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.

Dream 07-20-08

I had the weirdest thing happen. I went outside to rest my head and warm my bones for a bit. It was about 2pm. Hottest time of the day I tells ya! I ended up falling asleep on the swing for 2 hours! That's not the weird part. I had a dream. I dreamt I was sleeping on the swing and someone was planting a flower garden next to my head. Then my sister came and woke me up to show me something. But that was just a dream, because Aaron woke me up. Scolding me for falling asleep in the heat even though he told me not to (which he has). I told him that Sandra just woke me up and I had no reason to believe that being woken up was a dream, so I assumed it was true. But, all of that was a dream too! So . . . I woke up very sweaty and very confused. I don't know what actually woke me up.

Dream 04-26-08

It's been a long while since I've had a 'waking' dream. This one really kind of bothered me. I'm not sure where it started. There were a lot of elements that sort of overlapped. I was going to school, but never actually went. My dad (who was the guy who played Tony Soprano) and I lived in a house that wasn't a house, but a big garage. Autumn (Aaron's sister) was there, but she was my Aunt. And there was another character, some kind of wizardish counselor. He reminded me of someone, but I can't remember who.

I think one of the first things (apart from not going to school) was some sense of danger. Which was followed by my "dad" going to open the door (a proper door on the side of the garage). He knew he was about to be blown up and he had time to say something. I think it was "Oh, ain't this somethin'?" or something to that effect. I saw the start of the explosion and screemed before turning around and covering myself.

Shortly after (very shortly) some men in black suits (think M.I.B) showed up. They came through the garage door (not the proper door) and started bombarding me with questions that I couldn't or wouldn't answer. As I was avoiding them I noticed that a stack of boxes got pushed so hard that it bowed out the wall of the garage a good foot and a half. This disturbed me, because I didn't know if we (me & "dad") did that trying to make room, or if it was from the explosion.

They left and Autumn showed up with the kids. The kids fell asleep so we watched a movie. I don't know what it was. We had maybe 10 minutes left of it and the kids woke up, so she turned it off. Then . . . .

I don't know. I'm not sure if I went to him, or he came to me, if we were in the garage or some kind of lab, but that's when I started talking with the counselor guy. I'm not sure if I trusted him, if I had talked to him before, who's side he was on, or what I was "supposed" to be talking to him about. I think this is when I noticed the backpack next to me. He said something about memories being hidden in our bodies. Then he laid down three pieces of paper in a triangle form in front of me. They were the same picture. It was a deep purple, kind of shaped like the outline of a lime or lemon. He moistened his thumb and pressed it onto the top picture then pressed it (his thumb) onto my forehead. I felt some kind of pain/spasm in my lower back. He was saying something . . . something about the "most important" -something. The only thing that came to mind was 283. I said "283" and asked him if that was right. He said it was, but I wasn't sure if it was or if I just made it up.

And that was all. I woke up after that.

Dream 07-06-07

I was out in a sparse wood. I’m not sure if I was fully aware that I was trespassing until I saw the surveillance camera. There was a guy with me. We tried to run and came across a huge door, it was hung askew on nothing. It had to be at least 100ft tall, swinging widely back and forth. We managed to duck beneath it, but on the other side ran into some men in white coats. I was tranquilized and dragged to a room. I “came to” almost immediately and started to plan my escape.

Dream 06-26-07

I was in a place that was near some kind of carnival. I wanted to ride the rollercoaster. The line was very long. Sandy and I decided to put our wallets and such in a locker so we didn’t lose them. They were the kind where you put in tokens and get the key when you lock it. I put something else in. I don’t’ know what it was, but it was wrapped in paper or cloth.

We were on our way back to the rides when I ran into Eva. I talked to her, followed her around on her errands for quite a while. Never did get to go on any rides.

Dream 06-17-07

I was a double agent. I got into a scuffle getting between two people on the street. I’m pretty sure I was in New York (or some other big city) and it was snowing. I went undercover dressed as a homeless to give my report. I scaled the outside of the skyscraper and inside I changed into an elegant evening gown. I got down to the lobby and the guy I was supposed to report to was walking away. I was confused and upset, so I walked around a bit. I ran into a pretty good-looking guy in front of the ballroom. I convinced him to dance with me. It was divine. The guy I was to report to walked in on our dance and was furious. We fought and I left.

I ran across the street and climbed to the top of another skyscraper. My new dance partner followed and we danced on top of the building.



I started out here. There was an inch or so of water on the floor. I easily found the broken pipe and fixed it. After that I went to work at “City Hall”. There were a bunch of people quarantined. I ran around the library singing “Walk Like An Egyptian.” I was having problems trying to leave, so I just quit and walked off.