I didn’t sleep for as long as I wanted to, but the dreams started getting repetitive. The last dream I had was me walking into a “penny arcade” type thing in Hollywood after having moved to a house somewhere in the area (about 30 miles away, but accessible by bus/train). There were all sorts of classic coin-operated machines…nickelodeons, games where a pinball is “pitched” to you on the wooden playfield and you press a button to swing a bat and hit it somewhere, and other similar old-timey games.
:( I hope today’s dreams are about your upcoming WDW trip and there are no lines and you get to ride and see everything with no wait and the weather is beautiful :D
Sadly, no such luck. Dreams consisted of a plane crash, another plane flight that I was on that was delayed while they checked the plane for a bomb because someone had called in a threat, and — coup de grâce — being back at Disneyland as a cast member again (which starts out wonderfully), and not even getting fired (a rarity in my Disneyland dreams), but there was also an active shooter firing into the park from the outside, and my job was to push this huge cart back and forth from Main Street to the exits so people could get in and out of the park without getting hit (meanwhile, as I’m the one pushing, I’m exposed).
My subconscious mind hates me almost as much as my conscious mind hates me. Maybe more, actually.
Tired, but not looking forward to sleep.
The past three days have seen me dream about:
- getting surrounded/attacked by sharks, losing an arm to one of them
- killing a person for some unknown reason and then trying to cover up the crime (I don’t remember actually doing it, but I do remember dreaming of hiding the evidence of what I had apparently done)
- losing one of my best tumblr friends by asking them a question about one of their posts, and them telling me that asking about it was rude and heartless (but it was all happening in person, not over tumblr, and I can’t shake the hurt in their eyes)
- being back at work at Disneyland but, again, screwing everything up and getting myself fired (this time I had totally forgotten what my job was that day and had to go explain to a manager that I had absolutely no memory of the beginning of my shift — in actuality because I hadn’t dreamed that part of the shift, but I didn’t know that during the dream)
- hiding in a stairwell at some hotel while gunmen hunted for me
- wandering the Universal Studios backlot during an event where people were there for a show, but the show was me getting killed (the only question was how they were going to kill me, which would depend on where I was when I got caught).
But sleep is going to have to happen soon. But I’m overdue for some good dreams. And I’m not the least bit confident that I’m going to get them.
The one positive thing about almost always staying up for great lengths of time is that when I do sleep, the dreams are usually interesting. Sometimes good and sometimes bad, but almost always interesting.
Just got hit with some memories of yesterday’s dreams (after the 56½ hours awake):
I had the strangest series of dreams today.
I don’t remember much of my dreams today, but at one point I was about to move into an apartment that was actually inside the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. As many nightmares as that attraction has given me over the decades, I was really excited about it and then when I woke up I was sad that you can’t actually live there.
Such a strange sequence of dreams. I was squatting in a motel room without the knowledge of the staff (I had one room legitimately, but was using a second room surreptitiously for some reason). I was staying there while working at Disneyland again. I had a balloon shift (hooray!), but I was just selling them out on some random street outside the park. But when I sold out, I went back into the park to go to the Balloon Room and get a refill.
They sent me out with so many balloons (it was 140 total, but only three types of balloons — all of them with Winnie the Pooh on them) that when I got out to Main Street, I moonwalked — not Michael Jackson style, but Neil Armstrong style. I’d hop, and it would take me a couple seconds to come down because of all the helium I was holding. Some people were getting a real kick out of my saying “that’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,” and I was bummed that once I sold several balloons I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore, but then I woke up.
I do love the dreams where I’m back at Disney and don’t get fired in the dream, though.
Pretty decent dreams today — at least the one I remember.
So last night (OK, fine, this morning or maybe early afternoon) I had another one of my “plane crash” dreams. They’re fairly common, but usually I have the dream, wake up, go back to sleep, and it’s over. This time, even when waking up and going back to sleep, continued for a long time.
While I was right about nightmares making up the bulk of my dreams last night/this morning, the dream I woke up from was pretty groovy.
I slept through almost all of Tuesday. I kept having dreams of being back working at Disneyland (not all of it, though — part of it was being in a class on how to do magic, and then realizing at graduation that the guy never actually taught us anything — just took our money and at the end of the class, said “you all get As”).
But I’d wake up momentarily, say to myself “Disneyland! I wanna go back!” and I’d go back to sleep and end up back at Disneyland. I love when that works.
ODV had hovercraft delivery dollies in New Orleans Square that looked like Tom Sawyer’s Island rafts — except for the fact that they ran on land, and the logs on the bottom were printed onto the inflatable part of the hovercraft.
Betty White was one of my coworkers, and had asked me out to dinner. Then someone else (closer to my own age) also asked me out to dinner, and I had to figure out a way to go to dinner with both (in real life I’ve not been asked out in many years, so when I got the second invitation I forgot all about Betty White’s for a moment, and then I didn’t want to tell either one that I had made plans with someone else).
Towards the end, I had come backstage just ahead of the Main Street Electrical Parade and was at Costuming trying to get better-fitting pants, but they were trying to give me a Spider-Man costume to wear instead. I told them that I would totally wear it, but only if they could clear it with my managers.
Then the Blues Brothers drove by in a limo and I wondered what they were doing at Disneyland, before finally waking up this morning and deciding that I’d been in bed long enough.
Sleepy-time wasn’t without the normal nightmares, of course (one that I remember had the cops after me thinking I was some drug lord or something, and I think there was a bit where I was being hunted down by Game of Thrones characters, which is odd because I’ve never watched the show), but it’s always nice when they’re outnumbered by good dreams.
If I missed any important posts, feel free to send links to my submit box — there’s no way I can catch up on the full day that I missed (though a couple of you may have me stalking your blog anyway).
I had some pretty realistic dreams as I slept for about 18 hours (being up for over 24 hours and then taking 6 days’ worth of sleeping pills knocks me out really well).
I dreamt that I was selected for a program that may or may not have been the “College Program” at Disneyland (I don’t remember being a student in the dream, though). The pay was handled weird — it was sort of like Amazon’s MTurk, where you can only spend the money at certain places. Fortunately, there was a convenience store just off property that accepted it, and would even let you withdraw cash from your earnings. But it was a bunch of people selected to work for a pre-determined length of time, like 6 months or something, and then there was the option of staying on full time if you did well.
I had arrived and was assigned my housing, which I was sharing with two other people. Then suddenly everyone left, and I didn’t know why. So I turned on my laptop and checked my email, and there was one from 3:00 that afternoon telling me that my first shift was at 6:00 that night — I read the email at 7:00, and when I finished reading it I got another email telling me that I was fired for not showing up.
I really wish I could at least enjoy the dreams I have about working for Disney again. Every time I have dreams about going back, I get fired in my dreams (or screw up in such a way that I feel like I’m about to be fired).
Fell asleep watching Hell’s Kitchen last night.
Ended up dreaming that I was with Gordon Ramsay at a casino (which, oddly enough, was on Universal Studios Hollywood’s upper lot) trying to help improve it, but the main boss guy didn’t even want us to be there, much less make changes to a system that he thought was fine.
Gordon gave an employee who was on their last day a starter bet which the employee built up to $2,000 before cashing out. The boss was pissed. It ended up in a parking lot with the boss dude pelting me with tennis balls while Ramsay walked away in the other direction angry.
Not as bad as the normal nightmares, but that was a strange one.
So earlier I alluded to the nightmare I had this morning. I didn’t type it out, because usually if I try, so many details get lost by the time I get going that it ends up being a jumbled mess. But this one’s kind of sticking with me, so I’m going to tell you about it.
I don’t have many moments scarier than when I’m flying, in a dream (either in a plane or not), and then realize that I’m dreaming.
Because I know what happens in my dreams, and the realization that I’m about to crash to earth is never a fun one.
The fact that I’m dreaming, therefore it’s not real, doesn’t enter my mind, because I do feel pain in my dreams.
I remember when I used to love dreaming about flying, especially when I could do it by myself, Peter Pan style. Even back then, I’d sometimes “forget” how to fly, but I used to drop slowly back down to earth.
Now, if I’m flyin’, I’m dyin’.