Archive for the Dreams Category

strange short dream – raiders

Posted in Dreams, Uncategorized with tags on December 1, 2009 by gypsygies

among many other strange dreams of late …. had this dream that humans ran into our first other-world people… but they were ordinary Raiders, and raided our I.S.S. Or, I should say, tried to – they were distressed to find humans had nothing of any real intergalactic value (apparently) on them at all…and looked incredibly uncomfortable to be cast in the sudden light of first-contact.  They weren’t particularly violent, didn’t kill anyone, but were definitely ruffian raiders suddenly finding themselves caught in an unusual “oh, by the way, yeah..there are other races/worlds” sort of position. They just looked really, really uncomfortable. Some of them elbowing others that they should maybe try to be polite, others saying “do they Have anything? What can we take?” etc etc. Human astronauts on the ISS the whole timed falling over themselves in awe and adoration and just blown away by it. Thus, making the raiders fair uncomfortable. lol

short, odd, dream. Such is the maresceme of my “sleeping” brain.

The Fame Lotto

Posted in Dreams, Uncategorized with tags , on May 30, 2009 by gypsygies

I had this strange, strange dream last night in which there quite literally was a Lottery for Fame. A whole crowd of ordinary people were crowded around a platform with some charismatic dude calling out “And who wants to be Famous today?” and the crowd cheered and went wild. Nobody was even the least bit interested in anybody standing next to them. They couldn’t have been more *disinterested*. Then silence as he pulled a lotto number and instantly the card of the winning lotto person started flashing…it was some sort of electronic card, making it immediately seeable who had won. The crowd gasped and stepped back a foot, someone asked his name (“Dunwoody”) and instantly people began excited calling out “I got to stand next to him! *I* was NEXT to Dunwoody!! THE Dunwoody! I got to touch him!!” and the crowd which had momentarily stepped back began to crush in with people asking for his autograph, taking pictures of him with them, asking about his likes/dislikes, one guy (yes, guy) even shouting out asking for his hand in marriage,  and he was slowly pushed forward to the platform. Thus ends my dream.

(or rather, it morphed into something else entirely at that point).

All in all the lotto caller was like a mix of vaudeville and a used car salesman. As was the entire dream, really. bizarre.