Prom Night

I have to keep us with recording these things. So I was sitting at a table at prom night. I was looking fantastic, and I was sitting at a table relaxing, checking my phone or snacking or some kind of other zen thing, and someone came up to me concerned because my date had left me alone. He was asking me where my boyfriend had gone, and I told him he was off at the gambling tables, and that he'd be there until he lost all his money or won an amount he was happy with, and I wouldn't expect him any sooner than that. I had zero problems with this. The guy seemed unbelieving. Prom was so special, I had to be with my date during prom. I explained that I was enjoying myself, and I'd been to prom 6 times before this, and this year made my 7th. I counted them off on my fingers. Three in Little Axe, three in Ardmore, and now this one. That's about all I remember about it. Just a dream about being content and confident on my own.

Does she like photography?

Dream from the other night that I didn’t record. I was in a super tall building that was a sky scraper, black and sleek looking. The boyfriend and I lived in the middle of it, yet somehow, portions of our level were open to the air. We are sitting in the living room (in a floor to ceiling covered portion) and we see a helicopter hovering out the window, with a camera pointed at us. I’m confused, I don’t understand why they are filming us. It hovers, then goes to the other side and films and comes back, and this whole time, it’s dangerously close to the walls. Boyfriend explains that this the crew that films racy movies, and this is how they signal that they are ready. I’m excited to be participating in a racy movie. We head to the other part of the level, that is open to the air. The helicopter has landed, and the pilots are out of the helicopter and ready to shoot. In this section, there is a huge hot tub that is on a pedestal made of the same sleek, black material as the outside of the skyscraper. I hop in, ready to have fun, but boyfriend hangs back. He doesn’t like that I’m doing the film.

Black Out

Sleep medication does weird things to me. I had many dreams last night, all very clear and realistic. I remember checking my bank account, and being saddened by the amount of money in there. That’s just a normal anxiety. I dreamed my daughter came home and then she left again almost immediately, which is also a pretty normal occurrence. I remember asking her to stay for her sister. But the main dream, which seemed to have actual dream-like qualities, was a dream of a party. It was a party with my friends, I remember Al being there, and we were having a good time. There was a guy hosting the party, and I was really into him. Like really. I hadn’t really met him before, but I was really digging him. I was talking to him, and things seemed to be going well, and then I did something drunkenly, I can’t remember what, which put him off, and he went off with one of his friends. I was a little confused, but then I figured, party time, and continued to have a good time with my friends. Next thing I know, it’s the next day, and I had apparently had so much fun I blacked out. Al says this guy is having another party, and I’m excited to go, especially since he has a pool, and if we get there early, we can swim. We head over, but I’m got this nagging feeling that I’m not welcome there maybe. Like I did something during a black out that was very not cool. We get there, and I see the guy, and he says I’m not welcome there because of my behavior. I felt like an idiot for getting drunk enough to embarrass myself.

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.

the shakes

Today's dreams aren't super clear, but I do remember that the boyfriend was expecting a group of male friends to spend the night. They were going to stay in a foyer type room in the house, which looked like the entrance to a small Mexican restaurant. It was late, and the guys started to arrive, and I was in my nightclothes already, which just so happened to sexy. I laid down on a pallet, and ended up sleeping between two of the guys. There was interest, but nothing happened. In the morning, I woke up and knew I was in trouble, not really for infidelity, because that was probably ok, but for sleeping somewhere else, and went to the boyfriend and explained how tired I was, but I knew deep down that I had really liked the attention. After we talked it out for a minute, I tried to make it up to him by planning a party for everyone while I waited for his bus to arrive to take him to work. ******* I'm playing a video game with my son, and it's all immersive. We're driving a dune buggy thing over an icy tundra, which is pixelated, following his friend. I was nervous about it, since it was a MMORPG, and his friend decides to make it harder. We go to space, and we enter a tube. He goes in a really tight spiral in the tube, and as he does, pieces fall off in a honeycomb shape. I have to follow him really closely to use the space that just fell in the one second grace period after. ********* I was in a nasty hovel of a hotel, and i think i was a guy. I was sitting there alone, coming down off a drug, and starting to really hurt from withdrawal, when i discovers this giant ziplock bag of white powder, which happens to be my drug of choice. So i take it. Then this fried looking blonde woman shows up, she's my partner, and i have to tell her i fell off the wagon. She's a little disappointed, but understanding, and she helps me to get rid of the drugs and decide to move on. I remember how much i wish i hadn't done it when she got there.

Jetpack Joyride

So I was in this house with my kids and everyone. You were around there somewhere, and my mom and my sister, and basically all my people. It was a little influenced by the new video game, as I knew we were all in danger/crisis mode, and I was spending my time trying to protect everyone. There were other people there, and there was a man there that wanted me, and we had flirted, and we were going to set aside some time to get to know each other a little better in a very biblical sense. Things were a bit quiet and calm, but I felt very on edge, like I needed to be on my guard. The more this man wanted to get me alone, the more I felt put off by it. Work Guy was in the military, and he had been given top secret prototypes. One was a vertical/standing model jetpack, and the other was a horizontal/laying down jetpack. He was flying them around, testing them out, and I was watching. The Man from earlier was testing them after Work Guy. Man asked me if I was going next, and I indicated that they were insane, because that was top secret stuff, and very dangerous to boot. As I'm talking, I look down the street, and through the fog generated from these stupid prototypes, I see tanks rolling down the street. Somehow they were sneaky. I couldn't hear them, but I could see them, and a tank was parking on every block. They were dropping smoke screens, and soldiers were pouring out around them. I start running, and push everyone inside the house, but I couldn't grab Work Guy, and he was being swarmed by soldiers when I looked back. I remember thinking that they were looking for Work Guy because of his using the prototypes, but once I got into the house, I wasn't sure. Then I was inside this house, with all the people, just watching. Making sure people were ok. Watching people sleep peacefully in hammocks, seemingly unaffected by the war going on outside.

Going to the Chapel

I've had some interesting dreams recently, so I was inspired to return. It may not last long, though. Last night, I dreamed that I was in a picturesque little New England looking area, in a bright white church. I was with a man I was very much in love with. I had those feelings, really strong love and attraction and happiness. We were walking around, hand in hand, and he was telling me that he had arranged for us to be married in this church, and all the preparations were in order. I was excited and happy and feeling secure, but not entirely sure that I wanted to, there was some little doubt that sprang up once I had adjusted to the initial idea. But overall, I was really excited to be around him. We were walking around the side of the church, in between the church and an old pick up things got sexy, and i was talking dirty to him, and the look of desire on his face was so intense, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed, but both knew nothing had to happen then. We continued to walk hand in hand, excited about the future, and excited to be in love. We went into another building in the immediate area, and watched people preparing for the wedding, and I realized that I should be getting ready. I asked someone, and they confirmed that the wedding was going to be in about an hour, and I knew it was going to be close as to whether I could get ready in time. That's when the thing changed for me. I turned back to my guy, and he was a different guy. He looked like a guy I barely knew, and wasn't that into. I recognized him as the same guy, but the doubt that had started earlier came in full force. I started thinking about my life, and how he would fit into my life. I wondered if he knew my kids, if they got along, what that was going to be like. So I started to question him about this, and it turned out to be something that we had never talked about. Then I realized that I hadn't told my boyfriend. I thought it was probably ok, but surely I should tell him before. So I started talking to this guy I was supposed to marry about whether I should tell me boyfriend now, or if I should wait until after the ceremony. I woke up thinking, "Huh?"

It's been a while

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.