I was helping a friend rewrite his top ten list of things to do - like in life. His version wasn’t neat and had some Spanish items that were not spelled correctly. I can’t really remember who the person was - just that he was hispanic and didn’t know Spanish. My friend Kyle was in the room listening and Jose walked through briefly.
Items I remember:
- Collect 10 items of myself (like when famous people have merchandise) But he had already done that
- Sleep with the CBS soap opera stars on CBS soap operas (that’s how it was written)
- There was an item about ordering two beers in Spanish, but the words weren’t right and I’m not sure what the item itself was... maybe finally learn it correctly? I remember the word “dois” was used and it meant “beer!” Jose confirmed that the word that meant “Give me” was the actual word, but it was not “Da” or “Dame”
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
The One When Nick, Michelle and I Go For a Ride
I just had a dream that I was in the back seat of a car (SUV I think) with Michelle and Nick was in the front passenger seat in front of me. Nick had just gotten back from Arizona where he spent Xmas and he brought me back two packages of Starbursts that were all strawberry flavored. He was showing us pictures from his trip and a video that he took with 9mm film... It was fall there and the leaves were turning colors and he were wearing a jacket, which was weird.
The video went past these ruins really quickly - like a miniature stonehenge and he were more fascinated with turkeys and the leaves. Then the car was somehow down there and we saw a bunch of bald eagles. He said it was legal to shoot them down there as long as they were in flight. He had also gotten a new job working on the "Rob Roy" project.
The video went past these ruins really quickly - like a miniature stonehenge and he were more fascinated with turkeys and the leaves. Then the car was somehow down there and we saw a bunch of bald eagles. He said it was legal to shoot them down there as long as they were in flight. He had also gotten a new job working on the "Rob Roy" project.
The One When I Was Sarah Jessica Parker
I dreamed that I went to this gourmet grocery and got something to eat and a Chinese robe and then went to a hotel for some reason, although I did live in the area. I think for a moment in the dream I was Sarah Jessica Parker and was complaining that people only liked me for my shoes but today people didn't like my shoes, so I took them off and hung them in the closet with this special hanger for very expensive shoes. They were blue...
Then I was lying in the robe (I was myself again) and I couldn't remember paying for the food and robe, so I was trying to look up the number of the store in the phone book but it was FILLED with advertisements so it was impossible to find actual listings.
The One With the McDonald's Fiasco
I was on some sort of road trip with the parents, I think Dawn was there and the little girl who lives next to my parents was with us as well. We stopped at a rest stop that I had a really huge McDonald’s to get breakfast and it was like a really big buffet. You served yourself, but it wasn’t all-you-can-eat – you still paid for what you chose.
I remember picking some fruit, Panetone soaked in something, hash browns and I think an Egg McMuffin. Jim was there near the Panetone because he tried something near it (I think the bread pudding?) and said it tasted like it was soaked in alcohol, like rum or something.
When I was getting something, a woman next to me in the line at the buffet thing like backed into me. She was wearing this light blue knit sweater and was kind of fat – she had like rolls of fat that like went into my plate and like picked up some of my food. So I kind of yelled at her but got out of the way.
I went around the rest of the buffet and then went to get in line to pay. Then the same woman cuts in front of me and backs into me again, this time getting pretty much everything off my plate. I totally went off on her and was yelling at her (can’t remember what I said) but I was SO mad. I threw away what little was left on my plate and didn’t go back to get more and just stormed back to the others.
My parents and sister had turned into my neighbors, I think, because I remember talking with one of them about it as we walked back to the car. The woman passed me on the way and I think she was going to apologize but I told her, “I WARNED you to stay away from me!!”. I was close to just smashing her in the face.
I remember picking some fruit, Panetone soaked in something, hash browns and I think an Egg McMuffin. Jim was there near the Panetone because he tried something near it (I think the bread pudding?) and said it tasted like it was soaked in alcohol, like rum or something.
When I was getting something, a woman next to me in the line at the buffet thing like backed into me. She was wearing this light blue knit sweater and was kind of fat – she had like rolls of fat that like went into my plate and like picked up some of my food. So I kind of yelled at her but got out of the way.
I went around the rest of the buffet and then went to get in line to pay. Then the same woman cuts in front of me and backs into me again, this time getting pretty much everything off my plate. I totally went off on her and was yelling at her (can’t remember what I said) but I was SO mad. I threw away what little was left on my plate and didn’t go back to get more and just stormed back to the others.
My parents and sister had turned into my neighbors, I think, because I remember talking with one of them about it as we walked back to the car. The woman passed me on the way and I think she was going to apologize but I told her, “I WARNED you to stay away from me!!”. I was close to just smashing her in the face.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The One with the Hostage Situation(s)
The first part of the dream that I remember was that I was having dinner with some people, or at least we were in a place where people were having dinner. A group of hit-men came and threw these long grenade-type missiles at a table that blew up. I remember them being white and spinning around in the air.
These men were either assassins or mobsters that did jobs, and it seemed that I was often in the general area...
As I was running away from the scene, it became clear that somehow, unwittingly, I knew at least one of the hit-men. Someone was either asking me how I knew him or commented on how I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.
Next, I remember being in a bookstore, near the entrance, perhaps in a mall. It was like Borders or Barnes and Noble. The hit-men had followed me or something, but they weren’t chasing me specifically. At this point they all had guns and we all were lying on the floor. I think they were dressed in all black like SWAT guys or something.
A man near me was gathering little pieces of paper and was going to write something on it (on my dictation machine I used to record some dreams I said it said, “I can see it, can you?”) and he was going to try to do something to stop them. Like maybe a gun was going to fall and he was going to grab it. The guy needed a pen, and was going to actually try to get one from one of the gunmen, but I ended up giving him the pen.
But then this younger woman was trying to get money out of the ATM. I think she was one of the assassins’ targets. They knew that she was going to try the ATM, the card wouldn’t work and that’s how they were going to find her and confirm she was the one. She also needed a pen to sign a check that I think she was going to deposit.
All this time, we’re lying on the floor and the other guy with the paper and I were between two tables that books were on, or between two bookshelves, because it felt like a small place but relatively safe. They told her to come with them because her ATM wasn’t working, and I said, “You know, they’re going to shoot that poor woman, but don’t worry about it because we’re going to get through it.”
They started loading us onto the bus/train and I said, “Don’t look, they’re going to do it.” As we were driving away, they shot her by the ATM.
The inside of the train/bus was kind of like school bus - with seats that sat two, maybe three adults, and there was a longer, bench-type seat in the back that went all the way across the width. The train/bus changed shape a couple of times in the dream, however. It went from the bus configuration to more of a freight train car with a big ramp later on.
While it was the bus, I was sitting with an older woman as we were hostages, and I told her to move toward the front, because I had a bad feeling about our situation. It felt like I had the dream before, so I knew a little bit about what was going to happen.
A guy got onto the bus with a dog that was handicapped - it looked like it was missing a foot and was in general bad shape, and the guy looked like he might be homeless or something. But I knew in the dream that they were both faking it (including the dog who was trained to feign injuries) - they just wanted to get on the bus. I think the man was secretly a policeman or SWAT person or something.
As the guy moved to the back (at this point it transitioned to more of a freight train car type of deal with the big ramp... going up to a second level for storage or something), I followed them to the back and got like a greek salad. The salad dressing was like urine mixed with something. One of the hostage takers was like, “What is that?” I replied that it was some sort of ethnic food. But it turned out to just be Greek salad and I offered to give it to him, and he took it and put the dressing on the salad.
Then all of a sudden the train had stopped suddenly because we hit something and I was running forward toward the open front of the train car (the whole front was open). I would have been sliding or flying forward because of the sudden stop, but I was definitely running. I went flying out the front of the car onto the ground.
Something then slammed into the back of the train and the whole thing caught on fire. People started running out, including the hostage-takers. I ran in to try to save some people that were still in there - the old woman from before and another older black woman that reminded me of the older black woman in Speed.
But the old woman that I was talking to before decided to stay in there with her little dog - a little white dog - I think it was a poodle. I think she said something like she had lived long enough. I think the other woman was going to stay with her.
In the dream, I knew ahead of time that the train was going to get hit from behind but that I was going to be ejected just before that happened and that I wasn’t going to be injured. I also knew ahead of time that the woman was going to want to stay in the train.
These men were either assassins or mobsters that did jobs, and it seemed that I was often in the general area...
As I was running away from the scene, it became clear that somehow, unwittingly, I knew at least one of the hit-men. Someone was either asking me how I knew him or commented on how I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.
Next, I remember being in a bookstore, near the entrance, perhaps in a mall. It was like Borders or Barnes and Noble. The hit-men had followed me or something, but they weren’t chasing me specifically. At this point they all had guns and we all were lying on the floor. I think they were dressed in all black like SWAT guys or something.
A man near me was gathering little pieces of paper and was going to write something on it (on my dictation machine I used to record some dreams I said it said, “I can see it, can you?”) and he was going to try to do something to stop them. Like maybe a gun was going to fall and he was going to grab it. The guy needed a pen, and was going to actually try to get one from one of the gunmen, but I ended up giving him the pen.
But then this younger woman was trying to get money out of the ATM. I think she was one of the assassins’ targets. They knew that she was going to try the ATM, the card wouldn’t work and that’s how they were going to find her and confirm she was the one. She also needed a pen to sign a check that I think she was going to deposit.
All this time, we’re lying on the floor and the other guy with the paper and I were between two tables that books were on, or between two bookshelves, because it felt like a small place but relatively safe. They told her to come with them because her ATM wasn’t working, and I said, “You know, they’re going to shoot that poor woman, but don’t worry about it because we’re going to get through it.”
They started loading us onto the bus/train and I said, “Don’t look, they’re going to do it.” As we were driving away, they shot her by the ATM.
The inside of the train/bus was kind of like school bus - with seats that sat two, maybe three adults, and there was a longer, bench-type seat in the back that went all the way across the width. The train/bus changed shape a couple of times in the dream, however. It went from the bus configuration to more of a freight train car with a big ramp later on.
While it was the bus, I was sitting with an older woman as we were hostages, and I told her to move toward the front, because I had a bad feeling about our situation. It felt like I had the dream before, so I knew a little bit about what was going to happen.
A guy got onto the bus with a dog that was handicapped - it looked like it was missing a foot and was in general bad shape, and the guy looked like he might be homeless or something. But I knew in the dream that they were both faking it (including the dog who was trained to feign injuries) - they just wanted to get on the bus. I think the man was secretly a policeman or SWAT person or something.
As the guy moved to the back (at this point it transitioned to more of a freight train car type of deal with the big ramp... going up to a second level for storage or something), I followed them to the back and got like a greek salad. The salad dressing was like urine mixed with something. One of the hostage takers was like, “What is that?” I replied that it was some sort of ethnic food. But it turned out to just be Greek salad and I offered to give it to him, and he took it and put the dressing on the salad.
Then all of a sudden the train had stopped suddenly because we hit something and I was running forward toward the open front of the train car (the whole front was open). I would have been sliding or flying forward because of the sudden stop, but I was definitely running. I went flying out the front of the car onto the ground.
Something then slammed into the back of the train and the whole thing caught on fire. People started running out, including the hostage-takers. I ran in to try to save some people that were still in there - the old woman from before and another older black woman that reminded me of the older black woman in Speed.
But the old woman that I was talking to before decided to stay in there with her little dog - a little white dog - I think it was a poodle. I think she said something like she had lived long enough. I think the other woman was going to stay with her.
In the dream, I knew ahead of time that the train was going to get hit from behind but that I was going to be ejected just before that happened and that I wasn’t going to be injured. I also knew ahead of time that the woman was going to want to stay in the train.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The One with the Football and Cigarette
I had a dream last night that Marc, Ellen, Jeff, Mike and I were outside, at night, in a tennis court at a school. We were having some sort of party, I think, but Marc was like our sports coach. We were taking turns doing something with balls --- like we were taking turns at bat but we weren't playing baseball. I think we were using tennis balls and definitely a football.
So at one point I volunteered to throw the football for people because I didn't really like 'playing' - it was like I was doing the pitching for batting practice and not taking a turn at bat. Ellen was smoking and when I decided to that, I took over from her and took the rest of her cigarette. So I was throwing a football at the rest of you, who were drinking beers and stuff, with the cigarette hanging out of my mouth.
Monday, October 20, 2008
The One Where Indiana Jones is My Dad
My family (Mom, Dad, my sister and I) went to Fiji on some Indiana Jones-type of adventure, but my dad was the Indiana Jones guy. All I remember was our second trip - like we had to go back for something. In Fiji there was a big amusement park like Six Flags and we had to go through it to get to where the archaeological treasure was. I wanted to see more of Fiji and we were planning on going the same route to the treasure, and I wanted to go a different way to see if we could still get to it.
I remember there being a big tube type of ride - like a tube water slide but without water - on the left and we had to go up this stairwell thing that looked like a really big version of the wooden playground sets. Once we got up there, we walked across a big covered bridge type of thing and I was asking mom how long we were going to stay this time. She kept saying "3 months" but I knew that wasn't right, so I kept asking and she eventually said just two days and two nights... I thought that was a rediculous amount of time to come all the way to Fiji for!
We got to this big underground cavern where a sarcophagus / idol was. Dad had to cut his hand and get blood on it to wake it up. When he did, a big thundering voice said, "Who disturbs my rest?" as the sarcophagus opened. I think Dad needed to ask him something... like we had already gotten the treasure but needed to know something else. That's when my alarm went off.
I remember there being a big tube type of ride - like a tube water slide but without water - on the left and we had to go up this stairwell thing that looked like a really big version of the wooden playground sets. Once we got up there, we walked across a big covered bridge type of thing and I was asking mom how long we were going to stay this time. She kept saying "3 months" but I knew that wasn't right, so I kept asking and she eventually said just two days and two nights... I thought that was a rediculous amount of time to come all the way to Fiji for!
We got to this big underground cavern where a sarcophagus / idol was. Dad had to cut his hand and get blood on it to wake it up. When he did, a big thundering voice said, "Who disturbs my rest?" as the sarcophagus opened. I think Dad needed to ask him something... like we had already gotten the treasure but needed to know something else. That's when my alarm went off.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Dream Books
Following is a listing of the dream books I own... some I bought for myself, others were given as gifts.
Dream Dictionary: An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind Tony Crisp, Wings Books - This is probably my favorite of the bunch... it has more variety of entries, has examples, and is slightly more academic feeling. Some entries are extensive, with the "Archetypes" entry 15 pages long. There's not much other than dream dictionary entries, but it's the first book I turn to for symbol explanation suggestions. | |
| The Illustrated Dream Dictionary Russell Grant, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc. - Much less verbose than Tony Crisp's book, although some entries have many sub-topics. This book seems to focus on the possibly predictive nature of dreams (i.e. dream of this and that will happen). | |
Remembering & Understanding Your Dreams Craig Hamilton-Parker, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc. - Pretty interesting, has illustrations by Steinar Lund and Lynne Milton. It's much more than a simple dream dictionary, but the dictionary itself is not nearly as extensive as others. Interesting topics like lucid dreaming, common dreams and famous dreamers. |
Dream Themes: Peeing
The dreams you're most likely to remember are ones where you wake up in the middle... you just don't have time to forget about it while you continue your rest. Often, people remember the last dream they had just before waking up for good in the morning... and one thing that comes along with waking up is your morning pee.
I find that I incorporate real-life sounds, feelings, etc. in my dreams. I recall having a dream where I was outside, and in real life, my mother opened my bedroom door to wake me up. In my dream, a door appeared out of thin air and opened just before I woke up.
I have seemingly countless dreams where I have to pee... sometimes I actually get to pee (and, contrary to popular belief I do NOT actually pee the bed), but most of the time I'm stuck endlessly getting interrupted.
Sometimes I walk into a bathroom and all the toilets and urinals are so disgustingly filthy I can't bring myself to use them.
Other times, I'll be in a bathroom with dozens of urinals or toilets, I get ready to go, and someone will come in and - with all the free spaces - will come and stand right next to me.
I've had dreams of peeing into the strangest locations - once a beautiful gold or bronze bejeweled bowl, I remember.
I just looked up "urine/urinate" in one of my dream books, "Dream Dictionary: An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind" and it says, "Dreams in which we try to go to the toilet but it is mysteriously locked or closed, may be due to the need to pee during the night." (p. 394)
It was interesting that two of my other dream books didn't even go near the subject. Perhaps it's too "dirty"????
I know whenever I have the dream I wake up and always have to go...
See dreams in the blog that have to do with peeing.
See dreams in the blog that have to do with peeing.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
The One with the Mugging and the Dead Vice Principal
In this dream, I was someone else... like I was watching it in the first person. I was at the mall in my father's car. I was in college student and I was waiting to pick up my father who was at the mall doing something. Some kid either opened my door or came to my window and robbed me. He held a knife to my throat and wanted to take all of my money. I gave it to him (which wasn't a lot) and my father came and ended up giving him all of his money as well and the kid left. A guy from work was in the dream at some point; I think he was a police officer. I think we filed a report with him, or something.
I ended up finding out who the kid was that robbed me somehow. I had to go around a neighborhood trying to find where his house was. Once I found him, I ended up being nice to him and we ended up being friends. We had a class together in school.
The classes took place in classrooms that were in storefronts in the mall, kind of interspersed among the other, regular stores in the mall. So this kid, I can't remember his name exactly but I thought it was three letters but I want to say it was Alex, became kind of someone I was trying to take under my wing and turn him around.
At one point we were in a hallway (at this point it seemed like a regular high school and not a mall) and there were a bunch of people outside gathering around an event that was happening. It turns out Alex had strangled one of the vice principals of the school (Mr. XXXXXX, it seems, from my high school in real life). We looked outside and we saw the VP lying in the road covered in a blanket or tarp. There was a girl near us - I think she was taking nursing or something - saying she tried to help him in his last moments.
We all went back to class, including Alex, and were sitting in a classroom, but on the floor on the perimeter of the room (this is how we always sat, it seems). Alex came in last. He sat in the middle of the classroom because he knew no one would want to sit next to him, but then he asked if he could next to me and I said he could. Everyone was staring at him. There was one guy that was getting all up in arms against him and I stood up to defend him. I was going to tell the story about how he robbed me and how he had made so much progress.
There was a girl named Temika in the classroom that we knew and her sister opened the door to the class and pointed a gun at me and fired. But Temika had put a blank in the gun, almost knowing that she was going to do that. I followed her out into the hallway and tackled or tripped her and ended up bashing her head into the wall until she was unconscious.
I came back into the classroom and started telling people that Alex was one of the most misunderstood people I had ever met. People thought he was stupid, and he's not. People didn't know that he had a hard life. Then I started telling the story about how we had met and how he had robbed me and that I had gotten to know him and we became friends even after that. Temika was going to defend him too.
It was a very long dream and there were a lot of other details I can't remember.
I ended up finding out who the kid was that robbed me somehow. I had to go around a neighborhood trying to find where his house was. Once I found him, I ended up being nice to him and we ended up being friends. We had a class together in school.
The classes took place in classrooms that were in storefronts in the mall, kind of interspersed among the other, regular stores in the mall. So this kid, I can't remember his name exactly but I thought it was three letters but I want to say it was Alex, became kind of someone I was trying to take under my wing and turn him around.
At one point we were in a hallway (at this point it seemed like a regular high school and not a mall) and there were a bunch of people outside gathering around an event that was happening. It turns out Alex had strangled one of the vice principals of the school (Mr. XXXXXX, it seems, from my high school in real life). We looked outside and we saw the VP lying in the road covered in a blanket or tarp. There was a girl near us - I think she was taking nursing or something - saying she tried to help him in his last moments.
We all went back to class, including Alex, and were sitting in a classroom, but on the floor on the perimeter of the room (this is how we always sat, it seems). Alex came in last. He sat in the middle of the classroom because he knew no one would want to sit next to him, but then he asked if he could next to me and I said he could. Everyone was staring at him. There was one guy that was getting all up in arms against him and I stood up to defend him. I was going to tell the story about how he robbed me and how he had made so much progress.
There was a girl named Temika in the classroom that we knew and her sister opened the door to the class and pointed a gun at me and fired. But Temika had put a blank in the gun, almost knowing that she was going to do that. I followed her out into the hallway and tackled or tripped her and ended up bashing her head into the wall until she was unconscious.
I came back into the classroom and started telling people that Alex was one of the most misunderstood people I had ever met. People thought he was stupid, and he's not. People didn't know that he had a hard life. Then I started telling the story about how we had met and how he had robbed me and that I had gotten to know him and we became friends even after that. Temika was going to defend him too.
It was a very long dream and there were a lot of other details I can't remember.
Friday, January 25, 2008
The One with Magic and Naked Demons
The first part of my dream was that I was on some sort of educational trip - either for school or training for work. I remember being on a bus and taking notes and then getting off at a bus stop and having to walk home with my luggage. I was dropped off and was walking toward my parents' house.
But then I was staying at someone else's house like I was visiting them on vacation or something. I remember sitting in bed and there were sliding glass doors in the bedroom and I could see into the back yard of the house. There were all these people (seemed to be young 20's) playing some sort of live role playing game.
At one point, in the back yard there was a woman walking in the yard next to the house I was staying at and it looked like there was a bear in the back yard of the house I was staying at. Then something vague happened and the woman got “hit” and I don't know if she fake-died or what, but something happened in the game.
Then someone was talking to me about the game and asked me if I noticed that when I couldn't see the person in the backyard, they actually looked like a bear. Apparently when the person was covered (they had like a blanket or cloak or something they pulled over their head and were in shadow) they could take the shape of something else - in this case, a bear.
As the other person was telling me this, I noticed that the bear person had a cold, so I concentrated really hard and held out my hand and this little bubble appeared by magic and floated over to the person. The person who was explaining this stuff to me got kind of mad and said I shouldn't have done it or something but I said it was only a cough drop.
Then I was on a street and a guy from work appeared from a neighbor's house and he was running around naked and his body was all one color - a weird color like red or blue or something. I ran toward him with my hands out and my power at that point was to suppress his power until I grabbed him by the balls which made it so he couldn't do anything. I had to even kind of dig my nails in. It was kind of like I was playing the game City of Villains in real life or something.
Then I was trying out some other powers - once again I thought I might have the power where I slapped my hands together I could make a sonic boom but that didn't really work out well.
But then I was staying at someone else's house like I was visiting them on vacation or something. I remember sitting in bed and there were sliding glass doors in the bedroom and I could see into the back yard of the house. There were all these people (seemed to be young 20's) playing some sort of live role playing game.
At one point, in the back yard there was a woman walking in the yard next to the house I was staying at and it looked like there was a bear in the back yard of the house I was staying at. Then something vague happened and the woman got “hit” and I don't know if she fake-died or what, but something happened in the game.
Then someone was talking to me about the game and asked me if I noticed that when I couldn't see the person in the backyard, they actually looked like a bear. Apparently when the person was covered (they had like a blanket or cloak or something they pulled over their head and were in shadow) they could take the shape of something else - in this case, a bear.
As the other person was telling me this, I noticed that the bear person had a cold, so I concentrated really hard and held out my hand and this little bubble appeared by magic and floated over to the person. The person who was explaining this stuff to me got kind of mad and said I shouldn't have done it or something but I said it was only a cough drop.
Then I was on a street and a guy from work appeared from a neighbor's house and he was running around naked and his body was all one color - a weird color like red or blue or something. I ran toward him with my hands out and my power at that point was to suppress his power until I grabbed him by the balls which made it so he couldn't do anything. I had to even kind of dig my nails in. It was kind of like I was playing the game City of Villains in real life or something.
Then I was trying out some other powers - once again I thought I might have the power where I slapped my hands together I could make a sonic boom but that didn't really work out well.
Monday, January 21, 2008
The One Where I Worked at Big Y
I had a dream I wanted to make more money to buy a harp, so I got a job at Big Y. I was working at one location as a cashier, and I used a couple of different registers… one of them even had an old Apple computer attached to it – I can’t remember the reason why. But then they had me go to a different location in Westfield. I think it was 150 The street. It was definitely The street though…
I went looking for the store, but I had trouble finding it, so I called my mom. I asked where The street was (pronouncing it like “thuh” as usual but it was actually pronounced “thee”). She kind of explained where it was and I went looking for it. I had been heading in the wrong direction to start and these two women that worked at a local hospital (I assume as much because they were wearing scrubs) told me it was the other way, up a bunch of steps.
I went by a historic location called the "something" Gates… where "something" is the name of someone… I can’t remember the name, though. Then I had to go through this arcade area – it was like a plaza but all the stores were arcades… kind of like at an amusement park or something because there were railings everywhere. I kept jumping over the railings because they were in the way, and other people were too, but when they did, these girls that worked there would beat them up. The girls tried to beat me up, too, but I hit one back and they thought I was cute so they didn’t bother me much – they just flirted. I never did find the store… I found the street, but not the store.
I went looking for the store, but I had trouble finding it, so I called my mom. I asked where The street was (pronouncing it like “thuh” as usual but it was actually pronounced “thee”). She kind of explained where it was and I went looking for it. I had been heading in the wrong direction to start and these two women that worked at a local hospital (I assume as much because they were wearing scrubs) told me it was the other way, up a bunch of steps.
I went by a historic location called the "something" Gates… where "something" is the name of someone… I can’t remember the name, though. Then I had to go through this arcade area – it was like a plaza but all the stores were arcades… kind of like at an amusement park or something because there were railings everywhere. I kept jumping over the railings because they were in the way, and other people were too, but when they did, these girls that worked there would beat them up. The girls tried to beat me up, too, but I hit one back and they thought I was cute so they didn’t bother me much – they just flirted. I never did find the store… I found the street, but not the store.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The One with the Necklace and Stolen Cell Phones
I was over my uncle's, in a finished basement at something that resembled a sleepover. Two guys (both from work) and I were in a bed trying to sleep, but it was obviously difficult to get comfortable with all of us in the same bed. I took my pillow and a blanket and started to head upstairs to sleep somewhere else.
On the stairs, on the vertical part of one of the steps, was some sort of stickers or something (maybe Christmas-related stuff?) on display for sale. It was as if my aunt had a mini store going on in her home - like when people came to visit, she would try to sell them something. At the top of the stairs, kind of like it was the topmost stair itself, was a cash register for handling such transactions.
My cousin was in a room upstairs with her daughter and I remember thinking it was weird for her to be up so late.
Then we were somewhere else, in a car, driving into a gas station type of business. At this point I think I knew that my parents were divorced and my mom did not have custody of us (not sure if my dad did, either). We were looking for my sister and she was with my aunt and uncle at this gas station. There was a table outside in the parking lot with a bunch of cell phones and something else for sale. It seems my aunt and uncle (and maybe my cousin, too) had stolen the phones and were selling them there at the station (because maybe they knew the owner?).
Near the gas station was a house that my mom used to live in. It was boarded up and looked dangerous and it indeed was condemned.
My mom had a necklace that fell down the sink and she managed to get it out after some guy told her how to do that. When she retrieved it, she had to do so from the faucet, not from the drain. The necklace was damaged. This part appeared to be some sort of flashback because at the end of the dream, there was some sort of revelation that my mom had always worn a necklace that was made from the remaining parts of the original necklace that had fallen into the sink. I remember the new necklace had a clasp where one end is a closed circle and the other is like a post shaped like a bar that is inserted into the circle.
But it seemed like we were trying to find the original necklace but we finally realized that is what happened to it... she had been wearing it all along and we had forgotten that was remade.
On the stairs, on the vertical part of one of the steps, was some sort of stickers or something (maybe Christmas-related stuff?) on display for sale. It was as if my aunt had a mini store going on in her home - like when people came to visit, she would try to sell them something. At the top of the stairs, kind of like it was the topmost stair itself, was a cash register for handling such transactions.
My cousin was in a room upstairs with her daughter and I remember thinking it was weird for her to be up so late.
Then we were somewhere else, in a car, driving into a gas station type of business. At this point I think I knew that my parents were divorced and my mom did not have custody of us (not sure if my dad did, either). We were looking for my sister and she was with my aunt and uncle at this gas station. There was a table outside in the parking lot with a bunch of cell phones and something else for sale. It seems my aunt and uncle (and maybe my cousin, too) had stolen the phones and were selling them there at the station (because maybe they knew the owner?).
Near the gas station was a house that my mom used to live in. It was boarded up and looked dangerous and it indeed was condemned.
My mom had a necklace that fell down the sink and she managed to get it out after some guy told her how to do that. When she retrieved it, she had to do so from the faucet, not from the drain. The necklace was damaged. This part appeared to be some sort of flashback because at the end of the dream, there was some sort of revelation that my mom had always worn a necklace that was made from the remaining parts of the original necklace that had fallen into the sink. I remember the new necklace had a clasp where one end is a closed circle and the other is like a post shaped like a bar that is inserted into the circle.
But it seemed like we were trying to find the original necklace but we finally realized that is what happened to it... she had been wearing it all along and we had forgotten that was remade.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
The One with Ella, the Presentation and the Threat
I had to give a presentation at work and I was in a hallway that was like the hall around an arena where they serve food and stuff. I went to the bathroom and was peeing and this guy I went to High School with, let's call him Rob, was all of sudden standing next to me. He just kind of looked at me and this necklace I had around my neck (might have been just a silver chain) and then he went and stood next to another guy. Then he started hitting that guy, and they were kind of slapping at each other. The other guy washed his hands quickly and left. I washed my hands and left shortly after.
Then I was back in the hall way and Rob came up next to me and seemed kind of angry. He was telling me about this guy Jacob Brown or something like that and a story about him that I had to do with. Then I looked at him and said, “That was a dream!” It was a dream I had and posted it on my blog. Then Rob said, “You put that up on YouTube?” In my dream I said yes, but YouTube, Facebook and blog were like all the same thing. Then he kind of halfway pulled a knife out of his shirt and I stepped back and was like, “Oh my god, someone help me!” But no one working at the food places heard because I said it softly. But then he didn't do anything anyway and went away. I went on to my presentation.
Gina from work and I both had to give presentations and I think before all of the above happened, we were in a meeting trying to figure out a problem at work, but the time was getting close so we had to go get our notes. I got mine and went to the auditorium where we were giving them. I had to walk through another auditorium where two people were really annoying people coming in because they were repeatedly telling people to take their seats even though people where just coming in and whatever they were doing wasn't starting for a little bit.
I got to the auditorium where our thing was taking places - it was just for practice I think - and there were already a few people in there and one woman was practicing her speech. I took my seat.
The next thing I remember I was in someone's living room - I think in the dream it was in the house or apartment a woman that lived on the next street from my parents' house. The rug was weird in that it was like a normal run but had long, 4 inch pieces that stood straight up like a really long shag carpet but the long pieces weren't as densely packed together. But we were all watching Ella Fitzgerald sing. In the dream I loved the way she spoke between pieces. She seemed so nice and had this southern black accent that was just dripping with honey. We made it through about 7 songs before I woke up.
Then I was back in the hall way and Rob came up next to me and seemed kind of angry. He was telling me about this guy Jacob Brown or something like that and a story about him that I had to do with. Then I looked at him and said, “That was a dream!” It was a dream I had and posted it on my blog. Then Rob said, “You put that up on YouTube?” In my dream I said yes, but YouTube, Facebook and blog were like all the same thing. Then he kind of halfway pulled a knife out of his shirt and I stepped back and was like, “Oh my god, someone help me!” But no one working at the food places heard because I said it softly. But then he didn't do anything anyway and went away. I went on to my presentation.
Gina from work and I both had to give presentations and I think before all of the above happened, we were in a meeting trying to figure out a problem at work, but the time was getting close so we had to go get our notes. I got mine and went to the auditorium where we were giving them. I had to walk through another auditorium where two people were really annoying people coming in because they were repeatedly telling people to take their seats even though people where just coming in and whatever they were doing wasn't starting for a little bit.
I got to the auditorium where our thing was taking places - it was just for practice I think - and there were already a few people in there and one woman was practicing her speech. I took my seat.
The next thing I remember I was in someone's living room - I think in the dream it was in the house or apartment a woman that lived on the next street from my parents' house. The rug was weird in that it was like a normal run but had long, 4 inch pieces that stood straight up like a really long shag carpet but the long pieces weren't as densely packed together. But we were all watching Ella Fitzgerald sing. In the dream I loved the way she spoke between pieces. She seemed so nice and had this southern black accent that was just dripping with honey. We made it through about 7 songs before I woke up.
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