Waking Mind

I’m remembering the “feeling” of this dream much more than the details.  It takes place in Maine, primarily at my neighbors the Marshall’s.  They’re remodeling their home and making it decidedly castle-like (I’ve always loved their farm).  Their daughter Christine is in the dream, we’re friends (and are in real life, though haven’t been close since childhood). 

I’m apparently still in high-school, and a former friend of mine (FORMER) is suddenly in charge of whether or not I get to graduate.  High school.  As an adult (because I’m grown in the dream, not a teenager again).  I am decidedly not happy about her power over me, and she does intend to hold it over my head.

And that’s all the details I remember.

I have very action-adventurous dreams.  Last night’s was a two-parter.  First, Calvin was a drag racer (except it was on a circle track?  which is weird, but so was the rest of the dream, so!) and we lived on a farm in Nebraska that was next door (like, walking distance) to the track.  There was a big barn at the track, and each racing team had a stall in which to set up their gear (which is funny because usually racing teams have huge RV and tractor trailer setups).  Anyway, Calvin needed Band-Aids so I walked from the track, past our house to the store. 

While I was at the store, huge thunderclouds built up, and four or five tornadoes snaked down from the sky.  Directly over the race track, heading toward our house.  I started running from the store (dirt road, could see over hills and fields across to the house and the track).  As I ran I tried to decide if I should stop at the house or keep going to the track.  I wanted to find Calvin more than I wanted to get out of the storm.  But as I approached the house I saw Calvin and some other folks who were friends/relatives running from the track TO the house, so we all got inside.  Larry the Cable Guy was there and I asked him if there was a storm shelter (which is odd, since it was supposedly my house so shouldn’t I know?) and he opened the door to a shack attached to the back of the house and joked that we should get in there.

It got very dark and windy but the house never got hit by a tornado.  When the storm cleared we walked back toward the race track and everything was still standing, untouched.

There was another blurb of a dream in which I was furious at my ex for going to a birthday party for Calvin’s Grandfather (who in real life he’s never met, of course) and leaving me behind.  I think I even yelled at him out loud in my sleep over that one.  I can clearly remember the disbelieving FURY.

Finally, there was some sort of Terminator-type Judgement Day invasion where humans and enemies looked alike and it was hard to tell who was friend and who was foe.  There was a huge high school where factions from BOTH sides were hiding.  There were corridors with blocks of lockers moved to form bunkers and hideouts, and a lot of popping up into ceilings and crawl spaces to avoid detection/capture.

Keira Knightly got thrown out of some upper-story windows down into the parking lot below.  She was nekkid.  Oooookaaaayyy…  Oh, and Joaquin Phoenix was the head hancho bad guy who did it.

At one point I was with two guys (who seem familiar to me but I can’t place them) and we were trying to get up into a hole in the ceiling because Joaquin Phoenix and the attacking force was approaching down the corridors.  One guy went first, the second guy followed, and neither one of them turned to help me up.  So I was struggling and panicking and trying to get up into this hole in the ceiling while they just sat there and watched.  I could hear the enemy approaching, my legs and body were still dangling down from the ceiling…

…and I woke up.