The last couple nights

Okay, here's how we're going to start. For the last two nights I've had a couple of strange dreams. And I am going to reveal them here in as much detail as I can remember.

Saturday night: This night I dreamt a dream where I was on a boat. It was like a pirate ship, or something out of that era. It was a cruise of sorts, where, despite the fact that it was a militial ship, we were having a good time. We were going about our daily business, and we were just like civillians if they were to take a cruise on a military ship. My mom called me to check up on me a couple of times. I was with my best friend, and my brother, and my cousins, and if I can remember correctly, there was even a girlfriend. Well, as the dream progressed eventually, somehow, Chinese people invaded the ship. But the Chinese were being lead by Hitler. Go figure. Anyway, they weren't causing damage, or killing anyone, they just asked me to come away with them. And I accepted. So, I left with the Chinese. And then we got back onto their bank, and it was snowy. Like a winter wonderland. I realized I was only in shorts and a tank top, and I was cold. And I mentioned it and they gave me a blanket/cloak, like what all of them were wearing. So I wrapped that around myself, and I distinctly remember wrapping my hands in the area where it reached them. And I was comfortable, temperature-wise and emotionally. Well, later on that afternoon we came to one of their restaurants. And they were completely, well, almost completely, chinese speakers. And they had french food, and chinese food. And I couldn't pronounce any of it. And I remember standing at the front of the line and not having to wait. Like I was a very important person to them or something. But, I did wait while other people ordered, just because, and partially because I didn't know what to get myself. Well, I was looking around and I noticed a short american menu, which I ordered off of. I don't remember what I got. But I remember thinking in that chinese restaurant (which is what it was, very bright neon, kinda' hong-kong looking restaurant) that I wanted to be back with my mom. And I was hoping she wouldn't worry too much about me, because I was alright. And I couldn't call her, but I don't remember if that was because I didn't have my cell, or if I didn't have reception, or if my cell was out of charge. One of those three. But then I got to thinking that it would be terrible for them if they could never hear from me again, which was quite impossible with the chinese, because while they were nice to me, and treating me like a very important member of their party, they did not leave me any freedoms. Except to walk unchained. And in the end of my dream I was trying to think how I could get back home, and I thought of just running away, but knew there was no way I could find my own way back home, plus the Chinese would just come looking for me again. Then I decided that I would wait till some Americans got into a fight with them, then I would just quietly rejoin the ranks of the americans and come back home with them. And that's when I woke up.

Sunday Night: This dream really interests me. I can't remember how it started, but it took place in a dream mall/office area that I've dreamt about before. It was a mix between a school, a boarding house, an office area, and a mall. Well, there was this girl that worked there, and she was extremely attractive, and nice on top of it. But my friend didn't know anything about her, but he was madly in love with her. (This isn't my best friend, who was not in this dream, just a friend.) And so I decided I would try to get them to meet each other. And we'd sit outside this girl's work every day and wait for her to leave. She'd never notice us, but we'd be watching her and talking about her. Well, caddy-corner to her work-place was a tall skyscraper, which I believe was like a hotel, but inside the skyscraper you realized you were attached to the mall. Her father owned either the whole place or one of the restaurants in there. Well, the main part of the dream happens now. It was night. Somehow the girl, one of her friends, and me and my friend had all gotten together, and were alone in this tower. Way up high, like 15th floor or something. Anyway, we were having a good time, and he and her were getting along fine. But something happened and he left the room, and I was in the room. And I was naked. But then some people showed up. And I put some tight work-out pants on (a pair of them that I actually own) and was going to beat them with a stick. But they saw me, and I think threatened to shoot me or something. So, I let that go. Well, when they were done with us, they went back to the elevator that they used to come up in. Well, it wouldn't go down, and when we looked below the elevator, we could see some people down there looking like they were waiting to come back up. Well, I assumed it was the "Punk'd" cast from TV. And I said so. And they told me I was right. Well, I went back into the room, still trying to play it off as real, but then something terrible happened. The tower was destroyed. I don't know how I know this, but I knew it right before the tower started tilting. It didn't collapes like the twin towers, it toppled over sideways like a jenga game. Well, all I know is that I reached for the beautiful girl, and we held each other close as the tower toppled. But then I was no longer part of the scene, but an observer. And the girl was looking at me, and screaming as she was getting crushed by first furniture (I remember a bed and a chair) and then the building itself as the walls got pulled apart by gravity. And I was calm, but I felt frantic on her behalf. It was a terrible feeling in me. But then it was over. And my friends were gone. All three of them had died, I think. But somehow my original friend was back in the next scene. Or something like that. Maybe it was my best friend from back home. I don't remember. But somehow we found out that those people below the elevator had come in and smashed the foundation the tower was built on, and caused it to topple, with the intent of killing us. And that whole part happened at night. I still feel horrible about the girl dying, but I don't know what it means. Or anything. Anyway, those are my two dreams from the last couple of nights.

Saturday night, # 2. This dream was about a blue convertible I had. I promised the owned to come look at another car he had, and I had my best friend along. But we decided we didn't want the other car. The main feeling surrounding this dream was intense excitement, and the fulfillment that having "things" brings to people. All I know is it was a blue convertible with blue interiors. Completely.

Now, I know these are strange dreams, and even stranger is the fact that I remember them so well. But that's that for you. Maybe someone will have an interpretation for me. But who knows. Maybe dreams aren't supposed to be interpreted.

~Daniel