Another Dream-o-rama

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.

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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