1) My brother and I were younger and we were in the basement of my parent's house. I was told to grab a blanket out of the room with the water heaters in it. I opened the door a crack and did not see the blanket. I quickly tried to slam the door shut because I knew there was a vampire back there who was waking up. He looked like the classic Count Dracula with the coloring of Count Von Count & Count Chocula. I pinned me down and started sucking the blood out of my neck. I was crying and Chris tried to pull him away but the vamp attacked him and was sucking on his arm. We were trying to figure out a way to get him outside into the daylight so that he would die but we were not sure we were strong enough. I woke up breathing really hard.
2) I know I had another dream, and I know it was really scary. Another where I woke up frightened, but not as much as a the vampire one. I was at my parents house again, and was going to be tortured for information. My captors were mixing up this cement-type stuff that felt like fire and burned and itched when it was put on you. I distracted them momentarily and I RACED out the front door. There was snow all over and I had bare feet but I could not stop running. I saw someone with a small red car and I jumped in and told them to drive. It was so slippery but I had to get away. We drove down to get out of the development and they were following us. We tried driving up a large hill into the woods to hide, but the car was not getting enough traction. I jumped out of the car and started running again. The snow was covered with big flat pieces of red and green striped peppermint. (No idea) I was running up Font hill and they were chasing us. I was so tired of running but I had almost reached the top. I was not sure what I would do after that because they were so close...
3) I was in Florida. It was the 4th of July. We were staying in basically a hostel with old disgusting furniture and the "rooms" were divided by fake wood. I was reading on a couch and sort of had my feet up on the"wall"... it started to move. A man on the other side who was trying to nap got IRATE and started SCREAMING in Chinese. Like constant flow of Chinese and giving me this really really nasty look. So I yelled "dui bu chi" at him which is kind of the equivalent of pardon me and he sort of calmed down a bit. My family was outside and there were these yachts. I was not really supposed to be in Florida anyway so there was no room for me on the boats. I was trying to get back across the docks to the hostel because they all left to go watch the fireworks, but the boats had automatic docks with them... so as I was trying to get across, the docks kept going away with the boats as they took off. I had to jump into the water and swim a bit, though it did not feel wet. When I got into the hostel again, my friends from school were there. We talked about going.... somewhere, I forget the name of the town, to go see the sunset. We walked out on the hot sand. That is all I remember.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
June 30th, 2009
1) I was in some sort of spa. Everything was really hazy warm and lots of pinks and purples and reds. The room was tiled and there were two big bath tubs. I walked in and the lady told me to use this certain product. Whatever it was, she had me put it all over my body and it was very very slippery, but it did not seem like oil. I had to put on these slipper things too because I was now too slippery to walk across the tiled floor. She laughed at me for some reason. I was not sure what to do, so I went over to a counter where they had a bunch of different perfume samples and I started smelling them to see if maybe there was a new one I liked. (As I side note, I could not really smell them - most of my dreams do not have smells in them)
2) I was a young Indian girl. Not like Native American, but Indian. The dream at this point felt very Arabian Nights. There was chaos everywhere and I could not find anyone familiar. There was a raid by bandits and I did not want to get hurt, so I saw a girl carrying a suitcase for the bad guys. She was around my age, so I told her I was helping her and she would act as though I was always with the bandits. She was not happy about it, but I was a little bit older and bigger, so she had to listen. We took the suitcase to a van and we were supposed to guard it. Suddenly this thug dressed in black appeared at the back of the van, which was open. He had two knives in his hands. Somehow, I was able to get one of the knives. He started mocking me saying that I could not use it and also saying "Oh, is that knife yours?" He went to swipe at me when two of the bandits appeared on either side of me. They each swiped his hands pretty deeply and he was bleeding. He dropped his last knife. I said, "No, these (meaning the bandits) are my knives." He snarled and ran away.
3) I was at my parents house, but it did not look like my parents house at all. Eminem was there, and he was being really sweet and nice to me. We were cuddling in bed. My mom walked in and walked right back out because she thought we were doing other things. We started kissing a bit and feeling each other. I remember thinking, "He is definitely not as good a kisser as Jon." After that went on a little bit, I was like no, this is bad, I do not want to cheat on Jon at all. And I said sorry to Eminem and got out of the bed. He looked really pathetic and lost like a puppy. He said he just wanted to snuggle and be close. I apologized again and told him no, that I was not going to do that to Jon. He sighed and got up. I asked him if he would mind sticking around for a little bit to meet my brother, who is a huge fan.
Then I woke up.
2) I was a young Indian girl. Not like Native American, but Indian. The dream at this point felt very Arabian Nights. There was chaos everywhere and I could not find anyone familiar. There was a raid by bandits and I did not want to get hurt, so I saw a girl carrying a suitcase for the bad guys. She was around my age, so I told her I was helping her and she would act as though I was always with the bandits. She was not happy about it, but I was a little bit older and bigger, so she had to listen. We took the suitcase to a van and we were supposed to guard it. Suddenly this thug dressed in black appeared at the back of the van, which was open. He had two knives in his hands. Somehow, I was able to get one of the knives. He started mocking me saying that I could not use it and also saying "Oh, is that knife yours?" He went to swipe at me when two of the bandits appeared on either side of me. They each swiped his hands pretty deeply and he was bleeding. He dropped his last knife. I said, "No, these (meaning the bandits) are my knives." He snarled and ran away.
3) I was at my parents house, but it did not look like my parents house at all. Eminem was there, and he was being really sweet and nice to me. We were cuddling in bed. My mom walked in and walked right back out because she thought we were doing other things. We started kissing a bit and feeling each other. I remember thinking, "He is definitely not as good a kisser as Jon." After that went on a little bit, I was like no, this is bad, I do not want to cheat on Jon at all. And I said sorry to Eminem and got out of the bed. He looked really pathetic and lost like a puppy. He said he just wanted to snuggle and be close. I apologized again and told him no, that I was not going to do that to Jon. He sighed and got up. I asked him if he would mind sticking around for a little bit to meet my brother, who is a huge fan.
Then I woke up.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
May 16th
1) I went to get my hair cut at some big department store. I walked in, and while the salon area was nice, the rest of the place was a dive. It was like some old ghetto house. The carpets were green and blue splotchy. The walls were sort of a camel cover with all sorts of water stains. It smelled. There were bugs. I sat in a chair waiting to get my hair cut, but no one was really coming over to help me at all. For some reason, my mom showed up, and she made tacos. I was mortified because the house was so disgusting. I did not want to eat... I did not even want to sit down. Afterwards we tried cleaning up, but it was hard because everything was so disgusting.
2) I was at work... I had my glasses on, and socks, no shoes. I walked from my cubicle around the front to get my mail. I walked past the IT room and everyone in there was watching hockey. I got around to the mail but it was difficult for me to see. Yassara was there, and some other guy who worked with us, though I am not sure it was someone who really works with us. We talked about hockey. As we (Yassara and I) walked back, we stopped by this huge pile of fruit and juices. But we heard just then that they would no longer be selling juices at our school. Since it was the last day, we hatched a plan to make our OWN. We each grabbed up a bunch of mandarin oranges. I had strawberries back in my cube, so we were going to make our own strawberry orange juice. I had 4 in one and 5 in the other hand. I could not see well, my glasses were gone. Yassara and I knew that Ted (the maintenence guy) had his crew out after us because we were not supposed to take all of those oranges. She takes off with someone else, doing her best to avoid detection. Chip is there, I ask him what he thinks I should do, go up, down, etc. He says that I should ask some students where pigment is. And Ted has to be around because Chip said he would listen to him explain where it is, then Ted would pretend Chip did not exist and explain it to me and send me on my way, then I would be in the clear. We go to do that, but three of Ted's gang walk past... I am unsure if they see me or not, butI take off running. Its hard because the floor is linoleum and I have socks on. Plus I am trying to hold on to the oranges. I run down a long hallway and Chip is looking out for Ted. I race up stairs two at a time and make a beeline for my locker. I am now in my jr high school.... going to my 9th grade locker. I figure if I can just make it there and throw in the oranges, though I am not sure if I remember the combination or not. I race towards it, and I put in the combo, and it even opens.... but I cannot get them in. I had put them into a bookbag and I could not shovethe bookbag into my locker. Ted's gang comes around the corner and spots me. At the other end of the hall, more of his people. I race away from the closest group down the hallway. I manage to slip past them... I turn down into the next hallway and Jae and Karen (people from the science dept) are there andhave a rope they pull out between them to make me trip. I push Jae and he drops the rope and I run past. I keep running, but I am so tired. I *think* I get caught.... I should also mention during all of this that "Nobody Gonna Break-a My Style" is playing in the background. I wake up panting.
2) I was at work... I had my glasses on, and socks, no shoes. I walked from my cubicle around the front to get my mail. I walked past the IT room and everyone in there was watching hockey. I got around to the mail but it was difficult for me to see. Yassara was there, and some other guy who worked with us, though I am not sure it was someone who really works with us. We talked about hockey. As we (Yassara and I) walked back, we stopped by this huge pile of fruit and juices. But we heard just then that they would no longer be selling juices at our school. Since it was the last day, we hatched a plan to make our OWN. We each grabbed up a bunch of mandarin oranges. I had strawberries back in my cube, so we were going to make our own strawberry orange juice. I had 4 in one and 5 in the other hand. I could not see well, my glasses were gone. Yassara and I knew that Ted (the maintenence guy) had his crew out after us because we were not supposed to take all of those oranges. She takes off with someone else, doing her best to avoid detection. Chip is there, I ask him what he thinks I should do, go up, down, etc. He says that I should ask some students where pigment is. And Ted has to be around because Chip said he would listen to him explain where it is, then Ted would pretend Chip did not exist and explain it to me and send me on my way, then I would be in the clear. We go to do that, but three of Ted's gang walk past... I am unsure if they see me or not, butI take off running. Its hard because the floor is linoleum and I have socks on. Plus I am trying to hold on to the oranges. I run down a long hallway and Chip is looking out for Ted. I race up stairs two at a time and make a beeline for my locker. I am now in my jr high school.... going to my 9th grade locker. I figure if I can just make it there and throw in the oranges, though I am not sure if I remember the combination or not. I race towards it, and I put in the combo, and it even opens.... but I cannot get them in. I had put them into a bookbag and I could not shovethe bookbag into my locker. Ted's gang comes around the corner and spots me. At the other end of the hall, more of his people. I race away from the closest group down the hallway. I manage to slip past them... I turn down into the next hallway and Jae and Karen (people from the science dept) are there andhave a rope they pull out between them to make me trip. I push Jae and he drops the rope and I run past. I keep running, but I am so tired. I *think* I get caught.... I should also mention during all of this that "Nobody Gonna Break-a My Style" is playing in the background. I wake up panting.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Two nights ago....
Here is how I recounted it to my friend in an email:
I had an awful awful awful dream about you!
Jon and I were visiting you guys and you and i and someone else was sitting on this bed. We were talking about my brother and how he needed to find a good girlfriend. I started to say how every one of his girlfriends was a ho. Every single one of them would sleep with a guy after like 2 weeks of knowing them. And when I said that, you got REALLY really really REALLY offended and angry at me. You turned to me and said, "Get out." And I started to backpedal and try to explain that sure, maybe that happens one in awhile, but the girls were serial hooches, that obviously I was not alluding to you in ANY way. But you took it very personally and you were like, "How dare you say that to me in my own house, in front of my husband, and my unborn baby!" And then you told us to leave and to never come back. I was so upset that I started BAWLING.
Jon actually had to wake me up out of this dream because I was doing that hyperventilation type of crying in my sleep. As soon as he woke me, tears just started streaming down my face and I was crying for like 20 minutes because I was so emotional. It was horrible.
So, for the record, I would never ever think you were a hooch, please never disown us as friends. :)
I had an awful awful awful dream about you!
Jon and I were visiting you guys and you and i and someone else was sitting on this bed. We were talking about my brother and how he needed to find a good girlfriend. I started to say how every one of his girlfriends was a ho. Every single one of them would sleep with a guy after like 2 weeks of knowing them. And when I said that, you got REALLY really really REALLY offended and angry at me. You turned to me and said, "Get out." And I started to backpedal and try to explain that sure, maybe that happens one in awhile, but the girls were serial hooches, that obviously I was not alluding to you in ANY way. But you took it very personally and you were like, "How dare you say that to me in my own house, in front of my husband, and my unborn baby!" And then you told us to leave and to never come back. I was so upset that I started BAWLING.
Jon actually had to wake me up out of this dream because I was doing that hyperventilation type of crying in my sleep. As soon as he woke me, tears just started streaming down my face and I was crying for like 20 minutes because I was so emotional. It was horrible.
So, for the record, I would never ever think you were a hooch, please never disown us as friends. :)
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, March 13th
How fitting to have these dreams on Friday the 13th...
1) The zombies were coming. We were walking down this road, following two amish children. There were many of us, and they were trying to lead us to salvation. Yet, I knew we would not make it if we did not hurry. The few of us left with faith had to fade ourselves into a painting, which was the promised land, before the zombies completely took over. At night, these zombies moved with a cat-like quickness, though during the day they were very sluggish. It was very scary. I ran away from the slow-moving crowd to find my family. I raced home, trying to convince them to come. My brother said he would, and I was so relieved that he decided to become a believer. We had shotguns and other guns in case we could not get there in time. I could show him out to fade into paintings, but it was getting dark. We heard the sound of howling outside as it became very "I Am Legend" out there. We were suddenly in a very ricketty wooden house on stilts and I begged him to be very quiet and try to not let his humanity seep out and draw their attention. We were going to make a run for it because we heard screaming and knew the zombies (which were black and scribbly, like they were not substantial) were busy. We started to go, but a warning howl sounded - they knew where we were. I said a prayer for us. The last thing we wanted was to be like them, we would rather be dead. We were back to back as the zombies started climbing up the stilts of the house to get us. There was a painting there, which I thought to fade into, but if they burnt the house, we would die, and I could not be sureIwould pop out in a different picture that was not surrounded by zombies. I woke up, praying thanks to God for looking over my brother.
2) More zombies. This time, I was at a shore house. Similar deal. The zombies were there butvery slow moving. It was broad daylight so if we were careful, we could escape. We kept the windows closed as we were packing up what little we could take. I wanted a shower. I had a sweatshirt, one of our wedding photos, a notebook and pen...but there was really nothing else I could take because we had to leave. Uncle Tom was there, he wanted to see if the zombiesknew we were there. The shorehouse we were at was like a condo with an upper and lower apartment. We were at the upper. They did not know until Tom opened the door. There were two or three zombies and like 4 sheep. But bad sheep with hungry eyes and pointy teeth. He started shooting their slow bodies with a sawed off shotgun, but he was not a good shot. They kept coming. I was so angry at him for alerting them to our presence. I was not sure what we were going to do to get out alive.
I woke up again here and had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep...
When I did finally, I had a dream Jon and I were getting remarried or renewing ourvows. The problem was that I had not made any arrangements. We drove up to NY, I think,to have the wedding. I was wearing a dress. We went to grab dinner and Eric C was there, as was my dad and Josh. I realized I had not picked out music so I read an email that had gone between me and the organist. I wanted people to sing Many Waters (cannot quench love)... andI was about to ask Josh to print it out and get people to sing... when we were trying dinner. There was salmon on my plate, but my dad took it and said it was good. He gaveme a bite, but it turned into a nasty breaded pork chop. Eric had chicken nuggets on his plate, the size of tater tots. He gave me some of those, cut up, like I was 8. There were many people in this room, and suddenly Paige and family showed up. Lea and Susanna ran towards Leslie and hugged her, but they were a bit scared of me.
During another part of this dream, there were many many people that Idid not quite know, but should have known, in this house. I think getting ready for the wedding. I was philipino for some reason, as were all of my relatives.
Anyway, it was an awful feeling because we were to have the wedding but no plans were ready.
Overall, I think very appropriate forFriday the 13th.
I should also note yesterday I had a dream that my family was in some kind of Holocaust and the girls had to flee to safety, the boys were going to follow, andI was so scared to leave my brother thinking I would never see him again.
Then I had a dream I was in boarding school and Yassara was my snotty roommate. I can elaborate on those two dreams later...
1) The zombies were coming. We were walking down this road, following two amish children. There were many of us, and they were trying to lead us to salvation. Yet, I knew we would not make it if we did not hurry. The few of us left with faith had to fade ourselves into a painting, which was the promised land, before the zombies completely took over. At night, these zombies moved with a cat-like quickness, though during the day they were very sluggish. It was very scary. I ran away from the slow-moving crowd to find my family. I raced home, trying to convince them to come. My brother said he would, and I was so relieved that he decided to become a believer. We had shotguns and other guns in case we could not get there in time. I could show him out to fade into paintings, but it was getting dark. We heard the sound of howling outside as it became very "I Am Legend" out there. We were suddenly in a very ricketty wooden house on stilts and I begged him to be very quiet and try to not let his humanity seep out and draw their attention. We were going to make a run for it because we heard screaming and knew the zombies (which were black and scribbly, like they were not substantial) were busy. We started to go, but a warning howl sounded - they knew where we were. I said a prayer for us. The last thing we wanted was to be like them, we would rather be dead. We were back to back as the zombies started climbing up the stilts of the house to get us. There was a painting there, which I thought to fade into, but if they burnt the house, we would die, and I could not be sureIwould pop out in a different picture that was not surrounded by zombies. I woke up, praying thanks to God for looking over my brother.
2) More zombies. This time, I was at a shore house. Similar deal. The zombies were there butvery slow moving. It was broad daylight so if we were careful, we could escape. We kept the windows closed as we were packing up what little we could take. I wanted a shower. I had a sweatshirt, one of our wedding photos, a notebook and pen...but there was really nothing else I could take because we had to leave. Uncle Tom was there, he wanted to see if the zombiesknew we were there. The shorehouse we were at was like a condo with an upper and lower apartment. We were at the upper. They did not know until Tom opened the door. There were two or three zombies and like 4 sheep. But bad sheep with hungry eyes and pointy teeth. He started shooting their slow bodies with a sawed off shotgun, but he was not a good shot. They kept coming. I was so angry at him for alerting them to our presence. I was not sure what we were going to do to get out alive.
I woke up again here and had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep...
When I did finally, I had a dream Jon and I were getting remarried or renewing ourvows. The problem was that I had not made any arrangements. We drove up to NY, I think,to have the wedding. I was wearing a dress. We went to grab dinner and Eric C was there, as was my dad and Josh. I realized I had not picked out music so I read an email that had gone between me and the organist. I wanted people to sing Many Waters (cannot quench love)... andI was about to ask Josh to print it out and get people to sing... when we were trying dinner. There was salmon on my plate, but my dad took it and said it was good. He gaveme a bite, but it turned into a nasty breaded pork chop. Eric had chicken nuggets on his plate, the size of tater tots. He gave me some of those, cut up, like I was 8. There were many people in this room, and suddenly Paige and family showed up. Lea and Susanna ran towards Leslie and hugged her, but they were a bit scared of me.
During another part of this dream, there were many many people that Idid not quite know, but should have known, in this house. I think getting ready for the wedding. I was philipino for some reason, as were all of my relatives.
Anyway, it was an awful feeling because we were to have the wedding but no plans were ready.
Overall, I think very appropriate forFriday the 13th.
I should also note yesterday I had a dream that my family was in some kind of Holocaust and the girls had to flee to safety, the boys were going to follow, andI was so scared to leave my brother thinking I would never see him again.
Then I had a dream I was in boarding school and Yassara was my snotty roommate. I can elaborate on those two dreams later...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
March 11th, 2009
I do not remember much, but it involved camp. It was pouring rain. Jon and I did not bring a lot of clothes to go to camp, just a small black bag with one sweatshirt and what we were wearing was dirty. There were big log cabins (unlike camp) and fireflies, I think.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday, March 8th,2009
The first dream I had was a blurry mixture of sailing, being in a house I should not have been in, attending a party, and a few other things.
In the second dream, I had gone home to pick up my mail and found a big package there. I opened it to find that it was a binder with a single-spaced typed story of how Ethan's grandparents met. In the binder was a letter from him, also, and some other relics of his grandparent's marriage. I was really confused as to why he sent it and I started to read the letter. It seemed emotional, so I went up to my old bedroom and suddenly I was on the phone with him. I walked around while talking to him, and he started to bring up some sore points in our past. He was getting upset and a bit angry, and he said that he was surprised he was getting so emotional. I said to him, "You cannot judge who I am in the present by who I was in the past. I am different." That caused him to calm down a bit. But still, I had no idea why he sent me the binder with his grandparent's story or why he wanted me to have it.
In the second dream, I had gone home to pick up my mail and found a big package there. I opened it to find that it was a binder with a single-spaced typed story of how Ethan's grandparents met. In the binder was a letter from him, also, and some other relics of his grandparent's marriage. I was really confused as to why he sent it and I started to read the letter. It seemed emotional, so I went up to my old bedroom and suddenly I was on the phone with him. I walked around while talking to him, and he started to bring up some sore points in our past. He was getting upset and a bit angry, and he said that he was surprised he was getting so emotional. I said to him, "You cannot judge who I am in the present by who I was in the past. I am different." That caused him to calm down a bit. But still, I had no idea why he sent me the binder with his grandparent's story or why he wanted me to have it.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Sat, March 7th, 2009
I should have written them down earlier... but the one I had yesterday involved me kissing some guy... but the guy had a very feminine face... or it was a girl who was having a sex change, or something.
The one I had this morning involved a HUGE stone-like creature without a head that was shooting at me and trying to kill me. I think there was another monster there, and it was near my parents house. I had a good picture of the whole dream this morning, but have naturally let it fall out of my head.
The one I had this morning involved a HUGE stone-like creature without a head that was shooting at me and trying to kill me. I think there was another monster there, and it was near my parents house. I had a good picture of the whole dream this morning, but have naturally let it fall out of my head.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
thursday, march 5th, 2009
From yesterday...
Jon and I were in my brother's old bedroom, but it was not HIS bedroom, it had been made into a guest bedroom of sorts. Things were getting hot and heavy between us, and we were both naked. The problem was that my brother and my dad kept interrupting us. I was getting pissed. Finally, my dad knocked on the door again and I was like DAD! I am NAKED and trying to have SEX with my HUSBAND! He was super embarrassed, as was I, but he finally left us along. After that I woke up. I am sure there is something freudian that can be classically psychoanalyzed here.
From today...
There was some sort of country fair. I think Paige's daughter, Lea, was being cute and snuggly with me, and I went to the car to get a blanket to sit on. I think it was evening... possibly some fireworks, and it was warm, but getting cooler. Anyway, as I walked back from the car, there was a huge spotted leopard / sabertooth tiger. It wanted to eat me. I got really scared because it charged and bared its teeth at me... but it was behind an electric fence. So I was safe, but I was really scared it would break through the fence and chomp me. I kept walking quickly, but there was a lion in front of me. It was pacing back and forth, looking at me. It was part of some circus show, but it was checking me out to see if I was tastey. I wanted to get as far away from the leopard as possible, but that meant getting closer to the lion. I was scared and was trying to look for the widest berth around the lion, but there was really no good path. I woke up.
Jon and I were in my brother's old bedroom, but it was not HIS bedroom, it had been made into a guest bedroom of sorts. Things were getting hot and heavy between us, and we were both naked. The problem was that my brother and my dad kept interrupting us. I was getting pissed. Finally, my dad knocked on the door again and I was like DAD! I am NAKED and trying to have SEX with my HUSBAND! He was super embarrassed, as was I, but he finally left us along. After that I woke up. I am sure there is something freudian that can be classically psychoanalyzed here.
From today...
There was some sort of country fair. I think Paige's daughter, Lea, was being cute and snuggly with me, and I went to the car to get a blanket to sit on. I think it was evening... possibly some fireworks, and it was warm, but getting cooler. Anyway, as I walked back from the car, there was a huge spotted leopard / sabertooth tiger. It wanted to eat me. I got really scared because it charged and bared its teeth at me... but it was behind an electric fence. So I was safe, but I was really scared it would break through the fence and chomp me. I kept walking quickly, but there was a lion in front of me. It was pacing back and forth, looking at me. It was part of some circus show, but it was checking me out to see if I was tastey. I wanted to get as far away from the leopard as possible, but that meant getting closer to the lion. I was scared and was trying to look for the widest berth around the lion, but there was really no good path. I woke up.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Sunday, March 1st
There have been many dreams over the past few days, I just have not had the time or inclination to really write them down...
1) Eric C & Joel M were mashed into one person, and I was with him/them somewhere when Austin P showed up. He started throwing up into a trash can... or planter, I could not tell....
2) Jon and I were at church when his mom pulled us aside into a different auditorium. There was a quintet who was playing on a stage, coupled with some weird artistic expo. We were very dressed up and I think I had on a mink stole. Anyway, I was incredibly, painfully bored... and the quintet kept looking at me. I sunk down in my chair. I sunk even further until I was sitting on the floor. The floor was the ocean floor, with sand, and shells... and about a foot of luke warm water. No current or tide, so I was curious where it had come from.
3) I was at the mall with Brittany Spears. She is actually pretty nice, apparently, and we were having a grand ole time. As we walked out towards her car, we were sort of in my parents back yard... and there were two pairs of jeans hanging up on a tree. I went to grab them when these two dark haired girls started towards us. Brittany jumped into a tree... along with her nanny... and I prepared to fight them. I yelled at them for bugging her, because they were being so mean to Brittany. I put my fists up as one of the girls crouched down to spring on me like a leopard... and my alarm when off, scared the snot out of me.
4) My brother and I decided to try injecting crack. Not brilliant, but we got some. I injected a little into my forearm and it stayed localized, making my left forearm and hand totally tingly. I hated it and went to tell Chris I thought this was a bad idea. I found him and he said he had already done it a dozen times and it was no big deal, it was quite an awesome trip. I was so angry and upset and worried and scared that I woke up and was awake for a good 45 minutes before falling back asleep.
5) I know there was a rather prolific one after this, but I do not remember...
1) Eric C & Joel M were mashed into one person, and I was with him/them somewhere when Austin P showed up. He started throwing up into a trash can... or planter, I could not tell....
2) Jon and I were at church when his mom pulled us aside into a different auditorium. There was a quintet who was playing on a stage, coupled with some weird artistic expo. We were very dressed up and I think I had on a mink stole. Anyway, I was incredibly, painfully bored... and the quintet kept looking at me. I sunk down in my chair. I sunk even further until I was sitting on the floor. The floor was the ocean floor, with sand, and shells... and about a foot of luke warm water. No current or tide, so I was curious where it had come from.
3) I was at the mall with Brittany Spears. She is actually pretty nice, apparently, and we were having a grand ole time. As we walked out towards her car, we were sort of in my parents back yard... and there were two pairs of jeans hanging up on a tree. I went to grab them when these two dark haired girls started towards us. Brittany jumped into a tree... along with her nanny... and I prepared to fight them. I yelled at them for bugging her, because they were being so mean to Brittany. I put my fists up as one of the girls crouched down to spring on me like a leopard... and my alarm when off, scared the snot out of me.
4) My brother and I decided to try injecting crack. Not brilliant, but we got some. I injected a little into my forearm and it stayed localized, making my left forearm and hand totally tingly. I hated it and went to tell Chris I thought this was a bad idea. I found him and he said he had already done it a dozen times and it was no big deal, it was quite an awesome trip. I was so angry and upset and worried and scared that I woke up and was awake for a good 45 minutes before falling back asleep.
5) I know there was a rather prolific one after this, but I do not remember...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tues, Feb 24th
1) It was late at night and I was driving up the street to my parents house. I accidentally flipped the car as I saw this man creeping outside of the house. I got out and flipped the car upright with one arm. He came after me - a white man with dark hair and black clothing. He was big, and he had a hammer. He met me in the street and swung the hammer directly at my head. This caused me to wake up, but I was upset enough that I could not get it out of my head and (awake) I began to imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios of break ins. This caused me to be awake for a good hour.
2) I was at the hospital, visiting Nan. She was better, so we were having a little party. A band got on stage, but they were singing about sex, so I went up and asked them to stop. Meanwhile, everyone was leaving the table. I went back to pay the bill and noticed a $30 birthday cake for my friend Nancy was on the bill. I was a bit upset because I had not even gotten a slice. I paid it anyway.
3) After leaving, Jon and I were on top of this building. He had a blue Spider car, which was pretty slick. He was competing with another guy in another nice car... and then he drove the car over the roof of the building, jumping out before it crashed into piles of junk at street level. He won the competition, but I asked him how he was going to fix things. I knew he had done this before. He told me then that he would just buy a new car, and I got very angry, because I had no idea how in debt he was... he was buying a new car almost every week. I was incredibly angry and walked away. A dog came out, it was on a very long chain. The dog was very mangy, slightly wolf-ish, but friendly. It licked me, though I was still afraid of it, and tried to walk away calmly but quickly. I knew it could turn on me.
That is all I remember!
2) I was at the hospital, visiting Nan. She was better, so we were having a little party. A band got on stage, but they were singing about sex, so I went up and asked them to stop. Meanwhile, everyone was leaving the table. I went back to pay the bill and noticed a $30 birthday cake for my friend Nancy was on the bill. I was a bit upset because I had not even gotten a slice. I paid it anyway.
3) After leaving, Jon and I were on top of this building. He had a blue Spider car, which was pretty slick. He was competing with another guy in another nice car... and then he drove the car over the roof of the building, jumping out before it crashed into piles of junk at street level. He won the competition, but I asked him how he was going to fix things. I knew he had done this before. He told me then that he would just buy a new car, and I got very angry, because I had no idea how in debt he was... he was buying a new car almost every week. I was incredibly angry and walked away. A dog came out, it was on a very long chain. The dog was very mangy, slightly wolf-ish, but friendly. It licked me, though I was still afraid of it, and tried to walk away calmly but quickly. I knew it could turn on me.
That is all I remember!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, Feb 22, 2009
Jon and I listed to the audiobook Blink and it talked about how you lose a lot trying to put words to an image you have in your head. I am sure a lot is lost in translation, but I will try.
1) Something about sailing on a ship. Jenn was there, along with my dad, Jon, and Aaron. We had boarded the ship, which was pretty old with sparse accommodations. We were on the deck, all sitting on chairs with little tables, when I realized that I did not have a book to read. I asked my dad if we had enough time before shipping off. He thought yes, so I ran to ask the ship's captain whether I could go ashore to get a book. Everything was in shades of grey, blue, and white... dreary. The boat was rocking horrendously, even at the dock, but Jon and I were enjoying it. Jenn was trying not to throw up and Aaron was consoling her. He gave me the go... I think we were in Paris. But then the dream moved on.
2) I was 24 or 25, so I am not sure if Jon and I were married or not. Usually if I know my age, I have similar circumstances to life at that age... however, I feel like Jon and I were married then, even though in real life we were just thinking of getting back together. I vaguely remember a shoreline. Anyway, there was this guy, who was like 35. I did not really see much of his face, but I think he had a Burt Reynolds mustache. He was a good deal taller than me, and muscular. He had tattoos all down his forearms, but he dressed preppy. He liked me, and I guess I sort of liked him. I was debating what to do. Rational self said that it always has been and always will be Jon, so why bother with a crush? Irrational self said he was hot... I went over to his house for Valentines Day and was surprised to see his parents there. I met them for the first time over dinner and it was awkward, given he was 10 years older than me. They left, but he wanted me to stay overnight. It was dark, I know we were in a bed, but he was pressuring me to have sex with him. I liked him and wanted him... but I did not want to do that to Jon. So I kept telling him no... but he kept pressuring me. Then I think the phone rang or... something disrupted us, thankfully, and he got up and left.
3) I do not remember much of what happened next, but I know there were ghosts and bad things. I had this razorblade that was on the end of something that looked like white tounge depressors all linked together. So it was sort of like a whip with a razor and I could whip it or make it straight like a stick. I was whirling it around and slashing the mosters, but they did not understand that they were coming apart when I sliced through them. Then there was this guy. I thought he was a demon. I made my razor contraption straight and I stabbed him in the shoulder. It sunk in and he barely felt it. Somehow, I stabbed him in the back, hoping to get to his heart from behind, but it was of no use. Then, I stabbed him in the neck, right at the jugular. Blood began to ooze out, but he was still alive. I was REALLY scared and HATED what I was doing.... because I think perhaps it was not a bad guy, but just a normal guy, which is why the razor did not really hurt him, until I stabbed him in the neck. This caused me to wake up, and I was upset over it.
When I fell back asleep...
4) I was at WCU. I was down in the teacher resource room and Lisa Quinn from PALCS came in and asked me to help her with the lamanate machine, which was huge! She totally did not get the concept, and she was going to waste all this lamanate until I told her you should put SEVERAL things in to laminate, not just one business card. She was talking to me about the banquet that we were going to be at... and suddenly it flipped to a sort of dress rehearsal for the banquet. Mymom was there. Jon was going to be. Lisa was sitting on the end of a huge long rectangular table, which was set up in front of hundreds of people. We were expected to eat civily and everyone would be watching us. She talked about her earrings. I was very nervous... and I was thinking about Burt Reynolds man... how could I keep that from Jon? I did not want to, so I knew we would talk soon...
5) I am not sure when this happened, but there were tickets to a play... perhaps it was dream 4 there were tickets to. But they were small and blue and I was supposed to hand them out, so I was going around my parents neighborhood to give them to people. I was down at the end of the street talking to people outside about it.
I woke up singing Dark Side of the Moon.
1) Something about sailing on a ship. Jenn was there, along with my dad, Jon, and Aaron. We had boarded the ship, which was pretty old with sparse accommodations. We were on the deck, all sitting on chairs with little tables, when I realized that I did not have a book to read. I asked my dad if we had enough time before shipping off. He thought yes, so I ran to ask the ship's captain whether I could go ashore to get a book. Everything was in shades of grey, blue, and white... dreary. The boat was rocking horrendously, even at the dock, but Jon and I were enjoying it. Jenn was trying not to throw up and Aaron was consoling her. He gave me the go... I think we were in Paris. But then the dream moved on.
2) I was 24 or 25, so I am not sure if Jon and I were married or not. Usually if I know my age, I have similar circumstances to life at that age... however, I feel like Jon and I were married then, even though in real life we were just thinking of getting back together. I vaguely remember a shoreline. Anyway, there was this guy, who was like 35. I did not really see much of his face, but I think he had a Burt Reynolds mustache. He was a good deal taller than me, and muscular. He had tattoos all down his forearms, but he dressed preppy. He liked me, and I guess I sort of liked him. I was debating what to do. Rational self said that it always has been and always will be Jon, so why bother with a crush? Irrational self said he was hot... I went over to his house for Valentines Day and was surprised to see his parents there. I met them for the first time over dinner and it was awkward, given he was 10 years older than me. They left, but he wanted me to stay overnight. It was dark, I know we were in a bed, but he was pressuring me to have sex with him. I liked him and wanted him... but I did not want to do that to Jon. So I kept telling him no... but he kept pressuring me. Then I think the phone rang or... something disrupted us, thankfully, and he got up and left.
3) I do not remember much of what happened next, but I know there were ghosts and bad things. I had this razorblade that was on the end of something that looked like white tounge depressors all linked together. So it was sort of like a whip with a razor and I could whip it or make it straight like a stick. I was whirling it around and slashing the mosters, but they did not understand that they were coming apart when I sliced through them. Then there was this guy. I thought he was a demon. I made my razor contraption straight and I stabbed him in the shoulder. It sunk in and he barely felt it. Somehow, I stabbed him in the back, hoping to get to his heart from behind, but it was of no use. Then, I stabbed him in the neck, right at the jugular. Blood began to ooze out, but he was still alive. I was REALLY scared and HATED what I was doing.... because I think perhaps it was not a bad guy, but just a normal guy, which is why the razor did not really hurt him, until I stabbed him in the neck. This caused me to wake up, and I was upset over it.
When I fell back asleep...
4) I was at WCU. I was down in the teacher resource room and Lisa Quinn from PALCS came in and asked me to help her with the lamanate machine, which was huge! She totally did not get the concept, and she was going to waste all this lamanate until I told her you should put SEVERAL things in to laminate, not just one business card. She was talking to me about the banquet that we were going to be at... and suddenly it flipped to a sort of dress rehearsal for the banquet. Mymom was there. Jon was going to be. Lisa was sitting on the end of a huge long rectangular table, which was set up in front of hundreds of people. We were expected to eat civily and everyone would be watching us. She talked about her earrings. I was very nervous... and I was thinking about Burt Reynolds man... how could I keep that from Jon? I did not want to, so I knew we would talk soon...
5) I am not sure when this happened, but there were tickets to a play... perhaps it was dream 4 there were tickets to. But they were small and blue and I was supposed to hand them out, so I was going around my parents neighborhood to give them to people. I was down at the end of the street talking to people outside about it.
I woke up singing Dark Side of the Moon.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Sun, Feb 8, 2009
In the first part of this dream, I was looking over a travel catalog to find a place for my family to go. There were so many options and each time I flipped a page, it was like I was there, living it. The reason we were doing this is because we had just gotten back from this fantastic trip. I do not remember to where except that it was beautiful and had a lot of deep blue water. There was also something about kayaking and not having a helmet on and how scared I was that I would be flung out and hit my head on a rock.
Next, it was snowy out, but it was melting, and I was at someone's house. I feel like Gwen and the kids were there... there was a baby in a crib. The house was somewhat muted in colors, though I think there was red coming from the kitchen. There were a lot of people there, along with Jon. I had gone to talk with him because he was having trouble deciding who he wanted to be with. There was me, this slutty girl, and this really nice girl - the type you can walk all over. All of us were there, in fact, to talk with him about this.
He had been in the kitchen, talking to the slutty girl, but he came down the hallway when he saw me. I grabbed him by his collar and shoved him down on to the couch. I proceeded to slap him full open palm and then back handed on the other cheek. He liked it. I wanted to slap him again but I clenched my fists and I was so angry that I was shaking. I told him that he needed to decide right away what he wanted. And he said that he wanted me. I was happy, but I told him that I did not think he was really committed to that decision. I told him the slut wanted to talk to him too, and that she would probably just throw herself at him. His eyes lit up and he smiled. I got so angry and told him that when he proved he had gotten rid of the slut and the doormat, then he could have me. I walked out of the house as he went to talk to the slut.
I left the party in my car and drove into a city-like area that has been in my dreams before. I got a call on my cell phone and the ID says "New York City Dweller". I pick it up, and say hello to silence twice. Finally, a man's voice on the other line says hello in a southern drawl, but I had already gone to hang it up. I think it was Chris K. It sounded the way he would if he affected a southern drawl.
After this, I sort of work up, but in that twilight time, Chris's conversation continues and he is trying to get me to rent this apartment in the city.
Finally, I woke up. I know that there was a lot more to all of the dreams, but I do not remember.
Next, it was snowy out, but it was melting, and I was at someone's house. I feel like Gwen and the kids were there... there was a baby in a crib. The house was somewhat muted in colors, though I think there was red coming from the kitchen. There were a lot of people there, along with Jon. I had gone to talk with him because he was having trouble deciding who he wanted to be with. There was me, this slutty girl, and this really nice girl - the type you can walk all over. All of us were there, in fact, to talk with him about this.
He had been in the kitchen, talking to the slutty girl, but he came down the hallway when he saw me. I grabbed him by his collar and shoved him down on to the couch. I proceeded to slap him full open palm and then back handed on the other cheek. He liked it. I wanted to slap him again but I clenched my fists and I was so angry that I was shaking. I told him that he needed to decide right away what he wanted. And he said that he wanted me. I was happy, but I told him that I did not think he was really committed to that decision. I told him the slut wanted to talk to him too, and that she would probably just throw herself at him. His eyes lit up and he smiled. I got so angry and told him that when he proved he had gotten rid of the slut and the doormat, then he could have me. I walked out of the house as he went to talk to the slut.
I left the party in my car and drove into a city-like area that has been in my dreams before. I got a call on my cell phone and the ID says "New York City Dweller". I pick it up, and say hello to silence twice. Finally, a man's voice on the other line says hello in a southern drawl, but I had already gone to hang it up. I think it was Chris K. It sounded the way he would if he affected a southern drawl.
After this, I sort of work up, but in that twilight time, Chris's conversation continues and he is trying to get me to rent this apartment in the city.
Finally, I woke up. I know that there was a lot more to all of the dreams, but I do not remember.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, Feb 5th, 2009
It is a beautiful day - green grass, blue skies, the ground is a bit chill, but the air pleasantly warm. Ethan and I are driving down my parent's street. I think we are holding hands. We stop and I get out and lay face-first in the cool grass. I remark that today is a day for taking pictures, and I want to capture it. Ethan calls from the car, which is a red convertible hovercraft, and says that we will go get my camera so that we can remember it.
The dream changes.
I am a warrior. A man. I have gone to fight a witch. I have lost to her before and, in fact, I have had this dream before. The difference here is that instead of it being just me, eight other warriors have joined my quest to defeat her.
It is dark, like an old dark wooden tavern. Yet we are outside in an area with bleachers. The witch is there, but she rings a bell and tells us to hurry and get into these giant plastic trash cans. We obey, but I am not fast enough. The undead come out. They want our flesh and they paw at the trash cans. Because I was late, my can falls over while I am getting in and I desperately try to hold on to the top. Some of their fingers pry though and one scrapes me against my shoulder, going straight through my clothes and turning a length of my skin to burning, bubbling acid.
The witch has helped us because she, unlike us, can fly... yet she is just as afraid of the undead. Besides, her quarrel is with us, and she wants to have it out, not have it ruined by zombies.
The bell rings and we crawl out. Two of us had decided not to get into the trash cans because they did not trust the witch. The were dead on the ground, mutilated.
There is somewhat of a bar there and I go towards it. Above I see a chandelier made of a huge wooden wagon wheel. Attached to it are both dead bodies and zombies who have not left yet. I start shooting them with my arrows.
The witch rings the bell again - the zombies are coming - but this time, I do not have enough time to hide. I decided to stay and fight as best I can. They come at me fast and with sharp swords, but I have magic and I use my force push to push them away. They keep coming and are relentless. I kill some with my arrows, but they are getting close when the bell rings and they back off, fading away. I race back to the bleachers and find that the other 6 are wriggling into the ground under the bleachers, all I can see are their butts wiggling in the air. They have been turned into zombies. I am sad because I am sure that I will probably not survive, but valiantly I want to stay and fight the witch. She must go because she is connected to the zombies. No witch, no zombies. The witch smiles at me because she knows I have lost before. She is green and blue and tattered and has grey crazy hair. Like most mortal enemies, we are friends, and she feels slightly bad that she will have to destroy me.
The bell rings again and the scene fades away.
I wake up.
The dream changes.
I am a warrior. A man. I have gone to fight a witch. I have lost to her before and, in fact, I have had this dream before. The difference here is that instead of it being just me, eight other warriors have joined my quest to defeat her.
It is dark, like an old dark wooden tavern. Yet we are outside in an area with bleachers. The witch is there, but she rings a bell and tells us to hurry and get into these giant plastic trash cans. We obey, but I am not fast enough. The undead come out. They want our flesh and they paw at the trash cans. Because I was late, my can falls over while I am getting in and I desperately try to hold on to the top. Some of their fingers pry though and one scrapes me against my shoulder, going straight through my clothes and turning a length of my skin to burning, bubbling acid.
The witch has helped us because she, unlike us, can fly... yet she is just as afraid of the undead. Besides, her quarrel is with us, and she wants to have it out, not have it ruined by zombies.
The bell rings and we crawl out. Two of us had decided not to get into the trash cans because they did not trust the witch. The were dead on the ground, mutilated.
There is somewhat of a bar there and I go towards it. Above I see a chandelier made of a huge wooden wagon wheel. Attached to it are both dead bodies and zombies who have not left yet. I start shooting them with my arrows.
The witch rings the bell again - the zombies are coming - but this time, I do not have enough time to hide. I decided to stay and fight as best I can. They come at me fast and with sharp swords, but I have magic and I use my force push to push them away. They keep coming and are relentless. I kill some with my arrows, but they are getting close when the bell rings and they back off, fading away. I race back to the bleachers and find that the other 6 are wriggling into the ground under the bleachers, all I can see are their butts wiggling in the air. They have been turned into zombies. I am sad because I am sure that I will probably not survive, but valiantly I want to stay and fight the witch. She must go because she is connected to the zombies. No witch, no zombies. The witch smiles at me because she knows I have lost before. She is green and blue and tattered and has grey crazy hair. Like most mortal enemies, we are friends, and she feels slightly bad that she will have to destroy me.
The bell rings again and the scene fades away.
I wake up.
Sat, Feb 7th, 2009
I went to a beautiful auditorium to hear President Obama speak. It was packed, and I was with three others, though I do not know who. He was inspiring and as soon as he left, the masses started to exit the building. We waited a bit to decide our plans because we were unsure of what we were doing next. People pushed past us, and I realized that I had left my wallet on the table, open, with money out. Oddly enough, no one had touched it.
We finally wandered out into the hallway, when all of a sudden we saw Obama coming back into the lobby area. People RUSHED towards him to ask him questions and shake hands. They begged him to stay for dinner. He finally decided he would, as did we.
It turned out to be a debutant ball. There was a HUGE ballroom with women dressed up in ridiculously poofy and fancy dresses, accompanied by men in tuxes. We were most definitely underdressed, so we had to sit far away at this very long rectangular table. We sat at one end... me and Chris A on one side, Jon and Kathy and Yassara on the other.
I told Chris A how Jon and I had been singing Disney songs and we could not remember this one song. Of course Chris A knew it and we began singing it.
All of a sudden, Barak Obama joined our table. He was sitting across from me and Jon, Kathy, and Yassara had all moved down. I stood up and gave him a hug, instantly turning into Michelle Obama. I kissed the top of his forehead and told him I was proud of him. He smiled at me. I turned back into myself and sat down.
Yassara, who had been on one side of the table, switched sides, got up, and walked over to Obama. She stood close to him and was really dwarfed by him, even though he was sitting. She asked if she could shake his hand. He said of course, and she did. She then bent over and started picking some lint off of his collar. He looked bewildered and she grinned sheepishly and explained that it was an OCD habit. She then told him that she had heard a story about when he taught in a classroom. He taught kids that were really unable to be taught and he never gave up on them. She said it was what inspired her to be a teacher. The story was so moving, that she got tears in her eyes. I was so empathetic that I got teary also. My perspective during this had changed... instead of sitting across fromObama, I was sort of diagonal, looking from above both Yassara and him.
The dream changes.
I am at my parent's home, in the living room. I see Harvey and a new kitten, who is cream, but very stragely, mirroring him. They are walking shoulder to shoulder. It is night time, the only light that is on is over the kitchen table, where my brother is looking at some sort of reference book. At the same time, we notice this thing hanging in the air. It looks to be a spider egg sac. We sic Harvey and mystery kitten to it, but they sniff and walk away. Meantime, we notice the silk. There are 8 strands of silk coming from the ceiling. Four connect to the egg sac, four go to the floor. There are small black spiders crawling down each one. Four go work on the eggs, four go to the floor and scatter across the living and family room. I dance around as the four scatter and I ask Chris what we are going to do.
He has a bunch of race car stickers. You are supposed to put them on a paper track. Some of them are big, so I suggest he take two and next time the 4 are working on the egg sac, he can cover them all and kill them. He is one step ahead and already stalking the sac with two big race car stickers. I look at the stickers and notice that there are an absurd amount of duck crossing stickers on this sheet with the race cars. I count them. There are 7. Some are in yellow, some in greys. Chris is about to close in on the sac and I wonder what we should do about the 4 spiders who scattered.
Then I wake up...
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