Hannah Montana put on a magic show in our back yard last night. Badly.
Cidu Bill on Oct 6th 2009
Just curious… Did anybody have a weirder dream than that last night?
(I should add that I have two boys, so the very existence of Hannah Montana could not be further off this family’s radar)
Filed in Bill Bickel, Hannah Montana, dreams | 25 responses so far
Judge Mental Oct 6th 2009 at 10:06 am 1
I have two boys, one of which is in love with Hannah Montana. What are you implying?
Charlene Oct 6th 2009 at 10:06 am 2
How about Gothic hordes pillaging a Sims 2 neighbourhood?
Kate C Oct 6th 2009 at 10:24 am 3
My ex-boyfriend somehow made a living turtle out of sugar and clothes hangers, and offered it to me as a gift. I really didn’t want it, but I was pretty impressed with his magic skills. And then Ben Affleck showed up.
Marla Oct 6th 2009 at 10:52 am 4
Yep. Weird dream…”Mike, the plumber” on Desperate Housewives invited me onto his boat last night. I was playing coy, then woke up. Hmmmm….(No Hannah Montana cd’s playing).
friedrich Oct 6th 2009 at 11:05 am 5
Gothic hordes?
Frank the curmudgeon Oct 6th 2009 at 11:23 am 6
Hordes of Goths? Ostrogoths or Visigoths or wraiths dressed in black?
padraig Oct 6th 2009 at 12:37 pm 7
Yeah, I’m with you, Judgy. I’m guessing neither of CIDUBill’s boys is a tweenager.
Mark in Boston Oct 6th 2009 at 01:05 pm 8
No weird dreams. Just the usual. Today’s the day for the final exam for the course I forgot about completely and never went to any of the lectures. I can’t find the classroom, and when I finally do there’s only half an hour left for the three-hour test. I reach for my pencil in my pocket but realize I forgot to wear clothes.
Nicole Oct 6th 2009 at 01:28 pm 9
I dreamt that I was reading the CIDU page and there was a posting about a Hana Montana dream …. how wierd is that ?
Elyrest Oct 6th 2009 at 01:35 pm 10
I’m with Nicole - Hannah Montana on CIDU!! Merciful Heavans! Next you’ll be throwing in the Jonas Brothers just to scare us.
I had a dream once that I was madly in love with Danny Devito. He was so sweet and HOT!!
firedmyass Oct 6th 2009 at 01:45 pm 11
hmmmm, Hanna Montana performing badly…
a dream? or a DOCUMENTARY?
CIDU Bill Oct 6th 2009 at 01:47 pm 12
Correct, Padraig: My boys are old enough for real-life girlfriends.
And Nicole, you win.
CIDU Bill Oct 6th 2009 at 01:49 pm 13
Well, to be fair, Firedmyass, Hannah never claimed to be a magician. I’m sure she’d have been more than adequate, in a Disney Channel sort of way, if she’d stuck to singing.
Charlene Oct 6th 2009 at 03:18 pm 14
Actual Goths. I was reading Volume 1 of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire before going to sleep. I was at the point where the Goths (not identified as Ostro or Visi, at this point) were streaming down the Dniester into the Black Sea to pillage and destroy Nicomedia.
Nicole Oct 6th 2009 at 06:47 pm 15
Bill — some boys/men are NEVER too old for fantasy girlfriends … I can prove it using just one word … porn
What do I win ?
Frank the curmudgeon Oct 6th 2009 at 06:51 pm 16
What a leap from Hannah Montana to Gibbons.
Frank the curmudgeon Oct 6th 2009 at 06:54 pm 17
Nicole wins Ron Jeremy.
Less reality, more fantasy, no baby blues Oct 6th 2009 at 07:22 pm 18
I think this dream resulted from paranoia about dictators, such as North Korea’s Kim Jong-Il, having nuclear bombs, and watching videos of the utterly 2006 version of Sonic The Hedgehog: I was in South Korea, in a very detailed, colorful hotel and bored. I found that I was myself at my current age, yet, somehow, also, a few years younger, as an early teenager. I, also, discovered that my mother was pregnant with my sister, meaning that I was, also, four years old. Each time I went to sleep, I had a vision of my room, wished that I was back there, and awoke to find that I was, still, in South Korea. I saw, on the second day, a comic, titled Sonic The Hedgehog’s South Korean Adventure: Number 2 of 3, meaning I was, also, Sonic, who was a fictional character in that world. Most of the rest of the dream was inane–I guess my brain had no time to think of other ideas after creating such insanity.
I was in my room, contemplating life and death, when an elf came in and offered to show me the afterlife. He lead my sister and I through a tiny door which, somehow, accomodated our entire bodies. I saw a colorful afterlife, but I remember little about it. Was my food, somehow, spiked with slow-acting D.M.T?
I was a doctor in a hospital, who wanted to pick up his things and go home, but, when I tried to do so, time, abruptly, slowed–until the scene shifted from a relatively sane environment to something, presumably, resembling a bad acid trip. I was, now, Todd from the show Scrubs. Janitor had drugged him with anesthetic–something, admittedly, in character–and appeared, causing horrifying fear, surrounded by swirling psychedelic colors, telling him that he was about to play a video that would be utterly horrifying. A jumble of random images appeared, then, a still image of a woman–in the style of one of Fallout’s 1950s billboards–beautifully singing two words, again and again, accompanied by whooshing wind, becoming ever more horrifying. I, finally, left the scene and saw an outside view of myself, partially covered in light, feeling repeated pokes, even more scared.
This dream requires some context: I, often, work out, and, when I do, I hydrate myself with diet soda. I used to use caffeinated drinks, but, now, I use decaf. This happened while I was, still, addicted to caffeine. I worked out, but, instead of using caffeine, I used black acid. I knew that the components could cause bad trips, psychosis, heart attacks, paranoia and a lot of other bad shit–but, still, I was compelled to use them. I was working out on exercise machines, watching both television, and hallucinations similar to the flashbacks in Flatliners. Everyone told me to quit, yet the cravings could not be resisted. I think that was my unconscious’s way of telling me that I used far too much caffeine.
I have had many dreams where everything seemed perfectly normal, just, like reality, then, I found something slightly amiss, causing absolute terror.
I was standing near my basement, when, suddenly, everything went dark. I had been blinded by a being called Blind. I saw massive protests and political demands occur, demanding my sight be restored, until, finally, everything returned to normal, and I found myself standing in the same spot.
Everyone was fucked, because the universe was ending, collapsing on itself, and, though newsmen discussed it and scientists tried to find a solution, nothing could be done to stop it. I became increasingly desperate, until, finally, the oncoming darkness trapped me in my room. I ended up grasping the last few inches of my desk, the last thing in the universe, staring at my window into nothingness. I noticed something odd about the window, wiped it with my hand, and uncovered a brick wall. I, somehow, passed through, and into a park, where guys were sitting on benches and the Grim Reaper was standing.
I was in my room, everything seemed normal–until I looked in the mirror and saw that I was floating, with my legs tucked under me, like the characters in Landstalker. I realized that I was my soul, then, floated upwards, above the earth, galaxies and across the universe.
Interesting note regarding the last two dreams: A week or so ago, well after having them, I learned that the universe was expanding faster than the speed of light. I do not, normally, believe in aliens, God or the afterlife–but Relativity and Quantum Physics say that perception defines, and creates reality. We cannot perceive things faster than the speed of light, therefore–if modern science and Renee Descartes are correct–there must be some existence beyond our side of the universe. Perhaps, those last two dreams were my mind’s ways of saying, “don’t worry about death–there is an afterlife beyond the universe you can see?” I must contemplate this issue, since it shakes my partial Nihilism to its very core.
Kit Oct 7th 2009 at 12:04 am 19
I want to know if she was dressed like a clown?
Jeff S. Oct 7th 2009 at 12:37 am 20
“Was it a dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you? … Why am I the only one who has that dream?”
Best. Movie. Evar!
Chuck Oct 7th 2009 at 01:30 pm 21
I had a dream I was young Tom Riddle. I went on a field trip with my Hogwarts class to the White House. This is while George W. Bush was president. I had to go to the bathroom but the door wouldn’t open so I walked through it. I realized that I was as barefoot as Britney Spears, so when I spotted some slippers I put them on. I climbed out the window and came across a statue, which I peed on. I went back inside as my class was meeting the President. I put an enchantment on him and he gave me his Air Force ring. (Does the Air Force give you a ring?) He really didn’t want to give it to me, and he offered me something else–anything else– but I made him give me that. And I kept his slippers.
Frank the curmudgeon Oct 7th 2009 at 06:43 pm 22
The SS will be paying Chuck a visit. George wants his ring and slippers back.
Loose lips sink ships.
Chuck Oct 7th 2009 at 09:14 pm 23
Creepy. I’m writing an essay about computers and surveillance.
Naomi Oct 8th 2009 at 12:50 pm 24
The weirdest dream I ever had was too strange to remember, except the
very last scene: I was in a huge room, filled with broken-down ancient ruins,
such as big Roman-like columns broken into pieces. The room was filled with
about 3 feet of water, in which all manners of people and creatures were
swimming - including a giant-size Alfred E. Newman, complete with “what,
me worry?” smile. That dream was about 40 years ago, and I can still
remember exactly what that last scene looked like, in Technicolor.
When I was studying calculus I dreamed I got “differentiated”, whatever
that meant.
Frank the curmudgeon Oct 8th 2009 at 06:06 pm 25
These blurbs remind me of the 60s when
half of people in class were droping acid.