Dream recorded: 2/10/08 4:31:42 AM
Dream title: My Nazi Girlfriend
Main Characters:
-Lee McCready
-Brian Spencer
-Bryan Tanner
Plot:
The three of us attended a Nazi University. Lee’s girlfriend was taken from him unfairly by the party. (Details fuzzy). Depressed, Lee sneaks out for a walk through the downtown of our small college town AFTER curfew. If he is caught he may be kicked out of school or worse for his impropriety. As good friends would do, the two Brians split up to search for him. (We had previously been spying on high-ranking Nazi school officials. But when we discovered Lee’s condition, we aborted our endeavors of following them and immediately went in search of our friend Lee.)
Bryan found him first and tracked him to a point where both he and Brian Spencer could close in on him together. Bryan couldn’t handle Lee by himself while insuring that there wouldn’t be a scene. Finally Bryan engaged Lee and began a therapeutic conversation about how much he still has to lose by being out here despite the loss of his girlfriend. He ought to consider all the cute college girls still available to him. (Lee wanted to accept my assurances but wasn’t going to go along with me without some real proof.) By that point, Brian had met up with us. As we walked we all noticed a pretty girl inside a building, sitting down, as we walked by a small window. I told Lee, that I would show him how to get a date. We each put on wigs (to disguise our identities in case we were questioned about being out after curfew) and commenced “Operation Ask-out-a-pretty-girl.” Upon entering the room, we discovered that it was a Nazi night-class taught by one of the Nazi senior professors. He was an obese, friendly, yet enigmatic man who specialized in symbolic literature. I quickly seated myself at the table nearest the door while and my two wingmen, Lee and Brian, started up a discreet conversation with our mark and the rest of her table.
Instead of evesdropping on how my introduction was going, I became wholly absorbed with not only what the professor was teaching, but also how it was being taught. Groups of students were taking turns presenting art-projects that symbolized the suffering of the countries the Nazis were at war with. (Before I could finish my thought that “I should have taken this class while I was attending school” I realized that this wasn’t just a night class; it was a secret resistance movement masquerading as a university sponsored class.)
Making quite a ruckus, Lee and Brian had caught the attention of the jolly professor who paused the class presentations to ask what was the matter. Brian and Lee confidently stood up and came over to join me at my table. Lee spoke up first, “We were just visiting with your wife, here, about how beautiful your daughter is and how much my friend Bryan would like to ask her on a date.” “Which one of you is Bryan?” asked the professor. I waved my finger above Brian’s head, who was now seated just in front of me. The professor fixed his scrutinizing eyes on Brian and spoke in his lecture voice, “Really? Well let’s here what Brian has to say for himself.” Brian shifted in his seat and looked annoyed as he concocted something to say on the fly. “Although it is essential to keep up appearances in our modern world in order to survive, the beauty of your daughter, sir, transcends any need to mask the inner beauty that so obviously emanates from within her.”
I was done for! How could I reveal myself to her, as a superior suitor after she had been so wooed.
“Isn’t there anything else you’d like to ASK,” prompted the professor?
Recklessly with great trepidation, I tore off my wig off and stood up and addressed the girl. “[some name that started with ‘M’], what my good friend, Brian, is trying to say on my behalf is this: would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me a week from Wednesday? I know it’s not for a while yet, but that is honestly the next available time I could schedule something so important to me when I could be positive that there would be nothing to distract me from devoting myself completely to getting to know you. . .”
“Sure,” Mary said after quite the dramatic pause. “I’d love to go with you.”
Half the classroom joined in a unified, “Awwww,” while the other have cheered like fans at a high school football game.
Our work was done. We, three, re-dawned out wigs and snuck stealthily back into the night, our spirits soaring.
*While I was typing this last night, my roommate Brian Spencer was obviously also enjoying a dream. The following is a transcript of the comprehensible words of Brian’s dream:
“I love you.”
“Not now!?”
“Yes, now!”
“Uh-huh” (slow and affectionately)
Dream title: My Nazi Girlfriend
Main Characters:
-Lee McCready
-Brian Spencer
-Bryan Tanner
Plot:
The three of us attended a Nazi University. Lee’s girlfriend was taken from him unfairly by the party. (Details fuzzy). Depressed, Lee sneaks out for a walk through the downtown of our small college town AFTER curfew. If he is caught he may be kicked out of school or worse for his impropriety. As good friends would do, the two Brians split up to search for him. (We had previously been spying on high-ranking Nazi school officials. But when we discovered Lee’s condition, we aborted our endeavors of following them and immediately went in search of our friend Lee.)
Bryan found him first and tracked him to a point where both he and Brian Spencer could close in on him together. Bryan couldn’t handle Lee by himself while insuring that there wouldn’t be a scene. Finally Bryan engaged Lee and began a therapeutic conversation about how much he still has to lose by being out here despite the loss of his girlfriend. He ought to consider all the cute college girls still available to him. (Lee wanted to accept my assurances but wasn’t going to go along with me without some real proof.) By that point, Brian had met up with us. As we walked we all noticed a pretty girl inside a building, sitting down, as we walked by a small window. I told Lee, that I would show him how to get a date. We each put on wigs (to disguise our identities in case we were questioned about being out after curfew) and commenced “Operation Ask-out-a-pretty-girl.” Upon entering the room, we discovered that it was a Nazi night-class taught by one of the Nazi senior professors. He was an obese, friendly, yet enigmatic man who specialized in symbolic literature. I quickly seated myself at the table nearest the door while and my two wingmen, Lee and Brian, started up a discreet conversation with our mark and the rest of her table.
Instead of evesdropping on how my introduction was going, I became wholly absorbed with not only what the professor was teaching, but also how it was being taught. Groups of students were taking turns presenting art-projects that symbolized the suffering of the countries the Nazis were at war with. (Before I could finish my thought that “I should have taken this class while I was attending school” I realized that this wasn’t just a night class; it was a secret resistance movement masquerading as a university sponsored class.)
Making quite a ruckus, Lee and Brian had caught the attention of the jolly professor who paused the class presentations to ask what was the matter. Brian and Lee confidently stood up and came over to join me at my table. Lee spoke up first, “We were just visiting with your wife, here, about how beautiful your daughter is and how much my friend Bryan would like to ask her on a date.” “Which one of you is Bryan?” asked the professor. I waved my finger above Brian’s head, who was now seated just in front of me. The professor fixed his scrutinizing eyes on Brian and spoke in his lecture voice, “Really? Well let’s here what Brian has to say for himself.” Brian shifted in his seat and looked annoyed as he concocted something to say on the fly. “Although it is essential to keep up appearances in our modern world in order to survive, the beauty of your daughter, sir, transcends any need to mask the inner beauty that so obviously emanates from within her.”
I was done for! How could I reveal myself to her, as a superior suitor after she had been so wooed.
“Isn’t there anything else you’d like to ASK,” prompted the professor?
Recklessly with great trepidation, I tore off my wig off and stood up and addressed the girl. “[some name that started with ‘M’], what my good friend, Brian, is trying to say on my behalf is this: would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me a week from Wednesday? I know it’s not for a while yet, but that is honestly the next available time I could schedule something so important to me when I could be positive that there would be nothing to distract me from devoting myself completely to getting to know you. . .”
“Sure,” Mary said after quite the dramatic pause. “I’d love to go with you.”
Half the classroom joined in a unified, “Awwww,” while the other have cheered like fans at a high school football game.
Our work was done. We, three, re-dawned out wigs and snuck stealthily back into the night, our spirits soaring.
*While I was typing this last night, my roommate Brian Spencer was obviously also enjoying a dream. The following is a transcript of the comprehensible words of Brian’s dream:
“I love you.”
“Not now!?”
“Yes, now!”
“Uh-huh” (slow and affectionately)
Great detail, keep them comin'.
ReplyDeletethat's great Bry. I'm glad you also included the transcript of your roommate's dream. Good times.
ReplyDeleteThat is absolutely hilarious! You sound like you learn a lot in your dreams! That fact alone would make me want to sleep longer-especially when pretty girls agree to go out with you and the whole audience applauds your success! What did Brian say when you told him he was "found out"? Or did you tell him??
ReplyDeleteOops! I forgot the analysis part...I'm not very good at this, but it appears to me that you are trying to build your own confidence up to ask out that certain girl that you've noticed and this success proves to your subconscious mind that you are up to the challenge!
ReplyDeleteYou are aware that your competition for "pretty girls" (inside and out) is very real. Letting people know the real you is difficult, so you only show them a bit of yourself (wig, not much talking). But you are realizing that getting to know people better (far-advanced request for get-to-know-you date) will require putting yourself on the line (asking out in public, in front of father). Love is a risk you must take.
ReplyDeleteHows that for an analysis??
Heather,
ReplyDeleteI would like to make a couch appointment, say, every other Monday from 3-4pm, does that work for you??