Dream 08-27-09

We lived here. Only the surrounding area was like it was when there were trees. It was a little different, but I'll get to that. My dad was here, but Clint was also here. I don't know if he was living here or just staying or what, but him, Aaron and I were goofing around in the middle of the night. . . . we were looking for something, picking something up . . . before the last exiting turn of the driveway (where the old dead tree in my "other" pics used to be) if you kept going straight there was, in the dream, almost a path and there was something there we were going to take care of before going to bed or whatever. Aaron was off to the left (towards the mailbox) and Clint was dead ahead as I was coming down the driveway. He called to me, said there was something I had to see. So I come up to him and whatever we were gathering was laying about but that's not what was important. There was kind of a drop-off (which there isn't, there's a junk yard in that direction) and if we were really quiet we could hear almost a girl-child's sing-song voice. The more I listened the clearer it became. I caught "Lana's _something_ _something_" with that many syllables (I'm convinced it was "gonna get you") and down at the bottom of the drop-off we could see a floating white light-ball dancing back and forth like a child at play. At this point we hauled ass back to the house, all three of us, giggling like crazy. We almost run into a car or something coming down the driveway, but it was coming from the direction where there used to be only trees. Hrm. My dad was in the living room sitting on the floor watching TV. I leaned over this bar stool to tell him what happened and he cut me off saying "It doesn't matter, your mother put us on the list and we're moving to Clear Creek". Huh? I don't think I ever got the whole story out. I decide it's no big deal and lay down to go to bed. I start hearing this . . . noise in my ears. It started as almost a buzz-hum then it sounded almost like someone pounding the Venetian blinds against the window. I try to ignore it and fall back asleep (at this point I'm not sure I realized I was still dreaming) and it loudens to almost deafening and sounds like someone striking a stack of shelves with a branch or something. All of a sudden there is a flash of a little girl's face in front of my eyes, only slightly warped and the huge mouth is filled with razor sharp teeth. I feel my heart start up! and feel like maybe I almost didn't wake up.

I decide "Fine, I'll get up, let Elvis out and then blog this dream out and go back to bed." So I pick up Elvis and he's fine . . . until I open the front door. It's still dark out and when I go to put him down he starts freaking out! So I shut the door and bring him back into the room. I still intend to blog but there's no way I'm doing it in the dark! I turn on the light but it won't turn on. The computer is still on but the brand new light bulb is burnt out. Odd, but whatever. I won't be rattled. I'll just get the old bulb from the kitchen. No sweat. I try to turn on lights as I go and none of them are coming on. Whatever, I just need one. There's no way it's the fuse cuz other stuff is on, just the lights won't come on. I keep physically trying to yell at the ghost-girl to go away and she is not welcome here. I can sense her flitting around the outside of the house trying to get in. I can feel my voice-box moving in my throat, but no sound comes out. Pure nightmare fashion. I grab the bulb from on top of the fridge and just for good measure check the bathroom light on my way back. Sure enough, won't come on. Yet I hold onto my old-new light bulb like some sort of talisman, secure in the fact that it will work. I open up my door wondering which overhead socket to put it in and when I walk in somehow Elvis has gotten himself wedged between the computer and the TV! Upside-down! That's it, he's definitely going outside whether he wants to or not.

The scene that greets me when I open the front door is nothing short of insanity. The door bumps someone standing on the ramp, I see my mom in the yard with a flashlight on, Jet's off by the fence, someone yells "Gracie!" (my neighbor's dog) and Kujo (Sandy's dog) leaps up out of nowhere to nose my face.

Dream 07-23-09

Okay, so it started out to where I was living here by myself with Onyx and Jet. Sandypants moved into the trailer across from me (by herself) and they were closer than they are now. Mine was being refurnished in a lot of parts. We decided to knock down the connecting fence and build a bridge between our two porches. That was pretty cool. At the first part of it she was off hanging out with some people at a waterpark picnic and I was at home doing my hair. (haha very funny, yeah I know) That afternoon we had a ton of people over for, like, a party. When people started showing up I was just trying to find this huge bag of beads that I had just seen so I could fancy up this one part of my hair that was much longer than the rest (think Yuna from Final Fantasy X) and I could not find it! She was helping this other girl finish getting ready (I didn't know her) so I finally gave up and decided to go schmooze. I had a hard time finding anyone who was standing still long enough to talk to. Until, of course, someone approached me. This guy Robert. I don't think anyone reading this will know him (I hung out with him for only a short while after meeting Mike) but it ended pretty badly between us. Now, apparently in the dream it was so bad that he wanted me to call his grandma (who I don't think I ever even met) and apologize to her and he even had the nerve to transfer his spirit into Jet to give me those sad puppy eyes and make me do it. Then I guess the puppy energy got him distracted cuz he went off to eat kibble. I got out of there. I ran into Mike (funny, right?) and said "Hey how's it going?" "S'okay . . . . you know I just want to forget that right?" "Yeah, I know" and . . . ya know, it hurt. Whatever. I was still tired but I'm not going to take that kind of emotional abuse from a dream so I woke up. Enrique and Deemer where there, but why bother? The way that dream was going that probably wouldn't have been worth staying asleep for either. Kind of a weird bit, though. Between the hair and the party I did run into Sandy on the porch bridge and she was showing me pictures of the waterpark picnic, like, actual developed photos, and I could see them just as clearly as everything else in the dream. Mostly people I didn't know sitting at picnic tables drinking those giant 6 Flags type drinks in the big fancy plastic cup things. I don't think I've ever looked at pictures like that before in a dream. There were girls there too, but I think they were mostly Sandy's other friends.