KATHLEEN!!!

I really don't remember a lot of the dreams I've been having but I do remember that Kathleen showed up in front of my house and we started singing. I don't remember what we were singing and why but I remember we were singing...

Also, yesterday my grandma told me that my mom once had a disturbing dream about me. When I was less than one, my grandma used to call me her treasure (in Russian it's a common thing that grandparents would call their grandchildren). So in my mom's dream, I woke up and with a zombie-like voice said "I am Grandma's treasure..." I was disturbing when I made my way into my mom's dreams...

Mexicans!

I haven't posted in a while, but I haven't had memorable dreams, so chill. This dream comes in two parts:

Part 1: I was at school and I forgot to wear my deodorant so I was freaking out. The End.

Part 2: I was in a room of my house (not my bedroom) and suddenly I heard noise coming from my room. When I ran in, a bunch of Mexicans jumped out of my closet (like 10 of them) and started shooting my pet mouse Buttercup. So I started yelling at them in Spanish.

So I yelled at them for some time and it turns out that they were shooting her because she was stressed. So I yelled at them even more asking them why the hell they didn't talk to me about it first. My Mexican amigo had no answer.

After that I was in the car with my friend, Anjali.

Me: "At least I still have Sakura (my other mouse)"

Anjali: "Alisa, no you don't (Sakura actually died about a month ago)

And then I woke and I really thought a bunch of Mexicans shot my mouse, but then I heard her little squeaks and mousie sounds. And if this offends any Mexicans, I'm sorry, but I have strange dreams like that. Maybe due to my growing in a slightly racist Russian environment (yes, old Russian people are as a rule, racist).

Spies, Bikes, and Beer!!!

So last night's dream was really weird... I don't remember much of it, but I remember that it came to me in two parts:

Part 1: I remember I was at some drug store. CVS or something and I bought beer. Like a few bottles of it. And I didn't need ID or anything, I just bought it and walked out. I also bought something else, but I don't remember what it was (weed, perhaps? XD). Then I went to school. And I don't remember what happened in class, but before I knew it, it was lunchtime (yes, Mr. T. was there, for those of you who know who he is) and I had to buy lunch. I was afraid of leaving my beer at the table so I took it with me in a plastic bag. So I bough my lunch and two Snapples and went back to my table. The thing is, the whole time I was worried that the lunch ladies would find out that I had beer. Even though the plastic bag was practically clear and mostly open, they didn't see it or even ask me what was in there. So I went back to the table, but this part of the dream never came to a conclusion before...

Part 2: I really don't remember the specifics of this part, but I remember that I was a spy on some mission (I really don't remember the details of this mission, so don't ask) and on this mission I had to avoid groups of loud kids that run around in the neighborhood. But somehow to avoid a group of kids, I had to go through a small forest and my annoying friend's sister (the sister's annoying, not the friend) just happened to go into the forest and see me. So I had to let her in on the mission and she was my sidekick. So after that we went on the mission and there were random bikes. I don't know where they came from. I just remember bikes. So I guess we completed the mission, I took her home and we lived happily ever after...

♫♪Peace Out!!!♪♫

Remember, if you have had any weird dreams, email them to arsponge@gmail.com

I'm Sick!!!

I'm sick. My throat hurts, my head hurts, I'm weak and when I'm sick, I don't usually remember my dreams, but today, I remember cinnamon rolls...

That's all I remember.

And since there's not a lot of dreaming to report on, I have a question:

What's the point of dreaming? Why do we spend SIX YEARS!!! of our life dreaming??? Answer in the comments!!!

This Blog is About MAAA DREEEEMS. This Title is Pretty Self-Explanitory, People!

Basically, here's everything you need to know about my blog:

1. I don't see my dreams from my point of view. I see my dreams as if I'm a creepy stalker ghost and I see everyone and no one sees me.
2. My dreams are usually blurry, so I don't remember things exactly
3. Sometimes I don't remember my dreams at all, so there won't be a post
4. If my dream takes place in a movie or book and there are weird things that shouldn't be in that movie or book DON'T HATE ON ME!!! This isn't just random crap I'm making up, this is my freaking subconscious showing me things as I sleep.
5. If you think my dreams have hidden messages or meaning, please DON'T HESITATE TO WRITE THAT IN THE COMMENTS. I don't care is it's perverted, sexist, racist, whatever. I want to know how YOU interpret my subconscious.
6. There's a great Dan Brown video about dreams, so go watch it before reading more of this post: Dreams
7. Dreams are fascinating and I will do my best to not let my ADHD get the best of me and stop posting or responding to comments. Psychology is an amazing thing, so if you ARE a psychologist and you happen to stumble along my blog, please leave your professional interpretations of this 13 year old's dreams.
8. If you decide to research dreams and find any cool websites or books please leave the link or title in the comments.

Right after I post this, I'll be writing about last night's dream, so be get your mind open!!!

HOGWARTS!!!

Today's dream was... interesting... and slightly blurry, so I don't remember it exactly... But anyways, here's how it went: First I was at a house. I don't know if it was my house, or some random person's house, but you get the picture. And I turned into an albino werewolf. But not like a werewolf from Harry Potter. I looked more like an abominable snowman than a werewolf.
A bit like this guy, only much cuter!So then I magically appeared at Hogwarts and I was in a dorm and talking with some students. Then that headmaster lady that likes to turn into a cat wanted to talk to me about something. I don't remember the conversation, but my conscious, not sleeping guess is that I had the ability to turn into that werewolf/abominable snowman thing when I wanted to, but I had to learn to control it and that's why I was at Hogwarts. For some reason we couldn't talk in that headmaster person's office so this whole conversation took place in one of those freezers where they store food in restaurants. And I started running out of oxygen, so I turned back into cute, little 4 foot 11 Alisa and passed out. Then the headmaster heard kids coming, so she froze the doorknob shut with her magic wand. And for some reason, the back of the freezer didn't have a wall, so when I passed out, I fell and I fell down this hill, and it was like a foot wide and frozen so I kept rolling down the hill, or more like a path, and I almost rolled down a hill, but the headmaster noticed that I was gone in time to run down and save me. I still don't understand how she ran so fast, but I'm glad I didn't die. Even though it was Winter, there was this one patch of land that was guarded by sprites (WTH does this have to do with Hogwarts???) and it was always Spring there. And when I woke up, I felt happy. But there was a cliff right next to me, but it seemed impossible to fall down. Then a bunch of other students from Hogwarts came and we were playing a game called Toon Town.
= ???
It was basically soccer with things blowing up. And the kids weren't very nice to each other on the other team. They were screaming "pass it to me, b*tch!" Oh, and did I mention that things were blowing up. My team eventually scored a goal by surround the ball and taking it to the goal. It was strange... Then I woke up...
So what do you think that was about? Leave a comment!