Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Dentures here I come!

2005-05-06T10:25:00.000-05:00

how disturbing.
last night i dreamt i had a problem with one of my braces. so I decided to just take them all off.
I looked in the mirror and my teeth were NOT my teeth, but they looked good!
i had this cool new smile. i was like. wow braces really do change your teeth!
so anyway i then brushed my teeth and one of the bottom teeth got pushed in, like it was loose.
then the same happened with my two top teeth. suddenly i looked like bugs bunny.
i was able to move my teeth back into place somewhat, but my two bottom teeth were
hanging on by threads, kind of like when you had a loose tooth when you were a kid
it was horrifying
i wasnt sure if i should call the ortho or my dentist
i decided on my dentist, and once again (this has happened before) he was practicing out
of his house
it was just weird.
well i remember thinking how i hoped this wasnt real, and i woke up and my tongue brushed across
my teeth.......I HAD TEETH AND THEY WERENT LOOSE! talk about relief.

two nights ago i dreamt i was on the phone with my half sis. i realized it was 2:40 and
my wedding was at 3:15!!!! and my hair wasn't done yet.
so i immediately got off the phone and said "EVERYONE FUCKING LISTEN UP" and i started
delegating tasks. "MOM - YOU GET THE BRIDESMAIDS DRESSES TO THE CHURCH" etc etc.
i kept thinkin there was NO way i could get to the hair salon and have it done by 3:15 because
it takes an hour to do the UpDo!
i was also struggling because i had been seeing alex from the apprentice, well at least i
think thats his name, i dont remember. and seeing that i just had seen MTV's "TRue Life - Friends
with Benefits" , he was kind of this guy i was hanging around...i wonder if i should
have sex with him before i got married, to get it out of my system
quite honeslty i dont even know if i was marrying randy
but i struggled with this infideility decision

i also of course saw the trash again. i went up to them and thought ...this time its real thank
GOD!!! "just tell me what the fuck we did to piss you off??" and of course they never
have good answers
bitches

Long time no blog

2005-05-04T08:08:00.000-05:00

Last night, a school was in session in my bedroom, at night. No nothing that exciting happened. We were going over math problems in our book and the teacher said we would go around the room. Well I wasn't paying attention so there was this silence when I was supposed to go, but before I could figure it out, the next person had taken over my problem. I didn't like the way people were looking at me, so I gut up and left...to the living room. My mom came in and told me to get back in there, then started walking off when I firmly said Fuck You. Let's just say she turned around pretty quickly. We got in a heated argument, and I told her that the teacher was a child molester, though I don't think he was, I was just trying to get her to lay off.
There was another dream, but I'm too lazy now.

back to vegas - again!

2005-05-03T09:27:00.000-05:00

so i was in vegas for the wedding.
for some reason everyone was fighting with everyone else
turns out my cousin (the sister of the bride) had just gotten killed
in a car accident a week before
so everyone was pretty depressed
basically i dont remember details
i just remember randy and i somehow ending up on a fear factor stunt while
in vegas
then dreamblugger came up to me and said she was leaving early since she didnt
feel good
i was quite annoyed but didnt let it show
so then we were all gathering to leave vegas when i realize
i had totally forgotten to go to my cousin's wedding
i said to myself "how the hell did this 4 days go so fast....i didnt spend any time
with my family, and i didnt get my dollar margaritas at the ho, nor did i play blackjack"
then i started praying "please let this all be a dream, so i can do this all
over again but do it RIGHT!!!"

luckily i woke up. i was so relieved.

sniff i smell garbage!

2005-05-02T08:52:00.000-05:00

so while dreamblugger and i were taking a walk, we saw small trash walk by. i said "HI!!!" and looked
at dreamblugger with the look of "is this real?" and small trash says hi but
very snottily
it pissed me off
so i went up to her and said, what did dreamblugger and i do to piss you two off?
she had no good reason, which is what id expect in real life.
i went on to tell her i saw murriah mae and marrie at a restaurant, told her the kid
was totally cute!
also commented on how i saw her half sis in the paper for her engagement
she said the guy is still married, so that kind of is pissing everyone off
so you heard it here first!
i think then big trash popped into the picture and we all were frenz again
*swoooooooooon* oh i wish!!!

discussin' dreams in a dream

2005-04-29T11:37:00.000-05:00

dreamblugger and i were in skewl, it was a high school but we were taking college classes i believe.
we were walking around the school which was unfamiliar to me, talking about how in dreams we
can never find our way to class. either we cant get into the locker, can't find the classroom, or have
neglected to go to class for months and now its finals time.
it was funny that in our dreams we were talking about dreams
and when we finally got to our classroom we made a point of saying how since we found our way that it wasnt a dream
turns out it was band class!
i realized i hadnt played the clarinet in a long damn time and with my new braces how
was i going to blow??? i was very concerned and then thought, why the fuck am i in band? i thought
i quit.
*sigh* there was much going on at this skewl, i think Gossh Traynor was trying to get
fresh with me too.

Grandma's moving out

2005-04-27T09:22:00.000-05:00

I was at my grandparents house with my mom and my two aunts. Things were almost all moved out of the house, and it was so bare looking (the house was not a faithful recreation of the real thing). I was a bit surprised at some of the things that had been taken out, like the little decorative things my granma had hanging over the stove. It was kinda sad to see the house like this so I went downstairs. At the bottom of the steps, I saw this other room that I had never seen before. I went into it, and it was a longer room, and it had two couches in it, and 3 tvs. I had to choke back a few tears. I went rummaging around and found a toy closet, and then a bunch of legos sets. I got this evil idea, and then spent the next few minutes sneaking all the boxes to the car. There were also two patio doors in the room, and I looked out into the backyard, and realized just how long their house had been. My grandpa's car was parked out back, which I thought was odd, because I never remembered their driveway going back there.

After I woke up, I remembered that there had been a secret room in my grandparents basement before, but somewhat different. I wonder what the significance of secret rooms is.

The Bishop!

2005-04-26T10:16:00.000-05:00

I'll get to the bishop later, because I keep forgetting this other dream. I was in college again, and for some reason I was in this small classroom, and I decided to write a phone number up on the white board. Except I used permanent marker. I kept sprayign it with the whiteboard cleaner, but it just smeared it over the entire board, so I just left it. I left to room, and I was going to go back to my own room, which had been a single, when I found out that I had been moved back into a double. I walked in, and I could hear my old roomie Katie, who I hated with every fiber of my being. She was very surprised to see me, and I could tell she wasn't happy. Her friend was with her, who she had been sharing the double with and who was now on her way out. They were being really rude to me, so I shut and locked my half of the room (apparently that was a new feature). my room was huge though, and I had a double bed in there, and a kitchen table. I was kinda excited about it.

There were other dreams, but since we just saw the Bishop last night, I'll blog the Bishop dream. We were in a renovated church, which in a previous life had been a hardware store. I thought it funny that they had left the tools sign up, (it was big, but the letters were made out of tools, like the T was a hammer, I think the L was a yardstick...thinking abotu it I think they did that kind of thing for teh show Home Improvement). The Bishop was talkign up front, wearing his red robes and his hat, aka the meider (don't know how to spell that). There was also a ladder up there, and he started climbing up with his back towards us. I was getting nervous, and I'm like he's going to fall he's going to fall, hey you're not supposed to go up over that one rung. he goes to the top and I'm expecting it to tip over, when he takes a dive from it. Midair I'm thinking 1. he's either trying to kill himself, or 2. he's got a net down there that we can't see. As he's going down he just stops and is hanging there, so I guess he had a safety harness on. That was it, but I thought it was somewhat funny.

flat line!

2005-04-26T09:17:00.000-05:00

i remember being rushed to a hospital
i was feeling faint and had apparently contracted a deadly case of the flu
i remember being wheeled into a hospital room where i saw
the other patient, who was an auditor that was working with us at my job for 4 months
some creepy man was by her side
i was quite out of it, but suddenly the auditor (we'll call her Susan), flat lined.
The nurses came in and zipped her out of the room.
I was wondering how that happened, when that man said he did it, he had put some poison in
her IV
The next nurse I saw, I told her what he said.
But i knew i was a dead woman
I got clothed and took off
I found my mom parked in the hospital parking lot, and i knew this man was
right behind me
i saw my niece and nephew standing beside the car
i told them in the angriest, scariest voice imagineable to "GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, NOW!!!!"
i told my mom to "fucking step on it"
a car chase ensued.
at one point he finally caught up and i figured i was dead
i was trying to convince him not to kill me
i woke up and was pretty scared
it was just too realistic
i remembered so much more detail this morning
*sigh*

Ouch

2005-04-25T08:57:00.000-05:00

I was somehow involved in a military battle that was just getting out of control. I don't remember much, except there was this guy in charge who was not what you would call a nice guy. As such, he was enjoying himself in cutting off people's heads. Which would be cool in dreams, except suddenly he grabbed me. I remember being held down, my head facing away from him. Then I remember feeling the knife start at the back of my neck and how it was jerking my body around when he started his sawing motions. There was no pain, but there was a fear of pain, and I could feel it as my head was slowing being severed from my body, and a gradual increase in the numbness. Once I "died" though, my subconscious was nice enough to put me right back in the middle of the battle so I could be captured again. I had my head cut off at least twice, possibly three times. I did find it odd though when I woke up that I wasn't sick to my stomach. Guess it just wasn't realistic enough.

Flow Strikes Miami!

2005-04-22T12:40:00.000-05:00

I was hanging out on a Miami beach recently, with some folks from CSI Miami. David Carusso was standing next to me, along with the cop chick, I think she's spanish. Carusso wanted her to do something, but she, in her little accent, said she couldn't, that she had to go because she was bleeding. I thought this was funny, because I assumed Carusso would think she cut herself, while I knew better, she was being struck by the flow. I felt bad for her though, I really did, considering she was wearing a bikini. She then ran off to the bathrooms, and I was now treated with a birds eye view of what happened next. I could not help but snicker while watching as she ran along the beach, with blood spirting from her bathing suit, as though someone had taken a hose and, well, you can paint your own picture. It was really coming out. Then a doctor happened to be nearby when she collapsed, probably from the loss of blood, and said "oh, doctor, I do not feel so good" (say it in a...actually she might be itallian...accent) Carusso just stood by like an idiot.
Then I woke up from my dream, except I was still dreaming. I woke up sitting on a hotel toilet in nothing but a shirt. Then I panicked when I realized the door was unlocked and slightly ajar. EEEEK!!

Update. Ok apparently she was born in switzerland to greek and italian parents. so what does that make her accent? I do not know. Oh dear, she was in a movie called "double bang" any guess as to what that was about? *dying*

Lost at the 'Ho

2005-04-22T09:06:00.000-05:00

so i was in vegas, staying at the westward ho
there were apparently 4 differnet wings and we were in the one where you
just lay on your beach chair inside by a pool
well turns out dreamblugger's family was with us too
for some reason we ended up sleeping out there and i realized we never checked into our room
which pissed me off since we were paying for it
so i went to the front desk to get our key
i walked to the wing where our room was
after i threw my stuff in there i was desperately trying to get back
to the area i was in with everyone else
but i just kept finding pools and kid playground type things, and i just
kept going in circles
it was horrible
finally i found my way back and dreamblugger made her mom get
culvers for everyone so out the door she went
i was wondering if she could even find a culvers in vegas

so my other dream was that arin plezents had been in a coma the last few years
and just woke up
we were filling him in on everything that happened
britnee williamzen was there, and she was all geeked out
i asked her if it was true she popped out 3 kids after high school and
she said yeah she loved being a mom
we played some catch up and that was it
lame boring dreams, but what can you do?

Randy cheats!!!

2005-04-21T08:21:00.000-05:00

I remember the trash being in my living room along with dreamblugger. I was saying "this has to be a dream......." so i looked around but everything appeared to be legit. SO i started asking the trash why the hell they ditched me that one time, and what did i do to piss them off? (this must have happened because one of the trash's sisters was in the paper for an engagement picture).
Well they didnt answer me, so i went into the kitchen and noticed things looked strange. I saw Randy and asked him if he had sex with someone else, and he didnt answer. I asked if he just kissed and he said yes. I got so pissed he cheated on me. I slapped him so many times. It was like for 5 min straight i just slapped him as hard as i could, i was so upset. I told him i was moving out so the trash started moving my stuff out.

Also dreamt i was dating arin dish. WTF? I would never date a short guy.

In another dream turns out my sister and her husband, along with Randy and I, quite often watched movies together in our bedroom. My dad started accusing me of having orgies with them. I told him i wouldn't fuk my sister!!! it was just weird.

Bad day at school

2005-04-19T08:54:00.000-05:00

I think I was in high school, and I went to the first class of the day, I guess also of the year. I tried to find my class list, didn't find it but knew I was in the same classroom for at least 3 or 4 classes in a row. The classroom was more like a college lecture room, it was rather large for high school, and the desks were set on an incline. I don't remember the first thing that went wrong that morning, but I know class was stopped while I was yelling. Then in between classes, Kris McDonald walked into the set of sets ahead of me, talking to I think her name was Cassie, long dark strait hair, hung out in the dumb croud? Well, I had my backpack open on the floor at my feet, and while he was looking at her, started swearing and poured some soda right into my backpack. He didn't do it on purpose but I was pissed. I grabbed his soda and swearing up a storm, I poured some on him (I was now at the front of the room near the teacher, who I think was becoming increasingly scared of me). Then some kid made some comment about me and I went over to him and tossed some soda on his crotch to make it look like he pissed his pants. Then I went back over to Kris, appologized, and gave him the rest of his soda back. I went back and sat down, waaay in the back. I just remember being very angry, and that the teacher was giving me these weird looks, like he was affriad of pissing me off, lest I go postal on him.

me + dreamblugger + lucidity = FUN!!

2005-04-19T07:51:00.000-05:00

*edited for content*

Accident, death, revenge, a new pope? They're all here!

2005-04-18T09:28:00.000-05:00

All the relatives had been over to our house for some holiday, I think it must have been Christmas since there was snow on the ground. They had just all left, and I had put on my new t-shirt, when I saw my cousin in the window. I turned around smiling to show her the back of my shirt, but a smile never came to her face. I went to the front door and opened it up. She was near tears, and blurted out something about an accident, that "they" were hit. I knew something was terribly wrong, but I didn't know who "they" were, and I was very anxious to hear the news. Then she told me that both of my nieces were killed in the accident. It was a very strange moment then, probably one more of disbelief than of sadness. Later my aunt told me mom, and it was then that I think it really sunk in, and I began to cry. I don't think this part was in my dream, but I did go after the person who was driving the car that hit them, and I killed him. I was then put on trial, except now I was a Cardinal, I had my robes on, and my little red hat (I don't know what they're called). I was awaiting the entrance of the judge when the doors swung open and out marched a group of other Cardianals, followed by what I assumed was the newly elected pope, decked out in white with the papal hat, and a long white beard. I was very confused, and we sat down, I sat next to the pope. He put his arm around me and I just felt comforted. I woke up, but I tried hard to go back to sleep, thinking I might find out the outcome of my trial. Dammit I wanna know if I'm guilty!

Old dream, New Post

2005-04-16T10:19:00.000-05:00

I had to pre-type my other dream, and while looking at old word docs, ran into a dream I typed up. I don't know if I typed it up for the blog, or just to tell dreamblogger. It is vaguely familiar though. Very weird.

Ok, I'm going to pre-type this dream, because i must get it down now before it is forgotten.

It all began amidst the playing grounds of school. what school it was exactly i don't know, it did not match up with any layout of the schools we went to. it was gym class, and we were all battling in a fierce game of soccer. only in this game you could also use your hands. everyone was taking it very seriously. i remember melissa wendorf was out there, and um....that's all i remember but they were familiar people i remember that. unfortunately, you were nowhere to be found.

After gym was over it began to rain, and i began to run to school, through the bowl of wilson. i became concerned that with the slick grass i would not be able to run up the slope. there were no problems, however, and i continued into the school. i began wondering the halls trying to find the auditorium and band room. i wandered aimlessly, frustrated that this happened to me everytime. as i was walking down the hall completely lost, i refused to show it. Upon realizing i was not heading in the right direction, instead of turning around, i took the stairs in a show of confidence that i knew where i was going. i shortly ended up on the far east of the building, and emerged amongst the outdoor gardens outside the lobby. (yes, wilson had some outdoor gardens, a well maintained grounds, and lavish guests) It was not until now that i realized i had be carrying some papers with me. although i do not know with any certainty what exactly those papers contained, i theorize they may have had something to do with the band concert i was attempting to participate in. as i began to walk out on the sunsplashed patio (as it had recently stopped raining, the puddles dried now by the rising sun) i saw a large group of people walking across the patio toward me in orderly line. by the ratio of students to parents, i ascertained that this was a walking tour of the school for those first attending the school the next year, and orientation. with papers in hand, i did not want to be confused as someone touring the school, the thought disgusted me as i had paid my dues, and was well ahead academically of these...these children. i let the group pass, but then followed an asian girl and her father up a narrow staircase, as i continued my quest for the bandroom. upon hearing a clack on the floor as we ascended the stairs, i thought the girl had dropped something, and scanned the floor anxiously for it. all i found was a plastic square, with the applebees logo on it. as there were many more scattered throughout the staircase, i guessed that it was not what was lost, and i shrugged it off as i continued upward.

walking back to the western half of the building, i ended up running into my arch nemesis. she was sitting on a radiator coming off the wall, and i joined her, sitting to her left. it was somewhat awkward sitting there next to christine leonhard. i tried to put that behind me and asked her what she was up to these days. she told me she was going to law school in madison. also trying to appear interested she asked me what i was up do, and displaying an uncharacteristic amount of knowledge about me, asked if it was not something in th environmental field. i explained i had graduated from madison, but unahappy about the current state of affairs, had gone on to the law enforcement academy. hoping the personal story swap was over with, in a state of frustration i asked her if she knew where the bandroom was. she began leading me back east, but i quickly objected. by this time, a group of people were heading towards us, i think comprised of jenny erdman and perhaps jeff gauthier. they *knew* where the bandroom was. and so we followed them not to the bandroom but to the auditorium and stage. upon entering, the auditorium was much larger than i had remembered. a balcony looming overhead provided ample seating, and the stage held a large amount of chairs. i headed towards the saxophone section, and my heart dropped when i saw the seats occupied by melissa wendorf, amy zabel, tim....i don't remember his last name, but he had these totally weird eyes, like he had just woken up from 2 hours of sleep, it enden in an M i do believe, but also brad kopetsky was sitting there. the final chair was empty and i sat down. one of the girls asked me if i was alright, that i didn't look well. i explained i could see very well, as this is a common occourance in dreams. i was contemplating going and getting my glasses, as i often wore them when my eyes weren't too sharp, convinced that it helped straiten things out. i didn't understand why everyone was sitting down without instruments, but that problem would shortly be remedied.

as i was sitting in my chair, anna vigue who now made an appearance, said something about hoping she even remembered the combination to her instrument locker. upon realizing it had been many years since i had visited that locker, i began to panic. people now were heading to their lockers to retrieve their instruments. i vaguely remembered my locker was in the small hallway outside the bandroom. i headed there and began searching the lockers. i did not find what i was looking for initially, and panic began to set in. with my bad eyesight, it was increasingly difficult looking my case. luckily, my case was the only blue one there, and i caught a glimpse of it behind the grey bars. my eye darted from the case to the lock....or where the lock should have been. the locker was not locked. with a smile on my face, i flung the locker open and got a better look at the case. i found the plastic name tag that was a staple of the case i knew, but flipping it over, saw that the white paper that once held my name was no longer their. thinking this a minor oversight, i pulled out my case. opening it the smile flipped to a frown. the main body of the saxophone was not there. i got up, and began practicing the speech i was going to give to the others. i began walking around by teh office, wondering if they had any spares laying around. outside tim's office, i saw a brightly polished saxophone body hanging from a hook. i pulled it down, and upon matching the british engraving on it to the one on my case (a fact invented by my unconscious state) realized that it was my missing piece. my hand gently caressed the body of the saxophone. the lack of indentations and bright polish led me to believe that it had been refinished. looking around to make sure no one had seen me, i took the saxophone out of the bandroom, already determined not to mention this to anyone, for fear of having to pay for the refurbishment.

a group of people were now waiting outside the bandroom, getting their instruments ready. I opened my case again and as though no time had passed, began putting the instrument together. with the pieces now together, i began my search for a reed that was not split, or had pieces missing out of it. this task proved difficult. i found one that could possibly work, and i put it in my mouth as i continued looking for that immaculate reed, even though they only exist in the perfect world, the perfect world that dreams are made of.

THE END (cause that's when i wake up)

Dream Cornicopia

2005-04-16T10:08:00.000-05:00

When I woke up this morning and went to the computer to write this down with my notebook, I almost expected to find a blank page were I “supposedly” wrote down this dream. Much to my surprise, this time it was not a dream that I had written it down. Before I get to that, I better start with the last one I had before waking up for realz this morning.

It started in some library/gym. Actually no, it started at the technical college where I had gone for the academy, and we had to begin our run. It had been almost a year though, and I was very concerned about my ability to run long distances. We started our run, but as we turned onto the street, I was still up towards the front with everyone else, when I normally began to fall behind at this point. I even celebrated later down the way because I was still running with the pack. Our route was different this time though, because we ended up running through a gym. We were given a dirty look, but continued. Later on our way back, we went through the gym. This time I ended up in some confrontation with I think a track coach. Words were going back and forth, it was pretty brutal. I ended up being yelled out of the gym. This was a problem, because I was 40 minutes away from home by car, and I didn’t have one, or wasn’t allowed to use it. So I started walking home. Along the way I passed Shain Dellsman, and then I hit a problem area. I had been following the highway or interstate, and now I was stuck at a place where I would have to cross. I was finding it exceedingly difficult to find a break in traffic to cross, so I sat down in the grass. At that moment, a police cruiser went by, and stopped, with two officers getting out. I was going to go over and tell them my situation when one of them was clipped by a vehicle. The officer went down, and then everything went to hell. A bus overturned in an explosion and suddenly gun erupted from outta nowhere. I hopped down and ran out into the street, I was just saying I was a certifiable law enforcement officer when one of the cops (who was now grissom from CSI) tossed me another gun. I ran for cover behind the bus, but then realized that one of the guys in the window was a bad guy, and he shot me in the shoulder (I had to be told he got me in the shoulder, I couldn’t feel it) so I shot him in the face. I ended up shooting another guy, and then the shootout was apparently over. Afterwards, the head person came and said something about us maybe being contaminated. Those of us who were civilians, were giving this goopy stuff to smear over our exposed skin, while the others were automatically covered by some sprayer. That was essentially the end of that dream.
Now to the notebook.

It is now 4:47 in the morning. Look at that, the mysterious #47 pops up again. I did not wish to forget this dream, so I am writing it down now.
The dream began with all the cousins gathered together. Actually it began earlier, with me driving around the city at night. I was having problems as is usually the case. First I got onto the highway and became very confused as to why I couldn’t see anything, before I realized I didn’t have the headlights on (even though I was driving the grand am who’s headlights are constantly on). Then I began having problems staying on the road. Later my little bro was in the car with me when a large SUV passed me going really fast. As he was passing I noticed a police cruiser at the intersection. I was watching in my rearview mirror, and smiled when I saw it’s lights flashing, because I was really looking forward to him pulling over the car. Then I saw that it had turned the other way, and was moving away from us. I was furious. Later I was telling dreamblogger about my problems driving, as we were on a driving tour. We had been hitting diners, so we stopped into one to eat. Everyone was giving us weird looks, like they thought we were lesbians or something (or maybe I thought we were lesbians, *snicker* just kidding). We had sat down, when I recognized the woman working behind the counter from another diner where she was famous for her singing. She had retired from that, or was going to, so I had managed to talk her into one final song. I got the guitar and the strap was tangled so it was a chore to get it on. But she didn’t have time to sing, because I was awesome with that guitar. I knew I had no clue what I was doing, but somehow just randomly plucking some strings, I managed to pump out some songs, I think I was playing metallica.
Later in the dream, I was at home in bed, when I heard stefanie yelling from the living room about some check I apparently was supposed to write for her. I didn’t even know she had come home. After she was done bitching, we sat down to finish watching the tape of my first college hockey game. It was just after warm-ups so the teams were going to head back to the locker room, so we were going to go find a place to sit (as we were now IN the video). Walking across the ice, I saw myself who gave me a weird look, and I smiled and waved back. As I was walking to my seat, I tried to think back and see if I remembered seeing myself back then. It was a very strange experience.

Grandma had secret rooms?

2005-04-15T09:08:00.000-05:00

I've had dreams before where I've found secret rooms at my grandparents house, and once even it was this very cool large room, it was huge, filled with cool furniture, and had a fire place and mantel. Not last night though. Last night there were three more bedrooms, and I remember sitting in the one in the back. My mom was in there as well, and I made some comment about the paint on the walls fading, even though we had just painted in there. I started making plans to have that be my bedroom when I moved in there for the summer. Then something strange happened. I was now my aunt, back when she was a little girl. "I" used to like to have my parents (my grandparents) or my brothers and sisters (aunts and uncles) open their windows at night so I could get a breeze in my room. It all depended on where the wind was blowing from so I had to experiment. I went down the hallway and knocked on my brother's door and went in. My brother was sitting on his bed, listening to a record, and I asked him if he could open the window.

I think that might have been the first time I've time traveled!

Do I still play hockey?

2005-04-14T10:57:00.000-05:00

This dream actually was a few nights ago, but I never got around to blogging. I was playing goalie in the middle of a hockey game. Instead of dropping the puck strait down for the faceoff though, the ref was whipping the puck down the ice towards me. On the first occassion, I was out of position, for some reason standing along the side of the rink. The puck went sailing into the net so the other team scored a goal. Next faceoff, I'm trying to get my gloves on so I'm not ready. Again the ref throws the puck at me. I try my best to deflect it, but to no avail, again another goal. Now I was pissed. I started yelling like there was no tomorrow. I started trying to throw things at this ref, and I finally I think I was kicked out of the game. I think dreamblogger is right, I do seem to yell a lot in my dreams. Probably trying to make up for all the times I keep my mouth shut during the day.

R&P by Timothy McVeigh look alike!

2005-04-14T08:28:00.000-05:00

i was in the jackson school gym, which also served as a prison
there were prison cells all around
i was in line to talk to a guy who was in jail because he supposedly raped me when i was in 3rd grade
i really needed to talk to him becuase i didn't remember the incident and i wanted him to refresh my memory
so i hear snickering behind me
i turn around and see kristine and erik riyah.
i couldnt believe they were making fun of me
i yelled and said "SHUT THE FUCK UP, HE RAPED ME IN 3RD GRADE OKAY???"
and they shut up instantly and felt really bad for me
so finally its my turn to talk to the guy
he looked just like timothy mcveigh only nicer looking
he was a little shocked to see me
i said "hi....i have to talk to you....i honestly don't remember being raped in 3rd grade...i only remember someone tickling me or something but i dont remember any more....could you please help me exactly what happened??"
he told me id have to come back another time, it was time for a shower
i saw him hop in a shower with some other prisoner
i knid of stepped into the cell somehow and realized that there were two naked jailbirds showering and now thered probably be a gang bang now that they saw me in their cell
unfortunately there was not, and i was a bit offended to say the least
i was under the impression that i had maybe made the story up and put this man behind bars for nothing, and i felt horrible
i kind of felt attracted to him too, on a side note. *gigls*

Trouble urinating in Vegas

2005-04-12T10:35:00.000-05:00

First of all, let me quick talk bout the dream i had this weekend.
The trash had a new friend and we ran into them at some gas station.
I had dreamblugger along with me and this new friend of theirs asked me to step aside and talk with her. She started threatening my life since I had treated the trash like such shit. Couldn't believe it. So i went over to Dreamblugger and said..."is this a dream??" and i pinched her. she said "is this a dream??" and pinched me back. We did this a few times back and forth and determined that no, this was definitely very real.
Then later I woke up!

Last night I was at the Aladdin in vegas. As most of you know from reading earlier blogs, you know I will be going to vegas in june, so naturally the dreams have begun. A couple years ago when Dreamblugger, Randy, and I went, our dreams were strange. We never or rarely made it to vegas. I think its because we had never been there. But now that i know what its like, most of my dreams I am actually there already. So this time my cousins and I are all in one little dumpy room at the Aladdin. It was 5:30am and everyone was waking up, but not me and the cuz, we were on our way to the BJ tables. So we got to the casino and i realized i had to pee/poop/or both. So i ran back to the room and the toilet was out in the open. I tried so hard to pee, but nothing came out. Tried pooping, NOTHING. So after what seemed like hours of trying, i said screw it.
by this time the cuz was annoyed i hadnt returned so she came back. We thought we'd take my niece Livvy up to the stratosphere. When we got there we found out it cost 12$ to go up. But we managed to find a set of staircases in this dungeon-y area that would take us to the top for free.
I just remember every staircase we tried let to a dead end. SO i think i was like fuck it lets just pay the 12 bucks! I think i later tried peeing again with no success......luckily i didnt wet my bed last night!!

Zombies!! again?

2005-04-11T09:26:00.000-05:00

It would appear, that I have a monopoly on the dream miniseries.
The dream began with me in a math class at HI's grade school. I sat near the back by the window, where our desks had been arranged in clusters of three. The teacher began her lesson on addition, and me being the same person I am today, I smarted off. I was already in hot water, when I smarted off again later, it was like I knew I should shut up, but I just couldn't! Then I broke the teachers calculator. Or so she claimed. I insisted that it couldn't be fixed, but she didn't believe it, and I was given an hour (I really don't know what it was for, but she put an hour up on the chalkboard). By the end of class I had put the calculator back together, and had checked to make sure it worked by putting in some equations (which took awhile, I had a close up view of the calculator keypad, and while punching numbers in I would hit the wrong button an accident and it would calculate up a huge number that I had no way of knowing whether it was right or not). I brought the calculator and a note of appology up to...Trevur Kole. I handed it over, and I told him it was wrong for me to have said the things that I did, and then I asked if all was forgiven, and shook his hand. With a clean slate before me, I left school feeling very proud of myself.

I started my walk home from school, which was now Wilson Junior High. Turning onto Nagle I was passed by two girls on some fancy bikes. Then I watched as a kid tried taking the corner on his not so fancy a bike, rode nearly horizontal on the edge of the curb, then wiped out in an amazing crash. He was a guy, so I didn't know if he really wanted someone running up to him so I stayed on the sidewalk. He got up and tried to act like he wasn't hurt, but the left side of his leg was just covered in a bloody wound, because he had been wearing shorts. The two other girls had come back to assist him, and then he started crying and was writhering around the ground in pain. One of the girls helped get him to a house where a man offered help, while I helped the other girl drag the bikes over there. Inside the house, I was sitting in the livingroom with the girls, while the man was helping the guy out in the bathroom. He called for the girls to come in there, and I watched down the hallway as they entered. Suddenly, he slammed the door shut and locked the four of themselves in there. I heard through the door that he had to do it, that they were all infected and were going to become zombies. I started panicking after hearing this and started running through the house to find the front door. It was locked, held shut with steel rods. While trying to find a way out, I started playing the scene back in my head, and asking myself if I had been in contact with the blood. I finally got out onto a second floor balcolny, and knowing no other way, jumped off it. The man had barbedwire running around his property, but it was only about two feet off the ground, and easily jumped. I assumed then that zombies must be stupid, that they would be detered from going past it simply by the feeling of pain, and besides, have you ever seen a zombie jump in a movie. (But now that I think about it, was the fence meant to keep the zombies out, or to keep them in?) The house I escaped from was now just a few away from my own, the house that dreamblogger and her family almost bought those some 20 years ago. I made a dash for home, only to find it too was heavily fortified.

I had problems getting in the front door, I don't think my mom wanted me there. For a reason unknown to me, there seemed to be some animosity going on there. After closing the door, my brother Toni had arrived home, so we let him in. As we were heading up into the attic (by stairs, it was like another floor, not the cramped space that we really have), I saw that my dad was unpacking his gun, while my mom was playing around with a bb gun, which scared the hell out of me. My dad's gun is only a 22 long rifle, and I was concerend that it, and the fact that there was only one, would not do us much good against the zombies. I implored my mom into letting us get another gun, or several, preferably a shot gun. She refused all my pleadings. I made a plan though to get a lot of bullets, at least the huge box of 500 at Fleet Farm (I had an argument with a sister a few weeks back, she wanted to pay $6 for 3 small boxes of 50, when you could pay $9 for a box of 500. Her reasoning was that we could never shoot that many in one day, and that my dad wouldn't want that ammo sitting around at home. Well, wouldn't you like that ammo there so you don't have an empty gun when the zombies attack?) I also started plotting how we could make sniper perches, because I didn't feel it would be safe to shoot from windows, since we had no other openings on anything but the first floor. I thought that we might perhaps cut a hole in the roof for roof access, but I feared my mother would never go for it.

Aparently, even with the threat of zombie attacks, school must go on, as I now found myself once again in math class. We now had a new teacher, who looked positively evil. Everyone who said anything was immediately put on her bad side. At one point Brain (as I wrote it on his paper one time in the third grade) Pecker said something really bad, but then tried to save himself by pointing out that he was referring his comments to the girl who had just gotten into trouble. This teacher also had a method of putting times up on the board, but in this instance, used decimal places and put up .01. I think she meant it as an hour, but someone made a smartass comment about us only being in the hole 27 minutes. The teacher, without saying a word, then changed it.

I started my long walk home down nagle, and started planning things to say during class. I especially liked the one where I tell them I already have a college degree, and while they're teaching addition, I've had advanced multi-variable calculus. Now why I was walkign home during a zombie crisis, I know not, but I finally made it to the dreaded 18th street crossing. I started across the street, but then saw that the car coming from the other direction was coming way too face, and held off, but then worried about the other car that was now getting closer. I finally made it across the street. Taking the little sidewalk towards Atlantic, I walked past the ditch, where I naturally assumed a lot of zombies would hang out. I saw a little girl hanging onto the chain link fence. She looked normal, just a sweet little girl. But I seemed to know better. I took off. I didnt' see her, but I seemed to know that she was following me. Everything became blurry, and I could only make out with my sense of touch, I couldn't see or hear anything. I thought I could throw her off, so I dropped the back of toys I had been carrying. I felt something tugging on my arm, and I became very scared, but I was soon free, and on my way home.

Since I had been in school, it seems my family had been replaced with malcolm and his family. I was actually no longer a part of the family, but watching it. Malcolm, Reese, and Dewey were in the bedroom, where malcolm was gloating over his pair of bloody underwear. He was trying to get Reese and Dewey to understand what he had done, but it went over their heads. I of course, knew he had had sex, but looking back on it now, I don't know if the dream implied that he was a girl and had bleed into his own underwear, or if he got his girlfriends blood on his underwear, or if it was just so fucked up it's best not to think about it). Almost immediately, the roles were reversed, and it was Reese who had had sex. He aparently had gotten some blood on the bed, and instead of cleaning it had tossed it out with the trash. His mom came in and made some comment about her being proud of him, that she thought he was trying to oust dewey or something, but had just gotten a new bed (????) Later Reese and Malcolm were down in the basement, when the girl started coming down the stairs. Which would be fine, except for the fact that she was a bloody blob and she was a ZOMBIE! Reese, who shocked us all, went out of the basement room to the bottom of the steps, and yelled spare him, take me, then shut the door. Then all we heard, was reese giggling, and the girl screaming.

At one point, I don't know if it was in a dream or when I was semi-awake, I remember thinking that I had had a zombie dream before, and that this was the same zombie infestation. But I don't think I have. And it's kinda funny, but aside from the blood blob, and a normal looking girl, there were no zombies.

Let's get together, la la la

2005-04-08T09:23:00.000-05:00

I was having a party over at my house, but it obviously wasn't that great, because the group of girls that were over, decided we better go to Kerry's house. We began walking down Atlantic circle, it was the middle of winter, so everyone was wearing their snow gear as we trampled through the snow. We ended up at this junkyard type place, were I saw that there was a danger of some large metal piece falling down. We all worked together to bring it down, then started on our way again. We got to the intersection of Richmon, and some people headed left to walk down 18th. I told Kerry to go strait, and a few of us went down that way, to the little shortcut I knew. We ended up a few yards ahead of the other group, and one of the girls in our party made some comment about that being a useless short cut. I lost it. I bitched that girl out like there was no tomorrow. I told her that since there were two ways to go I was merely pointing out another way. Things only got worse. Trekking through some snowbanks, I lost sight of Kerry, who was the only one who knew where her house was. To make matters worse, there were a lot of kids out that night playing in the snow.

That was essentially the end of that dream. It was very weird, but later I dreamt that I had woken up from that dream, and had gotten out a notebook to write it down in to blog. I then wrote the names of the people that were in the dream, though I thought I might be mistaken on a few. I only remember Kerry now, but I know that the other girls were ones that we went to school with, and that we didn't like any of them.

It's a kind of magic

2005-04-07T08:50:00.000-05:00

The dream began right in the middle of the action, I, and another person, were about to be executed by electricution. Very much not wanting to die, I managed to climb to the top of a metal cage that had been surrounding us. For a brief time, I was looking in at myself, who was not myself at that time (is this confusing?) and I yelled at them/myself, to not worry because the rubber soles of the shoes will protect you/me. Not wanting to try that science experiment, I jumped from the cage to a window sill, and climbed out of the building and toook off into the woods. A confusing chase scene ensued, in which I tried to get a group of people to cover where I had actually gone, but they were distracted by a bunch of cute little puppies. I tried to hide in a gypsy tent, and ran out the back. I started climping this statue, because I heard the woman coming towards my spot, and I knwe she was a witch or something. I was halfway up the thing when this dragon standing below kept watching me, which pissed me off, because when the witch came, she knew right were I was. I was waiting for her to kill me when she told me that she was my sister (no I dont' think either of my sisters is a witch) and that I had magical powers too. She told me to come down, and I wanted the dragon to catch me when I jumped, but he said he didn't need to. When I jumped from the statue, I floated softly into his hands. That was all I was able to use my magic for, because then the dream ended.
*sigh*

Hot DAMN! (<--that was me)

2005-04-05T09:38:00.000-05:00

I was busy in my room as usual, worrying over a test I hadn't studied for, wondering when I was going to find the time to do so, AND pick out a hot outfit. I had on my stylin green courdoroy pants, and I needed a great top to go with it. My sister who had been visiting, left a closet full of clothing behind for me to choose from, including some bras. I wanted a hot look, but I didn't want to look too hot, because that would be too much for me to bare. I ended up trying to put a bra on though when I already had on this other outfit. Alas, I did not get to see the final product, but I'm sure I was HOT!

(random note, Kira from star trek deep space nine was in my dream at one point)

THEN, I was in some sorta class, and people were supposed to pair up with a partner with whom...I have no idea what kind of class this was, but they were about to allow us to perform gynecological exams on one another (I shouldn't say allow, they MADE us). There were some guys in the class, so they were to get prostate exams. People were trying to partner up with the person they wanted to "see", and I had suggested we do it differently, but whatever. It ended up that some "doctors" were there to do the exams, but you had to have them while laying on your stomach. You were also supplied with oxygen, and something else. It was nearing the end, and I still hadnt' gone yet, when I seriously thought about not gonig through with it. A lot of the girls had been wearing skirts, and I had pants on, so I didnt' want to have to take all my clothes off in front of the class. I had decided to go through with it and had taken my shoes off when the doctors wheeled the exam table over near where everyone else was waiting, and directed the business end of it towards them. I was like no way, and that was where the dream ended.

I swear there was another dream with me chasing some kid that I wanted to hurt. Oh well, can't remember them all (without a dream recorder).

Rigor blows!

2005-04-04T20:35:00.000-05:00

There was some strange shootout going on with this very evil man in a darkened park. I was a police officer, and though there were many other officers involved in the shooting, I was the main target. This man wanted me dead. I managed to slip off under the cover of darkness, for I didn't wish to die. I got into the squad car, and leaving the lights off I drove out of the park. I drove to my home, and even though I was there, I did not feel safe. There was an uncomfortable silence filling the air. I ended up going through a window to get in my house, and I was anxious to see that my family was alright. While creeping around upstairs, there was a man who did not belong there. I don't know how, but I killed him, making not a sound. I didn't want to alarm my family, so I dragged him into the bathroom where a bath had been drawn. He was already in rigor, so it was difficult to maneuver him. I slipped him into the tub then went to check on my family.

At a later point, I had another dream that we were moving some of my grandma's items. I packed away some art supplies and medication into a kitchen cupboard. In my dream, my grandma was still alive, so later, I don't know if it was a dream or if I was partially awake, but I remember telling myself that it was just a dream, and that she had died.

You should have seen my hair!

2005-03-31T09:57:00.000-05:00

Wow, I never thought I would look cool with an 80's hair style, that is, until I went to bed last night. I was just playing around in my room, and decided to brush my hair. It was now blond, and for the most part, strait. I started brushing it weird when something caught my fancy. I ended up with very feathered bangs, and thought I looked absolutely beautiful. Later on, I was doing this dance with my new hair, sans clothing, in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Afterwards, I saw that the door was off the hinges and broken, and there was a rather sizable crack, and I prayed to god no one in my family saw me!
hehee

Dreamblugger the stalker

2005-03-28T09:20:00.000-05:00

So randy and i were trying to enjoy a nice meal out together, when we saw dreamblugger from afar. She was searching high and low for us in the restaurant. She finally tracked us down. I got to talking about how whenever Randy wears white shirts, he gets spaghetti stains on em. Dreamblugger got pissed that I was talking about that, and we started fighting. I said some not so nice things that i am still feeling guilty about as i am awake now, but she was totally pissing me off!!!
Then later Rebekka Morish was using AOL on a computer next to me in a lab, and she was having problems connecting. I told her to make sure capslock was off. She took offense to that, and i shouted at her why the hell are you using AOL anyway? we got in a big fight so basically i had two people pissed at me. i was on a roll. i forget what else happened.

the previous night the trash were in my dreams again. i just cant get rid of them.

And the hauntings continue...

2005-03-25T09:37:00.000-05:00

Boy was this dream vivid this morning. Now hours later, I barely remember a thing!
Basically i was at my house and my relatives were over. Anna, who still haunts my dreams, shows up. She was perfectly normal. I pretended to not know her, but she's like....."hi kelly" and I'm like "oh HI ANNA!!! how are you!!!" and she said she was fine, but admitted she was hurt when she saw us at the theatre and we ran out the backdoor. And when I saw her at office max and I just sat and stared. I told her I was so sorry and was just too afraid of the situation to do anything. I asked her for her email address and I realized that now she would no longer be haunting me since this obviously was not a dream. But my relatives thought i was just evil to have done these things to her.
I felt so damn guilty in that dream, she just looked so sad, like she had no friends and us doing what we did to her was not making her feel any better.
We are horrible people.

Weird, I couldn't drive either!

2005-03-24T11:28:00.000-05:00

The events of my dream were bizarre, because parts of it were what was going to happen. My sister and I had to get up early to watch our 2 nieces (which was going to happen in real life that morning). Well we decided to have pizza for breakfast. The veggie pizza was out (from luigi's!) so they started eating, but the pepperoni was left at my brother's house. So I had to go out to get it. I got in the car, but was having problems. I thought I was in drive, but I was in reverse, and almost ran into the neighbor's garage, and almost their other car. I got it into drive, and was on my way, but there was all sorts of shit in the road. Aparently the neighborhood was putting on a block circus (must be something new) and there were balloons, and these decorated ramps. I went around the first ramp, but seeing a lot ahead of me, I floored it and went off the ramp. It was quite exciting. After I got the pizza and was coming back, sans the car, there were clowns or some performers rolling around on their unicycles. They looked fake, but later I was wondering if they were really real. Which kind of freaked me out.

The trash still can't drive!

2005-03-24T09:41:00.000-05:00

Interesting, I *just* read your dream after typing mine up, seems we both got rear ended....could we be coming closer to collective dreaming!??!

Randy and I were driving in the beater down Baldo Ave. We saw a car cut off a cop in front of us which made us slam on our breaks, and BOOM we get hit from behind. It was a hmong van with tons of people shoved inside. I got out of the car and was in intense pain. Well it was painful (didnt' know you could feel pain in dreams, but I did!) but i was hamming it up a bit for the cops, in case i wanted to file a lawsuit later.
So out of the car comes JP, Kristine, and big trash and little trash. We all pretended not to know each other and they gave me nasty looks. We all knew the accident was their fault and I continued to walk around hunched over crying in pain. It was brilliant.
I started screaming how this was our junker car that was supposed to last another 10 years. I was so pissed.
Then I saw you standing there, like you were an angel, not really *there* but you were there for me in spirit. It was magical!
SO later on we were all at the trash's house and you and big trash were acting weird. I said "OH MY GOD, AM I BEING PUNKED??" thinking how brilliant it would be but why would Ashton Kutcher want to punk an unknown? Both of you looked at each other and said no.
Then later on I saw big trash trying to fix the back bumper. I looked at you and said...."AM I DREAMING???" which I was taught to ask in dreams I thought may be lucid. You didn't answer me. That should have been my answer, but I just accepeted the fact it was real.
There was much more that happened. It was too much. I think i'm still suffering from the effects of the accident.

Also had a quick dream where i was driving at night and i took a corner too fast and went airborne into someones yard. As i was flying into the air i saw a cop car parked...i was like SHIT, and couldn't remember if i had anything to drink...but realized how tired i was and id probably get ticketed for inattentive driving... but no cop was in the car, so i was lucky!

Shhhh I'm hunting deer

2005-03-23T10:43:00.000-05:00

So last night I was caught up in some elaborate competition on a campground, to see who could capture the most deer. I ended up in some field with a cow. No, nothing like that happened! (you sicko) I had some pretzels in my pocket so I fed the cow one. Well it really liked it and wanted more, because it told me so. I kept feeding it pretzels thinking somehow this cow could help me get some deer. That was not to be the case. Later someone from our party was missing, and I assumed Grissom (from CSI) went out early on his own. I was pissed, because it meant me having to carry a lot of the gear in my backpacks. We ended up driving out onto a frozen lake, when there was some accident, I think we were rearended. There was a lot of confussion afterwards, no one knew who had done it, but I was pretty certain it was grissom in his tahoe, he had a guilty look on his face and he was very quiet. They knew whoever hit us would have snow on their tires...but then every car out there did (there were a lot of cars). I ended up walking back to shore, which was now a parkinglot with a Copps food center. I was wearing only socks (well and clothes) and I was standing outside the door trying to get the snow off them, because I didn't think they would let me in like that. I really wanted to go in though so I could buy myself some powdered sugar doughnuts (mmmmmmmmmmmm). And that was that.

Dreamblugger gets a makeover (finally!)

2005-03-22T13:01:00.000-05:00

I don't remember much of last night, just that I was about to go to church with Dreamblugger, when she realized she had to wear a purple dress and needed the most perfect eye shadow to complement it.

So i took her to my stack of purple eye shadows. We just couldn't find the right one. I Just remember telling her how to apply it and how to mix the purples together to get just the right shade of purple.

The whole thing was just bizarre. We were at Roberta's house, and oh i dont know,its not worth hurting my brain trying to remember. Something will spark my memory randomly , sometime today i'm sure.

Mondo Bizzaro

2005-03-22T09:53:00.000-05:00

Last night was full of dreams, but I only remember bits of some. So here it goes.
I was once again in high school, this time in Japanese class. The only difference, is I had actual Japanese teachers. Now I've had Japanese teachers in college, and actually prefered that...but not this. Japanese people are nice, the ones in my dreams, were not. There were only a few students left in class, we had missed a quiz given earlier. The bell was going to ring soon for second period, but they didn't seem to care. They were going to make it easier though, and only make us do 3 or 4 of the problems. This guy started to hand out the quiz, and made specific reference to me and my "cheating problem". (whatever) He said it with a smile though so maybe he wasn't serious. I was moving my desk away from another one, but I seem to have this problem when I'm sitting in desks that I can't hold still, so I kept shaking in it. Anyway we're supposed to start the quiz, but it's on Japanese magic math. Everyone in the class is like WTF! I look at the first problem and it's like a negative natural log problem. again WTF. People are moaning and groaning about not knowing how to do magic math because we never learned. The bitching goes on, and finally I say to Dreamblogger (don't know where she came from, I think I signed a contract somewhere that said she had to make at least one appearance a night) "Let's get out of here, I've already passed this". So apparently I knew it wasn't real. There were other dreams, but I don't remember enough to make it worthwhile.

There is something bizzare that happened to me yesterday. My mom and dad had left to go see my grandma who wasn't doing well. To keep my mind off of it, I sat down to watch an x-files episode. The credits had just started going when the phone rang. Not looking at the tv, I paused it and went over to the phone. I didn't want to answer it, so I was letting it ring. I decided I better, and it was my uncle on the phone telling me that my grandma passed away. After hanging up the phone, I went back to sit down but on the way there I looked at the tv and froze. Now normally, at the end of x-files credit they have what they refer to as a "tag line", and in 99% of the cases, this tag line says "The Truth Is Out There". But not today. I just stood there staring at the tv, which in bold white letters said "Everything Dies". After a while I had to turn the tv off. I'm almost convinced now that if I go back it will say something different.

Cut it out (or off, as is the case here)

2005-03-21T15:15:00.000-05:00

I woke up one morning, and found that my brother and I were the only ones home. I was going to put a dvd on of an old saturday morning cartoon show on, but my brother kept telling me to put something else on. I didn't want to have any part in that argument, so I decided to do my own thing. My own thing aparently involved a syringe. I took a syringe and injected some painkillers into my right index finger. Because I was tired of waiting for the doctor to do it, I decided I would cut my own finger off. As I was about to do it, I began to wonder how far down my finger the painkiller extended. I did not dwell long on that question though, because I figured I would soon find out. Taking the scissors, I put it just below my finger tip (I don't know if they have special scissors for cutting off fingers, but on an episode of CSI one time they had this odd pair that they used to cut the fingers off a dead body, that's what I had). Then just like that, I cut my finger off. There was no pain, but it was a bloody mess. I was bleeding profusly, and getting it on the carpet and in the kitchen by the sink. I was trying to use paper towel to ebb the flow of blood, but the blood quickly soaked through. while trying to stop the blood, I began to worry about the bloody mess I had made. The carpet I hadn't worried about before, because my mom doesn't mind stains, she uses them as an excuse to get new carpeting, but then I realized that this was a blood stain, not a food stain. So I made an attempt to clean up after myself. Later my mom came home, and I told her I didn't wait for the doctor and cut my own finger off. I showed her the finger, which was now my pinky, and completely healed over.
Let this be a lesson to you. Do not under an circumstances, cut your finger off at home. It's more trouble than it's worth.

And the trash return...

2005-03-21T09:22:00.000-05:00

Finally a dream I can blog, so I thought this morning. Now as i sit trying to remember i'm having a hard time.
Basically big trash came out of penneys and she saw me and acted happy to see me. i was SO relieved, that i thought, finally, these dreams can end.
so we ended up at randy's mustang, and his xbox license plate turned into a wooden figure of an eagle. big trash thought this was pretty cool, i thought it was hideous.
so anyway we meet up with little trash.
and there is much more to this dream. i was in another country, on a weeklong trip. i made out with some hot guy but now that i think about it, it was randy. some little fella developed a crush on me and i led him to believe i was interested, just to fuk with his head. he was like 4'10 for god sakes. umm so much more happened. my sister roberta whined this whole trip and wanted to go home but we found out some war was going on and we werent getting out any time soon. i told her i didnt mind, i liked my new country.

ugh i hate my dreams. it was so cool last night!

Why is my room in the garage?

2005-03-18T14:45:00.000-05:00

I've been having a lot of relatives in my dreams lately, which is rather strange, because I have no clue what possible role they could be playing. So last night, some cousins were over at our house. I needed to get some underwear out of my drawer, but I did not want to be caught doing so. Now since nothing can be easy in dreams, I had the problem, that my room was the garage, and my brother was playing some game with two of my cousins in there. After wandering around for quite some time, I finally made the move to get the undies. I tried to make it as smooth as possible, but I think they knew what I was up to. I was a bit worried then that they would open my drawer to see what was in there. Let's hope not though.

With this ring, I thee wed...AGAIN!

2005-03-17T12:37:00.000-05:00

So Dreamblogger and Randy decided to renew their wedding vows last night. The ceremony was a little bland, ok a lot bland. It was poorly organized, Dreamblogger was wearing a horrid suit, she had some new guy join the wedding party, got rid of Randy's sister, added her sister's daughter, didn't have any cake! In fact, right after the ceremony the people were already clearing the food out, I didn't eat anything! The funny part though, was when I realized I had to go up there, I was just standing in the middle of the banquet hall, and when Dreamblogger walked past, I go "are you sure you want to go through with this", then started laughing.

I also had a dream were I was back at the academy and was going through some drills using what were essentially paintball guns. I was having problems though, and wasn't able to shoot anyone. While the other team was busy shooting our guys, I managed to get into their secret fort. They were all pissed, including our instructor. They had left, and I had managed to get my gun working, so I went back to find them. The instructor peaked his head around the corner when he heard me coming, and I nearly shot him. I looked pissed though walking down that hall. So then awards were being given out, and I wasn't getting any of them. Finally I was awarded for most likely to need body armor. I was f***in pissed. I wanted to take off right then and there and fight for the bad guys against them. hehee

Last dream I had, it was me against the old hockey team. Except we weren't on the ice, we were swimming around in circles in a large pool. I was kicking ass. But then, because the coach wanted to see me fail, he had us go around in the other direction, and we were now all dinosaurs. I was really struggling, but I wouldn't give up. Finally I got out of the pool, because I was affraid they were all going to gang up on me and kill me. It was very strange.

Bloody Hell!

2005-03-16T14:27:00.000-05:00

I think my biggest problem, is that I wake up after a dream, remembering all the details, but because it's too early I go back to bed and loose everything.

What I do remember, is that I was investigating a possible murder in our crawl space. Someone had gone through earlier and had sprayed the cement block walls with the luminol, and I was going through with an ALS that had the contrast shield on it (this won't make sense if you don't know csi). I finally found some bloody streaks on the wall after quite the search. That's all I remember.
Shame really.

Little Annie Oakley

2005-03-14T11:40:00.000-05:00

I have no idea how this dream began, but I ended up falling out of the sky. I was using the jump suit I was wearing as a parachute. When I landed, I was stuck in the middle of fighting between the government, along with the army, against some rebels. I was affraid that they would think me one of the rebels, so I decided to wrap my wrists and ankles in duct tape so I could pretend I was being held hostage. While trying to get the duct tape around my wrists, I was worried that they would use forensics to find my saliva on the tape, and realize I had taped myself up. So I gave up on that plan.

What followed was very strange. I ended up with a 22 long rifle. I began sniping off people from the army, until I found the commander in charge. I shot him, and he fell dead to the ground. because the other troops always followed what their commander did, they all fell to the ground. I was victorious.

The rest of the dream really didn't make any sense. I followed some army guys to a secret base in the face of the mountain. I went back, picked up some more bullets, ran into Sulu from the Original Star Trek, was being chased by bad guys. It's too hard to make any sense of it, so I won't bother.

I was a cool high school student, I was VERONICA MARS!

2005-03-12T10:50:00.000-05:00

As all the cool kids had done, I had taken my scooter to the home depot, to meet up with the others. Looking back at the bike rack, I realized I didn't want to leave my scooter there, because I couldn't lock it up, and I just imagined someone thinking it was for the taking and walking off with it. So I did what anyone else would do, I took it inside with me. Inside I saw that other kids were riding their scooters around, so I was going to do the same. Except they were getting in trouble. I backed off. It seemed these other kids had gone to Home Depot for the sole purpose of causing trouble, but the employees were fighting back. There was a large blow up tornado slide in the middle of the floor, and one of the kids had been jumping on it. An employee inside the thing had pushed him off though. This act was fine with me, except there was an innocent bystander now being threatened. I wouldn't tolerate this, so I jumped up on the slide and started punching back, screaming that this guy didn't do anything. Then there was an opening and I could see the guy inside. I reaching in, but as my hand was my only weapon, I pinched him, hard. This really set him off and I had to hide else suffer his wrath.

Later on, I think I came back in another dream, except this time people were getting ready for graduation. Paula Sprung asked me to help her pick out a wig, so I was going down the aisle looking for a good wig. Then I realized what I was doing, and who I was doing it for, and decided I was going to go home. I left the home depot, which was now located at my old grade school, adn I started walking home. While walking down 18th street, I realized I was still wearing the schools raincoat. But as I was now done with school, I decided I was going to keep it, which made me very happy, because it was a cool coat. Somehow, I floated home, I was hanging onto something, it was rather odd. Then when I got to the final stretch, I started skipping, but I could skip really high, up to the telephone wires. I thought that was weird, I didn't understand how I could jump so high but not hurt myself when I went back down. Any way, my blond next door neighbor, who was a rather big ditz, was outside, waiting for me. She told me how she had being practicing her gymnastics and slipped off the curb, twisting her ankle. Feigning interest, I asked her how she was going to march at graduation, which worried her deeply.

I was walking up the driveway, when I heard a punk shouting out his car door at my neighbor, who when I turned back, was wearing this really slutty yellow outfit. He had made some comment about her being a hooker, and while she did in fact look like such, I shouted something back at the guy. Much to my dismay, he stopped his car, got out, and started towards me. I yelled for the girl to get inside, and she ran in as I gingerly walked to the door. I remember thinking, gee I should really be going faster, but I never tried. I manged to get inside the house and lock the door just as the guy got there. I turned and saw my dad (and as I am now Veronica Mars, my dad was um Enrico Colonati (sp?), the guy from Just Shoot Me, also on Veronica Mars), he was standing there in his towel. I shouted out to the guy, MY DAD HAS A GUN! He didn't seem to want to believe me. I wanted my dad to go get his gun, but he just gave me the 'what did you get yourself into now' look, and left. I was on my own. But being the very kick ass Veronica Mars, I quickly opened the door and kicked the guy in the nuts. In pain, he mumbled something about my doing that too quickly. Then being a smart ass as well, I told him that the daughter of a guy with a gun would do something like this as well, and I grabbed him by the back of his head and started smashing his head into the window next to the door. The guy seemed rather upset by all this, and said that he didn't know why this other girl was in this neighborhood, and said that none of the guys here could give her what she wanted. Being the very witty girl that I was, I said, "no, but I can" He seemed shocked by this, so he was just standing there speechless. Then being the cruel girl that I was, I kissed him (with tongue), and he fainted. I started dragging him to his car when I woke up. Can I just say though, that it is kick ass! being Veronica Mars!

How to take care of a brat, the proper way

2005-03-11T10:10:00.000-05:00

My brother Muck and I were running some sort of daycare, we had a bunch of kids in some basement playroom. There was one boy who was literally a monster, I mean the kid had a face only a mother could love. He was a terror, so I decided to get the point across, that I was the boss. I took him outside, trying to explain to him that he had to listen to what I said. He wasn't buying it. I grabbed him by the coat, and hung him up on a plant hook just above the door. He started crying, I assume because it was choking him, but maybe I was finally getting through to him. I pulled him down, and I don't know if I thought this as a part of the dream, or as a dreamer, but I was waiting for me to be arrested for child abuse, I mean someone must have seen me do that.

Any way, I went back down into the room, and most of the kids had gone to eat. It was then that I realized why my brother was working here, the cook was a young blond girl. She told me I could have a sandwhich if I wanted.

Later in the dream, the father of all these kids had died, or they divorced, but the mother was moving in with her new husband, and I was takign the kids there. Again, I had to deal with the problem child, who was now a girl. Being in a new house, the kids were given a tour, but problem child took off on her own. I followed her as she went downstairs through a closet (???) She started pealing the linoleum off the steps, and I was telling her to stop. She kept doing it so I grabbed her and told her to look me in the eyes, and I told her to stop again. She got upset and went off, but in trying to get away, she fell to the ground, and she fell hard. I ran to her, and she was f***ing beat to s**t. I yelled for someone to get some help, and I cradled this ball of bruises in my arms.

Then, several years had passed, and I seemed to be watching a tv movie. All the kids were older (Luke Wilson was in there for some reason), and I was eager to find out what happened to the monster. I kept looking for someone who must be her, and I feared she had died. Then I saw this blind girl, walking around with shades, and some ear plugs, I assumed that was her, her accident leaving her blind and deaf. She had another blind sister, I thought that was odd.

Let this be a leason to you. You all know where these kids need to go the moment they're born!

Lucid and dirty

2005-03-11T09:57:00.000-05:00

OK lets just put it this way. had a lucid dream last night and i have lived to regret what I did in it.
Lets just say it was extremely X-Rated and I feel dirty this morning. The cool part though was i had total control and every time my body felt like it was about to wake up, I was able to control myself and keep myself in the dream. it truly was too much, and i think i need to go to church sunday. at least now i know what i'll be confessing april 3rd!

my other dream had to do with getting on a flight to vegas. it was just a mess. so disorganized. the dream was really cool though i remember that much. dreamblugger had a big role. just dont remember what. she should just be happy she wasn't in the dream mentiond above.

*puking*

On your mark, get set, GO!

2005-03-10T23:03:00.000-05:00

This dream began with me standing in the driveway of our neighbors across the street. I saw this person, walking towards me, who I thought was an elderly woman (she looked like that short lady from Kindergarten Cop, Linda Hunt) Well she started walking across the street, and right before she made it to our own driveway, she fell to the ground. I rushed over. When I began talking to her, making sure she was alright, I realized she wasn’t an older person, but was in fact a 12 year old (she must have been suffering from that Maury disease…um, PROGERIA! Totally off on the spelling I think). I started asking her questions, and she told me she lived alone down the street, from the looks of her, I thought she lived ON the streets. In the few seconds I had been with her, though, she became my friend, and I became her protector.

I quickly ditched her though, as I walked up our driveway, interested in the fact that people were moving a lot of belongings into the house, purportedly because it was going to rain. A girl from down the block was standing with her bike watching this all go down with a smile on her face (I swear this girl is stalking me, because she always comes to our house looking for my niece). Ignoring her, I saw that my grandma’s wheelchair was standing there, practically with a halo around it. With a smile on my face, I grabbed it, and plopping myself down, took off down the sidewalk. I was flying! Shortly into wheeled adventure, I came across my cousin’s kids standing in the middle of the sidewalk. At the last second, I swerved around them. My other cousin Geoff, yelled at me, telling me to be more careful. Leaving them all behind eating my dust, I yelled back “F*** YOU!” (what a great feeling that was). I kept going and I was making this fast turns around corners, dragging a foot so I didn’t have to slow down, but to make sure I didn’t flip the wheelchair. While doing this, I remember thinking it was a good strategy to use on Rage Racer. Now Rage Racer is this old Playstation game I was obsessed with back in the day. I mean I used to really get into it. It was not uncommon to find me sitting on the ground screaming obscenities whilst wearing a motorcycle helmet, or goggles and motorcycle gloves. Anyway, I just played it again the other day, and let’s just say I didn’t loose my touch, though the obscenities were lacking.

As I was going down the street, the sun was now down, and it was dark outside. Up around the corner I could see the reflection of red and blue lights nearing, bouncing off the houses and objects ahead of me. This could only mean one thing. Yes, the Police were having their annual Wheelchair Race. I became fearful of being found out, I had scenarios running through my head, of being caught up in the race, or being told I was going the wrong way. So I did what dreamblogger and I do in these situations. I hid. I rolled and hid behind a parked car. After watching them pass, I was concerned I might run into them later on, so I became careful of the streets I was going down. As I started going down roads that were dark and deserted, and ones that I didn’t know, I decided it was time to head back. I was beginning to see a few people emerge on the streets, but I had no idea who they were, or what they were up to. I was still worried about being exposed as a “walker” so I decided to take a different route home. I found a dirt path, surrounded on either side by tall bushes, that would shield me from view. This was not enough for me, however, I still needed something, some kind of excuse to use should I be caught. I was concerned I would be more easily found out, due to the fact I was using my legs to make it down the path. I don’t know exactly what they were accomplishing, but they were going up and down like a bicycle. But then I came up with the perfect excuse. And I began to giggle. I obviously wasn’t paralyzed, if I could move my legs, but if I had juvenile arthritis, that could explain why I was able to walk and move my legs, yet still have a wheelchair. So that was my ailment, juvenile arthritis, the silent epidemic. /drama

That was essentially the end of my dream. I find it interesting though that I would have a wheelchair dream the night after suffering a freak computer chair accident that left me bruised and shaken up. Because essentially, I was using my chair as a wheelchair. Just goes to show you what being lazy can lead to. Got that wheelchair users! GET UP OFF YOUR ASSES!

I also find it interesting though, that this morning I woke up not remembering my dream. Using my own special technique though, going over images, or people, or locations, I was able to remember it all. Which is good, because I hate blogging that I don’t remember anything. It is strange thinking about it though, that essentially a room full of memories can be unlocked by a single key. How maybe thinking about my grandma, I can go from there to wheelchair, then BAM I remember everything. I think memory has got to be the final frontier of scientific endeavor. What causes certain memories to persist, and others to disappear without consequence. Even if events are not paramount, they can still turn up years later, and be as vivid as if they occurred yesterday. Maybe we should also have a memory blog. Each day we blog one memory we remember, no matter how random it might be.

Snoozefest

2005-03-08T11:15:00.000-05:00

Well my very boring dream revolved around the ole high school hockey team out for dinner. My little bro picked up the check, but I looked at it, and it was somewhere between $170 and $260 (the price kept changing) for 14 people. I thought that was way too high, so I sat there looking it over very intently. Their charges were a mess, they were off on their soda, but I couldn't figure it out. Finally my brother was up at the register to pay, and I was still looking it over, and the woman acted like I was an idiot, asked if I needed help. I just said whatever and handed it over making a snide remark "I think we're paying too much". She goes "I think so too, which is why we're giving you two dollars to spend on some of those items behind you". They were cd wallets. I just rolled my eyes and left. On the way out I told my bro we were never eating there again.

See, boring!

Joining the army in Vegas!

2005-03-08T09:22:00.000-05:00

So I was with my family in Vegas for my cousin's wedding. I somehow noticed some recruits trying to get into the army running through a variety of drills. I joined in and the head sargeant or whatever he was, really liked me. I was doing pretty good with the drills, which should have tipped me off this was a dream. Soon there was only like 12 of us left....and I was getting scared I might really need to join the army so I started purposely screwing up on my drills, but the guy still passed me through. Eventually it got down to just 4 and we were now in the army and probably going to iraq. I was so pissed and didn't know how to explain I didn't want any part of this. So I run into my family and explain the situation. They didnt care. SO then I see an old friend from college, Matt. He didnt recognize me but once he did he explained how he was pretty much jobless and homeless. Couldn't believe I recognized someone I knew in a place so big like Vegas! We all decided to catch a bite to eat at the Aladdin when I realize I didn't have my purse. I started tracing my steps backwards, and I had Andy call my cell so maybe Id hear it ringing in my purse. I frantically searched and no purse turned up.
I was pissed because I'd have to spend the rest of my vacation cancelling my credit cards!

UPDATE!

2005-03-07T20:02:00.000-05:00

This afternoon, while driving to Roberto's to mail some letters, I snickered during the approach, thinking how funny it would be to see some red paint flecks on the grocery store walls, from the car crash. Let's just say I wasn't snickering when turning into the parking lot I saw the large indent right where the accident occured in my dream. Seriously. There was no red paint, but it looks to me like someone ran into the wall with a truck. Dreamblogger, check it out, it's the first parking spot. Maybe we need to get a pic of it to post. Can you post pictures here?

Rescue, 911 (except it's me, not Shatner)

2005-03-07T10:09:00.000-05:00

It was late at night, and some friends, big trash, and dreamblogger, were walking past Roberto's Family Market. Suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I saw a red sports car slam on its break and smash into Roberto's with a loud crash. I ran to the passenger side to look in, content to walk off if the driver looked shaken up and nothing more. The driver was, however, slumped over the wheel. Rushing over with my friends (bear with me now), we were attempting to render aid to the driver, who was now sitting in a shopping cart, you know, like the kids. He appeared unconscious, but sweating profously. It was then that we realized it was Toad Meeshler, so I'm surprised there was no pizza hut sign on top of his car (*gigglz*). I wanted him moved out of the cart, but the others told me that we shouldn't move him. Then along came Aimee Eyesner, who told us we had to get him out. I helped her move Toad into the front foyer of Roberto's and lay him down. We sent someone off to get him something to drink. Slowly Toad came around, and I think it was Bobby Lee from MadTv who came back with some gatorade and dumped it down his throat, with my staring on in disbelief thinking I was also going to have to save him from choking. To make a long story shorter, Toad became a girl who thanked me for saving him/her, and Aimee turned into Monicka (dreamblogger you want to fill in the last name? cause I don't know), who was taking all the credit for saving him/her. On our way out, DVL was saying goodbye to all of us. I can't imagine why I didn't stop and stay there, but instead went and got in the Trash's truck (which I don't know how she could afford, what with that lawsuit and all).

Circque de DreamBlugger

2005-03-07T09:44:00.000-05:00

oh dear! my mom and i in real life were talking about wanting to see circque de soleil (totally spelling this wrong yes i know).
so in my dream, turns out dreamblugger was well known for the local circque de soliel. she was quite the acrobat. so she decided to charge 120$/person to see her show. her brother kris was also in it.
so i was upset that she was charging so much. i figured since it was an outside event ill just stand behind the fence. so that is what i did. i was so scared she was going to fall to hear death. i was also kind of hoping/looking forward to that moment (muhahha). afterwards she came up to me and asked how she did and i admitted i looked away at that moment, then i saw this fag in makeup and i asked who that was and she said kris. he had like lipstick on and it was awfully disturbing.

This is too weird

2005-03-04T15:36:00.001-05:00

Does anyone else find it odd that last night my dream was somewhat similar to dreamblogger (get out of my dream!). I was in class, which was being taught by a black teacher. She said something that was directed towards a student sitting two seats in front of me, who was also black. She said something along the lines of "that one was for you sister". I don't know. Any way, I didn't like the fact that this teacher was giving special attention to someone simply because of skin color. So I spoke up. I said "This isn't fair. It's not my fault I was born white". This response was not met with any kindness. Another black student turned to look at me, and while glaring at me, told me she found my comment to be very insulting. I in turn became very defensive, and really turned read in the face, it was a little embarassing.

Drinking and driving = bad!

2005-03-03T10:01:00.000-05:00

So last night's dream is sketchy and boring. But the jist is, my sister Roberta was begging Natalie Patrawski to go out that night with her. Natalie didn't want to but eventually gave in. Fast forward a few hours later. I get a call from Roberta and I had to get downtown fast. I stole the neighbors car (not realizing at the time they were black - not that it has any significance <--- hard to spell) which was a silver ($$$) futuristic looking station wagon. I get downtown and find cops everywhere. Roberta told me Natalie was killed, she was drunk and drove her car into a pole....Roberta of course was crying, saying it was all her fault...and now we'd have to hear about this for the rest of our lives during game night. *giggls*
I later went to return the station wagon and I saw a nice looking black man waving out the window as I drove up to the driveway. I think we've all learned something from this dream. Black men are nice, and don't care if you steal their cars. (this is contrary to popular belief).
OK must go *die* now.

A lesson in futility

2005-03-02T09:48:00.000-05:00

So yesterday I spent the day randomly saying to myself, "this is real". I chanted it as I lay down to sleep. I woke up this morning cursing it.

I really have no dreams of interest to blog about, because I really didn't have any. They were all so rudely interupted by my spinning around in circles.

I don't even remember what the first dream was about (weren't these dreams supposed to be more vivid, allowing you to recall them with more detail later?), nor do I remember the sudden realization that I was dreaming. All I remember, is that I was too excited, that I needed to calm down. Then I woke up. I said the mantra again and went back to sleep. Second attempt. Mark Harmon is sitting in his car. I want to get into that car. I mean I REALLY want to get into that car. (do we have to have fix the name of celebrities?) I couldnt get into that car though because I was fucking busy SPINNING AROUND IN CIRCLES! So I woke up.

Yeah, last night was a bust. Is there anyway to reverse the psychological affects of saying this shit one day. Because I'd rather not have lucid dreams, than have none at all. Though it would be nice if I could get into Mark Harmon's car.

Taking control of my dreams

2005-03-01T12:25:00.000-05:00

No real good dreams to report. Although I'd like to comment on my foray (is that a word?) into lucid dreaming. My interest was first peaked when I was bout 13 or 14. I have since revisited this phenomena, realizing through this method I may be able to stop my hauntings, and make out with lots of randon peeps.
So yesterday I asked myself many times throughout the day "is this real?" and in my dream I did find myself asking "is this real" and I knew it wasn't. So I got overly excited (taboo in the world of lucid dreaming) and woke up. Next dream...I saw the trash and they were skinny. I was smart enough to realize I was dreaming but I knew I had to be careful. So I started spinning (a technique I read about online) in my dream, and then began to focus on an object. Eventually I too woke up and made nothing out of this opportunity, I completely squandered it like a fool.
So tonight once again I will see what I can make of my lucid dreams. A lot of people like to go flying, but I'd rather go jump some bones.

Nazis, how poetic

2005-03-01T09:02:00.000-05:00

I don't believe this dream was dreamt strait through, but it was a continuing saga. Wow, I had my first miniseries!

The dream began at my grandparents house. Most of us were sitting in the front livingroom, the drapes were drawn, and most of the lights were off. My sister Stefanie got up to go to the kitchen to make something to eat. Everyone was on edge. The war was going on just outside, there was no telling what might happen to us. I was nervous, my sister going into the kitchen with the light on, was to me, too dangerous. As she busied herself in there, I thought I saw the handle on the door giggle. I began looking for knives to defend ourselves. I grabbed the knife rack from atop the fridge and brought it down. As I began sifting through it, I was teased by my family members. While I was looking for butcher knives, all I came across were elaborate letter openers, that my grandpa had been awarded from the third reich (note: my grandpa was NEVER awarded anything from the third reich, we aren't even german). I grabbed the most steady one I could find, and as I was pulling it out, the door began to giggle again. This time, I wasn't the only one who noticed. I ran down the hall, and hid myself in the closet. As I did, several men in dark uniforms rushed into the house. One grabbed my sister, as the others headed into the living room. The man with my sister held a knife to her throat, and began backing up with her down the hallway. Peaking out from the closet, waited until he inched closer. At the right moment, I lept from the closet. My weapon was frozen in the windup. The man ordered me to drop it, and I willingly obeyed. He pushed my sister away, to go into the living room. I stayed behind with the soldier. He told me they weren't the enemy, but that the nazis were advancing. As I stood there with him, I began feeling bad for what I had intended to do. I looked up from the ground and looking at him, I admited to him, that I would never have been able to do what I was going to, I would never have been able to stab him, even if he were a nazis.

After this all the soldiers left the house, and looking out the window, a large number of soldiers were running down the streets, along with people leaving their houses. Our family followed, as we were all heading to a shelter that had been set up on the outside of town. As we were walkign down the road, I looked back and saw that the streets were empty. It was said that the enemy had retreated back, so I was destined to make it back to the house, to get some food for us. As I was heading back, another young man was attempting the same thing. He pointed out a distant house where the nazis snipers had been trying to shoot him from. I decided I would try regardless.

The dream then switched directions, and I was now in my own home, locked inside lest the nazis come. I was home alone, I don't know where my family had gone. I went out back for some reason, as I was out there, I saw a woman working at our patio door, trying to get in. This had been happening a lot, people were trying to get supplies by looting empty houses. But this wasn't an empty house. I decided to get her away from the inside, so I ran around the house. I was heading for the door, I realized I only had the remote control. The front door was locked, and for a moment I wondered why the remote wasn't programed to open the garage door. I began panicking, thinking I was locked out of the house. Then I remembered the door leading into the garage. Luckily, it was open. The added time cost me however, as I walked in, the patio door window had been smashed. At this point my sister was with me, and we knew the perp was downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I sent my sister talking one way, then crept quietly along the other way. Heading into the laundry area, I found the woman hiding under the stairs. I grabbed her and began hitting her, dragging her up the stairs. I gave her a pounding, then threw her back out the patio door. She had been crying about finding supplied for 3 families. After tossing her out on her ass, I yelled, and I told her that if she showed up at this house again, that I would kill her. I meant it. Just then my parents and rest of my family arrived home. They came in and I told them all about what had happened. They didn't seem too concerned. Nor were they concerned about the van being parked outside. Their response: "insurance will cover it". I began arguing with them that insurance was NOT going to cover it in this situation. There was a war going on outside (I was really getting heated up, and I just love this next line I said, ), "Insurance is not going to cover it when the S.S. knock down your door!" No one was seeing eye to eye with me on this, so I went off to school. At school, which most kids couldn't go to, I met up with my friend dreamblogger. As we sat down, the teacher said we were going to read the stories we had written a long time ago (probably before the war started). When it was finally my turn to read, I stood up in the front of class, and began reading. I hadn't even remembered writing this stuff. It began with a little note singing, but since I wasn't going to sing in class, I just reading it (it was making no sense to me), the class was laughing at me. I began trying to read what I had wrote, but it was very difficult, and I knew it was supposed to be a poem, but it just wasn't making sense. Then the teacher yelled at me, told me I needed to use more, say it with me, EYE CONTACT. I told her I couldn't read it. Then I asked her if I could read off of my rough draft. (oh yeah, everyone laughed too at me when I said the name of my poem was Eno, which was japanese for Unicorn.) Her response to my rough draft comment, was, "you need to use more eye contact". Then I just lost it, I yelled "I can't read it!, I can't use more eye contact when I don't know what I'm supposed to be saying". I stormed over to my desk to get my rough draft. Bending down I whispered into dreambloggers ear "I can't stand this, should I just tell her off and get out of here". I grabbed my rough draft, and found that it was now nearly a book. And I dreaded going up in front of class again, when I saw I had used a lot of latin names for animals in my poem, something that was not going to allow me the use of eye contact. While I was searching for my rough draft, some kid had been sent to the office, looked like Eton Grainger.

And that was the end of the series. Just wanted to note that dreamblogger and her mother and cousins were in another one of my dreams. This also marks the second nazi dream I have had in the past 7 days. Luckily there is a section on nazis in my dream book.

the new underground

2005-02-28T12:27:00.000-05:00

so apparently tony dimera along with his sidekick bart (from days of our lives) were slowly taking over the world. they had established quite the underground. i was lucky enough to be invited to one of their parties. so i had to find something to wear, and i had so many clothes it made it impossible to find an outfit. i did have this one dress that in real life would have fit a 3 year old. very stiff and poofy. i put it on but realized my thighs were huge and this would not work. so anyway i found some outfit and made it to this party. tons of peeps from high school were there, and just other random people from my past. well they were handing out dimes, and bart was the new face of the dime. it was very weird. then came some freaky speeches and i woke up.

this weekend i had a lucid dream. i saw the trash and thought to myself, this can't be real...and i knew if i pinched myself id wake up, so i was careful not to do anything that would cause me to wake up.
i wanted to go around making out with people but no one but the trash was around, and well, that just isn't an option (you'd have to see them i guess).
*dying*
so now i will concentrate more on lucid dreaming, it should make the dreams interesting considering i just want to make out with people.

Can I dream of a show I watch please!

2005-02-28T11:37:00.001-05:00

This dream was a mix of American Idol, Extreme Makeover, and unfortunately, America's Next Top Model (so sue me, I was watching UPN last night, they had commercials, I can't help it!). It began in this rather large, square room. There was a giant wheel, and there were models stuck throughout it, going round and round. Occasionally the "host" would make the models switch positions, I don't know why, but it was their process for picking a winner. Some other people though, had already been picked to go on for AI. So I went into the other room, to see how they were doing. Walking into the other room, it was like walking into a hospital. There were beds lined up agains the wall, filled with patients. Aparently, anyone who wasn't good looking on American Idol, had to have some work done. There were a few, that were only in for minor touch-ups, so they didn't warrant all the machines. I saw my grandma at the end of the line, and went to go see how she was doing (cause you know, my grandma, even though she's deceased, is a hell of a singer! Boy I would have loved to have seen her tear Simon a new one, like only she could do). I held her hand and asked her how she felt. I was trying very hard not to cry, I think because I knew she really wasn't alive. Which is interesting now that I think of it. At no time did I think "this is a dream", or "this isn't real", but I knew she had died. Any how, laying in a bed next to her was Arik Shalloo. The boy was heavily sedated, and hooked up to quite a few machines. He was also, falling out of bed. I reached over my grandma and was trying to keep him in place, asking for someone to help. We finally got him back in bed, it was a hilarious scene. Then someone told me I had to spend the night there in that room sleeping on the floor. And that was it.

I won't go too much into my other dream, but it was kinda funny. I was driving a very old car down the road. It was kinda like a highway, but in the time period the car was from. You couldn't really see out the front of the car, so I spent most of the time with my head out the window. There was road work going on, and there were people right there in the middle of the street. Of course with the car I was in, you couldn't go that fast, but I was still a little nervous with those people so close. I finally had to stop because one guy wouldn't get out of the way, then he yelled at me for driving too fast through a construction zone (ok these people were all out of the 1920's, they were using shovels and wheelbarrows). I realized he was right, that I should have been driving slower. I went on and at one point had to slow down as I passed a dead body on the side of the road. I guess someone was driving too fast for conditions!

Mission Impossible

2005-02-27T09:25:00.000-05:00

My other dreams of the night invovled shooting a bunch of people on a truck with a shot gun, being chased by alien spaceships, and trying to hunt rabbits with night vision goggles. Can you believe none of them warrant the stage today?

I found myself beginning this dream, smack dab in the middle of it. I was standing there face to face with an alarm box. I could see the alarm inside, through the glass, but I also saw the porcupine quill inside that had wedged the door shut. There was a bomb in the school, and I had only a minute to get the door open, because the alarm had been tampered with. I wanted to run, because I could have saved myself, but there were a lot of people in that school, I had to try. I looked over to the clock, 15 seconds remained. I was finally able to pry the door open. Quickly and very carefully, I removed the splinter of wood that had been placed between the alarm bell and the little hammer. And I waited those few seconds to see if I had done it. As time expired there was no explosion, but as the hammer began hitting the bell, I was horrified that there was no sound coming forth. I tried hitting the alarm, seeing as that's always the way to get something broken to work, but with no luck. I knew now that it was only a matter of a minute and a half until the bomb went off. I rushed towards the school, and opening the doors I shouted with all my might that people had to get out of the building. I screamed and screamed but nobody was coming. I thought perhaps they were up on the top floors, that they weren't going to hear me unless I went up, but I knew there wasn't time so I kept yelling. Finally I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I heard something coming from one of the rooms, so I ran to see. There in the corner near the window, and alone, sat Jason Brooshow. Jason was hard at work with a hacksaw trying to cut through a chain that had locked him and a suitcase to his desk leg. Tears were coming down his cheeks. I told him we had to get out of there, but he just kept at it. Finally I rushed to his desk, and picking up the desk leg, slid the chain down and off. I grabbed him and made a rush for the door. Once we were clear we were in another school building heading for our classrooms. I asked Jason why he was chained to his desk. He told me he and Hether Crevice were supposed to appologize, and as soon as they did they would be let go. As he was telling me this, Hether walked by, and quickly left after giving me this bizzare look. I was furious though with what jason told me, so with a touch of anger in my voice, I asked him who did it. He told me it was Logan (from Veronica Mars, who would do something like that). I assured him I would give Logan a piece of my mind.

After leaving Jason, I ended up in the classroom, quickly filling up with students. I just had to finish writing some notes, I hadn't planned on being there long, so I sat down in the first open desk, instead of my assigned seat. As I was working on this, I saw Carrie Welkner come in, completely ignore me, and take a seat. Following her was Hether Filet. I was hard at work when someone threw a white paper bag on my desk. I was having problems with my vision, so it was hard to see, but it looked like a valentines mail box from grade school. The people around me were looking at it. I told them I couldn't see well, and asked them what grade it was from. On one side it said 5th, but on the other it said 7th. On the side of the 7th grade, was a crayon drawing I had done. On it was written, "If I could be in the ring with one person it would be Kate Mulgrew", along with a picture of her in a boxing ring. No one there understood, but I did and was very embarassed by it. I grabbed it awawy from them, and tried making my way over to Keri to show her. I never made it. One thing I remember though feeling as I sat there, was that I had risked my life to save the lives of everyone in that room. But I recieved no thanks. I guess I know what I'm going to let happen next time.

Oh, and Kate Mulgrew played Captain Janeway in Star Trek Voyager. Which come to think of it, wasn't on the air when I was in 7th grade. I wish my dreams would at least be plausable.

Oh my, I'm dying

2005-02-25T11:12:00.000-05:00

The dream began innocently enough with a car race. In this race, however, each vehicle has three occupants. I was riding in the car, along with an unknown person, whilst my eldest sister Jennie drove. Now I'm scared enough driving with her under normal circumstances, but racing? Dear god. She began driving backwards, very fast, trying to show off. I was screaming my head off, swearing up a storm. Heading into the corner, we were met by another car, which promptly smashed into us. Our car was totalled, so we were out of the race. Walking off the track, I continued my swearing fit, cursing her with all my might.

From here the dream took an odd turn, and I found myself in a hospital facility, specifically being used to treat people with a certain "disorder", which caused brain damage, and bouts of seizures. The halls and the rooms were very dark, and the people I saw being treated there were all girls. I saw some doctors helping a woman down the hall. I stood alone, in the dark, my head spinning and in pain. I stood there looking out the window into the darkness, and I knew I was sick. Other than the headaches, I showed no other symptoms, but I felt myself slowly beginning to give in. I wanted to go back to my room, but with my head spinning, I fell onto the bed next to me. I wanted to just lie there and sleep, but I did not want people to think I was ill. I got up after a short time, and started walking towards my room. I kept taking wrong turns, swearing as I stumbled down the hallway. Some girls were having a party though, and the noise was bothering me so I headed back. Along the way I saw a snack shop (it seemed now that this facility was a girls camp), and headed in. I wasn't sure if the food I saw was free, or if you had to pay, but since no one was around, I grabbed two vanilla frosting long johns. I sat down at a table, but soon the room was beginnign to fill with people. I didn't like the way I thought they were looking at me, so I tossed the half eaten doughnut, and wrapped the other one in napkins to take with me. Somehow I wandered out onto a soccer field where my mom and some relatives were watching a cousin of mine play. I sat down next to my mom, and told her I just wanted to sleep.
You know, it was a pretty sad dream. I think I knew I was dying. hmmm......

The hots for my stepbrother?

2005-02-25T09:26:00.000-05:00

Apparently either my mom or dad remarried (yet they are not even divorced) and I gained a few brothers and sisters. One in particular was my age and quite attractive. Somehow I was in elementary school again, but it was really a post-college school. I noticed my stepbrother was in my class so I made sure to get in a group with him. I was beginning to have the hots for him. We were given a project, and our group decided to do a mini carnival. I said I would do the games because that would be fun and easy and my step brother wanted to as well. (I am thinking he had the hots for me in return *giglz*). SO anyway, then I went to my next class and I saw mr. robata standing there and i said "Am I on your class list Mr. Robata?" and he said, yes yes you are! So i went to sit down, and theres my step brother again. I told him how he now has a cute niece named Ivy (name changed to protect identity) and how i cant wait for him to meet her! There was just so much more, my whole night I was in this new family/new school situation and it was great. Ever since waking up I have been longing for my stepbrother though *slurp*.

*sidenote* In retrospect, after typing this, I find having an attraction to any type of sibling disburing. I guess it just seemed hot at the time while in my dream!!!

High School Reunion!

2005-02-24T10:18:00.000-05:00

so it was our high school reunion. it was quite the shindig. only person i recall is leeza shortghini reading off the names of people who won a trip to vegas. i didn't win, bitch! but i do remember aime cove being there too, and no one would let me sit at their table (just like in real high school!) ahh there was much more, but alas it was forgotten the minute i hopped out of bed. please forgive me!
dreamblugger's right, our dreams suck of late. whats going on!

Kidnapped by space aliens?

2005-02-24T09:47:00.000-05:00

I don't recall precisely how I ended up in the situation, but I was in a chain link fence maze, being chased by a blond-mulletted male. I had been searching for information, and I was now attempting to get out, and into the chained off area next to the maze, where the real goods were. The man was hot on my trail, when I jumped on top of the fence, and began running and jumping up there, to skip the maze stuff. It did not, however give me the head start I had hoped for. The man caught me just as I was about to get to the other fence. As I stood there ready to face defeat, he bent over and his back split open, and spewing guts everywhere, something shot out from him strait into the air, and then split again into two, each going the opposite direction horizontally to the ground. All of this happened so quickly, I didn't have time to comprehend any of it when I was picked up off the ground by some creature, I can only describe as Stitch from the movie Lilo and Stitch (that was the name right?). I was now being carried away by a flock of these things. I didn't know exactly where they were taking me, but somehow I knew that they were never going to let me go. As we were flying along, we had left behind the wooded area from where I was taken, and soon were flying over the ocean. Desperate for some excitement, I grabbed the stitch next to me, and plucked him out of the sky. I then let him drop, aiming for an island below (I don't know why it couldn't fly). Then we passed it. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The water was crystal clear, the color of saphire. The beaches were glistening in the sun. I saw the island and I knew that is where I wanted to spend the rest of my life. For the first time since I was taken away, I fought. And I fell. Hitting the water, the only emotion I felt was freedom. As I came to the surface, I was ready to live. Then I noticed the flock of stitches had come back for me.

WTF?

2005-02-23T19:11:00.000-05:00

Has blogging turned my dreams to mush? Because I don't remember a damn thing. Perhaps hormonal changes can affect dreams, does anyone know? Perhaps a study should be done (by us) looking for a link between absense of lucid dreams and menstration. Dreamblogger, I'm looking to you now.

Mustang Accident

2005-02-23T10:08:00.000-05:00

OK, so randy and i were driving in his black 2005 mustang. We were on the highway and i kept telling him to slow down, as i was watching TV on my LCD screen on the passenger side. He didnt even have his lights on and it was night. As I yelled, he decided to be cool and take a wicked turn, but we ended up tilted on the side, barreling into a little boy. I immediately thought to myself, our lives our over. I ran out of the car freaking out seeing if the little boy was okay....he had a hand injury but he wasn't dead, that was the important thing! So turns out Randy's sister, Sally, and her kids, had just recently met this family and she was at their house. So we all went over there. I was trying to get the kids to forgive by giving them sticker books. I just kept thinking how lucky we were and how it could have been so much worse, its like the family was so forgiving. I was just hoping Randy was going to learn a lesson about the way he drives. I just kept thinking how there had to be a God, becuase this situation turned into a good one.

Hockey Night

2005-02-22T09:51:00.000-05:00

I was playing right-wing for a little hockey team, out in the middle of nowhere. For the life of us we just could not stop the other team, and we found ourselves in a quick 9-0 hole. My next time out, I managed to get the puck down to the other end, and assisted on a goal. We were pretty excited, until we realized it was still 9-1. Next play, Terra Codderobick just shoots a wild shot, and it goes in. I'm giving her high fives and all. I was really excited for her. The dream went on, somehow I ended up at this house my cousins were living at. I had to move all my x-files memorablilia out of the closet and drawers. Damn though if I didn't have the complete series on DVD.

I do think something is wrong with my sleep as of late. I don't think I'm having the quality of dreams I normally do, nor the clarity. Ah Well.

Interview with Michael Jackson

2005-02-22T09:22:00.000-05:00

oh god!!! somehow dreamblugger and i had the opportunity to interview michael jackson. him and his entourage showed up at my mom's house and michael went to sit on the toilet. just on the seat of it. he is weird and all. so we were to hold the interview in there. it was a bit tight though with his whole entourage. i remember being very nervous, and started getting paranoid that they were simply going to just kill us after.
it was so much cooler in my dream, as always!

I got nottin

2005-02-21T11:18:00.000-05:00

I do not remember a single thing from last night. I think perhaps because my plan backfired. In an attempt to control my dreams, I hypnotised myself. I told myself that in my dreams, if I were to encounter an object that started with the letter "c", that I would realize I was in a dream, and could take control of my actions. Aparently the plan backfired. Ah well, it was an experiment, one that did not work. Alas.

Kelly Cowell??

2005-02-21T10:43:00.000-05:00

OK so there was so much to this dream on saturday night, but all i remember is
rolling around with simon cowell of american idol fame. i dont remember making out with him, but we were watching a paula abdul performance live. i could tell he kind of had a crush on her, and i got out of him that he and her had sex 5 times. i was like, you dog!!!
thats it. sorry.

Eh, not much

2005-02-18T19:07:00.000-05:00

Really nothing exciting on the dream front. It was a CSI dream, and I had a piece of glass and was trying to match it to a neck wound with a pair of tweezers. And that is all I remember.
Sorry.

Bloody socks

2005-02-18T10:05:00.000-05:00

OK, I had so clearly remembered all my dreams after waking up. Could not wait to blog. Now I barely remember crap.

One dream that sticks out is DreamBlugger walked into my house, and said "NOW I HAVE TO BUY A HOUSE!!" all excited, and i go "YOU GOT A JOB!?!!" and she was like "yeah!!!" and we were jumping up and down. turns out the job was in the same city so we knew we'd now have to, together, avoid the trash for years to come. it was so exciting. but then i had to ask her to help us with some investigative work.
turned out Randy and I were trying to solve the case of the bloody sock. Somehow we ended up with a baby sock covered in blood, and we had to figure out what was going on. It was rather exciting in my dream anyway.
Damn there was so much more, I really need to get DreamBlugger working on that dream recorder. Or maybe a live feed to this blog?

Ghosts and Grandpas...but in different dreams

2005-02-17T23:24:00.000-05:00

The first dream of the evening was not your standard Dreambl(u/o)gger haunting. I woke to find myself laying in a bed in a dark room. Suddenly there were glowing lights, that would go in and out, floating around in the air. I knew there were ghosts in the room, and I began panicking. I screamed out a bit, then ran out of the room. I believed I could dispell the ghost if I got it to follow me into the corner bedroom of the house. However, after getting it (it was now a demon) there, I found that that was not the case. I managed to get into another room. Here the plan was to conjure up somebody to tell me how to get rid of the demon. At the far end of the room, I turned on the cd player. I began skipping tracks trying to find the right one. As I was doing this, I also began lighting a candle, on the large mantle above the cd player. The flame from the candle however was jumping around , and lighting other candles, and the room began to grow brighter. It was beginning to get out of hand, so I took a spray bottle, and started putting out some of the candles. Others were going out though that I hadn't intended on putting out, and just like that I was left in darkness. Then the dream ended.

The next dream, I was back at my old grade school. I was supposed to meet some family members in another classroom, so I head down the hallway. Upon entering the classroom, I noticed a message had been written on the board. It looked as though someone had licked a finger, and written the words on a chalkdust covered board. I had a difficult time reading it, and asked that it be read aloud for me. The message had said that my aunt had called, and that she and my grandpa would not be coming by, they had to leave for some reason. Though not part of the message, I somehow knew that they had left because some distand relative in another city had wanted my grandpa to sell to him some of his stocks. I started telling someone in the classroom, that my grandpa would never sell this guy his stocks, that it just wasn't going to happen. Somehow, this dream took a 180, and I was now in the basement with an Xbox rigged to crash down the ceiling. All I had to do was power down. I took the controller, set the scroll bar on the power off, and started climbing up the stairs. I pushed the enter button when I was ready, but nothing happened. the xbox did not go off. Dum Dum Dummmmm.

The Trash - Thin???

2005-02-17T09:17:00.000-05:00

OK, so my dream the previous night that i almost had done blogging but ended up X'ing it out at the last minute...
Kristine was in it and we were using clay, making little creatures. Mine turned into a cute furry stuffed animal somehow. Then Erik Reya was there, trying to win her back. Turns out he had a crush on me in high school, so I found out.
But anyway, I of course thought "cool since we're friends again, the haunting will stop". son of a bitch, i woke up.

Last night's dream. Classik with a goddamn K! I ran into the blonde trash member at a park here in town, and she was literally a tooth pick. well not literally but very thin. like 90lbs. we got to talking and i thought, crap i hope the other trash member is still fat! Well she shows up later and she is just as thin. it was so weird, its like they hadn't eaten in years. So we all started hanging out. And we went to visit the blonde member's older half sister. She had some weird roommates, one of which got naked and was sitting across from the hubby and i. had to cover his eyes. my dad was there too hanging with us. then the blonde wanted to give me a ride home, in her SUV. except id be attached to it and riding on top of a kite. it was pretty scary. later i wanted to ask if they ever got my wedding invitation, but i didnt get to it. I also thought to myself "oh, this is for real this time, so now i have two less people haunting me.....now i just need to find the rest and be friends with them again". oh how naive i am in my dreams!!!

also a dream of note, the other night cars, vans, any vehicle could now fly. except people weren't very good at this driving in the sky thing, and everyone kept crashing.
then i was on some island with the hubby (its so hard not to type his name) and there was a big explosion. i took off to the only other part of the island i knew the flames wouldn't reach. but i lost Randy (thats his new name) and i was so scared he was blown up! but i knew in my heart he didnt and he would find his way to me!!

*dying*

Medium! (I always thought I was a large)

2005-02-15T09:54:00.000-05:00

First I just want to say I woke this morning shortly before 7 in a very confused state. I thought it was Sunday. Can't say I've ever really had that problem, except when camping.

Any way, my memory is a little vague when it comes to dreams last night, so this will be short. I was in a hotel room with my little brother, two kids I used to play hockey with, and maybe some random family members. I was waiting by the door for people to knock, then I would give them a fake credit card and a coupon to buy something from them. The first person tried walking off with my credit card, I had yell out for them to give it back to me. The next person, I think was the woman from that new NBC show Medium, along with her daughter. I had to find the right card and coupon (which was from Shopko) to give to her. Meanwhile, her daughter had jumped up onto the bed. From that short time she was there, I think we really bonded. Then she left. The weird part, is that although I watch a lot of TV, I don't watch Medium. Ooooooo spooky.

Mary Steenbergen is my MOTHER?!?!

2005-02-14T10:36:00.000-05:00

I had just purchased a house down the street from my parents, a real fixer-upper. My only sibling, a sister, was on her way over to take a look at the house. When she arrived, she didn't come alone. There was a woman behind her who looked just like Mary Steenbergen. The woman didn't say anything, but held back, giving me the most peculaiar stares. My sister and I were talking when she made some cryptic comment about this woman. I stood there staring at my sister, then asked "she's our real mother?". My sister said she was. "Does she know that?" was followed by "Does she know that you know?". It was all very strange, seeing this woman standing there, knowing she was my mother. However, I had no desire to bond with her, and turned away to show my sister some things. I made a joke about her needing to return my knife, then started to do some cleaning. The rest really isn't that interesting. All I can say though, is thank God, Mary Steenbergen really isn't my mother, she seems like such a crab!

The Hauntings

2005-02-14T09:38:00.000-05:00

So I know i had tons of wonderful dreams over the weekend, but i of course can't remember any. the one thing that cracked me up though was when Carrie showed up in my dream. turns out she moved back into the area and i ran into her.
we instantly hit it off and i explained to her how i was haunted by her in my dreams over the years. i explained that now that we've made amends these hauntings are over, and now i just need to find the trash to get rid of their hauntings. carrie thought this haunting business was hils. as did i.
thatz it.
i'm weak.

Weekend blogging

2005-02-12T13:32:00.000-05:00

Really, who wants to blog on their weekend? Not me. But since last nights dream was rather big, I thought it warranted my taking the time to write it down.

A lot of relatives had gathered at my grandparents house. I was in the back room, when I saw my grandpa sitting in a rocking chair. Now this wouldn't be such a big deal, except my grandpa died about a month ago. I was the only one who saw him. He didn't say or do anything, he just sat there in silence. I was fine when I was just standing there watching him, but then started crying when I told him it was time for him to leave. I guess I thought since in life he wouldn't go anywhere without my grandma, that he wouldn't leave without her now. But I told him it was time to move on. I spent the rest of the dream crying, and no one knew why, I just got weird looks from the cousins and the brothers and sisters.

This is the third dream I've had with dead grandparents, and the second one with my grandpa. My grandma behaved in a similar fashion in another dream, we just sat next to each other on a couch in silence. I don't think I really want to share the third one.

When Blogging Takes Over Your Life

2005-02-11T15:02:00.000-05:00

I had so many "mini dreams" last night, there isn't much point in going over all of them. It was a very strange night though. I think I woke several times, and was disoriented, but I don't really remember. Probably trying to repress memories. In one dream though, I had woken up from a dream, and was lying in my bed. I picked up a pad of paper and a pen, and started writing down my dream. I think I wasn't exactly awake though, more like I was sleepwalking...or sleepwriting, whatever. Later I looked at what I had written, and it looked as though I had parkinson's, because it was not really ledgable. My plan though, was to leave the paper and pen next to me in bed, so that during my dream cycles, I could write them down, making the bloggin in the morning easier.

Very quickly, there was another dream about some wasps in the living room, and I had to capture them. Then I was outside playing basketball with Al Roker (or some other large black man), we were playing some game, I don't know if it has a name, but it was a game we always played when we were younger. Except Al was cheating, and he kept blocking my shots. Then one missed, and went into the garage, and hit my dads car. That was big no no. You never bounced the basketball in the garage, and you never played basketball with the garage door open, you don't want to mess up his eighth (though number one) child. Then a basketball was sailing through the air, and someone knocked it hitting my mom in the face. I of course, started crying and was trying to make sure she was ok. I was very emotional.

Christmas Tsunami

2005-02-11T10:02:00.000-05:00

So it was Christmas, and I was at my parents house. We were going to start opening presents when we realized the waves off the lake (which was a mile outside of our house I'd say) were gettin pretty wicked.
As time went on, the waves were crashing into our house....It was like watching a small tsunami. It was so damn scary. I kept thinking "wow this is how all those people in sri lanka felt when that tsuanmi was coming toward them".
Then the windows started to give, and there was leakage in the living room. I remember thinking how I wanted to go pick up Nana and bring her to wear she'd be safe, but I knew I'd never be able to drive through this mini tsunami without floating into the lake.
It was so KEWL!

New Piercing Trend - OUCH!!!

2005-02-10T09:50:00.000-05:00

I don't remember much about last night's dream, other than I was partaking in the latest piercing trend. It was having your fingers pierced with little diamond earrings. One earring right above the knuckle, and then another one above where your finger bends. And you had two on each finger. It was pretty stylin'. I then started realizing how painful and annoying it was, because the backs to all these "fingerings" would be in the way of everything you did with your hands.
Then I was taking a shower at my sister's house, and the shower curtain was not stopping the water from getting out of the tub, and the bathroom was flooding out of control. Stupid and uneventful, but alas I have to blog it.

Guns, Zombies, and Dreamblogger, OH MY!

2005-02-10T09:31:00.000-05:00

First the quick part of the dream night, though this occured at the end of the next one I'm going to describe. I had just left Wilson Junior High School, and was standing by the circle drive, when I saw my friend Dreamblogger. She was waiting for her "driver" to pick her up. As she was standing there all bundled up in her jacket, she excitedly told me about her new bronze covered tooth, the quickly flashed a smile pointing it out, then went back to ignoring me. So I walked away.

Now the dream began in an auditorium. I had either whitnessed this all before in a vision, or the events were repeating themselves, but I knew myself, and everyone else in there, was in a trouble. A group of kids was playing basketball, and I climbed up the hoop, and into the balcolning. I got some weird looks from the people sitting there. I began explaining to someone I knew, that I had to find someplace to escape to, and saw that in a metal beam that extended the length of the auditorium. I knew zombies could not navigate such a narrow beam, and they would not be able to get me there. The person asked me about the zombies, and I told them they were to blame. I pointed to the top of the balcolny, where Dakota Fanning was sitting. I explained that Dakota was a zombie, evident by the black circles around her eyes, and blank gaze. And because they were allowing her to sit there, just because she was "Dakota Fanning", they were spelling their own doom. Then I left, and met Dreamblogger. The dream was much more intense, but it's hard to convey all that.

Now the best dream. I was at my grandparents house, and I was Jack Bristow from Alias. I was chasing down a suspect through the house, and followed him out the door. He stopped, turned around, and pointed a gun at me. I kept telling him to drop the gun, as I kept my own on him as we circled around one another. Another person entered the scene, and the guy pointed his gun at them. His back was then turned to me though, and I jumped on top of him, wrestling him to the ground, grabbing his gun from him on the way down. I managed to put a round into his gut, but he didn't give up fighting. I managed to get him onto his stomach, and though his struggles were in vein, I put the final bullet into his head. I put my gun away, and was going to leave him to die, but someone else had called 911, against my better judgement. Since we had been in the backyard, I dragged the man in a tarp up to the front, as the ambulance drove up to the house. The ambulance was nothing to be proud of, and I figured they must be canadian. Several people exited the vehicle and began getting the man into the ambulance. Still be Jack Bristow, I started shouting out orders, that I wanted those bullets. I told them the man had taken one shot to the head, one shot to the lower GI, but that neither were through and throughs. The ambulance left, but some of my team were left behind. I wanted one of us to be there, so I was going to send Dr. Mallard (from NCIS), Alex (From CSI: Miami) was going to go with. Dr. Mallard (who also seemed to be my grandpa) started walking past me, and I handed him the car keys, but he walked right past me. This is where the story changes. We were apparently in Vegas, because they had to go to some casino. I tried telling them there was no way they could walk there. At that point, I walked to the end of the driveway, and looking down the road, saw that there was a large casino there. It was painted in puples and greens, and in neon lights, said CompKing (which I find to be hilarious). Then I saw the Ocean, which I know isn't possible in Vegas, but then we were actually in California, and things just got too tangled for me to go on. It was a great feeling though, being Jack Bristow. I was always calm, even putting that bullet into the guys head. Very confident about myself.

Just a quick side note. During that dream, at the end, the house was no longer my grandparents, but we were all aparently in some sort of big brother situation (though not so much like the television show, because I've never watched it), we were all living in this house, that wasn't our own. After offering the keys, there was this woman, dressed very proper, who had walked past the garage, she was doing yard work. Somewhere in there, I had the time to take a bushtrimmer away from someone (people were arguing because someone was cutting some bushes), I yelled "I'll make an executive decision", and then pretended to take the chainsaw (as it now was) to the shed, and say that I was going to make it a port o potty. I find that rather amusing, so I thought i would share that bit.

In the presence of Royalty

2005-02-09T09:39:00.000-05:00

I did have one dream where I was vacactioning in a tropical setting, but since that seemed to be the theme for last night *cough cough*, I will forgo it for a much more exciting dream!

Me and my partner, who remained faceless and nameless alas, were roaming the countryside, kinda looked like Albert drive, with our rifles with scopes. We spotted the bad guys down a ways, and sneaking to the side of the road, we started opening fire. Some of the guys dropped, hit, but after emptying my clip, I realized we were in trouble. We took off into the brush, meanwhile I was trying to reload. We were being chased for some time, before we came to a city. Instead of continuing through the city, we decided to hide out in a house. We managed to get in to one where a woman lived with her young son. While the others were down in the basement, I was wondering around when I saw the front door was open, and a car had driven up into the driveway, the headlights shining in, lighting up the house since it was now dark. I freaked out, and ran to shut the door, making sure I was not seen. After this, I went up to the top floor, and soon the house seemed to turn into a loft, with a great view of the large metropolis outside. This later morphed into a very large home, with some nicely decorated rooms. While walking around, the things that really caught my eye, were the water fountains on the glass kitchen table (I did wonder if there was room to actually eat there). I was supposed to decide which room I wanted to sleep in, and for some reason I picked the air mattress on the floor. I think my reasoning behind that though, was that I had my period at the time, and I did not wish to have any "accidents" on the good sheets. I laid down, but not for long, before I began exploring again. Then I really found the good rooms. In one, a strip down the middle of the room was actually a television screen, that had moving water on it, so it looked like a river almost. The walls looked like you were in an egyptian palace, like you were at the Luxor in Vegas. In another room, I found a young girl playing a video game on a VERY large screen. I remember thinking what terrific graphics it had. It was all great. Upon walking out of that room, I ran into a family member, and the owner of the place we were staying, which was aparently a casino/hotel, which was closed for the evening. I asked my family member to confirm we were spending two nights, then very giddy, I asked PRINCE! if we could maybe spend the next night sleeping in the hall, since it was very large, and very nice. And thus it ended. But I did get a chance to see Prince. Rock ON!

Back to Jamaica Mon!

2005-02-09T09:24:00.000-05:00

Yet another dream where I am on vacation! Sweet! This time my husband and I decided to go somewhere other than Negril, Jamaica, so we went to another part of the country. We arrived and checked into our room. While checking in I noticed a lot of familiar faces, people I would rather not vacation with. So we get to our room, which was a lot tinier than where we stayed the time before. Our beds were literally only big enough for a cabbage patch doll, and there were 2. I started bitching saying that this was ridiculous and we would request another room. Then a jamaican woman came in and pulled out our real beds from the wall. They were single beds. Nothing compared to our california king on our honeymoon. But I wasn't going to let that get me down! Then I see my father-in-law doing some repairs. I thought it was rather odd he worked in Jamaica for these odd jobs, but I didn't question it. Turns out I forgot to pack a bunch of things, just like in my trip to vegas dream. That is always a recurrence, forgetting to pack crap!!! I decided we would go eat at the buffet, then realized I was on a diet and would not get my moneys worth for being "all-inclusive" since I couldn't really pig out.
Damn my dream was more exciting when I was in it! I do remember being in a swimsuit with some waterfall pouring down on me. Relaxing!

Monster Attack!

2005-02-08T10:59:00.000-05:00

The dream began innocently enough, with a road trip cross country. The two girls that were along for the ride were familiar to me, but I can't for the life of me name them. The trip ended at a school gym, where large tables had been set up for some sort of a reunion I imagine, as there were a lot of people from high school there. None of my close friends were in attendance, and because I did not wish to be sitting by myself, I decided to sit next to Suzan Tenee. I asked politely if that seat next to her was taken, then sat down. Soon after sitting down, the gym turned into a giant swamp. I soon found myself driving a around in a boat, jumping over things, and firing guns attached to the boat at a group of my peers, as though I was now in a video game. Unfortunately, I was also being shot at, the result being my boat blowing up. I tried to return, but I realized I was not alone, there were small worms swimming around in the water. I climbed up into a tree to keep away from the worms, that were quickly evolving into larger, more complex creatures. Looking down, I saw that I had carried some worms up with me into the tree on my shoes, and was constantly trying to pick off the little lizards that were crawling on me. Looking over, I saw that someone had secured themselves into a gorilla cage, as we were apparently next to the zoo. I figured that would be a safe place to be, and I hopped over and managed to get myself into a smaller cage, almost cave-like. I was attempting to secure the cage door when I was startled by a hand on my shoulder. ThenI woke up.

On a side note, I also had this bizarre dream involving a suspension bridge, and falling into the water below. There was some sort of competition going on about it, and I happened to be competing against my sister, and a certain member of the trash. Seriously, I think now that the bloggin has started, the trash are going to be around much more. Thanks Blogger, you've made my life so much better (/sarcasm)

Back to Vegas!

2005-02-08T09:17:00.000-05:00

Ahh yes!!! What a kick ass dream, little of which I can remember.
I just remember being in the airport with my family and relatives, and I was reflecting back on the trip I had taken with dreamblugger and my husband back in march of '03. According to this recollection of events, while in vegas all 3 of us had split up going our separate ways. I was pictured at this blackjack table, casino crowded as can be. I believe it was a downtown casino. I was winning left and right and was wondering how dreambooger was doing. Turns out she wasnt doing so hot and either was the ball and chain. I mean this dream was nothing exciting but it felt like I was truly back in vegas, on my own, no commitments, just having a great time. I also dreamt I was towards the end of my period but forgot to bring any tampons along. I wish my period wouldn't haunt me in my dreams, isn't real life enough for it!!!
*sigh*

Marooned!

2005-02-07T10:23:00.000-05:00

Before I get into my Gilligan's Island dream, let me talk about my dream involving the hairier side of the trash (get it, bush *gigglz*). She and I were in class together, sitting next to one another. I was attempting to pay great attention to the teacher, as I always did back in the day, but she kept whispering to me. It was becoming a little embarassing, especially since the teacher was remarking about the noise. Later she got up from her seat, after stealing one of my pencils, to go sharpen it, a fact that was unnecessary as the pencil she had stolen from me was already sharp. She stood at the sharpener for some time, at which point to teacher had stopped his lessons, and the whole class silently waited for the sharpening to end. I was beginning to get overwhelmed by everything, and in order to prove how much I wanted to get on with things, and to show off in front of LVD (as we nicknamed the teacher), I got another pencil of mine, which was not sharpened, and took it over to the pencil sharpener. But as all pencil sharpeners were back in the day, I was merely able to whiddle away my pencil to nothingness. Alas, it was a bit embarassing.

Now, on to the Island. A large group of students had been marooned on some island. While I was walking around, I saw Jayson Kaneer trying to talk others into making a raft. At that time I asked him if he wouldn't just prefer to live on the island, which could provide for us, than risk dying trying to cross the seas. He went back to work. Things were tense on the island, and at one point, I was riding a bear trying to scare another bear away from the people. The bear turned into a big breasted woman who then flopped her way into the ocean. Analyse that Freud! But moving on to the best part. While walking along the beach, I saw that people had found some boats, so of course I wanted a boat, and a good place to call home. I came across some lego remnants covered in dust. Inside were some lego scientists, and at that moment, I became a scientist. Then an alarm sounded, someone was taking over the island. I tried to hide among some rocks at the top of the cliff overlooking the beach, but everone had been implanted with a tracking beacon in their head. I was found, were I was then beaten and left. In front of a group of prosecuted people, I used some grappler thing to painfully remove the tracker from my head. From there I traveled to the other side of the island, which was covered in snow, and kept watch over by the white storm troopers from star wars. And as you always have to do in this situation, I managed to knock out a guy and steal his suit. I was trying to get into a little bunker, when I was stopped by the guy in charge. He was concerned with the display readings in the back of my suit, and was asking what my numbers were. I had no idea what he was talking about, but was able to keep him going for some time. Soon I realized I was in a jam, and took off running along the cliffs. Finally I jumped into a crevice, and hoped I would blend in with the snow. Alas, that was not to happen this time. I was soon found, and quickly two of the leaders were discussing ways of blowing me up. Intent on living, I managed to break off the piece of rock behind me, and I plunged into the water below along with two of the leaders. They attempted to grab my legs as I kicked away, and for some time they succeeded, but eventually I freed myself. About 200 yards out into the sea where some strange looking concrete structures. I was able to find an entrance, and negotiating some tricky ladder system (too complex to describe here) I was able to get into a room where I found........then I woke up. I tried to get back to sleep cause usually you can pick up where you left off, but alas, that was not to happen here.
Oh, also had a dream that dreamblogger was at my grandparents house, were my sister served us Dew. Weird, I know!

Weak Weekend Dreams

2005-02-07T09:21:00.000-05:00

So the weekend was weak. Todd Meeschler (one of our promising classmates who is now delivering pizzas for Dominos) was wrestling with me in one dream, he had a bit of a crush on me. But then again who doesnt?

So last night I had a lucid dream. I havent had one of these in years. So i was going through the line at Roberto's Market and the lady in front of me couldn't pay, she forgot her wallet. Knowing that I was dreaming, I thought it would be hils (short for hilarious) to pay for her stuff, knowing that I was just dreaming...but in real life my transaction would not go through for her and she would be stuck with not having paid for her groceries! So yes I knew it was a dream, but I thought she was still "real" and her grocery bill was real. Love it! I also started trying to find some random people to make out with but that was a no-go.

Sweet Dreams

2005-02-04T14:16:00.000-05:00

As so many of my dreams have in the past, last nights dreams included a foray into the world of schools and guns. I was visiting a school, one that I had never attended, and was unfamiliar with the place. While walking through the quiet corridors, I noticed two men with guns. One was rather chunky, wearing a wife-beater, the other could have been of latino descent, with a slight mustache, and very thin. I was watching as they began shooting up the school room, from just outside the door. While watching them I glanced across the room and saw two girls standing idly by. I recognized one of the girls as "Erin Deebnerre" (edited to protect identity) from my high school days. As she had been somewhat of a friend back in the day, I did not think she would give my position away, as I realized she and this other girl were with the two men. Though she did not say anything, my presense was made, and I quickly closed the door, and fell to the floor. I began whithering around in mock pain, hoping my act might buy me my life. The door opened and all I could do now was wait for the right moment. As soon as I realized they were standing above me, I quickly reached for one of the guns. After getting a hold of one, I drew the weapon on the two men. As has happened to me so many times before, I found it difficult to pull the trigger, and was forced to use as many fingers as I could to compress it. I shot the men, though they did not die. After helping a police officer (who I had attended classes with) load his weapon, we soon found ourselves outdoors being chased by the men. This time, I was outfitted with a 22 long rifle. Again I found it difficult to pull the trigger, and though I thought my shots were hitting their targets, the two men continued their pursuits. After finally getting the chunky man down to the ground, I attempted to restrain him with handcuffs. His attempts to get off the ground were met with prompt elbows in his back, and repeated commands to stay down. And thus my dream ended.

While I have successfully pulled triggers in real life, I often wonder what it is that is preventing me from doing so in my dreams. Could it be that subconsciously I am questioning whether I am capable of taking a human life? Or is it something more complicated.