Another Dream Featuring Eoin Macken

I was in a restaurant with my parents, overlooking a menu that had all these weird food and meat selections. I noticed about thirty seconds into doing this that adjacent to my mom was Eoin sitting at a table with some friends.

Shirtless, no less.

I begged my parents not to look, even though I was freely staring. He didn't notice, thank god. At some point, he decides to stand up and pace around the table, impatiently waiting for something.

He notices me, and starts glancing my way. I act nonchalant, trying to act as if I don't notice him looking my way. My parents are getting anxious, even though they're fully occupied by the menus. Internally, I'm going crazy because he's glancing at me, pacing and getting closer to my table.

And then, there he was. My parents are sitting there, mouths agape. He leans over my shoulder, pointing out various items he likes, leaning up against me without his shirt on and talking so close to my ear it sends tingles down my spine. I look over at him, and nod along, just smiling.

The waitress passes by, and Eoin goes back to his table. As I continue pouring over the menu, I realize it's a breakfast menu, and it is lunchtime. The waitress comes back to the table, and my parents tell her the menus are for breakfast. She sits down at the table, looks through them, and comes to the same conclusion. She sighs, and goes to get the lunch/dinner menus.

It's at this point I wake up, hoping that I actually was dreaming of Eoin Macken.

I would describe his look as this: nice-looking jeans (meaning no holes), shirtless, watch, his necklace, and he had a beard like the one in the photo from Twitter.

Josh Groban Dream

I don't remember much of it since it was about three in the morning and I didn't want to document it.

I was at a concert, and afterwards Josh hung out with some of his concertgoers, including Natalie Cole who was wearing a blue ball gown. They start dancing while they sing 'So She Dances'. After that, he comes and sits with me.

He asks about the concert, and is just very nice while talking to me. He's also sitting very close.

And that is literally all I remember.

Unusual Dream I Had This Morning

I don't remember much of it, considering I had this dream around 4 am, but this gist was this: I had to go to the bathroom something fierce. And so I did, but I apparently didn't finish. I then sat a table having Subway sandwiches with George Takei and William Shatner (and possibly Leonard Nimoy--I am NOT a trekkie), and was doing something gross with my napkin (even I have my limits of what I will say to my readers). I then have to go to the bathroom again, so I leave. The stall door may or may not have been broken, but I finally finished going to the bathroom, where I rejoined those gentlemen and played poker.

It was one of those subconscious dreams that tells you that you need to use the toilet or something is going to happen, forcing you to wake up and go to the bathroom. Was that too much information?

August 6 Dream

I was packed into a truck, in the backseat with a pregnant woman, some other woman, and possibly Patrick's (an old friend) sister. Patrick and his "dad" were in the front.

We end up at a hospital, to drop off the pregnant woman. We all take turns hugging her goodbye and wishing her good luck.* At that point, she was going to have the baby alone. But only Patrick, his dad and I were in the truck when we drove off. Since this was a lucid dream, I made up that his mom and sister didn't want her to be alone.

Patrick and his dad are driving me home. We're now in Littleton (where I lived from 2000-2008--in New Hampshire) at the junction of Main and Union Street, at the light on Cottage Street. Two tour buses are turning towards us (which if you've ever been to Littleton, you would know is nearly impossible--the streets aren't wide enough for the traffic, not that that stops anyone). We keep freaking out, but the buses get by without incident.

We then end up in the back parking lot of the Main Street stores (unfortunately, no pictures of the back parking lot), driving down some road that bypasses town (there is an actual road that does this, but this is not the route we took). I am noticing the weather, which seems to be an overcast autumn afternoon. I begin laughing and remarking * that only four things have changed in Littleton, everything else has stayed the same. Patrick remarks that the road leading to my house (which is actually a bike trail/riverwalk--no cars admitted) is now painted green. I change my tune and say five things have changed.

We end up at my house, which isn't the house I lived in while I lived in Littleton. Patrick walks me to the door. His dad is parked down the street (I have no idea why), and is hidden by a vast amount of trees.

At this point, I end the dream, not wishing to pursue it further.

* Patrick is about sixteen in this dream, and I have no idea how old I was. It's the last age I saw Patrick in person (I moved from California to Littleton the year we would have been 17).
* At some point in the whole bus/going home adventure, Patrick's dad makes some joke, which made me laugh and Patrick cringe. I remember I leaned my head against the back of Patrick's seat when I laughed. Also while driving through the shortcut, it was like a dead-end they had created. Patrick's dad drove over the road blocks (which looked like rubber cane tips) in order to drive on the riverside road (which as previously stated, you couldn't).
* In reality, driving me home via Cottage St. would have been the easiest, since you have to pass the street I lived on to get to Main Street. Driving around Main Street was traffic-heavy and difficult (especially in the autumn, during the height of foliage season).

Funky Dream

I was walking around some outdoor mall, and my dad us handing out flyers to raise awareness about some injustice that had been done to my sister. He shoves a bunch in my face, and walks away.

I hand out a few, and then walk over toward some store, where I am stopped by the cops, who proceed to warn me that I need to stop what I am doing. Being deathly afraid of cops in dreamworld and reality, I throw away my papers and go to find my dad. Along the way I run into Jenna Marbles.

I find my dad and promptly tell him the cops will arrest him if he doesn't stop passing flyers. He gets really angry, and stalks off, like a petulant child.

Jenna and I start walking home, and talking about things and laughing. As we get close to my house, a water main breaks and water rains down in sheets upon us. I walk the rest of the way home, totally drenched.

I walk up to the front door, and it's locked. I can see through the window, this glow of pink and horrifically ugly pink valances and curtains. I scream at my sisters to open the door, which they did. I walk through the door, soaked through and find my dad has hung these pepto bismol pink curtains and valances on all the visible windows.

In addition to the curtains, he took baby blankets and hung them on the walls as some sort of wallpaper. I remark that he doesn't get his way so he redecorated the house.

"That's fine. I will just stay in my room."

Everyone's eyes dart around nervously. I dart to my room to find my room decorated in pink valances and curtains. I begin shouting 'no' and ripping them off the window. I then shoot past my dad and rip the other curtains and valances from the windows, and I accidentally pull off one of the baby blankets. He had stapled them to the walls.

I then woke up.

A Dream Featuring Santiago Cabrera

Santiago Cabrera is in my dream as a vampire in this True Blood-type series. This girl (who was not me--sadly) was made, but through some unusual thing she became human again. Santiago comes along, invisible to this girl and no one else, and begins seducing his former "grandchild." He circles her, gently stroking her collarbone, and whispering Spanish words in her ears as he walks around her. The word respiro (which in Spanish means "respite") was used, with the lovely tongue roll that Spanish speakers (or people who roll their Rs like I can) are skilled at. Said woman is entranced, and her former bite mark scars are visible on her neck.

At this point, I awoke, mad that I couldn't continue this dream.

iPhone

I think I might start using my iPhone to take down dreams I have at 3am (that seems to be when they happen). Whether I use voice recording or the notepad feature, I think I might try this. I practically use it for everything else, why not recording what happens in my dreams before I forget them?

Non-Dream Related Post

Tomorrow (or today for anyone that doesn't live in the United States) marks the one month countdown to my 29th birthday.

I am internally panicking. 29 is a pretty big number.

It doesn't matter if my celeb crush of the moment Eoin Macken is already ahead of me by five months and one day, I am not ready.

Obligatory Eoin Macken as Gwaine photo:

Photo credit belongs to me, because I screencapped this image months ago from Netflix. I didn't put a tag on it, and I have paid for it dearly on Tumblr. But now, I have tagged it.

This Is a Short One

This was a much larger dream, but all I remember is that I went to the doctor and they wanted to run all this blood work. In fact they wanted me to do a blood fast for 60 hours. My math skills are horrid, but even I know that is ridiculous.

That's basically it.

January 20, 2006 Dream

I have been searching high and low for this dream, and I finally found it in a folder in a binder full of stuff that used to adorn my walls and notebooks when I lived in New Hampshire.

I was shopping in the mall with my sister and mom. My sister wanted to go in a store where I was thrown out for some unknown reason. So I told them I was going to the personal beauty store a few rows down.

I walked in, and there was Tré Cool from Green Day, and a bunch of other men who ignored my presence. I was looking at eye shadow, when Tré Cool comes up, and tells me that those colors wouldn't coordinate with my "pretty brown eyes." So in my weirdly unnatural flirting style, I asked his opinion. He points out a few, and I grab a few.

"Now this," he whispers, "is what you need."

A set of make-up.

I go for this kit with my neutral lip color, and Tré grabs it from my hand.

"No, it will white you out. Try this."

The lip colors are a light pink and a deeper mauve. Tré then opens up a series of lip glosses, and proceeds to pile them on my lips. So here I am, standing in front of the drummer of Green Day who I find attractive, with pink and purple gunk on my lips.

"You look beautiful, Colleen," he laughs.

I see my mom and sister coming, so I wave. Tré looks in their direction and quickly focuses on me. He piles on some clear gloss, caps it, and smoothes the gloss out a bit on my lips. Next thing I know, I am making out with Tré Cool. He is literally spreading the gloss onto my lips by making out with me.

I could feel every sensation while I was sleeping during this dream, and it was fantastic!

Followers

I just found out my one and only follower has met Eoin Macken. I recognized her face, and remembered reading her post on meeting him for this promotional filming thing for a movie he made called The Callback Queen in London months ago.

It's not an interesting tidbit or anything, I just wanted to say that's awesome!

May 3 Dream

I awoke around 6:30 this morning from an unusual dream.

It's been hours since it happened, but I think it was a sex tape of some sort. I was in the scenes, not actually having any sex, but watching what was happening. It's not like actual sex was happening, just sexual situations and adult themes.

I am looking up what this possibly means.

Sex-To see others having sex in your dream refers to your own desires of being more adventurous in your own sex life. 


That's hilarious. The exact reasons why are for me to know, and you never to find out.

March 16 Dream

Well after quite a period of nothingness, I finally had a dream. I think it was fueled by St. Patrick's Day, a certain Irish actor I admire tweeting me on Twitter as well as leaving a comment on a blog of mine, and just good vibes altogether. I haven't analyzed this dream, since it seems pretty straightforward.

5:33am

I am at home, talking to my mom and folding laundry or something to that extent. My dad isn't home. My mom is going on and on about something that my dad did to piss her off. We anticipate that dad will be home soon, and I see my soon-to-be-twenty-year old sister driving off to get breakfast or dinner, an action we know will piss off dad. It's dark outside, so it could be morning or night.

We're in our house in Littleton, so I can see a truck enter the driveway (we're in the first bedroom I moved into when we moved into the house, and I overlooked the driveway). My mom is still talking, as I am heading down the hallway, trying to tell her someone is coming to the door. The staircase is long and winding, like the staircase in the house I currently live in. I go out the front door, and pop my head around the corner of the house, calling the guy. Kelsey (my youngest sister) had warned me he was "hot."

He comes around the corner, and I get a better look at him, and he's smiling at me, and I share my sister's opinion. 

"That's not the front door," I smile warmly. He follows me into the house, and now we're in another house I've never lived in. We'd just received new furniture, and he's come to inspect it because my mom called about a problem. Kelsey disappeared, because she's in pajamas. There's pamphlet-like ads strewn about the living room, and my mom has magically turned into her cordial self.

The guy comes into the living room, taking one look at the furniture, and says, "Yeah, someone's messed with it." Kelsey pokes her head in to look at him, and I am neatly trying to stack those pamphlet-things that are all over the coffee table.  Just as he tries to talk to me, I wake up.

-Fin-

My youngest sister and I at Lake Willoughby in 2008, right before we moved back to the West Coast.

Thanks

I just want to thank any new readers for coming across this blog and leaving comments.  I do have some unusual dreams, infrequent as they are, or just because I am too damn lazy to jot down my dreams (since most of the memorable ones happen at three o'clock in the morning).

So thanks for reading, thanks to those of you who comment.  I really need to have email updates sent when you do comment.

A Dream About Coldplay

I had a dream weeks ago that either the lead guitarist or drummer of the band Coldplay had been sacked, or fired for the non-UK slang speakers out there.  I went online to Wikipedia, and neither one has left the band.  Strange, I could've swore I heard that somewhere.

A Dream Featuring Eoin Macken

I had this dream early this morning, and I turned the light on at 3:35 am to write it down so that I wouldn't forget details.

Eoin Macken and I are friends on Facebook, which isn't all that unusual.  I used to be friends with the former bassist of Rooney, but I never really wrote anything to him, because it just seemed weird.

Anyway...

One day, I am looking at photos of him and he messages me via Windows Messenger or AIM.  I almost click it away because I think it's an ad about him.  I don't, and we end up talking about everything.  While this is happening, my youngest sister is across the hall with our parents, getting lectured over an issue (I do know what the issue was, but I am not revealing that information online).

Eoin asks me out on Facebook (yes, he was messaging me through two websites, trying to confuse me), as well as AIM/Windows Live, and I say 'yes.'

"If you're in the area" (meaning San Francisco), "message me."  My nineteen-year old sister comes along and starts peering at the computer screen, being her usual nosy self.  My youngest sister comes into the room, cursing out our parents.  Meanwhile, my messages from Eoin are back-logging, and my sister notices this and remarks that I should be excited that he is speaking to me.  I tell her to back off.

I then message him back, explaining the current situation.  And we discuss the spelling of "nosy."

Then I woke up.

Eoin Macken is an actor/director, who is currently featured in the BBC drama Merlin, as Sir Gwaine, a Knight of the Round Table.  Merlin Season Four will air in the U.S. on SyFy starting January 6, 2012.

I was not paid to endorse the show, networks, or anything else that might be fishy to readers.

Have You Noticed a Trend?

I dream a lot about tornadoes?  Because I have noticed this trend.  Of course, this one stemmed from 60+ mph winds.  As did the others when I lived in Oregon.

When I was younger, wind drove me to the ends of my sanity.  And when you've been raised in Southern California at this time of year, with Santa Ana's that cause widespread fire and destruction, they're scary things.  In Oregon, it meant the possibility of tornadoes and the windows rattled bad.  In New Hampshire, it meant one of two things:

A).  It's winter and there's a snow squall occurring outside your window

--OR--

B).  It's summer/fall and you're having a typical New England thunderstorm.

Either way, it means I am guilty about something.

Today's Dream

I was basically in this large building, and we're all trying to find spots to protect ourselves from a tornado that is coming.  You could see it, but it was far away.  For the most part, all of us women were in dresses and heels.  We're running around, trying to clean before taking shelter.

As I am walking around with one of them, she comes upon the basement she forgot existed.  You have to leap from the edge to the basement itself.  I watch her do this, landing almost flawlessly in a short skirt and heels.  I ask her to hold my shoes while I tell the others to run for the basement.

She says no.  When I explain I could break or sprain my ankle, she doesn't seem concerned.  I run back to the "shelter", which resembles the Laboratory in Rocky Horror Picture Show, and tell them to get their stuff and go to the basement.

I am the last one left, and I am cleaning up dishes and putting them in the sink.  I know that when the tornado is said and done, my mom will be pissed because we didn't put the dishes in the sink or wash them.  I run up the concrete ramp and leap from the edge to the basement itself.  I fall, but am otherwise unhurt.

Then I wake up.

October 17 Dream

This morning, I had the most unusual (although cool) dream.

I dreamt I was engaged to Sirius Black.  And despite the fact I am a Muggle and he's a pure-blooded wizard, the world seemed okay.  No one was trying to kill us.  The only person who had a problem with our getting married was the household maid (who resembled Diana Rigg).

The only problem with this is that it doesn't line up with anything Harry Potter-related.  As far as I know (and I don't know a lot), the Black family only had one house-elf, and that was Kreacher.

Anyway, this maid had some serious issues over our marrying, none of which had to do with my blood status.  And despite all her misgivings, Sirius and I were still getting married.

The dream then skipped to the day before the wedding, and I was contemplating taking a shower, so I could shave my legs.  The maid enters my room, and begins tidying things up, all while glaring at me and talking about things.  Sirius is downstairs, playing chess with some person (it was either Harry Potter or my third sister).  Finally, she leaves.  I then end up in the bathroom, wearing only underwear and a men's white dress shirt.  I am looking at myself in the mirror, and subconsciously I am telling myself I need to remember to bring my black underwear on the honeymoon.  I then hear the maid's voice downstairs, and I come out, listening above the stairs.  She's asking if there's any more work she needs to do, because she would like to take a bath.

I am thinking, "Bitch!", but  I don't say anything.

Next thing, I am still in the bathroom, but now I am not wearing underwear.  The maid returns, but not having taken her bath.  She begins cleaning the bathroom, even though Sirius told her nothing else needed to be cleaned.  Because I realize I am not wearing underwear, I retreat to the bathtub, where I think I am safer to not be seen commando.  She pulls out this bottle of toilet bowl cleaner that doesn't have bleach in it with a HUGE brush head and squirts it into the toilet.

Maid:  "The weather forecast says it's going to be cold and rainy during your honeymoon."

Me:  "Oh, I don't mind.  I like it. We can cuddle with a blanket in front of the fire and read or something."

She smiles at me.

"How long is your bath going to be?  I wanted to take a quick shower so my legs would be soft and smooth for tomorrow."

She never answered, but I stayed in this moment a little while, until I woke up.

For anyone who has seen Harry Potter, you know that 12 Grimmauld Place on the inside is very depressing.  This was not the case in my dream.  The living room/parlor where he was playing chess was much like the Gryffindor Common Room, a large fire roaring, lots of light and nice furniture.  The bathroom where I was was large, spacious, and full of lit candles.

I may or may not do an analysis of this dream.

Another Dream

Long time, no see, right?

I seriously haven't had one dream that I could remember in the last three months.  It's sad, pathetic, and it makes me depressed.

Anyway...

I found a comment on my blog the other day, and I just want to thank the one person who has read my blog for reading it.  I like when people read my blog!

I had a dream this morning, which basically took place in the first room in the house I lived in in New Hampshire.  There was this white spider that very much resembled a tarantula that had crawled out of my shoes.  I (naturally) screamed bloody murder, and couldn't find a heavy enough object to dispatch it away from me.  The spider is basically the only thing I really remember, except I was also having sex (but not during the spider incident), and I really had to use the bathroom.

I nicknamed the spider "Voldemort Spider" in my dream, because it was this milky white spider.