Last Night, a royal ware wolf, high school memories, Hamlet, Simpson's underwater life

I was a royal Queen whose rule was in question. I, and my entourage, were fleeing to my mother's castle. We were draped in light pink silk organza, it even was draped over our boats as we flew across the waters, passing by a group of the King's women, including his damn mistress. I reached my mother's estate, the whole castle was buzzing with anxiety. What would happen to me? Would I be dethroned, beheaded, exiled? I went to my room, a labyrinth of crooks and crannies, stairs and lofts, doors and windows. I had two special visitors, my protectors. They were ware wolves. I quickly ushered them into my room secretly, for they were strange looking men. I told them of my situation, and possible ways to escape. I couldn't let the rest of the staff see them, it was too risky. And then someone was coming! Quick, I said, hide in the upstairs closet. Before the door opened, I quickly asked if I too would turn that night. They said yes, for I had been bitten many years ago. But having royal blood, or possibly because I was female, I would keep my mind and be in control. I man came in, and I tried to sound calm, discussing how heirs could only be men, and that in any other country I would not find myself it such a pathetic position. I spilled something, and was sweeping it up, trying to cover up the noise of the men above.

I also had a dream that I was writing an email to a college friend who, in the dream, I also went to high school with. I was discussing how crazy it had all been, the crazy dance parties in the bathroom, the cheesy Broadway versions of Disney live action films, how we would graffiti the lockers, etc. Hugh Laurie came out, dressed to the nines, and I remember that he was my fifth grade math teacher, and how much I had respected him. And then I started to re watch films of our youth, and remarked how amazing it is how watching something can spark and shed light on a whole pile of memories previously lost.

Then, I, with my bad leg, was going to a elementary school on the fourth floor of a building. The elevator was the floor, and it raised you up through the courtyard. We got there, and I was lucky enough to sit next to someone I knew. Then a boy sitting three people down shared my last name. Were we related? We moved in to the next room, laying down and listening to Broadway hits. Then I was called, and walked through a door. I found myself playing Polonius in Hamlet. We were in the globe theater, and everyone was in costume. I had the book, desperately trying to keep up with everyone else. I could tell everyone else was a professional actor, and I felt like I was ruining Shakespeare! I remember I left my cell phone on, and even my own brother wasn't convinced by my portrayal!

Then Lisa Simpson found herself in a world of water. Fry and other animated characters decided to attack a sea monster, but it was no monster, just a friendly Mollusk. We floated down to the bottom, and decided to live there. Lisa had invented a shoe with a helicopter blade that was also a pump that could be filled with oxygen. It was a happy life.

Last Night, panther vs. shark, Bob Newhart, and time travel.

I was with three other animals. I was some kind of panther. I think a black panther. The animals may have been cats, but one may have turned into a fox at some point. They were large mammals, strong, beautiful coats of fur. We were in a sort of room, a trap, perhaps a puzzle. It was a square, with a shallow trench, a river, with perfect edges. There was a shelf, a path that went around the room, just a few feet above the waterway. Inside was a shark, jumping and biting. My friends and I made our way around the raised path, there were some inlets, some places to hide. The shark would jump and slash, it seemed to follow our every move. I knew I had to fight the shark. So I dove in with my big panther body, wrestling the shark. It was horrible. I knew I was out matched. But luckily, a woman in a library had the shark's spirit, and she had a large stick which she broke the jaw of the shark. It was the advantage I needed. I bit the shark in the face and the wound bleed profusely. I had done it. The shark was dead. We, my animal friends and I, were free!

Then, I was a boy on a road trip, with my girlfriend. And then I turned into Bob Newhart! My girlfriend was horrified, I tried to convince her that it was still me.

Then there was some part about time travel and paradoxes. Something involving a castle, a stone with horses carved in it, a dead field.

Many many nights ago, John Malkovich stabbed me in the 16th Century

It was the Renaissance. Early Renaissance. I was sitting on a hill. There was a large ornate blanket and an exquisite picnic. Fruits and deserts, golden bread. The colors were all rich, oranges, reds, deep pinks and earth greens. I am wearing a beautiful gown, rich in detail, tons of fabric. John Malkovich was sitting beside me. A battle was raging in the valley below. The soldiers and horses were small, their clashing a faint sound. We were laughing. He leaned over. I turned my head to imitate a blush. And then he stabs me in the stomach. I am stunned. I try to look down, but he continues to lean over. He whispers something in my ear. My face begins to melt in horror. Whatever he is telling me, it is clearly worse than the act of killing me. I open my mouth to scream. And that's when I wake up.

Two nights ago, The pope was black and blood was running down my knee

My family was in Europe. We were having lunch. Someone stole my brothers wallet. Or was it his basketball? I tried running after the culprit but I then realized my knee was injured. Blood was running down my knee. I couldn't run, what was I thinking? The visit to the pope was next on our list. A huge crowd had amassed at the Vatican. Everyone was wearing red. My roommate and I were in the front row, and yet I could see the whole seen as if I was a bird floating above. The crowd started to move in unison, like a marching band, the pope shouting orders. The crowd made some mistakes, but the pope seemed pleased with their overall performance. My roommate wanted a signed bible so we waited in line. The pope was an elderly black man, with deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. My roommate got a bible but was too scared to ask for his autograph, so we left.

Last Night, the ocean

There was a great hill covered with smooth rocks and pebbles. I sprinted down the hill like a mountain goat, scattering colored rocks. The ocean was before me and I dived in. Huge waves were crashing all around me but I deftly swam the currents. There was a long smooth beach, and a man was waving. It was Robert Redford. He plunged in and I heard a loud "Action!" The filming had begun. I was suppose to have drowned, with Redford pulling my lifeless body from the cool waters. "Cut!" The crew was gone. Redford and I just began to swim on our own. The day, once steal blue and cloudy, turned to a hot clear summer day. Redford wasn't Redford, but a inflatable pool toy. The hill and the beach were gone, and the ocean was now at the edge of my backyard porch. My backyard and the neighborhood were transparent, gone, and back again, like a ghost. I peered down and there were hundreds of schools of amazing fish. I put on some goggles and couldn't believe my eyes. It was astonishing, every kind of fish, zooming and darting. I yelled for my mom to see, but then I could see bigger fish, and shadows of sharks started to appear. How could I distract them I thought? I giant swordfish zoomed by, bubbles filled my field of vision. Then, more predatory fish appeared. More sharks. I had to get out of there. I wasn't safe. My house wasn't safe. No one was!