Dream 05-01-10

Spent a lot of time with Aaron. We were working on something . . . . spent some time in a store where I found a nice green button up shirt.

Dream 04-30-10

Onyx was there a lot. I think we were moving into a new house and it needed a lot of work so Frankie was helping. There was a lot of furniture and knick-knacks that I really like already there, possibly leftover from the former owner, who may have been family. At one point I was standing in front of a mirror swallowing handfuls of pills and I felt like a prisoner. I was not trying to kill myself. There was a guy buying a "diamond" ring for his girlfriend, it was barely a diamond. the name had a lot of words and numbers. I think one number that really stood out was "53016" . . . or close to it. I did see a mirror, it was rectangular with a fancy green frame. I don't think I saw a reflection. At the end there was a circus with Krusty the Klown and one of the performers tried to slip an SOS message to one of the kids and was sent back to Russia and made to work in the fields. The "new" house stood almost alone in an area with a lot of tan dirt and new roads. I did, though, see my reflection in the bathroom mirror when I took the pills.

Dream 02-19-10

I was attending college, but the building was very decrepit. Our mascot was a Pug dog and we had several roaming around campus. I got to wash them, making sure to clean carefully between their creases. It was a fairly enjoyable job until a dog came up that had patches of skin missing. I cleaned it as best I could and then took it for a walk. Initially it tried to lead me into an open elevator shaft, but it was only trying to get upstairs. We ran into the guy who had harmed the dog. Before I could do anything about it I ended up back "home". I'm not sure where "home" was, but I was in a relationship with David. There were 3 blonde girls that kept flirting with him and he wasn't stopping them. I sure stopped them by physically throwing them out of the house.

Dream 02-03-10

I dreamt I was in a huge house, presumably for some sort of party. There were adults and children everywhere. Decidedly more children than adults. I sat at a table chatting with some girls who were about my age. At some point the adults called for everyone to come into a central area of the house for gift giving. I took it upon myself to head to the bathroom area and round up the straggling children. This ended up being and exercise in futility. Not only were there about 50 various toilets, but it seemed every time I managed to convince a handful of children to enter the central area for presents a whole swarm of them would emerge to use the bathroom! It didn't take long before I had to relieve myself, but even with all the toilets in the place I was hard pressed to find one with any kind of privacy. I ran into a cute redheaded guy who offered to help me out a bit with the kid-wrangling and in the process managed to find a bathroom for me. Things were great until an older woman discovered that the privacy curtain curved and helped herself to the toilet next to mine. Then the red-head popped his head in asking if I needed something to read. He proceeded to thrust his hand into the "stall" while holding his backpack; then reached in with his other hand to open the pack! There were single pages of comic books in side. . . for some reason I found myself actually rifling through for something amusing to read! I'm not sure what prompted it, but suddenly he was in my stall and kissing me. I awoke as he was about to reach between my legs.

Dream 01-06-10

I was pregnant. Very pregnant. The weird thing about that was my belly felt . . . stiff around the edges. Anyway, birthing time was near so Aaron, my mom, my dad, Sandy, some guy I don't know and myself piled into the van and went to the birthing place. Not quite a hospital, more like a specialized birth-giving center. The outside was red-brown brick, the inside was darker than I expected. A nurse came by to give us the paperwork and suddenly I really had to pee. My mom stayed to fill out paperwork and Sandy went with me to the bathroom. That was weird. They had normal bathroom stalls, except the toilet was turned sideways so that when I sat on it my nose and belly were practically touching the wall. I guess I could've sat on the toilet sideways . . . but I didn't think about that 'til after I woke up. Anyway, after I relieved myself Sandy and I were trying to make our way back to everyone else, but we got lost. We ended up outside on this bridge. Some kid ('bout 14 years old, yellow-blonde hair) driving a Mini Cooper practically flies over the bridge and crashes on the other side. We look over and it's just a mangled mess. Unfortunately the baby is wanting to come out so we head back towards the building figuring we can get help on the way. All of a sudden this creepy yellow-headed kid comes running out of nowhere and corners me. He's got a long almost lizard tongue and he's licking it over my belly! Sandy grabs a brick and is wailing on the back of his head, but it doesn't do any good. . . . that's when I woke up.

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.