Thread:ElsaRules!!!/@comment-30644608-20170530181022/@comment-24588058-20170604054633

Well, let's see. . ..

This blog here as well as this one here show my Warehouse 13 dreams.

I've had more strange school dreams than I can count. One of them was a Harry Potter-type of cross-over, but I still got to class on time despite having to jump a staircase to make it to Math. There was the dream of murder at the school, the one where I had to run a race with some of my teachers through an obstacle course set up in the middle of the city, the one where my crazy math teacher had a flower petal snowball fight (which actually was dreamt on two separate occasions), the one where I felt like I had lead in my feet and missed the bus (also happened on several occasions), the one where I sent a girl to the hospital by accident (although she started the fight! I just accidentally broke her back when I swung her into the corner of an arcade machine, and later got thanked by Zach and Cody), the one where I rode a cooler all the way home because the bus broke (and somehow fit about twelve other people on it - well, before they all fell down the hill). . . . and, of course, the dream merge incident.

I had a dream when I was younger that for Thanksgiving diner, we had to go to an old granny's house to get a picnic basket of the dinner. And right before I got home, two birds stole the basket, and they later died when they hit my front door after I yelled at them to give it back (sadly, they left the basket in a 50 ft. tree, so we couldn't get it).

I had a dream that my backyard turned into a warzone, and we had twelve real Jedi Knights helping us in the battle. I couldn't believe they were real; and they were very helpful. I was in some type of Resistance Battle, and I had some minor leadership role. There were even gunships! I did learn one thing from that dream, though: Never give me a sniper rifle. I only hit one target the whole battle, who was ten five feet away, and I only hit the guy's arm. Oh, and the gunship I was on got blown out of the sky. That was a great ending!

I only really remember one work dream vividly, and that was when my HR leader was basically a Nazi overlord ruling over the store with an iron first. I tried taking a cardboard sign out of the trash and had to escape the store with how-many guards chasing me. I woke up before I got out, though, but I was pretty close to the exit (Sadly, I couldn't go out the trash shoot - that probably would have been easier!)