How Did Those Get In My Wife???

At first I was a different woman and pregnant. I was at a hospital with my husband and two other children: an older boy and about a 7-8 year old blond girl. The girl was actually in the hospital and was dying. She was hooked up to a life support system and had a computer screen that was also hooked up to her brain so that she could tell us things that she wanted or needed without talking.

Suddenly, I was the husband instead, and the woman that I was before wasn't in the room anymore. The little girl thought something and it came up on her computer screen. She said she wanted URANIUM (all in caps). She just kept thinking URANIUM URANIUM. Then I realized that my children were really robots/androids and were going to grow up and kill us. Then I thought : "How did those get in my wife?" because she gave birth to them and they grew up. I just kept looking at the girl in the hospital bed and thinking 'How did those get in my wife?????"

Farmhouse Hostages

April 21, 2009

I was someone in this dream, but wasn’t myself. I was taller and had really short brown hair. (This is the second dream with this pseudo – me, the first one was a few years ago – which I have documented – perhaps I will post that one at a later time). There was a group of us, with myself included, that traveled to this farm area that was out in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded with a small rural city as well. We were there to specifically see one man who lived in a very old farmhouse and also rented out another farmhouse on his property. He was a very nice old farmer and was very helpful. We needed to stay with him a few days, trying to procure the things we needed from him for the T.I.M.E. – Digital Arts department (where I currently work) using purchase orders. Eventually, we went over a few things and I purchased copies of his books that we needed (copies from a copy machine). Three or four of the copies that we needed totaled $30.00 but one of the copies was $75.00. We purchased them, and then purchased something else of his for $75.00 as well. (I forget what it was now…) The next day I realized that we didn’t actually have that amount of money left in our budget and had gone over it. I asked the old man to come to the house we were staying at and to help me figure things out. I was hoping that I could ‘return’ the copies and the other thing that I had purchased from him for $75.00 and get my money back. He started getting incredibly irate with me over it and explained that he had already bought a tweed jacket from the internet and showed me a picture of it. It looked like the typical type of jacket that high school football players wear – the two toned colored ones with their number on the back. I finally said that I was sorry for the inconvenience and decided not to take the money back. He was still extremely angry with me and with everyone I was with (who I do not know in real life) and I explained that I didn’t want our discussion to ruin our friendship together. Somehow, after that, he would not let us leave the house and was keeping us there as hostages. The next day, his roof caved in because his house was so old. He had to ‘move’ in with us. This made it harder for us to escape, since, every time we tried he would be there – keeping us from leaving. I wondered if our employers wondered where we were. At one point, one of the houses close to the farmhouse where we were being imprisoned, was surprisingly closer. I was able to walk out onto the roof of the porch (by exiting a second story window) and jump onto the other houses’ roof. I jumped down and started running down the rural neighborhood street. A few houses down was a cop, dressed in his blue uniform and cap, raking leaves. I came up to him and explained what was going on and asked him to help me. He completely ignored me, as if I wasn’t there, and just kept raking leaves. I realized that he wouldn’t do anything about it because he was 100% aware of what our captor was doing and so was everyone else. They weren’t necessarily in on it, but they wouldn’t stop it either. I was afraid that there were people in on it, or people that would help the old man instead of us in this rural community. That made me apprehensive about which door I could knock on and ask to use the phone, or who I could cry and plead my case to in the neighborhood. I figured that no one would help and after walking a long way in both directions, I gave up and went back to the house because my friends were still imprisoned there. We would have to find a different way…

Note:

I wonder if this dream has something to do with a book I read about a year ago called “Escape” about a woman trying to escape from her Mormon husband, religion, and community. At one point, as she tries to leave, she is caught by the police in her area. Since they are Mormon too, they just take her back to her husband instead of hearing her pleas to be let free.

Wow, lately… my dreams have had a lot to do with religion. I blame it on Easter and my dislike for the holiday. I can usually skate through religious holidays because most of their ‘customs’ have little to do with religion. Easter is a bit different because there isn’t a bunch of crazy festivities (like Christmas has) to cover up it’s real meaning. I spend a lot of Easter dinner pretty silent so that I don’t offend my family with my religious (or lack there of) tendencies. I wonder if the uncomfort and angst I have around the holidays is coming out right now in my dreams…… !

Also, the old man was very nasty to us. He didn’t actually have a gun, exercise any type of force, or wield any other weapons but somehow we knew that we couldn’t leave and that he wouldn’t let us.

St. Felicity - the Flamenco Dancer Saint

April, 17th 2009

I was attending Dan G.’s BFA thesis, which was located in a church instead of at CIA (Cleveland Institute of Art) or somewhere in University Circle. This church was an extremely large Roman Catholic Church, and filled with golden statues and crazy gold church things. Dan was standing, with his work, near the altar. Everyone that came to his thesis presentation/critique were all situated in the pews, except for the front right pew. The front right pew was reserved for his family (much like a wedding/funeral set up in church) and had two half-sized caskets set up vertically. They were the recently dug up bodies of his mother and aunt, who had (somehow) died in the 1920s. They were both buried with bouquets of golden flowers with yellow dresses and golden floral pattern casket lining. Instead of being propped up toward Dan, his artwork, and his presentation, they were propped up facing the crowd. I was sitting in the pew directly behind them, and, since I was so close to them, I could see that they were really dusty because they were buried for so long – but somehow they looked like the just died yesterday – very preserved. After his presentation, there was a food reception in the back of the church. I walked through the buffet and out into this half – open hallway (open into the main part of the church) filled with gigantic statues of saints with votive lighting set ups. The last one on the left was a saint dressed in a black Spanish dancing costume. I walked toward Dan in the main part of the church and pointed to the saint in a Spanish/ latin American dancing costume and asked: “Why is there a Carmen Miranda statue here?” He explained that it wasn’t a statue of Carmen Miranda but a statue of St. Felicity, who was a Flamenco Dancer. I went back and inspected it to make sure he was right, which he was.
I ended up taking a lot of the food from the buffet and leaving. I was going on some sort of hiking trip, hiking from one city to another. I came across an abandoned house and was in it’s cellar heating up my food by steaming them in a bamboo box on a set of shelves that happened to be there. A girl came in and stole my food from me.

Notes:

• Although I went to Catholic schools for K – 12 grade levels, I am definitely not a Catholic, or Christian and do not identify with any specific religion. I am probably slightly more ‘religious’ than someone who is agnostic (neither denies nor accepts that there is a God/ higher power) since I believe that there is a ‘higher power’.
• Carmen Miranda is one of my favorite famous people.

Margaret Cho's Monkey Lizards

April 2nd, 2009

I was in someone’s garage – a garage not connected to a house, and actually, there were no houses on that property. There was just a garage with a driveway leading to it and hedges on either side. Also, on either side of the garage’s property were two houses, one on the right had a garage attached to it and very close to the hedge boundary of the garage I was in. The person that owned that property must also this lonely garage. I walked around, admiring all the crazy clutter, when I saw a metal 8 ft tall shelf with a weird infestation. They were strange monkey like creatures with some black fur and hands with opposable thumbs, but their back ends were green and chameleon lizard like. I couldn’t decide, through the whole encounter, whether they were monkeys or lizards. The only thing I did know was they were a very common animal – like sparrows or squirrels, and were everywhere. I started trying to teach them things. I tried to teach them how to give the middle finger, since I didn’t know sign language. I kept giving them the middle finger until they caught on and did it back. When they did, it looked more like the way that Margaret Cho does it, which actually looks really awkward. They will be able to pull their middle finger up, but only halfway bending their other fingers down instead of holding them down with their thumb. Then, some man noticed that I was in his garage and came in yelling ‘What did you see!?’ I pointed at the monkey-lizards and walked past him down the driveway in the bright sun – I think I was in L.A. or somewhere else wonderfully sunny and warm. He started following me really discretely, under the impression that I wouldn’t know he was behind me. I think he thought I saw something illegal in his garage (which I didn’t) and wanted to get rid of me. I would start talking to people about my problems and my fears about this guy following me. The guy would actually switch them out for someone that looked very similar to the person I was talking to. This person would try to kill me and I eventually caught on that the guy following me was omnipotent and was finding hit men that looked like the people I was talking to. I started to get more and more wary, and during one conversation, I realized that I wasn’t talking to the same person any more and actually saw the swap take place. I started running away.

Notes:

We went to see Margaret Cho in November, who is my favorite comedian, and I marveled at how she could flip people off without holding her other fingers down – and so effortlessly.

I visited L.A. this year to research grad schools. I also went to Florida this year as well, so this dream could take place at either of those.

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.