Dreams from January 30, 2010:

I was in my friend’s concrete basement. I told my brother to go shovel the snow. Then my friends tied off my arm and injected me with drugs, though I didn’t resist. They specifically said it was Tryptophan, but it made me energized and euphoric/manic. While I was in that state, we watched an educational video about the job market and economic downturn. My friend’s dad came down and told us that the TVs at my house are cheap because they would not be big enough to adequately fill the Grand Canyon. I then put on a Snuggie and pretended I was a shark. Somehow I ended up on a log in a swamp at night with my friend’s family. As they paddled, the front of the log kept dipping into the water along with me. We were ambushed by crocodiles near a swamp-side house. Everyone else jumped onto the house’s deck, but I was stuck hanging off of the side. My friend’s dad kept telling me not to roll because it would cause the crocodiles to bite me and go into a death roll. Then I woke up.

01/30/2010

Two tall and fair old men, one in yellow a gown and another in white dress, came to my home with marriage proposals for me. They showed me many different pictures of boys to choose from.

Notes: Female, Age 26, India

01/30/2010

I am with an older woman who I do not recognize but somehow I am sure she is my grandmother. We walk into a large house that she owns but has not lived in for some time. After a few minutes we walk into a room and find that there is a squatter sleeping there. It turns out to be Van Wilder. Shocked that he was in the house we decide to let him stay since my grandma doesn't live there anyway. I go upstairs where the whole floor is built like a loft. There are three rooms that are all more or less connected into one larger room. I find that Van's assistant Taj is also upstairs now. They are in the middle of setting up a ping pong table and a pinball machine for his new living quarters. I look around and am thinking how cool this place is going to be and what a great party you could throw there when I wake up.

01/30/2010

I bring a friend to my wrestling practice to show him what it is like. I arrive to see people with books spread out studying on the mat. I ask the coach what all these people are doing. He reminds me that it's Sunday. I say "yea, but there is practice on Sundays." He responds with "Yea that's Sunday mornings, this is Sunday night." ...ok, but why is it a library on Sunday nights...?