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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:20 am
After watching East is East on Saturday night, I had a dream I was going to have an arranged marriage organized by church. It was really wierd, you had to put your hand in a bag and pick out a colour token and the guy who had the same colour as you, you had to marry. I was really disapointed because I didn't get the guy I liked, so I went around looking for the girl who did, so I could swap and then I woke up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 12:39 pm
ah zebra only you would dream of marriage sorted by raffles lol ^^
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 12:50 pm
Monkeyflu ah zebra only you would dream of marriage sorted by raffles lol ^^ But it's so much easier than a normal marraige. Arranged marraiges have a higher success rate as well. Also, I once asked my mum who'd she put me with, and it was the guy I like. =]
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:32 pm
MudBlood Zebra Monkeyflu ah zebra only you would dream of marriage sorted by raffles lol ^^ But it's so much easier than a normal marraige. Arranged marraiges have a higher success rate as well. Also, I once asked my mum who'd she put me with, and it was the guy I like. =] they have a higher success rate o.o??
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:20 am
Energizerbuni MudBlood Zebra Monkeyflu ah zebra only you would dream of marriage sorted by raffles lol ^^ But it's so much easier than a normal marraige. Arranged marraiges have a higher success rate as well. Also, I once asked my mum who'd she put me with, and it was the guy I like. =] they have a higher success rate o.o?? *nods* And they reported they were happier as well.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:34 pm
personaly couldnt do the arranged thing as id wanna get to know person properly as i cant date people i dont know let alone marry em, took me ages to ask out ma last GF (she knows who she is *wink*)
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 4:32 pm
Monkeyflu personaly couldnt do the arranged thing as id wanna get to know person properly as i cant date people i dont know let alone marry em, took me ages to ask out ma last GF (she knows who she is *wink*) wow, that didn't totally give it away.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:18 am
I told one of my friends about the arranged marraige dream last night and she said it would be her worst nightmare.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 12:43 pm
Bacillus Anthracis I've actually had a lot of really odd dreams lately, and remembered most of them.
Exhibit A:
I was pregnant (how and by whom was apparently too important to tell me), but about five months into it, the baby kept falling out. So I kept putting it back. So it fell out again. So I tied it to a stick with the umbilical cord and put it back in for the thirtieth time or so. Needless to say, the baby died. And I woke up.
Weirdest part of this dream is, it's not possible for me to have kids. Maybe if I really wanted to, IVF would work, but uh... yeah. That's why I was a bit annoyed that the dream didn't tell me how. At least when I woke up. My immediate thoughts: "But... it's not logical."
Exhibit B:
For starters, the dream was in Norwegian. That alone was bizarre.
Second of all, we were on a class trip to the big ski jump up in Oslo. Only when we got there, it wasn't a ski jump. It was too narrow, and made out of rungs like a ladder. And it was probably higher (having never seen the actual jump up close, I'm not sure of the exact height). I do know that we were far above the trees (think 100 meters or so?), when we were on it. Our teacher (who wasn't actually one of my teachers back in reality o.O) made us climb up it and then go down, only after about two meters on the way down, I started panicking about the height and just sort of lay down on it, with my feet on one rung and the rest of me above. Out of concern, my friend Jeff lay down next to me, trying to get me to stop freaking out about it. (Side note: Jeff lives in Texas, not in Norway) So we were up there for a few minutes, and suddenly I grabbed his arm. I guess grabbed is the wrong word; it's more like I took his arm in mine almost like in dancing (we had been dancing in Gym, much fun, though there were too few guys in the class and since I was the one who didn't know how to dance and therefore wasn't already accustomed to being the girl, I had to be the wrong gender).
I'm not really certain why I did that. When he looked confused for a moment and asked me, I lied and told him that I'd accidentally brushed against him with my arm, and was afraid I'd knock him down to his death (the jump was barely wide enough to accommodate two people side by side). What I was trying to hide with that lie, though, I'm not sure. In any event, I woke up then.
Exhibit C:
I know this dream was a lot longer, but this bit is all that I was able to remember of it.
Jeff, another friend, and I were walking on a path in the desert. For what purpose, I don't know. Eventually, the third friend (I say friend, though I've no idea who it was) got ahead of us, since Jeff and I were walking a bit slower. When the third person got to be about five meters ahead of us, Jeff and I started holding hands (can't remember who initiated it). Only every time the third person started turning around to make sure we weren't lost or something, we'd sort of step away from each other. We didn't want anyone to see.
Unfortunately, I don't remember what happened after this, if anything even did.
Exhibit D:
This one is probably the result of spending the better part of a week on horseback. xD
I'm at a cross country meet (o.O I thought I quit that sport...) in the school uniform. There's a lot of time until my race, though (JV women), so my friend from the team and I go to climb a tree. She's halfway up it (I believe it was a live oak), and I'm still struggling to get on the first branch. Like my legs won't cooperate at all and bend the way I'd like them to. I start getting a bit freaked out, since I have to race in a couple of hours and my legs aren't working right. Upon noticing my plight, she starts apologizing for how much of an idiot she can be sometimes, and jumps down from the tree, miraculously not breaking something. I'm still lost at this point, though, so I just sort of follow her wondering what she was apologizing about. Walking on flat ground like this, my legs feel normal, and I wonder why I had such a hard time with the tree.
I notice that a lot of people are pointing at me and staring, and I feel to make sure that I'm actually wearing all of my clothes. I am. The dream sort of time-warps to the start of the race, and I feel like I'm practically flying. Almost without effort, I'm pulling way ahead of the other people. Halfway through, though, I start getting really tired, like I suddenly no longer have the stamina to go two miles at a hard run. I slow down a bit, confident that they're far enough behind for me to keep the lead. They are, and I win. Only nobody looks happy, or congratulates me. They're all angry, and somebody asks my coach why she hadn't "kept the freak in rein".
Only then do I actually look down and realize that I'm not wearing shoes, because I don't need them. My legs aren't my legs, and there aren't only two of them. I turn my head around and see what is definitely the rear end of a horse, and when I try to move my own rear end, it moves as well. Odd, since the rest of me seems intact, save for the weird bit with the legs. A bit panicky now, I run to the bathroom to find a mirror so that I can see what's going on. After a spot of difficulty fitting all of me in such a small space, the mirror confirms that I am, indeed, a centaur.
When I leave the bathroom, somebody asks me if I was "really a good runner, or just winning thanks to the different body anatomy". Making his freaky little smile, Jeff comes out from behind the tree I'd tried to climb before and continues with "Just kidding" before I have a chance to respond by kicking him or something equally violent. Before the dream has a chance to turn into a third dream in a row with a lot of Jeff in it, I wake up.
And in regards to Monkeyflu, I think that if I had to, I could. I guess I'd get to know the person eventually, even though I'd probably be pretty ticked off to start with.
Exhibit E:
I get home from school, and on my computer there's an odd email, telling me I have to come back to Texas because something important happened that involved me directly. So I get to the airport, but instead of my parents being there to pick me up, it's Jeff's parents. I am, of course, immensely confused at this point, but I go with them. It's not like they're strangers or something; I think I first met them three years ago or so (I practically lived at Jeff's house during the summers).
So I get home, and my parents are excited about something but they won't tell me what's up yet. My brothers, on the other hand, are laughing their heads off at some private joke, and then Jeff shows up (seeing how he can't drive, I'm not sure how he got there). His parents start to explain: "Well in our culture, we find it very important that our eldest sons be set up with a good woman."
Me: "Please tell me you're not implying...."
My parents: "Well we were inclined to agree with them. You seem to be incapable of holding on to a guy for more than a few weeks, and that was only once. We figured this was you're only chance."
Me: "I'm seventeen, dammit! It's because I know I'll have a chance later on to find a guy, if I want to at all!"
My little sister: "Oooh, Mom, she just said the d-word!"
My parents: "Well, like it or not Gab, you and Jeff are getting married in January."
Me: "What the hell?"
Jeff: "Yeah, that's what I said."
Me: "Stay out of this."
His parents: "Do you object to the match? We thought you were a good match. Your parents thought so, too."
Jeff (whispering, presumably so our parents can't hear): "Give it a couple of months, then we can file for divorce with none the wiser."
My little brother: "Mom, they're planning to divorce and not tell you!"
Jeff and I: "Are not!"
And then it just sort of descended into an argument with us trying not to strangle someone, primarily my younger siblings.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:23 am
I can actually imagine my parents doing that to me, except they'd marry me to someone from another country, because this country is going downhill and it's too late for them to get out, but I should. I'm trying to think of where they'd send me. They might ask my cousins in Australia if they know anyone and then make out we're visiting. Or my mum has loads of friends in Utah somewhere.
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 4:21 pm
MudBlood Zebra I can actually imagine my parents doing that to me, except they'd marry me to someone from another country, because this country is going downhill and it's too late for them to get out, but I should. I'm trying to think of where they'd send me. They might ask my cousins in Australia if they know anyone and then make out we're visiting. Or my mum has loads of friends in Utah somewhere. ...Ew, Utah. The only reason to go there (besides your personal religious gratification) would be to meet the infamous Krego-sama!
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 4:24 am
Shelcombakasfire MudBlood Zebra I can actually imagine my parents doing that to me, except they'd marry me to someone from another country, because this country is going downhill and it's too late for them to get out, but I should. I'm trying to think of where they'd send me. They might ask my cousins in Australia if they know anyone and then make out we're visiting. Or my mum has loads of friends in Utah somewhere. ...Ew, Utah. The only reason to go there (besides your personal religious gratification) would be to meet the infamous Krego-sama!
Sadly, I can see my parents doing that as well. They can be so controlling, but they try to say it's in my best interests. Crackdust, I say, but I can't really prove that their intent isn't good. I think that Jeff and I would probably go to either Norway or China, though. Norway because I'd speak the language or China because he does (though he can't read it, which could be a problem...).
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 9:25 am
Shelcombakasfire MudBlood Zebra I can actually imagine my parents doing that to me, except they'd marry me to someone from another country, because this country is going downhill and it's too late for them to get out, but I should. I'm trying to think of where they'd send me. They might ask my cousins in Australia if they know anyone and then make out we're visiting. Or my mum has loads of friends in Utah somewhere. ...Ew, Utah. The only reason to go there (besides your personal religious gratification) would be to meet the infamous Krego-sama! D= I think that would be a reason not to go. I'll have to tell my sister to be careful when she goes in a couple of years time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:19 pm
what about the dreams?
My dream actually provided the basis for my book (yes, I'm a wrieter too. If I ever get it published, check out Avaris.)
I was a tiger riding on a horse towards an evil wizard's castle. I remember the few days before where I was training my knights. I received a letter from my lieutenant and went to rescue the princess. I defeated the dragons in her room and talked to the king about her disappearance. I went on to the evil wizard's castle where I engaged in battle against him. My mind went into overview mode as Zawgrin, the evil wizard, killed the captain and Princess Yeira cried over the dead body. Zawgrin cursed Yeira and he went onto create a twisted game for the people of Avaris.
Then I woke up.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:37 pm
MudBlood Zebra Shelcombakasfire MudBlood Zebra I can actually imagine my parents doing that to me, except they'd marry me to someone from another country, because this country is going downhill and it's too late for them to get out, but I should. I'm trying to think of where they'd send me. They might ask my cousins in Australia if they know anyone and then make out we're visiting. Or my mum has loads of friends in Utah somewhere. ...Ew, Utah. The only reason to go there (besides your personal religious gratification) would be to meet the infamous Krego-sama! D= I think that would be a reason not to go. I'll have to tell my sister to be careful when she goes in a couple of years time. Ya know what...yer always saying mean things about me. You're just mean mean mean. In RL I'm one of the nicest most caring people I know. You just can't tell cause you mostly just read the posts where I bash people, and you never really bother getting to know me. XD
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