Freya's subconscious

It;s been a while

2011-04-02T08:49:00.000-07:00

But I decided that I needed to start posting these things again. So dream journal is back on.

This morning's dream that I can remember began with me and SG sitting in a room with a few other people. The purpose of the meeting was either a parent's meeting or an introductory session to a secret special club. I'm pretty sure that it was a meeting for a club, based on the clothing that people were wearing. We were given a lunch, which was on a clear plastic tray, and we all had a text that we were going to cover in the meeting. We were finishing up our food and reviewing the text. The text was sexual in nature. SG was reading through all of this thick book,and I was teasing him that he should get really familiar with the material, and then when the presentation started, he could pretend that he wrote the book. They were about to get started, and we were all putting our trays away because they were made of really thin plastic that crinkled and would be too loud. I remember the presentation was getting started and I was eating the rest of my angelfood cake.

The presentation went on, and then we took a break. I went into another room, and there was a woman in there; she was a sexy redhead. She was hitting on me, but I had this idea that we weren't supposed to be doing anything in there. She started kissing down my neck, and then she loosened the stays on the corset I was wearing. She kissed lower and lower. After a moment of enjoying this attention, I hurried back into the other room, because I was sure break was over.

When I came in, SG was talking to a cute asian girl with butterfly wings. I wasn't sure whether I should approach, plus my corset was all mussed, so I stepped a distance away and righted everything. They were still talking, so I headed over. They were wrapping up their conversation, and I told SG what had happened to me on break. The alcove we were in had a coke machine, and I remember looking at the price and thinking it was high. Then I noticed it was 2 for 1, so it wasn't as expensive. It was time for the club activities, so we left the alcove.

But instead of ending up at the club, we ended up somewhere else entirely. We were at someone's house. There were bathtubs involved. I can remember that a group of us got a woman stripped down to clean her up, but someone was afraid their parents were going to be home. I was helping to keep lookout.

Then I remember sitting next to a pit that supposedly led into another world, maybe a fairy realm. I was sitting next to SG, and there were strange things coming out of it. There were all these insects coming out, and it seems that they were metal. Living metal, not robots. They were insects that had involved to include metal in their biological structures. They were beautiful. It turned into some dream where I was trying to save the world or some such business.

Last one I remember from last night: #2 and I were in the kitchen, and there was this big black thing on the wall under the cabinet. I thought it was a huge spider, and I was completely grossed out, and #2 says he's going to touch it. I'm telling him not too, and as he reaches his hand up to it, I realize that it's a bat. And not only is there one, there are about 5 or 6, and when he touches one, it's going to be disturbed, and then they will all be disturbed, and we'll have bats flying all over the kitchen. I told him and he listened to me.

party at my house

2009-07-30T06:05:00.001-07:00

I’ve been having dreams about the x and sex. Not always sex with him, but he’s usually around. Last night’s was a doozy.

I was at some kind of amusement park or kid friendly place, and I was in a wading pool, and there was this young man working there, about 20, and he was talking to me, and he seemed interested. He got closer and closer, and soon we were wrapped around each other in the pool.

I took him back to my house, it was empty. Somewhere along the way, we had picked up a blond, a little older than me, and really hot. We were all pretty drunk, we must have found her at a party or something. We started to make out, and my clothes were removed. The blond was urging the guy to go down on me, and she was taking her clothes off in the corner of the room. As he was headed downtown, the door flies open, and it’s my son. Then my daughter is there. I tell them to leave and shut the door, and they leave, but the door is open, and my oldest daughter comes to see what is going on. She leaves, and then the X comes down, looks at me, shakes his head, and shuts the door.

Everyone gets dressed and leaves. I know I’m in big trouble, and that I’m going to have to deal with the kids seeing that behavior. I go into the kitchen, and the X tells me I’m irresponsible and that he will deal with it, because I’m not to be trusted. There was a weird thing about food in there too, but I don’t remember. I pointed out that they weren’t supposed to be there, so technically, it wasn’t my fault. I walked into the living room, and the kids were there. The X asked me to talk to them (like he always does) and I said I would.

My mind raced, trying to figure out what would be the best way to explain to the them what was going on.

OU Party

2009-07-27T09:20:00.000-07:00

I had one yesterday about being at OU for a celebration of the university's anniversary, and it was a big party and everyone was dressing up in weird ways. Rachel and I needed the bathroom, so we walked into a building, and finally found a restroom, but with two doors. We couldn't tell which one was the girls and which was the boys, so we camped out in front until some guy went into one. We went into the restroom, it was all nasty looking and painted yellow. I've never been to a nice restroom in my dreams.

group and fast food

2009-07-20T12:08:00.000-07:00

I had to get these down before I forgot them completely. As it is now, they are just small snippets.

I had a dream I was in a big bed with four people. The stalker, one other woman, and a super hot ex. We were all rolling around together, and stalker was touching me, but when it came time to actually go, I really wanted the ex as opposed to the stalker. He really wanted me too. We went for a while, with the stalker providing assistance. We finished, and lay there recovering, and round two was being planned. We started again, with both men giving me attention, and once again, when it came time to go, I turned to the ex, and he was more than willing to help me out. We both knew that it was a special situation, and it wouldn’t be happening again, but we had to tolerate the stalker in order for it to happen.

I think the other dream was about shopping or something. I remember that it was interesting, but I was really more interested in holding on to the previous dream because it was so hot.

I was hanging out with the mfx, his mother, and the kids. It was time to feed them, so I was taking them to Taco Bell or something, and his mom was in the back of the car. She lost it for some reason, and was really mad. I went and told mfx his mom had lost it, and he kind of rolled his eyes, and came to go with us. We stopped at the burger place across the street, and they kept telling everyone that sonic had half priced burgers. So we rode on.

Yummy

2009-07-17T08:48:00.000-07:00

Little snippets of dreams, since I woke in a panic to get to work on time.

email from Goomdah that was super urgent. The subject line was something like “Are you there!”

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I was talking with an older guy, and he brought his daughter (older than me) to my room and proposed to me. We had met once, and hadn’t really done anything other than talk a few times. I kept pointing out that he didn’t know me, but he seemed fine with that, and his daughter was really supportive. They were having some family reunion event, so I was asking questions about their family, and the were religious, etc. I remember thinking that they had no idea who I was, since I was atheist and ambisexual.

After that, I was staying in a hotel with the children, the youngest was with me. It was a really nice hotel, and there was an adjoining room. The couple in the adjoining room was HOT. Both of them were hot, but I was super focused on the guy, who was tall, dark, and looked like a walking perfume ad. She was walking around in just a T shirt, and he was walking around in just pants. They had a child, it was a turtle. We met because the turtle child wanted to swim in our big tub in our room. It swam around with a folded up washrag on it’s back. I didn’t understand why, but it was enjoying itself. The parents were in and out checking on the turtle. They left to go somewhere, and the kid came out of the tub and morphed into a lion cub, which made perfect sense at the time, and I was already aware that outside of the tub, the kid was a lion cub.

My mom was driving me and the kids cross-country. Someone spilled or something, and mom looked back to see what was going on, and went off the road going pretty fast, but it went into this side lane that led to a really narrow door that went into a hotel. I remember asking her if she thought the van would fit into the door. We just barely fit. We stopped in a carpeted lobby, and this was ok, apparently. The kids piled out of the car, and someone spilled a coke on this small set of carpeted stairs, and we went to clean it up, kind of frantically. As I was cleaning, I looked up, and gorgeous guy from 3 was there, seeking me out for a rendezvous. He helped me clean up the mess. We went into a conference room, someone (I believe his wife) was there for a beauty pageant, or some such thing, which was high stress and audition based. She was prepared, but it seemed like the cards were stacked against her.

I was upstairs in this new hotel, in my room, with all of the kids. Once again, the hotness was next door to us. Then Trouble was on the same floor. He told me that he’d been calling and texting. I checked my phone and it had 13 texts from him, all pretty repetitive, saying things like “are you there” and “room 213.” I could see him or hear him somehow, he was in a hotel room, talking to some friends and drinking beer, completely cutting up. It was fun to watch him. I responded to the text, but it was like he was talking to me at the same time. He said now was the time, and I had to come and meet him in his room. The kids were awake and watching tv, and I said that perhaps now wasn’t the time. He then said maybe we should meet at night, and I explained the kids stay up late, so perhaps the afternoon was best, especially since the hotties next door could be back up.

I went to his room to meet him, and I got him naked, and the place where I bit him last time (on his lower abdomen, by the hip) was all nasty and bruised. I pointed it out to him, just in case he didn’t know, and he said that it was me that had the dark bruise, and I looked down, and I did. He had just the lightest of teeth marks.

I think that’s when I woke up and realize that I was late for work. I woke up with a mind full of Trouble.

For giggles, I looked at dream interpretation:

To see young lions, could denote new enterprises, which will bring success if properly attended.
For a young woman to dream of young lions, could denote new and fascinating lovers.
To dream of seeing turtles, signifies that an unusual incident will cause you enjoyment, and improve your business conditions. It also indicates a bright change if you 'come out of your shell'.
To dream of seeing a fine hotel, indicates wealth and travel.
If you dream of contracting a marriage, you might have unpleasant news from the absent.
For a young woman to dream that she is a bride, and unhappy or indifferent, foretells disappointments in love. She should be careful of her conduct, as enemies are near her.

Bats in the Belfrey

2009-07-06T06:33:00.000-07:00

Saturday’s dream:

I have the best dreams when I can sleep in; they always seem to be interesting and sexy.

This dream starred a previous classmate of mine. We were classmates again, and we were sitting in a theatre. It looked similar to the theatre at my old elementary school, with blonde wood folding chairs, a raised proscenium stage, and red velour curtains. I was sitting next to him, and he leaned in closely and said that he liked me. I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly, since I didn’t expect to hear that. He leaned forward and spoke into my ear: I like you. I knew what he meant. I threw my arms around him, and said that I liked him too, but I was sure he didn’t. I kissed him, and began to unfold my personality in front of him (figuratively). I became a joyous, hyper sexual, confident woman, who was going to get him alone and naked as soon as possible. We were both really glad to be together.

We decided to go off to a dance club for some reason. I think it was because IF had gone ahead. We got there, a group of us girls, hoping to dance with him. He wasn’t on the floor when we got there. I wandered around the floor looking for him, and found him sitting to the side with a friend. He motioned me over, and we sat talking for a while. I updated him on the situation with the classmate, and both IF and I were happy to be talking to each other.

A girl came to me and told me there were bats in the theatre. I told her that there are usually bats in theatres. I told her about the bat in the theatre at OSU. But I knew that we may be teaching in the theatre, so I went to check it out. I saw the bat, it was asleep up in the fly rail, so I wasn’t really concerned about it, but then I saw about four bats. I asked my classmate/lover if we were having class in there, and he said they hadn’t replaced the lecturer for that class, so no clue. They had cancelled the intro classes for the term. I was thinking about going for the job, and classmate and I talked about whether or not the class could make at this point.

trouble

2009-06-29T13:33:00.000-07:00

I dreamt about trouble all night. Over and over again. Each time, I was trying to manage to see him, and each dream was begun and ended with the most trivial of activities.

The time I remember most is that I was at a park of some kind, there was a lot of people that he knew there. I wanted to take him home, but he said he couldn’t, because there were lots of things he had to think about. For instance, it had been raining a lot and my driveway was all muddy, and she would wonder where the mud came from. He wanted me to meet him after the event (I believe softball or something) and we could sit in his truck. It was parked amongst all kinds of trucks and campers. I told him I had no interest in trying to have sex in a truck. He then said that I could just meet him and we’d talk tonight, and then he’d come over to my place tomorrow because it would have dried by then. It seemed like a desperation tactic. I wasn’t impressed. I told him to text me when he was done, and we’d see. I went to a grocery store and got some ice cream and went home. I got the text, and he said he was just going home.

List of random memories from last night’s dreams:

**Shopping with my mother in a weird store, where we had to climb shelves to find the things we were looking for. I looked at stones and a keyboard for the son.

**Living in a big house with an infinity pool in the back. It was beautiful. My family lived there, and they had not saved for the purchase, they just kind of lucked into it. I remember feeling the breeze coming off the ocean in the back by the pool.

**Sleeping in a room with lots of men. I was part of a resistance cell, and I was sort of kidnapped into it. Part of the deal was that I had to service the men of the group. I was more than happy to service the first few that started the group, but as they added members, I was expected to move around more. I didn’t really want to, not because it was against my will or anything, but because I liked having the ones I’d already had. It was hard for me to remember who I was supposed to be with each night

**Big, drafty, abandoned buildings, with a freight elevator. I was moving amongst the buildings, and then was trying to get ready to celebrate new years with my friends. I found a mac counter in the upstairs, and was trying to find a sparkly red eye shadow. I was embarrassed to be there, because the MAC people looked at me funny. I felt unworthy and too poor to buy the stuff. I found a Mary Roach book on tape, and wanted to keep it, but I turned it in as lost. Then I worked at the toy store across the mall, and I had to use their bathroom, and I was embarrassed to be there again. It was like high school.

**I was staying at Dan Savage’s house, we had a big party, I ended up naked and sleeping in his bed, much to both of our chagrin the next morning. He teased me about it, but I knew he had enjoyed it. We teased back and forth for a while, and then I found my clothes and went home

**I called into work. The kids were home with me. We were going to watch the home improvement channel, because we were living in a drafty house that needed repairs, but the channel was broken

**I took the kids to a locally owned toy store, they were having an event, the kids had to find a picture or han solo figure in the store. The kids were running around looking, but the owner of the store had gathered up all of the han solo merchandise and pics, and was carrying them himself. He’d also hired goons to protect the stuff so that no one could win. I called them @ssholes and left.

Auntie Em

2009-06-25T07:05:00.000-07:00

While I’m at it, there was another recent dream that sort of sticks with me. I was at my aunt’s house with Mr. Trent. My Aunt was an eccentric Auntie Mame type, an artist. She lived in a prairie style house, with two floors, and it was painted red, like a barn. We were sitting in the front yard, and she had some of her work displayed for sale. Mr. Trent and I were both drawn to a piece of art with an Asian flair. I said how much I wanted it, and he said he wanted it too. I pointed out that my aunt made it, so I probably had the upper hand. There was more to the dream, but I found it interesting that this part stays with me. In the interest of full disclosure, I had watched Twister right before having that dream.

300 Cups of Coffee

2009-06-25T06:54:00.000-07:00

Taking another moment away from work I really need to get done, let me tell you what I can remember about a dream I had.

I was at a carnival/fair type event, and I discovered a tent where they had free coffee. I was so excited. They had all kinds of coffees and flavors. I made myself a big pitcher of iced coffee, and was drinking straight out of the pitcher. Then I thought that I needed some flavor, and was looking for some cream. I got it all mixed up, and then it occurred to me that I might look a little strange carrying around a pitcher of coffee at the fair. I looked around for something better to carry my beverage. There were cups, but they were way too small for the extraordinary amount of coffee I wanted. There was an adjoining room with stuff this organization hosting the coffee tent was selling garage sale style. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was really for sale or not. I spotted a big thermos, and it was only 25 cents, and I was thinking about taking it, and leaving the quarter, since no one else was around. Then a member of the org came in, showing some of the merchandise to someone. They started asking me questions like I knew, and it made me anxious, so I left, presumably with a lot of coffee.

Next, I was working, it was in a very similar environment to the attitude of the carnival. We worked in cubes that were like the Japanese sleeping hotels, cubes stacked on top of each other. My cube was really cushy, and upholstered in plush blue cushions. There was no chair, I sat on the floor of the cube and was very comfortable. I had my headset on, apparently I answered phones. There was a new guy in the cube behind me, he was very cute, and I was amusing myself with flirting with him. He was flirting back. A co-worker came around and commented on how I had already snapped up the new guy, and we both denied; I said I didn’t want to date him, but he was welcome to sleep over. Then, he climbed into my cube, and we started to kiss and touch each other, and I wondered if he was going to follow through.

Boom Boom Pow

2009-06-24T10:48:00.001-07:00

Parking in dad’s driveway, mfx’s truck was broken, he was driving a loaner that belched smoke. It was red and white and old. He was giving me a ride, I was late.

I was late, I went to the back of the building, a celebration was happening. I was told to go do fireworks on the back porch. The porch was high in the air, like we were in a treehouse or high rise, and I know my mom was there. We did the fireworks, they were amazing, and either myself or someone there had a hand in developing. Sparks went everywhere, but no one was burned. Right after popping mine, I turned around, and a man was there. He was attractive, but for some reason, I wanted to avoid him. An attractive woman joined him, and they both were intent on talking to me, and I was attracted to them, but wanted to stay away. I dodged them for a while, and then hid.

Ogres are like onions

2009-05-22T06:30:00.000-07:00

I had a dream that I was at BP’s house. He lived with two other guys. I was working with him on something in his kitchen, he was at a computer, and he kept extolling the benefits of certain fonts. He was like, “wow, arial round, now that’s a good font!” His roommate was in the kitchen with us, and they were starting to get ready for dinner. BP asked me to help them by peeling this plate of onions on the table that they were cutting. I don’t know what we were eating, but there were like 5-8 onions. I was talking or some such thing, and distracted by the fact that the shirt I had changed into, which I had bought at a thrift store, still had the staples from the tag on the sleeve. The roommate, who was a very introverted guy with long brown hair, noticed the staples and said something, and in a fit of bashfulness, fell out of his chair.

While on the ground, he noticed that the chair I was sitting on had a broken leg. I had bought it at the thrift store, and I had known the leg was not sturdy, but once he noticed it, the chair started to slowly slide to the floor underneath me. I had to acknowledge that I was sitting in a broken chair, and I was pretty embarrassed. I moved to another seat at the table, next to BP, and he reminded me that I was supposed to be peeling onions. The plate in front of me was now filled with onions sliced into circles, without being peeled. I guess they got tired of waiting for me. I sat there and talked to them, feeling content, while I peeled the skin off each layer of onion in the circle.

three days' worth

2009-04-23T09:26:00.000-07:00

Three nights ago:

I had a job interview with my current company. It was a job in upper management. I dressed for the interview very carefully, knowing how important it was. I got to the office, which was a separate office for the higher ups, full of glass and shiny metal, and lots of curves. I was greeted by a lady that works with me, and she told me she would be leading the interview. Both she and her coworker seemed calm and relaxed, and it just made me want to work there more. It seemed so low stress. I went into the interview area and sat across from the two women. They were sitting on a built in couch, that was long and curved, and I sat on a brown leather ottoman. When the interview was about to stop, the big boss came in. I thought he was just going to say hi, but after the introductions, he sat between the two women. He was with the woman I thought would be interviewing me, and he just hijacked it. He also sat between the two like he was Huggy Bear. He asked me some hard questions, but I managed to answer. Not good answers, but answers.

He didn’t want to hire me, but his women intervened on my behalf so I got the job. I was ecstatic. I went back home, which was a cute little English cabin covered in ivy. The next morning, I heard on the radio that a huge snow storm was coming, but it was my first day at corporate. I was trying to figure out if I needed to call in to my old job or the new job, or if it would be really horrible to call in on the first day. I called my coworker, and she told me she was staying home too. I had to go the grocery store so I could get food for the kids before we got snowed in.

Somehow, Shakespeare or the Olympics was involved. Maybe both.

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Dream from two nights ago. I finally slept for a while, so less dreams to report. Ironic, huh?

I was at dinner with some old classmates. It was a restaurant in an older hotel, that looked rough, kind of like a cabin. I got up to go to the restaurant, and while I was gone, everyone got ready to go, and someone paid my bill. When I got back to the front of the restaurant, I found out someone paid my bill, and then someone started giving me a hard time about how I always ducked out so someone would pay my bill.

We left the restaurant, and we were looking to get to a friend’s house. It had been a long time, but it seemed that I was either driving or the person giving directions. We found our friend’s house, where a party was in full swing. It was a big house, about 50 years old, with the big siding that older houses tend to have. There were different things to do in each of the sections of the house. I had settled down to watch a movie in the living room with my friends. I was sitting on this wood floor, and put my hand down into something wet and warm, which turned out to be something from the inside of an animal. A pack of wild dogs streamed through the house, dropping bits of some animal as they went. I jumped up and ran out of the house, blood on my hands.

They got the dogs out, no one else really had a problem with them. I wasn’t quite ready to go back into the house. I went into a casino portion of the house, where I discovered my mother, on a date with a gambler and completely wasted. I left her in the care of a friend and went to find her date, to make him come take care of her. I went into the card gambler room and started calling his name, and got dirty looks from all the serious gamblers in their cowboy hats and bolero ties (and aviator glasses). I couldn’t yell for him anymore, and I couldn’t pick him out of the crowd of near identical gamblers.

I went back outside, where a bunch of old friends were milling around and talking. I was standing with two guys talking when my first boyfriend stood next to me, and we started to catch up. He looked much the same as when we were kids, but was taller. He was married, had brought his wife. I was disappointed. I was circulating, talking to different people, when he came back to me and said that he and his wife were swingers, and he had permission to offer me a place in their bed tonight. He was very bashful about the offer, as if he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. I enthusiastically informed him that I was down, as a bi girl who loved to share. I told him that his wife must be really cool. He took me to meet her, and she was a tall, dark haired woman. At first, she was attractive to me, but the more I talked to her, the more she appeared to be an older soccer mom type who wasn’t very interesting. I wasn’t looking forward to having her in bed.

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Work dream from last night:

I was at work, a huge warehouse-looking place with very high ceilings, and cubicles in diagonal rows. This person told me I had messed up on some documents, so we were looking through the file (about four of us) to correct the error. It turned out it was a simple fix, some documents just needed to be mailed, but everyone was treating it like it was super complicated. Then it turned out that we had received the docs, and we were trying to find them. Three guys with a forklift decided they had seen the docs in a locker at the bowling alley. The locker had a big nine on it. When we got to the lockers at the bowling alley, there were ten sets of lockers, each set with a #9. I thought it was the last one, and I was feeling a lot of pressure to be right. It wasn’t there, and we had to go through them all. I was hurrying to find the docs, but the work crew had planted themselves in front of a big screen. They told me that they liked sitting there, and had no plans to hurry. So I sat down with them.

I was getting home from work, and my older sister rolled into the driveway in a older bright pink MG. She was selling some product, and I had bought some, and she was delivering it (from Virginia). She got out of the car, and was wearing a hot pink fleece pullover, and was commenting on how awesome the shirt was. We went into the house, and it looked like the place had been tossed. I went around, checking to see if anything had been taken, but I remember thinking the joke was on them, since I don’t have any valuables. I had taken the one valuable thing out the day before. More of my family members showed up: my mom and her husband, the kids. They were ready to go on some trip, and I was being rushed. I went around trying to make sure all the doors and windows were locked, since this was my dad’s house now, and I knew he’d be upset about the break-in. None of my stuff was stolen, but his might be. He had a coffee can full of cash somewhere that I knew he’d be concerned about.

I went to the sliding back door, and it was slightly open. I kept trying to shut the door, and the latch wouldn’t catch. I couldn’t lock it. The more I tried to shut it, the more impossible it was to make it shut. The gap was about 2 inches wide, and I realized that the door had been locked, but someone had pried it open with a crowbar. I was relieved that it wasn’t my fault that someone got in.

It seems that by this time, I had gotten a call from an old grad school friend, and I was trying to talk to him while all this was going on. Or we were texting or something. I can’t remember what the conversation was about. I really wish I could, though, because he’s hot.

Another Dream-o-rama

2009-04-17T08:12:00.000-07:00

Last night, starting from the top:

I was in a very hip bar, with lots of neon and shiny black surfaces. I was really craving a coffee though, so I got a mocha, and then afterwards decided I had better get my drink on, so I was asking a bartender to spike it. I had to locate my drink, and then presumably got set up. It was a birthday party for CC, her family had decided that as a present they would buy us all a suite off of the main bar area so we could crash afterwards. I was very excited about it, the suites were very plush, and I didn’t have to worry about driving. The others were much more excited about the prospect of bar hopping, and we were plotting our exploits. I can remember not being able to find the birthday girl.

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I was teaching at a new college. It was a really small college with a rowdy clientele. In order to keep the students in line, Professor Snape (the academic dean) was staying in my classroom. After two classes, he decided that I had it under control, so he left the class. Almost immediately, the students started to act out. One student in particularly was disruptive, so I sent him out of the class. Others seemed to think this was a bonus, not a punishment, so a few more left after him. I was angry, so I made a pop quiz on the spot, and didn’t allow the students who came rushing in afterward to take the quiz. It didn’t seem to help. Also, I had no idea what I was talking about up there, so it was difficult to teach. I had only made one question on the pop quiz, while all the time pretending like it was a scheduled quiz that I had planned.

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I decided that I should go to the big hippie supermarket. I wanted some fresh fruit. I headed into the place, and it was a dirty, dingy-looking gardening store. I walked through the main building out to the back where they had plants for sale. I found a lot of dishes with guacamole in one little area. I didn’t get it. I didn’t want guacamole or avocado. That was the only food area they had, with about 20 prepared dishes, mostly avocado. I walked around the rest of the store pretty quickly, and decided to move on. I found a few matches in the back of the garden area, and as I was walking away, I flicked one with my thumb. It lit quickly, and I threw it down on the ground and walked into the main store. As I walked into the back of the main store, I saw reflected in the window that my match had lit a fire around a tractor where I had been. The flames were small, but every time I looked again, they had grown. They started to lick around the wheels, and then the fire was a blaze, lighting the grass around the area. The whole time, I was debating whether to confess and go tell someone what I had done. By the time the grass had started to burn, the employees had noticed the fire and had started to put it out with sacks and shovels of dirt. Then there were firemen on the site, and the fire was out.

I went into the building, and there were a few rooms in the back, like a hotel. I went to the back, and saw someone I knew, and realized that there was a kind of theatre people reunion/retreat/conference going on. The place was booked up, so I couldn’t stay, but I could stay for the dinner and see all the people that I had known again. I was excited to see everyone coming in.

*********************

I was going camping with the housekeeper. It seemed like it was the youngest’s idea. She was very excited, and was in a tent in preparation for the event. I was trying to get stuff ready for the trip, I was cooking baked goods to pack. I had myself a slave of sorts, if you know what I mean. A valet, a man to see to my needs, all my needs. I had him packing up for me, and he was preparing something for me. There were vats of blue, and he had to cut a shape into them. They were rectangular, and he would cut a kind of triangular shape, and then he would have to dig. I realized he was remote controlled, and every time I pushed the button he would dig, so I pushed the A button really fast, and he was done in no time. I realized that I could use the same approach for my baking, so I used the remote to turn my baked goods, and I was really excited because whatever I was baking had a tendency to burn so it was really convenient. The housekeeper was strangely ok with my valet, and he was very supportive of me baking with him. He wanted everything to be nice for him, like he was his friend.

hot librarian

2009-04-16T07:30:00.000-07:00

Dreamy:

I was at the library with Pink and Sparkly and Lora Mae, maybe Chutah. We were looking through the movies for something to watch, but I kept looking back to the male librarian at the desk, who was absolutely scrummy. All of the movies were Christmas movies, and I wondered aloud why that was, and I was informed by my friends that they liked to keep lots of those on hand for homeless people. It was cold at Christmas, so they came into the library, and this way, they had something to watch and keep up their spirits.

We found some movies that were wrapped like presents. Patrons had given the library Christmas gifts, and they hadn’t opened them. Pink/Sparkly and Lora Mae went to the librarian to find out if they could open them for the library. I stayed with the presents, because I was too shy to talk to the librarian, and while standing there, I found big magnum bottle of champagne. I was messing with the top of the bottle, nervously, and loosened the cork, which shot out of the bottle and hit me right underneath the eye.

I was embarrassed, and the girls ran back over to check out what was going on. They were trying to convince me that I needed to go tell the librarian what I’d done, but I didn’t want to, especially since I opened their booze and I was developing a nice black eye, and the librarian was still hot hot hot. They went to sort it out for me. I believe he came over to check on me, but my brain seems to have censored the good part.

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I was driving a motorcycle, but it was one of those trike things, and it had a full back seat part to it. My sister and her husband and child were sitting in the back, and I was driving them somewhere kind of far. We were hurtling down the road, and I can remember my hair streaming out behind me. Suddenly, it started to hail. Big, golfball to softball size hail. I was worried about the baby getting brained, so we pulled over to the rest station on the highway, which was about fifteen stories high. We were looking for a place to sit and rest, but everyone was inside due to the hail. We finally got a place, and it turned out that it was because the hail had stopped.

death, murder, grief

2009-04-15T10:58:00.000-07:00

I just had deja vu posting this dream. Double weird

Last weekend’s dreamstravaganza (all in one night actually):

I went camping with three women, at first it was like we were all Sex and the City in the woods, and then later, it was my three aunts and myself. As we were walking, my aunt with dark hair stopped to pick up a little fluffy animal of some kind and out of nowhere, a pterodactyl swooped her up in its mouth. It wanted the little fluffy animal, so we were pretty sure we saw the pterodactyl drop her. We started searching for her, while asking each other if the others knew that pterodactyls weren’t extinct after all.

All my uncles and my dad came out and we built up our campsite as we looked for my aunt. We were all pretty sure she had died, but we didn’t want to give up. It was all very sad. My dad was there, and pointed out that it was my birthday. There was a jeweler there in our little encampment, and dad wanted to buy me something for my birthday. I was going to pick a simple pair of earrings, because I didn’t want my dad to spend to much, but my sister was pushing me to take advantage of the situation, so I believe I got the earrings and necklace set.

I was living in a house with two bohemian types. They were a couple (girl/boy). My entire family came to get together and have a reunion in this very old house, and the couple invited everyone down to the basement area for a show. They had converted it into a black box theatre with lots of black and gleaming walnut wood. The began the show, and invited people up on stage, and then they began to massacre everyone present, except for me. I was shocked, horrified, and scared. I didn’t know that they were capable of that. They were pleased with the results, and they took me upstairs into this white, Victorian style room with a big bed in the center, and they cut off all my hair. It was cut very short, because they thought it would be appropriate for me to be in mourning. I was scared and wanted to go to the police, but didn’t think I could make it before they found out and killed me.

I was in the kitchen with my sister, helping her to clean. I was washing the counters, and it was obvious from the state of them that they hadn’t been washed in a long time. There were hard crusty bits, and I had to scrub really hard. Sister was in the kitchen, working with me, but I knew she wasn’t working hard, just there to be with me. She told me that it was my fault that our parents had died. I was already in mourning for them. After she told me that, I was twice as sad. I left the house and wandered around town. I was in a hotel, and the porter at the hotel also worked for my psychologist, and he was telling me that I needed to come back and see her. This was not a dream of action, more of emotion. It was the last one before I woke up, and when I did, I felt like I was drowning in grief.

hot for teacher

2009-04-15T06:29:00.001-07:00

In an effort to purge these from my brain, here goes a week’s worth of dreams:

Last night:

Multiple dreams, but the one that stays with me is that I was at dinner with my sister and her family and a guy sat down at our table. He was a dirty-looking man. My sister assumed he was homeless, and offered to buy him a steak dinner. I was thinking about how generous she was, and how I wished I could be more like that when he informed her that he wasn’t homeless or dirty, he was black, and it was weird of her to assume he was homeless, because all of a sudden he was well groomed and in nice clothes. Awk-ward. Anyway, he said he came over because he wanted to talk to me. He asked me out and we later went on a date. I had morphed into an ugly girl, like the lady on Britain’s got talent that everybody is talking about. It turned out he was in finance, and he took me to like Enterprise Square, all financial hands-on type exhibits, with lots of flashing lights and such. I was very amused. He drug me away from the exhibits, and the date was over, I thought pleasantly for everyone.

Back to my normal self, I’m teaching a class of adults, but we’re in a grade school classroom. I had given them an assignment, and was going over the work I had gotten so far, but the adults were rowdy, and they were pushing my buttons. One person needed more paper, but all I had were these half pages. The frustration level in the classroom continued to rise, and I was fed up, so I went over to the windows and opened them. A storm was approaching, I could tell it was about to rain, the wind blew in one window and out the other, despite being on the same wall. Immediately the tension in the room eased. I remember thinking that people can get a little crazy when it’s about to storm and fresh air always helps. The class seemed to agree.

We had a cupboard with a pet area, it appeared that we had managed to kill off two of our pets. They were gone. One was a mouse/hamster, but I don’t remember the other one. The rabbit was left. A zookeeper type guy came in and said he wanted to introduce our bunny to another bunny, a male bunny. He wanted to know if ours was a female bunny. He told me that all the younger classes had a female bunny, and they were all named Bimbo. He went on to tell me that she was a lion, and he was a tiger, so we might get a liger out of the deal.

The phone rang across the room, and I went to answer it. It was my financial beau, and he said that with the military, his full time job, and school he just didn’t have time to date. I turned around and the class had become my AFB class, and told them I just got dumped because he didn’t have time. I had been dating one of the students too, apparently, because he chose that moment to tell me he was having the same problem, and he was going to have to break up with me too. Another member of the class asked me out, and I knew what was coming, a joke about breaking up with me because he was too busy.

Nevermind a week’s worth. One dream was too long. I’ll try to come back and purge more later.

lots of changes

2009-03-10T22:13:00.000-07:00

I had a dream that I was dyeing my hair. At first, I was dyeing it blue and black. I was going for a vertical stripe effect, first blue, then black, then blue, etc. As I got it all on, I realized that all of the colors had bled together. So I tried again. This time, I cut my hair super short and cute, like anime short, dyed the top half of my hair pink, and the bottom half black. I liked it. It seems to have occurred to me later that this isn't the most professional look.

I need to get to this blog in the mornings, because I had a dream that was clear all day, and it has left me now. The dream above is a few days old.

Project

2009-02-23T05:45:00.000-08:00

Last night’s dream: I was assigned to a project with a beautiful dark-haired man. There was a three dimensional wooden puzzle that was multi-level and included water in sections running throughout. I flipped and rearranged blocks to complete the paths of dotted lines of different colors—red, yellow, blue, green. I worked pretty quickly, while the man stood at the bottom of the puzzle, about calf-deep in water. I finished, and went to stand by the attractive young man. There was a goofy, romantic kind of tension

Flash forward, and I was trying to get ready for another project with this guy. I had been assigned to work with him on getting some carpentry done for some houses. I wanted to look really good for him. I was at my dad’s house, and was having trouble finding something to wear. Every pair of jeans I tried on didn’t fit, or were too short, or something. I was rattling around in my dad’s room, and realized he was still there. He griped at me for being late, because they needed that stuff, and said he wasn’t going to do the finish work that day because it wouldn’t be finished. When I finally left the house, it was dark, and it was too late to work. I realized it was Sunday, and I wouldn’t be able to help at all.

Party Time

2009-02-04T07:23:00.000-08:00

I need to be working, papers are piled high all around, but wanted to document the latest dream. I had a dream that I was attending a work party. I was divided about the event—I wanted to get really drunk, but I also didn’t want to go. I was at the party, and it was in a really nice place with lots of wood paneling (the real kind, not the bad kind) and everything was very nice. I was convinced that I should be drunk by the time we headed over to the next venue. I went to the bar, where a nice looking bartender gave me a jack and coke (the first time I tried to order I asked for it incorrectly, something like a jack and whiskey). I took my drink, and went over to a seating area nearby, and sat next to another nice looking man, and READ A BOOK. For about an hour, nursing a drink. Lora Mae and Cotton Candy were there, off dancing I presume, as well as my two work friends, and I was content to read.

After about an hour, I remembered I was supposed to be getting incredibly plastered and went back to the bar. I got another jack and coke, and since I was concerned that I was behind schedule on the drinking, I ordered a round of four shots. After some deliberation, I decided to go with the traditional shot for the work friends, purple hooters.

In dream-like fashion, I was immediately in the car with Lora Mae. We were headed to the next venue. I was very concerned about what happened to the missing time, but more importantly to the missing shots. Lora Mae knew nothing of them, which made me wonder if I had drank them all, or left them at the bar. I was very concerned about this. I was also drunk and driving. We were driving through an industrial-looking part of the city, and there was a cop two lanes over. I panicked and swerved or something stupid, and the cop’s lights came on. Fortunately, the drunk in the car right in front of him had his attention. We continued on to the next party.

At the next party, I quickly found another chair to sit in. This place was not as nice, but similar-looking, and seemed to be contained in an upscale mall. There were much fewer people here. I was sitting in a basic folding chair, and a model type woman and fabulous man decided that I should really wear make-up when going out, so they put some on me. I remember the man rubbing lip gloss into my lips. I left the room I was in and headed downstairs to wander around. I found a group of work people sitting around smoking; my bosses’ boss was with them. They were talking about sensitive stuff, so when I came in, they stopped, and the boss made eyes at me and made small talk with me, hoping I wouldn’t notice.

They left, and I continued to walk around the mall area. My friends found me, and I ditched them. It seems that I climbed a balcony to get away. I ended up sitting in a not as nice section of the mall with Lora Mae, while a guy from work helped me with something to do with my car.

The next part I remember is being in a Wal-Mart Parking lot and it was just weird random stuff involving toilet paper. I think we’re running low at the house, lol. General impressions: lots of focus on alcohol, being surrounded by attractive people, knowing people were there but not seeing them, my own state of attractiveness

Older Men

2009-01-29T04:19:00.000-08:00

As briefly described on Twitter, here is the dream about older men. Somehow, I ended up stranded in a tropical paradise with a ship full of people. We crash landed with no hope of escape, and found a magical castle type place that had incredible rooms that change to fit the needs of the owners. The captain of the ship was Jack Nicholson (liver spots and all) and one of the passengers was James Garner (more liver spots). Despite the number of people on board the ship, both of these gentlemen found me irresistable. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to pursue an affair with two men so much older than me.

My libido got the better of me, and I went to Jack first. He was sitting outside on a crate, the beautiful island sunset a backdrop behind him. He was talking to another old man, as old men do. When he saw me, he said goodbye to his friend, and we went inside the establishment to find some quiet. The first room was enormous with ceilings that were probably twenty feet high, and on one side of the room were these massive steps with each step about five foot high and covered in green silk. Most of the passengers were sleeping on these stairs. The passengers having sex were distributed throughout the rest of the house, which had marble floors and looked like a french castle from the 1700s.

As we walked through the house, Jack told me that the rooms in the castle changed to suit the needs of the people inhabiting them. Every room we passed was full, but we kept going. We reached the end of the hall, but determined, we turned and kept looking. We found a room that was completely filled with a huge bed, with dark green sheets. I don't remember a comforter or cover of any kind. The lighting in the room was purple.

We had sex. I don't remember having sex with James, but I know it happened. I left the island to visit my parents, and I remember them having a new puppy, and I remember missing the island, and wanting to return to it and my lovers. Turns out, a la Dorothy, all I really needed was to want to go and I was back.

There was some kind of university/greek row on our island, and my friend Chutah was a student living in one of the houses. I was hanging out with her, and we went back to her room in the Greek house. There we found Jack behind the door. He had a knife, and some chain, and had planned to tie her up and have his way with her. He didn't understand how this was a bad thing. When he didn't get it, and still wanted to carry out his plans (that could potentially harm her) I had to call the cops. They came to arrest him, and I had to explain that he was my elderly lover that didn't understand that everyone didn't want to be chained. Before they took him away, I told him that it would have been fine if he wanted to do that to me. He didn't understand women at all.

Needless to say, I woke up thinking that maybe I should look into some older men. lol.

Change We Can Believe In

2009-01-26T14:29:00.000-08:00

I think this is my first political dream. I had a dream that the kids and I were travelling with my mom to the inauguration. I remember going down a bunch of stone steps, excited to be there. It was the excitement of travel plus the excitement of the new administration.

*******

I was sitting on top of a big wooden scaffold in front of a building. Below, was a grassy area. There was a line of people behind me. My mom was on the ground, calling for me to come down. Apparently, in order to vote, you had to jump off this wooden scaffolding high above the ground. I was scared. The guy in front of me scoffed at me and tried to push me to jump. I didn't want to. People were waiting for me to do it; they all wanted their chance to express themselves. I don't know if I was ever able to commit.

love

2009-01-18T11:09:00.000-08:00

Alcohol induced dreams to follow:

I was at the alma mater, walking through the computer lab. I saw my old crush (from work) and while he was there on business, he kept me hanging around instead of sending me on my way, like I expected. He was touching my hands and hugging me, and I was very happy to be there with him. It got to be night, and we were out front of the university, and the moon was shining brightly, and we were slow dancing on the university lawn. It was so beautiful, and there was water trickling around us in little features. We were both supposed to be somewhere else, but it didn't matter. We stopped dancing, and he told me that he'd been thinking of me and how I told him that the biggest mistake I had ever made was letting him go, and he said that had moved him, and he wanted to be with me. I was ecstatic. Even better, then we spent the night together.

Part two of the dream involved telling the housekeeper the news. He had moved in with three white trash people and their kids in a broken down trailer. I stopped by, expecting to tell him that I was for sure done, moving on, and as I sat with him, waiting for a good moment to break the news, he somehow realized that he was still in love with me, and didn't want to live with the trailer trash, but wanted to live with me instead. This caused me a little consternation, because I didn't want him. I mean, I was hopeful when he said this, but then my brain said, look where he's living, and he'll still have the same issues with sex. I told him about the sex issue, and he started having sex with me, but in some new way that involved no actual body contact, and that was all in the mind. I could feel him inside of me, but it was some kind of projected idea, and he was very proud that he could do it while being on the other side of the house. Which he did to demonstrate, while the two bleach blond trailer women gave pointers. I tried to explain that sex wasn't about long distance mind tricks, and he didn't understand. Then, he kept trying to get his stuff together, and was talking about moving out with me. He was getting all his stuff together, and making plans, and I went out to the car. More trailer people were out there, and not wanting me to go, but I tricked them, and jumped in my car, locked the doors, and took off, giving them the finger as I left.

Dreamorama

2009-01-16T07:56:00.000-08:00

All from last night. I’m sure there were more.

I dreamed that I was shopping for a dress to wear to the holiday part at work. I was at big girl heaven, and a friend from work was telling me they had already been over the stuff. I found one dress that was red and white and black, and it was very busy. We decided it was too much when we found that it had that eyelash lace on it. I couldn’t find anything there, but I was really looking.

Later, I went shopping at a big department store with my family, and they were all ready to go, but I needed to find something. I was distracted by the lacy things. The family got bored and went off on their own. I remember food being involved.

*****

I was with the kids, and we were at some kind of entertainment venue, and we found a little cottage-type thing for kids to play in. Each room in the cottage was a different theme, all geared towards the youngest’s age group. Dora, Diego, Princesses, etc. We weren’t sure we wanted to take her in there, because we might never get her out, but we wandered around and she was very excited.

*****

I was with the kids in a bookstore or library, and I was searching around for some books. We started messing around, and then we were playing tag in this place, running through really narrow rows while the oldest chased us on some kind of vehicle. We weren’t sure she could make it through the rows. It was fun.

We all scream for ice cream

2008-12-28T10:14:00.000-08:00

Ice Cream was the star last night. I laid in bed this morning going over the dream, but I may have waited too long to transcribe it. I remember that he and I were together, perhaps in a bar, and he took me home, and I was very excited about the possibilities, and then he told me it was just so I would have a place to sleep, no sex involved. It was sad.

Now I remember, he was an apartment manager, and he took me and someone else up to his apartment. It looked like old lady or old bachelor decor. But he had a big 52" flat screen tv. He said that he had just won another tv, and I said that I was going to need a tv, and I would really like to have one of those. He told me he would sell it to me for $5. I thought about how nice he was to his friends, but disappointed that he just considered me a friend.

bonus

2008-12-27T15:51:00.000-08:00

That dream made me remember this one from weeks ago. I was in a house and it was the annual day where they trashed the house. These guys had developed a tradition that on one's birthday, they just trashed the place. They had beer and food, and it was a big party. I walked into the house and they were burning things and taking baseball bats to tile and things. Everyone was having a lot of fun, and no one seemed to be bothered by the destruction. By the end, most of the distinguishing features of the house had been reduced to rubble, and I had a hard time finding a drink amongst the ruin.

delicious

2008-12-27T15:32:00.000-08:00

I was talking to a girl, she had a daughter young and had given it to her mom to raise. I worked with her mother, who was rushing around the diner she runs as her daughter was telling me her story. She told me the plan was for her to give up her daughter to her mother, and then move away. She never could do it, though, and now she wanted to keep her daughter, but she didn't think her mother would approve. I tried to convince her that some women come into their maternal instinct later than others.

I moved into another room, an old friend and his friend were there, I had given them shelter. I'm not sure what I was protecting them from, but they were hiding out until the danger had passed. I went to speak to my old friend, who had separated himself from everyone. He had gone to a room full of babies. It was a kind of daycare. I teased him about looking for peace in a room full of crying children. We had a laugh about that. I said goodbye to him. I hugged him, and I knew it was a few moments too long to be polite, but I knew it was the last time I was going to see him.

I was walking out the door, and I say a guy I know from work, and they were talking about how attractive I am. His friend said they my mouth was delectable (or something along those lines.) I was impressed, because he was a baseball team guy (?). I got close to them as I walked out the door, and work guy grabbed me and kissed me firmly on the mouth. He seemed to be convinced by baseball guy's enthusiasm for me.

A dream worth noting

2008-12-16T07:14:00.000-08:00

I dreamed of sexy pirate, he was in my class, I wanted his beautiful wavy hair. We were both students. In order to seduce him, I planned to play porn to excite him. He was out of the classroom, so I prepped the video. It was cued, and every time I flipped over to it, I flipped back very quickly, because I was in a room full of people and it was inappropriate. I don’t think that I ever showed it to him.

Somebody's getting married

2008-11-26T12:19:00.001-08:00

He was getting married. I was there. They were holding the event at a property my family owned. We kept gravitating towards each other, being in the same place, talking with our heads close together, and his family would come trooping through, or the bride to be (some faceless, bumpy creature) would come in and I’d have to move away. It was a prolonged dance. I believe, in the end, that they ended up getting married despite my urgings to the contrary.

The Big Easy

2008-11-19T16:34:00.000-08:00

NOLA gave me the weirdest dreams.

One night, I dreamed that we were all in the quarter (all the women in the bridal party) and we had been hitting bars all night. CC was in her wedding gown, and it was getting crowded, so we were looking for another way to get to a bar all the way down the street. Some guy that worked in the bar showed us the back way, a long, white hallway with wooden floors. We traveled down the hall until we came to a huge open space with golden wood floors and high ceilings. They were doing construction on this, so there was saw dust everywhere and they were using saws and such, but they said we could come through. We went toward the door, and as we went back out into the quarter, I carried CC over the threshold.

The others have escaped me for a moment, but I did have a really interesting dream last night. It seemed to go on forever. Johnny Depp, in full pirate gear

three for one

2008-10-22T07:01:00.000-07:00

I was an actor and kept having to run around this corner in heels and sliding in the mud. I thought that they were going to have to get that fixed. As I slid, I dropped my cell phone, which was apparently where I was getting my lines, so I stood up to continue the scene and just adlibbed. I was worried I would throw off the other actor, but she kept going, and in two lines we were where we needed to be.

Family dinner with a bunch of poor relations with a lot of kids.

Dreamt a man with parasomnia was touching me, he was digitally (lol) stimulating me, and I was trying to decide whether I was asleep or awake. I really wanted to be awake. I remember tightening around his fingers, both out of pleasure and to test, and then I ran my hand down his arm just to make sure. Then I woke up for real, and nothing was going on. Sigh.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

2008-10-13T14:11:00.000-07:00

Chutah's dream (starring me)

you were in my dreams this morning. we were driving at night. and driving and driving and driving. and i felt at peace.

but then we were at a wedding. it was in a rural area, but with a little building and there was a wooden fence around the parameter of the grounds. we heard gunshots and someone was coming to attack us. i laid down on the ground. it was scary! then i woke up with a migraine.

GS

2008-10-13T07:21:00.001-07:00

My dreams have taken on the tone of a two bit peep show recently. Men I know visit me nightly to keep me company while I sleep. This weekend it was sexy prof among others. Last night, grad student was there.

I was in London for something or other. Grad student had moved there with his wife, and while I was there, I thought I’d stop by for a visit. I knew he worked in the architectural district, so I sat on the side of a cobblestone street and watched the people stream out at the end of the workday. He wasn’t coming out, and people were starting to stare and make me generally uncomfortable, so I decided to head to his apartment. I had been there before.

I drove to his apartment, I knew it was apartment 1-A. The apartment I went into was apartment 1-3. The 3 was covered up. I had a laundry basket with me. One of GS’s friends found me and showed me to the right apartment. I was happy to see GS and his wife again. I put down the laundry basket and said something about bringing the clothes for the terrorist organization. We all had a good laugh at that, and GS said he could see that I was up on current events. They had a baby, it was a little girl, she was about 2. I picked her up and she was feeling warm, and I said it seemed that she had a fever, but her parents weren’t sure.

His wife was going to take care of the child, and I was trying to talk GS into taking me out since I was in town. I was hoping to wear him down after a few drinks. I don’t think I got my wish. We ended up in the front yard, and he was reading me some very poetic/dramatic text about advanced schooling. The words and his voice were making me feel rather warm. He began to speak it without the actual text, while he was cutting thorns off of three cacti in the front yard. As he was doing this, he and I both realized it was a foolish and futile effort, but he was determined to cut off these rose-like, thick thorns. I said something about knowing I should have continued grad school, and he said, “You think so?” like he was surprised, like he thought I shouldn’t or couldn’t. I was disappointed. He kept cutting the thorns off the cactus.

Update

2008-10-07T06:46:00.001-07:00

It has been a long absence. Beginning therapy has been difficult. I’m somewhat preoccupied with what’s going on in my own mind. I’ve been having lots of dreams; the feelings associated with the dreams last for quite a while. Family and friends are regular parts of the dreams. I thought I’d share one that has stayed with me for a few days.

I was at my house, and I remembered that I left some clothes that I needed out in my car. I was in the middle of changing when I realized this, so I figured since it was night, I could go out to the car and get my stuff without worrying about it. I step out the door, and who should I see in the neighbor’s driveway, right next to my car, but Will Smith (honest to god, Will Smith). Now I’m a little embarrassed, because I’m basically naked, but determined not to wimp out now that he’s seen me. I walk to the car, arms covering myself, get in the car, pick up the laundry basket that I came after, and hold it in front of my breasts. (But since it is a laundry basket with large holes in it, that is not incredibly useful). He was very appreciative of the view. It seems he spoke to me briefly, and I tried to seem casual about the whole thing, and then retreated to the house.

When I remembered this dream, it made me realize that I have lots of dreams where I get into situations and realize, not that I’ve forgotten my shirt, but that I’ve forgotten that it is appropriate or necessary.

Laughter and Tears

2008-09-26T06:41:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-21T12:19:00.001-07:00

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

2008-09-18T06:18:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-15T10:40:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-13T13:48:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-12T07:13:00.001-07:00

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

2008-09-11T07:29:00.001-07:00

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

2008-09-09T12:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-08T07:20:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-05T06:50:00.001-07:00

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

2008-09-04T09:29:00.001-07:00

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

2008-09-02T14:31:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-02T05:55:00.000-07:00

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.

Wrong place, wrong time

2008-08-31T09:29:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-30T06:03:00.000-07:00

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.

****

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

IRILL

2008-08-29T04:25:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-28T03:52:00.001-07:00

Conserve Water, Shower together

2008-08-27T04:26:00.000-07:00

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.

****
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

2008-08-26T04:46:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-25T04:23:00.001-07:00

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

2008-08-24T08:12:00.000-07:00

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.

?

2008-08-23T06:32:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-22T04:20:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-21T04:30:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-20T04:32:00.000-07:00

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 . . .

2008-08-19T04:20:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-18T04:41:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-17T08:22:00.001-07:00

**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

2008-08-16T06:07:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-15T05:41:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-14T09:16:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-14T09:14:00.000-07:00

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.