this is a little introduction post before all the dreams come flooding.

the idea of this journal is to simply amuse me, you, whoever with my conciousness - I write down everything I remember from a dream I had. the idea came to me when after a particularily weird dream that I wrote down to my other journal, boogiejames.

the name, sugargobble makes absolutely no sense and I have no idea what a 'gobble' is. it's from a dream I had - I was in the Eurovision Song Contest and my band's name was Sugargobble, so I thought it could be a cool name for this journal.

anyway.

this journal will be public and I will most probably use people's real names (not last names, privacy reasons) but if I feel the need to censor stuff, I will do that by making that entry friends only or just leaving it out. time will tell.

I will try to make sense of the dreams, but I won't change anything that happened in them. a human mind is a weird thing, but I'll try to make them as clear as possible.

now, have a nice day.

Hey, long time no see! The reason for that is the fact that I've been absolutely too busy to write anything down, though I've seen a lot of weird dreams. I won't try to remember all of them though, so I'll just try to find time for this too - I really enjoy reading my older dreams - and type up last night's dream.

Tuesday-Wednesday night, approx 1am-1pm

I'm at some camping site. There's no grass, only hard sand - not the stuff you find at beaches. I'm sitting on a wooden bench, watching Von Hertzen Brothers play live at a stage near to me. There are about ten people in the crowd with me.
Their gig ends and the brothers walk towards me. Jonne (youngest one, bassist) asks me if I want to go ice-skating. I tell him that yes, I'd love to.

Time warp to some winter place, another camping site with a big ice rink outside. I'm outside a dressing room building, watching people skating. I don't recognize anyone.
I go inside, planning to put my skates on. I'm wearing a dark skirt - not a mini, but not exactly a long one, either - with black leggings and some hoodie, plus a colored scarf. I'm adjusting said scarf when Pexi (from Stam1na, solo guitarist) appears. I'm pretty surprised, and ask him what he's doing in here. I notice there's some weird grocery store taking up half the space of the dressing room, with a K-18-sign (it means that under 18's are not allowed). There's a big bar counter preventing people to go to the other side; apparently, there's a door on the other side of the building.
Pexi asks me if I'd like to get something to drink from the store. I answer why not (I knew he meant something with alcohol - by this point I noticed that I was having a dream, being in a half dream/half awake-state), and Pexi tells me to hop on his back. I end up having a piggyback ride with that skirt on, him carrying me to the counter and just straight-on hopping over it. He insists on carrying me, so I just hang around and let him take me to the beverage aisle. I notice there are some bottles saying "Stam1na-cola", with pictures of the guys from a really old video shoot. I laugh at it and point it out to Pexi. He laughs too, and decides that the store doesn't have whatever he's trying to find, so we walk out - or well, he walks out carrying me - and warp into a huge supermarket.

Inside the supermarket, there's another warp to the beverage aisle. Pexi contemplates on buying beer or something fancier while I play with his hair. He grabs a few cans of a drink called "Vahvaviina" ('strong liquor', not a real drink) and hands me the other one. The can is black, and it has cliché flames all over it. It looks really non-classy, but he assures me that it's good. I start reading the ingredients out loud, and it's a list of really, really odd stuff - one being soft vanilla ice cream. I ask him about that and he just laughs, starting to walk towards an aisle with freezer foods in various freezers where you can grab stuff from. Pexi hops into an empty one, wiggles me around until I'm sitting in his lap and opens the drink. I notice Hyrde sitting in a freezer next to us. He waves and Pexi throws him another can of the drink (that appeared from nowhere). I open mine.

Hyrde opens his mouth, and...

I wake up until I hear what he has to say. Stupid alarm clock!

Okay, first, what the hell was my first thought after I woke up. Oh well, it was a lovely dream.

See ya.

Wednesday-Thursday night, approx 11pm-6.33am

Three flashbacks of me killing about 4-5 men. Middle-aged, not anyone I know. I kill everyone by stabbing them three times in the heart, making a triangle shape. The last stab is the one that actually kills the person - a very Kill Bill-moment, blood flowing like a shower.

Flashback to me sitting on our livingroom floor, stabbing a man that I think is my father. I remember thinking how much I hated him and how much he had hurt me and my mother.
He doesn't look anything like my father.

I leave the body on the floor for a while and oddly, no blood is spilling onto the carpet or anywhere. It's like a fountain but pooling onto the body, not anywhere else.

I go somewhere and return with two big, black carbage bags and some strong tape. I pack the body and just when I'm putting the last piece of tape on, my real father steps through the door. He asks me what I'm doing and when I answer nothing, he just walks to the couch (about 2m away from where I am with the body) and starts watching television.

I notice there's one finger lying on the floor. I pack it in and start dragging the body out of our house.

I remember thinking "This can't be true... I couldn't have just killed my father" and some guilty, suicidal thoughts.

The dream ended when I was in a semi sleep/awake state and started thinking rationally; I could never kill my dad, I couldn't live after such thing so I started persistently repeating to myself that "This is a dream. This is a dream, wake up" and I woke up. I didn't even flinch, just opened my eyes and I was awake. The dream was awfully real-like though, at 6.33am I was convinced that I had just killed my father. I went to the bathroom and went back to bed - you can't imagine the relief when dad came to wake me up at 7am...

Probably the creepiest nightmare I've had in a while. Thoughts about that have been disturbing me the whole day. *sigh*

Sorry for not updating this - but you know, I can only update this when I see a dream...

Tuesday-Wednesday night, approx. 11.30pm-6.51am

I was talking to someone and I was happy about something. Apparently, I had either won or achieved something, because mom sent me a text message that said: "Now that you've gotten it, you can go get a glyph tattoo as a present" and it had a picture of the glyphs.

When I woke up, I thought I really did have a message like that and was disappointed when I checked my phone... It seemed so weirdly real!

Friday-Saturday night (probably)

I was standing somewhere when Tom Cruise with in his 'Interview with a Vampire' Lestat costume, makeup and whatnot appeared. He said: "I'm going to give you the choice I never had", which is a line from the movie. He repeated that over and over again and then disappeared.

This is what happens when I watch movies with makeslashnotwar...

Thursday-Friday night, about 11.30pm-6.50am

We're having P.E. class at our school's gym, although it's nothing like it; it's bigger and just... Different. Our whole class (minus Henrik) is there and so is our P.E. teacher, Ultsi, who tells us that we're going to play indoor baseball. I do not like baseball so I ask her: "Could we just play little games of something?" and we end up playing a weird version of tag, running around the gym.
Somebody lifts Sara (my classmate) in the air and she starts screaming that her stomach hurts, and when she gets down she runs away crying.

Time warp to somewhere. We're at the dressing room of our school and Noona (another classmate) is sitting on a bench, reading some old issue of Cosmopolitan. She seems to be rather enjoying it.
Then, Peppi walks in with the doors slamming and she seems really, really furious. She glares at Noona and says: "Is that a fucking Cosmo you're reading?!" and Noona, scared by this, hides the magazine behind her back and stutters back a "no". Peppi grunts and goes away.

Another time warp.
All the girls from our class are sitting on the gym floor, each eating pizza that we obviously ordered for everybody. I'm sitting with Peppi and Miila and they're bantering about something. Miila tells us that she's going to Rauma (town in Finland) after school and that she's going to put the pizza in the fridge and eat it after she comes back from there in three hours. Peppi seems to almost be offended by this fact and tells Miila that she just can't do it. They start bickering about something and it ends with Miila saying "No, you have to let the pizza slip and slide for an hour!"

And I wake up to my own laughter. That was a good start for a day that actually has been pretty awesome.

Have a nice weekend!

Monday-Tuesday night, about 11pm-6.50am

Somebody from my family had died, but I don't know who. A close relative, mom or dad or my big sister Kata probably.
After we had buried him/her, our whole family, meaning my cousins, grandparents etc started discussing about who herited what. Everyone exclaimed what they would want and when I think my grandfather from dad's side asked me what I would like to have, I told very sternly that I want the silverware engraved with the 'Lord Of The Rings'-elf language, the same text that's in the ring. The silverware itself wasn't very special looking, very plain and simple, different-sized spoons, forks and knives but they all had the same text.

Some other person from our family told me that no, I couldn't have them, she wanted them. I was furious, I told them that they belonged to me and I think a fight started about the silverware.

It ended up with nobody getting them, just the big box lying on our dining room table and me sitting on the floor, crying.

When I woke up, I was convinced that we really do have silverware like this. Mom told me later today that I was really incoherent and kept on babbling that 'I must get them, I must get them' or something in the lines of that.

Saturday-Sunday night, approx. 2am-9.45am

I'm at some kind of a scout camp, although I don't really know anyone from there. I'm sitting in my bikinis and towel in a sauna that is full of fully dressed people and when I start feeling awkward, I leave the place.

When I go outside, I'm fully clothed again and I'm standing on top of a big rocky hill, completely alone and watching the sea that mysteriously appeared before me.

A big yacht strolls past, a rich-looking couple in it. The man has gray hair and the woman is reading a book, sunbathing.
After the boat comes four teenagers hovering on the water, all girls and wearing dresses by Lacoste. Following them are a huge group of not-so-rich teenagers, all worshipping those four, who seem cocky and just plain horrible.

They move forward and three big yachts, just like the first one, appear. The gray-haired man claimed that these boats are all his and they were really, really expensive. A collective 'ooh' is heard from the group of teenagers and the woman plus the teenagers all smile smugly.

Then, a time jump; those three boats are now being dragged with ropes from the first boat and some man in a suit is driving it. The couple and the teenagers are now in some kind of surfboards with sails in them, going really fast.

The man curses and tells his wife that "President Princeton didn't allow me to go full blast" and he turns the surfboard around and gets back to the boat. He was super pissed about this, yelling that "Jesus was my son, he died in my own arms and you won't let me go high speed?! This is America for God's sake!"
The females all got permits and they are now cruising super fast all around the sea. The group of teenagers following them let out another set oh 'ooh's and 'aah's.

And I woke up. Now I'm going to go enjoy the beautiful day outside - have a nice day, everyone!

Wednesday-Thursday night, approx. 11.30pm-6.00am

I'm on an aeroplane and I'm wearing a parachute bag on my back. Someone yells somehing and a hatch on the floor opens. The same person who yelled - a man - pushes me to hole and into air, and I start falling. I'm wearing my leather jacket and black jeans, I even have my usual chains hanging from the jeans.

I fall, and I try to open the parachute. It opens but doesn't keep me in the air, and I continue falling in semi-slow motion. I pull another string to open the emergency parachute but the same thing happens; it opens, but doesn't work.

I fall. I hear myself yelling something and I'm crying. I start falling faster and I see the ground coming closer.

I woke up when I fell to the floor. I was sweating, shivering and crying and I couldn't fall back to sleep again.

Wednesday-Thursday night, 1am-12.45pm

I was walking on board on a big Silja Line-cruise ship that goes from Helsinki to Stockholm. I had a big suitcase and I had trouble getting it on board.

I finally managed to get inside and I found my room very quickly. I opened the door and found Claire (erialcgrove) sitting on the bunk bed, on the lower one. The bunkbed was insanely high - the room was like 10 meters high and the lower bed was almost on the ground while the upper one had about half a meter from the ceiling.
Instead of having a ladder up to the upper bed, it had that kind of a lift you can see on construction sites. That said lift was hot pink and it was sponsored buy a Finnish mobile phone operator, called DNA.

Claire was fiddling with her luggage and told me that the lift was hers, but I could use it. I had no idea what she meant but said okay and hopped on to it and it automatically started going higher, stopping when I got to the bed. I arranged the linens and changed my clothes, and I think I was discussing about the newest issue of Cosmopolitan with Claire (note: I do not read said magazine, ever) but I'm not completely sure of that.

When I got changed I hopped on the lift again and started on my way downwards. When I got to ground level I went to the mirror to arrange my hair and asked Claire if she was ready to go. She was, and we left the room to go raid the tax-free shops. I ended up buying two plastic bags filled with candy and Coke Zero while as Claire bought a few bottles of different wines and one big bottle of champagne.

After that we spent the day consuming the bought objects in different parts of the ship. I think I drank some of the wine too, but either of us got drunk.

The dream ended with us sitting in the deck of the boat, sunbathing and talking about something. We never arrived to Sweden.

Okay, that was a weird one.
Anyway, erialcgrove and the rest of you guys, have a great day. :)

Saturday-Sunday night, approx. 11.30pm-10.00am

Jared and Shannon Leto were living in a big, creepy mansion somewhere. The place didn't have any electricity so everything was lit with candles. All the furniture was black/blood red coloured.

Jared was running around something and Shannon was chasing him. They both seemed really happy but I have no idea what the chase was about. It ended when Jared ran into something and Shannon catched him before he could fall, telling him that "You have to watch out for the shadow people" and pointing to a mirror were a Jared-shaped shadow was standing and waving at them. Jared said something to Shannon and the older brother pulled him up. Jared decided he wanted a piggyback ride to wherever and Shannon granted him that. They started walking up some stairs with all the shadow people watching them as they went.

Then, a time jump. Suddenly we were at my house's third (upper) floor, Jared and Shannon sleeping at my parents' bedroom that was also decorated with black and red and I was sleeping at our guestroom, which is right next to the other bedroom. The curtains in the guestroom wouldn't stay closed and for some reason Jared woke up from the other room to come and inspect the curtains.

"This won't do", he told me and called Shannon to fix the curtains. Shannon pulled a tool pack from somewhere and did something to fix them. Shortly after it the curtains were in place and I got a big hug from both of them. They went back to bed hand in hand and when I fell asleep in the dream, I woke up in real life.

There was more to this dream but that was all I could remember. I have some faint memories of shooting something with big, red guns with someone (not the Leto brothers though) but I can't remember more.

Have a nice Sunday.

Thursday-Friday night, 11.40pm-7am

I was walking down some kind of a street and a person who I can't remember gave me a coupon that said '1 free tattoo' and an address to a tattoo parlor. I was really excited about it and went there straight away.

I had a friend with me but I can't remember who that was. I was talking to her about what tattoo to get and where, and I remember saying: "I have to get it somewhere that mom won't see it" and getting pretty panic-y about the fact that mom would be pissed if she would see it.

I was thinking about getting a 30 Seconds To Mars-tattoo but I don't remember whether it was the glyphics of the phoenix. I wore a big, grey hoodie that I don't even own and some black pants. I was also skinnier than I am in real life.

I walked to the tattooer and he asked me what tattoo I would want to have. Just before he was starting to do it, I woke up.

Have a nice weekend!

Friday-Saturday night, about 2am-10am

I was wearing my nightwear, an oversized t-shirt and some pajama pants (the exact same clothes I fell asleep in). I was walking at some kind of huge industrial building and I was completely alone.

Some noises of a factory could be heard, but I didn't know what was behind the noises. Everything was coloured grey, black or so on and I kept walking through the big factory halls, knowing that there were all kinds of odd machines around me but not really seeing them.

Then, Jonathan Rhys Meyers appeared. Or someone who looked very much like him; short hair, big, piercing eyes and wearing a white v-neck t-shirt.
We didn't speak to each other but kept walking together. I didn't know anything about him, yet I knew everything. All was mixed up and I was beyond confused.

Jonathan and I walked through the building and I noticed that our surroundings had changed. We were now at some kind of junkyard, only all the trash was piled inside a house. The smell was horrible and I could literally see things rotting before my eyes.
"Watch for the homeless people", Jonathan said and we kept walking through the hall. A clear path was made through all the junk.

Jonathan was right about the homeless people. They were trying to find food from the piles and they tried to grab me. Jonathan kept me to his side but didn't say anything to them.

We kept walking. The amount of trash seemed to lessen but the homeless people were multiplying. We arrived to some kind of a cafeteria or something, were homeless people were eating whatever they had found, sitting around a table. They all were old men.
Near the table was an old man on a hospital bed, lots of dried blood coming from his nose. He wiped his nose on his wrinkly hand and looked at us. I tried to walk past him but he punched me to a wall, back first and started yelling at me for not bringing him food. Jonathan said something to him and he let go immediately and we kept walking again, like nothing happened.

We walked a little past the cafeteria and by now all the junk and homeless people had disappeared. Jonathan told me that we were going to get a drink from somewhere, and suddenly an American style diner appeared in the industrial hall. Jonathan told me to go to a table and he got himself a coffee and me a Diet Coke and a blue lollipop, that played a little melody if you sucked it.

Near our table was a cup of straws for your drinks, only that the straws were made of candy so you could eat them afterwards. I took one and Jonathan told me that he was an artist of some sorts and he had, in fact, invented the music-playing lollipop and the straw you can eat.

After our drinks we continued walking and came to a dingy railway station. We took a train to London and fast-forwarded back to the first hall of the industrial building, but this time I was with Jonathan rather than alone.

Our route was exactly the same, through the machines, the junk, the punching homeless man, the diner, the trainstation and then again, back to the beginning.

On our about 5th time around Jonathan was about to say something to me in the train. I remember him opening his mouth, but then I woke up.

Tuesday-Wednesday night, 3.39am-7.17am

There was a huge mansion on top of a hill. It was midnight and there was a full moon on the dark blue sky. This was all cartoon-like, the whole scenery looked like someone had drawn it.
The mansion looked old and there was light coming from inside. Suddenly, I was inside the mansion but I seemed to be invisible, no-one saw me. The mansion was also drawn, it could've been from any cartoon movie.

There was a big awards ceremony or some kind of party inside. I couldn't recognize any of the people, but they were real humans. They wore suits and very expensive-looking dresses with lots of honor medals and such. Obviously, they were very important people.
I jumped from the ceremony to a grand dining table, were every one of those people were sitting and eating. Someone said: "Oh, yes, we get 99 million dollars for one bite of food" and they all started eating hurriedly, but with polite table manners. Everyone had a cashier machine behind them and they made a 'click' sound when the person had swallowed one bite.

Again, a jump. Now I was outside in the cartoon world, near a river with light blue cartoon water. There was a skeleton of a huge rabbit standing before me. It really wasn't a real rabbit, it was like a cartoon big human with skeleton bunny ears and bunny tailbone. Then, a cartoon rabbit jumped from somewhere and stood in front of the skeleton. The skeleton picked the bunny up and the bunny started to kiss it, but got frustrated because the skeleton didn't have any lips.

Then, a very drunk cartoon wolf appeared. It hiccuped a lot and it stumbled its way towards the two rabbits. It howled something, sounding drunk and then passed out on the ground. The skeleton rabbit dropped the other one and crumbled onto the ground, now being a pile of bones.
The other bunny seemed to be a bit sad about this crumbling thing and it dug its way under the bones and went to sleep there.

At that moment I jumped back inside the mansion. The people were now getting up from the table and moving towards another room. I heard the same person say: "Did you know that you get 100 million dollars for a bite from that room right there?" and the group started walking towards that direction.
They sat on the table and started eating with those cashier machines again.
I observed the situation and walked behind a man who had a sneaky look on his face. His plate was full of blueberries and he ate one at a time, the machine clicking every single time.

Then, I woke up.

Have a nice day.