Your Dream Girl

[Shaun]

Has anyone ever been sleeping and had a dream about Lacey as a "character" in it before? I know I've had a few before over the last several years. What made me think to create this thread though, was because I had a dream with her in it last night! Which is very weird because I haven't had a dream with her in it in atleast 4 years, then out of the blue it was a really vivid one too.

So here's the thread idea, if you've ever had a dream with her in it, let's hear about the details (of what you can remember). Please keep it G-rated - I don't mean that kind of dream....

[Shaun]

I guess I'll go first...

My dream last night:
I can't remember exactly how it started, but for some reason I knew that Lacey was going to be at a certain hotel, like signing autographs and stuff for her fans. It was a wintery time of the year, so it was snowing, but I drove to this (unknown) hotel place and was surprised to see that Lacey was actually behind the counter helping guests. Like she was taking their names and assigning room numbers and stuff. It was strange to me. It was like I was the only person in the hotel who knew she was a famous actress.
In the beginning of the dream I was avoiding her, presumably because I was too afraid. I went to the hotel gift shop and purchased about 5 copies of her new(est) Maxim Magazine. I think one was to get autographed by her, and the rest of the copies for collecting...maybe? I don't know exactly. Anyway, after I bought the magazines I was going to take the surplus copies to my car to keep them safe. But I was still trying to avoid Lacey. On my way out, I noticed Lacey had moved from the front counter and now she was standing by the front door greeting people who were walking out. I had already walked too closely to her to be able to turn around because she would notice. So I tried to walk around her subtley without standing out. Sure enough she spotted me and recognized me.
She says something like, "And where are you going?" - I stopped and looked up at her, all smiley, but intimidated, "I was just gonna put these in my car." - After that she said she wanted me to stick around after she does her celeb thing because she "wanted to talk to me". That's about when I woke up.
It was weird...

[Godfather1988]

ya i had one about a month ago.

i was at some kind of baseball game with one of my friends, and i dont remember how or when but all of a sudden lacey is sitting in the row right behind me, and i have that omg lacey is sitting behind me happy panic thing going on, then out of knowhere she says hi to me, prolly because i remember i was giving her subtle hey ur cute glances. but anyway we really hit it off cuz we had talked like the whole game then i rememberd i blew off my friend but it was lacey so i didnt care lol. so after the game she asked me if i wanted to go get coffee and i said absolutly. so i remember following her out of the stadium but people started getting in the way and she kept getting further away and i couldnt call out to her. by the time i got out to like some kind of court yard she was gone and i remember spining in circles as a last ditch effort to find her. but things started to get blurry and then everything went white and i fell to my knees and yelled lacey come back!! then i woke up depressed and covered in sweat. lol

it started off so wonderful then turned into a nightmare.

[Shaun]

Damn that's awfully dramatic, godfather!

[wannabe]

I've had dreams similar to both of those about a previous girlfriend, but not recently. Now that it's the next month (I was going to start this very topic when the counter ticked by, since the world didn't end today) I can post this.

Lacey dream #1: a really lame one if it had been anyone else, but it's the first one I had with her, so that makes it worth something. I had this about a month ago.

For a period of just a few seconds, I sensed she was watching over me while I slept, as if she were a ghost. It MIGHT have been triggered thanks to a thread elsewhere on this board about ghosts.

Lame, yeah, I told you. The next one is better, I promise.

Lacey dream #2: I had this one about 2 weeks ago now.

Probably 99% of my dreams have me IN them, participating in some way, usually as myself or as my dream-self alter-ego who has a variety of super powers that he can only use when he is NOT aware that they are impossible. Things like walking through walls, teleporting, flying, breathing underwater, and some sort of telekinesis I can't explain without the use of the words "imaginary self". That's right, a dream-self with its own imaginary self. I'm complicated. :D

But this was one of those 1% times, where I wasn't in the dream myself, I was just watching, as if engrossed with watching a TV. An appropriate comparison, because the dream was not unlike watching a TV series recap episode, one of those where they spend an entire episode going over the high points of the story up 'til now. The one they did for Lost would be a good example, but without the funny explanation texts.

So picture the Family Feud game show, except this is a special week. I don't know if FF does this, as I haven't watched more than 3 episodes in the past 20-some years, but I watch Jeopardy now and then, and they DO do things like this.

What's special about this special week is that the contestants aren't families, they're kids who are disadvantaged in some way (AIDS? Special? I couldn't tell), teamed up with a celebrity to be the team leader. The team of interest to me, and of the TV program, was Lacey's team. The whole dream was like highlights of her team as it progressed through this charity event over the course of about 2 weeks, defeating every other team.

Lacey and her teammates were frequently seen whooping it up, jumping up and down over winning a given round, or seen answering near-impossible questions. I can't remember any of the questions now, but I remember that one of them was really tough, and in a VERY brief appearance of self, I reflected that I had no idea what the right answer would be, and Lacey hazarded a guess that she obviously thought was wrong, but wasn't, and all four kids on her team mobbed her for a group-hug-jumping-about in celebration of her genius.

Lacey's team won the entire special series, and was so good and so popular with the audience that they returned to take on FF's biggest winners, and defeated them. This was like Ken Jennings taking on all the previous Jeopardy champs, except Lacey's team won.

I never got a focus on who led any of the other teams, just that the first one was led by another female celebrity. I think Drew Carey was the host, but he hardly made an appearance, so I can't be sure it was him and not some unidentifiable person. It was definitely NOT Dawson or Karn. Also, the graphic style was not of the type used during Dawson's reign, or at least not from 20 years ago, and the podiums for each team had the team leader in the middle, rather than at the head, so that she could confer with all teammates more rapidly and be the person who did most of the speaking for that team. It also made group-hugs much easier.

I never got to make an appearance in this, nor was I watching it on a TV; it was just as if I was seeing it through a TV, rather than being in the studio.

[Shaun]

That's a pretty interesting dream! I watch Family Feud all the time on GSN and they do celebrity episode every once in a while. But usually the entire team is made of of celebs rather than just one.

[wannabe]

This is a long one, and crazy too. I took a nap this afternoon, and this is what happened while I slept. I RARELY have dreams that make sense even after waking up, and this is pretty close, in that it was consistent and mostly logical.

So I'm in the house I grew up in, and my cat, Bobbi, walks up to me on her hind legs and starts talking to me in Lacey's voice, wondering where she is, and who I am. I scoop her up and she gets all upset at the way I'm holding her - you scoop cats up in a way that would be rude (to say the least) to do to a woman - and tried to hold her the way you hold a cat, which she was also upset about because, again, that's not how you treat a lady.

My cat has never talked before, and certainly not in Lacey's voice, so I ask her what the deal is after setting her on the bed to keep her from clawing me, and she says she doesn't know, one minute she was waking up in bed and the next she was in a strange bed and everything got bigger. 3 hour time difference.

My cat usually slept on my mom's bed at all times of the day unless I came to get her, and for her to be walking and talking, this seemed odd, so I mention who she sounds like, and she says, "That's me!" And she looks at herself and sees she's a cat now. Her fur color has changed to brown and her eyes are brown too, but I can't believe this is really Lacey.

I want to know why, if someone turned her into a cat, she would spontaneously appear in MY house, 3000 miles away from her home. (I didn't grow up in Florida, but for some reason, I knew I was IN Florida now. This "made sense" because I can make my house move sometimes.) To which SHE says she wasn't in Cali, she was in Mississippi, and then I realized I was also in Mississippi, that I wouldn't have to go all the way to Cali, I'd only have to drive about 100 miles from Jackson to Purvis. (So much for the 3 hour time difference, but that knowledge was gone now. I was just there for a family thing, so that must be why I thought I was there now.)

But of course, I still didn't believe this was really Lacey, I thought I was just insane. This was further reinforced by my brother coming in and petting the cat, and not being able to hear her talk, and apparently not noticing how her fur was a different color all of a sudden.

I decide that she's going to have to prove she's really Lacey, that she's going to have to tell me something I wouldn't know about her, but that I could look up and see was the truth. She started by telling me some things that not many people know, but that I do, and I said, "How do I know you're not just reading my mind?" So she tells me some other things, and then I get on the internet and try to track down that information, but I don't find it (because it's something I actually don't know, and apparently couldn't invent something to fool myself), so I don't believe.

But she keeps begging me to just take her back to Purvis, because what she CAN do is lead me to her grandmother's house, where she was staying, and where her mom and dad are and she can convince them it's really her.

Okay, I'm a big fan of her parents, and hey, maybe this really IS Lacey, and maybe they'll all be so grateful that they'll let me go out with her and maybe her mom will sign my stamp collection. (No idea where that came from. I don't have autographs in my stamp book, and haven't even looked in it in 20-some years. I guess it was just a handy place for such a thing.)

So I agree to take her where she wants to go. First I try the car, but for some reason, I can never dream a car is traveling very fast, and she noticed this and said we could walk faster than this. Okay, so I try to run with super-speed, but that has the same problem. THEN I remember I can just teleport. I wind up in the middle of Purvis (been there for real once, not long ago, and the other day, trying to locate Crissy's restaurant, I spent a while looking at maps) and no cat.

How stupid of me to forget how to bring things with me when I teleport! But I can fix that, I just retcon the jump, and now she's in my arms, and I scratch her behind the ears and she's like "That feels good. I'm starting to FEEL like a cat! We have to hurry!"

"OK," I say, "but if we get there and Lacey is there, I'm just gonna say 'whoops, wrong house', and run like the chicken I am before she sees me."

So she tells me where to go, and since I suddenly can't walk, I teleport from block to block until we reach a house that looks suspiciously like MY grandmother's house, back in the little town I grew up in. All of Purvis now looks like my hometown, but I don't really notice this as a contradiction. In my mind, this is Lacey's grandmother's house.

So I knock on the door, feeling surprisingly not nervous. And who answers the door but Miss Julie. I like her (for real), and I don't want to look like a fool in front of her, so I just stand there like an idiot not knowing what to say. I haven't prepared for this, and I'm not a quick thinker. She realizes I'm star-struck, and tries to break the ice by complimenting my cat. Who is now screaming at me to say something.

"Uhhhh.... By any chance, has Lacey been acting weird today?" I finally manage to say.

"Well now that I think of it, she has been. She's been licking herself (like a cat taking a bath) and she rubbed my legs while I was making breakfast and almost tripped me, and the dogs (the chihuahuas) are afraid of her all of a sudden. And her hair's black now too. Why do you ask?"

"Um... my cat here claims that SHE is Lacey." At which point, she jumps into her mother's arms and tries to tell her it's really her. But since I'm the only one who can understand her, I have to tell Miss Julie everything she's saying in her attempt to convince her it's really her.

Right about then, I see Lacey crawling around on the floor, on her hands and knees, and she comes over to me and starts rubbing my leg with her face the way cats do. I kneel down and she rubs my face with hers and I pat her head and scratch it and talk to her like I do my cat. Obviously, Lacey and my cat have traded brains. (I don't know if I thought it was Friday, or "Freaky Friday"; earlier in the day, I'd downloaded some Mean Girls trailers I'd never seen before, plus the bloopers and the making of, and watched them, and maybe I was thinking about Lindsey for some reason. Lacey had nice things to say about her.)

So now I have a tough decision to make. We have no idea how this happened, and therefore no way to know how to fix it, so, do I keep the cat with the brain of the girl of my dreams, or do I keep the girl of my dreams with the brain of my cat? I mean, the girl-in-cat probably won't want to stay with me, will probably miss her family too much, but at least I get to talk to her and learn all kinds of neat things about my fave girl, and the cat-in-girl will be hard to explain to my mom and her breath will smell like cat food before long, but hey, it's a girl that will let me hold her and brush her hair as long as I want to. (Can I just have both?)

I started waking up just a little, and gained a little bit of control over the dream. What I really wanted was both, but I wanted both of them to be themselves, so I took the cat and made Lacey hold it, and then they switched back. Lacey was so happy to be back in her body that she started showering my face with kisses. And then she licked my nose a couple times, and I said "You better not be my dog now".

And then I woke up enough to start realizing I didn't have to be the captain of the shy team, I could shower her face in kisses right back, and her mom wasn't gonna say a thing about it, but then Lacey got upset that I had treated her like a cat and made me leave, and didn't even let me have my cat back. She probably dressed my cat up in dog clothes, too, but I woke up before I could demand my cat back.

[valleydog]

Wow wannabe, did you take any Rx. drugs today? Because the only time I've ever had dreams like that was when I had to take a powerful antihistamine. Or maybe you just have a great imagination.

[wannabe]

Like I said, it's very rare I have that level of consistency and logic for that long. I can think of only one other time I had a dream that would outdo this one. I thought I was watching a movie. It was actually pretty good, pretty entertaining, but sadly I didn't remember much of it when I woke up, and didn't get it written down before it disappeared. All I remember is the fact of it, that it happened. I'm pretty sure it lasted a good hour and a half, too!

This one wasn't that long, only like 15 minutes. I cut out a lot of the discussion we had, forgetting most of it. It's all mostly gone, now. Stupid brain.

Other dreams with similar levels of awesomeness tend not to hold together more than 5-10 minutes before all kinds of weird things happen.

Heh, I just remembered one time, I fell from a great height, and slammed into the ground. Scared me! Thought I felt the impact, though dully. Didn't wake me up though. Just picked myself up, realized for a moment I was dreaming, and then resumed whatever it was I was doing. (Flying, but was I trying to get away from someone, or was I on a mission? Dunno.)

[wannabe]

Last night I had a semi-scary dream.

I don't remember exactly how it started or what the inspirations were for it, but I remember at one point I was laying face down over the edge of a cliff, reaching down and holding Lacey by her hair to keep her from plummeting to her doom. I don't know why she wasn't able to reach up - possibly her hands were tied or she was too afraid - and I didn't have the leverage or strength to pull her up.

My grasp was hurting her, so I had to shift it to grab as much of her hair as I could so it wouldn't hurt as much - distributing the load and all - and she managed to find something to put her toes on, relegating me to simply keeping her from losing her balance.

I then thought of trying to swing her up. This would've involved a lot of back-and-forth swinging to get her up, and she was content to just wait for help. I don't specifically remember carrying out my plan, just that somehow she got recovered, and later in the night, as part of a seperate dream, she briefly played the role of my wife, long enough to remind me in some conversation about why she agreed to marry me that I was right to swing her up, since help wasn't coming.

[Shaun]

Wow that's an interesting one there! And a little scary too, like you mentioned. Saving Lacey from certain doom is a surefire way to become her husband.. in dream world at least!

[wannabe]

Had this one a couple weeks ago, but I was saving it for this month, as I feared November would be a much tighter month for post-count. It's starting to look like the post-count crud is going away, so maybe this forum is safe (for now).

This one only lasted a few minutes, and was about average wrt internal consistency and accuracy when compared to the real-world locations it took place in.

The first thing I remember was that me, Lacey, and some other girl - most likely this was my older sister, but can't be sure, as I never saw her face - were rollerskating around the little town I grew up in. I hardly ever rollerskated when I was little, though my sister did it a lot. We were all dressed in protective gear, which I've never worn, but was probably inspired by that clip of her and TJ all decked out and running around.

I perceived Lacey as if she was either a big sister, or my sister's friend whom I had no interest in. My sister used to take me and my brother to hang out with her friends, so I was probably seeing myself as about 8-10, and Lacey and my sister therefore as about 12-14. I distinctly remember Lacey hadn't matured, but I don't remember if the other girl had or not; probably not.

Lacey and my sister were skating with each other, and I was just tagging along, as usually happened when my sister dragged me along with her friends. At first, we were just having fun, but then they reached a hill. They easily ascended it, but because I was so much smaller than they were, it took me a few seconds to get over it.

There's a 4-lane highway that runs through our town and it's pretty much never busy. There are roads that go up to it, but don't intersect it, and we were on one such road. I got over that first hill, and they were farther ahead. I struggled to catch up, but they weren't interested in letting me.

Then they came up to another hill that was the embankment to the highway. Most highways have embankments I've had to ascend, some rather tall and steep. The actual real-world location possesses no such embankment, but it was here in the dream.

Again, they were able to climb it fairly easily, and again, I was not. This embankment wound up being maybe 6-8 feet tall, and fairly steep, and with the snow on the ground, it was almost impossible to get up it. Normally, I might not have been able to dream a successful assent, but this time I managed to make it, and instead of the 4-lane highway, it was more like a 10-12 lane highway, very busy, the likes of which you might find n Chicago or LA. I'm pretty sure I perceived it as being both of those places AND my hometown all at the same time.

I remember seeing that the two of them had already crossed and were at the monorail-station on the other side. (Chicago has a mass-transit system running down the middle of many of its interstates, and this was kind of a futuristic-looking one that resembles the monorail stations at Disney World.)

I called out for them to wait up, while I waited for an opening in the traffic so I could skate across. I wasn't afraid, I just knew I couldn't cross until there was an opening.

The last thing I remember is starting to skate across, and then I woke up, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

[wannabe]

I had a second dream that night, which was a lot more confusing and had a few topics in it that I can't discuss, and it was also a lot longer, but I think I can distill it down to the important elements.

When I was younger, I went to three different high schools, and the school I dreamt had elements of two of them combined into one, plus elements of my grandmother's house. I perceived myself as being in 11th or 12th grade (approximately) and Lacey was initially 19 or 20 (judging by her level of physical maturity) but later I saw her as a classmate of my age, even seeing her as a girl-friend I had at the time, though I never forgot she was Lacey.

I remember I wanted to go watch her in a high-school play, and I remember her character's name was Cosette, but there's no telling what the play was (probably Harvey, since that's the most memorable school-play I watched at that age; in fact, I was so impressed by the acting that I watched it twice). I initially knew she was famous, that it was a big deal to go see her perform, but I couldn't convince my parents to let me go see it. (Odd, since my parents were LONG since divorced by then.)

But for some reason, my younger brother wanted to see her too, so we went. He was apparently also a fan of Lacey's. (IRL, I don't think he's even heard of her.) I don't know if their agreement was because he always got his way or because there were now two of us wanting to go, but I'm thinking it was more the second reason.

I don't remember watching the actual play, but I do remember going out the back door before the crowd could get out, so I could hopefully meet her before she left, since the cast was going to leave just as soon as the play was over.

So I did manage to meet her, and I was a little shy, but I remember specifically mentioning to her that I thought I would be crippled with shyness, yet I wasn't. She seemed to like me a lot, and we chatted about stuff, and we were doing something I can only describe as wrestling/dancing/massaging, but the tone was a lot like hugging a friend. I started to perceive her as this friend I mentioned earlier, and as we wrestled or danced or massaged her back, whatever it was, I kept accidentally bumping her in a way I didn't mean to.

I was mortified that she would think I had no respect for her, that she would think I was doing it on purpose, because it kept happening, but she completely ignored it, as if she knew that it was accidental and completely innocent, as if she knew me and knew I wasn't that kind of person.

Finally, my brother and parents showed up, and they wanted to chat with Lacey for a little while too. It was almost as if I was introducing them to my girlfriend. My brother was full of compliments for her performance, raving about how great she was, but he was really just a big fan of her work, and had no ulterior motives. My parents treated her nicely, like they would if I was bringing a friend home, and indeed, it felt almost like I was introducing a girlfriend to them.

Finally, she bid them farewell and asked me to accompany her through the parking lot to her car. It seems there was a girl who had a vendetta against her, and she was afraid this girl was going to jump her, but that if I was there, she wouldn't. I was more than happy to provide for her safety!

We got to her car unmolested, and she gave me a peck on the lips in thanks, and I started setting up a date, because that was why I had wanted to come see her in the first place. She accepted graciously, almost thankfully, as if she'd been dying for me to make the request.

I got in the car with her, to provide further security against the girl she was afraid of, and we arrived at her house. She lived alone, even though she was an 11th grader like me, and I preceded her into her house to make sure it was safe, and then things got twice as weird and inconsistent, but I can't go into those details because they also got R-rated. (But no, we didn't "do it".)

[rlm]

i've had a few dreams. here are 4.

dream 1: i had this one years ago. in it i'm walking down this long lonely road and i suddenly come upon this old town. it looks like it's out of the old west. like in a western movie. i got to a part of the town that was a dead end. buildings all around on three sides with the road i came on leading to it. on the left there was an old western saloon. to the right some hotel and the same in front. there were people standing around on the ground floor and on the 2nd floors of the buildings. there were a group of people holding guns of all sizes. out of the saloon doors came lacey. she was holding a shot gun and she looked angry. she came right up to me and told me that i should have not come to the town. she wanted me to leave. it felt like she knew me and that she cared about me the way she said it. she then said that everyone should get back inside their building before they came back. i followed lacey and some of the others back into the saloon. i didn't know what lacey was talking about but she told me to grab a gun and go to the balcony on the second floor and stay there. i could only find a small handgun, so i grabbed it and walked up the stairs. at the top of the balcony i could look down and see lacey below. she was directing the other people to certain points of the saloon. it looked like she was planning an ambush. suddenly someone screamed and the saloon doors came flying open and all these zombies started to come in. i think they were zombies. it was either zombies or insane people who were just trying to kill us. at some point the people with the guns ran up the stairs and past me. lacey was slowly making her way up the stairs and she fell. the zombies started to grab her legs (lucky zombies) and pull her back down. i ran down the stairs and grabbed her hand and pulled her back up. i shot one zombie in the head and both of us ran up to the top. as the zombies were coming up the stairs quickly, lacey and i just kept shooting at the them. the last thing in the dream was the zombies pushing lacey and me back onto the rest of the 2nd floor as they swarmed in on us.

[rlm]

this is my 2nd dream: in this dream i'm back in high school. i'm walking through a building with a friend talking. as we exit the building and go out the doors, lacey is standing up against the wall to the right of me. she runs up to me and yell's "there you are, i've been waiting for you." she grabs me from my right arm and then pulls me away from my friend and starts to lead me down a path behind the library. she starts to tell me that she has something cool to show me. i ask her what it is but she just smiles and say's i have to see it to believe it. we go out the front of the school and the dream ends.

[rlm]

my 3rd dream: in this dream my best friend and i are at some kind of concert. we're on the 2nd level looking down onto the main floor and stage. the place is packed with people. there are tv monitors playing music videos. i then notice that almost everyone is drinking out of these odd colored water bottles. then i noticed a group of people wearing these hooded black jackets. they have this weird symbol on their back. then the band comes out and everyone started to clap. i then notice two older men show up near the entrance to the 2nd level area, the balcony area. they're pointing at people and then more of the people in the hooded jackets show up and start walking around us and some even sit down in the seats around us. the band starts to play some heavy metal song and suddenly everyone in the place starts to go crazy. some people start to make out (hormones kicked in i guess)while others start to fight. people are throwing chairs all over the place and throwing drinks at others. my friend freaks out and runs out the exit door past the two strange men who i have a feeling have something to do the crazy things going on. the hooded people start to notice that i'm not acting like the others and they come after me. i turn to look behind me and notice some small windows up on the wall above. like the kind at a movie theater. i run up to it and force my way through the window. i turn to look back and i see lacey running up towards the window too. she starts to yell for help so i reach out and pull her through. i close the window and lock it so the hooded people don't come in. lacey looks scared and she starts to ask me what we're going to do. i then turn and notice a door. so we run to it and there's a narrow flight of stairs below. we run down the stairs and find another door. as we go out the door we find ourselves in a hallway. to the right are more of those hooded guys and theres even more to our left. in front is a door. as the hooded folk come towards us lacey runs out the door in front and i follow her. we end up outside where i tell her to follow me. we get in my car and i drive off. we end up at my house and i notice that lacey is covered in all sorts of muck. so i tell her that she can use the bathroom to clean up. she does. while she's in there i call my friend to find out where he went. he's at his house and he's with the police. it seems the people at the concert were drugged with various drugs placed in the odd colored water bottles. some cult was responsible and the police are trying to find the leaders. i tell my friend i'll be over at his house soon to find out more. lacey comes back and she's acting strange. she starts to flirt with me. that quickly turns into her wanting to kiss me. now normally i wouldn't have minded but something was wrong with her. i ask her if she drank any water from the colored bottles. she said yes and continued to want to try and kiss me. i tell her that she has to come with and see the police. we drive to my friend's house and the police take notice of her. the last thing i remember is lacey being taken intoa police car and the cop saying they're taking her to a hospital until the drug wears off.

[rlm]

4th dream: wow. 4 dreams with lacey. in this dream i'm working in an arcade at a mall alongside with a cousin of mine. for some reason there's a tour being given of the mall. in this group of people i notice lacey standing towards the back. my cousing walks up to me and he tells me to go for it. i ask him what he means and he tells me that he noticed lacey too. so he wants me to go and ask her out. i decide to go for it. so i make my way to the back of the group where lacey is. the tour guide goes on and on about some thing or another about the mall and makes a corny joke. i lean towards lacey and tell her, "that's a lame joke." lacey looks at me and say's "tell me about it." and smiles. for some reason i can't bring myself to ask her out. so i just stand there as the tour group moves on. i walk back into the arcade where i tell my cousin i failed. he then points over behind me and says "you still have another chance". i look to where he's pointing and i see lacey in the distance sitting on a bench and reading a book. i decide to go for it. so i start walking towards lacey. now in the dream i feel like i'm actually going to walk up to her and talk to her but for some reason i end up walking right on by and end up walking towards an ice cream shop towards the other end of the mall. i end up going in and i start to hate myself for not going up to lacey. but then i get an idea. maybe i'll buy her an ice cream cone. so i buy one and just as i'm about to exit the shop i see my cousin walk in with lacey and they're holding hands. what? i was angry. so i went up to him and asked him what happened. he tells me the girl isn't lacey but that she looks like her. i look again and it's true it's not lacey. so i smile and then run off towards the bench lacey was sitting on. but just my luck she's already gone. so i end up sitting down and i put the ice cream cone i bought for lacey on the bench next to me and i start to eat the one i bought for me. then lacey shows up and asks who the other cone is for. i look at her and tell her it's for her. at this point she sits down but as usual i wake up and never find out what happens next.

[wannabe]

Been a while since anyone's had any dreams they care to admit, eh?

A few nights ago, while I was still on the road, I had an odd dream with Lacey and her mom. I don't remember why we started talking to each other - maybe it was just a random encounter at WalMart or something - but her mom and I were hitting it off real well, almost like we were old friends. Apparently, in my sleep, I'm a sparkling conversationalist, or at least very good at imagining I am. Miss Julie seemed in excellent health, and not that much older than Lacey. She looked a LITTLE like Joan Jett, who came to sing for my boat while we were deployed.

Lacey knew that I was a big fan, but she started getting a little jealous that I wasn't paying ANY attention to her; she was just standing, listening in, subtly getting more and more upset that I wasn't paying any attention to her. Her mom was oblivious to this, just chatting on and on with me, and Lacey was trying to be nice and patient, but I could see she was eager to rip me a new one for engaging her mother so thoroughly, and her not at all.

Finally, she's to the point where anyone watching us can see she's about to blow up, and I'm actually afraid she's going to insult her mother in some way - you know how impatient kids can behave - so when it's my turn to speak, I look at Lacey and politely ask, "And how are you?"

She just stands there and steams as inobviously as she can, so as not to upset her mother, who by now seems to think I'm the bee's knees. Seeing Lacey isn't going to say anything, but what she wants to say is obvious, I go on, "You didn't think I was pulling your leg when I said I was your mom's biggest fan, did you? You didn't think that just because you don't like me that she can't like me, did you? You had your chance, you made your choice, you expected me to be big about it, now it's your turn." Or something like that. Not entirely sure where that came from (most likely from a similar family incident, but I'm not saying more than that), but it felt good for a moment to rub her nose in it, as if we'd been divorced on bad terms or something, and this was FINALLY my chance to get back at her.


Then last night, I had another brief encounter. One of the Lacey-links I posted also clued me in on some trouble JLH has been having lately. She and Ross broke up, and I was disheartened by this. On top of that, there are still a bunch of mean and idiotic comments about her thighs being a little bigger than they used to be. And she had to have a restraining order against some schmuck which also disturbed me a little. It all made me want to write her a letter to try and perk her up, but I couldn't think of anything I could say that 10 million of her fans hadn't already told her, and though it might mean slightly more to her that some random not-really-a-fan felt bad for her, my letter would likely never reach her in time to matter to her, if it reached her at all.

The first part of my dream was almost like watching a TV program. Having spent practically zero time fawning over JLH and/or Ross McCall, it's kind of weird to dream about them breaking up. The next thing I see is Ross and Lacey making out, and I think to myself that this is why the breakup happened. It goes a little bit farther than that, but nothing really worth painting a picture of.

The next thing I know, Lacey and I are sitting at the breakfast table. The house is a lot like the house I grew up in in small town Indiana, but the kitchen feels a little more modern, as if I'm imagining being in HER house. I'm there because I was summoned by her. She's decided to acknowledge my existence, allow me to interview her. My Journalism teacher, Mr. Beresford, is sitting nearby, because this is my first celebrity interview, and he's in charge of the school newspaper and doesn't want me to bring shame on it. Mr. B wasn't that much older than me, so it's actually a bit funny to Lacey that a young guy is there to watch over an older one.

It's a pretty informal interview, and I'm not at all intimidated by her. I've had interviews with lots of people, so she's just another interview subject right now. Between questions, she and Mr. B are flirting a little with each other, mostly just cracking jokes about how nervous I am (which I'm not) or about other questions I have for her, and she's trying to pry his phone number out of him. (I'm no judge of male beauty, but Mr. B didn't have to go anywhere alone if he didn't want to.)

And then I notice she's wearing one of those dresses I don't like that looks like a maternity gown, and I ask her about that. (One of the insulting articles I browsed last night mentioned JLH was wearing a maternity gown to hide her growing hipline.) Lacey says, "Don't tell anyone, but I'm pregnant." (Yeah, that's a smart thing to say to a reporter!)

Mr. B is surprised, but I'm not. He asks, "Who's is it?"

She looks square at me. This isn't a "you're about to catch me in a lie but don't say anything" look, this is a "you're guilty as sin" look. "I can't say," she says.

Okay, NOW I'm surprised. Mr. B caught the look too, and eyes me suspiciously. It's apparently against some ethical guideline for me to interview someone I know. "Whoa!" I cry, "I've never met you before 5 mintues ago, it can't be mine!"

She pulls a manila envelope out of some place and slaps it on the table right in front of me. "Blood tests don't lie. It's yours. You did this to me, and now you're gonna pay." She's got her brow furrowed like she's going to sue me for so much child support that I'll be handing my paychecks over to her without the benefit of having ever been married.

I open the medical folder (formerly the envelope) and see all kinds of strange diagrams that have nothing to do with anything, but somehow they prove what she's saying. Then there are pictures of what she and Ross did (presumably a few nights before), except I'M in the pictures instead of Ross. And that seems to change it in my mind, because I remember doing that, except I also remember that nothing actually happened. We just rolled around and kissed a little, and that was it. Except I'm also starting to remember we've really actually never met, so I'm pretty confused. But then I remember that on that night, I was consoling JLH, something Lacey should have been doing.

I get mad at Lacey. I throw the envelope (it's changed back) across the room and it flies through the door and falls off a cliff. (There was no cliff in my back yard!) I teleport JLH to the room, and say, "Tell her where I was the night you broke up!" And she does. She says we were watching Lacey and Ross getting together, that she was crying the whole night, and all I did was try in vain to cheer her up so she wouldn't kill herself (a disturbing parallel to something that happened about a month ago). JLH disappears - apparently she got retconned into a hologram telephone call - but Lacey still insists her baby is mine, and I'm going to pay for it.

Mr. B doesn't know what to make of it, but he's looking through the folder (no idea how he got it) and points out that the baby wasn't made in the natural way, that she somehow got hold of my DNA sample from when I was in the navy and used that. And of course, now she's showing, so when she throws herself in my arms and begs my forgiveness, I give it to her, because I'm a sucker like that, especially as I'm thinking of the baby needing to have two parents.

And then I wake up enough to realize it's just a dream, before it becomes a nightmare. (Loveless marriage? Even to Lacey? No thanks!)

[conkervertex]

Oh wow. The dreams you guys mentioned above were quite interesting.

I have a few myself I'd like to post, but class is in 20 minutes and that just won't be enough time for me to be elaborate on this.

I'll probably post something tomorrow or Friday.

[wannabe]

I daresay you've either made or missed your class and can post them now.

Every now and then, I have a dream that makes sense even after I wake up, and this one was undoubtedly based on an episode of Star Trek, or possibly a book I read, either of which I experienced maybe 15-20 years ago. It might also have come partially from a Discover article I read around then too. And there's one final element that undoubtedly came from a book I was reading at the time I had this dream.

The human race had created a starship which functioned on the ability to destroy space in front of it and create space behind it, which therefore allowed the ship to move inertia-lessly. I was aboard this ship on its maiden flight/shakedown cuise, though I forget exactly what my capacity was - probably as a computer technician, since I did have a few flashes from my time in the navy - but I was watching out the window as we were going through the solar system, and if I'd had a real job, I would've been doing that instead.

Right about the time we were passing Jupiter and Saturn, it occurred to me that these two planets weren't supposed to be so big so close - that is, if you're at one of them, the other one is a dot in the sky, and here they both were, easily visible. At first I thought this was some sort of gravitational-lensing effect, and therefore just an optical illusion. But we were staying there for a bit, and whichever planet we were NOT near wouldn't go away. A bad sign!

I then realized (presumably by going to the CIC and checking the sensor logs, but my dream skipped that part) that the ship was creating something like a "hole" in space that it was sitting in, and as we'd moved, we had created a tear that had damaged the "fabric" of space. (Space is made up of a bunch of tiny Planck-length rings, in case you didn't know.)

Realizing this meant the drive was going to wind up destroying Earth eventually, I made my way to the Captain's quarters to tell him we had to stop using the drive before we started on the next leg of our journey, to another star, which would wind up screwing up a lot more than just the solar system.

Instead of the CO being one of my actual CO's, it was, you guessed it, Lacey. And she was, you guessed it, not willing to listen to me. In fact, because I was so intent on trying to convince her to stop the second leg of the journey, and she was so intent on carrying out her mission, our whole relationship was getting put in jeopardy. She was starting to regret having me there. (So I guess she had invited me to be there, and perhaps my role was as a journalist covering such a historic occasion. No Mr. B this time, though, so I'm not sure.)

Seeing I couldn't get anywhere with her myself, because what am I but not even worth her notice, I realize I have to find someone else to convince, and let HIM convince her. The next person I see is one of my Lieutenants, Mr. Ross. (It took a few days for me to figure out that was who I'd dreamed of, and no, this has nothing to do with Ross McCall, whom I don't even know what he looks like. Ross was this guy's last name.) I'm not sure I had ever worked for Mr. Ross while I was on the boat, but he was in charge of the department I was SUPPOSED to have been in when I got there. A lot of that stuff is fuzzy now. I don't recall even liking the guy. But anyway, I'm standing in front of Mr. Ross now and I tell him that the ship is tearing space and we have to stop the test, and I show him my evidence, that Saturn and Jupiter are close to each other.

Mr. Ross doesn't believe me either, so I scour the ship for SOMEONE to believe me, but unfortunately I woke up before I could save the world.

It's a shame, but when the world gets ripped to pieces by flying through a rip in space, you only have Lacey to blame for treating me like a nobody.