Linkin Park's Guest of Honor (Dream)

My dream started off in a school, but it wasn't like any school you would expect. It was a dreamer's school, meaning when you went to sleep and had dreams in real life about school, this was the school everyone went to when they dreamed. What if that were really a thing? How some people dream about being back at school, but it's actually a collaborative place where we all go to when we're dreaming about it? And the students you don't know are actually other people who are dreaming? Anyway...

My friend Rose was there, whom I hadn't seen since grade school, before I left in the 5th grade. She used to do this thing where she would bring some little toys from home and we could buy them for a quarter, fifty cents, a dollar... In my dream, she was doing the same thing, but I didn't have money with me.

All I can really remember about the school is that there was an assignment that had to be done, and the winner of the assignment would get to meet the bad at an upcoming concert. I never really did my homework, but I was really excited to do this assignment because I wanted to be the one who got picked. However, I had to go to the bathroom really bad but the bathroom was so dirty and disgusting. It took me a long time in the bathroom because I was trying to cover up the seat so I didn't get any of the nastiness on me, and then students kept coming in and out, making me nervous, and the door didn't have a lock on it, so I was trying to time it right so no one would be trying to open my door while I was going.

I took so long in the bathroom that by the time I was finished, the bell had already rang and class was over. I thought I had missed out on the assignment because the teacher wasn't able to give it to me, but when I saw Rose in the hallway, she said she had collected it for me and put it at the top of my locker. Now everyone was going to recess and lunch.

I guess some time had passed because as I was walking the hallways of the school, especially this long open hallway with big windows like we had between the middle school and elementary like we did when I went to Red Bud, the teacher had stopped me. She looked like this English teacher I had in 8th grade, which was at a completely different school in real life. I can't remember her name though... Anyway, she stopped me to tell me congratulations, that I had won. I would be the special guest of honor to attend the concert and meet the band afterwards.

So now it was suddenly the night of the concert, and it was dark out but the lights were shining so bright all around me. I remember trying to work my way through the crowd to the stage because I wanted to see who I would be meeting. I could hear U2 music. Usually that's who I would dream about if I were seeing a concert, because they were always my favorite band when I was growing up. I remember thinking to myself - hmm... I've met U2 before in my dreams, but it's okay. I don't mind hanging out with them again. It's been a while.

However, as I reached the stage, the announcer said it was now time for the contest winner to come up and meet the band. I got up on the stage, and then the announcer announced that it was Linkin Park that I was going to be hanging out with. The crowd went wild and they came out and began singing "Burn It Down". I just got to stand there, better than any front row seat, and watch them perform it.

After they did a few songs, which I didn't get to hear or watch in my dream because time passed, it was now time to hang out with the band and ride some rides. We went on one that was kind of like a haunted hay ride, only it was a roller coaster. I'm not sure how to explain it. Like - it was creepy and slow, but we were in a roller coaster on a track. Since I was the guest of honor, I got to sit in front, Chester was behind me and Mike was next to him, and then there were the other bandmates behind them, as well as some other girls they were hanging out with.

As we got to some scary parts of the ride, I could hear the girls scream and giggle. I was sitting sideways in my seat so I could still interact with Chester without him having to look at the back of my head the whole time. We started climbing up this very steep hill, and it seemed to be endless. The higher we got, the more anxious everyone in the cart was getting about the big drop ahead. Even the guys were getting a little nervous. I took Chester's hand, and held onto his index finger the way a child would with their parent.

That must have seemed like an intimate gesture to him, because while everyone else was distracted, he told me with much sincerity to be careful with what I do, because I didn't know depths of which his mind was capable of. Basically, he was trying to say - don't try to flirt or start getting intimate because he was desperate for someone to love him, but he had a lot of issues and inner demons, and he was trying to warn me of it because if I were to get involved with him, I'd have to get involved with his demons as well. I thought to myself - Dude... you killed yourself in real life, I'm pretty sure I know what kind of demons you're suffering from right now. And with that, I held his hand tighter to let him that I accepted whatever may happen, and I was here for him. I leaned in, gave him a kiss on the cheek, told him it would be okay, and then we reached the top of the roller coaster.

It teetered on the highest point for a moment and everyone went completely silent. It was at that moment that I felt arms reach around me from behind and that extra weight on my side of the roller coaster caused it to finally budge forward, and we descended into darkness down the very steep drop. Everything went black and that's all I could remember of the dream. All I know is that I was so happy because I knew he had hugged me and it made me feel warm and fuzzy. It's like - I knew he had issues, and I was willing to accept them, and because of that, he accepted me. Very sweet!

I Was Kidnapped! (Dream)

The dream started off as something completely different. At first I was in a movie theater, and everyone was wearing costumes. Every time I would see a costume I liked, all I had to do was think about it, and I would be wearing something like it, but in my own personal style.

I did this a few times before the scene shifted in my dream and I was now a mermaid, but instead of being in the theater, I was on a beach with my momma mermaid. I was about 17 in this dream. We had gotten washed up on the sand and were struggling to get back in the water, but then these creeps came and saw us. They talked about how they could get a lot of money for mermaids, but even more money for a pregnant one, so one of them impregnated me (as weird as that is to write). My momma mermaid was yelling at them to stop as they held her down and told them to take her, not me, but they carried me off and that was the last I had seen of her.

The scene shifted again and now I was now in an old barn home, and I had legs. The baby had been born since then, and was about a year old. I was carrying it around with me while I did chores. Apparently I was being held captive in this home with a bunch of hillbilly kidnappers, forced to have their children and take care of their home. But it was at that moment that I realized I had a cell phone with me.

I would have to play it cool, not wanting to raise any suspicions. I would continue to do my chores as normal, but as soon as I had a moment (which was almost impossible as I was constantly being watched), I would try to get a message out and send a text to my Mom. My real-life Mom, not my mermaid mom. So I finished my chores for the day, put the baby down to sleep, and went to bed.

It was like I didn't realize what had gone on these past couple of years, because when I went to bed, there was a man laying there. I guess he was my mate? I wouldn't say he was my partner because that usually meant both parties were willing to partake. And I definitely wouldn't have called him my lover because I had no love for this stranger. But he was waiting for me to climb into bed, which I had done as I was expected. I turned over on my side facing the window of the bedroom, and pretended to go to sleep while I waited for him to fall asleep first.

When I thought he was out, I pulled the phone out, which I had been hiding between my boobs. The light was bright though, so I tried to cover it up as best as I could while logging onto my facebook page so that I could text my Mom. I had almost gotten the message done when he started to stir. I hid the phone, but it was too late. He knew something was up and asked what I was doing. I told him I was trying to look up a recipe, while trying to hit send on the message. Even part of a message would be better than sending her no message at all. I believe it was supposed to say "Mom, I've been kidnapped, I'm at [whatever address it was], please come get me".

He yanked the phone away from me, saw the message, and started to raise hell. This caused the others in the house to come bursting through the door. I knew they were really going to punish me for it, and I wasn't even sure if the message got through or not, but I know I needed to survive, so I busted through the window and ran. And ran. And ran! But not before they shot at me. Since I was pretty far off and trying to dodge any bullets, they hit me, but it wasn't enough to take me down.

I ran to the place where I thought my Mom might come looking for me, which was the beach where I had been taken before. When I got there, they caught up with me, and one of them managed to stab me. I don't really remember much of what happened after this since I had to get up and get Tricity's lunch ready for her field trip today. What a weird dream though!

Is Robert Downy Jr. OK? (Dream)

So this dream started off with me getting to watch Avengers: Endgame, but instead of watching the movie, I was actually interacting with the movie, and it wasn't actually like the movie at all. But as dream logic will do, this is just the way it was. And I wasn't myself in this dream, I was my superhero version of myself, Tricity (whom I named my daughter after).

In this reality, I was in a relationship with Tony Stark, as we all know as Iron Man. I have no idea where Pepper was. He and her weren't together in this dream. She was gone a long time ago. We had a flirty hot thing going on. He was all snarky and sarcastic, and I was able to take what he had thrown at me and fire it right back, so just when he thought he would say something to take me off guard, I'd turn the table and sweep him off his feet. And that was our thing, and it was amazing. And because of that, I got to know him in a way no one else did.

Where we were different is that where he tended to keep things light and aloof, I was very deep and intense, and he loved that about me. I admired how easily he seemed to brush people off, but how he made sure to let me know I mattered, and he loved how I could be so interactive and involved with everyone, but tried not to be so clingy with him, even though he knew how I wanted to spend every moment with just him.

It was sometimes hard to do though, because he was Iron Man after all, and he was fighting this Infinity War, trying to save the world, and I was off doing my thing with the X-Men, because that's who I was, and it obviously doesn't seem like the X-Men were involved in his huge Marvel event :-p So while I was off doing things with my team, he was off doing things with his, and we would try to meet up when we could somewhere in the middle.

The most amazing part of my dream was being able to fly! It always takes me a few tries in my dream though. I guess because my dreams are like - hell yeah, let's fly! But my mind that is still attached to reality is like - whoa, wait a minute, you cant just do that. So I have to concentrate really hard and jump into the air a couple of times, and then bam! I'm flying :-D

There came a sad point in my dream, though. I don't exactly remember why, but we ended up deciding to take a break from each other. As terrible as it was - I just remember telling myself that this was the way it was mean to be, because that's how the movie was supposed to go. Maybe it was because we were both so busy all the time? Or maybe he didn't want me to end up getting hurt if something happened to him during this war? But I wanted to still be there for him, so while he was off doing his thing, I had kept tabs on him. Luckily I had a piece of one his shattered helmets that had enabled me to track his location. It was red and metallic and all scratched up, so there were shiny scratches of silver underneath that would sparkle when they would catch the light. When I'd get to missing him, I would sit there with this piece of helmet, and I would rock it back and forth in the dim light to see it shine.

There came a point when the X-Men got into a battle, and as it often happened to do, the X-Mansion was getting destroyed again. Walls were left half standing, half in rubble. Smoke and fire filled the scene. Things were looking pretty bad and Iron Man must have gotten word of it, because he ended up showing up. I was busy fighting, so I only knew he had come here since I could recognize his voice nearby. He was in the lab, which was half torn down, and I was standing on the other side of the wall.

I pressed myself flat against the bricks so that I could hear what he was saying. I could hear him asking about me. And by his choice of words, I could also tell that he missed me. The person he was speaking to told them that they didn't know where I was at the moment, but they would relay the message. Tony told them not to say anything though, and I knew he didn't want me to know he was trying to look out for me, so when they were done talking and I heard his footsteps coming towards my direction, I tried to fly away so he wouldn't know I was there.

It was hard to fly though. As I said, when I try to fly in my dreams, it takes a couple of attempts, but I managed to get high enough to float above the doorway, hoping he wouldn't see me. I remember him coming out the door and I was looking down on him, and then there was an explosion, but I'm not sure what happened after that, because I supposedly "woke up" in my dream.

I wasn't actually awake though, I was still dreaming, but the "real" me was instantly worried, thinking - is Robert Downy Jr. okay? Because now I had it in my head that what happened to us as superheroes was his last scene in the movie, and he hadn't been heard from since then. So I started searching google on my phone and on the computer, trying to see if he was alright. For some reason, dream me thought the explosion really happened and the people involved with the movie were trying to cover it up.

Eventually I woke up when I got frustrated enough with constantly looking on the search engines, and I knew it was all just a dream, and it was silly of me to think something happened to him when hes clearly been on social media posting about the new movie... But I still couldn't help but to double check, just to be sure  ;-)  lol