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.

Eeliscious

I was checking out Incan ruins. It was very hot and they were very stony and beautiful. I was afraid to go down the stairs because they looked like they could crumble at any minute… Then, we walked through this city, which looked nothing like an Incan city but more like an Italian Village. I walked through an aquarium, but there was a lot of water on the floor, maybe about 6 inches to a foot depending on where I was. There was a beautiful tree in the middle of a cobblestone sidewalk…planted there to look nice as pie. All these eels started attacking me, since I was still inside the aquarium. I started freaking out and stood on top of a large box. A shirtless blond man came over to help me.

Maggot Brain

I had to sleep in a cemetery with a bunch of people. For some reason, because of that, everyone got lice. I didn’t get lice, however I would have preferred it. I got small white worms burrowing in and out of my scalp. I kept picking at them like scabs, pulling them out of my head and hair. They kept coming back. I started washing my hair over and over and over and over and over. My scalp hurt terribly and I had small scabs and holes all over it. Eventually, I got all the visible worms out, but my head still hurt like hell. I thought they laid eggs in my head.

*when I woke up my head hurt and has been sore all day like I scratched it raw. I needed to make this image so large that it hurt the viewer.

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.

Epic Dream - Very LONG... 4.18.08 (partially a Lucid Dream)

April 18^th, 2008

* This dream is remarkable because it’s very rare that my ‘epic’ dreams have a final ending, although this was a final ending put forth by my conscious state of lucid dreaming. I have only been able to control my lucid dreaming from a specific standpoint and not necessarily from the entire dream, it flits in and out from conscious dreaming to unconscious uncontrolled dreaming.

*This is the second dream in a week that took place at my dad’s house.

Aaron and I were at his parents house in Lorain Ohio. We had been visiting and were on our way out the door. Aaron was going to take me somewhere specific and special to him that was down the street from his house. It was a place that could be apparently seen from his backyard, although later, when we reach our destination, I cannot see his house, but he is on his cell phone with his parents and they can see Aaron’s car…. We pulled into a parking lot, and Aaron started driving down one of the parking lot aisles going incredibly fast. I looked at the speedometer and realized that he was going about 50 MPH! I said: “Do you realize that you’re going 50?” He got surprised and slowed down. He called his family because he couldn’t find this childhood memory area in the parking lot that he wanted to take me to. They gave him directions, he went straight ahead, then right into this rather unkempt area of the parking lot that led into a park. We got out of the car, he got off the phone, and then we went in. We walked a little ways and came upon a large clearing surrounded by woods with a weird stainless steal island of kitchen cupboards in the middle of it. Aaron walked up to it, while I stayed where I was looking around. A rather large cat came up and I bent down to pet it. It was about twice the size as a domesticated house cat and had really dark brown fur. When it moved in certain ways, the light that hit its fur would make it shine an almost purple-blue color. The cat followed me up to Aaron and he started explaining the place he took me to. It was a self-serve ice cream station where, if you put a quarter in it, it will give you as much vanilla or chocolate ice cream you want as well as fixings like fudge, sprinkles, etc. There were a few different taps that each item would come out, the only limit to the machine is you had a certain amount of time to get whatever you wanted before it would shut off and you would need another quarter to continue. For the average, reasonable customer, one quarter was enough to get a good amount of ice cream and fixings. There were thin Styrofoam bowls to the left of the machine for you to pick up before you started. Aaron had two quarters for us, and put one in for me to start getting my fixings. I accidentally dispensed too much ice cream into my Styrofoam container. I grabbed another bowl and dumped half the vanilla ice cream into there, then gave it to the cat following me. I started reaching for the toppings when my quarter ran out! I looked down and the cat had started eating from my bowl as well. It was contaminated and I wanted another ice cream… but we only had one quarter left. I checked in my pockets and I didn’t have any. Aaron and I would have to split his quarter. I said that I would go check at my dad’s house, which happened to be a little further into the woods. I walked on and came to my dad’s. He was the only one home and was busy in the kitchen. The cat had followed me this whole way but I didn’t let it in the house. We started talking then I looked out the sliding doors. More and more animals were gathering in my dad’s backyard. I walked outside onto the deck to look at them. When I walked outside they seemed to get very agitated, as if they wanted to attack but were restraining themselves. I walked back in the house and started telling my dad my new concerns about the animals outside. He started telling me not to worry about it and it was no big deal. I kept looking out the window to see more and more animals outside on the lawn. I kept bringing up my concern, more and more forcefully than before. By that time, my dad was more than upset with me about it and kept yelling that it wasn’t happening and it was all in my head. Then, after this, at some point I became a different woman. I had long blonde hair and I was a little older than I am in real life. There was a black lady with me with long hair in many braids and a chubby older woman with reddish blonde fly-away hair. My dad was no longer there at all. By this time, there were tons of animals outside, wearing armor… and waiting. There were rows and rows of them, but far back in the distance was something on a throne sitting high above all the others. The chubby woman took the black woman’s hand, who took mine, and we ventured out into the crowd. Many of the animals swiped and punched at us but it was like there was an invisible wall that surrounded us that they couldn’t penetrate. We made our way to the creature that was on the throne, but I couldn’t make out what type of creature it was. It was large and dark green, with dry leathery skin. It was so tall that I couldn’t actually see it’s head. The two women with me and this creature talked for a long time about something, then we turned to leave. I momentarily let go of the black woman’s hand and then the creature made a loud yelling noise, as if he just realized I was there. I quickly grabbed on, and chained together, the three of us ran back into my dad’s house and shut the doors. It suddenly dawned on me who these two women were. The black lady was some type of a helper. The chubby red-haired lady was God… God then explained that she was there to supervise me. There were situations coming up with this animal war against myself, and I would have to figure out the right solutions in order to escape. She said that there was only one specific series of events that would lead to my potential salvation from this house and away from the animals, but if I didn’t make the exact and correct choices, I would be at the mercy of the animals. I began thinking of ways to confuse the animals once they broke into the house, and I decided on hiding in my dad’s bedroom since it had a bathroom coming off of it, as well as a window that I could escape from if necessary. I went to the two other bedrooms to shut them and lock the doors so that when the animals finally broke into the house (which I figured they would through the living room since it’s mostly full-length glass windows and sliding doors there) they wouldn’t know which room I was in and would have to try all of them. At first I thought of hiding in the small bathroom because there were no windows at all, so there was no chance that they would spot my exact location by an accidental jaunt in front of the window or a misplaced shadow or movement I could cast that they would catch onto. But, if those animals broke into that room, I would be cornered and surely killed. So, I locked up the other rooms in the house from the inside and then locked myself in my dad’s master bedroom with the two other women. I stayed in there for a really long time, listening to the animals rally and attack the house. I stayed close to my dad’s closet and away from the windows. After a while the attack slowed down, and then I looked down at my stomach. It was a bit pudgy. I was pregnant! Then God realized that I was pregnant too. I slinked by the window and looked out. There were no animals outside, it was almost as if they were never there. I started letting my guard down… then I heard men singing outside on my dad’s porch. I unlocked the door, walked down the hall and looked out the window onto the front porch. Three guys that I know (in the dream only, in real life I have no clue who they are, they look like no one I know) were singing on the porch. I opened up the door and whispered to them that it wasn’t a good idea and to stop it right now. They didn’t stop and kept singing. I turned around and walked back toward the hall, when I saw that cat looking at me from the other side of the living room through the full length glass windows. I walked by it and then back into the master bedroom, all the while the guys on the porch kept singing at the top of their lungs. Then, after I was in the master bedroom with the door locked, they stopped singing abruptly, in mid-sentence. Suddenly, the animal noises started up again and they had broken into the house. I ran toward the window of the room but I was surrounded on the outside as well as the inside, so I ran back into the bathroom and hid in the shower stall. God and the black lady accompanied me in there. The animals broke down the door to the master bedroom and started swarming in, making their way to the attached bathroom. Then God and the black lady grabbed a hold of me. The shower stall door opened and the animals started swiping at me, but their swipes were deflected by another invisible wall. They couldn’t see me, but they knew I was in there. Eventually, they gave up and all left. I ran out of the bathroom and bedroom and then into the hallway. They knew I was in that room, none of the locked doors were disturbed at all! To make things worse, I was out in the open, I couldn’t get into any of the other rooms because they were locked from the inside! Then I remembered the attic was right above me, I pulled the cord to the trap door and the stairs came down. I ascended into the attic along with the two other women. The black lady was last. She pulled up the stairs and shut the trap door… but forgot to detach the string that would enable the animals to get into the attic! I looked out the window and saw that I was looking into the garage at my dad’s house and into the other attic that faced over the garage, as if they were connected by the fact that they were attics. No animals were in site. They were all concentrating on the left side of the house where I was, but somehow through the window I could see that I was looking at the right side! The garage door was open and Lea’s car was parked in it, almost waiting for me to speed away in it. Then I realized why I could see the right side of the house through the attic window even though I was in the attic on the left. It was the same reason why God had shielded me from the animals in the shower stall… I had chosen the wrong course, but now that I was pregnant, God’s priorities had changed and now I needed to live. God was magically guiding me along to this purpose so that both me and my baby wouldn’t die. I looked out the window for a long time, wondering how to go about getting to thec car without attracting attention when I saw a long haired black and white cat walk across the garage with a kitten following behind it. The kitten had branches in it’s mouth. It came to a hole in the ground and tossed the branches in it, almost covering up the hole completely. Suddenly, the branches started moving, and another little black and white kitten popped out…

Suddenly, I was lucid dreaming, and I was trying to control this blonde woman to break the glass on the window to escape, since eventually the animals would discover the cord to the attic door and try there. I replayed it in my mind twice the actions of the woman jumping down onto the slope of the roof, then jumping onto the ground, running across the driveway, getting into the car with God and the black lady both in the back seat and driving away. I imagined it and forced it happening twice, and then I was no longer in control of anything.

I was me again, brunette and NOT pregnant J! I was in a nursing home with Jen from high school. I was trying to find a bathroom because I had to poop, while Jen was asking me about a project we had to do for Spanish class. She asked me what I was going to bring in, (we had to cook something) and I said I’m just going to bring in an avocado. This made her really angry because we had to make something OUT of an avocado, but when I told her that, I was thinking about hollowing out the avocado shell then making guac out of the insides and then putting it back in the avocado skin so it would be like a bowl of guac. I turned a corner and there was a rag on the floor of the nursing home soaked with something that smelled repugnant yet familiar. Later I realized that it smelled exactly like squirrel pee, but I knew that it was puke. (Squirrel pee smells like ammonia with a little extra spice). I found the bathrooms but they had these weird jelly-like toilet bowls in front of the toilets. My Noona was there, using one of the higher toilets because she had arthritis and couldn’t bend down to the shorter jelly mold toilet bowls. I tried to poop on one of the higher ones, but nothing would come out. I kept thinking about the avocado dish I wanted to make. I couldn’t go, so I got up and went to the sink. There were two sinks that I could use, and without looking I started using one. I looked down while I was washing my hands and I realized I picked the wrong sink. I was washing my hands over a huge storage of candy, from stuff that was wrapped to green gobstoppers. The gobstoppers were melting and sticking together from getting wet. I stopped and started using the other sink.

Notes:

* My Noona is no longer alive.
* I went to a Catholic highschool and gradeschool, I see undulating references to my rejected and early teachings on God, religion, etc. throughout this entire story.
* My dad lives in the middle of the woods, and I absolutely cannot stand being there at night.

Pee...... an oldie but goodie: Sept. 21, 2007

Dream:

In this particular dream, I was a 12-14 year old boy, pursued by a tall, black haired man in a grey shirt. He was chasing me in a house that was a giant maze of rooms and hallways. Even though he was gaining on me, I still had a one-up on him. I had a superpower. I could flex my hands (similar to spiderman) and expel a substance similar to black silly string right out of my palms. The stream that would flow from each hand was very thick, about the same width as my palms themselves. This stuff could make a forcefield and deflect the man coming after me. All of a sudden, his acomplice (a frail man with a long crooked nose and small glasses) accidently ingested some of my forcefield-making substance! Then I could no longer use my powers! No matter how hard I tried to flex my hands to produce the stuff, it wouldn't come out. Something dawned on the black haired man, that maybe his acomplice had ingested my powers and could turn them against me. He told the frail man to pee in a red tin and then drink a tiny amount. If he drank his own pee, he would be able to harness my powers and use them. He bent down and started drinking the pee but, instead of achieving the expected goal, he looked up at me wide-eyed and started crying, saying: "Please don't hurt my friends!" This proved that he was embodying part of me inside of himself, so if he actually drank the rest of his own pee he would possess my powers. I lunged forward and grabbed the tin. I ran down a hallway to my right. His pee kept sloshing back and forth in the tin and spilling on me as I ran. Then, while still running, I pinched my nose and then started taking gulp after gulp. I kept gagging as I drank it. Then, I forgot to hold my nose and pinched my ear shut to keep drinking it -- then I stopped realizing that I could taste the pee because I was pinching the wrong body part. I pinched my nose again and drank the rest of it, gagged on it, and continued running down the hall. My pursuer was at the end, blocking my only exit. I tried to stop him by ejecting the silly-string substance but I couldn't get my power to come back. I kept straining and straining to make the substance come out, but it wouldn't... even though I drank the acomplice's pee.

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.

Abandoned House Dream Series #3

The Dream: (this ones' a bit boring today)

I was exploring an abandoned house. It was in a neighborhood surrounded by houses that were not abandoned at all, with children playing in fenced yards. While exploring inside this house, I found an old, wonderful, and wooden dining room table that was in excellent condition. Somehow, I estimated that it was worth about $9,000.00 exactly. I wanted to steal it from the house. I found a truck, drove it to the house, and parked it in the back. I wanted to be very secretive about this entire process and did not want to get caught.

Dream Notes:

This is actually the third dream about abandoned houses that I have had in the past month, but the only one documented at the moment.

Welcome!

Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog! For the first few weeks I'll be skipping around in my dreamworld, touching on dreams from the past as well as dreams in the present! The dates of my dreams may skip back and forth from the current date to past dates as I find old dream journals or Word documents. Enjoy!