My 1/2 Ethnic Baby

I was at someone's house in NYC. This older, heavy, woman came up to me and handed me a baby. She said "Congratulations, it's a girl." I didn't remember being pregnant at all. I also didn't remember having unprotected sex with someone either. I took the baby, held it, and looked at it. I realized right away that it was definitely half of me, and then remembered giving birth earlier that day. Then I realized that it was definitely half of another race - non white. Then I was really confused. Who the hell fathered this baby? And why couldn't I remember having sex with them? At first I thought that the baby was half African American. I hung out at this house for a while, feeling like absolute crap - who fathered this kid? And why didn't I know I was pregnant until today? Then, I looked down at the baby again, and thought that she looked Asian, not African American. Then, later, I thought she looked partially Indian. I sat her down, and wandered around this house for a while wondering what to do because I am in school. I didn't know how I was going to take care of her, and then I decided that I should give her up for adoption because I couldn't love her. I took her, and snuck out of the house so the family living there wouldn't know what I was going to do. When I exited, I was outside at the airport taxi area of Laguardia. I started trying to hail a cab.

Robot Chicken//Whipped Cream

I was a blond girl – a naked plastic Robot Chicken puppet with a plastic yellow ponytail. I was in the woods with another naked, male, Robot Chicken puppet that had dark brown hair. I was holding a broom stick handle and looking at him. I hit him across the face with it. He got turned on by it and started hitting me back. Suddenly, I was watching this as if I were watching Robot Chicken. They kept hitting each other in the bushes and saying things like “Oh yeah, you like that?” etc., and then whipped cream simultaneously exploded from their Barbie-like crotch areas... Then they took out low-fi fake looking cardboard cameras and started taking pictures to keep for later.

Dimensional Guitars

It was Friday night. Mike and I met up and were going to go to a bar to hang out. We got there, and I met some guy… who I took back to my apartment to hang out with. He saw the guitar in my room, one that Jasper had let me borrow. The guy I brought back said he was going to show me something interesting. He grabbed my hand and sort-of jumped down the neck of the guitar along the strings then into the sound hole. Suddenly, I was in this other world that was an alternate dimension and existed alongside ours but without any NYC buildings. The guy that jumped in with me had changed. He was a tall, skinny, female alien. S/he told me that I was brought there to be impregnated so I could continue their alien race. She was the only female alien left and all the thousands of others there were male. I started freaking out and tried to get back out the way I came, but I couldn’t leave the alternate dimension through the guitar… so I started wandering around and avoiding the aliens. I walked up on a hill, and suddenly felt this breeze around my knees that felt like really cold February air. I bent down and found that there was an invisible hole that led back into my dimension. I could also feel an invisible door that could shut it too, but it didn’t have a handle. Once it was shut it could never be opened. I escaped through the tiny doorway, which was about the size of an eave doorway in an attic. I ended up coming out of a small cellar door onto a side of a hill with my apartment building to it’s left. I called Mike over and explained to him what happened. He asked me to show him how to get into the guitar, and I did. We crossed over into the other dimension, which caused Mike to turn into a solid navy-blue alien because he’s male. The others were all variants of many colors, so I could tell Mike apart from the crowds. I couldn’t get him through the invisible door for some reason so I had to leave him there to find more help. I noticed that it was snowing in NYC, and the snow was entering the invisible doorway and collecting near the entrance. I thought that maybe the alien that tricked me into coming there would find the invisible door outlined with snow and shut it, that way Mike and I could be stuck there forever. I left him to guard it and went back into our dimension. Jasper came over and I tried to explain to him how Mike was stuck in the other world and how we got there through the guitar. He didn’t believe me, so I told him to look out the apartment window and watch the cellar on the hill. I put my arm into the guitar’s sound hole and it appeared as though it was coming out the cellar door. I waved my hand frantically to prove my point. Jasper still didn’t believe me and thought I was messing with him. He thought my trick was amazing and wanted to know who was hiding in the cellar and synchronizing their arm movements with mine. I explained again how the guitar and cellar worked and showed him by throwing a pill bottle into the guitar’s sound hole. The pill bottle flew out of the cellar door and landed on the hillside. He still thought it was an amazing trick and still didn’t believe me. I asked him what I could possibly put through the hole that would convince him. He happened to have a different guitar and told me that he would believe me if I could get the neck of the guitar he brought to come out of the cellar. I did just that and he was finally convinced.



**the photo is Lauren Chester's from: http://artemer.wordpress.com/

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I was an eleven year old boy in a bedroom... and was partly lucid dreaming. I had no ability to change my surroundings, my gender, or my age but I was able to control my actions. I decided that, since I was a boy, that I should try to masterbate and see if I could get myself off. I figured that maybe I would be able to feel an orgasm in the same way a man does. I kept trying to, and got extreemely close but I couldn't get quite hard enough because I was too young and hadn't completely gone through puberty yet. Frustrating.

Note: This dream was about a year ago.

Gang Bangin' in the Negro Dome (an oldie but goodie)

* Note before reading: I am in no way racist or have any conscious animosity toward African Americans!

I don't remember much of this dream, other than I was living in a dome that had one door to enter and exit from it. I wanted more than anything to escape but I would be killed the second I tried to. It seemed as if the majority of the other people in this dome were African American as well. There were three ways to survive in this dome without being killed. One is to act like a zombie and wander around as if you didn't exist. But this wouldn't allow you passage out the door into the real world. The other two, which would grant you more freedom and alliances would be to be an extremely tough person and command the alliances out of fear, or to have sex with as many people as possible and gain alliances through your services. I chose to have sex with people, since I'm not a very tough person to begin with. I started gaining enough alliances when this extreemely tough and reputable man came up to me. His skin was very dark skinned and wearing all black. Because of that, and the lighting in the dome, the only parts of him that I could see were is white teeth and his eyes. They almost seemed to glow in the dark. He was going to help me break out of the dome....

*Notes: This dream could possibly have connections to Grand Theft Auto and other types of media of a similar nature. I will not rule out external influences of racism in society either, especially growing up in a racist home.

Penis and Barbie... together forever 03-17-08

WARNING: Contains some sex... or something....

Dream:

I was not a part of this dream, nor was I a third party watching it, it just simply existed and happened. Somehow I knew that it was an animation that I had finished...

There were two things laying on a table: a Barbie doll on the left and an erect penis about a foot away on the right. A long, clear straw started extending from the penis. It moved across the table and then passed through one of Barbie's ears and out the other. It extended about an inch further and then stopped. Then the penis 'came' through the straw, which flowed through the straw across the table and through Barbie's head. Then it dripped out the straw's end and landed on the table. The straw retracted and Barbie said: "Wow, I feel so clearheaded now."

My Thoughts/Notes:

This dream is actually on it's way to becoming the first of my dreams to be animated. It is a perfect candidate on many levels! It will be animated with cakes in the shape of Barbie and a penis... we'll see how everything turns out.

I'm not really sure what else to say about it, I wasn't so much of a Barbie fan as I was a My Little Pony fan so I'm not really sure where this could have come from internally. As a feminist, I see many problems with the Barbie doll as a toy for girls: the culture of consumerism among young women and girls, body image issues and expectations, etc. but none of that is really exemplified in this dream at all.