that is so awesomely explosive that everyone remembers it. The destruction of the death star in Star Wars, the Aliens destroying the White House in Independence day, the tragic death of Jack in Titanic… really the examples are endless. But nothing compares with this dream. Never have I seen something so awesome as the Moon crashing into Earth. I tried making an MSPaint image of the action, and I couldn’t do it justice. So you’ll just have to use your imagination.

Anyway, back to the dream.

The Earth broke up into pieces, with lava exploding forth all around us, and chunks of earth flying off into space. The continent sized chunk that we were on broke off and started flying through space. As we hurtled away I couldn’t help but wonder why the atmosphere hadn’t desolved. And with that, I woke up.

I had another weird dream last night.

I was out for a run in the early morning before work when I decided to stop in at the local Worcester art museum. So I strolled up, and walked inside. A blonde bombshell ran up to me and said “Mike D! welcome, we know you like the art scene so feel free to come with me” I replied “how did you know that?” and she said “we know. You and Jill really enjoyed the exhibits last new years eve at the museum when you went to the star room.”

I thought it was strange that this strange girl knew a strange amount about my museum going experience but I continued on with her anyway. We went through a few exhibits, and then I saw a flight of stairs so I escaped my blonde guide and ran up the stairs. They led to a huge ball room.
“funny, I don’t remember the worcester art museum having a ball room” I thought to myself.
Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and there was a curly haired brunette there.
“mike d. you shouldn’t run off like that”
“sorry, it’s getting late. I should probably get my bike* and go”
“nonsense. it’s snowing”
and so it was. Snow storming is more like it. There were three feet on the ground and I couldn’t budge my silver bicycle. So the brunette took me back to the blonde and the plot thickened. I soon learned that the two girls were sisters, and that they both were deeply in love with me. But I turned them away commenting on how much I adore Jill**.

We went through the rest of the museum and as I was leaving I realized it was well after 5pm, and I had COMPLETELY missed the day at work. In all my frustration I started running out the door when my high school physics teacher stopped me.

“Mr Mongeau!” I gasped, “what are you doing here?”
“dad?” said the two sisters
“Mr Mongeau is your dad?” I said confused
“of course!” Mr. Mongeau replied, “you’ve never met my daughters before?”

And that pretty much ended the dream.

*at the time I didn’t question the fact that I had Run to the museum, not biked.

**this is true. and Jill, I should be awarded endlessly for my faithfulness even in the subconcious