Turtles

Interuption

I interrupt the epic dream to bring you this nightmare of a tale. A few nights ago in my sleep, Meg became engaged and decided to move out which in turn meant that I could no longer afford to live at this house by myself. I was, by default, forced to move away. All my things were sold off without my knowing and my mom set up a blind date with me at our house which turned out not to be so blind because I knew him. I'm pretty sure I cried. It was such a whirlwind of events that I couldn't be sure I was just dreaming it. I asked my mom if this was all a bad dream and she said "no, this is really happening." When I woke up in real life I still wasn't sure that this hadn't happened, so I had to ask someone I knew if any of this sounded familiar. Luckily, he denied all of it.

Part II

Alright, so let me continue. The three lands were representative of heaven, earth, and hell. So the messengers coming from the North land, were like angels, and the messengers coming from the South land, were like demons. The middle land was earth. Earth was in a middle ages setting, I suppose. The castle were mom worked was a school, unfortunately not Hogwarts. It was a school for people to come and learn basic skills, profession training, and study about the other lands. Mom was a caretaker and school teacher. She often brought me into her class to meet some of her students and to let me help with her demonstrations. I was still too young for school at age 16. It was more like college, I guess, but many people came to study when they came of age. It wasn't required, but it was highly recommended. One day after mom had taken me to class with her, I was hanging back talking to some of the students and she went ahead. She usually took a nap after class, so when I went back to our house, I expected to see her there in her room on her bed sleeping. But she wasn't there. She was nowhere. I couldn't find dad either. There was no sign of them, and I began to worry. I could tell that someone else had been there because the house was torn apart in certain rooms. I thought perhaps a messenger had come from the South land and taken them away, though it was hard to believe. The messengers from the South never dared come to the school and certainly not a school teacher.
As I continued to search a band of soldiers came by my house. With them was a messenger from the North. He came to speak to me. I didn't recognize him since he was dressed like a soldier. He said that a band of men from the South land had come to my house and forcibly taken my parent's with them. He also said that they were taking a group to go after them and that I was to go as well. Never before had a messenger ever come to participate in our middle land affairs, so I knew this was a big deal. I knew then and this was going to be one of those epic journeys that people don't always return from. It was a little bit terrifying, but I decided to go.

I don't want to get into the theology of this world too much, but I will explain a little more later when I post again.

The Most Epic of Dreams Part 1: Introduction

Ok, let's start here. I dreamt that I lived in a different world. There were three main parts to this world, though one of the main parts was only known be legend since no one had traveled there since the beginning of time. We knew about it because there was land to the north that stretched on a far as the eye could see, but also from rumors and stories that had sprung from people living along the borders of the lands. Messengers came from the legendary third of the world.

I was a teenager again in this world. Perhaps even a little younger. I lived with my mother and father at a school or palace or whatever where my mother taught. She was the one who provided for our family. We lived on a small property within the school property boundaries.

The land to the south was the evil land where rarely anyone returned from if they verntured there. From both the Legendary part of the world and the South Land, there were messengers passing through and to the Main land where we lived. Some could be seen by all as they passed through, but some messengers were visible only to the person to whom they were intended to bring the message.

It's now late and I need to get rest, so I will have to continue tomorrow....

The Most Epic of Dreams to Come...

Last night I had the most epic of dreams ever. I don't have time to post it right now, but I just wanted to let you know that it's coming. It will probably take a few posts to get it all down. Let's just say a new world has been found in my head.

The Beast in the Rafters

My understanding of the events going on in my dreams is getting fuzzier, so I'll try to make sense as best I can. I think I was living in a ski lodge with several other students and a headmaster. The lodge was high up in the mountains and it was night time. The Olympics was going on down on the slope below us and we were watching them on a small tv screen. I started hearing strange noises from the rafters above. Some people noticed the noises and were frightened by them, others didn't. Just then, I was grabbed by the back of my shirt and pulled up into the rafters by large beast. I didn't ever see it in the light, so it was hard to tell exactly what it looked like, but it was hairy. The beast spoke to me and told me it meant me no harm. It came to warn me that there were other more dangerous beasts outside our lodge preparing to take us all one by one. It was absolutely terrifying. It took a while to convince me that this creature that had grabbed me was truly on my side wanting to warn us. He said that he would send me back down to the floor and that I would have to convince the others the truth of what he said. To help me, he spoke strange words into the darkness and made a strange movement. When I looked down, my hair was all grown out and black and curly. He said this would be a sign to them, a sign of evil, and that I had to show them and explain its meaning. As soon as my feet touched the floor again, I woke up.

Elephant Trunk Showers, Jim Halpert and the Blarney Stone

It's been a while since I've been able to post anything. I've had nightmares, or I've forgotten what I dreamed so I was unable to share anything. Those days are hopefully over and I return now with a tale. First, I moved into a vacation house with no showers. The reason being this, that the new law in California was that inside showers were now prohibited because of the electricity they used. Instead, each resident was assigned an elephant that they would house on their property. In return, the elephant's trunk would become your new shower head. Unfortunately, I was not satisfied with this solution, so after consulting with Jim Halpert, we raced to the Blarney Stone in order to find the answers to this problem. I don't remember why it was a race, but before I woke up, I had arrived there just before Jim Halpert. I won. However, I got not response from the stone.

Attack of the Killer Wasps and Hornet

Last nights was pretty terrible. It started out ok, and then quickly deteriorated. I was still working for Aunt Sue in the future. I was assigned to help a client in the area of fashion design (no offense Justin, but she didn't think you would be up to it). I have no idea what that has to do with homeschooling, but that's what I did. So I was doing a little shopping online when Uncle Pete and the kids came over to hang out. It was at this point that I started seeing the wasps and hornets. Naturally, I freaked being afraid of bees and all. So I asked Uncle Pete if they could still sting me if I wore five layers of clothing. He said, "maybe not. but if they do sting you, you'll die." I asked if they were perhaps perhaps passive bees and slow to anger, but he said they were not. Just stepping near one would possibly set it off after you. If you looked out across the ground, there were bees every two feet. There was almost no surface that you could walk and not possibly anger one of them. So, before I woke up from this disaster of a dream, I was running top speed from fifty wasps and hornets in five layers of clothing in the middle of summer in Virginia. The worst part of this one, is that its not that hard to imagine and doesn't seem terribly impossible.
Hopefully, I'll get some good ones this week to share.

My Four Stages of Sleep (rated PG17?)

It was as if something in my brain had a remote control. It didn't like the channels and kept changing them in my head. I remember being in a palace watching over two children while waiting for their parents to come back. Then, I was caught in a sandstorm with invisible creatures making huge footprints everywhere that got blow away within seconds. Then I also remember watching as an evil man carried an unconscious man up to cliff. he dropped the unconscious man over the edge to his death, but instead the unconscious man turned to ashes as soon as he hit the ground. He did not die though. Within mere seconds, I could see him rising from his own ashes and coming back to life. The evil man was confused and afraid at the sight of this and disappeared. In the last stage of my dreaming, I was frying some kind of meat. The meat did not want to be fried, and therefore pulled itself out of my pan and stalked off in a rage. It was so bizarre.

Cortez and the Volcano Whirlpool

It's starting to get fuzzy in my mind now, but this is what I remember from the other night. I was in a long ship, like the ones the Vikings had. Cortez was the captain of the ship, and he was leading a crew from Canada down to Philadelphia where there was a volcano. The mission was to taking the long ship into the belly of the volcano which has a whirlpool of lava inside. We were to ride into the whirlpool to end below the top layers of the earth in order to ferry the souls of the damned. I had a special job on the boat, which I can't for the life of me recall right now. All I know is that Cortez was not happy with something I did, so he pulled off one of my socks. Funny, I lost one of my socks somewhere in the sheets in real life. I also bit my finger in my sleep and my dream. Creepy.

Honorable Mention

Well, last night mom lost her mind, literally, and one of my friends was on trial before the ministry of magic. There was also weird fire breathing entertainment at the opening of the trial. Weird.

X-people vs. Paul Bunyan and Babe the blue ox

A few nights ago, I was an X-woman? I don't really even know what my special powers were, but I had them. Probably something totally not useful. Anyway, I was with a pack of X-people. We were trying to execute some plan to save the world from evil, of course. We all got stopped in the security line leaving the airport. This security checkpoint was equipped with swords for each guard. After our leader got the confusion of our mission set straight, we were allowed to pass through. Immediately, we all spread out and went our separate ways. I was assigned to follow an assassin and make sure he didn't make it to the other side of the island. He was wandering around in the park mall. The park mall was just what it sounded like, a park inside the mall with woods and streams and everything. There was no ceiling to this mall, it was open to the sky above. I scaled a tall pine tree to stay out of site of the assassin. I was watching him from above when behind me I heard a loud voice booming through the trees. Paul Bunyan was coming up behind the woods with an axe in hand to cut down my tree. It was at this moment that I learned he was working for the enemy. The worst part was he had brought Babe the big blue ox. Super smooth talker, one of my companions, came over to help me out, but got there just as my tree came crashing down. I didn't die, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling either. And naturally, there after a few words from super smooth talker, I awoke.

Christopher being Creepy

This is not a dream of mine, but well worth sharing. The first night that Christopher and I were in New York I was woken up by him in the middle of the night. He was rolling around in his bed making strange noises. Then out of nowhere, he said "babies." It was very fast and his voice was really creepy, like he was dreaming he was a zombie wanting to eat babies. It was frightening. He because still and silent right after that and had absolutely no recollection of that in the morning.

Ferrying Fugitive across the Wild Wild West

I was away in New York City this weekend, but that seemed to have no effect on my mind. The second night at the hotel, I dreamed that Luke, Case, Ab, and I were stuck in the wild wild west. We were traveling under the radar with a fugitive who would later go on to become Jin from Lost. Uncle Pete met us by the river to ferry us out of the wild wild west. Luke and Ab had to take one for the team by disguising themselves as the opposite gender to make it easier for us to escape. We couldn't quite convince the sheriff of our fake identities and since we were harboring a fugitive, we ended up having to make a run for it. We hijacked a viking ship, and took off down the rapids towards the East Coast. We were tracked but not caught by the time Christopher woke me up.

Honorable Mention

I know this one is from last week, but it is still worth sharing. Some of you may or may not know Richie. He's a friend of mine from down here in Williamsburg. He and his wife Brandi are part of the Bible study group Meg and I attend from church. Anyway, I think I was wandering around in the dark on a path in the wilderness, when Richie appeared at the end of the hollow tunnel created by the trees. He came to help me, to warn me of some unforeseen danger, but I was too freaked out because he appeared much like the ghost of Banquo in Macbeth. I remember thinking of him as Banquo and it was all very confusing. Another shadowy figure started to take shape behind Richie, but I woke up before they could be identified.

Ocean Scrapers and the Elders of Our Planet

Three nights ago, I dreamed that I was hanging around the docks of a port. I don't think I was supposed to be there, so when people came by I tried to hide. One man spotted me and he yelled at me to get over here because my shift was coming up. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I went with it. I boarded a large ship with several other college graduates I didn't know. Five minutes later, we set sail for the ocean, the Pacific Ocean. After about an hour of sailing we came across a strange sight. We sailed past a city floating in the Ocean. It was completely isolated. There were no roads, no bridges, just sky scrapers and water. It was a secret Wonder of the World. The only people who knew about were the people who worked on this particular ship. We all stared until it was out of view again. Apparently, our destination was an old folks home on an Island west of South America. It had an island to itself and our job consisted of appeasing the residents. I think they were like our ancestors and guardians. We protected them and entertained them so that our race would continue. If any resident, old as they were, passed away....so did part of our history and culture. It was like Spock going back to save the Elders of his planet. (Sorry, we just watch the new Star Trek movie)Somewhere in there I woke up, and there the story ends.

The Human Aquarium

So I am with my family. We were going to stay the night with one of our friends. Her house is not like I remember it though. There is a strange basement with strange things in it. When we get through to the end of the new section, I discover an aquarium......a human aquarium. There are humans swimming around in this huge hidden aquarium tank. Their all happily swimming away out there on the other side of the glass. I ran back out of the house searching for the entrance to the aquarium. As soon as I found it, I dove in. I was pretty excited about swimming, though less at being stared at through glass. Many people joined me when they too discovered it. The only thing about this aquarium that was off was there was a 'hotel california' policy, you can never leave once you're there. Ok, so that part seems a little creepy, but overall, the swimming was pretty fun.

The Antichrist

You know its bad when your greatest fear is reformatting. This stuff is really starting to get to my head. Anyway, last night the Antichrist came, and I just knew what he was going to do. He reformatted everything in the world so no one could understand how to fix it anymore. It was horrible. Almost like switching from feet to meters. I don't know how he did it, but I was inconsolable thereafter. I don't remember the second part except the people I saw there who, for their sake, I shall no mention. Sorry the plot line is so short in this one. That's all I have for now.

Honorable Mention

I would just like to say that last night there was two of me, and I was my own padawan. This also means, I was legitimately talking to myself. I admit, the idea is pretty bogus, but it was pretty cool at the same time. I don't remember much else, it was fuzzy.

A Grand Return

I'm back! I've been a bit busy lately, but also my dreams were going through a semi-normal stage. Whether because I didn't find them amusing or because I didn't have time, did not post any of the past couple weeks. The spell has been broken and I am here to share more disturbing images from the mind of Moll with you.

Last night I was sent to a storage unit by one of my friends who wanted help moving some things. I arrived at his storage unit only to find it filled with small gnomes of the garden variety. They moved and spoke and their voices were very high and screechy rather than deep like you would expect from a manly-looking gnome. I wasn't sure what to do with them, so I told them all to link arms and follow me so no one would be lost. It was weird walking through the streets being followed by a long chain of squeaky garden gnomes singing Take It Easy by the Eagles. They crackled as they walked (like Snap, Crackle, Pop for anyone who remembers them). I took them with my to my volleyball game. It was a tournament game and I was late. I sat them all in the far left section of the seats in the warehouse so they would be out of the way. Then I grabbed some teenagers from the stands and went in the next room to warm up. If a volleyball could be made into a lamp shade, it would look like the one I was using. There were two holes in the ball, one on opposites of each other. I suppose it was the force that was keeping the ball in its shape. In this back room there were bones piled up on one side, but apparently that is normal, so I wasn't concerned. The room was lit by the light of lightning bugs. This is when my cousin Mike walked in and said these words, "College will make bones of us all." Then I was startled out of my sleep by the sound of Ben singing in the shower. So I shall leave you with those happy thoughts.