Vague

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

Class

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

Porntastic

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

Saturday:

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

Sunday:

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

Monday:

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

Bubbles and Music

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


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

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

Busted

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

I remembered

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

The overeducated hippo that thinks he's better than you

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

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