Perchance to dream

dropsoftwilight @ 2006-02-12T12:09:00

2006-02-12T19:59:31Z

Alrighty.

Situation: Brother’s out of town. Brother left dog with me until he gets back today (Sunday). Cats hate the dog. They hide and they hiss and they swat at him as he goes by. At night, dog sleeps with me, and the cats hang around the room, staring and silently cursing dog in Cat. Last night (as the night before), I left the bedroom door partially opened, kept the dog on the bed with me, and passed out.

Dream One: There was a story being read in a voice with tinges of an Asian accent. I didn’t see the person who was reading it, but I saw the story. It had been posted to thefirstline (at least in my dream), and the author (I’m assuming) was reading it. I don’t know if she was there, or if when I read it to myself, my mind’s voice took on her voice. Whatever. All I remember about the story itself, though it was read word-for-word in my dream, was that it was about first love. And while this person was reading the story, I had visions of Seth and Summer from The O.C. acting it all out in my head. The font of the story was very small, an 8 pt. one, I’d guess. And it was either Times New Roman or Courier.

All that I could see was a white screen covered in tiny writing.

/dream

I’m in the living room, and I hear LB barking at Odum. Odum is hissing and swatting at LB. I’m trying to get him out, and he won’t budge. So I picked up LB, stick him on the bed and then shoo Odum out, closing the door behind him.

My main thought? How the hell did I get into the living room? I can see maybe that I woke up, opened the door for Odum (sometimes he’ll howl on the other side of the door, swat at the doorknob, or, what it sounds like, slam his body against the door), and then gone back to sleep. But then you’d think I’d have the memory of getting out of bed and heading into the living room later, right? I had to have been sleepwalking. I can’t think of any other explanation. Especially since my memories are of the weird story dream, and then being in the living room. I don’t even remember getting from the living room to my bedroom again. I think LB barking is what woke me up. I remember, clearly, closing the door on two different occasions. Just never opening it. Once around three, and once around four-thirty or so.

I laid in bed freaking out for a while. I was thinking that maybe, somehow, I suddenly developed sleepwalking, and that I was now a danger to myself. I had visions of walking out of the apartment, while asleep, and crossing the street, only to get hit by a car. Or walking out of the apartment and not closing the door behind me and then the cats and/or dog getting out. What if I started walking around naked in the apartment complex, or something? I can never sleep again! I told myself.

But, I got to thinking that maybe I could lay traps for myself, and see what happens in the morning (assuming I didn’t wind up dead or in jail or something). Since I was kind of tired, the only real “trap” I set was to put a laundry basket in front of the door. I figured if I whacked my foot on it, or tried to open the door with that in the way, it might wake me up.

Dream Two: My freak-out-attack before going back to bed proved to be a bad plan. My imagination is going to be the death of me, I swear.

Anyway, I woke up in my dream to see that all the clues I had left for myself hadn’t worked. I’m not even sure if I woke up in the same place I had fallen asleep. I had moved furniture away from the door, and even arranged it differently (something I read is something sleepwalkers actually do) and I had ripped part of four different posters (and I gasped for every one I laid eyes on). There were doors opened and lights switched on that had been closed and off when I had gone to bed. I think I found a door that I hadn’t even known was there.

Towards the end of the dream, I was wandering in the living room. There was no furniture, and the room was huge. There was, however, a gorilla in the middle (this is like... the third dream featuring a gorilla I’ve had in the past few days). I said something like, “Nice gorilla” and then it growled and charged at me.

It sort of looked more like a guy in a gorilla suit than an actual gorilla. Just by the way it carried itself, I guess. When it was close to me, there was suddenly a couch. I grabbed the gorilla and flung him onto the couch, and then declared that it needed to fornicate with me right then and there. o.O (I looked up “gorilla” in a dream dictionary, and apparently it’s a symbol for repressed sexual energy. Oh boy)

/dream two.

I woke up in bed. The laundry basket was just where I left it. But, from the little bit of research I did, sleepwalkers walk around with their eyes open so they can navigate their environment. My little laundry basket idea wouldn’t have worked anyway, I guess. I’m really hoping it was a one-time deal. Though, there have been many times where I’ve woken up suddenly in the middle of a dream and have felt like I had been moving my arms or legs in a way that would directly relate to whatever was going on in my head. I woke once with my arms feeling... warm, I guess. Like I had just been flapping them or had them in the air.

I think I need to start hiding my car keys. I can’t imagine what would happen if Dream Me decided to make a late night stop at the local zoo.

Mel })i({

This is a long one.

2006-01-07T18:46:26Z

Ho-lee-shit. I’m totally unwell.

There are three sections I remember.

One: I had LB with me and I was... going somewhere? I needed someone to watch him for me because I was going to be gone for a while. It was another one of those dream deja-vu things, because I’ve been to this Dream Shopping Center before, just never in waking life. I could probably draw a map of the place.

Anyway, I went into this... shoe store? Maybe a shop for just accessories. I think the family knew me somehow. There were about five of them that worked there, and I think they were all Middle Eastern. The man has a super huge head. Ha. They were with a customer (yeah, I think all of them were busy with one person) when I came in, so I just waited.

After they were done, I talked to Big Head Man. I don’t think I even told him what I needed him to do, he just agreed to help me.

I have feelings of... worry and desperation attached to this dream for some reason. And that’s all I remember.

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Two: There was a whole section of the dream that happened before this, but I can’t remember what it was for the life of me. Not that anyone reads this, but do any of you have dreams that play out in immense detail, like you’re watching a movie? Too many of mine are like that.

Anyway, Jen (I think) and I were at some store shopping. Throughout the course of the shopping I think the Jen person morphed into some Jen/Christiane/Tiffany person. Either the person I was with was a combination of all three, or periodically the person was just someone else. Who knows. But, as in real life, I had no interest in shopping, so after trying on about five things and giving up, I started to wander around the store. I guess I didn’t find anything very interesting, because I came back over to my friend(s) not too much later to see if maybe she was finally done.

One my way there, some random girl stands up and says, “And you don’t even own a purple Ducati.” I think she had been bent down looking at something, and stood up just as I was coming her way. She flipped her hair (long, black and wavy) back, and what she said wasn’t being said to me. Either she was talking to someone behind me, or she had one of those annoying contraptions in her ear that people wear to 1) avoid getting cancer of the head and 2) piss me off to no end. And, somehow, I knew she was talking to a male. I don’t know what a Ducati is, but I don’t think any male should own a purple one. (Ha. I just looked it up and apparently it’s a motorcycle. How random.)

When I get to her, my friend, that is, she has a shopping cart piled with clothes. Like... a mountain. I spazzed out, because I knew I would end up being there forever. So I sat down at a bench (which was only a chair before; some women working there were randomly rearranging the furniture) and took out my laptop that I suddenly had with me, while I waited for her to try all that shit on. Eventually I had another three or four people around me sitting with their laptops too. One asked me what I was doing, and I told him/her I was waiting for a friend. I think s/he thought I was online on the laptop to fill out an application for the store I was in. Hell no.

One of the other people sitting around me was an old woman and her son(?). The old woman sat down on the floor (she had out of control red, sparse hair. And I think she was in a black jacket) and sat up against the arm of the bench I was on, her back towards anyone on the bench. After only a few minutes, it felt like the walls were shaking. I started looking around, scared, to see if anyone else had noticed it. The old woman’s son (I think he was in a blue, plaid shirt) said it was just because of the air conditioning. I looked up at the vent that was placed in the wall, directly above the bench, and I could see the wall undulating. It was all to reminiscent feeling of an earthquake to me, so I started to pack up my stuff. The son kept insisting that it was just normal, but I was having none of it.

Another woman took my place on the bench when I got up, and, moments later, her eyes were huge because she felt the wall undulating behind her, too. I explained to her that it was supposedly normal, but it was too much like an earthquake and couldn’t handle it.

I went back over to where my friend had been and there were two other girls there. I think I new one of them. I touched one of the skirts(?) she was thinking of getting, and she got pissed at me for touching it.

Some girl who was too large for the long skirt she had poured herself into came by and was looking at some stuff near us. She totally agreed with the other girl that no one should ever touch the clothes you’re thinking of buying. Erm. Right.

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Three: This is the freakiest one. One because of the subject of it, and two because of how damned detailed it was. I woke up with the strangest feeling.

There’s a whole chunk of the beginning of this one that’s missing, too.

Anyway, I was in the south, I think. It had a sort of hick-like feeling to the town I was in. I was just leaving a store, I think, in a beat-up pick-up truck. I was sitting in a backseat. There was a woman (skinny, white, sandy-brown hair in a ponytail that was starting to come undone) that was handcuffed to the door handle of a sea-green pick-up next to ours (there had to be someone in the car with me since the thing was backing up and I was in the backseat, right?). I watched as her eyes turned black, her jaw elongated and her teeth turned pointy. She was possessed, and said something nasty about people who are “religious”, or just religion in general, as we drove away from her.

Either Corey turned into the possessed person, or he was the one that caused her possession, I’m not sure.

Somehow, this turned into me being chased by Corey. I was just coming out of another store, later in the day, or on a different day entirely, I’m not sure, and was in a blue pick-up truck this time. I saw Corey with a funnel of some kind that he was using to shoot tranquilizing darts at people. I saw him shoot the passengers of another car. Scared, I started to drive away.

I saw a beat-up, white billboard that had the word “India” on it, and I knew I was in the section of town that was populated primarily by Indians. So my brother was hurting them because they were Muslim, since he was possessed and all, and a hater of religion.

There was another clear-as-day billboard I saw when I was driving away from my psycho brother, but I can’t remember it now.

Eventually, I’m in a house. Two stories, I think. I was running from Corey, and he’s trying to shoot me with these darts... because it’s his mission to kill me, or possess me, I don’t know which. I was running across a room on the top floor, I think, the floor wooden and freshly polished, when he shot me. It just grazed my ear, and I saw the fallen dart on the floor. I fell onto my stomach, feigning being hit. My feet were up. And I think there was a rocking chair close to where my feet were.

I heard him leave the room, and I was waiting for some other sign that it was okay for me to move (like a door closing, or a car starting up and driving away). He came back, and was standing near my side. He started jumping up and down on the floor, trying to get me to flinch, I guess, because he wasn’t sure he had hit me. I kept still, and I kept my feet in the air.

Then I see a bottle roll in front of me. A small one, like for medicine. The name of the stuff inside was long, but I know it started with an R. Corey said that he had to take the R stuff, because it was the only way he could kill me. The R stuff was a flesh-eating bacteria that turned the infected person into a crazed maniac. He ran away.

I get up and see a possessed, crazed Corey come at me (though it looked nothing like him) and some how I fought him off with a blanket? Haha. I wrapped him up in it and pushed him I guess, getting him tangled in it.

I ran down the hallway, and then in and out of rooms, trying to get out of the house. I kept thinking I heard him, and would have to back-track. All I really remember of the decor was that one room had a huge, rumpled, green quilt on one of the floors.

I eventually made it into one of the downstairs rooms (another place I’ve never seen in waking life, but I could totally draw you a picture of it). There were flattened cardboard boxes in a few of the corners; two floor-to-ceiling windows; a light-brown hutch between the windows; an old chair, beige, was in a corner; a lamp with a gold stand and an off-white lampshade was next to the chair; on the other side of the chair was some plastic wrapping.

And on the wall opposite the hutch was a huge wicker armoire. The real Corey was in there. I could hear him breathing. The real Corey had to kill me, but he was using this possessed flesh-eating-bacteria-filled maniac do the job for him because he didn’t have the guts to kill his own sister. I guess that’s good, right?

I started to hide where the cardboard boxes were, but that wouldn’t have been a good place. The wicker armoire would have been good, but it was occupied. So I hid behind the chair, even though the front half of the room was totally open and all you really had to do was look and you’d be able to find me. I knew the real Corey had to have heard me, but I was praying he wouldn’t let the psycho know where I was.

Not a few minutes later, as I’m pressed to the floor, peering around the room and the hallway through the space between the chair’s bottom and the floor, I see Corey get out of the armoire. His feet are covered because he had put on a huge, ruffly, green-with-white-polka-dots dress while in the armoire. I saw the dress move across the front of the chair, and kept angling myself as if that would keep me hidden from sight. All he had to do was peer over the back of the chair.

He started to walk into the hallway. As he left, I started to stand up, hoping he couldn’t hear me moving. He had a gun in the air, and a battery was taped (regular scotch tape) to the trigger. Every time he moved, I moved. But the windows behind me and the mirrors in the next room over gave me away. He saw me, and turned to look at me directly. He held the gun up, but upside down. He smirked at me.

And then I woke up.

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LORD it's been a long time!

2005-10-10T09:22:07Z

I think I was in Louisiana. There were flooded streets and a couple upset about lemons. My brother and Mason had their clothes stolen from them. Someone hung the boys’ clothes on the tree like there were still people in them. I found the boys and cut them loose with a large knife I had. We ran and ran, looking for my mother. I got separated from the boys again and came upon a swarm of zombies. I went to talk to them because, hey, what else are you supposed to do when you happen upon a group of zombies?

They grunted at me, mainly, because that’s what zombies do. Then they told me to go into the little house and tell the woman that they were sorry they ran her over. I did it. Because… you’re supposed to listen to zombies? When I was pushed into the room, one of the zombies told me that the place was haunted. Okie dokie.

The “house” was made up of a bedroom and a bathroom. I walked around the bedroom which was occupied with one large bed protruding into the middle. The sheets were disheveled. I said things like, “Hi, my name is Melissa” and “Is anyone in here?” I saw a stream of green mist/smoke coming out from the base of the mattress. It went behind me and materialized into this pissed off woman with short, curly, blonde hair. She had green eyes, I think.

I tried telling her that the zombies were sorry for running her over. She was their teacher? I kept telling her that they thought she was a great teacher, and I had a hand over my stomach because I was scared of her. Or something. The more I talked, the nicer she got. Eventually I convinced her to venture outside to talk to the zombies. When we opened the door however, the zombies were all full of grunting and rage and tried to get in the room. Ghost Lady and I shut the door and barricaded ourselves into the bathroom.

She was ranting to me about, “Oh em gee, how could you let them in!?” while I sat on the floor and held the door closed with my feet. She eventually helped me because the zombies got into the bedroom and were pushing against the door.

There were four checks taped to the wall. Four+ thousand dollars each. I was asking her what they were, and she wouldn’t tell me. Hello, Ghost Lady, give them to me! You’re dead. The fourth check had letters in the amount box. Like… “HSGT.45” or something. It was a check from a contest, and if you got it you could make big bucks? Why the hell was the old dead lady holding onto them? I dunno.

I was just eyeing the window, thinking about how I was going to escape when I woke up.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-06-07T00:07:00

2005-06-07T06:59:34Z

So... there was this store that I frequented. It sold random things, like stationary and stickers. Probably candy. It was something like a family owned Walgreens type store.

Anyway, I was in there looking at stickers. Rochelle was there, and we were going on and on about the stickers we used to have when we were younger. I liked the fuzzy cat ones. She did, too. I found a set of them on the rack, pointed them out and we laughed about it.

While we were still perusing, the owner of the store, who was a combination of Christiane and Chen, started to panic and closed the blinds of the shop. We all knew what that meant. There were rival gangs in the area, and there was a war going on between them. I think I might have been one in one of them. Not the typical sort of gangs, though. Sort of like rival races out of a fantasy novel, but not really. I know, that makes no sense. But it was basically a war between Us and Them.

Anyway, we all hit the floor and hid. Seconds later, the store gets riddled with bullets. We're (I think only females were in the store) all screaming and carrying on.

Soon, whoever didn't get shot, was taken outside. I was crying so hard. This clan of guys (all Hispanic, I think and all gorgeous) ran up to us. We knew they were in the other side of the gang, and they wanted to take whoever was still alive.

I turned to them, still crying my eyes out, and said, "You all look like nice guys! Don't do this!" They laughed at me. And then this hot guy in a red shirt pushed his way from the back of the group up to me and showed me that he had a silver coin sitting on the back of his hand. He held it up to me so I could see it. There was a large C on it.

He smirked at me and said, "You know what 'C' stands for?"

I pretty much was focusing on trying to maintain steady breathing.

"It means I get to cut you."

I went into another round of crying. The girls that had been in the store then got paired up with the remaining guys so they could do things to them. We walked off in pairs, but all walking at the same time. I was sort of walking behind him, but he had a hold of my hand. He had my arm draped around one of his shoulders.

He took me into this house that clearly had been abandoned. I think it might have been mine, because I think I had keys. He locked us in and then I started to make him food. I don't remember him asking me to, but I was doing it. I was making a beef dish of some sort.

He started to eat it, and I was just standing in the kitchen feeling generally lost and scared out of my skull. He came up behind me and handed me a piece of the food, telling me to eat it. I just shoved it in my mouth, because I was hungry, without looking at it. I started to gag and spit it out. The piece he gave me was already chewed up, and had made him gag too. He laughed at me.

Then he tied me to a table, limbs going in four different directions. He said something about wanting to bleed me slow, and cut my left forearm. Blood and organs were coming out of it :x

Then the line between my dream and my waking mind working in overdrive blurred and caused this:

He actually was in love with me, but had all this rage because I was one of "them" in the war between the gangs. He was mad because he couldn't have me, because I wouldn't associate with one of "them". I would, he just assumed I wouldn't. He had made sure he "got me" after the shooting fest at the store to ensure I wouldn't be killed.

We're locked up together for about a month, no one really caring about either of our whereabouts. We start to become more and more smitten with each other. Then, one day, the house we're in gets shot up. He helps me escape, and we run off together, knowing we're all each other has, because we can never go back.

I'm thinking of turning it into a story :x

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-05-24T13:25:00

2005-05-24T20:19:23Z

I was in a house. I think my mom and Corey were with me. I was standing facing the door to the house... maybe it was an apartment. Doesn't matter. Buzzing around either side of the door were these clam-like fly-things. Yes, clam-like. As in they had shells. Then they landed and clustered together in two bunches. One on either side of the door. They looked like clusters of mussels or barnacles you see on rocks or on the bottoms of boats.

My mom and Corey wanted to know what in the hell those were. I wasn't fazed by it, since they showed up every other year, apparently.

A little later, while I was sitting (laying?) down, I felt a little irritation on my ankle, and saw that one of the sets of mussels was attached to me :x

I wasn't fazed by that either.

I told my mom and Corey that I just had to get some of the foamy insect repellent to get rid of them. I sounded a little worried that the repellent wouldn't work, though. I sprayed a hell of a lot of it on my ankle and then covered it with a brown towel. A few minutes later (and I think Corey was sitting next to me), I took the towel off and all the mussels were all smashed and dead. I felt a little guilty about it.

Then I was thinking that I needed to find a way to spray the stuff on the ones on the other side of the door. Before I could come up with a plan, I woke up.

o.O

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-05-13T14:47:00

2005-05-13T21:51:02Z

Well, since I actually remember some of this dream, and am not too lazy to post it, I figured I should update this thing. Sorry I've been neglecting you little dream journal :(

Anyway...

I can't remember most of it; I just remember a chunk that happened before my snooze alarm went off for the five-hundredth time this morning/afternoon.

My mom and Corey were going on and on about a movie they had gone to see. I think Fernando went with them. And I think I was a little miffed that no one asked me to go. We're sitting at the dining room table and I have my head in my hands and I'm leaning forward on the table. I say, "What did you guys see?"

My mom said, "Positive Identity. It's about a boy who is forced to kill people and lives a very sad life because of it."

And then I got this flash of something in my head. There was a doll -- or a kid, I don't know -- that looked like Chuckie. The scary one, not the cute, cartoon one that's scared of everything and can't keep his shoes tied. He's standing at the window, with a horrible blank stare on his face, staring at an Asian man in a chair.

The Asian man had just been talking to his son about the movie and how one of the victims was an Asian man.

Then the boy runs outside and throws his arm around the possessed boy-doll-thing, who was standing further out on the lawn, and says, "He have to choke-a an Asian man". And then he sort of laughed.

And then I woke up.

WTF?!

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-04-15T16:27:00

2005-04-15T23:48:07Z

For vacation, my family and I went back in time. My family consisted of a father, mother, two brothers and a sister. We all went back to a time just before W.W.I.

All I have are bits and pieces. Random flashes. It's not a drawn-out story line like my dreams usually are.

I remember us driving down a street. It was sort of old-fashioned looking. There were run-down houses on either side. And there was a long staircase that run up from the sidewalk to a large house at the top of the hill.

There are two vivid parts of the dream...

One: There was an old bookstore/restaurant/bar place. I loved the feel of it. I'd love to be able to actually go there. Everything was wooden. It was dark and homey.

There were volumes of books lining the underside of the counters (underneath the lip). I remember seeing a few Harry Potter books and Chocolat. I really wanted Chocolat since I figured that if the movie was that good, the book must be amazing. I don't know when the book was written, but I don't think it was written in pre-W.W.I. time. And, obviously, the Harry Potter books weren't.

There was a woman who pulled out a book that had "world" in the title. She said it was a really good book. And she pulled out a few pages and showed me a map. All the books were hard-covered and beautiful.

While I was trying to get my mom (who, in the dream, was a woman I've never seen before) to buy me the book, there were other customers who wanted to buy things. The only two cashiers were on the opposite side of the counter, helping other people. A man, maybe my father -- maybe some guy that I just happened to know -- went behind the counter to start ringing up people's purchases. We all thought he was quite the funny fellow. And he had a silly paper hat on his head.

Two: My little brother (again, someone I've never seen before. And in the dream "little brother" really means little... he was probably somewhere between six and eight) and I were walking back to our house. I think it was a house. It was up almost two hundred feet in the air (186 comes to mind for some reason) and it was similar to a treehouse.

While we were heading there, we saw the boy that I had seen earlier in the dream. He was about my age and was living in what looked like a discarded gasoline tank -- those cookie-dough-tube shaped ones. Inside was a bunch of pigs all covered in mud and moss. The boy was covered in it too. I think I had a crush on the Moss Boy. And I was a little obsessed with wanting to touch the stuff that covered him.

While I was internally obsessing, I was giving my little brother a life lesson of sorts. I was ranting about how I write even though I know I'm not good at it because I love to do it. I don't know what sparked that little rant.

Next thing I know, the brother and I are up in the treehouse thing, and I think Moss Boy was there too, if not nearby.

While we were up there, I saw things shooting across the sky. Arrows lit on fire, or something. One of them landed in the trees below us and started a massive forest fire. I knew that we had to get away quickly, or the house would collapse. Moss Boy was scared, I remember.

And then I saw old W.W.I fighter planes start to fly over. I realized that the first WW was starting and that we had to get away and find the rest of the family.

The only way down was on a cord, I think. It was like, just then, a camera panned away and I watched as my brother and I lowered ourselves 186 (?) feet to the ground. It went in spurts though. We'd descend fifty-feet at rapid speeds and then jerk to a stop before we descended a far distance again. And we were screaming the whole way.

There was a crazy camera-like effect while I was screaming for the last time before we hit the floor. It was like the screen turned yellow and green. Like someone turned on the special effects.

Again... I have no idea.

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I started typing this up at two yesterday afternoon. Damn work!

2005-04-14T08:14:03Z

I was in bed -- in my dream -- laying there, just staring at the ceiling (which I also often do while awake). Usually, if I'm just laying there, there are few things that will physically get me out of bed. The apartment phone ringing is one of them usually. So, in the dream, the phone rang and I got up to get it. But, halfway there, someone rang the doorbell that I don't have. So I figured that held precedence over the phone... which probably was someone telling me I could lower the mortgage rates on the house I don't own, anyway.

But, since I'm just as retarded in Dream Land as I am in the waking world, I peered out of the peephole, rather terrified of who or what could be on the other side. I guess the guy knocking was rather impatient, because by the time I got there, he was walking away. He looked sort of Native American, and had long black hair.

My Dream Peephole is a little amazing because it had a wide range. It was more like a telescope, it seems. I could see a cabin-type house that was diagonally to the left of me. There were two white chairs in front of a smashed up window. And it looked like maybe there was nothing left of the house but the charred, wooden frames. For someone reason, just briefly, I thought the NA guy was coming to blame me for the broken window.

Since he was walking away though, I headed back to my room. The apartment was set up exactly like the one I'm in now, except for two things. One, the windows in my Dream Bedroom were pretty much floor-to-ceiling. And two, the foundation was about five feet off of the ground.

As I was stepping into my room, I saw that the NA guy was coming back. He was ripping a sheet of lined paper off a pad, one page in his mouth. I got scared, again, and dropped to the floor. The only problem was that I'm just as stupid in my dreams as I am in life. The blinds on my window were open and one side of the glass was standing open too. There was about an inch between the carpet and the start of the window.

Just as I dropped to the floor, sprawled out on my stomach, NA guy had just passed by the open window. I held my breath, hoping he didn't see me. Two seconds later, NA's head appears and I half-smile at him from my position on the floor.

He says something like, "I leave you note?" and holds up the paper he has.

I tell him to just tell me what he has to say. He starts to back away and I start to stand up and walk to the open window.

In the process of doing that, the scenery sort of changed. I was standing in a doorway, my head poking out through the space I made with a sliding glass door. I think the doorway was connected to the patio of this rustic restaurant/bar type area. NA guy was just off the patio, standing by a support beam.

And I think he morphed into this goofy looking white guy at some point. Anyway, this guy was asking me when I was going to finish my work in Churchism. I remember signing up for some religious thing in another dream. This Churchism business seemed like a combination of Catholicism and Scientology. And I really don't like either. Well, I just don't like organized religion. Anyway, I just let this guy ramble on. He was saying a lot of things that were just offensive to me, but I couldn't get myself to stand up and say "Hey, ass, stopit!"

While he was preaching to me (which I hate passionately), there was a group of very strangely dressed people. Strange as in one man was wearing a cowboy shirt and a saddle on his lower half wrapped up in a purple boa. And he was wearing a huge hat too.

There was a club or something where everyone dressed in costume. In the woods. Whatever. So, the MC of the night came out and was dancing and being a crazy ass. My god the boy was gorgeous. I kept staring at him, fully ignoring the guy that was trying to get me to finish Churchism.

The guy had noticed before that I wasn't sticking up for myself against the Churchism man, and that I had no expression on my face at all. He had mentioned that aloud to me while he was being his goofy self. But when he saw me staring at him, and smiling like it was my life's mission, he got the hint that I thought he was hot as hell.

Eventually, he was leading all the crazy people inside. Before he went in, he whispered, "Meet me later". None-too-stealthily, I said, "Where? Here? When?"

He held up his last three fingers, meaning three a.m. I said, "Where? Here?" again. He said yeah, to meet him there. And then he was gone.

But he was only gone for a few moments. He came back out and sort of pushed me up against the wall (*fans self*). He was too tall for the place we were standing and had to hold his head at a weird angle. We were whispering things to each other. I have no idea what they were, I just remember liking him being that close to me. And, my god he was beautiful.

Did I mention he was beautiful?

Suddenly I was sitting at a table (on the patio of the rustic place)... next to Chen and across from some long-haired woman. She had a huge stack of papers cut out into the shape of t-shirts. And they had boxes with pictures in them.

I was talking to Chen about the Churchism guy and how he had upset me so much. I looked beside me and saw a guy that looked like the one that was preaching to me, but I wasn't sure. The long-haired lady was all upset by the guy and his preachiness. And then it turned out that the guy that was sitting near me was the Churchism one. And I think he overheard me.

The hot boy sat in the chair with me; he was sitting behind me.

Not too long after that, there was some sort of warning for an explosion. Everyone got up and was running away from it. It was like someone had poured gasoline on everything and lit a match and we were all running away from the rapidly moving flames.

There was some connection to Superman. Either I turned into him, or I was pulled out of the dream and I was watching him run away. He/I got caught under a truck/car and Lana was there looking in.

And then there was a mass of people. I think they were rich, and I think one set was in a horse-drawn carriage.

I was looking at the drawn portrait of a lady before I woke up.

Wtf.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-04-12T13:11:00

2005-04-12T20:31:39Z

I think the dream started at a house. I'm almost positive Jen was there. I know I was with at least one other person, but I don't remember who.

We had once all been welcome there, but something happened and we no longer seemed to be allowed anywhere near the place. I don't know why. And I don't know why we were there to begin with.

When we had snuck into the house, shortly afterwards, we heard noises and hid. I hid outside on the porch by a planter. An older lady peered out and saw me. Then more old people came to the glass, looking and gawking at me as if I were an animal on display at the zoo. I got up and did a crazy dance that apparently was the equivalent to "Up yours, geezers!" and sauntered off the steps.

Me, Jen and maybe my mom (who was with me changed throughout this whole thing) were on a beach of some kind. I remember sand, sparse trees, wooden debris and being near the shore.

One, if not all, of us was fishing. While we were fishing/standing by the shore, I saw a dorsal fin sticking out of the water, very close to shore. I called a warning to the people I was with. We watched as a shark, maybe three feet in length (really, it looked more like a vicious, miniature porpoise), jumped out of the water and onto land. We freaked out and started to back away. I told someone to throw a fish to it, thinking it was acting like an Orca whale that snatches food off the shore. Maybe if it got fish, it wouldn't want human.

Someone tossed a fish, which the shark went after, and then we all bolted back to the house. We were freaking out shortly afterwards because the shark had traveled the whole way on land, It was chomping its teeth and was slamming into the glass door.

The old people were gone. Or hiding. As we sat there, trying to think of what to do, the shark started munching on the leg of a cat (Ahahah; it was black, brown and white).

Somehow we got the cat away from the shark and the cat limped away. And then I saw a cat that looked just like Dusty out there and I damn near had a mental breakdown. I ran to Corey's room (?) and saw Dusty wandering around in there and Odum asleep with Corey. I closed the screens and windows so no more cats could get out.

When I got back to the other room where I had left the people I was with, I saw that they were outside. The shark was in the water of the plant-covered swamp that appeared out of nowhere. There was a shark-shaped hole in the plants. The two people I was with (I don't even know who they were) were screaming because the shark could be anywhere (why the hell they went out there is anyone's guess).

We called warnings to each other when we spotted the fin coming out of the water and at one point there was a battle between one of the people and the shark. The other person (who was an overweight brunette, I believe) said something like, "Two feet by two feet. Hmm, Maybe it's not a shark". It really looked like a porpoise.

The swamp turned into a swimming pool and the shark/porpoise started doing these incredibly high jumps. And it had a flaming red eye.

The girl who had been battling it before got out of the pool.

The next time the shark/porpoise jumped, there were two of them. They swam to the other side of the pool and someone (like a voice from above) told us to feed them fish. So we did. Except, instead of just throwing them raw food, one of the girls had gone in and cooked a bunch of stuff. She dropped in cooked fish and octopus.

The shark/porpoises had turned human, one male and one female. The male was saying something along the lines of "She removed the bones?" He was upset that his food didn't crunch in his mouth, as it would if the bones were still in it.

He told me -- why me, I don't know -- that he would accept this only one time, but next time there would be trouble. He threw an octopus at me, which I thought was dead, but its suckers were sticking to my neck and it was wrapping it's legs around my face.

I'm telling you, I'm not well.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-04-05T13:56:00

2005-04-05T20:53:19Z

Jen and I were driving on the freeway in two different cars. I didn't want her driving behind me, I said we had to drive alongside each other (I think we were just screaming at each other through our windows). She was in a white care and I was in a long, black Lincoln Towncar sort of thing. At one point, the road veered off, and looked like the metal railings that rollercoasters travel on. Jen turned in time, but I just went flying off the freeway and into a dumpster.

Jen was there in the alley, or wherever, and I was outside the dumpter picking up my bike. Jen had one too. She hopped on her bike and told me to follow her. As I did so, this group of grubby, homeless people were coming at me from behind a fence. Jen told me to just ignore them or not look at them when they ask for money. I did that, and I could hear a few of them talk about how "beautiful" I was. A few of the guys could have been attractive too. Grubby, but attractive. But I was scared of them. And me ignoring them was pissing a few off.

I heard a few of them talking about the things they wanted to "do" to me, and I got more scared. I hopped off the bike and started running. I was being followed by one of the guys, I think.

There were broken, wooden walls, hanging, torn fabrics and general dirtiness everywhere.

Then the story changed somehow. I was a fugitive, or something. I was sneaking around houses and such trying to stay hidden. I came to one house, and, since I was being followed, I dove through the hole in their back door. I was in a very narrow laundry room. I smashed myself up against the wall, between one wall and the washing machine. Ahead of me was another door that had a hole for me to dive through that would get me back outside again. I knew I had to go that way.

I head that direction and see that there is a bed just by the door with about ten black cats and a huge black labrador all sleeping on it. I panicked a little. I think I might be a little scared of big dogs. Anyway, I decided to sneak by. I made a noise though and startled the dog and woke it up. It growled a little bit. I got scared, but made myself try and think my way out of the predicament. I found a toy on the floor. I waved it in its face and threw it. It went bouncing after it and returned seconds later. I threw it further and he retrived it. When he came back, it was prancing. And it was smiling.

I threw it again and then dived through the hole in the door and ran for the fence. The backyard was made up of three fenced-in sections. I hopped over the first wooden fence and hid, waiting to hear if anyone was coming. I did the same thing for the remaining two fences and then started running down the street.

And, somehow, I could hear the thoughts of the woman inside the house I had just been in. She was saying something like, "I could hear the chairs moving on the lawn. I was so scared. Every time I heard a noise, I thought I was in danger." I remember feeling really bad about that.

I think I sat on a corner for a while before going into the diner where Jen worked. She was all nonchalant like, "Oh, where did you go? I was looking for you."

And then someone singing "Breakaway" really off-key outside my apartment made me wake up.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-04-02T12:37:00

2005-04-02T20:53:19Z

There was something about Texas Hold 'Em and Vegas. I think my mom and I were flying there.

My mom and I were on a plane. I don't think the flight itself was in the dream, or, if it was, I just don't remember it. Either someone told me or I knew that the plane that landed before ours had landed in the parking lot. Then our plane starts to do the same thing, almost slamming into a parked gray truck. There were people already in the parking lot taking pictures because of the first plane, and I saw them plugging their ears when the plane I was in was landing.

My mother and I are then outside the plane, sitting at a table I think. There was a pile of nail polish bottles that my mom had bought. Some were for me, some were for my mom and some were for Corey. He was there suddenly. I was teasing him about the pink bottle, asking him if that one was for him.

There was a bottle that looked like it had three colors dumped in it, but they didn't blend together if you shook it. Every time you take the brush out of the bottle, a new combination of colors would be on it, so you would, essentially, have a different design on each nail. When I first took the brush out, it had pink, purple and black on it. I told my mother it was tacky and she looked really hurt by that.

This little girl appeared. She was blonde I think. My mom and I were sitting at a table and I was painting my nails with the "tacky" polish. I think I said a few words to the little girl, but she was just sort of standing there watching my mom and I.

The pilot from the plane I had been in (the table my mom and I were sitting at was near the parked plane) walked past us and headed through the glass doors of the building my mom and I were sitting outside of. The pilot said something along the lines of "It's not my fault... they are just so fuckin' big" to the person he was walking with. My mother and I thought that was quite funny and I announced that I loved pilots before I went back to painting my nails.

Then I feel a breeze on my left hand, the one I'm done with, and see that the little girl is blowing on my nails. I think I tried talking to her again. Then, somehow, I got a smudge of purply blue on her dress. She backed away... not upset in the least, however. I told her that she should go into the bathroom and put cold water on it. She said something along the lines of "Do you think I care? It's just a dress".

And then her dad, I think, who possibly was also the pilot, brought out two plates of cookies. I think he had brought us some before, because my mom was happy to have more. I'm pretty sure I actually smelled them in my dream. I think I had a few chocolate chip ones before I woke up.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-03-13T12:44:00

2005-03-13T22:45:11Z

I was in a large shopping plaza. There was a long stretch of connected stores.

I was with several people, but I don't remember who they were. I know they were familiar, at least.

Someone in my group asked me if I liked football -- there was a display case of Nerf-like footballs. There was a dark purple one that had gray-plastic-coated holes. When you throw the ball, air passes through the holes and that sets off these red lights around the gray plastic.

I threw it, intending to throw it over the head of the girl in front of me, who I think I knew. It hit her squarely in the back of the head, however.

She turned around, shocked, but not mad, and I don't remember what she did next. The next thing I remember is that somehow I was responsible for a runaway car (I didn't forget a letter. I didn't mean cart. I mean car). It was a huge gray truck. I'm pretty sure that this happened before. I ran away from my friends, chasing after the truck, because I didn't want it slamming into parked cars in the lot. Two cars, with their headlights blazing, had to slam on the brakes in order to avoid hitting me.

As I was getting closer to the truck, I noticed something weird. The way it was moving, making controlled turns and such, I had a feeling, as did one of my friends that appeared next to me, that someone had to be in the truck (we thought that it was empty before). We found out, when the truck drove by us, that it was being driven by this really attractive white guy. He had his hands off the wheel, like he was riding a roller coaster that was about to take a plunge, and he had a smug expression on his face.

Then this guy (I think he was Asian) and I were on a mission in the shopping plaza. I was across the lot from what I think was a Home Depot (based on the colors I can remember) after the Runaway Truck incident, and that was where the guy and I needed to go. We had two cards, well, I had them. They were like hotel keys. The person who had given them to us told us that we'd need them. We both had plastic bags (something was in them and the handles were tied together) in one hand, and I had a pencil and eraser in the other. The guy I was with had his arm in a sling, except his arm wasn't broken.

We had to be on the first floor, but, because some guy running up after us scared us, we went through the wrong door. The store was set up the same way as another store I've dreamt about, but I've never been to it in real life. We had to go up the escalators in one part of the store in order to take the escalators back down into the area we needed to be. There was hole in the wall, which looked a little like the tube-slides you'd see on a playground. Two guys, each with their arm in a sling, guarded the opening. To my left, there was a conveyer belt and men with one arm in a sling were on it, heading in our direction.

We gave the men the hotel keys. We were told to drop our belongings (the plastic bags) outside the giant hole before we crawled in. I remember fingering the pencil and eraser in my pocket to make sure they were still there. I had been worried that the men wouldn't let me through because my arm wasn't in a sling, but it didn't seem to be a problem.

While the guy and I were crawling up the tube, his cell phone went off. I took mine out, put it on silent and advised him to do the same. He said that if he did, it would just go "Shh, shh" -- implying he wouldn't be able to hear it.

Well... duh.

I think there was a window in the tube; I think I remember seeing trees. And the guy made some offhanded comment about blood.

Eventually we were in a house of some sort, it was dark and wooden. While we were in this place, the guy I was with sort of changed. There was suddenly sexual tension and I believe that he and I had done the horizontal mambo the night before. Thing was, I couldn't remember it, something that wasn't all that strange of a concept to me in the dream. I was reliant on him to tell me how things went. It was like I was a friend of myself, trying to find out information from the boy I had hooked up with... to figure out if he had enjoyed the night with me. Cookies to you if you followed that.

We were looking for something. There were brochures (or something similar) about Pirates of the Caribbean and the guy said that it was the best movie ever made.

We explored a few rooms and then came across a sort of bedroom. I suddenly had two female companions, the boy was somewhere else. We were looking through all these trendy clothes that I didn't know my non-trendy friend had. And her clothes were on display... on half-body mannequins, as if we were in a mall.

There was something about me dying my hair light brown, because it would be similar to the blonde wig/dye one of my friends had.

The boy returned, with another male friend that looked similar to the lead singer of Smash Mouth, but skinnier. One of the girls made a comment about the guy's hair, asking if he really never did anything to do it. He said he never did, he just got it cut sometimes. Then he asked me if I'd give him a haircut. There was a thick, hollow root growing out of his head. It was purple. Now that I think about it, all of his hair was purple, I think.

I said I'd cut his hair, at least the root. And then I started talking to him about growth plates and other strange science things, as if I actually had an idea of what in the hell I was talking about.

Then he and I were sitting next to each other, I think he had a hand on my thigh. All I remember was that he made me laugh and that I was happy as a clam just to be around him.

Smash Mouth was standing in front of us and I, as well as a few others, were trying to figure out who he looked like (I made the Smash Mouth connection after I woke up). He said, "I dunno, but I was told I look like the guy from Jungle Fever!" He bulged out his eyes and did a sumo wrestling pose. I have never seen Jungle Fever, but we all laughed really hard at his impersonation.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-03-07T07:59:00

2005-03-07T15:40:56Z

I was in a theatre of some kind. There weren't a lot of people inside. My mother was with me.

I think, initially anyway, that she and I were sitting together. We were making comments about Johnny Depp, who was in attendance. We were mentioning the fact that he was so strange.

He, eventually, was sitting beside me, my mom further back. He was wearing a red button-up shirt and his hair was light brown and sticking up all over the place. I believe we were in the theatre to watch a movie, and I believe it was playing while I was attempting to talk to him.

I don't remember much of our conversation, but I remember, at one point, I was staring at his lips and talking to him about kissing. I leaned in, my mom in the background watching from a few rows back, but he pulled away, playfully, before I could kiss him. I faked surprise, but stayed close to him. I think he was the one who wanted to initiate the kiss, and would pull away from me, just slightly, any time I started to move in closer to him.

And then I was making out with Johnny Depp in a dark theatre, his hands on the back of my neck.

Wow. I was laying in bed, trying to go back to sleep after the cats woke me up, when I remembered this. Thank everything holy that I did. Yowza.

It makes me want to go back to sleep. I think I shall.

Johnny! Here I come!

Mel })i({

dropsoftwilight @ 2005-03-06T11:14:00

2005-03-06T19:04:03Z

I had entered a story into The First Line magazine. Apparently, there was going to be a play, acting out certain stories that were submitted, and the authors got to watch (and then find out afterwards if the magazine accepted their stories).

When I got to the place, I parked my car, and, for whatever reason, I left the hood up. I left my car locked, but the hood up.

Once I was inside the place, which I think was a makeshift barn, I made fast friends with another contestant. I don't remember much of the performances -- nor do I know if the majority of the performances were even part of my dream.

At one point, I was on the phone with someone from the magazine. It was strange because I could hear my voice, but saw the person I was talking to in their office. They were saying that my story was quite funny -- which they liked the most. She asked me if I had ever actually eaten one of the McDonald's McGriddle Cakes before. I laughed and said no (Never in my life have I ever written a story with those nasty things in it). Then she told me what the weak-point of my story was, but I don't remember what she told me.

I saw the last few seconds of the play based on my story. I think he was dressed as a baby and had a towel draped over his head -- sort of like a habit.

My friend and I were walking out to our cars when someone from the magazine stopped us. They were accepting her story, and not mine.

We get to our cars, hers being a black Eclipse, and I suddenly remembered that I had left the hood up. But when I got to my car, the hood was down. My friend helped me open it, and all that was in there was part of a stereo. The inside of the hood looked like the inside of a trunk, somehow. But they stole the engine and everything else imaginable.

I flipped out, called my mom, and walked to the curb. When I started to tell her what happened, I started bawling. One of those fits of crying that leaves you gasping for air.

My mom was very calm and said that it was no big deal and that everything was very fixable. I was also worried because I was two hours from home; I think this all happened in Southern California.

Mel })i({

dropsoftwilight @ 2005-03-02T12:40:00

2005-03-02T20:40:55Z

There is a whole chunk of this dream that I'm missing. But whatever... what I remember is weird enough, despite the missing pieces.

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My mom was moving all of Corey's furniture into the living room. The room had been cleared of everything except for four mattresses she had on a dolly. I asked her to look at my notebook of drawings before she left.

There was a picture of Lilo, but it looked like a squirrel. And the picture of Stitch looked even worse than the one I actually drew.

Corey came in and commented on how the feet looked weird. I had been confident that my pictures were decent until I opened the notebook -- then even I thought they were bad. My mom said that they were cute, but I could sense the lie in her voice.

Suddenly, I was in a cave and there was an Inuyasha-like battle going on between Kagome and Shippo, except Shippo looked a lot like my Lilo picture. They were throwing spells at each other. Then a rock demon appeared and said he was going to become the mouth of the cave -- forever.

Inuyasha appeared, looking horrible (like he was spawned from one of my drawings too), and killed the rock demon. He sliced through his head a few times and the face of the demon disappeared. The way everyone needed to go next was through the way the rock demon was blocking (though there was an opening in his mouth).

No one was really sure if it was safe to step into the dead demon's gaping mouth. Everyone went in before me. Then I remembered that it had said that it was going to be the mouth of the cave forever. When I remembered that, the rock demon came alive again, everyone inside. I wasn't scared of him. He was sort of like a giant puppy then -- very gentle. He started to try and eat a dead fish that was laying on the ground.

Small waves started to lap up by the demon/puppy's mouth. Eventually I turned around and saw a shore was a few inches from my feet, just outside the cave. My view was partially blocked by the wall of the cave, though it looked more like the wall of a building (sharp angles, flat sides, cement-like).

In the lapping waves were millions of tiny fish. They were all on top of each other because there were so many of them. I just stood there watching for a while.

Then I heard sea lions and dolphins and got excited because I wanted to see them (I'm a nature-nut even in Dreamland).

There was something... with my eyes though. It was sort if like when you're really groggy and you're trying to open your eyes, but it's not working well. But, it was also like I had on a pair of dirty glasses that weren't put on right.

I saw a few jumping dolphins through the strange lenses, while I was craning my head around the cement wall, trying to see them.

I stepped out onto the shore, which didn't have nearly as many fish on it (I had been scared to step out onto it before).

Then there was a male voice-over o.O He was saying that the tide was higher and, because of it, there was a pile of fish forming and no one was sure why. I looked behind me and there was an increasingly large pile of greenish tinted fish. The voice-over said the pile contained thousands.

I went out onto the shore and heard the voice-over guy say that the dolphins were smart to leave and that the fish were lucky that the tide had washed most of them away. There was this strange tension in the air, like the moments in Bambi when you're not sure if the meadow is safe from hunters.

The voice-over was talking about some creature that started with a C, I believe. I looked up and this blue and green shark-like thing was flying above the shore -- several feet up.

I ran around a corner and into this building that looked like an old garage. I pressed myself into a corner closest to the opened door and held my breath.

At the top of the door, there were small birds, sort of like Barn Swallows, but something about their feathers looked like they were made of human hair.

Odum scratching on the door woke me up. I think I'm disturbed.

Mel })i({

dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-28T10:25:00

2005-02-28T18:07:03Z

I was in a wooden room. I know that I had power of some sort, like I was a leader of something. But I have no idea what.

Anyway... in my wooden room/office/chambers, there was a fireplace and a chandelier (those are the only two things I can remember about the room). While I was in the room, the chandelier, which was mainly made out of wood too, caught on fire and fell to the ground. It didn't faze me at all.

I called on two servants to fix the problem. And then, seconds later, it was fixed.

And something somewhere had to do with Hitler.

I watched two programs about Hitler before falling asleep. I think if I put enough effort into it, I could totally control what I dream about.

Mel })i({

dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-21T12:10:00

2005-02-21T19:43:18Z

There was a photo shoot that someone did (so inspired by last night's Charmed... I think it's rather disturbing that my brain takes one little thing and then runs with it) with a celeb and her cat. I had someone (either christiane or poofkin) take the pictures... and the magazine we sent them to didn't like them. They were "too modern". The cat in one of the pictures moved and changed positions, that was a little weird.

So then I had to go off and take the pictures myself. Except I took my camera and my two cats into the woods or something. And I think I was camping out there. I bought the cats leaches, one was blue.

I had brought a laundry basket with blankets and towels in it for the cats to sleep in. At one point, the basket where Odum was sleeping had a trail of the hugest ants I have ever seen in my life.

I grabbed the cats and ran off. I heard... like... in the air... my mom's voice. She was saying that she hates ants, mainly because they could fly. I look back and there were four or five ants on one of the trees, and they were twice the size of a grasshopper. Flippin' ginormous. And one was just closing up it's wings. Maybe I have a fear of ants or something. All these damn ant dreams are making me crazy.

Anyway... I run with the cats to a pier or something. For some reason I think it was in Jersey. So I start to take pictures of the cats for the photo shoot. And then I decide to take some of Odum with the Ferris wheel in the background. People keep walking by telling me how cute the cats are.

After some pictures, I started to put their leaches back on. Then I start getting into my Mission Impossible mode, sneaking around bushes and trees and things because I'm late for class and I need to sneak in.

I sit down in a room that's full of old people. I grab a packet of stuff from the table and look at it. One of the old guys, presumably my teacher, asks me if I enjoyed the talk that Such and Such gave. Apparently the packet of stuff I picked up was supplementary material. I lied and said yes. And then he went off on this long talk about why what the person was talking about was so great. The room I was in had a very rustic feel to it, like everyone in there were hunters and the room was really part of a cabin or something.

I think I woke up in the middle of his talk.

Mel })i({

dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-18T22:29:00

2005-02-19T06:36:37Z

There was a group of us on a mission of some kind. We (five of us, I think) had been given instructions on where to go and the tricks of the places/rooms.

Later, we were backtracking without our leader. I was the second person in line, and the line was extremely spread out.

We went and out of a few places (I don't remember the details) before I caught up to the guy at the front of the line. We were in a room that looked like an office. The guy knocked on the second drawer (the drawers were green) from the top a bunch of times before the drawer slid open to give him access to a key (?)

"Oh! When you were knocking, I thought that meant someone was in there," I said.

The guy went on to the next room, without my knowledge, while I had been into this little room off to the side. The door was ajar and the light was on.

When I came back out into the main part of the room, I started going through the filing cabinet behind the desk. I was going through coloring pages that people had colored -- I have seen them in my dreams before. I pulled out the pony picture of mine that I had. I figured out that all of the pictures were printed from the same printer because they all had the same weird symbols on them. When a picture was colored, it was cut out and glued on another sheet of white paper. The filing cabinet was full of the cutout and re-glued pages.

While I was shifting through the papers (I've never seen the actual picture of mine in "real life", but if I saw it, I'd know it; and, in the dream, I've only colored the tail light pink and I don't know what colors to use for the rest of it), the phone in the office starts to ring. I panicked a little, scratching off the light brown, stringy stuff on the corner of my picture.

I was thinking that someone from my group was calling me. I rushed to the phone to see if it had caller ID. It did. First it flashed "Common Number" and then "BuffLie". I was confused.

I woke up and my apartment phone was ringing.

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I went back to sleep for an hour. When I first woke up, I remembered the dream more. Now all I remember is...

- There was a freeway sign with "(Something about animals) St./Blvd./Ave." on top and "Dana Glover St./Blvd./Ave." on the bottom.

- I was on the phone with someone who liked the animal street/off-ramp. S/he told me to get off at the next exit.

- The next exit had three street names, all president related.

- I was really concerned about call boxes. Something about questions being recorded inside call boxes that are outdated.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-16T17:48:00

2005-02-17T01:22:17Z

I was at a school -- I'm pretty sure it was college. I walked in the back of a large lecture hall and started down this huge ramp. I got to my seat, which was being held by Jesse McCartney. I think. He sort of looked like Leo when he was younger, too, though. And that's just straight disturbing.

Anyway... shortly after I get there, I have to turn in something. I walk all the way to the front of the room, hand in my assignment and then walk back up the ramp on the opposite side of the room, go around the back and then back down the first ramp again. I was even thinking it was a stupid thing to do when I was in my dream.

I spot Jesse again; he's looking back at me, smiling. When I get to my row, I start to slip. I was wearing my knee-length purple skirt and my sandals. I lose my balance, fall and start sliding sideways across the slope on my butt. I slam into a row of seats.

A very hot white boy looks down at me and says something along the lines of "How nice of you to join us -- sliding around on your butt". I replied with something like, "Yes, I thought so."

I get up and make it over to Jesse again and sit with him. A short while later, he says he has to go. I was staring at him for a while -- really wishing he'd kiss me, and then he kissed me on the area just below my bottom lip and just above my chin.

He grinned and left.

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Me and two other people were at school. Don't know if it was the same one from the previous dream, but I'm pretty sure that it was college still. We were sneaking in the back of the room and the lecture had already started.

We were just about to make it to our seats without being seen when the teacher, this large guy with a large belly, grabbed one of my friends who suddenly morphed into Dakota Fanning. She started to give him a piece of her mind, spewing out random facts that I don't remember any more. She kept poking him in the belly, and eventually he fell back into a chair.

She kept spewing out facts. At one point, she's still giving him hell for grabbing her arm, and she sticks her hand in his button up shirt. Like she undid the buttons near the middle and continued to poke him and mush his stomach with her hand.

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Snippets of Jesse McCartney's CD started playing. Just enough so I knew what songs they were, and then the next song on the CD would play. I think it started with "Take Your Sweet Time" which is the fourth song on the album. When it came to the sixth one, I woke up suddenly.

All the stuff about coming in late to a classroom has to do with a story I started writing last night. Maybe I need to write about dancing unicorns before sleeping next time.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-14T10:09:00

2005-02-14T17:57:57Z

There was a class or a club I was in. It was in Southern California, I think. Something about it was related to food. For the first day, we could have anything, but for the next, the leader of the group had told us, "No, spaghetti".

The next day, I went shopping and bought spaghetti, garlic bread and two other things I can't recall at the moment.

I was pushing my cart, to cross the street, when Dana (Zimmerman?; a girl I knew from high school) and three other girls who were in my class, appeared. One second I had been about to cross a busy street (a woman in a huge blue van thing was going to let me pass), and the next second, when Dana appeared, the street was deserted.

I saw her whisper to her friends. She said my name and said the word spaghetti. Then she approached me.

Her: *Looks at what I bought* Spaghetti? *Then looks at me* Are you okay?
Me: Yes.
Her: Do you know my mom?
Me: No, but you two look a lot alike -- it's a little scary. It's cool though.

We bonded, somehow, over that. We were cryptically talking about college, walking on this thing that was floating on water (?) I think it moved when we did. It was rectangular and sloped on either side -- leading to a smaller platform on either side.

Something eventually made me think that we were going the wrong way. When we turned back, there was a Hispanic boy on a skateboard with us.

We had run into a gang of them. But they weren't very scary; they skateboarded and all had titles/nicknames that makes me think they were part of a newspaper or something (the names had to do with writing).

They eventually started to get annoyed, I think, and I got onto the platform on the right side. Jen appeared and was upsetting them by being obnoxious and sarcastic.

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I was at this outdoor place to tutor a blonde girl. The place had a connection of some kind to an old woman and a symphony. The girl did her homework and I did something else (something like a crossword puzzle to pass the time). Something about the seats we were sitting on (one was orange) had a connection to music.

Lord, I wish I knew...

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-12T14:02:00

2005-02-12T21:46:13Z

There is barely anything of this dream I remember...

I was home. Kris was there -- he was shorter and much less attractive than he is in person. And he had huge, red nostrils, lol.

Anyway... he said something, apparently, that had upset Corey and Natasha. Kris started to get teary-eyed and walked outside. I followed him and, for some reason, I was watching the conversation with him and I. Like I was the camera person filming what was happening. Anyway... I was wearing this horrible shirt. It's one that I own now... and never wear because I hate it so passionately.

So, Kris is over by the bushes in front of my house, and I was standing on the steps, in my horrible shirt. He broke down after I told him to "just talk to me". He was saying that Corey and Natasha were in love, and that he, Kris, had said something to them that could ruin that... or something. But Corey and Natasha weren't mad at Kris... and Kris being in love with Natasha or something had nothing to do with it. But Kris was all pissed off at himself for ruining their relationship.

I just remember him crying a lot, and his nostrils getting more and more red. And larger too. Ick.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-11T07:48:00

2005-02-11T15:28:19Z

There was a guy that I was interested in... was interested in me... I was involved with... all of the above, I'm not sure. As far as I can gather, I was upset with him because he was being vague about his feelings towards me. So, in order to let me know what was going on, he wrote me a letter... or he recorded his message on tape. I know it was one of those two.

The message was cryptic and he didn't really address anything about us specifically. Later, when I was talking to my mom about it, she and I came to the conclusion that he was having a hard time deciding what to do because of his battle between good and evil. He had a lot of opposites in his life pulling him opposite directions, and he was never sure which way to choice.

He, basically, was calling himself evil, and me good. And he thought that the combination of the two wouldn't work and wouldn't make sense.

That's all I can remember. All I have to say is... damn you Point Pleasant for getting into my head!

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-10T09:56:00

2005-02-10T17:30:49Z

My mom and I were driving through a neighborhood that I have never seen before. We passed by this little cluster of men, about ten of them, huddled behind a boat and a car in someone’s driveway. They were all looking in the same direction. As we moved a little farther down the street, we realized that all of the men were staring at the house in front of them. We were turning, and I briefly saw what the men were looking at: a woman showering right in front of the window. My mother and I thought that was rather humorous.

That’s all I can remember...

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edit: I was in the middle of studying when I remembered another part of my dream from last night.

I was in my room. It was night I think, and my door was closed (I never have it completely closed). Anyway, all over the walls were these thick black lines. It took me some time to realize that they were ant trails. Everywhere. On the walls, on the ceiling, on the door, going in hundreds of different directions. There had to be millions. I got out of bed, obviously distressed, and I think I turned on a light – to be sure that my room really was infested by ants and it wasn’t just my imagination.

There had been two huge trails on the back of my door. When the light came on, I saw that the ants had responded right away and diverted their trails. On the door, one of the trails veered off and went into a space between the carpet and the wall. And there was residue (like a snail’s trail almost) on the wall that showed how they all changed direction – which is how I knew what happened.

And then they all seemed to be gone, like they went to hide until I went back to sleep or something.

Ants are the Devil’s children, I tell you. Maybe that dream was Satan trying to tell me that he’s going to come after me.

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dropsoftwilight @ 2005-02-09T13:04:00

2005-02-09T21:07:22Z

This is the dream I had when I woke up, of my own volition, around seven. After I wrote this all out, I went back to sleep and had about another eleven dreams, but I didn't write any of them down and now I'm annoyed with myself :)

And there is nothing interesting about either of these, so you probably should just move along.

I went home for some reason, and took Odum and Dusty with me. There was a leader, or group of leaders, that ruled my mom's house.

Something happened to cause my mom and I to shut ourselves off in the guest room. Apparently, the people of the house, not the leader(s), weren't happy with the conditions. So my mom and I were talking about escape.

While we were talking, "European Woman" (that's what I called her, I think) came in with stuff in her hands, like she was tidying up or something. She ended up staying to talk to us. She was in traditional African garb.

I asked her why she came to talk to us. She started to talk before I could close the door. There were dogs, and maybe goats, in the hallway looking in on us.

European Woman said, "Because the beds(?) smell bad." As she said it, she was spraying the catbox I have now with Raid. The box was dimpled along the edges on the inside.

I closed the door, worried we were overheard.

There was a sound of people coming home. Maybe three sets of footsteps. The front door slammed behind them. Me and the other two held our breaths, waiting for the other door to slam, so we'd know it was safe to talk again.

Corey suddenly opened one of the doors, the one that I was staring at and thinking I should lock. I think I was holding the other door closed with my feet.

I forget what the short conversation was about, but he thanked both myself and my mom before he left, closing the door. I think he was thanking us for presents.

European Woman is still spraying the Raid, and the cat box is filling up with it. My mom and I start to back away from her because she won't stop spraying. At one point, she dropped the can into the box on accident. There was so much Raid in the box that the can was floating.

My mom got scared, rushed to the box and fished out the can. "Be careful! It's flammable!"

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I don't know if this was before, after or during the previous dream...

I was leaving; my mom and I were in the kitchen. I think I was already taking two new cats with me. Or, there were two cats at my apartment. I think I had decided to leave Odum and Dusty with my mom because having more than two cats in one apartment would be hard.

From the kitchen, my mom and I could see my two cats curled up on the old couch (the one that my mom and Chen took to the Salvation Army; the couch was where it used to be in the dining room).

I was having a hard time leaving my mom's house because I couldn't take them with me. "I really don't think I can live without Odum." And, in the dream, I got a flash of him laying next to me -- sucking on his arm.

My mom looked a little annoyed. I tried to think about whether or not three cats could live in my little place.

Then I said, "I don't think I can live without Dusty either. And who would she play with?"

I think there was another litter of cats somewhere in the house.

"Should I pack them up and save them for you for Christmas break?" my mom asked. She didn't think I should take my two with me, because four cats is too much to have in a small apartment.

I really don't know. I'm still trying to figure out the Raid thing.

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Isn't this fun?

2005-02-07T21:54:17Z

This is disjointed. And I wrote this out furiously when I wasn't even aware that I was conscious (at 8:00 a.m. when Odum decided it was time for his breakfast).

To make things a little less confusing...
Bob = Guy whose house I was going to. I think it really was "Bob" if anyone remembers what the hell I mean.
Jake = music guy.

I was walking down a sidewalk of my old neighborhood. I was walking to someone else's house, and I think I had the keys to it.

Before I had left, Bob was on the phone telling me to go to his house. He had read an LJ post or had just received a message on his phone from Jake. Jake works in music, and Bob is one of his fans. In the LJ or the phone message, there was some sort of letter and number code that Bob didn't understand. Bob wanted to know what the code meant.

When I was walking down the sidewalk, suddenly walking back to my own house, I wasn't sure if I had locked Bob's door or not. So I went back.

Bob called Jake and some other guy was there too. Jake said that most people have a set of cards with all the codes on them, so they know what he means when he uses the abbreviations. Then Bob was put on hold. Bob felt stupid and hung up because he didn't feel like he was a true fan since he didn't have the cards with all the codes on them.

I was on my way down the sidewalk again, and remembered to go back to Bob's to check the door, but a car from a neighbor was blocking the driveway or something. The car had some connection to the street address with a 21 or a 24 in it. I had to walk around a hedge. While I was walking down the middle of the street, because I had to walk around the bushes, I saw a guy in front of my ex-friend's house. He was painting the lower half of a tree white and I was watching him while I was suddenly on the phone. He was in a dark gray zip up jacket. He was painting it with a paint brush. He would paint a little and then back up, look at the tree and then paint some more.

There was something weird about his eyes, like they were all white. Like the color of the paint. And it was raining on him, making the paint run.

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I got into bed after I wrote all that out. I tried going back to bed, and then I was hit with a sudden rush of images again, and there I was, writing out more of the dream in the very dark kitchen.

poofkin, I think, was going to meet this girl named Emily that she knew from online. And she was asking if I thought that was weird. I don't know either; don't ask.

Then, suddenly...

My mom and I flew to Boston for the day for me to check out a school. It was beautiful. After we looked at the school, we (me, my mom and maybe Jen) were standing out on a residential street looking at the college (I think it was "Boston University"). Out of the doors comes one of those guys you see in parks and such that pretend to be robots. This one, however, sort of looked like a cross between that scary guy from Scary Movie 2, the one with the sick hand, and a zombie from Shaun of the Dead. He had discolored, crazy teeth and was dressed in all white. He freaked me out, but I wanted to take a picture of him to show christiane.

Then, as if he read my mind, he came over and asked if I'd take his picture with Jen (?) like she was the freakish person. I took the picture with a camera phone.

And then there was something about me telling my dad (?), who was a white guy with a beer belly, that I spent the day in Boston. We were in a large house I've never seen before. He said, "You went to Boston?!" and I said, "Yeah! Dad, I got into Berkeley!" And I said it in a you-are-the-most-dense-human-on-the-planet tone of voice.

Berkeley is in Boston now, apparently.

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