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. :)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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...
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