I was coming out of a store or something with Aaron and we were walking to my car. It was a smart car and Aaron kept saying how much he hated it and wishes I’d gotten something else. I told him it wasn’t that bad, but when we got in it really was that bad. I dropped him off at school, but then I had to go home because I forgot something. I ended up at the house on Carrollton. There was almost no furniture, but plenty of people and animals. Icarus and Saleen were by the open back door and I managed to get them both inside. Then I tried to figure out how Saleen kept getting out and noticed the garage door was partway open. As I walked to it it started lifting further and Saleen got out again. I turned and saw Sandra walking away and started YELLING at her, but she just ignored me and then AJ was thanking me for welcoming her girlfriend?! I noticed something by the microwave (not sure what) and decided to take a long road trip to visit some friends in college.
At this point the dream took over in a weird narrative where some voice was talking about my “journey” and different road signs flashed in and out of view.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Dream 10-22-11
I don't remember the full dream, maybe due in part to my waking up with half my body numb. I do remember some things, though. Like being in some kind of store with Aaron, Hayley and one or two other people. I don't know what happened exactly, but suddenly Aaron turned around and he's... not himself. He started attacking. I was trying to protect Hayley without hurting Aaron so I hid her in a rack of clothes and flew up toward the ceiling. Instead of shooting fireballs like I normally do against an attacker I started shooting these pink bubbles out of my hands. They were filled with some kind of sleeping gas, but it wasn't very powerful and only slightly slowed him down. Also, bubbles are very hard to aim. I flew up through a hole in the roof and sat up there for a bit to sort of catch up with myself. The bubbles are new. I looked off the roof and Fatass and Dipshit were on the ground, but they were like ogres. Ogres wielding those plasma guns from Doom. They started to shoot at me and luckily I was able to dodge fairly well because I was still shooting out those pink gas-filled bubbles and missing horribly. They kept chasing me around the building (I don't know why I jumped off in the first place) and back inside and I tried to fly back up through that hole and barely made it. I could tell this wasn't going well at all and woke myself up. Which is when I discovered my numbness. The odd part about that is the side that was numb isn't even the side I was laying on when I woke up.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Dream 10-11-11
It was late and raining and I was out with a friend. We ended up at some thrift store on a strip looking at shoes. I found a cute pair of high-heeled Hello Kitty rain boots. I don’t remember if I got them. There were also some metallic socks I wanted. Outside there was a giant creature crying. My friend and I got in a car with two other people to help it. Instead we ended up in some kind of tomb maze where I went around collecting giant rhinestones.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Dream 10-06-11
Aaron and I were at the lake. It was low like it is currently, but we were out in it anyway. It was daylight out so there wasn't that scary "it's so dark I can't see anything!" feeling. I was waist-neck deep in the water and Aaron, standing right next to me, was only ankle deep. He started moving toward the shore so I started "swimming" towards him. The water wasn't very deep at all so it was more of an awkward mud-skipping dance. He was standing on the shoreline skipping rocks and they were zinging past my head. He wasn't trying to hit me, just happened to be skipping the rocks where I was "swimming". I got to the shore and was sitting in the mud and water when it started to rain. I got scared (lightning!) and noticed he was already walking up the path so I struggled up out of the water, grabbed my stuff and followed as the rain pelted down on me.
We got back "home" and he stayed outside while I went inside. It was dark and the lights inside were very dim. It wasn't a trailer like we're in now, it was smaller, and in an overgrown, dingy kind of trailer park. My mom was outside, my dad was at work, I think my sister was around and there was a guy inside. He didn't say anything, but kept smiling at me. Not in a creepy, lecher kind of way; more like he was genuinely happy to be seeing me. I went in the kitchen to check on dinner. The kitchen floor was of the fake-linoleum-painted-to-look-like-wood variety, but that wasn't the only thing wrong with it. The entire kitchen floor was covered with about three inches of refried beans so my feet were squishing through the floor with every step. I just knew I was going to have to clean that up.
After checking on dinner (which I kind of assume was all over the floor, but I'm not sure) I went back down the hall and that guy was sitting on the (not bean covered) floor. I was talking to him (one-sided conversation, he didn't say anything, remember?) and for some reason I started climbing up the door. I was halfway up the door, my top half around talking to him, my back half behind the door, clinging horizontally. I was halfway up the door (yes, I said that already) when my mom called me out. So I dropped down and went outside to see what she wanted. I caught a bit of "we're going to have to figure out how to get that $50 back" by the time I got to her. She was looking at a red truck that we had gotten from Goodwill. Well, my dad had gotten it from Goodwill and I don't know why she was being so nosey poking around it. Regardless, she *was* being nosey and opened up the hood to discover there wasn't an engine in it and that's why she wanted it taken back.
We got back "home" and he stayed outside while I went inside. It was dark and the lights inside were very dim. It wasn't a trailer like we're in now, it was smaller, and in an overgrown, dingy kind of trailer park. My mom was outside, my dad was at work, I think my sister was around and there was a guy inside. He didn't say anything, but kept smiling at me. Not in a creepy, lecher kind of way; more like he was genuinely happy to be seeing me. I went in the kitchen to check on dinner. The kitchen floor was of the fake-linoleum-painted-to-look-like-wood variety, but that wasn't the only thing wrong with it. The entire kitchen floor was covered with about three inches of refried beans so my feet were squishing through the floor with every step. I just knew I was going to have to clean that up.
After checking on dinner (which I kind of assume was all over the floor, but I'm not sure) I went back down the hall and that guy was sitting on the (not bean covered) floor. I was talking to him (one-sided conversation, he didn't say anything, remember?) and for some reason I started climbing up the door. I was halfway up the door, my top half around talking to him, my back half behind the door, clinging horizontally. I was halfway up the door (yes, I said that already) when my mom called me out. So I dropped down and went outside to see what she wanted. I caught a bit of "we're going to have to figure out how to get that $50 back" by the time I got to her. She was looking at a red truck that we had gotten from Goodwill. Well, my dad had gotten it from Goodwill and I don't know why she was being so nosey poking around it. Regardless, she *was* being nosey and opened up the hood to discover there wasn't an engine in it and that's why she wanted it taken back.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Dream 08-24-11
I was a ghost, sort of. And I didn't find this out until midway into the dream. I started out with a companion. I don't know who she was, but she was about my age, though in the dream I was a couple years younger than I am. We were a bit confused about our current situation. We were walking around somewhere and it seemed like people were more or less ignoring us. Not ignoring us in a totally obvious "you're a ghost dumbass" kind of way. Just that they couldn't hear us very well and only seemed to notice us at all if we were right in front of them. Then they would acknowledge us.
We went into a public girl's bathroom and sat in separate stalls organizing our stuff (we were carrying a lot of belongings with us) discussing theories on what was going on. Neither of us had a clue. I noticed a strange word written with a strange definition on the stall wall. I opened up a notebook I had and wrote it down. It was sort of like this:
Yis/tir/ly
xxxxx xxxx xxxx xxxxx
xxxx xxxxx xxxxxx
I remember the word, but not the "definition" which was a scramble of seemingly random words. A guy came into the bathroom and sat against the wall across from our stalls so that he could see and talk to the both of us. He asked us if we had figured it out yet and we said "Figured what out?" Then he explained the ghost situation and that there were a few of us wandering around. We could interact with each other quite easily (which is not always a good thing), but it was more difficult (though not impossible, as I mentioned) to interact with the living. It became easier if you had the "Power Words". Like what I had written down. He had a whole composition book nearly full of words written down just like mine, in the same broken branched defined way.
I was about to ask him if we could look at his notebook when a group of five or so guys came bursting into the bathroom. They were big and . . . . pushy. Not really mean, but definitely forceful. They wanted us to come with them. I was a little afraid, but my companion(s) were very frightened. I grabbed as much as I could before being ushered out of the bathroom. I had a big purse and grabbed some pictures and my notebook along with a couple other random bits from my stash. We got a little split apart from each other on the walk to wherever we were going. I tried to get a look around and noticed a few things, but the only one that sticks out now is that there were a lot more people around. Living and ghostly alike. I was having an easier time distinguishing the ghost people because they were the only ones who were watching what was going on. There were some on stairs, one on the roof, one in a tree and several walking about.
We ended up in what could have been a library. I don't know what happened to the guy or the girl. It was just me and I was sat on a table surrounded by the guys. Again, I can't really say they were mean, but they weren't happy either and I got the distinct impression they were going to "rape" me. Why the quotes? There was going to be sex, of that there was no question, but they didn't want to force me or be mean about it. For some reason I'm not sure of it would be preferable for all of us if it was consensual. They didn't even imply that my friends would be in danger if I didn't consent, but I did.
Well. . . at first I did. The "leader" type was the first to step up. Yes, on the table in front of everyone. I don't understand why because his penis was very small and very unsatisfying (even for dream sex which isn't usually that exciting for me in the first place). I said that it wasn't satisfying and I wanted more. Looking around the whole lot of them were cursed with ridiculously small penises except for one who was humongous. I let him crawl on top of me and that was much better. By dream standards. By the time he had finished the rest of his gang had shuffled off to a corner to wait for him. He thanked me, kissed me and walked off. I woke up as I was looking around (not the least bit disheveled from my previous activities) wondering where to start looking for my missing friends.
We went into a public girl's bathroom and sat in separate stalls organizing our stuff (we were carrying a lot of belongings with us) discussing theories on what was going on. Neither of us had a clue. I noticed a strange word written with a strange definition on the stall wall. I opened up a notebook I had and wrote it down. It was sort of like this:
Yis/tir/ly
xxxxx xxxx xxxx xxxxx
xxxx xxxxx xxxxxx
I remember the word, but not the "definition" which was a scramble of seemingly random words. A guy came into the bathroom and sat against the wall across from our stalls so that he could see and talk to the both of us. He asked us if we had figured it out yet and we said "Figured what out?" Then he explained the ghost situation and that there were a few of us wandering around. We could interact with each other quite easily (which is not always a good thing), but it was more difficult (though not impossible, as I mentioned) to interact with the living. It became easier if you had the "Power Words". Like what I had written down. He had a whole composition book nearly full of words written down just like mine, in the same broken branched defined way.
I was about to ask him if we could look at his notebook when a group of five or so guys came bursting into the bathroom. They were big and . . . . pushy. Not really mean, but definitely forceful. They wanted us to come with them. I was a little afraid, but my companion(s) were very frightened. I grabbed as much as I could before being ushered out of the bathroom. I had a big purse and grabbed some pictures and my notebook along with a couple other random bits from my stash. We got a little split apart from each other on the walk to wherever we were going. I tried to get a look around and noticed a few things, but the only one that sticks out now is that there were a lot more people around. Living and ghostly alike. I was having an easier time distinguishing the ghost people because they were the only ones who were watching what was going on. There were some on stairs, one on the roof, one in a tree and several walking about.
We ended up in what could have been a library. I don't know what happened to the guy or the girl. It was just me and I was sat on a table surrounded by the guys. Again, I can't really say they were mean, but they weren't happy either and I got the distinct impression they were going to "rape" me. Why the quotes? There was going to be sex, of that there was no question, but they didn't want to force me or be mean about it. For some reason I'm not sure of it would be preferable for all of us if it was consensual. They didn't even imply that my friends would be in danger if I didn't consent, but I did.
Well. . . at first I did. The "leader" type was the first to step up. Yes, on the table in front of everyone. I don't understand why because his penis was very small and very unsatisfying (even for dream sex which isn't usually that exciting for me in the first place). I said that it wasn't satisfying and I wanted more. Looking around the whole lot of them were cursed with ridiculously small penises except for one who was humongous. I let him crawl on top of me and that was much better. By dream standards. By the time he had finished the rest of his gang had shuffled off to a corner to wait for him. He thanked me, kissed me and walked off. I woke up as I was looking around (not the least bit disheveled from my previous activities) wondering where to start looking for my missing friends.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Dream 08-02-11
The first was kind of short. I was driving down this long winding road to get to a parking lot so I could do a little shopping. I passed a small wreck or something on the way. I can imagine why. As it was I was driving a little too fast down the road and was bumping and flying (figuratively) all over the place. I didn't end up making it to the parking lot for some reason and just ended up back "home". I had a big room and everything (walls, floor, furniture, etc) was a warm, brown color. I decided to clean up a bit because there was a mess. As I was rolling up something on the floor I found a teeny little turtle and a handful of small, colorful frogs underneath! I vaguely remembered a medium (about a foot across) turtle on the bed and thought maybe it had babies. I got a little box and collected up the baby turtle and frogs. My mom came in and started moving the bed and underneath there was another medium turtle sitting on the back of a big (about 2.5 feet across) turtle! I got scared. More so when I looked closely at the faces. No sooner did I say "those are snapping turtles!" than one snapped at Jet. I could hear the snap and it was loud. The sound of it partially woke me up (it really scared me), but Jet had been flung a couple feet back and was laying on her back with her tongue hanging out. I ran over to check on her and there was no blood and she was still breathing. I asked her if she was ok and she said, "Yeah, I think so." and then I woke up.
The second one took place at this water park I've been to in dreams before. It's not like a normal water park. There's an island in the middle of a lake that flows like a river and the lake/river is the water park. Everything to do is in there. I had built up a 4-trailer mobile-home "hotel" in the center and was heading towards one of the boats to relax when I noticed a baby (my baby? I'm not sure) on a platform down by the water. It was too far to jump to so I jumped in the water and swam over to the baby and grabbed it. I thought maybe I could stand on the platform and toss the baby to someone on the boat, but then everything shifted. Physically. I ended up in the water hanging on to both the baby and one of those water ski rope handle thingies. Whatever I was attached to was going fast and the driver was sure to hit every ramp and game out there. Finally we stopped and I got myself and the baby up onto the land. There was a bit of weirdness involving a blonde girl and some drugs . . . I think she slipped me something. I gave the baby to somebody. . . My mom was there and I put cream on some sores she had developed. Three of them. They weren't bad, just needed cream. I don't know what she did, but (as the person in charge, I guess) I ended up beating the blonde girl (lady . . . mid 20s or so) with one of those foam therapy bats. I remember thinking it wasn't doing any good because I don't have a lot of fighting strength in dreams and wishing I had a proper bat. Not because I was mad at her, but so she'd learn. I showed off the trailer-hotel to a rednecky couple and they were all impressed.
The second one took place at this water park I've been to in dreams before. It's not like a normal water park. There's an island in the middle of a lake that flows like a river and the lake/river is the water park. Everything to do is in there. I had built up a 4-trailer mobile-home "hotel" in the center and was heading towards one of the boats to relax when I noticed a baby (my baby? I'm not sure) on a platform down by the water. It was too far to jump to so I jumped in the water and swam over to the baby and grabbed it. I thought maybe I could stand on the platform and toss the baby to someone on the boat, but then everything shifted. Physically. I ended up in the water hanging on to both the baby and one of those water ski rope handle thingies. Whatever I was attached to was going fast and the driver was sure to hit every ramp and game out there. Finally we stopped and I got myself and the baby up onto the land. There was a bit of weirdness involving a blonde girl and some drugs . . . I think she slipped me something. I gave the baby to somebody. . . My mom was there and I put cream on some sores she had developed. Three of them. They weren't bad, just needed cream. I don't know what she did, but (as the person in charge, I guess) I ended up beating the blonde girl (lady . . . mid 20s or so) with one of those foam therapy bats. I remember thinking it wasn't doing any good because I don't have a lot of fighting strength in dreams and wishing I had a proper bat. Not because I was mad at her, but so she'd learn. I showed off the trailer-hotel to a rednecky couple and they were all impressed.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Dream 07-20-11
The dream started out with us moving into a house. All of us. Aaron, my parents and myself. I think my sister may have also been there, but even with us it seemed like the house had too many rooms. It seemed to switch quickly between day and night. Either that or a lot of the windows had really dark blinds. I had a vague awareness that the house was two floors, plus a basement even though I only spent time on the top floor. I also had a vague awareness of my mom telling me at some point in the past that we were moving into this house, and that it was unusual because a girl had disappeared from the house and we were somehow loosely connected to her or the family. She had bought the house because it was only $12,000.
There was a lot of stuff left in the house. Furniture, clothes, toys. I ended up picking the room the girl had stayed in. This ended up being somewhat of a mistake, I thought, because I couldn't find a closet. There were two beds, but no closet. It was very dark, though, so I tried to turn on the light and the switch was loose. It kept dropping down. Even when I held it full up, though, the light would not come on. I could see the darkened shape of a ceiling fan, so I climbed on the bed in the middle of the room and started pulling chains. Nothing happened. Except that a longer chain that was sort of settled up on one of the fan blades fell on my head.
I went to the window and it was indeed blinded. I pulled away the blinds and each of the two windows had fans in them. I pulled one fan away and it collapsed on itself. There was a tree *right* outside of the window and it had a wooden . . . . floor? Like someone was going to build a tree house, but never got around to it. I thought maybe I could climb out onto it, but when I stuck my head out of the window I saw Sandra and a cat in the window of the room next to mine. I also noticed "the dogs" in the yard. One was Elvis, one was Scruffy. There was another dog on the other side of the fence antagonizing them. Elvis just stood there staring at me, but Scruffy kept backing up and throwing himself at the fence trying to get at the other dog. The light outside went quickly from night back to day.
With the blinds open I could see that there was a closet. A pretty big one in fact. It was filled mostly with cobwebs and toys, but there were some clothes hung up. One piece that caught my attention was an old (looking) "southern belle" type of dress. I took it down and started looking for someone to show it to. The house, at least this floor, was set up very strangely. The room across from mine was another bedroom and it had three small beds. Next to that was what looked like a dining room. My dad and a detective were in there. The detective was sitting in a chair, my dad was half curled in his like he was trying to sleep. The detective looked at the dress, looked at me, then said "This chair smells funny" and had me lean over to smell it. Just as I tried the dog (a medium-sized grey pitbull) from the other side of the fence came barging in from what looked like a kitchen. He was growling and tried to bite me! Apparently this dog was also left over by the previous family and came with the house. It did not like me. I grabbed it by it's neck and drag-pushed it through the door and closed it; only to have it return through another door! This happened two more times before I noticed there were six doors in all that led into this room and got all of them closed. I looked at the detective and said, "I don't know why big dogs don't like me" and my dad rolled over and said "It's because you're a liar." WTF?
After that I ended up in a different house. It was much nicer and had a very fancy kitchen. For some reason I was helping Piers Morgan "fix" a Big Mac. He had the Big Mac, but there was something wrong with it and he was trying to heat it up on one of the fancy burners, but it came apart. I ended up making him two burger piles and somehow ended up with melted cheese all over the floor. I was trying to mop up the cheese when I caught my reflection in the patio door and realized I'd gotten quite fat again. I was about to start crying when my dad got a call on his phone from *somebody* saying they needed a key and I had to go to the "something Armory". I forget what the first word was. I knew the person and knew the place, so I went off in search of the key but never quite made it down the street.
There was a lot of stuff left in the house. Furniture, clothes, toys. I ended up picking the room the girl had stayed in. This ended up being somewhat of a mistake, I thought, because I couldn't find a closet. There were two beds, but no closet. It was very dark, though, so I tried to turn on the light and the switch was loose. It kept dropping down. Even when I held it full up, though, the light would not come on. I could see the darkened shape of a ceiling fan, so I climbed on the bed in the middle of the room and started pulling chains. Nothing happened. Except that a longer chain that was sort of settled up on one of the fan blades fell on my head.
I went to the window and it was indeed blinded. I pulled away the blinds and each of the two windows had fans in them. I pulled one fan away and it collapsed on itself. There was a tree *right* outside of the window and it had a wooden . . . . floor? Like someone was going to build a tree house, but never got around to it. I thought maybe I could climb out onto it, but when I stuck my head out of the window I saw Sandra and a cat in the window of the room next to mine. I also noticed "the dogs" in the yard. One was Elvis, one was Scruffy. There was another dog on the other side of the fence antagonizing them. Elvis just stood there staring at me, but Scruffy kept backing up and throwing himself at the fence trying to get at the other dog. The light outside went quickly from night back to day.
With the blinds open I could see that there was a closet. A pretty big one in fact. It was filled mostly with cobwebs and toys, but there were some clothes hung up. One piece that caught my attention was an old (looking) "southern belle" type of dress. I took it down and started looking for someone to show it to. The house, at least this floor, was set up very strangely. The room across from mine was another bedroom and it had three small beds. Next to that was what looked like a dining room. My dad and a detective were in there. The detective was sitting in a chair, my dad was half curled in his like he was trying to sleep. The detective looked at the dress, looked at me, then said "This chair smells funny" and had me lean over to smell it. Just as I tried the dog (a medium-sized grey pitbull) from the other side of the fence came barging in from what looked like a kitchen. He was growling and tried to bite me! Apparently this dog was also left over by the previous family and came with the house. It did not like me. I grabbed it by it's neck and drag-pushed it through the door and closed it; only to have it return through another door! This happened two more times before I noticed there were six doors in all that led into this room and got all of them closed. I looked at the detective and said, "I don't know why big dogs don't like me" and my dad rolled over and said "It's because you're a liar." WTF?
After that I ended up in a different house. It was much nicer and had a very fancy kitchen. For some reason I was helping Piers Morgan "fix" a Big Mac. He had the Big Mac, but there was something wrong with it and he was trying to heat it up on one of the fancy burners, but it came apart. I ended up making him two burger piles and somehow ended up with melted cheese all over the floor. I was trying to mop up the cheese when I caught my reflection in the patio door and realized I'd gotten quite fat again. I was about to start crying when my dad got a call on his phone from *somebody* saying they needed a key and I had to go to the "something Armory". I forget what the first word was. I knew the person and knew the place, so I went off in search of the key but never quite made it down the street.
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