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In an effort to get more sleep so that I’m not a complete zombie at work, I’ve been making sure I get to bed before midnight (when I actually fall asleep is a different matter…). It’s been working out alright; I am more alert during work now and less likely to slack off. (I haven’t check my RescueTime for months because I’m afraid of what it will show.) Last night, my efforts were thwarted by a nightmare that disturbed me to the point where I woke up in the middle of the night. I don’t usually wake up from dreams unless I die in it or something violent happens, but in this case, my dream was free of violence. Apparently, stress from a disastrous wedding is enough to bring me back into consciousness.

I’m in some sort of large church, standing off to the side with all my family members. Multiple weddings are going on at this church, so we are observing someone else’s wedding as we wait for our turn. Our turn is coming up, so our family and friends are getting ready either to sit down or walk in the procession. One of the families that we apparently invited has three kids being brats. [This family actually exists in real life, but with only two kids, both well-behaved. They’re friends of Kelvin’s brother that we met at their birthday party, but we don’t really know them.] They start running and screaming and playing up and down the aisle. I’m freaking out, because it’s almost our turn to go up the aisle, and they’re being little snots at my wedding during the ceremony. So I yell at the kids and their parents, and they finally grab the kids out of the way, but they seem to glare at me. My feelings are hurt because they think it’s okay to be so inconsiderate at my wedding, and no one else helped me out with the situation.

I start crying, which ruins all my makeup. My eye makeup is running down my face with my tears. I realize my makeup is getting ruined, which makes me cry even more. I run out of the church so I can call my makeup artist, who already went home for the day. I call and ask her to come over to do a touch, negotiating pricing and whatnot. After I finish my call, I realize that I never officially signed a contract with the reception location, so they probably haven’t saved space for 100+ people for the evening. My mind is dying from the stress, so I give up and run off, ditching my own wedding.

There are some houses near the church, and I know for a fact some wedding vendors live in these houses since I’ve talked to some of them. As I knock on one of the doors, I turn back and see my mother and Kelvin’s mother run out with some relatives, panicking since they’ve realized I’ve disappeared. I can see them running off in the direction of, I’m guessing, the reception location. I can’t get myself to wave at them and let them know I’m okay, so I try to hide from their view. The door of the house I’m at opens, and I realize it’s one of the vendors (I don’t know for what service) I rejected. Embarrassed, I apologize and run off to the next house. My makeup artist lives there with her twin sister (who’s also another wedding vendor I rejected). [I’m pretty sure I know why I’m dreaming about twins. I just saw an American Gladiators episode the evening before that had a twin in it.] They welcomed me into their home and let me vent. They console me, telling me how it’s okay to ditch your wedding, one of them ditched their own wedding and had it later, how everything will be okay and people will understand. They were very comforting.

As I was venting, I noticed another woman in the house: my wedding coordinator [not my real life wedding coordinator. I’ve never seen this woman before in real life.]. Apparently she’s my makeup artist’s roommate. I start screaming at her, “Why the hell are you here and not at my wedding? Why are you at home not doing your job and doing absolutely nothing on one of the most important days of my life??” I can’t remember how she responds, but it dawns on me that she should have checked on my reception vendor. I start yelling at her about how she missed a critical point of my wedding. Suddenly, I start panicking about how I’ve ditched my own wedding, how it’s all ruined after thinking about it for months, how I could have possibly missed all these details, how am I going to explain it my family, etc. etc…

At this point, I woke up from my dream. It was the middle of the night, and I grumbled about how I ruined the benefits of my early bedtime by thinking about too much crap in my sleep, and how ridiculous that I woke up from a dream about weddings. I eventually passed out again, so it wasn’t too horrible.

In an effort to make my dream log posts less boring, I’ve added a drawing to help illustrate my nightmare. I hope you guys can appreciate my minimal effort. Yay for Microsoft Paint :P

I woke up in the morning, but then immediately passed out again, deciding it was much too early to wake up. During my next two hours of sleep, I had a long and involved dream that made me wake up more tired and stressed than before I went back to sleep.

I don’t remember much of the first part of my dream. I think we’re hanging out with Kelvin’s coworkers [they aren’t actually his coworkers in real life; I’ve never seen these people before, so I guess my mind made them up] at our apartment. I’m sure there’s some activity that’s video game related. One of his coworkers is this largish white guy, and he opens his hand to me and shows me a cute little girl of Thumbelina proportions. I’m surprised a girl can be so small at age 2. I’m not sure what happens, but she eventually becomes a little bigger, to the point where I can see her fingers clearly. She’s got two extra fingers on one hand.

I think we go somewhere with Kelvin’s coworkers and do stuff. Shopping? Food? I can’t remember any of this part, but I think it’s long.

Next thing I know I’m in some sort of Disneyland-like place. The outside sky looks kind of fake, so it might be some Disney-themed hotel in Vegas or something [I did bring up something like this in real life conversation]. There apparently is some huge scandal where Cinderella’s prince had an affair with some common girl (possibly the underage teenage type), so all the gift shops are closing to purge all the Cinderella products. I’m rushing to all the gift shops, trying to find stuff to buy (maybe rarez Cinderella stuff), but I don’t find anything I want. I run into Kelvin’s coworker’s wife and daughter, except the daughter is older and normal sized now. She’s happy to see me and is still cute.

Leaving the shop, I walk around and run into a couple of my coworkers. We go into a shop that’s supposed to sell remote operated Porsches. My coworkers think they are buying a couple for cheap, but it turns out they’re only renting it. We ride some ride that takes us across the park, and I spot some large dirt pits where people are playing with their remote controlled vehicles. My coworkers leave to play with their rentals, and I continue on the ride.

I get off at the end and find an outdoors (if it is outdoors) circus. I only watch a little bit of it, and then I leave because the crowd is too big. In the (possibly fake) alley ways and streets, there are small shops along the road. Some of them have things I’m interested in buying, but I’m being cheap and not getting anything. There’s a lady with a fishing game stand, trying to entice me to play her game, but I blow her off. I pass by some store with cheap clothes and see scantily clad people in weird leather strappy outfits just hanging around outside. Apparently, they’re part of the circus troupe, and another show is about to start, so they’re just hanging out until they have to go on. I go find a pretty good spot by the circus area, sit on my luggage (didn’t realize I had luggage), and watch the show.

After the show I go to some internet cafe to surf internet. I find the wedding website of this girl in college I didn’t know but was jealous of [I don’t know why, I was mental in college]; I’ll call her Louise. Louise has apparently married her longtime boyfriend now, and she chronicles her wedding endeavors in her blog. She apparently had some dream honeymoon at Disneyland (except the Disneyland in her pictures looks like it came from a real fairy tale). She talks about all the amazing crafts she did for her wedding, like knit gorgeous shawls for every single bridesmaid. Then she continues to talk about how incredibly perfect her entire has been. Once again, I’m jealous, yet also pissed off I’m sitting here at an internet cafe YEARS after college still caring about stupid crap like this.

I wake up at this time, feeling like I hadn’t really gone back to sleep and grumpy waking up with so many negative feelings.

All this wedding stuff is taking up way too much brain power. It’s even affecting me when I’m not awake.

Dream #1 (had this one last week Monday) - I’m at my wedding banquet. It’s still at Hong Fu, except everything looks different. It seems like the place is smaller. The tables are definitely smaller; they’re no longer large round tables with lazy susans but small round tables that sit 3 or 4 people. We’re still only taking up the side room, so it’s a pretty small party, though all the tables are full. I don’t recognize anybody sitting at the tables, but I know they’re here for my wedding. Keni (Kel’s brother) and Susie (his wife) arrive, but they’ve brought their dog Sonoma to see her favorite uncle. Unfortunately, before she can make it into the sideroom, she sees the restaurant main room and all the food on all the tables of the regular restaurant patrons. She goes nuts and charges into main restaurant, dragging Susie behind her. She jumps on as many tables as she can, eating everything on it. The manager is freaking out. He comes up to me telling me about all the trouble I’ve caused and how I need to pay everything and how we need to leave. Dream over.

Dream #2 (had this this morning) - I’m in a small room in a small building next to some sort of public park. It’s a very nice public park; it has a large lawn area with a giant tree in the middle. You can’t see any neighboring buildings, aside from some power lines near the entrance (near the small building). I’m being made up and dressed up for my wedding. Guests are already here. Everybody is seated on chairs on the lawn, and the rows of chairs are split in the middle in a typical wedding ceremony fashion. The space in the middle is either covered with an aisle runner or already has a concrete path, and it leads up to the giant tree, where the bridal party and groom are standing. It’s my time, so I leave the room/building and start walking up the aisle.

As I’m walking down the aisle, I’m amazed at how beautiful everything is. I think the park is on a hill, because all I see is blue sky around the giant tree on this sunny day. The tree provides a lot of shade, and on the trunk, there is a vine with large leaves climbing up. The vine leaves are green in the middle, but fade out to orange at the edges since it’s November. It looks very nice, and since it’s a dream, I can see what I look like, and I’m looking pretty good too.

I walk towards Kelvin, and I think about how cheap this place is since it’s a public park. And then a thought hits me in the head right as I get to the tree… Oh shit! I already paid hella money to have my wedding at Hakone Gardens. I tell everybody that this is a mistake, we’re supposed to have my ceremony somewhere else. The park was just a place to take pictures at before the ceremony. I panic a little as everybody is confused, but then I realize I have this temporary ability to turn back time. So I turn back time to a few hours before, to before my prep for the wedding. I’m calm again, and everything seems to be on schedule so far. I wonder if maybe I should have not booked Hakone, since this park turned out to be so nice. And then my dream ends.

Well, at least in my dreams he does. I had a fairly short, but easy to remember dream last night. It’s odd as dreams tend to be. Here it goes:

I’m sitting in some house. It’s kinda old, doesn’t seem very big. I hear a knock on the door. I go answer it, and Tony Danza is at my door. He starts talking, saying something like, “Hi, I wanted to talk to you about Buy.com.” I’m thinking, Buy.com? Oh, I just got two packages from them, since I ordered two DS games recently. I hadn’t opened them yet, so I go open them, as Tony Danza follows me into my house, continuing to yammer about how great Buy.com is. I open my packages, but aside from the DS games I ordered, I find 3 other DS games in each package that I didn’t order. I start freaking out, “What are these extra games?? I didn’t order them, am I going to be charged?”

Tony Danza explains to me enthusiastically what those extra games are. “They’re part of Buy.com’s new recommendation feature. Based on what you purchase, Buy.com will recommend some games by putting them in your order!”

“What? Are you kidding me? That’s a terrible idea! Why would I want to be charged for games I didn’t ask for?” I inquire.

“Well, if you like a game, you can keep it. If you don’t want them, you can return them real easy!”

“Um, that’s retarded! Does Buy.com have a restocking fee? Even if they don’t, I’m pretty sure they won’t cover for return shipping!” I’m kinda hysterical at this point, frustrated that I have to deal with returns and annoyed I have to deal with Tony Danza telling me something is great when it’s not. I shoo him out of my house into the rain. (Apparently, it’s raining.)

Tony Danza later calls my house, explaining that he still doesn’t think Buy.com is bad, but he didn’t mean to be pushy. I tell him it’s alright, but you shouldn’t be annoying and insist on something when someone won’t buy it. I also tell him I thought he was great in Who’s the Boss?.

Around this time, I wake up to reality. Weird dream, huh? You know what else was weird last night/this morning? I was slightly awakened at some point when it was still dark, disturbed by some rustling around the bed. I saw Kelvin standing up near the wall where his cellphone gets charged, holding his phone pushing buttons. (He doesn’t remember doing this, but he says he probably got up to turn off the alarm. It goes off earlier on days with school, and today was not a school day.) Before I have a chance to ask what he’s doing, I groggily noticed that the pillow next to me is white. This was odd, because the pillow Kelvin uses has a black flannel cover. (My pillow has a blue corduroy cover, so it wasn’t my pillow.) I sleepily asked, “Kelvin, where’s the cover to your pillow?” He told me it’s just a white pillow. I asked where this pillow came from. He responded by telling me to calm down, “It’s just a pillow!” I then fell asleep again.

I woke up at around 9AM, which was good because apparently the alarm wasn’t set. I saw Kelvin hugging a white pillow (he hugs his pillow when he doesn’t feel like having it underneath his head), and no black pillow was on the bed. Clearly, the pillow was stripped of its pillow case. I asked Kelvin why he took the cover off; he said he didn’t. I’m like, “Well, why doesn’t your pillow have a cover then?” and upon realizing he was hugging a coverless pillow, he tossed it on the carpet and went back to sleep. The pillow case couldn’t have slipped off either; it’s really clingy flannel fabric. So yeah, really bizarre, tho it’s not the first time Kelvin has done weird things in his sleep.

I didn’t sleep too well last night, so I’m feeling pretty tired at work. Also, my cold has progressed to a painful cough, so I’m not feeling too hot either.

My first dream is kind of weird and disturbing. I’m sleeping in my room, and Kelvin is there, too. I hear my mom getting ready for work and hear her leave, which means it’s pretty early in the morning and it’s still dark. For some reason, I decide to look at the head of my bed, where there’s some shelves and magazines strewn about. I look at the one of the magazines, and there’s a pencil sketch (drawn over an article) of me sleeping. There’s another magazine, and one of the pages also has a pencil sketch of my face. There’s this stone plaque thingy next to my bed that as some art carved in, but my face is also carved into the stone. I’m hella creeped out, so I wake Kelvin and asked if he did this. He’s really groggy and says no, and he tells me to go back to sleep. I’m like, “I think I have a stalker! Aren’t you worried?” He says no and tells me to go asleep again, and then he passes out. So I go back to sleep and wake up a couple hours later, when the sun is up and my room is lighted. I see in the wall in front of my bed, and there are tons of small sketches of faces on the wall done in pencil. Some are incomplete; some are clearly my head. Kelvin has finally come to the conclusion that I have, which is I have a stalker. And then I hear movement outside my room, which is strange because my mom already left for work. We open the door, and I see my mom in a bathrobe… but I see two of her. These mom-clones freak out when they see me and run away. I chase after one and knock her down, but I have a hard time knocking her out because… well, she looks like my mom. But I know my mom left for work, so this isn’t her. Or is this like some weird part of her, like my mom has been split into three people (one of whom sits in my room while I’m sleeping drawing sketches of me)? My mind is all hella confused, but whoever I was shaking up has finally passed out, so I go look for the other one. It’s around this time that I wake up in real life, coughing my lungs out around 6AM.

I have a hard time getting back to sleep (especially since I have to wake up pretty soon), but I eventually do. My second dream is more vague and hard to remember. It starts off with some about Ratchet & Clank. I’m not sure if I’m playing the game or if I’m in the Ratchet & Clank universe. Eventually I’m in some concert venue (I’m not sure if this is the same dream or a different dream). It’s pretty ghetto, some weird covered outdoor thing (similar to that one outdoorsy-tent conference room at the San Jose Convention center). It’s not even the entire hall, it’s just a part of it sectioned off. There’s a stage on the end where bands play, and there’s a bunch of folding chairs lining up the rest of the open space. I’m here to support my boyfriend, who apparently isn’t Kelvin and is some guy who looks like the lead singer of Blink182. I know he’s not the lead singer of Blink182 because he looks younger and his bandmates don’t like the Blink182 guys. His band is playing at the end, so we’re sitting around waiting for the opening acts to start. From the stage distance-wise, we’re in the middle. I leave to get some drinks, and when I come back, my boyfriend and his bandmates are no longer where I found them. Some girl with a headset comes and finds me and tells me to go to the front, where we apparently have seats now. So I go sit next to my rocker boyfriend (our seats look like… speakers or something), and the show begins. The first band is some weird otaku band, with everyone wearing some sort of cosplay outfit. They sound pretty horrible. They finish, asking the audience vote for them at some amateur contest this music thingy is supporting. The next group is some old fogie hippie band. They’re pretty decent. One of the women in their group (or maybe she’s a groupie, no idea) comes to the front row, trying to sell us some homemade alcoholic beverages the band makes. She doesn’t ask me for money, she asks me to trade her something. I tell her I have nothing to trade, and I don’t want her beverage. She’s like, “That’s alright, I’ll just give him (directed at my boyfriend) two then.” So he gets these two weird capsule container thingies, and he shows me how to open them. The drink inside looks like ginger ale. My boyfriend takes a big gulp, but then all of sudden starts coughing, maybe because the drink is too strong. As this is happening, I notice that my boyfriend is no longer some rocker guy, it’s back to Kelvin, and he’s really not digging the drink. (Reminds of when Kelvin drank some Assailant: 1 2 .) I give the drink a shot, and it doesn’t taste that bad. I keep asking if he’s okay, and then I wake up in real life. I lay in bed for an extra hour because I feel terrible, and I eventually arrive at work late.

Anyways, I hope you guys found that an entertaining read. Feel free to offer up interpretations as to what it all means. I’m going to get back to my lunch from Jack-in-the-Box: Fish sandwich, curly fries, and mint milkshake (all that stuff is GREAT for a cold…).