Wrong place, wrong time

I was in a store with two girls, it was the goth store. They were all wrapped up in the little goth trinkets, and I was standing back, watching them shop. I felt someone place a kiss on my neck from behind, and they had really full lips, and kissed several more times. I turned around to find a sexy man behind me, he kissed me, and I kissed him back. I was aware that the girls were not too far away, and told him I couldn't. He suggested we go to the dressing room, which was just a little room, with a cloth curtain. We went into the dressing room, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply, and we ran our hands over each other's bodies while we kissed. It was all very erotic, but I was worried that the girls would start looking for me or that we would be discovered in the dressing room. I remember saying that I didn't want to be banned for life from the goth store. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, and returned to the girls, who hadn't noticed my absence, and he left.

Voting

The new medication makes it harder for me to remember my dreams.

I was in an antiques store, and I had my niece with me. Someone was talking to me, and I looked across the room and saw these really interesting little glass figurines. They looked kind of like kewpie dolls, but were different enough that I thought they were a real find. Chutah came into the room, and I pointed them out to her, because I thought of her immediately when I saw them. She was really excited about the pseudo kewpies.

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Something about voting and politics, I can't remember.

IRILL

I was chatting with CC online. She said that now that people's wishes were coming true, it was time to start getting lists together. She changed her name on the chat to IRILL, or something like that to reflect that she was in list-making, wish-getting mode.

Can't sleep

Conserve Water, Shower together

I was going to the pshychologist, and trying to remember who my dr. was by going through some kind of greatest hits collection. I knew it was a guy, and he was one of my favorites. I thought it was Beck. My dad was going to take me, but first he went around getting bags of ice. I don't know why. When he came back, he was Christopher Walken. I went to the doctor, but the visit was incredibly brief, I filled out one form and Walken complained about how they were mistreating me, but it wasn't about a treatment, it was a job.

I went to my hotel room, to get ready for a big event, and my girlfriend came with me, we were talking about what had happened, and I told her that I had to go take a shower, I'd come right back. I left the room, and came back in for something, and she looked disappointed, so I asked her if she wanted to come with me. She was very happy with that idea. We grabbed our robes, and headed for the hotel showers. The showers were in this huge room, it was bigger than my house by far, with about 30 ft ceilings, and completely tiled in brown tiles about 2' x 2'. She started to disrobe, and I liked what I saw. She would lose an item of clothing, then I would. We were all stripped down except for our shirts, and I remember feeling vaguely self conscious, but not terribly so. For some reason, she didn't like her breasts. I went ahead and took off my shirt, and she was impressed, and told me I was beautiful. Another one of our friends came in, but we didn't mind, because the sexual tension was there but not overwhelming. We hurried down to the showers, with were recessed into huge floor to ceiling windows, three spouts to a section. I went to step down into the beginning of the shower area.

I was in water that was over my head, still trying to swim to the water. I remembered that I forgot my shampoo, but there was lots of it floating around. Speaking of floating, I was floating on the top of the water with no effort. I explained this to my friend, who thought it was completely normal, so I relaxed. We went to one side of the room, there was this giant staircase covered in water, and we swam up the stairs, and when we reached the top, we realized that the way down was through the dining room. The stairs were a visual focus in the dining room, and people would swim/slide through. I thought briefly about my nakedness, and didn't want certain people to know about my Sapphic adventures, but wasn't that concerned. I wasn't afraid. We decided to play for a while.

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Something weird about a grandfather who was a carnival act, and he took me to meet some of his carnie friends. We walk in the door, and the friend is a man the size of a Barbie, that my relative used to launch into the air, and now he and his wife came over to take care of them sometimes, because they couldn't take care of myself. They were called Copper babies, for some reason having to do with the powder form of copper. Today, the little man had a splinter in his behind that the grandmother had to remove.

Family Style

I was with my family (my mom, dad, and sisters and my family). We had just driven home, I had driven myself, I was in my first car, that was super fast. My famliy was teasing me about driving super fast on the way home, but I was happy to be driving my car. We brought groceries inside; we had just come from somewhere with lots of marble that was very official (or the airport?) and we were going to make a big dinner for everyone. I had bought the groceries, and I had overbought (as usual.) My sister was talking about breastfeeding, and how she kept trying to breastfeed, but couldn't at five in the evening. My mom and I suggest that she change that feeding time. Then, I went outside, and it was my sister's house, and she had lettering on the outside, and I wanted to change it, but all I remember is part of what I wanted it to say: "Remember . . . like that house down the street that has the loud bass." as in the sound, not the fish. It was too long, so I had to settle on "Please Remember." What exactly, I don't know, I imagine it was the loud house or something.

Forced Entry

I was walking with my Dad and sister across a field of grass, I was all dressed up. We were going to meet my betrothed, and I was going to stay with him from now on. Then, either Jim Carrey or John Malkovich strolled up, and tried to steal me away. It wasn't scary, more like cute or amusing, and he was not successful, and I liked him, but didn't run away with him or anything. In a weird way, it was nice to feel wanted.

Another dream, I was in the bathroom stall at a university, and there was a cleaning lady in the next stall, a young man (just barely eighteen) burst into the bathroom, and busted open the door and raped the cleaning woman, except for she never complained or asked him to stop, and I don't think she ever stopped cleaning. The whole thing lasted like thirty seconds. He apologized to her, and she told him how most women didn't understand that they didn't or shouldn't make a big deal of it, it changes the dynamics of the situation, if you just accept it, it's okay, because men just need sex, and do stupid things if deprived. They were out of the stall by now, and I was completely horrified by the events and the conversation. I came out of my stall, and challenged that point, saying that most rape is about power, not sexual need. She somewhat agreed.

I was reading a feminist book last night. That's the only way I can explain the dreams. As a woman, I'm embarrassed to be having dreams where a woman is making a case that rape victims are not victims at all. Ashamed is probably more accurate.

busy night

There's a bunch today, so I'm just going to do these in no particular order:

Watching TV at my mom's house, some school friends were there. My mom was sitting with us, and whatever we were watching was turned into a Disney film, and my mom was really interested in that. My friend was playing with a calculator, and he handed it to me, and on the calculator he had typed, something like: "I have had 10 English classes, and out of those, 5 of the instructors were beautiful. You were one of those. " I was flattered. I spent the rest of the dream trying to pick the right shirt to wear, spent some time without one.

My child was going to a neighbor's house to be babysat, it was a shaky arrangement, and we were starting to discuss it, but it started raining, so we headed to my house to talk and she was telling me I should take her to a reading class at the library on Friday mornings because she was ready to learn to read.

I was in the bathtub with the husband and my youngest. We were all just chillin in the tub, until I was inspired, and I touched him under the water. We set the little one out of the tub, and told her to go get dressed, and then I stroked him, to the point I was about to explode. I don't know about him. I climbed on top of him, and was having an orgasm almost immediately, and I remember how tight my body was clenched, and the tightness brought him to orgasm too. I was apologetic afterward, because I had gone stampeding for the penis instead of giving him a kiss. What's wrong with a kiss. (lol) But I honestly felt pretty bad and like I had been thoughtless. It seems like he agreed with me.

Something about a group of attractive men I went to college with. I don't think it was sexual, who knows?

I give up, there were at least two more, one involving a huge bubble bath (that was popular last night) and another one that seems to be pretty complicated.

?

I dreamed, and then I slept some more, and now I've got no clue what I dreamed. If I remember later, I'll come back.

DUI

A guy from work had asked me to come out for a drink; something had happened, and he was not happy, so I went. I had a few drinks, I should have stopped drinking, but I didn't want to leave him because he was so sad. At this point, the sexual attraction that we had been trying to ignore started to rise. Since this was a bad idea, I made my goodbyes. He walked me out of the bar, the tension was thick, I could tell he wanted me, and I wanted him, but I couldn't have him. He told me to be careful, and gave me some advice on how not to get picked up by the cops. I was pretty drunk at this point, and had just drank a few more drinks quickly, so I knew it was going to bad soon. I remember sitting in the car, and it was really humid out, there was a sprinkling of water all over the car. I think I ended up sleeping in the car.

Something about waking up, my friend from work was there. She was working at some kind of rehab center, and I think I was there as a result of the previous night's binge. She assumed I was working there, and was showing me the ropes. It seems like we were cleaning the people's bathrooms, there was something about the showers.

It seems I also met her daughter, and had a brief conversation with her husband when they came to pick her up.

School Daze

I had a dream I didn't like, and don't really want to talk about, really just because it was boring. I was on some kind of work retreat/trip with all my coworkers, and my boss was driving us around in a big yellow bus, and she was very excited about it. I was helping her keep her baby and baby gear together.

Then I dreamed I was in the library, got a couple of books and went down to get a coffee. The ladies there didn't know how to make it, so I was trying to tell them, and they ended up making it in a milk carton, but I told them that was ok. I saw a guy outside that I went to school with, and had always been interested in (as a person, not as a love interest) and he asked me if I wanted to go to the library with him before the track meet. I said yes, and admitted I had just been, but wouldn't mind going again. So I went back to my room and changed for the track meet, which somehow included formal wear. I went to the library, since I figured we were meeting there. I didn't see him; I looked around for a while, but he wasn't there. I knew the track meet was starting soon and was trying to find out when the track meet started. I decided to go back to the dorms, and see if I could find someone. I walked into the hall, and this guy was standing there, dressed in formal wear (and possibly a kilt) and standing with a friend and girlfriend. I asked when the track meet started, and they said they were about to leave, the guy was speaking at the opening ceremonies (which explains the clothes). I said something about being at the library, and the guy was sorry for not coming, but not overly worried about it. I can remember squatting down to talk to him, I guess he was either kneeling or tiny, and I remember his girlfriend looming over me in a while sheath-style evening gown.

Something about an bad, bad woman from Harry Potter (I knew her IRL, but can't remember now) and she really wanted these little glowing, flying creatures to do her bidding. Harry had the creatures in a mason jar. We were in her class. She couldn't take them from him directly, because that would look bad, but our class was in the clouds. So she grabbed the jar from him and threw it down to earth. The jar busted, and she sent some people down to try and gather the sparklies. Harry and I went down to try and stop them, but we were too late. There were just a few left. We were trying to pick up the few remaining ones, they looked like bivalves that emitted a blue light, but catching them was like trying to pick a lightning bug off of a blade of grass amongst other blades of grass. To complicate things, there was broken glass everywhere, and I kept trying to reach these others, and cutting myself in the process.

The Play's the Thing

I dreamed that I was sitting talking to sexy college professor, and we were doing a show together. It was a musical, and I wish I could remember which one, because I'm sure it would be funny. Anyway, he was in the show, and I was working backstage as usual. It came time for call, which was thirty minutes before the performance, and then professor becomes a housekeeper, panicking because he was supposed to make the dinner for the cast, and now there is no time, there is only time for him to get to the theatre. I convince him that we can pick something up, it will be ok. We get to the theatre and everyone is warming up.

I was looking at buying a car. It was like my first car. I was either buying it or selling it, I'm not sure. I remember being drawn to it, remembering how good my first car ran, and how it had a lot of miles on it. I drove the car, it ran great. (It might have belonged to my sister)

Someone was trying to tell me that mowing lawns at a university was a great gig for me. All I had to do was show up, mow one area a day, five days a week, and they would pay me $50 a night. There was a Mexican guy there telling me all about it too.

That's all I remember today, but it was pretty good, considering I keep waking up at night. Maybe I can nap on my keyboard today.

So easy . . .

I remember basically flashes of dreams today.

1. LoraMae and I in a liquor store, me trying to decide what to get, and there was this Italian tequila for 99 cents. We were very confused by this, plus it came in really weird flavors. Candy flavors. No wonder I was having trouble deciding.

2. High School Dream where I finally go back to see all the high school people again, and one person welcomes me and tells me how happy everyone will be to see me. Most of the guys are on the basketball court, and once the game is over, we line up against the wall under the goal to greet them. Kinda a high five line, and nobody pays any attention to me. I was disappointed but not surprised.

3. I bought some really fancy, colorful fish, and I was showing them to someone, and then left them out on the floor. In dreamworld, this was not going to kill them. I left the room, thinking everything would be fine, and when I came back, these kittens that I had, that I thought were accounted for, had slaughtered them all. But had not eaten them.

4. Me and the kids were cavepeople, yet we lived at my dad's house with the housekeeper. We went out on a hunter/gatherer mission, and were kidnapped by my neighbor, who also took our kill. I think it was a deer. The guy let me go after he stole my deer, and I walked home (the kids I think were still inside, but I wasn't concerned about it) and told the housekeeper what happened, and he said he should go with us on the hunt, and maybe he could lecture us about dinosaurs while we hunted.

I'm tired today.

Waiting for Godot

I don't remember much of my dreams today, they might become more clear later, it happens that way sometimes.

1. I was at my dad's house, but can't remember why. My older sister kept calling to find out if I'd received my birthday present in the mail. I kept telling her it wasn't there yet, but she made me check the mailbox again anyway.

2. I was in the living room, playing with my blue friend Smurfilicious (also known as O'Goddagain) and the kids started to wake up and they turned on cartoons, and I kept thinking that if I was suave I could pull it off, so I kept trying to make it work, but they kept talking to me, so I finally gave up. Eldest was wanting me to look at birthday presents Youngest had received in the mail. She showed me a gift, and then took me to a toy shelf in the back of the room, saying that these were all Youngest's toys, that she had gotten them for birthday gifts, and I had to remind her that that was our stock for the store, not presents for Youngest. I had stashed my blue friend on a box in the top shelf, and of course, Eldest went straight for the box, so I had to grab Smurfilicious and hide him.

I'm starting to question whether this is wise

**redacted**

I dreamed that I was at this place where you dig through loose rock to find artifact-like things, and I found these glass figures. Fat, with little definition. There were frogs, and babushka things. I kept them. Then I was comparing what I got with my sister, I believe the older one and someone else was entering them into a big computer. I was feeling pretty good about what I found until I realized that it was a calorie counter, and my figures were actually very large (larger than a fist) sized hard candies. I ended up with 2001 calories flashing up on the screen in huge letters, and pissed because it was just breakfast time, plus I hadn't eaten them because I thought they were glass.

Trapped in the Internet

I was at work, but it was a department store. I had been telling friend how much I like lemon water, and she was raving about it as well. It was closing time and the women that I worked with were showing me how to turn off the lights in my area. It was a make-up counter. We turned the lights out, then they told us we had a meeting.

We go to the meeting, and it was really boring. Nobody was paying attention, it was how to fill out some form or something, and the presenter was really quiet. The warehouse guys from The Office were there, drinking beer, and being rowdy, until some lady threw them out and we continued. LoraMae was there with me, and after we got completely bored with the forms, we started working on getting pictures of ourselves ready for a web page. We needed help, so we started emailing IT to help us out.

Next thing I remember, I was at home, and I was looking at the internet. I was looking at pictures of myself on the IT guy's professional web page, which he had put there at my request, so I could use them for whatever LoraMae and I were working on. They were mostly pictures from my teenage years, with one childhood picture (that he had shopped to be on the face of a pumpkin). My son came in while I was looking at these pictures, so he started looking at them. He started wandering around the site, and it had a feature/game where you played a fly that flew around in an environment, which looked like a 3D Dali painting.

He landed on a pig, on it's side, floating in the sky, as he moved counterclockwise, the pig rolled. He took off, and he was falling fast. At the bottom was the ocean, and he started frantically flapping his wings, and he pulled up at the last minute. There was even little circles on the water like when a helicopter hovers.

I convinced him to get off of the site, because the housekeeper was home, and I didn't want him to know where I'd been. He saw the pictures, and wondered how they got there, and I remember telling him they were put there by LoraMae or Chutah's friend at our request. I shut it down and went outside to get some stuff out of my car. He came out after a moment, very angry, and I thought I was busted. He asked me some leading question, but I was smarter than to answer that. I waited it out, and then he said that he thought I was putting my picture out on movie industry web pages so I would become a movie star and run away. I didn't know how to convince him that wasn't the case.

White and Nerdy

I just remembered snippets when I woke up this morning, not a full dream. The first one I remember is being camping with my family, and my sister-in-law had rented this pimped out van, and I was chilling in the van instead of roughing it, surfing for porn on the internet. I was either trying to convince Cotton Candy to watch with me, or she was watching with me.

Next little bit was I was a guy, and I was looking for sweet stereo equipment. Serious stereo equipment.

Just before I woke up, I dreamed I was a gangsta rapper rolling around in a black SUV with very fancy rims. (Damn you, Boondocks)

For some reason, I had the song "White and Nerdy" stuck in my head all morning.

08.14 Taken down by the FBI

I remember that I was going to meet an ex-boyfriend. We were going to meet on a college campus. I brought my sister with me, she was just coming to campus, and then after I met with him, we were going to see and orchestra play pop music. I remember being on campus, it was mostly grays and stone, and I was going to call him and let him know I was there, but he came up to me right then. I was very excited and nervous to see him. We set out on our date, and somehow, instead of seeing the orchestra, we ended up in a big yellow school bus. No kids in the bus, just an empty school bus. He was driving, and had a destination in mind. We were stopped at a light and the power went out for the entire block, so traffic was stopped by police while crews worked to get the power restored. One of the power company employees was super huge, and kept fooling around and hiding behind buildings and stuff, so we knew they were just about done. Instead of waiting like a good boy, ex-boyfriend took off, and we drove away to our destination. It turned out to be someone’s house, or a mansion of some kind, and I knew we were about to get in trouble, not only for breaking and entering, but also because he took a big yellow school bus across a blockade, so they probably thought he was a terrorist. I was upstairs in the bathroom when the FBI came in and arrested him downstairs. I needed to pee really badly, so I decided I’d better pee before I got arrested, because who knew when I’d get the chance after that. I went, and then, as I was struggling to pull my pants up, I could hear the FBI running up the stairs. It didn’t help the struggle any. . . .

Welcome to my subconscious

I've been very interested in the strange dreams that I've been having recently. I've always remembered a lot of my dreams, but they've seemed to get clearer and stranger recently. So here goes. I'll try to post a dream every day, and everyone is welcome to comment, interpret, or share their own dreams.