::Queen Victoria and the Monkey War::

Dream #7 A—Graduation: I was at a high school graduation in the front of P.G. High School. They were passing out free pizza and ginormous three set brownie boxes with pink flowers on top. (The following subsections were in the same night, so I’m counting them all as #7).

Dream #7 B—Queen Victoria: Disclaimer—I don’t know anything about the actual Queen Victoria, so I don’t even know what her name was doing in my dream. Ahem. Queen Victoria (don’t know why, as afore-said) is having a husband-choosing ball and then a sheik or something has his turn to impress or her something and during that time he burns his hand (let’s say on a candle, and we’ll say that I didn’t make that up because of course I remember everything that goes on in my dreams always).

He’s not supposed to stop for some stupid reason during his interview so the sheik’s servant burns Victoria’s hand too. (To make her shout out like his master had I guess?) Victoria was impressed by the sheik but mad about something and at the same time the sheik decides he doesn’t like her and so they simultaneously split and my dream changed to—

Dream #7 ½ B—The Singing Dresses: Three dresses started singing/three invisible women inside three visible dresses started singing. One of the dresses is Victoria’s floral red and brown dress.

Dreams #7 Analyses: High school graduation had just finished when I had this dream, and I’ve been reading Indian Fairytales which would explain a husband-choosing thing (happened in several Indian stories I’ve read) but does not explain the mysterious appearance of Queen Victoria, unless my brain was shooting out some trailer I saw for the Young Victoria. Sorry for not getting any deep meanings out of this… I which I could explain the singing dresses… even for me that’s a bit… odd…

Dream #8—Teenagers vs. the Monkeys: I actually had this one last night—it was a weird jungle teenagers vs. animal war. (I think there were mostly monkeys, though). There were two guys and a girl fighting in this giant tree shooting arrows and swinging. They had rock-climbing equipment, but instead of just two catching devices like you usually have on rock-climbing stuff, there were three—and the first was a swing, so the other two didn’t do anything if you fell and broke your landing with a soft wooden swing.

Another dream last night included the old people at my work including a Maria (there are so many Hispanic Marias in the world!) were trying to burn down a building that we were all in by lighting matches like mad and dropping them while other people blew them out. I tried to ask them why they were doing it, but they didn’t answer before I woke up.

Dream #8 Analysis: I am convinced more and more that REM sleep is just your brain shooting like mad over all the things you’ve thought during the day or the day before. The only way I can explain the jungle thing was that I’ve been wanting to watch Disney’s The Jungle Book forever, and I’ve been thinking about my box-folding job that has since moved away from me to Spanish Fork. Perhaps the matches and the people trying to burn down the building reveals how I feel about driving to work at that place if I ever get the courage to do it.