Laughter and Tears

I was in a bar. Some restaurant/bar combo like Chili’s. I was meeting Lora Mae there for drinks and karaoke. I was standing at the bar waiting to order a drink. Lora Mae was at the table around the corner. Then Jude Law came by with his friend. I knew his friend, but he was infinitely more attractive than usual, but still not my type. He called out a drink order to the bartender, a shot of something, a beer, and a drink for the bartender. I was standing right in front of him, but he pretended not to notice me, and kept on walking. I couldn’t stop staring, and watched him until he was out of sight. I was crushed that he wouldn’t acknowledge me.

A couple of friends from grad school were interviewing for my company in the break room. I was sitting in on the interviews. One went through the interview, even though he just got through telling me how great his life was in NYC. He was teaching three days a week, and he had time to act. They offered him the job, and he looked at the number and laughed, because he had thought the pay was much higher. It seems like another grad student went through the exact same process as well. Interview, offer (they showed it on a calculator like a car dealership) and then laughter and they left.

Nothing to report

My week has become work too late, get to bed too late, and get out of bed too late. I'm in such a hurry to run out the door, I don't have time to commit my dreams to memory. I may have to give up on the dream blog . . .

Dream Potpourri

I haven't been wanting to post dreams in the last few days. I had one that really pissed me off. I've since forgotten the offending dream, but I do remember who the star was.

Here's a mixture of dreams from this weekend:

Gambling at the state fair with my older sister. She was hitting big on penny machines, I went to join her, but people crowded me out

Planning a partner swap with two other couples; I was a single. I didn't mind. I spoke to parts of the couples who were sitting with me, and they were agreeable, they went to speak to their spouses. I changed into some really sexy panties and went to the pool to await the outcome. I didn't wear a top, and then realized that other people were in the pool. I wasn't too concerned, I figured they would never know. Then Will Smith (swear to God) came over and hugged me, because we were friends, and was surprised, but once I explained the situation understood. I told him I had written out what I wanted to do, and apparently someone's wife was having trouble with the fact that I wanted to lick butter off the back of her knees (IRL: eww, butter)

The HK was supposed to be at work, I saw him rushing around and trying to get ready in a hurry. I asked him if he was late for work, he told me no, and then stopped for a second to tell me he had an appointment with a divorce atty, and I was not expecting it, but not entirely shocked. Some people came over to help me out, he had taken all the money.

An Assortment

Yesterday:

I know I had two dreams, I know one was boring, and did not interest me. The second dream was that I had a young man (not anyone I know) and he was going to be my living toy. He was waiting patiently for me to dominate him, he had brought red restraints. Unfortunately, I either didn’t get to that part, or don’t remember.

Today:

I was teaching English Comp, and it was a big class in a weird, high ceiling room. The class was going well, and then I was told that Sarah Palin was going to come in and teach the class. She was a guest speaker. I sat down in the classroom and rolled my eyes and generally made fun of her, making the students around me laugh. Then I heard a rumor that she was taking my job full time. Meanwhile, she wasn’t teaching English at all, she was giving political stump speeches.

I had another dream later in the morning, it had to do with a terrorist attach (I blame Chutah for telling me about her dream last night). I worked in an airport, and there had been a terrorist attack, and the people that worked there were memorializing it, and they had a wooden bridge with no rails over a stream or something. It seemed important.

Boring

I've had dreams boring enough that I don't care to remember. It seems Sunday's dream was about driving a P.O.S. car and needing to have it fixed. I was working with someone to see if we could make it work. I've got enough of that mundane stuff in my waking life.

Last night I can't remember, but I have that same feeling. Can't remember, don't care too. I'll try to remember and write it down later, even if I'm just folding laundry in my sleep.

Science Sleepaway Camp

I was a scientist in a far away place, with water, and it seems it was cold. I knew the information that the other scientists needed in order to complete the study, I was the key somehow. I was so depressed I couldn't deal with it. I was just sitting around, not doing what I was supposed to be doing, not caring, despite the fact that they needed my help. A man showed up, he was an old friend in the dream, and he picked me up off the ground where I was sitting all curled up, and he told me we were going back to his room, he was going to help me. He started walking, me behind him, and my arms over his shoulders. My sister came in behind and walked with us, and I felt instantly comforted and loved. We went to his room, it had many beds. It had a three or four level waterbed, the top most being so tiny, only a small baby would have fit, three or four bunk beds and full beds. I was looking forward to going to bed with him. My sister had chosen a bed in another room. He kissed me and held me, and I felt really good about it. I was anticipating more. He left the room, and while he was gone, my kids came in, and they needed a place to sleep, and then the other scientists came in, and went to their own beds. The place was full to the rafters, and my plans for the evening were ruined, but I was still hopeful. The housekeeper came in, and the plans were no more. The scientists started to question me on something about evolutionary biology, and I answered the question, but let everyone know that HK had taught me about it. He was instantly surrounded by science guys who wanted to talk to him. Next thing I remember, we were in the same room, lounging after a wedding, all in formal wear, and some kid asked HK if he was a movie star. I looked at him, and he had the chin length sandy blond hair that some starts have now, and was looking elegant in formal wear. I was in formal wear as well, and I looked beautiful, but he was outdoing me. The only other thing I remember is trying to sit on the floor and not ruin my pale pink dress.

Hit and Run

The funny thing is, I had two in my mind when I woke up this morning. I told the oldest, who bounced in to wake me up this morning, starting with the most recent dream, and now that dream is completely gone. Hopefully it was child approved. I think so.

The other dream was that the housekeeper and I were chasing someone. It was a weird kind of thing where it was almost play, but not quite. He was running after this person, and yelled to me to stop them, so I launched this bus that I had. I was really pushing it from behind, but it was really light, and apparently I don’t know my own strength, because I pushed it too hard and at the wrong angle, so it ended up going across the street into a store instead of down the street at whomever we were chasing. Instead of completely obliterating this little store, it knocked out this little front window and this small back window. Both of them were unusual shapes. We ran away, going back home, which was right across the street. We were debating what we should do, and I wanted to leave a note with insurance information so they could file against us. The housekeeper thought we were home free and we should just act like we didn’t know what happened. We both agreed that we should take some plastic sheeting and cover the windows (I was unsure whether to cover the inside or outside, but he said outside) by taping it to the outside with duct tape.

I had decided to give them our insurance information and have them file a claim, despite the rise in our premiums. There were only two small windows to be fixed, so it shouldn’t be a big deal. The HK said that unusual size windows were really expensive to replace, something like hundreds per square inch. I went online to look it up, and discovered that the store was a specialty comic shop, and it had two limited edition custom designed comic inspired stained glass windows. They were numbered and everything. I asked the HK if he found any colored glass while cleaning the glass up in the store (we’re conscientious even during a hit and run.) He said he didn’t find any, so I was relieved, and discovered that the windows were designed, but not built, or something like that.

I went over to cover the windows, had decided to file the claim. We had to cover the windows, because a huge storm was coming, and we didn’t want them to have more damage to the store.

I asked the oldest, apparently the second dream was that I was painting a mirror on the wall, but once I was finished the youngest told me it wasn't right, so I repainted it. I woke up stating that the youngest was right.

Vague

The last two days have been really vague dreams. I wake up, and I don’t remember anything but that I’ve been teaching in my dreams, and there are a few faces of people involved. But, due to late nights, I’m oversleeping and rushing in the morning, and unless I spend a few minutes when I wake up just thinking about the dreams, they fade very quickly. I will strive to do better.

Class

I was in graduate school, but it was actually in a chapel. It was in a sort of pastoral, country setting. We had big, stained glass windows, and I was sitting in a pew on the back row. There were desks of a sort as well. I was preparing to teach, I had to teach in 1-2 hours. My dad came into the building, he had been out fishing in the area. He looked all scraggly and tanned and happy, like when I was a kid. He asked me if I’d like to go to breakfast with him and his friends. I was really happy to see him, and wanted to go hang out. I snuck out of class, so that I could have a little more time and still make it back in time for class. We went to a little diner in town, and we were having a great time. By this time, my sisters had joined us, and I kept reminding them to help me keep track of time. Before long, I looked up at the clock, and it was around 11:20. My class had started at 11. I was mad at my family for not helping me to remember, and when I said something, they said they did it purposefully, because they wanted me to keep enjoying myself. I ran out of the restaurant, back towards the school, but I knew it was in vain, because it was long past the mythical ten minute rule.

Porntastic

I got lazy this weekend, so I didn’t write my dreams down. But I did commit them to memory so that I could post them later. This weekend was like late night Cinemax, only more explicit.

Saturday:

I was a Japanese woman, and I had rented myself a Japanese man. I was at some kind of RV show, looking to purchase an RV. I was in some stands like at an athletic field, silver aluminum risers, and they were mostly empty; just a few old men in the stands. I had the Japanese stud perform his duties at the top of the stands, by the announcer’s box. He was a little afraid of discover, but being the hired help, he didn’t have much say in the matter. My hands were against the box, I was bent over, and it was hot.

Sunday:

I was surfing porn on the internet, and the categories had gotten ridiculously specific. I clicked on one, it was labeled “high moms.” The loading graphic was a black and white animation of the style of a traffic sign of a woman giving head. When the movie loaded, it was of man with two women (presumably high moms). It was in a gym setting, and the man was standing, with one woman in front of him, bent over in half. The second woman climbed up on the man’s shoulders, facing him, and well, suffice it to say, they did some raunchy things, most of which were sexy, some of which were physically impossible. I had to spend some time with Smurfy after that one.

Monday:

Less porntastic and much more creepy. I went to this lady’s house to lift weights with her. She was rich, and she didn’t have to work. Around the walls of the gym were pictures of her from her beauty queen days. She was a beauty queen in the eighties. She still looked the same. She wore the eighties work out clothes, had the same hair and make up, it was creepy. I was lifting weights, and her nephew came in. Her nephew had downs. He was grown. I don’t know if she told me, or I saw something, but somehow I knew that she wanted to do very inappropriate things with him. I left shortly afterword, and was riding in a car with my mom and sister, and they asked what was wrong, and I went into this lengthy description of how pathetic this woman was and how I was morally conflicted about her designs on her nephew, because while she was a sick puppy, she hadn’t done anything. I didn’t know if I should tell his mother. My mom said I should.

Bubbles and Music

We were in some kind of store, I believe it was CC and I, or my sister and I, were found this bubble solution that you could swallow, and when you breathed out, bubbles streamed from your mouth. Tons and tons of bubbles. We breathed bubbles all over the store, and then when we ran out of bubbles, we went to drink more, and we couldn’t find any. We were trying to explain it to one of our friends, and we raced around the store looking for more bubbles, laughing as we searched.


I went to the gym, and as I was driving into the parking lot (I believe in that first car again), a guy in a dark suit with dark sunglasses stopped me, and told me that I had to turn my music way down because the owner of the building hated loud music in the parking lot. I turned it down, but the person behind me came into the parking lot with music blaring, and the man in the dark suit went to bother him.

I had a dream about hot professor too, and acting class, but that one is all hazy.

Busted

Sorry, let life get the better of me. All I remember from last night’s dream is being at work, walking away from my computer for at least twenty minutes, and returning to find that not only did I not lock it, but I also left the chat window up. Way to go.

I remembered

I was in a trailer house we used to own, except it was all kinds of aquas and pinks and bold colors. The people who lived there were moving out/moving in(?), and while I was looking around (I guess I was the landlord) I realized that we didn’t completely move out when we left, so our stuff was in there, plus a bunch of our trash. I was trying to tidy up some of the stuff we left. When I left the house, I drove off in my first car, and there was a big gate like on rural places with cattle, and I didn’t or couldn’t get out to shut the gate, and I called someone at the front of the trailer park to come through and shut the gate for me. Not an earth-shattering dream by any means.

The overeducated hippo that thinks he's better than you

Yesterday’s dream:
We were at the zoo with the kids, and a friend from work decided that it would be a great idea to swim with her daughter in the hippo tank. She was having a great time, until the zoo keepers were telling her to get out of the tank, and she was pretending that her daughter fell in and she was trying to rescue her, but it was taking a long time. She didn’t care that they wanted her out or that it was an incredibly dangerous thing to do.

Today’s dream:
Can’t remember. Waited too long.