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Well, i thought if anyone had anything specific to say about dreams, dreams they had, dreams they heard about, what dreams mean, etc. post it here.
last night i had a small but significant dream involving the bbs. i dreamt that i logged on and there was somebody new on here, but their name was like Dave2002Matthews, or something. which is really lame. and then i remember thinking in the dream 'well, there goes the coolness of the bbs.' because well, dave matthews sucks.
i had no idea that www.dreams.net linked to anything real, let alone dream-related in anyway.
Last night I dreamt I was Aragorn. Actually, not that I was, but that somehow I was playing him, like in theatre. But it wasn't a play cause the orks were real. And there was a whole stadium full of them. And we were on the outside by six large doors. And any moment they were going to come out and kick our ass, after their pep rally; I could hear them cheering. Anyways, we were all there, my friends, George's kids, etc and I was wearing this kickass suit of armor and I was going through this box of swords that were in the corner, saying to myself "Now which of these would Aragorn use???" cause I was supposed to be Aragorn, of course. The shitty thing was all the swords were stage props, the edges being obviously dull, dull doesn't describe it. The edges were all rounded. And I thought to myself, "Shit! We're going to get are asses kicked!" I mean hey I'm the only one standing around in a suit of armor, I can't f*cking find a descent sword, that stadium's full of orcs, and all my friends seem to think this is some kinda joke!" Then Jody Foster appeared as Arwen and I really can't tell you the rest.
doesn't work for me, but im glad you had a good night's sleep. or maybe not...
Jody Foster was not obviouly Arwen, and wouldn't be my pick for the role anyway. It was an inference on my part; given that Jody Foster almost always appears as the love interest in my dreams and I was busy being Aragorn. Naturally, I just assumed she was Arwen!
i mean, she doesn't strike me as ARWEN. so i figured since it was a dream, you were more interested in, well, you know...
...all nine Nazgul appeared in the form of an ex-girlfriend?
did you wake up sweating and crying?
Just another inference on my part.
sounds to me that captain was Madmartigan in his dream, not Aragorn.
so, was your dream kinda like this only seats/stands intead of mountins.
and if you blur your eyes this almost looks like jodi and william is that what your dream was?
Regardless of who she was, at least she was Jodi and not Liv.
i woke up today from a dream that i was playing a show with...well i'm not sure if it was supposed to be redvinegar, xy003, atwitter, or what? i was playing guitar, dave oliver was playing bass and singing, erik anderson was playing drums and it was his first show, and i'm not sure who else was in the band but there were alot more people. i just could see them all in my dream. we were playing some north park battle of the bands that apparently we had won 6 times in a row? so, i guess we were 6th year seniors? anyways the coolest part about it was that we were doing cool covers of sunny day real estate stuuf from the pink album. with dave oliver on vocals. he sounded allot like jeremy enigk in my dream, must be the shaved head thing. the funny part was that it was anderson's first show and he didn't know the songs so he was just hitting the high hat allot with his left hand as he was trying to find where we were in the song in the covenant hymnal, with his right hand. while he was trying to so two girls, i think it was gale and michelle, how to play cause they were going to fill in for him at the next show.
so, in the end sunny day real estate is in the covenant hymnal, dave oliver sounds like jeremy enigk, and erik anderson can read teach and play drums all at the same time.
So I dreamt that I was at this camp -- it was really cool; this big camp built on a hillside next to a lake... with cabins and a big mess hall, and lots of trees and stuff -- the hillside wasn't grassy at all, but instead had big trees and ridges and stuff, and kind of a campfire area in a big stand of about 10 or so very big and tall white pines. The kids were always running around setting off big fireworks -- the kind you shoot out of a big cardboard tube -- the really good ones, and so it was kind of like being in a war zone.Anyway, it was the last night, and there was this big game of capture the flag (replete with scorched earth from the fireworks, which were now being shot at each other), and emmylou harris was there. I'm not quite sure why. But she was down by the campfire area and I was talking to her. But suddenly it became clear that something was wrong with her and that she was really sick. Basically her legs and lower torso just kind of fell off her body, and so she just kind of had weird, hangy flesh bits just above her hips and her legs were on the ground. But she was still conscious and didn't appear to be in any pain.
I spent a long time talking to her, just mostly about life and music and stuff, while the kids kept playing the game. She was somehow hanging by her arms in a tree about 5-6 feet off the ground, with her torso dangling below. And fireworks and kids yelling running around. Somehow she ended up putting on a funny hat or something and being some part of the game, like a judge or a flag guard or something. (Judge? I don't know.)
Anyway, I think I built a fire there to help keep her warm, and the next morning I was going to leave. My dad was there, and my little sister, in dad's truck, and he was going to take us out to lunch or something. He had brought some salad in a big tupperware container. But then I realized that I had told Emmylou that I would come back and say goodbye before I left. My dad was kind of annoyed that I was leaving and not going out to lunch, but I had made a promise, so I had to go do it.
So I went down to the grove and she was there, but was laying on the ground this time, like on a blanket or something, and someone had used shrinkwrap (like heavy duty saran wrap) to put her body back together again, by wrapping her legs and then wrapping her torso to put the legs where they belonged.At least, that's what I surmised had happened -- she had clothes on. But I could just see the shrink wrap coming out from under her jeans. It was really kind of gross. And emmylou was obviously fading really fast.
And so she and I talked for a little while longer, and she asked me a bunch of questions about my life, and music, and what I was doing with it. And that was the end.
I think the whole strange death aspect of the dream is because someone from North Park (Ingrid Tenglin's assistant) that I've known for a while and had a good relationship with, is in the hospital right now because of cancer, and she's been unresponsive for several days, and it's just really sad. She's not young young, but she's not old, either. I just know that it's kind of been on my mind; the whole aspect of having to truly say goodbye to someone. Or say goodbye "for now" or however you look at it. Anyway. That is a really weird dream, and it sounds a lot more morbid than it was in the dream. It wasn't bloody at all.
i usually don't remember too many dreams. but every once in a while i do, and they're pretty weird ones sometimes.
last night, or actually this morning in the hour of hitting snooze every 9 minutes, i had a dream where my grandmother died. and i woke up weeping, and my pillow was soaked with tears (presumably). that happened in that hour. i wonder what it means.
Try to get a hold of Grandma!
didn't tell her about the dream, of course. but, she's fine, and that was enough for me.
I had a dream last night that in addition to my cats, I had quite an extensive collection of fish that I was feeding. And, then, to my surprise, I discovered that I had an otter living in one of my fish tanks that I had to feed also. But, I knew it wouldn't like fish food. So, I told the otter that I would bring it back some fruit or something. But, I guess it didn't trust me to pick out the right stuff cause it grabbed one of my cats (amazingly long reach it had) and threw it in the fish tank (presumably to keep it warm?) and jumped around my neck like a two year old who wants a piggy back ride and won't let go. So, with the otter draped around me, I walked to the pantry and opened it only to find that there were only canned goods in there. I tried to explained this to the otter, but it started to cry. Then, I woke up.
Was the otter's name "happy"?
I had a dream last night that I was going to halloween as a marlboro cigarette pack. I think I cut my hair in a weird pointy way (like the red part of the pack) and painted my face white, and printed marlboro on it.
I had a dream I was at the Larson's cabin in canada. We were sitting on the dock dangling our legs in the water drinking a pig's eye. I didn't want to wake up.
I wouldn't want to either.Janelle keeps having dreams that her new niece, whom she has not seen yet, is a furry bat complete with leathery wings and fangs. She always tries to ask if it's going to loose the fur, but ends up being afraid she'll offend her sister. I say we better go visit the little rat before janelle starts losing too much sleep.
see my latest diary entry... thats funny, i didnt know this was already a menu item.
i had a dream last nite that carlson tower came crashing down. i watched it.there were no hijacked planes, no terrorists with explosives in their backpacks, no weapons of mass destruction from rouge nations... it just fell.
it made half of my apartment get crushed too. it was interesting because it looked more like a scene after a huuricane or a tornado than a crushed bulding.
the other interesing part was that in my dream was that the event made every news station in the world, but there were no resue crews or anything. the rest of the dream had this mad max type of post- apocalyptic vibe.
i told my roomate i had a dream in which carlson tower fell and he said "it almost did."
last night I had a dream I was eating apple pie. I mean, this was the entire dream. I watched the pie disappear in front of my face. It may have been and entire pie. At one point though, I did look in a mirror and see hives breaking out all over my fave (yuck!). Then my second dream of the night I love those two-fer-one'rs, I had a dream I was insome dancing class, like slow danicng class and this real nerd asked me to dance. Out of pity I obliged...I'm much haughtier (sp?) in my dreams...
So yeah, I had a two-for-one dream last night.THe first one was all sci-fi, and probably is related to the fact (the sci-fi part) that I was working on learning how to do raytraced images last night (that's fancy talk for CGI which is fancy talk for computer-generated graphics) and here are the firstfruits of my labor.
Anyway, the dreams:
The first one was this weird sort of alien contact kind of thing, where I was picked (not sure if I was in the military, or if I was just a civilian guinea pig) to go up to this structure where there were these aliens. Anyway, we climbed these big stairs up to the top, and it was all dank and dark, and then these aliens jumped out, only they were really sort of weird and short monsters -- and they were invisible, only their skin would get pigmented for a moment, and it looked like in was being poured on their head, and as the ink ran down they'd be colored, but the ink wouldn't stick -- it just ran back off.
Anyway, it was clear that this was going to be one of those stories where the guinea pigs met the cute little aliens that were hopping around but were going to be shortly devoured when the aliens couldn't resist their urge to eat us.
So I woke myself up out of that one before any of the eating began, and told myself that I wasn't going to be dreaming about this any more, so I went back to bed.
Shoot. Now I can't remember the second dream.
ANyway, I've been waking up with music in my head for the last month or so -- like, really powerfully IN MY HEAD like when you're really hearing something that's not there. This morning, it was "Bridge Over Troubled Water."
i guet knocked down
You ain't ever gonna keep me down.
so happy together
I had a dream last night that I was walking through a class room where I was subing and these kids had a baggie with two or three ounces of weed... right there, and they were smelling it and pinching it and what not. I grabbed it from them and they got all indignant that I took their weed and couldn't understand why they couldn't play with it in school.Then, today I got to school and there was no weed, but one kid brought a baloon and they were batting it around the class room and wouldn't stop when I told them it was time to sit down and get to work, then they put on innocent little faces and didn't understand why I would write to tell their teacher that they had done that. so far, I am not very impressed with the intelligence of these kids. not quite dumb enough to show the sub several ounces of marijuana, but not much brighter than that.
how sweet it is to be loved by you
Last night.So Jay and Anna and I went to Russia. We were going to adopt a little girl from there, because she needed a home and we were unable to have any more of our own children. Well when we got there, we found out she was really one of twins. She was about 15 months old, same age as Anna, but her twin sister wasn't going to be adopted by us. I asked Jay if he knew she was a twin and he said yes. I said we couldn't separate the twins and he said we can't afford to take both of them so it's either one or nothing, and I felt just immeasurably sad.
that is exremely sad. wow. i had no idea you were going to russia. that's way cool. i so want to hear you say that you took both of them, but i so know that it was impossible to do so. my heart breaks for you, dex. im praying for you, jay, anna, and the twins.
i just click the topics that have new posts in them. sometimes i don't read the topic name. sometimes i ONLY read the new posts, since my memory is pretty good for these things, and i can keep the threads running in my head.
however, my reply above was before i realized that dex posted this as a DREAM. i am glad that it is only a dream, and that you didn't actually have to deal with that situation. i will still pray for you, though.
please forgive this faux pas.
BALEETED
It's okay, I do the same thing. It really WAS sad and I realize it represents my fear of never having a sibling for Anna, so I'll take the warm thoughts in any case *smile.* I really WOULD adopt if I can't have another within another year or so, though Jay'd allow me to take both, he said when I told him about the dream.
that's cool dex. i'd love to meet Anna someday. and her sibling(s).
...again.She's got electric boots, a mohair suit.
You know I read it in a magazeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEne
I had a dream that I was running around in the woods behind my house with alh and her sister, and there were all these cool old shacks that were little cabins out in the woods. It was like they were old mills or something, because the creek meandered around in a directed way past the cabin, and there were water chutes and stuff too. It was really interesting. I had the feeling that my dad came out to the cabins a lot to just get away or read books or whatnot.There was one bed that had a lot of paraphernalia on it, and it turned out to be a lot of stuff that this boy had left at our house. He was a friend of my sister Anna's who came to visit but forgot a ton of stuff on his bed (much like young boys are prone to do). The stuff had been there untouched for several years.
And then there was this thing that must have been a rail for something else, but it ran along the water, and then up in the air and curved around, etc. alh and her sister wanted to run on the rail for fun, but I was too chicken.
I've had dreams with some of these elements in the past, which is always fun.
One of the joys of living with someone is getting to see all of their freaky habits, such as sleeping habits. I know I'm not a joy to settle in next to at night. I snore, and grind my teeth, adn I guess I've begun making this sucking/smacking sound. (do with that what you may). Well 2 nights ago, I woke up, it was prolly about 4 or 5 am. I woke up because my boyfriend's head was shaking...violently, back and forth. I nudged him and asked what he was doing, he stopped mumbled what sounded like nothing, and went on his way to more head shaking. So I sat up and nudged him real hard, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He woke up embarressed, "Darth Vader short circuited me. He ripped my hand of and shoved it in my mouth...I was short circuiting." Yes my dear, of course you were...we fell back asleep. What sucks, I htink, is tha he was having this crazy Star Wars dream and he wasn't even anybody cool, he was friggin' C-3P0...lame.
okay, but imagine how SCARY a dream it was. being luke or han in your dream and having to fight vader wouldnt be anywhere near as scary as being a translator droid up against the ultimate master of evil destruction.
ok.this dream was messed up. i think i was on some sort of a road trip with a theatre group. and we came through a town that looked very north-dakota-ish. but in my dream it was where my parents lived. and so i was visiting them and then my mom and dad gave me a "ride" to some party. and i guess at this party i was supposed to be meeting a bunch of fellow artists. well all the kids at this party in my dream reminded me of really boring, geeky art kids who are no fun at parties. and the house the party was in kept getting bigger and bigger. and there were really boring poetry-reading type of events going on at this party. and i kept trying to find my parents to make sure they had left. so then i stumbled up to one room on the top of this house and kids were dancing and stuff. but in my dream it wasnt cool dancing it was to bad music and the dancing looked more pathetic than the poetry reading stuff. and then i walked into another room where there were disco-lights and more dancing and a bunch of these art geeks were totally having an orgy in the middle of the floor. in my dream i was totally repulsed. it was not sexy-wet-dream type of stuff at all. naked nerds.... <cringe> then all the rooms of the house had orgies and dancing and i kept trying to get the hell out. well i think i ended up passing out (i wasnt drunk in the dream) and i woke up the next morning and found that my parents had spent the nite at the party as well. i was really super embarrasedand tried to assure them that that was not the kind of party i usually go to. bizzare.
pedro, i miss getting updates as to what music accompanies your waking up every morning. that one day i had benny and the jets going through my head alllllllll day.
My sleep schedule has been all whacked and so the last couple of days have been strange sudden "I'm late!" wakeup moments, so I can't remember what songs I woke up to.Sorry!
My Darling Pretty
i had a dream last night that i was checking the diner and pedro had posted a picture of him and his grandpa when pete was real little and it said that he had passed away.
i'm in a very wierd mood because of it now. please pete call your grandpa!
maybe i shouldn't check the diner right before i go to bed.
Because I was thinking just last night about posting a picture of him here.He's in hospice care now, and he's not really himself anymore. Dreaming in and out of consciousness. Apparently he's building and cutting pipes and concerned about the water softener at home. It will probably only be a few days, now. They're going to give him some morphine so that he's not so agitated.
I called and talked to my grandma for a while, and that was good. I have really been blessed with an amazing family.
And I really feel that God's timing is perfect in so many ways. One because my grandpa didn't have to suffer for long; he was healthy right up until the end and he went downhill very quickly. He probably would have rather died in his sleep, but as quickly as possible, I think for him. SO that's a blessing. And the fact that it's happening now is great too, because my sister and I were already planning on coming home, and my aunt Barb had made uncharacteristic plans to come here for thanksgiving several months ago (before all this happened), and that's really good too... as my grandma says, "The Lord is good, he's good all the time."
Phil, when I'm home, I'll look for a picture like that.
my boyfriend and I both had dreams that we got dumped...by one another...does that make sense? In the short version of my dream, my b/f found a tin of cookies with a message that would save the world, so he went off and did that, then he started working at McDonalds' or something along those lines. My sister and I went to this fast food place to confront him. He had to chose between being with me and something else, not sure what that something is at this moment, sorry. So the last part, before I woke up was me saying to my sister, "He can either come with us, or stay here, its really his decision." And then my b/f and I stared at eachtother. Then I was woken up by my boyfreind cursing at me...In his dream I left him for a DJ. From Kentucky...great I'm glad he thinks my standards are so high...So I break up with him in front of ALL of these people, and he ends up hooking up with my sister. Should I be mad? So Anyway we both wake up with a lack of faith in the other, but then after talking about it, I really just feel closer to him. But that may just becasue he wants to bone my sister.
i always thought you were way hotter than your sister. but don't tell her that.
I had the craziest string of dreams last night, I was continent hopping bumping into multiple old friends and cousins who I have lost contact with all of them drastically changed, divorced, crippled, 180 belief switches... There were huge evangelism concerts and massive christmas consumer venues wrapped together, kind of like dawson mcalister meets crate and barrel at in a huge convention center... All I remember is that I was trying to escape some generic bad guys that wanted to steal my plans for reflective sunglasses that would somehow cheaply help people in the third world with dissabilities. But, the kicker came when my foot started to hurt at some point when I was trying to hide from the bad guys who didn't want me to help nobody... I was pushing a buzzer in a swanky latin american appartment complex when my foot started to hurt... I took off my shoe and there was this growth over my sock, kind of like the tunnels made by wasps in south america, mixture of dirt dust and saliva. I tried to break it off my sock and out came the head of a half inch wide tape worm/ centipede... It started crawling around my foot and up my leg. It just kept getting longer and longer until it was three or four feet long and snaking around my whole body... I remember screaming as I saw it dive into the soft flesh of my foot (which, incidentally doesn't exist on my skinny ass body) and I could feel it burrow up my leg and through my torso, until it shot out of the inside of my upper arm, then attacked my eyes. The next thing I knew I was sitting in my brothers living room in Minnesota, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows in the house I grew up in, when all of a sudden there was a one foot gorilla crawling along the out side of the window... then there were a few more down in the yard, and more and more until there were hundreds of midget gorillas romping around in the snow, building some kind of an altar of stone in my brothers back yard... I remember thinking that my brother was enabling a convention of mini-gorillas that were going to take over the world.... then I woke up to another day subing at Ontonagon High School...
I'd lay off the spicy food and sweets right before bed
"Angel Is A Centerfold"... i have no idea why, so don't ask.
First: Reality: I once woke up to someone in this BBS singing to his pillow, in his sleep. I don't remember what the tune was, or the words, but the image will be forever ingrained in my mind.Second: Non-reality: I thought I never remembered my dreams with the exception of a few very strange one's that involved much violence towards me.
Third: Reality: Recently I've realized that I do in fact dream, and do so often. The trouble is that the dream is either an exact replay of something that has already happened, or (this is the good one) something so normal that I take it for reality. I'm fairly certain I dreamt about driving to work last night. Sometimes I wake up a little confused.
Forth: Psudo-reality: Recently I've been having cameos in other people's dream. This happens occasionally. Usually about 4 or 5 people tell me I've been in their dreams lately. Then I stay in my own dreams for a couple months. Then I'm back in other people's dreams. Maybe I'm "Taking the show on the road."
I should sleep more.
sounds like a fun job. i'd like to do that.
smax, that wasn't me when we stayed in the canteen at CP, was it?
No Pedro. It was actually someone I roomed with all summer one year. I'll give you a clue, 99% of the people that see him on the street would never suspect such things.As for my recent dream tour. At least the dreams that people tell me about are getting more normal. I remember Tina told me about a dream where she was cutting off my legs. These days they're a little more bland. I sometimes feel like that Dylan line "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
and cut me clean in two a blue light shinin' on my face she thought she saw me smile eyes aglow and blinkin' all the while -- from Robin Had A Dream by The Choir
So. I was sitting in a cafe with 5 or so friends when a man came up to our table, wearing all black, with a red cloth tied around his upper right arm with a swastika on it. He spoke in harsh, gutteral tones, and yowled something. I noticed an identical man standing at each table - and in DC, places are generally packed. At his command, every man pulled a gun out and shot one person per table in the face, ensuring that the rest of us would cooperate without complaint. My friend Miriam was the one out of the six of us to take the hit, and she fell into her soup. In retrospect, this was probably a blessing for her. We were marched to a camp - these Nazi's were not discriminating based on race or gender, simply they worked for control. They called themselves the Nazi Party and they claimed they were taking over the United States, that they were a group of 20,000 who had worked together to do the same thing in cities all up and down the east coast, and they had already killed 20,000 people - each killed one - to ensure cooperation. Great. So we were marched to this camp, and while they were severely beating a man behind me and their attention was distracted I called Jay and told him to take Anna and get out. I knew I may never see them again - I sent them to his parents house, in the Smoky Mountains, in a place that could be protected if need be with guns. I told him to get out and arm himself before heading up the mountain, and to not ask questions, and I loved him and goodbye. It was hard to say a final goodbye. I knew I'd never be able to call him again. I threw my cell into the gutter so nobody would suspect I had one all along. The howls of the man who was being beaten abruptly ceased as he died. In the camps they stripped and scrubbed us, shaved our heads and our bodies, made us markless that way. They used bleach to clean our skin which burned. Unfortunately, there were 4 secret service men among them. They all thought the country had gone soft with no morals, and they wanted a moral cleansing. These secret service men assassinated the president and vice president, at the same time as the restaraunt takeover happened.Two years of captivity passed, with daily indoctrination as to the correct way to behave, what we were doing wrong, what the Old Thinkers were doing to the country. They were the New Thinkers and their priests, dressed in black, obese, grotesquely obese men, with food spilled down the fronts of their shirts, reeking of garlic, came daily to tell us everything, sometimes along with beatings, sometimes raping the women. If the women got pregnant - they were killed. Nameless folks couldn't have children - not until they were cleansed.
Finally, at the end of two years, I had miraculously not gotten pregnant and not gotten killed for any other offense. I was tiny then - a slim, shadow of the woman I used to be. They took us in groups of five to be judged. Only one out of five would be allowed to live, and I knew I had a chance to see my Anna again if I got saved.
I betrayed the others. I told the men I was a clinical psychologist and I could assist them. I could tell them who was pure. I told them I had seen the light, the error of my ways. They tied a red band around my arm and shot the four people with me. They crowned me the New Psychologist, and I was to evaluate their ranks, to see if there were any defectors to be among them. I did this. Any man who had been cruel to me, who I had witnessed cruelty from, I condemned to death. I condemned 37 men to death in the first week alone... it was as if I had pulled the trigger myself, I felt the blood on my hands that clearly.
Three years passed in this way while I gained their trust. Finally, the spies loosened on me and I was granted vacation leave. I told them I wanted to go hiking in the mountains, to hunt and be feral. They gave me this leave, with the caveat I would return within one week.
I went to the Smokies. I made absolutely sure I was n ot followed - I spent the first night sleeping in a tree, not sleeping, but keeping careful watch for lights. I saw none. I knew where Jay and Anna would have gone to - and I hiked there on foot. Jay's whole family was there, and when they saw me, unfortunately dressed in my black with my red armband, they nearly killed me. He recognized me, and we rejoiced.
Mark, Jay's brother, is a pilot. He has his own plane. Thank God. We escaped in his plane, Jay's brother heading West where the poison had not yet seeped and the people were living without a government. It was feral there, but they couldn't control military planes. We got to Mexico, and were able to catch a commercial flight overseas, where already militaries were mobilizing. As a defector, I planned to turn myself in to assist them in toppling the group, which had grown to over 5 million and was about to March West. But I woke up before I could do that.
Time passed.
of course it probbly isn't as fun when you lose your family, the only differnece is that the president and vice president always head up the "new thinkers" in my dreams, and I escape to canada not west.
did you watch kevin costner's "THE POSTMAN" before going to bed? i was an extra in that, you know.
about half of my dreams feature celebrities. i once got married in julia roberts' red dress from pretty woman: she was my maid of honor. john travolta checked out my ass. sharon stone sent me a huge gift package and we talked on the phone for a few hours. halle berry asked me to be in one of her movies.one time in high school i dreamt that i had found my lost t-83 calculator. i woke up and believed that it was found for two weeks until i needed it for math and went to my locker to get it and realized it was all a lie. two weeks is a long time to believe something you dreamt at night.
two summers ago when i moved home from l.a. i couldn't sleep at night because when i did i would have dreams that all of my close friends were being murdered. brutally. i was terrified. it might have been the worst two weeks
alh and I have been working on a present for my mom, but it's taking a LOT longer than we thought... which is typical for me anyway, to underestimate. Anyway, I had this awful dream that my mom and I had a huge fight when I was trying to tell her that her present wouldn't be ready for CHristmas. I'm upset enough that it won't be ready! Why does my dream-mom have to be ticked off too?!?!
Last night I dreamed that my old gymnastics coach showed up and needed me to come out of "retirement" because the US national team needed a high bar specialist. For soem reason I kept practicing pommel horse though. But I did win something or other for my stellar high bar performance. The dream was much more detailed thatn this, but it was kind of fuzzy by the time I hit the snooze button 6 times.
Two more chalk lines. I'm about up with this tour. I should make t-shirts.Two more people claimed I was invading their dreams. Neither one could, or would recall what the dreams were about.
last night i had a dream that i, and a few other people in the diner were carrying on a discussion in the diary page. we were talking about sexual fantsies involving horses or something really off-kilter like that... and we were each posting several diary entries a day about it. finally, pedro got really mad and created a new entree devoted entirely to our conversation, which was one he didnt want on the board in the first place. each time i hit my snooz this morning i was hitting the "refresh" button in my dream.
i woke up a tad bit late (only like 10 minutes later than i planned. but i pack a lot of insulation into my wake-up-and-go routine these days so its ok...) this morning. i usually set my alarm for radio, and try to NOT set it for a station in particular (its got an analog dial, not a digital). that way the annoying static and fuzz will wake me up. this morning i somehow had tuned in perfectly to 97.1 and The Guess Who's No Time was playing...
"...No time left for you. No time left for you..." not the way you want to start a morning. to top it off traffic was absolutely evil this morning and it took me 2.5 hours to make what is usually about an hour trip to work. there were like 5 accidents along the way, and the rain sure didn't help any. my boss knew what was up and said it was cool though. that's a good thing.
I just woke up from a bad dream (2nd night in a row) where there was this person killing people at this weird store. The store was open air in a lot -- there was just a strange, low slung shelter around two sides of the lot. Those weird half buildings at outdoor lumber yards. But they were high tech enough to have a weird computer system. Anyway, the lot had all these displays of stuff, cds, hats, clothes, books, etc. Very surplusey. Anyway, people kept dying. I had made friends with the checkout girl a big african american girl. Anyway, we were in this deep discussion abotu something when my spidey sense started to tingle. Suddenly, the computer system displayed some weird message from the attacker. We rebooted, and the incident broke out train of thought. I was looking out at the shelves and my eyes kept gravitating to a certain part of the shelves, but I didn't know why. Then the checkout girl went out strolling in the shelves when suddenly this short Chinese girl (looks like the lady with glasses at Mayflower, except no glasses) leaps up and shoots the checkout girl once in the face and once in the gut with a snubnose pistol. I start running down the alley... and wake myself up. I hate dreams like that.
...last night my dreams were all about stabbing things and/or being stabbed.
Dream from last night:I was sitting in my living room, reading, relaxing with Anna when Jay came in. In his hands he had a bottle of nitrous dioxide, which in my dream was a terrible horrible poison (I have no clue what it is in reality). It would kill its victims, according to Jay, at midnight following the day they tok it, from an incredibly high fever and seizures resulting from that fever. I asked him why he had that bottle and he said some guy was trying to poison the food in the cafeteria where he worked and he got the bottle away from him and hid it, and was intending to dispose of it at home. He just wanted to warn me because it looked like coke and was in a coke bottle, so I wouldn't drink any. Well sure enough there was an accident and he got some on his fingers and ingested it. It was about 7:45 when he ingested it and I knew I had to try to save his life. I stuck him in a cold cold tub and called 911. They said that they have a 30% chance of saving people in the hospital who come in with this type of poisoning, so I dragged Jay in, making him wear nothing but boxers against the cold February night. They put him in a vat of rubbing alcohol, and naturally, he was saved (thank goodness it wasn't a death nightmare) but they had to battle every night from about 11 - midnight for three days before it left his system fully, and it was a really tense, bizarre dream. Oh yeah, and in the same dream, when we got out of the hospital, we went to the stage performance of 24, the first season. Nina Meyers was there, and in my dream I was wearing the same outfit as she was (see, I found that skirt at Target (which really WAS in reality evacuated due to a gas leak before I could buy it) in a size 10 which is so amazing for me, and it looked good but as I said it was evacuated). Nina was looking at me and she tried to use me as a stunt double but I refused, so we sat talking about the technical aspects of theater for a while before she had to get back onstage.
Anyway, then I woke up.
That is the funniest thing I have read in forever!!! No Time Left For YOU!!!I wish I had something funny like that to say. All I was going to say is that I am having those incessant apocalyptic dreams again, but this time there was a wonderful differnce. Our good friend moonboots came at just the right time to lift my sprits and help Janelle and I make it through a lonley winter.
other than that, all I know is that the mornings that I don't work, janelle comes home telling me the oddest things that I tell her with the utmost sincerity before she leaves in the morning. I wish I had total recal to put those bizare pieces together. I don't know what the stimulas is?
i've been waking up with crazy songs in my head the past few days. three days ago i had that 'i like big butts' song with more words than i thought i knew of it at the front of my brain when i walked into the kitchen. my roommate looked pretty shocked when the lyrics were the first things out of my mouth. yesterday i had the song that goes 'if you feel like loving me, if you've got the notion... i second that emotion'
you're cute...
Smokey Robinson and the Miracles rock my world. Can't say the same of Sir Mix-a-Lot
Gonna run to you run to you run to you, woman be still, gonna run to you run to you run to you woman, i will...(Those words always were weird to me... I think only Barry White can get away calling people "woman" and have it not sound kind of weird and out of place.)
pedro: actually that's from Achtung Baby.
what's the name of the song?
Tryin' to Throw Your Arms Around the World
I spent my dream night (or at least the last thing i was dreaming about) in some strange subway tunnels with odd track and weirder cars -- they were mostly random chairs with weird wheels on the feet. And we were riding it around, 1/2 adventurers, 1/2 prisoners. The system was running by itself -- we weren't controlling it, and all different kinds of cars and stuff would come rolling along and then we'd get in. And there were very random people there... a few professors from north park and some other people, like from Campus Ministries back in the day... how random. It was a cool dream though.
I had this horrible dream that I was trying to check out a Roald Dahl book and the psychgo librarian claimed I had a $750 late fee and was trying to drag me down into some torture chamber to make me pay. Later in the snooze cycle I had a deram about a kidner gentler librarian who forgave my fine and let me check out the book. How bizzare.
I saw Ghost the other day with alh -- I'd never seen it so we rented it. Your dream makes me think of the "heavenly" death versus the "hellish" death and how cheesy and bad those awful cartoon demons were. But worse was the sound effects for them -- you can almost hear the sound crew being like -- "ok, the movie's over budget and we still don't have demon sound effects. Let's just all get in the soundbooth, and go 'raaaaaarrraaaaaughghgghhrraaaarrrrr' a whole bunch and just use that?"
I had three dreams last night that I can remember. This is weird because I normally can't remember any at all.In one I was a dispatcher for John Cusack's character "Martin Blank" from the movie Gross Pointe Blank, like the role that Joan Cusack's character had played, but more actively involved in the hits. By actively involved I mean, like, with an invisible earbud and microphone on, doing the dispatching from wherever, usually not far from where Martin was working. So I did a lot of running up and down staircases in places like the fictious Depaul University buildings which have appeared in other dreams, using their infrequently used bathrooms as staging areas for hits, and getting out as fast as possible.
The second dream had me trying to figure out why my office desk computer was so busy. My office workstation is the only one in my house running Windows, everything else runs Debian GNU/Linux. So I spent a not-very-long time watching network traffic and CPU status and stuff before I realized that there was an FTP server installed on it, except that it had gotten there not intentionally, but by someone breaking in and installing a rootkit containing one. (note: I know there's been some MS SQL Server worm going around like mad for about two days, but I haven't seen any of it)
In the last dream before I woke up, I was scavenging in some deserted city. I had a sense that it was Detroit, except that it had low mountains around it. Basically, the city had been deserted and contractors had started to demolish the buildings, but then stopped and deserted their equipment. So there were pieces of buildings still standing, lots of scrap, derelict construction equipment all over the place, and it was incredibly still... and I was there looking for a clean comforter. I found part of what I guess had been a comforter factory that had been on fire, but not totally burned down. In one corner there was a huge shelf of comforters mostly with burns or soot on them, but after some digging I found a clean one. Then I woke up. The hem of my blanket had migrated to my waist during the night.
my dreams had me hanging out with damien jurado, then shredzilla, then talking and jaming with ty tabor (king's x). needless to say i didn't want to wake up. oh, and i was sure to ask ty about the lyric's in "not just for the dead", you were right ake.
"I'm gonna fly someday."
I had some trouble getting to sleep last night due to an unscheduled nap. After lying in bed for about an hour I got up to use the washroom, took two steps towards the door and tumbled to the floor. After being disoriented for a moment I realised both of my legs had fallen asleep. Okay, stood back up after a moment, did my business and back to lying awake.Usually while lying in bed late at night I experience unpleasant combination ears-popping-plus-head-rush sensations, generally no closer than five minutes apart from each other. When I lay back in bed, the sensations started occuring in rhythmic two second intervals, and shortly they were accompanied by a synthesizer sound, like Pink Floyd was warming up inside my fucking head. If this wasn't bad enough, my vision started blurring, making all I saw into a mosaic pattern. Wondering who the hell had slipped me drugs, I got out of bed and fumbled for the light switch. My head stopped making noise and my eyesight cleared.
I grabbed an ice pack, strapped it to my head, and lay down for the third and final time. Almost immediately the torture started back up again, and now I could swear I heard electric guitars banging along with the nonexistent synths. My vision was now blurred to the point of near blindness with frightening colors oozing in and out between the few bits of reality I could recognize, and I was too scared to move an inch. The last thing I remember thinking was "no way am I going to work like this".
I then shook my head violently and woke up.
I had a strange dream about being forced to witness that carving of a pig last night. It really wasn't all that appetizing, I'm going to have to have a word with the cook.
that's possible, right? maybe there is unfinished business that i've tried to forget and my unrelenting dreams won't allow it.they'll follow me subtly but insistently until i do something about it.
it has to be possible to have dreams that nag you because i'll have similar dreams for months if i don't give in.
Barefoot, I sometimes have the same dream over and over as well. I agree that it's cause there's some business that needs to be attended to or something which needs to be resolved.I've had this dream ALL THE TIME lately where I am in rooms with floors that are slanted, almost like a fun-house, and I can never stand up staight and I just keep falling down. It is very frightening and frustrating, because I am trying so hard to stand up or walk straight and never can. Sometimes I am in a restaurant and the floors make the table slant, too, and then all the food and dishes keep falling on me. The odd thing is, there are always other people in the dream, and they never have a problem standing up and walking as usual around me.
I seldom have bad dreams, and I don't like this one. I don't need to get too philosophical to see what's going on. I started a new job recently and feel overwhelmed all the time and like I get nowhere, though I work hard all day (except when I'm on the Diner, bien sur) and work hours more than I should. I am also planning on going back to school this summer, and the thought of balancing all that and getting back in the academia mode, on top of working at an exhausting job, is a lot for the ol' mind to process.
Sweet dreams!
The past few days I've had dreams about affairs. In one, I was having one (with a guy with a moustache/beard! Yucko, no offense guys but facial hair is NOT a turn-on so I have no idea where that came from). In another, a guy friend of ours was having TWO and I had to break the news to his girlfriend. In another, both partners of a married couple we're friends with were having affairs with women (that was weird, as Cheryl is majorly majorly dogmatic Christian, Pentecostal maybe?, and would never ever even in her worst nightmares consider such a thing). I have no desire to have an affair (repugnant thought) so I wonder what this signifies?
i had a dream i went to the counselor's office here on campus and they made me get tested for HIV.in this dream i wore a beanie a lot (which i dont) and i had a tattoo of a razor-blade on my forearm (which i dont).
I dreamt that Judge Reinhold was trying to have me committed to a mental institution. He read my journal and said that there was more than enough evidence in there that I was depressed. When I tried to argue with him regarding my sanity, he called in the hospital security who were duded up like a swat team, and I had to fight with them Buffy the Vampire Style... I woke up before I was either committed or free-- slightly unsettling.
I was in hawai'i doing a musical with a bunch of people, some of whom were in NPCC's production of Amahl and the Night Visitors. It was a weird but mundane dream and I'm not going to put all the details here. In other news, TheraFlu is good stuff, but don't try to do anything important while under the influence of teh drowsy stuff.
and the power was out on foster avenue. super cold. a lone chair from Viking Hall (aka The MPR, aka the CMPR) was sitting in the crosswalk of the westbound lane of foster, just east of kedzie. I was walking home that way(?) in the pitch darkness, with weather reports ringing in my ears. 18 inches of snow tonight. 18 inches of snow. i was afraid of the dark and the strange people that might be in it. i snuck home, and ran north up sawyer, like a spider. somehow able to skittle across the ground without using my hands. people were watching me sneak home and giving me, and my skittling, strange looks. I finally got back inside, and posted my dream on the bbs.as i look out the window now, there's no chance of 18 inches of snow. darn.
and woke up with "Camptown Races" stuck in my head.I kept daydreaming about FOghorn Leghorn and WB animation during my shower. I have the weirdest dreams when I'm sick.
I'm standing out a in the middle of a field...like a desert or something flat. I start running as fast as I can in one direction and encounter a small ramp which I jump off of (olympic long jump style) and fly about 200 yards through the air. My descent is so smooth and so calm, I barely jolt as I land with both feet and walk it off.Another dream involves me with 3 bright blonde, curvy, busty women all looking like they stepped out of the Playboy Mansion. We are all in the bed together having too much fun. Needless to say, I REALLY like this dream which seems to occur every 5 months or so.
I almost never have sexual dreams.
as i usually don't remember my dreams. but when i do, they're usually not sexual. i often dream that my parents ahave died violently, and i wake up sobbing. that sucks.
I was young - not me though. I was me, but not the me I was, if you know what I mean? I was somehow involved with espionage, and trying to protect the man who had just proposed to me, named Nick, from the bad guys who thought he was against them. Nick had no idea about the bad guys, or what had been going on (and I can't remember either righ tnow but maybe it will come to me later). They wanted to kill him, and I knew we needed to fly him over the border of Prince Edward Island if he was to be safe (the dream took place in P.E.I.) The next day was the wedding of Cherie, my best friend (in the dream, I don't know a Cherie). So we needed to get out of P.E.I., do a 'drop-off' with the government - I had the goods on the bad guys and knew if I could get them to the government the bad guys would be removed and not be a threat - and then we needed to get back to my house to sleep and get up the next morning for the wedding.So we flew over in a helicopter - I managed to convince a friend who worked at the hospital to use the lifeline helicopter, as it wasn't being used - to fly us over. Before we came back, I shaved Nick's head and carefully adhered a brunette wig to him, long flowing feminine hair. I put him in a pair of maternity pants and a maternity blouse and stuffed his stomach with a hollow pregnancy pillow, which we could hide things in if the need arose. I changed my own appearance by chopping my hair short, putting on a bomber jacket, and slapping on facial hair. We hopped on a four-wheeler (ATV) and headed back home. I dropped him off at his house so I could go home, where Cherie and Olivia were waiting, my roomates and friends as I'd said before. Cherie I had disguised as a black woman, though really she was a slip of a girl with red hair and hazel eyes, and Olivia was uninvolved.
In the morning I went to make some coffee, but the grounds were white and I smelled it. Someone had replaced the coffee with peroxide powder (the kind you use to bleach your hair). Olivia came in laughing at me, and I knew she was one of the bad guys - she was going to kill me, and to kill Nick, if she got the chance. So I threw the peroxide powder in her eyes and drowned her in the bathtub. Cherie was furious with me for killing her other bridesmaid until I explained why I had to do it.
Nick, meanwhile, had removed the wig (I shaved him in order to get a realistic fit on the wig) and his woman's weeds and had come over to help dispose of the body. We decided to run off and get married that day, and move to a small hobby farm in Montana, and for me to quit being a spy, because it was just too dangerous. We stayed for Cherie's wedding, then flew out on a plane to Montana.
no sugar tonight
Two mornings ago...I was asleep. I was dreaming that I was in a Real World reunion show. (I recently acquired cable). Puck was talking schmack to some black dude, and I tapped him, laughing and told him to cut it out. The whole gang laughed, because the whole gang was there. Everyone once in a while I would have to head down the highway, off the coast and meet up with my friends, such as Karah. My real friends didn't believe me that I had ever been on the real world. But I explained in order to be on a reunion show you have to have been on an original. Well this dream went on for some time, and I was into it, but then the phone rang. I sat up, much too quickly, and then leaped up ever quick-li-ier to answer the phone which my stepfather had already answered. Unfortunately I could not stop the momentum. When my foot hit the floor, it half landed on a shoe, which caused me to lose my footing, and crash down into my "antique" END TABLE. I didn't just land with a crash though, oh no. I elbow dropped that table like Hulk mother-fuckin' Hogan. Breaking a few shot glasses, and spilling a mug of week-old coffee...it is still there.
in my dream i was wandering around chicago with a few people, some i know from california, and others from chicago. we stopped at this bar/gallery where i remember being once on my own, and there was a party going on. there were a few chicks we didn't know who started hanging out with us and they came up with the idea to kiss all the ladies we were with. so there we were kissing girls at a party in chicago.
i had really sexy dreams last nite....and when i woke up the first thing that popped into my head was that it was because i slept with socks, a t shirt, and sweatpants on, when i usually sleep in just some boxers.
strange.
Last nite I dreamt that I was in Iraq organizing insurget efforts to overthrow Saddam, and helping lay out the new Iraqi government.It was exciting.
The teacher of the psychotherapy class that I took a month ago said, in response to a question, that if you are in Jungian analysis, you'll have Jungian dreams.I'm not in Jungian analysis, but I am reading Jung's autobiography. I'm totally having Jungian dreams, every night. It's so crazy!
I dreamed that Iwasat my little sister's wedding, and she was marrying the relative of a celebrity. It was very strange.
Much to my dismay and excitement, all my dreams came true.
i just woke up a bit ago sobbing. it was because of this wierd dream. usually i can't remember dreams, but this one...
i dreamt that i was at BigJ's house (though it wasn't any place he's actually lived) and he comes and tells me that *she* called his cell phone looking for me. when he hands me the phone, however, there is only a text message from her saying something along the lines of 'why is playing some internet game more important than me?' which freaked me out because in the dream i hadn't been playing any internet games, and i had no idea what she was talking about. but she was obviously hurt by something i did. which just took the wind completely out of my sails, because i couldn't believe it. she means so much to me, and here i was being accused of placing her way too low on my list of priorities. i tried to call her back, but when she answered, somehow i couldn't hear her voice, only another text message saying 'what game were you playing anyway?' im freaking out, and i try and call her again and i start saying on the phone that i have no idea what she's talking about, and im sorry, and i love you. but she won't talk to me. the entire time this 'conversation' is happening, i can't see anything but the disappointed look on her face as she is silently refusing to talk to me. then, somehow, she is physically sitting right in front of me, and im kneeling in front of her, with my arms on her shoulders, trying to get her to even look at me, but she won't. she starts to get up, and i realize i could force her to stay if i wanted to, but i know that i can't really do that. so i let her stand up and walk out...
then i couldn't cry in the dream. even though that's all i wanted to do in the whole world at that second (besides hold her and talk to her). but then i woke up and it was so vivid and the feelings were so real and intense and i started bawling...
Forgive me, cause it sucks to wake up crying and hurting, but I think your dream is beautiful.
nothing to forgive. thanks, i guess.
i know exactly what you are talking about.some dreams arent really anything in themselves. but the emotions you feel in them. (especially fear, anxiety, and in this case a certain downward spiral of misunderstanding leading to frustration to more misunderstanding and so on...)
and i agree with blvdgirl. its beautiful. sometimes i need dreams like that to remind me i'm alive... to remind me to FEEL.
I had a dream about nuclear missiles and other missiles intercepting them. It was like watching a live-action version of missile command, only you happened to be out in a cornfield in Iowa so you only saw two missiles. But what sucks about missile command is the same thing that sucks in real life. Once you've passed your window of opportunity, there ain't nothing stoppin' that rocket, so you just get that sinking feeling...
So, I went in for my ultrasound (which is scheduled for tomorrow) and Dr. Silas gave me photos of a perfect little 8 week old baby, but there was something wrong outside the amniotic sac (which actually isn't formed until 12 weeks but hey, it was a dream). Dr. Silas wanted to cut in to remove the abnormality, and then the fetus would develop properly. He prepped my stomach for the removal, and went in. When he cut open though, there was a fully formed baby in there, not an 8 week old fetus, but closer to term. He tried to remove the baby inside the amniotic sac but the sac broke and so he quickly got the baby out and cleaned it off, but left it attached to the umbilical cord. He dug out the abnormality, and then sewed me back up, but we couldn't put the baby back inside because she had begun to breathe oxygen already and would drown if we tried to reintroduce her to a water environment. She opened her big, brown eyes and smiled and said hello. It was really creepy, but very cool. I saw her face - she looked different from Anna, yet it was clear she was mine and Jay's. We dressed her, and weighed her. She was 6 lb 5 oz, and 18" long (just a little bit bigger than Anna). She was in perfect health, and began nursing right away, when we decided she couldn't go back inside. Then we had to begin telling everyone - the medical community at large, the family. Dr. Silas and I both felt we'd witnessed a miracle. So the telling of people was really interesting, and we claimed it as evidence of God.And that was the whole dream. It felt really... good. I woke up feeling awe and amazement, just as if I really HAD witnessed a miracle. And maybe I did - the dream made me feel like everything with this pregnancy will be all right and I feel very relaxed now. I wonder if the baby will be a girl?
i think it will be. i can't believe that there wasn't some sort of interaction between your dream and what's going on in your womb that influenced you to see your baby as a girl in your dream.
I definitely believe in some dreams being prophetic, and this sounds like one. It's nice that you can feel at ease about your pregnancy and just enjoy it. That's important!One of the rabbis at my work announced to us last week that his wife is expecting. They are an awesome couple and I am happy for them. They already have two little girls and he had a dream that this one was a boy. We will see how everyone's nocturnal predictions work out!
Dex, are you gonna know the sex before delivery or are you waiting till the birth?
I'll know before the birth. I can't wait... though I really admire women and men who do, I just can't do it :)Yeah, I think you're right, inkblot. I'm betting on a girlie now. And Cinnamongirl, I totally believe in prophetic dreams.
Last night, I dreamt I was at a cabin with alh. we were having a great time of it, and when we finally came back, it actually turned out that we were supposed to be on staff at camp, and just on our "hour off" -- NOT on vacation. They had started a game of capture the flag, and we were supposed to be playing. SO we frantically organized our stuff on the ground by the edge of the woods (that we had come out of) so that we could go put it away and start playing ctf and hopefully no one would notice. But a little girl did, and she came running up, and said, "here they are!" and up walked Father P. from Q-A-S -- and he said, "Oh, I'm so glad I found you, there's something I wanted to show you!" And he started to take off his left shoe, and inside the shoe was another shoe, and a sock or two, and then a third shoe in there, and finally he pulled off the last sock, and he had a club foot! The End!
last night i dreamed i was at a huge recording session slash party for redvinegar. it was like all the musicians i know hanging out and recording. it seemed to be outdoors and indoors at the same time. i can't remember much else about the dream other than i woke up and thought, 'wow! that was cool!'
the other night i dreamed that my alarm clock was going off, but that it wasn't supposed to be, and so i was ignoring it. sure enough, i woke up late, with the alarm going off.
last night i dreamt something regarding my alarm clock, but this time there was urgency to get up. oddly enough, i awoke about 2 seconds before the alarm went off - just enough time to watch the time change from 9:59 to 10:00. weird.
I dreamt last night that I was being attacked by a group of people, I was always in a house or base or something, and I had supernatural powers, and I woke up several times only to be either back at the same place or in a new place with the same theme. It was a night of sub-concience fighting.
Okay. Around 5:00 this morning, I was having trouble sleeping. My brain was all over the place, and I figured something bad was gonna happen when I finally did get back to sleep.So I dreamt that my parents house was haunted. I was staying there, without Anna or Jay, and I was younger. I was having back trouble from sleeping in my bed (my mattress at home is too soft, I'm now used to my mattress here). So I got up, and my dad came into my room and asked if he could sleep in my bed, as his mattress was too firm. I said, great! We can switch. So I went across the hall, opened the door to his room, and the rocking chair started rocking itself. I shut the door and remembered that my dad's room is haunted (my mom actually sleeps in my room usually, so it's my mom's room and my dad's room, because my dad has sleep apnea and has to wear a respirator thing at night and my mom can't sleep through it). I opened the door again, just to check, and my mom was in there, strapped to a stretcher that wasn't there before, wearing a straight jacket. Her eyes were rolling around in her head, her mouth foaming, and she was screaming CRAB APPLE! CRAB APPLE! I shut the door, majorly creeped out now, and went to the living room to sleep on the couch. The couch had a lamp on it, an orange extension cord, a blanket, some books, some pillows. I was picking up the lamp and it started to turn itself on and off and to vibrate. It was a lmap made with a wire frame, and was pretty cool, except that it, too was haunted. I went to go find my mom or my dad and get help, because the whole house was creepy, and I started to hear knocking and noises from inside all the walls, and the wire lamp caught my arm and I couldn't get away from it - it was plugged in and I couldn't wrench free, so I dropped to my knees and scarted screaming MOTHER but no noise would come out except this sick half-groan.
And I woke up in a cold sweat with that adrenaline feeling - you know the one - from sheer terror. Jay woke up two minutes later to go to work and I told him all about it. It was only 6:45, and I SHOULD have gone back to sleep right away. But I couldn't. Around 7:10 I finally went back to sleep. When I woke up, I called my mom to tell her about the dream. Now, when I was little, afte rI'd watched that Stephen King movie IT, my mom came outside my door one night and started talking like Pennywise the Clown and thought this was FUNNY, so I told my mom no teasing. Just as I got to the part where I opened the bedroom door the second time, I started hearing dozens of people laughing in the reciever, echoing. My mom said, "I bet I was screaming CRAB APPLE, CRAB APPLE, WAKE UP JENNY!!!" And I did. In a cold sweat again, but this time I was sleeping on the floor of the guest room. Well, I went into Anna's room - NO ANNA. I called Jay's cell phone in a panic. I got him, and he wouldn't tell me where Anna was. I heard her in the background of the phone... and he said, "I couldn't wake you but it's not safe to, they told me not to." I said... "They? Where's my daughter Jay?" and the dozens of voices started laughing on the phone again and screaming different things, one of them was Anna crying and trying to get away, screaming mamamamamama. And I realized it wasn't Jay I was talking to, but it had taken Jay's phone, and he was dead in the bed above me, in the guest room.
And then I woke up for real this time and was really really freaked out, but it was 8:00 and I said to hell with sleeping, I need some coffee.
That is insane!
wow meta-meta-meta-dreams really bite the big one.
I had a dream I was in a cab with miles davis. He was the driver and we were sitting at the curb and he flipping through my CD's. He wanted to hear something funky.
I would love to be in a cab with Miles Davis!
this in my head.I also had a dream that I had thick, shoulder-length long hair again. That's the first dream I remember having like that.
Must have been the pizza.
i dreamt in german the other night.
Just a warning... I've been popping up in people's dreams again. Two people last night told me I was in their dreams recently. I'll try to sleep less and stay in my own dreams, but I can't be blamed for meandering around the collective subconsious.Along those same lines, I have been remembering an occasional dream or two, not a regular happening. I have a hard time distinguishing between reality and dreams and these have been no exception. From last night... I was walking around town wondering if the video store was open with a friend. This is a normal thing to do for me in every day life. I need to start dreaming better.
i've had a few of dreams recently about an island off the pacific side of san francisco. i know the faralons are out that way, but it's definitely not them. it's a fairly large island, probably at least a couple dozen city blocks in each direction, so maybe about 1/5 the size of the rest of san francisco. there are some cable car lines running on various streets, and some that are defunct, but the infrastructure is still there. it's closer to san francisco than marin, but there is no bridge, only a ferry. it is technically a part of the city, and i don't know what the island is called, but people refer to it as "p.m." there is a cal campus on the island called ucpm. it's about as hilly as the rest of san francisco, with cliffs facing the sea on to the northwest, roughly even with the presidio, and a broad downward slope to the southeast, toward ocean beach. in between, there are couple of ridges forming small valleys.in the earlier dreams, i am visiting san francisco. in one i am making plans to go out to the western cliffs on the island to watch the sun set. another time, i am sitting with crackmonkey near a large high school by the southwest shore and he is explaining the history of various civic buildings and transit lines on the island. in another i am studying a street map of the island, particularly the bus lines to the ferry terminal in the southeast. in the later dreams, i have an apartment a few blocks from the cliffs on the northwest side of p.m., near the end of a cable car line. i am walking up the hill toward my apartment with groceries.
i should note that there is no such island in reality.
Otherwise people will realise what the fog generators are for.
I keep having these weird celebrity dreams. I am not into the Hollywood/famous thing at all. I see celebrities as normal people who happen to be famous, but maybe my subconscious mind is celebrity-obsessed. Even when ``People'' magazine is lying around my home, which is frequently, I am not tempted to pick it up. So I don't understand these dreams. Last week I dreamed that I was hanging out with Justin Timberlake. In front of Anderson Circle. He was very cool, very friendly. I hope he's that nice in real life. I remember thinking, in my dream, ``This is so cool--I'm hanging out with Justin Timberlake at North Park!'' Even a few minutes after waking up I was confused as to if it had really happened.Last night I dreamed that I was hanging out, after a concert, with Michael Stipe. I chalk this up to the fact that I was reading an article in a magazine right before I went to bed written by a guy who worked as REM's personal assistant. I also happen to love REM, and I saw them in concert last month.
I have loved Michael Stipe since junior high. He was very sweet in the dream, and offered me a glass of champagne (the article said he likes rose' champagne after a show. Quaint). If I did have the chance to meet any ``famous'' person, it'd probably be him. So this makes sense. But the other? I like Justin Timberlake's music but as far Justin Timberlake, the man, goes I could care less. Maybe I am feeling the need for some glamour in my life.
I discovered this because somehow flynn printed receipts (in that bad mimeograph purple) and in the receipt, where it woudl say like, "your cashier was: sally", it said something about having rooted the box, etc.yuck.
what?
rooted: hacked into and gained access to the unix "super user" account, which has full control of the system. generally when a system is rooted, the tracks are very well hidden, and it can take months to determine that anything at all is amiss.
How do we get flynn set up to print recipts?
just kidding. i still have no idea what you're talking about. i just wanted to look like i knew what was going on.
i had a dream right before i woke this morning. i was riding the 36 broadway bus headed home. right when i pushed open the doors at montrose, my alarm went off.
This morning I dreamed that I was in a cabin with several people, and someone's alarm clock was going off. I was frantically trying to find the offending beeper, to no avail. I just kept hearing this obnoxious BEEP BEEP BEEP and it wouldn't go away. I eventually woke up & realized the obnoxious BEEP BEEP BEEP was coming from my real-life alarm clock, and I was 45 minutes late in waking up. As usual.smax / dex / people with children might not want to read on --
On Sunday morning I had a terrible nightmare... I was with my parents at Wal-Mart and met a boy in the parking lot. Next thing I knew, I had a little Asian baby. The baby was a couple weeks old, and I found myself back in Wal-Mart, frantically searching for diapers and baby formula because I realized that I had not fed or changed the baby. Ever. Then a snotty British Wal-Mart manager came up to me and told me that my baby was dead in the attic, covered in its own waste. I went to the attic and held my dead baby, trying to feed it to no avail. It was the worst thing I have ever dreamed, and I woke up really really REALLY upset. Jeff said it was probably because I noticed that I forgot to water my plants before we left for vacation & one of them died. Jeez, I hope that was all it was. I can't stop thinking about it.
I have those too. I have a dream that I had to transport too many children I was watching so I put one in the trunk, padded carefully. When we got to our destination, I was getting the other kids out of the car and she snuck out of the trunk and hit Julia with a hammer repeatedly. The little girl stood next to my car with the bloody hammer screaming, "THERE IS NO MORE JULIA!"I think dreams are just garbage, you know? Getting rid of stress and waste. I'm sure it's nothing you did, you know? And it certainly doesn't portend anything.
I didn't know smax had kids....
...unless i missed something.
i think if you're into interpreting your dreams, thinking of babies as ideas, notions or opportunities is more correct than taking them literally. warggle, maybe a window of opportunity you had held out for is closing because of unintentional neglect.
I'm sorry, I have no idea who I was thinking of when I wrote smax. Color me crazy.
So can I stop looking for them now? I was worried there...
the portion of the dream that i remember started in a house somewhere and there is musical gear set up and the slow learners are playing. I know that I am at a house party of sorts for RV but they haven't shown up yet. i'm watching someone's hands beat on a acustic guitar body providing ryhthm. the guitar morphs into a neckless electric body (purple at that) and it's making all sorts of great percussive sounds. The song ends and I loko up and it's dav3 claus0n rockin out. pedro comes out of nowhere and introduces dave to play a few songs. dave coaxes me to play with him and i grab a nearby acoustic guitar but for some reaon i can't play a single chord. so phil (from out of nowehere) says why don't you play the canon. Confused I look around and in front of me materializes a fender jazz bass. But it's got a big fat canon (as in the camera) logo on the neck. I guess we played a few songs, but they went by in the dream on fast-forward. next thing i know my old boss and the two other women i worked with at np are talking to me and we are reminiscing. i give them hugs and then leave the room searching for the restroom. the next thing i know i'm sitting on the toilet in the center of a room reminiscent of the interrogation room in brazil. the end
I had a dream that I was home at my school and I ran into an old friend (dex will know -- n1c0l3 fl3mm3n)... it was really odd, and i knew it was a dream, but it was the kind of dream that you hang on to because you're having a good time. i haven't seen her since we graduated from high school, and I wonder from time to time what ever happened to her. her mom was a teacher and we stepped in to her classroom, and she was looking for something on her desk and said the f-word really loud in front of her students. n1col3 wasn't wearing any makeup, and that made an impression on me in my dream world. I also called her "n1kk1," which people used to do back in the day and she laughed and said nobody called her that any more. Kind of reminds me of you, dex. I always realize that I'm dreaming quite a bit, but I sleep too deeply to remember them most of the time.
Speaking of which, the girl on 2 who plays the evil dude's daughter looks like M3lissa Humphr3y. My mom tells me that N1kk1 is doing really well. I can't remember exactly what she said, except that she's a big success. I had a dream with Lans1a in it the other day.
I'm trying not to watch too much. Too daggone intense for me.
dex, yeah, it's no suprise that n1kk1 is a big success... but seriously, all the best to her; I am doing exactly what I want to be doing right now too so there's no jealousy. I haven't seen m3lissa h. for a long time... we used to ride the bus together, and I read the catcher in the rye to her, much to the chagrin of some of the other riders. i know that every place is home, and home is special to a lot of people, but dex, I really feel like we grew up somewhere special. (and not just because of the three girls you named.) it is my 10 year reunion this year, and i will be home -- it's the weekend before the wedding -- I may very well stop by and see some of the folks I haven't seen since 1994. i've got nothing to hide, and some old friends to see.
I still think of home as home, you know? Not a lot of people still feel like it's home once they're out, married, kids of their own. I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I don't get to be there for more than 6 months or so at a time. You'll have to let me know how everyone is doing. I don't know if I'll go home for my 10 year reunion or not. Most of the people I miss aren't from my own class, and I have some pretty awful memories associated with some people too. Though it'd be neat to see what 3mily And3rson, A1yss@ M@t1@ck (who mom, the gossip queen, knows nothing about), Am@nd@ Ri3d@sch, Me1iss@ St@uffenecker... people like that, how they're doing. I've not nothing to hide either. Maybe I will go.
...last I heard, she was in Madison doing some kind of landscaping degree and happy.
....i had moved back to the east coast and was wandering around in sears. as I passed by the electronics department, paying no mind to anything in particular, i overheard 2 salespersons talking when one of them mentioned rv. i then looked at all of the televisions and sure enough it was an rv video clip (it looked a lot like t.l.'s paintings) on an entertainment show....something like access hollywood or some other silly show......skip ahead a bit.....i'm in conversation with captain who informs me that rv is on tour and they decided to add another person to the band, so i immediately assumed the new member was a drummer and asked who he was when captain said "no, not a drummer, another singer." which i did not understand at all....bass, guitar, keyboard and 2 singers with no drums??? the end.
You've a ways to go before you have 60 people on stage and become Earth, Wind, and Redvinegar.