i had a weird dream about mario and about a hotel (they had like everything there, swimmingpool, restaurant, waterslide, playplace for kids, shops and however)

i was at a restaurant with my parents but at somehow my parents were in a hurry and i had to tag along so i run with my parents
i lost them eventually because i couldn't follow where my parents were going

i was at the big mall so i couldn't find my way back either, not that long later i found the teleport by confidence so i went in there and i was at the mario world
i met mario, Luigi, baby mario and baby Luigi, i had to see how they attacked the goomba's

it was hard to beat the goomba's but the 4 of them won the battle with the goomba's but not that long later there was a earthquake,
the ground fell and there was fire, maybe bowser did something with the ground, i don't know but the ground was gone

the 4 of them survived and they could run on time before there was a big hole with fires but i fell from it and the teleport brings me back to where i was before (well sort of)
i landed at the forest, i walked all the way to the hotel, i finally found it and a few of my old schoolmates talked to me how i was doing and all

my parents finally found me at the swimmingpool and was worried sick about me, they had a worried look on their faces and asked me not to do it ever again because they had lost me

edit: i get the feeling bowser has something to do with the ground breaking and make it a fire of it

I got locked in a room with Masahiro Sakurai. Now, although he's on my stable list, he's the only one who can't speak English. He had no interpreter with him.

Then a 2'x3' sketch pad dropped in the middle of the room, complete with drawing tools. As I doodled a drawing of Kirby, I hummed the theme song of the series. Sakurai-sensei approached and started drawing his interpretation of Kirby.

Then, I gently touched his face. He held that hand and gave me a kiss.

As the time in the locked room passed, people delivered food to our room.

By the time we were allowed to leave, we were in a embrace that shown progress without speaking.

We spent the whole time in what was a cross between a hotel room and a two way psych experiment room. We would gesture what we wanted. I cuddled up with him and he held me even when after 12 hours passed. We were locked in at 8AM and they let us out at 8PM.

I eventually fell asleep wearing my jacket I wore that day over my undies (I have trouble with regulation of body temperature.) I could smell him for some odd reason. It was the smell of soap only sold in Japan and through deputy services. It smelled of certain fragrant green plants found in Japan's forests.

It sorta put me to shame I didn't shower and he did before the non verbal experiment. I sort of smelled of dust.

Actually, for a while now, I have been stuck in a number of non-verbal cue reading dreams. One thing I struggle with, along with gauging my mood, is reading non-verbal cues, due in part of my overall health issues. If I don't understand something from your view point, it's probably due to the number of cues I have to read.

It's weird that these above mentioned dreams are either a blessing or a curse. I hate these crapshoots that these dreams have become.

It's frustrating to go from dreams that take your mind off Earth's tethering limits and force you to pay attention to a greaseboard full of unreadable text and diagrams.

i had a weird dream,

we had to practice about something, and that went well.
i had to walk somewhere, i don't know where though but i walked the wrong way and accidently walked home
i told the old teacher that this way we were walking sounded familair to me

we never found our way back after that, infact, we were walking somewhere and we went to an another country in no time and we didn't even had a teleport there

I recently had a dream I was donating life energy to those in need. The system with donations is it used a triple prong needle setup, placed in the hand, not unlike IV ports and life energy usually came as a slightly thicker than water liquid (water's gravity is measured as 1.0, blood is 1.08 (?) and life energy is 1.2. It came in almost neon shades when extracted. The color resembled
varieties of Mountain Dew, which I've been 3 years clean of Mountain Dew.

The energy was cataloged in 24 known types, all named after the Greek alphabet characters. However, I had a rare type called OO-, which was designated as both donor and recipient neutral and was valued in emergencies when shortages of any of the 24 types were involved.

My life energy was usually sourced out to Masahiro Sakurai, who now got the injections on a monthly basis instead of carrying an IV with the hook on the IV cart. Erik Estrada would have promoted a Public Service Announcement for those with excess energy to donate and I would be featured as the top donor in the country.

OO- type individuals need 24 needles stuck in them to draw from due to the number of liquids flowing through special veins known as Leyline veins, which people who donated life energy, and throughout that dimension, had as part of the evolved physiology of humans. The colors of these life energy fluids resembled almost every different flavor that had a unique color of Mountain Dew.

It was a weird look at the evolution of man. But I would earn more money than those who had the regular 24 types due to my rarity, my excess and the importance of its neutral compatibility for both donors and recipients.

I woke up and saw my father off to work. They hired someone new and we're hoping to get him to ask for a day shift to alleviate his bipolar. I eventually went shopping with my mom and lunch out.

But that dream was weird. But then again, blood work is a routine part of the monitoring process.

Still waking up in the middle of the night.

That's usually the end of the dream.

During this dream, I was given a visit by Keanu Reeves. He grew back the facial hair, so this was after filming Bill and Ted 3 (haven't seen him without the scraggly beard). I was sitting up in bed, watching cartoons from my younger years, ones that entertained both kids and adults with action and double entendre.

He went to my right side of the bed and placed pure white roses in a tip-proof vase and gave me a hug. It wasn't half-hearted, either. He wrapped his arms around my back (I'm like, one of a few people that is involved a trust pact where we have a relationship deep enough to understand each other without vocalizing and he's the other half of it.) He asked "How you feeling?"

I told him, "I spent all summer in and out of the hospital." He said "What did they do?" I said "I was given a nerve stimulation implant, I had reconstruction to my mouth, I recently was put on diet pills after much fighting with insurance with the advocacy of the endocrinologist, had a modified CT scan with contrast for what appeared to be stones in a couple organs and I had switched birth control methods that aligned with my needs for relief from hormonal issues women can get in their childbearing years. The entirety of this Summer Camp of Horrors was just particularly hell because a lot of this was during the hottest May-September on Earth's records."

He said "I brought you something you might like." He brought me a huge box of the missing dolls in my collection, in other words, the ones I never bought from Monster High and Ever After High. He noticed as I unboxed the dolls, I separated the paperboard (the cardboard typically used in packaging for fashion dolls and dry goods type of foods like pasta) and the plastic for the window. I told him it's part of construction for my doll town in the basement. He also brought doll collector boxes for me to keep my dolls neat and separate and easy to locate in the tote storage boxes (those huge Rubbermaid and like brand containers people usually use for holiday decorations). He also gave me more dolls from other lines that I was collecting from. One was 5" in average height.

Either way, I collected the toys up, boxed them up in the collector boxes, put the paperboard and plastic in the work bins in the basement and helped me in bed, tucked me in and said he's going to be in the living room and he'll check in on me.

Take note: I normally collect dolls that are not the Barbie brand but still are made by Mattel and have a fantasy look. The various Disney dolls made by Hasbro are another I go for. I do collect the Made to Move Barbie subline and any dolls with more articulation beyond head, shoulders and hips and removable clothes.

I usually would buy more than one copy of certain dolls, particularly for my OOAK doll making (OOAK = One Of A Kind)

So it was a nice dream, but it seemed like he was trying to curry my favor after the Day Camp from Hell experience of summer. He probably was wishing me a happy birthday because of his busy schedule (Halloween baby, here). What he doesn't know is he made my list of guys I like. Better not tell him, I don't know about any ego issues he might get from me. He seems down to Earth, but you can never tell about men, especially since men have their own ego issues and can easily be broken like wine glasses with Nitro's music cranked to 11.

My dream can get complex.

Dreamed about taking my nephew to the movies, and all the things that could go wrong did go wrong. Also dreamed about taking an exam about dog care, of all things.

Taking my nephew to the movies later today, so hopefully things go according to plan.

i had a weird dream,

i dreamed about, y'know what 2 people do in bed when they are in love, so i did it with my best friend, he asked me if i'm in love with him
and i answered: uhmmmmmm y-yes and he was like: Mmmmm interesting, so we did it again

then i dreamed about chocolate, i sneaked to pick out many chocolates, my parents and 2 best friends from my parents asked what i was up to
i answered: errrrr n-nothing (while being nervous) i eated many chocolates, and in no time i was at my old school with many old student and a few of them are or were my best friends

last night i also had a dream my sister and father made it up to each other and forgave each other from huge fights,
almost 3 months ago when my parents were 30 years married we spended the time with the 4 of us (my dad, parents, my sister and me) we were going to the escape room,
then we were going somewhere else, during that time to somewhere else it wasn't going good, but when we came home it came bad to worse and all of it came out
they officially got irritated to each other and my sister ran out of the house, they still didn't made it up to each other after almost 3 months

i hope someday they will, i got upset when my sister ran out of the house that day, so i hope the dream i was having comes true

Dreamt I was called to the hospital to donate life energy to the one man who needed it for his job: Alice Cooper. I was escorted by police in my grandfather's sedan as my father was driving. As you may remember, I am Type OO-, which meant I could both donate and receive to and from the standard 24 types typified in Greek alphabetical characters and the number of Type OO- were 1 in 25 million. Alice was a Type Gamma. They fed me fluids with calories such as flavored milk or sodas like cola and ginger ale and as usual...

1, 2, 3...Poke!

And from the contents they fed me, Type Gamma flowed into a collection bottle, glowing bright orange as it filled.

(Funny thing about us Type OO-s: our energy type changes based on nutritional or medicinal contents of the foods and drinks or vitamins taken in. Because they fed me sodas with ingredients known to fight nausea and vomiting, it became Type Gamma. Otherwise, during periods of fasting, the 24 types lay dormant in energy sacs throughout the body. During fasting, a neutral energy, recognized as True Type OO- flows. This is what is donated when supplies on the other 24 types are low.)

They rushed the container to Alice's room and hooked him up. I was drained, so they gave me an energy drink using non-standard ingredients that do much less damage than standard ones.

I eventually got to talk to Alice. He appreciated my donation and he had someone say for him, his publicist being his middleman, that he's currently taking a few days off to recuperate and that those were to see him in my area will not only be reimbursed, but he'll gladly perform a couple classics I like from his decades long career with me performing a special version of "What Baby Wants". I told him "It's going to take 3 days before you can perform again. Don't push it or it will be all for nothing." He said, "Even though I am no fan of needles, when I heard you were my donor, it was 'Anything for you, milady' and it hurt at first."

I told him I've been getting blood work since I was 10 and more recently donating life energy to guys like him. I told him "If you want to have some semblance of control, have them count '1, 2, 3, Poke!' and on 'Poke!' that's when the needle goes in." I kissed him on the cheek and said "You may be an internationally known rock star, but I am a professional patient." I left for home to watch TV and rest up for the performance.

That was about the size of it.

Dreamed about a giant wasp (size of at least my hand) flying around my bed, but the weirdest thing is that I was in a bedroom I didn't recognize. I woke up when the wasp tried to pull off my duvet.

That's nightmare fuel alone.

In any case, my favorite season of the year is winter. Given the 23° tilt for the Earth's axis, I probably should vacay somewhere in Argentina. Australia is home to gigantic bugs, including 3 meter earthworms.

Those weird "large family" dreams are back, even after I stated to everyone and myself I don't want children.

Damn triskadectuplets dreams. Do I look like a cat? No human, to my knowledge, in the history of known births, had given birth to multiples of 13 in one sitting and they survived.

For their 7th birthday, the children, named after famous animals (characters) corresponding to birth order and who won the Chinese Zodiac animal footrace, the first three are boys, Remy, Ferdinand and Tony, the next three are girls, then 3 boys, then 3 girls and the "cat" is our youngest son, Casey (after Thomas O'Malley, from his theme song)...

...were taught how to play Mario Kart Ultimate on individual game systems similar to the Nintendo Switch lite. Each had a signature color and the lobby was family only. At this point, player number capacity went to 32 maximum. Being as a gaming family, me, my husband (turned out to be Grant Imahara) and our 13 children would wait for my cousins to join in. Then it would be a race as we fight to the finish. They also added Sonic characters after the behind the scenes argument came to a head and they agreed for Sonic to appear with Mario in non-main games like party, sports and kart racing games, so Sega had a last resort before they were about to go under: do what Apple and Microsoft did years ago to stay rivals and keep each other alive by investing in their futures (many years ago, around the turn of the millennium, Microsoft gave their rival Apple an investment to stay afloat as rivals).

But these family races would be a deciding factor of "Who Would Host the Holiday Party?" I would win and it would mean picking up soft drinks from Coca-Cola, PepsiCo and 7UP\Dr. Pepper. Grant and the kids would take part of the lists and we'd rack up enough food to feed St. Virginia's Army, as I called us as a whole.

During the party, there is a memorial toast to my mother. My mother is a Christmas fan. Somehow, she died on her 65th birthday, which was the week after my 39th birthday, Grant's 56th birthday, the kids' 7th birthday and our 8th anniversary. (At least party planning is my better skill. The coincidence of my birthday, his birthday and the kids birthday and the fact we married on our birthday that year was miniscule, but a cosmic convenience. I don't know how to describe it.) The kids have developed a taste for Fanta, each drinking a different flavor.

My Grandfather made it to 101 and still spry as ever "Now...I'm old!" He declared. (My stepgrandmother, Grandma Barb said to me "For all the talking you (myself) do, it makes up for his silence!" My grandfather was a man of few words, but if someone in politics was corrupt and abusive to power, there would be no end to his argument for better political power.)

Normal days, I wake up before everyone else. Our five cats, John, George, Ringo, Paul and Yoko, would be fed. "The Beatles" were Khao Manee we rescued as kittens. They were all male, had fluffy white fur and all had heterochromia iridium, with one blue eye and one green eye. They got their names as they were brothers (I remember a Tibetan Spaniel litter with those boy names) with eyes that matched the "sky of blue and sea of green" from "Yellow Submarine", a hit that has quite an impact. I dressed them in collars matching the respective Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band uniform designation. Yoko is about a year younger, is an all black Japanese bobtail, has orange eyes, wears a white collar and bonded to John. All were fixed, vaccinated, chipped, dewormed when we got them.

I usually take my medicine and get started on breakfast, which means a constant supply of rice, special dishware for my husband and I, plus our kids (He has a turtle motif, I have a crane motif, the kids have their respective animals as their motifs, all on our dishes) then cooking large batches of soups, soybeans, dashi omelettes. By the time I finish, my husband and kids are dressed for work and school. I serve it out. I have a schedule for what I serve for breakfast. One week it's traditional Japanese, next week it's American. And it usually repeats, but the meals are never usually the same.

It was strange to load the kids into the van, which I call Banjira (a nod to The Loud House van named Vanzilla) but I was glad my father bought it for me and Grant while I was pregnant with the kids. My father said "You have your mother's mother's mother's fertility. Strange how it slipped a few generations" (Great Grandma Sophie usually had twins or triplets, but overall, she had 11 children, my great aunts, great uncles and my mean grandmother, the one who keeled over due to bad diet full of industrial toxins and an inability to be nice to my father.)

Then came Christmukkah. My heritage is mixed and Grant celebrated Christmas for the sake of taking advantage of the time off. In my family, the 3 weeks prior to Advent is a celebration of The 8 Nights of Chanukah (we usually celebrate it on a fixed date rather than follow a separate calendar. Too confusing to have so many holidays with moving dates), Christmas Eve, The 12 Days of Christmas and Advent, which actually hold much deeper meaning to my family. This was my Grandma Virginia's birthday. My grandma was one of Princeton Junction's most loved people, 200 mourners came to pay final respects at her funeral and that every year at Christmas and Advent, the local diocese honored her for her lifetime of kindness and care to those who reached out to her in the community. I taught the kids the importance of respect of one's elders and ancestors and the 9 Virtues our family upheld. Essentially, they were the original names of the 9 crests in the Digimon series: Courage, Friendship, Love, Knowledge, Innocence, Honesty, Hope, Light and Kindness.

I work at a health, beauty and cosmetics company marketing to non conformists like myself. Our biggest seller is our low-sting hair bleach powder and the graded system of creme developer. We also had merged with oVertone and released new colors for both blonde and brown hair. I work in chemistry enough to be careful.

Grant works at the robotics firm across the highway and they pay him handsomely for brand new and remodeled robots and droids.

Our kids are currently 10 years and in 4th grade in a school for little geniuses. The graduation grade is 6th grade, starting junior high at 7th. Seeing as Dad works in robotics and Mom is a chemist in Food, Drug and Cosmetics, something probably rubbed off on the 13 of them.

The weird alternate reality you have witnessed is of one PANDAQUEEN, age 31, single and a constant patient in a hospital bed found in the Wayside Zone.

i had a weird dream about stomach ache, and not just the stomach ache you have when your sick, when you eat too much or the pain you have during your period but a weird way of stomach ache

in my dreams i had cramps in my legs and arms and the pain is going to my stomach
i had a syndrome but i don't even know what it's called in my dreams

but i've been having strange dream today

edit: in my dreams i had to go to the doctor because of the strange pain i was having

Sometimes I have a headshot in my dream...what does it mean?



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i've been having weird dreams again

and this time it was about running away from home and the quidance saw me runaway and asked one of my roommate to look for me or something,
i run into an big building, and just about when my roommate find me, i bumped from a roof, and run far away, and the other human found me and told me NOT to runaway or something


and when i snoozed a bit i had a pretty short dream about Tinkerbell and her friends, vidia was her enemy again during the neverbeast part, that is so NOT in the movie, infact she's a lot nicer to everyone
well expect to rosetta at the times

i thought about the runaway part it was really happening to me because i was confussed when i woke up

Same old, same old.

I meet Grant Imahara during a point we're not committed to someone else.

We date and because we share a birth month and date, (10/23) we elope and move to Japan because of job opportunities for us. He gets a job working with a "shoulder ninja robot" project that works as eyes for visually impaired citizens and translates the Japanese language for English speakers. (This was a hard sell to my mother.)

We buy a large house in the country. But that helps because I am pregnant.

I spend from January to October carrying that litter of 13. Eventually, my children were born and all survived. The date? 10/23. So not only did me and Grant marry on our birthday, but the kids share their birthday with us.

Time passed and it was just a jumble until kindergarten. We sent them to a large kindergarten complex with numerous flower classes. The boys were sent to the Hibiscus class and the girls were sent to the Plumeria class.

The kids enjoy kindergarten and I would send them special vegan bento that suited them.

Universe, I'm getting ready to kick your nuts if you don't stop with the insanity.

Dreamed about a shark
what does it mean?


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Had a mental dream last night that I bought a pack of sausages and it was so hot in the car, they started to sizzle and cook. When I opened the bag, they'd all turned into little piglets that jumped out and proceeded to explode my heart with snuffly cuteness! :lovestruc

That's kind of funny. They must have been pork.

I had a dream I was chatting with @Bubblebeam using something that appeared to be Discord, but it was really weird. I couldn't actually type my own reply, instead I was presented with a choice of options to reply with and I had to pick from them. When I tried to cancel out of the choices things got really weird, and also really creepy, because it brought up the display as if I could type my own reply but then the program started slowly typing out it's own response as if it had a mind of it's own.

I've been sleeping on and off. Had a dream where Neil Patrick Harris worked at my work. Then another dream where my Amazon echo turned evil and was speaking a different language. I also had a dream where a high school ex boyfriend gave me a ring and we ordered take away.

It's really strange, ever since Adam got this gold Pokemon card thing I keep dreaming of my high school boyfriend Lennie (not in a romantic way). Maybe it's because I remember he had the same gold card?

Mostly nightmares that revolve around the fact that I have had 3 permanent back teeth removed from my recent operation.

The gravitational theme is I got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to kiss Erik Estrada. For a man who turned 70 in the past 6 months, his smile was the kind of epic that would make any dentist do the "We're not worthy!" bowing routine from Wayne's World and unlike the Great Wall of China, you could see it from space.

But when we agreed upon a kiss (French), I couldn't back out. He found those empty spaces and tossed me to the ground. I tearfully ask "Why? How could you?!" And he replied "I should ask you about that." He left and my dream ended

You should also take into account my mouth pain also compounded the emotional exhaustion.

July 25, 2019
I don't sleep much, but when I get sleep, I do dream. I was given some new underwear in various stripe colors. Thick stripes resembling various Pride flags.

I got a giant card signed by the guys I like with a handwritten note saying "You've been working hard. We made a deal with your favorite store and they would like you to try these out. Happy 32nd birthday." and three new guys signed: Peter Dinklage (we were at some feline society benefit to raise money to rescue a man and the 200 cats he's rescuing in a war zone), Russell Brand (he and I were involved in some sketch comedy and the audience reacted well), and Jason Momoa (he and I were at the opening of a recycling plant that made various fabrics from single use plastics. From fleece to the very robes Buddhist monks from Southeast Asian temples wear, we had it covered.)

As the days passed, I wore the various prints in unapologetic manner of just opened the packs I was sent and wearing them as I did. I eventually went to my usual shop and gave a great review.

There was a knock on the door and it was Russell. He was shy, but I invited him in to experiment my drinks. He told me my drinks needed tweaks in the mix to ice ratio.

i had a dream about someone who's dead for almost 4 years already,

i'm told that he's lying about his death, i don't know how or what but he told us he disapeared somewhere and killed himself somewhere else then the Netherlands

Belgium or Turkey? he killed himself if that's something i'm sure about in my dream

i know in real he didn't want to live anymore and asked to do the euthanasia thing, 1 day right before his granddaughter birthday it happened, the doctor gave him something and in no time he didn't woke up anymore, i don't get why nobody could stop him and change his mind about the euthanasia almost 4 years ago,

pffff what a horrible nightmare

I had a dream I drove a tank over a guardrail on the road and down a wooded hill. The trees were aspens. There were brown leaves on the ground so it must have been fall.
Why?
I think it was because I was researching RV motor homes, and how to drive them.

How the hell did you get access to a tank? Even with all my involvement with the government, I'm only allowed to guard my house.

My dreams lately had Lee Unkrich and I spending the weekend at home while my parents were in Bangor, Maine taking a tour of all things Stephen King in a horror fiction museum. (My parents recently got into NOS4A2 on AMC and the books that were the basis for the show were written by Stephen King's son Joe Hill). Lee wanted to go because he's a big fan of The Shining, but he was given the obligation to protect me and Gemini while they were away (I am not the most graceful in gross motor skills, but rallying troops with a speech to fight in a resistance is where my grace shines).

He and I had grown close enough that it came to us cuddling close. He would brush my bangs to the side, kiss my third eye and greeted me with "Good morning, Princess." He would head downstairs and feed Gemini a little bit of kibble (she eats it all so fast that she pukes it back up minutes later if you fill the entire bowl) and he asked me via text "Pancakes, Waffles or French Toast" I said "French Toast."

I came down in one set of my Pride Flags series striped underwear I received from my favorite store, which is all inclusive of women and LGBTQ+ people working for them and they are expensive, but I believe a livable wage is only fair.

Over that, I wore a beat up sweat jacket over my body because my father left the thermostat a tad chilly even for my liking. I wore my beat up slip on sneakers I got off of a rack at Walmart and replaced the insoles with the orthotics I put up such a fight with the podiatrist (We do not like each other. We're both too stubborn to budge).

Lee lovingly gazed at me eating and ask "Did I make a great meal?" As I gulped down the last bite, I told him "It's different from what I am used to, but I think you seeing an empty plate is proof enough."

I stood up and noticed his temples were graying and he asked "Something the matter?" I said "You got gray temples to go with the salt and pepper hair...Keep it. I find it sexy when men start graying. Makes them look like an authority of something."

He said "How do you handle grays?" I told him "I dye over them with whatever color comes to me. How does turquoise sound?"

Stroking the egos of men is just one of those weird and highly effective services I offer to make them feel better and desirable. What man would take the opportunity to be wanted?

It end with me waking at 10:00PM last night.

i forget most of my dream about today

but little did i remember i was dreaming about pads,
in my dreams i was on my period for the first time, and i was scared so i screamed to my dad and best friends about my period
my best friend didn't had a problem i could use pads from her, and my other best friend was like: ah poor you, it sucks your on your period, lucky me i'm a man (or something like that, i don't remember it correctly though)
and i screamed good for him he's a man, my other best friend (that same female friend) told me to calm down, but i couldn't because of my period

i don't know what happened to my 2 best friends but i do remember my dad was very angry i said it out loud and especially infront of my male best friend

i get nightmares in a very short time

i however don't remember the rest of it though and maybe it's a good thing too