Saturday, April 28, 2012

Dream 04-28-12

Started out dark. It was nighttime and I was chatting with Billy on my laptop. He had his webcam up and was doing sex stuff with his wife. I kept asking him to stop, but he wasn’t paying attention. Like he forgot. Something happened here and we ended up having to move. Dad got us a 4-bedroom trailer, but it was also owned by Mr. Bailey. The guy in the trailer right next to us was a spy for Mr. Bailey so he could get a break on his rent. I tried talking to him and making friends. I don’t remember if that worked out so well.

Things got kind of rushed. I kept trying to fiddle with my laptop, but it was the last day of school and I had tests to take. I wasn’t sure which ones or what I was going to need. A bunch of people were walking around with huge tubes of glue and I didn’t know if I was going to need one of those or not. I think Fernando was there and he helped me out a bit. I remember thinking that I should have all summer to get into college and then remembering I was already 10 years too late.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Dream 03-21-12

A few of us were living here, but it was kind of different. The house was set up differently, not sure how exactly, just that the whole thing felt, different. But it was here. The neighbor across from us came over from time to time and was doing something with the windows. At one point dad and I left. I forget where we were heading, but we ended up in Canada. He was driving. We were mostly on the highway, but then we came to a railroad track. The van in front of us was stopped and dad managed to stop in time, but the guy behind us didn’t. He hit us and then we hit the van; the van rolled up the track and then rolled back and hit us again. We got out and the damage wasn’t that bad, but for some reason we left it there and started walking to find a hotel. I thought it was really cool that we were getting to spend time in Canada, but then I realized we didn’t have any spare clothes or cigarettes or anything.

We passed a run down looking motel. It was made of that corrugated metal and the rooms were really tiny. Beyond that we found another place that seemed alright. The furniture was made of rolled up paper, though, and when dad went to lay on the bed it fell out from under him. Apparently the place hadn’t been kept up properly. We stayed anyway and spent some time talking to the other people who were there. I tried to text somebody but then this guy came up and started talking to me. He was from England and had a really thick accent and talked really fast and I couldn’t quite understand him.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Dream 03-08-12

I was on a road trip and I think I ended up in Alaska. I think Aaron may have been traveling with me, but if so I have no idea what happened to him. The highways were mostly deserted and it was very dark. We pulled up to a hotel, but it was dark as well. I think we had been there before because Aaron said “That part in the back is different; it’s much better this way.” We were about to pull up front and try to get a room, but there was a car already there. We pulled past it and suddenly it turned it’s headlights on and started following us. I wasn’t sure what was going on so I left and headed back on the highway. I was pretty scared. It followed us for a way and then disappeared. I found what I thought was a turn around so I could get back to the hotel, but the road was blocked off. A ranger approached us and said it wasn’t safe. They were trying to track down a wild animal of some kind that was killing people; they weren’t sure what it was. While he was talking I kept catching glimpses of a giant shadow and I told him I thought I had seen Sasquatch. I’m not sure he was listening. Finally he gave me directions how to turn around, but I kept seeing the large shadowy figure.

I don’t know how it happened, but suddenly it was daylight, Aaron was gone and I was walking down a path in the woods. The ranger was there and still concerned for my safety. He, however, was the one who ran into some trouble. I ran to catch up with him and he was on the ground, badly hurt. I picked him up and carried him back to the main road. I’m not sure how I remembered how to get there, but thankfully I did and there was already help waiting for us.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Dream 03-04-12

We were living here. One night Aaron and I came home and there were two baby hedgehog-bunnies in the yard. (I’m not sure if they were really either, or if they kept morphing between the two) They were so adorable and I wanted to feed them, but we didn’t have much. I tried feeding them some pieces of long grass and flowers, but they didn’t want that. On the far side of the yard I noticed some tomatoes growing in the tree. I pulled the branch down and found a nice, juicy red one. I sat and cut it up into little pieces. By the time I got back around the babies were making their escape. That made me kind of sad and I really hoped they would come back.

After that I somehow ended up in the middle of a Food Network cake decorating competition thing. This guy and I had to decorate this little cake exactly like it showed on the picture. He was really into it, but I hate those competition shows so I just sat there and ate my cake. It was pretty good at first, just licking the frosting; but the insides tasted kind of hollow.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Dream 03-03-12

I was in a school. It was very dark, and I’m not sure why. There was no light coming in the windows and most all of the inside lights were off, too. There were only a few black and red lights scattered around where a few people were working. Most of the classrooms were quiet even though there were classes going on. Our class was watching a movie, I think. I left and was walking down a hall. I passed a little corner area where one lady was in a cubicle bent over some project. Outside of her cubicle was different displays with makeup. I walked quickly past and grabbed one of the nail polishes. I didn’t even look at what it was. Around the corner I ran into a teacher I knew. We started talking and walking back towards my classroom. Then while we were going upstairs the polish I grabbed clinked against a bottle I already had in there. She demanded to see what I had, so I pulled out the bottle I had bought earlier. I told her where I got it and that the receipt was in my purse, but that my purse was in the classroom. She said she would have to see it. I made a detour to a bathroom to try and hide the pilfered polish.

There were two doors to the bathroom and, of course, I went in the wrong one. I ended up in a relaxation spa area and had to cut through to find a proper stall. Even these were dinky and not very private, though. I sat for a while trying to wait until I thought no one was looking at me. When I emptied my pockets I realized I somehow had 4 bottles! The toilet paper dispenser had money in it and I jammed one of the bottles in there. There was one I really wanted to keep and while I was looking at it trying to figure out what I was going to do with it some scary girl came up and said I was in her stall. She reached over the door and grabbed the money and grumbled while going into the stall next to mine. She kept threatening me. I think I grabbed a push-pin and tried to jam it into her chest before making a break for it.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Dream 02-25-12

Elvis was back again, and the same as he was towards the end. Very weak and needing constant looking after. And he wouldn’t sleep. Every time Aaron and I moved more than five feet away from him he’d try to move around so we had to go back and help him. It was very exhausting for a dream. I tried to explain to Aaron that this wasn’t right. We had Elvis’ ashes, but he wouldn’t listen. Wouldn’t even let me get the words out because he was just so happy to have him back.



I think I was at a school. I tried to go into a bathroom, but it was the boy’s bathroom, so I backtracked a bit and found the girl’s room. For some reason, though, they were connected by a door so there were boys cutting through the girls’ room. I had to beat up a giant bully. There was an Asian girl who was really cute and she kept writing things on a portable dry erase board and then wiping them off. I tried to use the bathroom, but ended up in a shower stall. I was going to take a shower since I was already in there, but also the water was already on. I got angry because my clothes were getting wet and my suede shoes were getting ruined.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Dream 02-21-12

I lived in a scientific base. I was young. At least quite a bit younger than my mentor/teacher and she didn’t appear that old either. I’m not sure what the experiment was, or where it went wrong, but we were finally finished with it and had high hopes for it’s outcome. She was showing me some last minute things (knobs, dials, food stores) and then wanted me to kill her with a little revolver so I could carry out the “mission” unhindered. After she ordered the main gate (it was solid steel) closed and locked, I shot her. I don’t know what I did with her body. I really didn’t have time to worry about much. I walked to the front window and the gate wasn’t closed. There were two men in army dress firing at people who were trying to get in. They were all blue, infected by something. There were also a handful of people in the facility with me and I feared they were also infected. They didn’t think they were, but we had to destroy all of the food stores because something had obviously gone very wrong. After being unable to figure out how to re-close the gate and no longer being able to fend off the blue people invading the main structure of the facility; I sat down on the floor, put the revolver to my forehead and fired. I think things may have gone black for only a second. I was still alive, but had trouble focusing. When I could almost clearly see, I saw my mentor standing above me. My brains were kind of scrambled, so I don’t recall everything she told me, but I wasn’t dead and neither was she. She was smiling. The caliber gun she gave me was small so I only had a little brain and nerve damage. My left leg was tingling fiercely and I had a hard time standing back up. I think I wanted to go home.