March 25th 2009

Thin Mint Assault

I was standing in the doorway of the bathroom from my childhood West Park Cleveland home, watching a scene happen in front of me. Although I was physically standing in the scene I knew that I was really watching a movie. There were two people in the bathroom, standing in front of the sink, a teenage man and woman. The man was holding out a thin mint Girl Scout cookie for the girl to take, which she did, and ate it. After the first one, he started offering her a second, which he was taking out of a medicine cabinet filled with other baked items: muffins, scones, other cookies. As he tried to force her into taking another Thin Mint she pointed at a chocolate muffin in the case and asked for it. He refused to give it to her and started getting extremely hostile about her refusal. He put his hand on her back, not actually hitting her or holding onto her, but in such a stern way it was obvious that he was slowly overtaking her by force. He started rubbing the cookie all over her face, trying to get her to take it. She started crying and then he finally said: “If you don’t want them, then you can give me the other ones back” and pushed her over toward the toilet. She stuck her finger down her throat to throw the cookie she ate back up into the toilet. At this part (when the girl induced vomit and started throwing up in the toilet) I looked away. Instead of seeing the person next to me in the theatre, like I should have, I saw my own reflection on the mirror located on the outside of the door. Since the door opened into the bathroom and I was standing in the doorway, I would logically see that if I turned my head to the right.


Notes:

Thin Mints and those delightful peanut butter cookies are my favorite Girl Scout cookies and I used to absolutely love them.

It grosses me out when people bring anything edible into the bathroom. This could even be a covered pop from McDonald’s or a stick of gum. Anything that could potentially be consumed must not EVER go into a bathroom. Also, if I am chewing something, I need to swallow it before entering the bathroom also, because the bathroom air will taint it… So, it’s very interesting that there was a medicine cabinet filled with bakery (which is my favorite type of food)….

Also, I have an extreme fear of throwing up. I had to see a psychiatrist about it in high school because I wouldn’t actually eat, was 87 lbs., and anemic. (Although, 87 lbs is still technically a healthy weight for someone my height, so that weight is shocking but not shocking)… This fear of throwing up hinders a lot of my life. I have a lot of dreams about it and, depending on how ‘gory’ they are, can affect me all day or for multiple days making me more paranoid about my food choices, my acid reflux disorder, and anything else that could potentially make me throw up.

I have never been in the Girl Scouts but I have friends that have been.

Hot Tubs, Pee, and Finding Jesus?

March 26, 2008
I was vacationing in Florida and at an indoor playground – like pool area. There were many small pools and hot tubs set up for people to hang out with small groups in. In addition to me, there were a lot of teenage boys milling around and playing in all the pools. to go into one of the hot tubs located in the middle of the concrete playground area when the boys jumped right into it. Instead, I went into the back to a secluded hot tub. I walked around the parameter of it (it was only about 3-4 feet in diameter) and stopped. I started lowering myself in and I noticed something yellow, oily, and glittering on the surface. I stood up straight. When I stood up I could no longer see it. I started bending down again, trying to change my angle to look in the tub. Eventually, I saw it again gleaming on the surface and realized what had happened: the boys hanging out in the other hot tubs had peed in this one.

Somehow, I was suddenly in an outdoor shopping center in Florida. It was so open that the stores only had two standing walls to differentiate themselves as individual shops. I went ‘into’ a store that sold homemade candy and started talking to one of the sales associates – a pregnant woman in her early thirties. She told me that she was only two months pregnant but her stomach was already protruding like she was much further along. She said that was because she was carrying a boy. She had two other girls, had barely shown, and they slid right out. I followed her out onto the sidewalk while she closed up shop. To my left was an open stable with three men hanging out. I recognized one of them as someone I used to work with in high school: Chris. Chris is someone that I haven’t seen in years. I walked up and started talking to him, asking him what was new. He said that he had found Jesus. I asked: “How could you find Jesus more?”. (In real life, I have no clue what religion Chris was, if one, or how religious he really was at all… but the dream version of Chris happened to be very religious already.) He started explaining how he became more religious. I don’t remember the explanation at all.


Notes:

I was recently in Florida. My brother and some of his friends came down to

In Florida we went to St. Armand’s Circle – which is a ritzy outdoor mall.

One of my coworkers at the Gap was named Chris. I forget his last name, but I used to know it. I have been trying to remember it to see if I could find him…maybe on Facebook, but I don’t have much to go by. The last time I saw him was my second year in college.

Last night I watched The Duchess, a movie about an English Duchess that was married to a Duke so he could get an heir. She had two girls of her own and was really pressured to have a son. This may explain my encounter with a woman pregnant with a son in this dream.

Kaleidoscope Glasses

March 19th, 2009

* partially a lucid dream

I was visiting my brother’s mom. She lived in a condo complex that also doubled as a scenic park to the people that owned property there. When I saw her, I realized that I was dreaming since she didn’t actually look like herself. She had long and straight brown hair and a red sweater. We walked around the garden area, and eventually I found myself, alone, knocking on someone’s door. They lived in a second story flat in the condo complex. The condo owner answered – a man in his mid thirties. He was wearing something that looked like a miner’s helmet, with a camera lens in the front that came down over his eyes. He invited me into his house and I realized that the walls were almost entirely made out of glass windows except for the wall housing the door that I had just come in from. It was incredibly bright in there. He went over to a drawer, leafed through a bunch of stained glass suncatchers before choosing one. Then he put it in a slot between the lens and the cap of the miner’s hat-like contraption he was wearing. This way, the colored glass suncatcher acted like an odd type of sunglasses. He would see through it blurrily, which would tint everything around him with the colored glass pattern on the suncatcher itself.

Notes:

My mom lives in a condo complex. My brother’s mom lives in a ranch-style house.

I have been able to recognize the fact that I’m dreaming more and more. Sometimes I can control what I’m doing or think clearly but still cannot control anything outside of myself in my dreams. Maybe one day…

Completely Content

February 28, 2009

I was in our office room, which is really an upstairs bedroom in our little house. (Incidentally, this bedroom used to be Beth’s then Adri’s when we roomed together) For some reason, although I had been in that room a million times, I noticed a tiny door about the size of an eve door jutting off of the wall. (In real life, the wall this door was attached to is the outer wall of the house, in NO WAY could anything exist on the other side of it unless it’s hidden under the siding) I opened the door and discovered that it led into a hallway with five steps leading down into it so that a person could stand up without hunching over. At the end of the hallway was a regular-sized door. I walked through the hall and opened the door to find the hidden attic that Adri and I always joke about. (We joke about a hidden attic in real life). The attic was really split into two rooms, one that was the height of a regular room, with curved edges at the ceiling (like many attics) and had another room that was adjacent to it. This second room (Room #2) was similar to another type of attic architecture. It had slopping, unfinished ceilings that came down in the shape of a triangle. The ceiling was much lower, and an average person would have to stoop to enter and walk around. I spent a good amount of time just exploring both of the rooms. The first room had an old washing machine and dryer that were filled with standing water. I thought that Carol must have used them about three years ago and that they were probably broken now. There was also a large mop bucket filled with standing water, a pantry with screws, old food from the 50s, and telephones in it. There were a lot of birds nests with unhatched eggs in them piled in a wooden wall alcove next to Room #2’s door. I wondered where the birds had went and why the birds had abandoned their eggs – which looked very old. Room #2 had very little in it except for a few dead birds. That’s where the birds must have gone… they died and so, therefore, their eggs never hatched in all their years in that dusty attic…


*Notes: I woke up from this dream completely content. Sometimes, my dreams cause me to wake up horny, sad, in a panic, or about ready to throw up. I woke up with this amazing fulfilled feeling that continued the entire day… actually, it continued for a few days. I think this may be because of my weird fetish with abandoned buildings and going in them!

Adri and I actually joke about a hidden attic in the little house. We actually think that you can access it on the outside of the house by climbing up the slanted part in the roof. It would be above my old bedroom (now our closet room) we believe that this is possible because there’s a different type of siding in the shape of a rectangle on that side of the house. It has ridges on it, which makes it look like you could lift it up like a garage door.

The thought I had about Carol using the washer and dryer was incorrect. Apparently, I cannot do math in my dreams… I can’t in real life either though. But, three years ago from the date of the dream would have been – Feb. 28, 2006. At that time, our technical landlord Carol would have been in the hospital. That year was Adri’s first year in the house and as my roommate and my second year living in the house. The first year living there, I roomed with Beth. So, if Carol would have ever actually used that fictional washer and dryer set, it would have actually been about 4 years and 5 months previous to the date of the dream, not three years.