I may not be dreaming about running, but my subconscious is certainly active throughout the night regarding other topics. I’ll be relating those tales here. This is mostly for Angie’s benefit so I can stop G-chatting her during our lunch breaks, but anyone else who wanders upon this page is welcome. It’ll be updated informally and whenever. Woot!
Oh, and let’s just pretend every entry starts with “Last night I dreamed…” so that we can forgo too much repetition here. Deal? Deal.
May 16, 2012 -Joels dream
Simone had a child. It was a girl, and she named her James Earl Jones.
May 16, 2012 – Simone’s Dream
I went to this huge rickety old house in Portland, Oregon. I feel like I might have been there for a soccer tournament. I got to the house and immediately went to sleep in a large bed that I shared with a stranger; a girl with long blonde hair who spoke to me, but her words didn’t make any sense, and I assumed she was crazy. When I woke up the girl was gone, and I realized that the house was infested with rats. Like, really infested, you couldn’t move or do anything without like 5 rats falling on you. So I was all freaked out, trying to change clothes without getting rats on me. I saw a hippie guy with long black hair and he looked at me like “whats the big deal? They’re just rats.” Then I went outside and fell into an arctic ocean. I was with about 5 other people, one of them was Ellen Degeneres. We were all swimming through these ice floes, and starting to panic because we were freezing to death and we couldn’t find anywhere to get out of the water. Finally we found an ice cave and climbed in. Everyone was out of the water and we were less panicky, but then we heard a baby crying. We looked over to the left of the cave, and there was a stone staircase, which a young girl was walking down. She was surprised to see us there, and invited us upstairs. We went upstairs which turned out to be a totally normal suburban track house. The girl lived there with her mother, who we talked to for a while and explained our situation. The mother took us outside the house, and we found out that there was a whole little community living on top of this iceberg. It was very suburban, with paved roads and trees, but they were super protective of everything, like they had come out there to be away from society. One of the men in my group wanted to pet her neighbor’s dog, but the mother wouldn’t let him. He offered her $100 (he really wanted to pet the dog, because he’d been so traumatized from swimming through the icy water) and she said ok and let him pet the dog.
May 8, 2012
An all night dream where K died. He’d raced his car into a building – the Department of Transportation (DOT) – which he had helped build. In one part of the dream he had gone psycho and freaked out at a stranger and then accidentally killed himself with a gun. I went to the funeral and was terrified that I wasn’t welcome, that I was out of place, that his family would blame me. I got in line and his ex, L was there even though my parents had told me she wouldn’t be. We swapped a few stories but mostly pretended we weren’t where we were. She invited us to her place where she had a bunch of girls over. She lived in a building that had a cafe in the middle and in all the hallways and then there were apartments off of it. We went inside and weren’t sure how quiet to be because we didn’t want to disturb the patrons. Then we were back in line at the funeral – K was passing out little in memoriam photos – the one I got was a photo of a quote A had taken and was signed with her name and the date of the photo. K was covered in weird tattoos, was shirtless and had his nipples pierced and the space between his nippled pierced like a septum. There were stacks of videos he owned on VHS and a pile of clothes – someone handed me a blue and black striped miniskirt. I touched his arm and he was warm – alive. I saw an old photo and someone said not all people had been easily identified, so some were just labeled “me and my jumpies.” A TV monitor was playing the accident, and I saw it for the first time and started saying, “no wait, don’t do that!”
April 26, 2012
An extremely busy diner built into a house, I was navigating my bike through it trying to find K but then trying to get away. I was supposed to meet S and I did run into him on the side of the road. We left my bike and got into a car, drove into the hills and through a rather large puddle that was almost a lake which worried me. We were in his old Honda and going fast we were able to only float for a second. We went inside a house and sat around a table with his gf and another couple that I was both part of and not part of. Eventually I got up to leave, and in the hallway there were newspaper articles and magazine articles taped to the wall which seemed very avante garde. I ran into K and asked “how did you find me here?” and he said “I never stopped looking.”
April 25, 2012
Was walking through a corridor of deaf people, trying to stay out of their way as they signed to one another. At one point I had to drag a mattress through a conversation. Also, Ira Glass was in an audience with me and my parents, and I was super excited to meet him. My brother was shocked that Ira was only 28, and had already accomplished so much. We were both envious.
April 24, 2012
Angie cut her hair very short, like it was when she was in “Oliver” with me back in ye olden days. I went for a walk through a cemetery and a staff member pointed me toward a Japanese Garden, which I wanted to see, so I walked down a grassy knoll and then into a very shady, tree-filled area with roots tangled up into a sturdy ground and the color were so vivid beneath my feet as I stepped around on them, and finally thought maybe there was no Japanese Garden and was actually a little scared so I came back down and a young girl who worked there had come to fetch me and told me the guy had been messing around and I wasn’t supposed to be up in the trees. I apologized and we walked to a reception hall where friends were waiting.
April 20, 2012
Simone, Steven, Jessa and myself were on vacation. We were driving to a sandy place – there were dunes and giant rocks but there was not an ocean. We drove by a natural skate park where kids in swim suits were hanging out, boarding, and just basking in the sunshine. A kid in pink trunks came by and his suit was falling off and we laughed. We got to the hotel/house we were staying in, went inside and stood out on the porch. Simone and Jessa went to play on the sand and were doing aerial tricks, and then we looked beyond them and saw a conveyer belt across the rocks that had ginormous (like, five-foot-wide) cupcakes being towed into a packaging situation with equally huge silicone containers that kind of looked like giant hamster balls. Steven mentioned the containers were only $5 and we were all excited by that, but not by the cupcakes per say.
April 18, 2012
Damn. Lost it.
April 18, 2012 – Simone’s Dream
You convinced me to go on Space Mountain with you, because it was your favorite rollercoaster. I was really nervous, but decided to do it. We got on the rollercoaster, and at first it wasn’t scary at all (I had my eyes closed, as I am prone to do, and you kept up a casual conversation to keep me from being scared) I felt ok, until I opened my eyes and saw the track veer straight up, like pretty much vertical, and i knew the drop was going to be massive. I was like “no way!” and hopped off the rollercoaster. I watched you keep riding it, and it seemed like you were having a really good time :)
April 17, 2012
Kissing. But who?
April 11, 2012
Standing in line to get cash or return an item at a box-store. The woman ahead of me was being horribly mean to the representative, and the rep was being extremely nice in return. I finally told the woman she was being a witch and she got mad at me, and I said “this woman is being paid to be nice to you. I’m not, so I don’t have to be.” Eventually the woman left. I tried to transact, failed, and went and found my mom. There was another woman who had lost her money and couldn’t afford to get transportation home so I said I’d withdraw money for her, went back to the line, which was first long, then missing, then the window was closed. My mom was surprised I was being so giving. A bit later SS walked by me with his entire posse – he was much more slender, wearing a plaid shirt and a tie, and had long hair in a ponytail. I backed into a wall and wasn’t sure if I should cry or be nice, so I first did both, then ran away. I saw my mom who told me she knew about his hair – he apparently was on a TV show but since I don’t usually watch TV she figured I’d never see it.
April 10, 2012
A woman with long nails was “shushing” us. We kept trying to do something but were unsuccessful.
April 9, 2012 – Simone’s Dream
There was a zombie outbreak at this boarding school, and Michelle Obama was running around kicking zombies asses and trying to save the few remaining non-zombie people. i just remember thinking in my dream “is that Michelle Obama?!”
April 9, 2012
Pinned down on the floor, stuck trying to read sticky notes I’d stuck to Mr E. Surprise kisses but he was inebriated so I knew not to take it too seriously.
April 6, 2012 – Simone’s Dream
the wedding involved everyone (bride/groom/minister/guests) bungee jumping out of this huuuuuge redwood tree. And the ceremony would only happen for the few seconds when everyone was at ground level. So it was like: tons of people fall from the tree top “blahblah, do you take blahblah” Boooooing! Everyone flies back up into tree top…tons of people fall back down from tree top “to be your husband, in sick-” Booooooing! You get the gist. It was very strange. Also I was at the wedding, but it was my 13 year old self, with 13 year old Preciouse and it was really good to see her, even as her younger, dream self.
April 5, 2012
Another wedding dream. A gaggle of ladies went to a bridal store to get fitted for bridesmaid dresses. I’m not sure who the bride was – Kristin? She was there. So was every girl I have been a bridesmaid for. We got a lecture from the shopkeepers and then ran wild in the shop, grabbing dresses, sharing changing rooms. Wasn’t sure what the colors were – aqua sometimes, bright red others. I was annoyed because I just gave away my red bridesmaid dress thinking “I’ll really never have reason to wear this again.” I was stuck in dress hell while all the girls went out to look at shoes. Then we were whisked to the wedding in a limo, where it was raining cats and dogs (not literally – it was just pouring down rain) and we were in different colored dresses and the bride was soaked. It was an outdoor wedding.
April 4, 2012
I was so excited to see Andrea randomly in a parking lot that I kept getting in the way of her trying to park her minivan. Eventually after almost hitting me (my fault) numerous times and many three point turns, she parked and ran out of the car and hugging commenced. Her son came out of the car too and he was all grown up, and she had a new baby.
April 2, 2012
I kept taking pregnancy tests that didn’t have any directions with them, so I wasn’t sure if I was doing them right. One came with a list of 100 possible outcomes, and I didn’t manage to keep the test because I assumed it meant I was not pregnant. Then I found the list and found out I hadn’t read the directions well (my dad yelled at me) and the issue was that I was pregnant but I would die if I gave birth to the child, who would also die.
April 1, 2012
Another wedding dream – this one was Matt and Kristin’s wedding. I was trying to write a rhyming cheer as my speech for them on the back of a mattress – this wasn’t going so well so I kept trying to copy what I had onto a piece of paper. Also not going so well. Paper kept disappearing, missing, flying away. Carrying a bunch of dresses in plastic bags, I ran to Bart with my mom. We were on the wrong platform as our train came in, so we crossed the tracks and ran for the the train. My mom made it on but I did not. She managed to whisk herself back and we took a car to the ceremony, where it was pouring down rain and everyone’s makeup was running.
March 31, 2012
Bollywood style wedding taking place at a Disneyland-like space. I knew the husband, and he intro’d me to his gorgeous wife, Angela. She and I ran around the area, eventually she got nervous and sick and threw up in a really grungy bathroom – she missed the toilet but her puke was sparkles and a dot of blue (literally), which went into the next stall and we ran out. I got her to her wedding, late, and then ran into my dad and we did some shopping for skinny corduroy pants.
March 29, 2012
Unfortunately, my dreams were nightmares. Night-terrors, really. In a Hunger Games-ish way, plus just general slaughter via melee. At one point I was hiding from whatever was chasing me and found myself underwater – an entire village in the middle of celebration had been drowned, and they were dead but with balloons and merriment still set up under the lake. It smelled horrible. I was in a house or cottage at another point and the sun was setting and I knew it was time to hide and run, but something was keeping me back and I was worried I’d get caught. At another point I was at a summer-camp style cabin with the same issue. Me running, hiding, worrying about others, and slaughter.
March 27, 2012
Continuation of real life. Conversations with friends and family both out loud, in person, email, over the phone, in letters, in texts. Conversations about work, conversations about relationships, conversations about what is next. Just different outcomes for situations. Very weird.
March 26, 2012
Flying, knew I was going to be flying, couldn’t find my anxiety pills. Looked everywhere. Backpacks, purses, pockets. Thought I’d have them, did not.
March 24, 2012
Mala came over and we drank a little wine, ate a lot of cheese, laughed about everything and nothing, worked on separate projects, kept on girly movies in the background, and eventually turned the evening into a slumber party by talking until we fell asleep. Oh wait, that was real. And it was awesome.
March 20, 2012
A road race that started late at night or early in the morning. My father was running in it, and transformed from a very old man (like, 120) to his spry self now. K was running in it, away. There was a clear winner, Ian (from days at Kin) – sprinted the length to the end. I kept getting lost on the course, stuck in flower beds and near apartment housing pools.
March 19, 2012
I was at work – or trying to be – but I kept getting pushed out of the building, pushed off line, or way-laid. When I was in the building my desk became a bed, and there was a disgruntled man sleeping perpendicular on it but covered in comforter and hiding with his face in a bunch of weird spacers. I kept looking for my work but it kept disappearing and I wasn’t sure what to do because I told my boss and he was not concerned. My mom showed up and I was giving her a tour – then we went outside and it became a war-zone of sorts yet we needed to go to market because she was desperate for hazelnuts. We kept trying to find someone who would sell them to us. Then suddenly I was with my father in a car, and he wanted to come to work with me. He told he always thought i was creative and talented but he didn’t want to tell me that until I knew it myself. I was a bit irked because he was making me late and wanted to drive to work and I wanted to run through this uphill forest like I usually did.
March 17, 2012
Mr. E was dating a guy.
March 11, 2012
Lost my work computer – it was stolen when I stood up. No one was worried about it except me. My boss didn’t want to help me and my work wife was busy with three screens in front of her. I kept trying to go look for it but it was nighttime outside the office and there were crowds of people everywhere. So I went back inside and fretted, and eventually found my laptop bag in a cupboard with some personal affects and three digital cameras that were not taken, but not computer.
March 9, 2012
Angie’s mom was letting us try on her bifocals.
March 8, 2012
Running from an entity, afraid for my life. Hid in a bathroom with two men. Thought we were caught but it wasn’t the entity. Tree houses. Dark jungle, urban landscape, post-apocalyptic.
March 6, 2012
After a party I had picked up a shift at Buffalo. Mr. E and a large Vietnamese man were sitting talking in the pub, which had greatly changed in size since the last time I worked there. I showed up in my owl apron and forgot to bring pens, papers, or my server’s book. I was early but on time, and was trying to get to know the expanded pub, which had three bars, and no table numbers (they had decided it was easier that way). I met with Mikey (who kept turning into Bob) and he kept sitting next to me and then suddenly being far away from me. I eventually sat by myself in a room that had taxidermy and other displays of wildlife and was currated by a tall blonde woman to fill out some notebook paper and get organized. I went to meet Mikey again who was mad at me for being late and said I would need to walk faster. I told Mr. E I might not finish work until midnight or maybe nine pm, and then as I started to try and take a table we were all whisked to a track and a race where we had to sprint against each other. Then we returned to work and I thought maybe I was done but it was only 6pm. We rotated jobs through the night and no one could explain my next job (herder) but Mikey/Bob was mad that I wasn’t doing it. Eventually after only having three tables I was told I could go and I was mad that I had wasted my time.
March 5, 2012
Work related: all of us were at a hotel/offsite that morphed into my parents house. It was a retreat and we were spending the night. A VP wanted to talk to me about work stuff and we got in my twin-sized bed from childhood. Everyone was sleeping behind us on the floor and around us, and the VP started telling me that the company was onto me and that he used to be a computer programmer. I reminded him everyone could hear us, but part of me was really tired and kept trying to nestle into his shoulder and go to sleep instead of have a serious conversation. I was livid about someone else at work (not sure who or why) and then I looked around my childhood bedroom and thought about how unsafe I felt, and how I always assumed that would be a safe space for me. Then some vandals/burglars tried to come through the door and I was scared and thought about squeezing under my bed and wondered if they’d find me there. Later we were all on a courtyard and the vandals were there with guns.
March 3, 2012
My boss and a person named Mike Chambers (fictitious character whose name was repeated) decided to drive all night to SLO, stopping in towns along the way at bars but always winding up at gay bars, so they kept dancing with strange me and having a really good time. I knew all this because my boss called me to tell me about it.
March 2, 2012
I was giving my professional and expert opinion on the width of a girl’s very bendy surfboard. I measured how wide she was, her stance, and how much room she’d have on either sides of her feet. Also, the words Dungeness crab were involved.
March 1, 2012
I was at a bachelorette party that was taking place in a part of town that was very Tenderloin meets Castro. We were given parting gifts that we were told to put on and wear – they were nighties (fancy lingerie). Many had SF Giants themes on them, which I did not want. My mom showed up to give me one that had the Cat in the Hat on it, which I also wasn’t thrilled by but pulled on. Then I put on a pink and orange one, too, and considered putting on a third because I really didn’t want to be seen in just a nightie, even by a bunch of girls. There were tons of pink snacks and strawberries and I remember taking a photo and saying “BEST. BACH. EVER.” Except I didn’t know anyone there except my mom.
February 29, 2012 – Simone’s Dream
I was in Kim Kardashian’s wedding. Only it wasn’t the crazy lavish KK wedding of TV fame, it was in some grassy, hilly field behind someone’s house, and there wasn’t any media or a ton of guests or anything. Anyways, i was a bridesmaid in the wedding and I was wearing this light pink satin dress, and I just remember someone with jam on their hands came up and wiped jam on the front of my dress. I was not happy about that. Then I remember thinking that it was taking so long for us (bride and bridesmaids…I think the other 2 bridesmaids were the actual Kardashian sisters) to get ready, and everyone was waiting for us for the wedding to start. They were waiting for like, hours. So finally I was like “did you at least make sure they had food while they wait” and Kim Kardashian was all “psh, who ever heard of serving food at the beginning of a wedding!” and I was like “ok, I guess.” I remember being very anxious about the whole thing, and then just as we were about to leave I realized I wasn’t wearing shoes.
February 29, 2012
I was a guest at the Oscars, only they were really small. The amphitheater was not even filled, and it was very sloped (like a cinema, or like a lecture hall). They announced the Best Actress, Meryl Streep, and she walked up to the aisle only she sat down in the front row (so many empty seats) instead of going on stage to accept the award. She sat for awhile as we applauded, and then seemed to remember she was supposed to do something else and hopped up on stage.
February 23, 2012
Someone was practicing playing the drums, first with one drum stick, then eventually with two.
February 22, 2012
Someone who didn’t like applesauce was being given applesauce.
February 20, 2012
Rollerblading through what seemed to be the inside of a pyramid or a Mayan temple. I went to see a secret room but the stairs had been made sticky so my wheels couldn’t go down them. I ran into a couple headed that way on foot and warned them but they were not concerned.
February 17, 2012
Simone was wearing a fuzzy green adult-onesie pajama with Victorian-style buttons. She put a pair of turquoise flowy pants over them and let the bottoms of the green jammies stick out and she looked downright amazing.
February 15, 2012
Bill, my grandfather, was there. KM was there and then not there. Joey came to my parent’s house and was telling me about his children and he had grey chest hair; my parents were home but didn’t feel like being social.
February 12, 2012
I knew I was getting on an airplane with multiple stops/layovers, and on my way to the airport realized I didn’t have any anxiety medication with me. I started getting very upset because there wasn’t time to turn around and get pills, nor was there any way people were willing to bring me any. So I got to the airport and started drinking except no matter how much I drank I could not get drunk. I wanted very much to get pills at one of the layovers but I couldn’t find a doctor to offer me a prescription. I kept looking at the map and thinking about how long it would take to get to the other side of the world and how many stops and starts there would be before getting there. I was embarrassed because I didn’t want to not travel but I also wasn’t sure I’d be able to get on the plane.
February 10, 2012
The last day of college, sophomore year, but it was more like summer camp – trees, the woods, long trails of hills. I was shuttling back and forth on the trails trying not to get lost because I was waiting for Amanda (from work) so I could drive us home. But we were attempting to pick rooms for the next year in a house and someone had to guard them – there were bunk beds and it was a large house, but it was unclear as to who would be living where. I walked the paths with Angie, then we decided to run down the hill in a large wooden tunnel that had been made for getting down with ease. We ran, breaking through doors as we went, and it was terrifying but we ended at a bar. Unfortunately, they were mixing tiny drinks for people and not really quenching any thirst. We finally got out of the wooden bar and into a car – a Fiat – which we decided to drive home, despite it not having much gas and us having to go up and down many hills. I became concerned that Amanda’s and my stuff would not fit into the Fiat, as Angie and I drove on many very narrow hills. I couldn’t brake the car well and tried running it onto grass to slow it down but without luck, and the car kept turing into a bike and back (and braking like a bicycle). I went to the very last dance class of the semester where both a boy and a girl I had made out with/were dating attended despite not normally being in the class.
February 9, 2012
Despite not interviewing I got a job at Mama’s Royal Cafe. I showed up late at night for first day of training, because on Wednesday’s they were open for dinner (in my dream, not in real life). I was following servers around who were sort of lackluster but also incredibly skilled at their job. In my dream there was a POS that gave each table an icon, like a snowflake, and no table was in order in the POS you had to remember which table was which based on icon no matter where you moved the table. I took a drink order from a family that was waiting on seconds (they had ordered two meals) and kept trying to get to the POS to write down what they wanted and we kept navigating away from the POS and the family was mad I hadn’t brought their drinks but I could not because I had not input their order. I helped carry out a meal to a large table; what I carried was a large silver pot (The kind you boil lobsters in) that had some kind of artichoke gumbo in it that was being shared between two guys. They wanted hot sauce, and decided I should bring Tapatio, Tapatio Verde and Chalula no matter now much I suggested Soracha as well. The next thing I knew I was in my room waking up and was freaked out that I had lost hours of my life. How had I gotten home? Had I just walked away from my shift? Did I bring the guys their sauce? I leapt up from bed and rifled through my purse and found all my things and I had no idea what the past held. I went back to Mama’s Royal for another shift and got there early. The owner was there, a middle-aged woman with dyed copper hair wearing a belly shirt and tight pants, and she saw what I was wearing (a house dress) and told me I was not appropriately attired and I needed to look — but then she was cut off and I kept asking her what I should dress like because I just wanted to do what was right and she never told me.
February 4 – 8, 2012
{I was sick during this time and had wild wild dreams which I didn’t bother to record and will post in here if/when they return to me because they were insane.} At some point someone was beheaded and while it bothered me I was not shocked by this action. She kind of looked like a doll but was real and wearing a red dress. I was trying to size and resize pictures for work. It was vital, imperative that we work fast but the photos kept slipping away or sizing down too much or up to much, not behaving like photos on a screen normally do. Over and over I’d fret, worry, stress, not get it right, wake up and repeat. Someone kept trying to break into my apartment and my door was closed but I heard them coming. The cats slid under the door crack and every time I stood up to blockade the door or run away or do something I was so unsteady and dizzy I couldn’t stay upright and would fall down. It was blurry, the room was very dark, and eventually I sat near my window and thought about how to other people, 6am was a time for getting up and for me it was scaredy-cat time.
February 3, 2012
Wearing overalls, but short overalls (jort overalls?). The pages of the books I wanted to read kept falling out and getting mixed up as I tried to gingerly keep them in place. The books were oversized – large, like children’s books.
February 2, 2012
My entire family was trying to ride one horse up a hill. Eventually the horse, a beautiful chestnut colored, buckled down softly and wanted to take a nap, so we were stuck. The great outdoors became indoors (though we grumbled that our horse pooped out) and I. Quirk showed up to meet my parents as an adult, even though needn’t have and my parents pretended like they couldn’t see him. Something else happened, Mr. E was there, a conversation ensued but I don’t remember what it was.
January 27, 2012
There was a large, rickety house on the beach and sometimes had a roof and sometimes did not. A group of friends went there but they were people I barely knew – only one was an actual friend, Jane – and they were all Burners. At the house we acted out a play in which an old Mexican woman started dressing better and became more attractive, and there was a dance party except I didn’t want to dance in front of everyone which Simone understood but everyone had to dance so after the audience left the room I got up and did a quick dance. We kept going into town, which was a university, to see people and do things, and then one of the gay men was suddenly sick and was rushed away in my pick up truck without me driving. I didn’t realize the gay men were partners but they were and we found the partner and rushed him to the hospital, where they had had to resuscitate the first guy. My dad was at the hospital which was also a university and Jane stayed with the guys and my dad, and my dad was screaming at me about how the house was unsafe and he couldn’t believe what I was doing. I forgot to tell Jane not to tell my dad what was actually happening and that there was no adult supervision because I had lied to him about what the house was like, and I meant to call her but could never get the number on my phone. We went back to the house and it didn’t have a roof anymore and the gay men were back and the first one kept needing to be restarted so the paramedics kept coming out and he kept almost-dying or being dead for a minute before getting going but then he’d be fine.
January 18, 2012
My hair was a lot longer than it is now, and I was surprised by how fast it grew. I owned a hair dryer and defuser, which I thought was weird but also handy.
January 17, 2o12
Walking with Mr. E. Proposal, matching rings for either hand that looked like a flower with a sapphire in the middle. Confused that I could be engaged but not be in a relationship or have expressed intimate feelings. Told this was normal. Went to Mr. E’s childhood home and was snuck into his room. His grandmother walked in on us cuddling. I asked if she was going to tell his family and he said “yeah, word will spread like wildfire.” He had the same Mickey Mouse blanket as myself when I was a kid (who am I kidding, I still have that and use it most nights). I had to do a race of some kind by myself as a test, so I was driven up the mountain by a girl (Erin?) and I was scared to have to run down it alone as the sun went down. A group of runners came by us so I leapt from the car and followed them so I would not be alone.
January 13, 2012
Something about a house, Sean, a bathroom, a quiet room, the past, the future, conversation.
January 12, 2o12
Minesweeper being played.
January 11, 2012
A homeless man came up behind me while I was walking in the early morning and reached his arms around me to get into my track jacket pocket and steal my keys. I caught him in the act, and he told me to be more careful.
January 13, 2012
Something about a house, Sean, a bathroom, a quiet room, the past, the future, conversation.
January 9, 2012
Sort of sad I could remember this. There was a large house/office space that was Victorian in style. In my office space they kept holding exorcisms or dissections of fantastic creatures (vampires, etc) in the back on a rug and I wanted to get on my computer to do work but every work station I sat down at was always in the way by someone. I was under a deadline (a literal deadline, like if I didn’t meet it, I’d be dead) and time was moving very slowly. I went downstairs to get something and found myself in a room with a guy from high school, T. We were just friends but there was a bed and he pulled me onto it and started trying to rape me. I kept saying no and trying to get away from him but he was the size of a line backer and even though I continued to try and get away and slip past him he’d block me and keep me on the bed. Eventually I was backed up against the wall and was able to scream and push him off of me and ran out of the room, sans clothes. I was wearing clothes when I left the room though, and was standing by a window. A football coach came up to me and sniffed, loudly saying “it smells like dog food by you.”
January 8, 2012
Long walk with Mr. E outdoors, trying to have a discussion about what emotes and what does not but while we circled subjects we never went into an actual conversation. Sun was shining, felt much like a strange movie, almost as if it was not real.
January 6, 2012
Went snowboarding by following other snowboarders who were good at the sport and not ever looking up. We apparently went down a black diamond route and I stayed upright until the end, when I fell and was slammed into by other snowboarders, my body instantly bruised on my ribs and shoulders. My company was staying together at a retreat; the first night we had a more “luxury” set up which had a private room and bath, and then after that we all were corralled into a place that was entirely communal, from sleeping quarters to showers and toilets. I started my period even though I had just ended it and every girl I know told me this was a horrible sign and I needed to go see a doctor right away but I wasn’t too worried about it and really was just frustrated it was happening in such a communal setting. I went to buy lady products at the small store but despite carrying all sorts of needs they didn’t have any of those, so I had to ask the clerk if I could borrow one from her purse. Everyone went on a hike except the dream lept from about to leave to coming back so I didn’t get to see the hike.
January 5, 2012
Eating duck. Lots of duck.
January 4, 2012
My family and friends were going to be in a talent show and we were almost late because we went to dinner. We arrived and were the first to perform. My grandmother Nonna was there and read a poem while impeccably dressed in 70′s gear (a calf length skirt, turtleneck, matching vest and a wide belt) and everyone marveled at her ability to leap from the stage at her age even though she needed help getting onto the stage (my brother had to lift her up). Everyone in the audience had shoes under their seats except where my family was sitting and I was disappointed because some people got purple converse, which I really wanted. I actually kept walking around looking at empty seats to see if there were converse anywhere. At some other point in the dream I was at Bart with Simone and we had to run through a maze of tunnels and stairs and even down an “up” escalator to get to the area where the trains came down. It looked like Manhole kind of, and a we were worried about getting splashed as a cop car drove down the tracks. We got on but the train stopped and a girl was walking around cleaning spots off the floor. The woman next to me kept spitting on the floor near the girl cleaning and I got upset at her and told her she was rudely creating more work for the floor cleaner and we got into an argument. During the talent show my brother refused to face the audience and at one point Logan’s electric guitar became unplugged and it was impossible to hear him and I remember thinking “Oh, it’s because electric guitars need amps.” There were several marching bands entered in the show but I didn’t see any of them because my family took way too much time. Regan was there too, and she was supposed to come to dinner and the show but she only appeared for part of the talent show and then left.
January 3, 2012
A well dressed, distinguished very old (like, 200 year old) man with white hair and very tall was laid out on the grass as people decided which clothes he should be buried in.
January 2, 2012
Saw Sean in a cafeteria-style area, gasped and then ignored him for a second. Then I walked by him and his friends and casually tossed him an apple without looking at him. Eventually I busied myself with other tasks and then he tried to talk to me but only to say he gave DC away and didn’t think either of us should have him.
December 27, 2011
Giant faced people being sliced by peelers while people were driving and diving under tractors. A boxing ring where people got to punch who was in the ring and then took a few seconds before they were allowed to pounce again and get in the ring. Body snatchers moving from person to person, people flipping bodies on the beach Freaky Friday style, someone who committed a crime flipped bodies and was excited he wouldn’t be able to be caught.
December 22, 2011
On a Bart train late at night, ran into Lindsey (but she looked like Lindsey from long ago – nineteen year old). We talked about K a lot without looking each other in the eye, discussing self-help, techniques and what we tried to make things better for him. It was night outside, and Bart became a picturesque al fresco restaurant that we departed together but separately. We agreed it had been nice to chat, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever talk to her again.
December 21, 2011
Sean was hunkered at a corner table.
December 20, 2011 – Simone’s Dream
Al Gore fired her from her job.
December 20, 2011
I woke up a little confused. My nose piercing had been replaced with plastic, and I had two piercings in the sides of my nostrils that also had plastic in them and throughout the dream they developed keloids and eventually became really big and were a bit painful. Simone had the same problem only her nose piercing was just gone entirely. Logan was there, and eventually admitted he had been horsing around with Simone and had knocked her piercing out and there had been a lot of blood. I asked him if he had knocked mine out too and he sheepishly admitted he had.
December 13, 2011
I was going to be executed/sacrificed and I knew it was coming because it had been rehearsed. So the big day came and I was nervous and upset and taking my time getting to the outdoor area where it would take place. I came upon a tent set up with a party and lots of food and got a little distracted, and then this spritely girl came up to me wearing running clothes and asked if I wanted to run. I said “definitely” and we started taking a jog around this beautiful mountain area – I wanted to run for twenty miles but she said we didn’t have time and I was kind of whiney about wanting to run farther. She eventually escorted me to where the execution was supposed to take place, and told me she was 10 years old (even though she was obviously an adult) and there was another runner there, and my brother and parents and some people who were supposed to be close friends. Before we began, my brother said he had something to say and then proceeded to twitch and freak out for a minute. He then revealed his arm and we saw neatly cut lines from his wrist to his elbow and he told us he was a cutter. I cared, but I was really worried about being killed in a few minutes, so I asked the magician/wizard/Rasputin looking man who was in charge when that would take place and he said it had all been a rouse to get everyone together to listen to my brother, and then said “this isn’t about you. It’s about him.”
December 12, 2011
My work wife got a free bra every time she spent one thousand dollars on something super un-necessary, so she kept spending and buying to get these free bras, and I asked if she would give me one – but I asked shyly and slyly because I knew I’d be getting one hell of a deal. Later, after working out I went to Mr. E’s house instead of my own and walked in on him brushing his entire body with toothpaste and a giant toothbrush and he was very surprised to see me and I was embarrassed to have come over unannounced.
December 11, 2011
Was packed and ready to get on an airplane and this time I knew it was happening which meant this was obviously not a dream. Except I got to the airport and realized I had forgotten my anxiety medication and had a panic attack, saying “wait no! I never forget that!” and was upset that this was happening in real life and not just in my head, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to get on the plane at all.
November 28, 2011
While on a walk with Ashley we heard a strange noise that sounded almost like a sonic wave. We peered over the hill (we were at the cemetery by her house, walking toward a cafe and shopping district the place of rest also housed) and a swarm of bees came at us at full speed. Frantically we pulled hoods over our heads and tried to hide our bodies, lying down and knowing nothing we could do to move would help, just lay hoping we wouldn’t be noticed by the bees. They made a horrible buzzing sound and finally flew over us. We were terrified and stung, I had three identical stings on both sides of my face/neck. Made it to the cafe and two uninterested hipster girls were working the register slowly and poorly. We couldn’t decide what to order, and ashley eventually got rum. I wanted mulled wine or mulled something but they only had hot chocolate so I settled for that. We got our drinks and I turned around to see Sean sitting there waiting with some of his friends – we all knew the person whose funeral we were about to go to – and he raised his hand to say hello. I glared at him and he stopped smiling. Then Amy from work was there and she tried to talk to me and I got furious at her, saying “didn’t you see the bees that attacked us? I’m NOT in a good mood.” Sean and I were outside, but it was impossible to tell who was running from whom.
November 26, 2011
I completely forgot about an all day math test I needed to take in order to move forward on a job application (weird) so a man in a trench coat showed up at my work to fetch me for it, and told everyone why he was there. The CEO and him went to discuss the architecture of a nearby gazebo while I tried to decide if I even wanted to take an all day math test. I walked slowly around, looking for Ryan to see what he thought of everything (and honestly it felt more like this guy was trying to pick me up for a date and TJ was my dad and they were doing some sort of bonding). I really didn’t want to go but I felt pressured to do it. Eventually I went inside the offices we were working out of, which were actually hotel rooms with no beds. I kept thinking my job would be easier if they just paid me to sleep there too. The offices/rooms were messy, a random boot was sitting in one among the clutter. It was early or late, and Simone’s family came in arguing but once they saw me they pretended everything was okay.
November 24, 2011
The enamel was chipping off my teeth, exposing a strange sort of muscley tissue underneath. I called upon my dentist who was out for the day so I talked to his secretary, and it took me a while to find his name in the phone book because it kept moving around. Strangely, I called my eye doctor, Blevins, who apparently in this dream was also a dentist. His secretary told me to see a doctor. The exposed tissue hurt a bit, and my teeth looked pock-marked which was embarrassing, though the holes kept changing sizes.
November 23, 2011
Sizing photos into a landscape size, the photos were awful, blurry, and it was frustrating.
November 22, 2011
Everyone kept liking what I was wearing, and it was late and I attempting to leave where I was, except I ran into Internet Dave who didn’t recognize me at first, so he said “Oh, you look great! Let me buy you coffee!” and before I could refuse coffee he was buying it hurriedly as if he wanted it to be over once he realized who I was.
November 18, 2011
My grandmother, Betty, was sitting in an audience at a performance I was attending. It was not as big of a surprise to see her as it would be in real life (real after-life?) though I was excited to see her and ran over to give her a hug.
November 10, 2011
Silver sparkly fishnets, which were way more awesome than just silver sparkly tights.
November 9, 2011
Another dream about losing my hair. I was trying to make an appointment to have my hair cut and dyed because I was worried about people being able to see how patchy my head was looking as my hair kept falling out. I figured shorter hair would work better. My hairdresser went from being Kate to being a man, and we couldn’t find a time that worked because I couldn’t leave work to go. Eventually I got an appointment but then the CEO told me I needed to stay so I called the guy to tell him I wouldn’t make it and he said it was too late to cancel and charged me anyway. When I told my CEO, he shrugged, even though there was no work to do. Throughout my dream I kept looking at my head, worrying my scalp was showing or my hair was thinner but it never was.
November 6, 2011
I was presiding over my brother’s wedding, which was in an auditorium that was also a church but really looked like a Jr. high school gym. I stood on the stage, and he and his bride were below me with a microphone. Angie stood next to me, and we realized we had forgotten the ceremony but quickly found it. I looked out in the audience and noticed MJ and K were missing, but was told to just start without them, and then I was confused as to why MJ wasn’t presiding over the event. I started to read, but the words were smooshed together and the fonts were all different and wonky and I couldn’t not stumble starting with the very first line and Angie stood next to me expectantly but not a bit exasperated. I had barely gotten through the first two sentences when Nick and Katherine started talking in the audience, and then suddenly they were at the front of the room and yelling into the microphone, ranting and raving and I just stood and watched. We all did, no one stopped them. Finally security was called and I asked Angie if I should continue and she shook her head.
November 5, 2011
Was walking through a store trying to decide what kind of blanket to buy, and so many were hanging around and I was touching them all, and I kept noticing different textures. Fuzzy. Scratchy. Raised. Soft. Plush. Papery. Thin. Wobbly. So much tactile sensation.
November 3, 2011
Blankets, and the discussion of nude women posing for portraits as being uncouth.
November 2, 2011
What happened to October? Sheesh, I dreamed during it. Anyway, totally had a dream in which there was a beer with my former work husband’s exact name and I wanted to buy him a bottle but they only sold it by the pint, so I wanted to buy him a pint but it was $45, and he wasn’t there. It did not occur to me to take a picture.
October 24, 2011
Driving and very much just lost in a maze of streets while in a van.
October 22, 2011
Walking a maze of houses then into a condo unit and scared I would be caught, only to realize I was in a dream and thus could decide not to get caught.
October 5, 2011
Wow, okay. So apparently I ran into Phil. A large mix of adults and their adult children were hanging out in a big restaurant, and we pushed all the tables together to hang out (like, 15 tables). I got in line at a bank but it was a bank and a Peet’s Coffee so I had to walk around the coffee bar to get to the bank line, and P was annoyed by this. We were sort of dating/hooking up for the day. I helped a friend of his buy a dress that was sort of a tunic but with spaghetti straps and she had bought it for me but then wanted to keep it and she never paid me back. I wasn’t sure if I should talk to the adults or the people my age. A band was going to play, then many bands. Someone walked in on me and P being a little intimate, and later I was being told I was slutty and didn’t respect myself or my body by a lot of strangers. Another girl told me I wasn’t pretty enough and P was going to talk to me about that, which he did even though I told him I already knew. He said he was going to date the girl who had the tunic dress thing because she was better looking, but he knew I was smarter, more fun and more interesting, so really it had nothing to do with me, and he told me I shouldn’t change, to which I replied “I wasn’t planning on it.”
October 4, 2011
Was going to both perform in and watch a concert band show – my parents were coming. Simone was with me, and it was desperate that I have a change of clothes. Something was wrong with the shirt I was wearing, so we jumped out of the van and ran into a coffee shop on a corner thinking I could purchase a black t-shirt for their shop. Only they seemed to be out, and they were not interested in helping me quickly, and would not let me try on the one shirt they kept offering me, a wrap around cropped shirt that I wanted to make sure would fit. They kept moving slowly, and had almost talked me into purchasing this weird shirt when I noticed a small Buffalo Exchange was opening up across the street, and Simone and I ran over to be the first people in. I was insistent upon finding the little kids T-shirt section where I find the best shirts and then we got distracted by clothes of all kinds. We did check out but I don’t recall what we bought or if I put it on in place of whatever it was I had been wearing. I was late for the performance, but ran to my seat and someone was holding my trumpet even though I had been carrying it around in Buffalo Exchange, and I sat down to play only we had to turn our attention elsewhere.
October 3, 2011
Forgiveness. A rearranged room. Apologizing, saying I made the right decision. Unannounced visit goes over well.
October 2, 2011
Forgot to mention a few days ago that Tia and Tamara Mowry made a guest appearance in my dream. Apparently we were old friends and I hadn’t seen them in awhile. We briefly discussed how hard it was for them to be famous and then we talked about what had been going on in our lives.
September 30, 2011
Was attending a holiday party being held at “RTN” headquarters, only those were actually a building I’d seen before in another dream (the one where I almost got a tattoo but had to leave and K was there at the end). Apparently there was a cemetery behind the building, which had Roman-style pillars. Inside RTN though seemed to typical early start-up fare – cement floors, loud colors, etc. We had meant to get to the party early but somehow didn’t make it until midnight. My parents came with me, and my mom started drinking right away. People got separated and eventually it was morning time and I got a text message from Simone telling me she didn’t know where she was. Suddenly the building was more like a twisty, rambling Victorian house. I ran through looking for her. Being a dream, I couldn’t text because every time I tried the message was garbled and the letters moved about. I finally found a round speaker and yelled for Simone into it and she could hear me. I asked where she was and she said she didn’t know, but that there was a yellow chair. Finally, I found the owner of the house and told her about this issue and she helped me search but even she wasn’t certain where Simone might be. Suddenly we were outside and there was a river and rocks and one heck of a lot of muck. I had to jump into the muck to grab onto a moving boulder to save myself and help Simone and was helped out by none other than Ira Glass, who was apparently the husband of the woman who owned the house. Ira Glass handed me a towel and I was too embarrassed to say anything to him, and later lamented to his wife about how in spin class he was the reason I wanted to get to the top of a hill and how I finally had my chance and had nothing to say. Eventually we realized Simone must be somewhere in the city, so we got coordinates and I got in a cab only the cab driver got lost so I had to get out of the cab and was trying to navigate my way to the cross streets where the house was. I was confused as to why Simone (who had now morphed into my work wife, Erin) would leave a party drunk and go all the way across town.
September 29, 2011
A note was scribbled on top of another note on a piece of binder paper: “PS: We keep almost kissing when talking about dinosaurs.” Later I was walking down a long hill and was planning to be roommates with Corrine, which seemed like a strange idea given our very different lifestyles but neither of us was worried about it. The Jay-Z song “Ride” was playing and we were singing along to it, only Aaron told us the name of the song was actually “Relax.” At the bottom of a pile I found the black and pink bra I’ve been missing. Later, I went swimming while carrying a giant pillow that kept growing bigger and was trying to shield myself from anyone who might see me.
September 28, 2011
Was staying at my parent’s house while they were away and was a little scared so I went into my brother’s old room, which was also an amphitheater of sorts. While hiding, a bunch of people descended upon the house and came in and I was not wearing a top, which was both embarrassing but also unavoidable. I was hiding behind desks when I realized everyone was there for a seminar. I finally popped up and found a shirt. Later I found doodles of my Yahoo! email address that I never used in a scrapbook of LP’s, and I really wanted her to leave the room so I could snoop through the scrapbook more, but there was nothing interesting in there. She and I laid down on a bed and were talking about how being friends was probably weird but we should do it because we’re both nice people, regardless of how we know each other.
September 26, 2011
Forgot I was afraid of flying until I was on an airplane completely sober and we were about to take off. After the longest taxi-ing ever (the plane wove in and out of so many roads) I was crying hysterically and begging for alcohol, and also realized I did not bring any anti-anxiety meds with me so I was completely freaking out. Another passenger gave me Captain Morgan rum straight from a bottle and I downed it but was awake and feeling the plane lift off.
September 23, 2011
After staying the night at a childhood friend’s home (of whom I’m no longer friends with, but she was there and we were politely not speaking to each other) my brother had been there too, but when I woke up he was gone. No one had heard from him, and he had left belongings at the house so we were a bit concerned. While looking for my brother, I tried to go to Trader Joe’s at eight in the morning to pick up groceries and test drive a car, but I had forgotten they don’t open until 9am, and even though I told the employees I had gotten up at six to get to the store, they shrugged at me. Back at school I was in class but stepped out to what was the little office in K-hall from my high school. A woman in there was wearing a large canister full of dried red kidney beans over her head so all I could see was her eyes but this didn’t faze me. She greeted me and I was surprised she remembered who I was. She then pulled the canister off her head and all the beans spilled everywhere and I recognized her. She wrote me a note to stay out of class and I went down the hallways looking for my brother. I ran into my old friend while attempting to zig-zag through an arts and crafts room, and she told me “Well, he’s not out of the hospital yet” and I freaked out at her for not telling me where he’d been. I ran out a back door and my brown shoes with bows on them were hurting my feet so I stopped to stretch and buy some time. The friend followed me and I was very rude to her. I ran to where I thought my brother would be – not a hospital but a grocery store check out line that was in the high school and I bumped into my mom. I tried to hold my mom back to see what the damage was before she did but she pushed me forward and we saw at the same time my brother had broken both his legs.
Oh, remembered more! There was a point where I walked by Garrison Kiellor who was sort of panhandling on the street. He was short and bald but his voice was unmistakeable. He told me about starting Prairie Home Companion and about how the show has changed since the 70′s. He kept panhandling while we talked and I wanted my picture with him but a few more girls flocked to him and soon we were all talking and sitting around a table and my phone was under the table, poised and ready to ask for a picture but everyone just kept chatting. Later, while hanging out with my brother I was concerned about getting a silk shirt to fit and he told me silk was a really tricky material to put on and it was often not stretchy and that the piece I wanted to wear was obviously too small for me. Eventually I put my hands over my head like a diver and was able to pull on the pink silk shirt, which became a pink and black silk dress with pink buttons on the shoulders and it fit great.
September 20, 2011
A very old French woman who barely spoke English wanted to know what I did for a living and we communicated in broken English for awhile, her eyes deeply sunken in but still full of a vitality rarely seen in someone half her age. Was dating a guy (SM?) who lived at home with his mom, who rented out his room for people to look out at the beach. He and I would be cuddling and tourists would come through and start taking off their clothes to change into swimsuits, and both he and his mom were very nonchalant about it. I went to the kitchen at one point to get a glass of water (without my clothes because I thought I could make it without being seen) and got caught by his mom who wanted to chat. She later wanted to meet us up the street at a Mexican cantina, and we did, but the food took too long to come and I was supposed to be home by 10pm to see my Aunt Bonnie. Except it was 10pm and it was still daylight, which I raised concerns about but no one else was perturbed this was the first time it had ever happened. I ran down a sidewalk to get to my car, a long dark sidewalk and explained to SM that when running on unfamiliar sidewalks I keep my arms in front of me in case I fall.
September 19, 2011
On an alien planet, trying to hide out in a cabin and not get attacked in a jungle but there was no cabin. Kept going out on the dirt terrain and coming back staying hidden but returning to a village where it was known we were outsiders and that was okay. We left the grounds through a gate and went into another side, got in a car that we took down a dirt road and fell into what we thought was a mirage but was actually water and had to escape from a sinking car. The usual method I had learned about escaping (waiting til the door is submerged) did not work, and I escaped by opening but then shutting the door as it was halfway submerged, and the other people weren’t leaving their seats.
September 16, 2011
C. Caplan was a giant.
September 14, 2011
I purchased a bed, and enjoyed hanging out on the mattress before the bed arrived. (It’s about time — I’m dreaming about this. Sheesh.)
September 13, 2011
Climbed a fence wearing a pair of new jeans and was worried about ripping them while going over the very top. Once back on the ground, ran into an old coffee shop client customer who took me aside. I was worried he was going to chastise me and I had been eating gummy-ish candy that was stuck on the tops of my teeth and in my gums (hate how that happens) but instead he pulled me around the corner of what seemed to be an elementary school and said he’d been thinking about it and he figured we might as well go on a date.
September 12, 2011
Many people from my high school marching band and I were on a sandy beach having some kind of calisthenics when the director told us we would have a contest to see who could sit in the sand (on your knees, hands over your neck kind of like “duck and cover” from grade school) and touch one elbow to the ground then the next, for the longest. This competition began and obviously it was going to go on awhile – it’s an endurance contest. I did really well, and was even able to move around while I touched my elbows to the sand and climbed up a wall and was doing the movement above everyone else. Eventually, A. Pipkin (high school sax player) came by and told me I had won except there were no winners – it was an April Fool’s joke. I wasn’t upset at this news, despite the fact that I had really large wounds on my elbows from all the craziness. I followed Clinton (another hs sax player) away from the wall and down to the beach where I started cleaning my open wounds, and I had to pull tons of glass-noodle looking noodles out of my wounds. I was washing the wounds, then would fish these noodles out, and it all seemed perfectly normal. A TV was turned on, and there was a really detailed commercial for Meg Cabot and all her books.
August 21ish, 2011
In an effort to return an item, my parents and I were at the wedding of Anoosheh and Darren C (kids from elementary school), which was an outdoor bash. We did not intend to stay because we were not invited, but we got caught as the ceremony started, so we sat down in the back row. An MC came out and did a horrible job trying to get the crowd warmed up – the crowd was silent instead of ready to rock and roll. Eventually, he had everyone yell and scream and take a long lap through the vomitorium and back to their seats, though it was standing room only. I managed to find myself back stage with the wedding party and was trying to tell them about Vow Muse, and while the ceremony had not been written, nor had the Father of the Bride speech, no one was interested in my help or listening to me. I saw Simone in the crowd of people. Afterward, we were trying to film a commercial and I was offended I had not been asked to be a coordinator, and then spent time getting the right people in an elevator and realized someone’s girlfriend was mad at them for being late.
August 18, 2011
My coworker knew Rider Strong and I was trying very coyly to ask about how she knew him and what she knew about him and hey, isn’t that him over there? Oh it’s not, well can we meet him because he seems really nice.
August 16, 2011
Apparently, I had a baby. At first it wasn’t mine, I was just carrying it for my brother as we walked into a YMCA/hot springs type place, but then she was mine. At one point, I went into a fantasy that she was the little girl Boo from Monster’s Inc. Anyway, I took this baby to the pool area and kept almost slipping and falling while I was holding her. I tried to find my brother, but he was gone and a man I’d never seen was there, and was apparently the father but being very disinterested. So I tried to take the baby into the water just to get her used to being in water, but I got yelled at by a lifeguard, not because I was in a lap pool but because she did not have a diaper on. I admitted the lifeguard had a point and then moved through another pool and into the locker room. Suddenly the baby could talk and I had her sit in a locker while I started changing. I realized I didn’t have a diaper with me, or any baby products, and some nice woman took me to a back room where they had supplies for families in need and gave me a small, tampon-size box of diapers. I realized I also did not know how to put on a diaper, so I then got a complicated lesson in diaper changing. The baby/todderly who was certainly able to talk and used big words (I wondered out loud if she came out of the womb like that and where she learned to speak) had been put into a giant space-person suit by another woman and I asked if she’d been diapered, and the woman said “oh..no.” We determined getting her out of the space suit would be ridiculous, so I scooped her up and put her in a gym-like bag as if she was a puppy. I got out to the car and put a whole bunch of bags in the front and back seat and kind of forgot that she was in a bag, and started driving only to realize I had not even buckled my kid in and had half zipped the bag she was riding in so only her head in a space-bubble poked out. I got home and my mom was waiting for me, and I suggested maybe I should put the baby up for adoption.
August 10, 2011
Taking a walk through the woods with co-workers, and was falling behind a bit, stumbling over rocks and dirt. Came to a cabin that was cozy and adorable and had a room that was just like mine at my place. I went in and laid down on the couch. Richard from work came in to talk to me but I didn’t answer much and he left. Then suddenly it was dark and someone was rustling around outside. I had been woken up by the rustling and watched as a figure walked around the cabin and into it. I wasn’t too worried until the person was suddenly in my room and sitting on the couch. It was Miranda, and she had come to tell me everyone had left me out in the woods and gone back to work, but she had come to get me because she thought it was a little rude, even if I had been sleeping.
August 9, 2011
Renee bought me a hot dog wrapped in a churro and I felt compelled to eat it, even though I don’t eat meat. So I did, and felt horrible the entire time and then said “that’s the first meat I’ve eaten in seven years.” (Side note, not true) We were at an amusement park and there was a moment when I was trying to eat cake and it was a really dangerous amusement park. Brum and his girlfriend were there and she slipped and fell on some rocks she was climbing but she was fine. We had to perform an acrobatic dare in order to move forward in the amusement park and there were rocks and then there was a person who leaned over and bit my hand very hard.
August 4, 2011
It was ten pm but still light outside, a group of people were riding trainer bikes on a street corner and a guy was asking them if their equipment was working. I went into an old house that was a store with no one in it and was looking for something in particular, however I only found old jeans and musty books. I wanted to say goodbye to a group of people, but was not able to get to them in time as they drove away in a Hummer.
August 3, 2011
My mom was wearing emo-style glasses. The really big ones, black plastic frames. My dad was supposed to take some sort of cholesterol medication and instead accidentally took laxatives and we ended up not being able to go on a family trip we were planning.
August 2, 2011
I had to clean a toilet. No really, this was my dream.
July 31, 2011
While trying to drive across the bay on a bridge, suddenly we were just driving in the bay itself and trying to dodge tons of rhinos who were swimming in the water. After the rhinos there were ginormous jellyfish and weird birds that kept trying to eat our car. After the jellyfish? Tiny penguins.
July 30, 2011
I was running a horse camp out of my back yard. The horses? Same ones from when Angie and I went to camp. Sugar, Sweetie, Tony, Kabul, Knight…then I found paperwork while trying to find a needle and thread at a house (a house I got to by jumping into out of a moving plane after deciding not to jump at a shopping mal) and the pilot circled about while I came across a mix tape I really wanted to publish. So I was working on it when the owner of the tape/paperwork showed up and he was really old and we sat down in twilight on a deck at my parent’s house and shared secrets. He had wild, crazy hair.
July 1, 2011
In a beautiful house that looked like a cabin, an old coffee shop customer who used to come into Farley’s was meeting up with me and Jessa. He and Jessa totally fell for each other and were flirting and giggling, and I got jealous but understanding. When Jessa left I asked him why her and not me, and he said he hadn’t realized I was interested. We were suddenly downstairs in my parent’s house and being very PG when my dad walked in and started bellowing about how people don’t want to meet in person anymore and I told my dad this was a conversation I’d already heard and he was just trying to impress us and listen to himself speak and he agreed, but kept talking. I went into the bathroom to wash my face, and when I came out we were outside.
June 30, 2011
(This was such an awful dream.) I was at my parent’s house and we were trying to get ready for a party of sorts. There were people and commotion. Suddenly, my dad just hit the deck while he was in the middle of speaking. He seemed to still be breathing but his heart rate was insane, and I was yelling at my mom to call an ambulance. She finally did, and she made it sound like it wasn’t an emergency to the operator despite my insistence to say otherwise. I ran out to the driveway to direct the ambulance in, and several cars passed me which was weird, including a police car that went to another house, and finally 30 minutes later a VW bus/hearse with flashing lights chugged up the road and went to my house. The inside of the van was filthy, and there was a roll of blood soaked paper towels was in the back. I went to the phone and called the ambulance again, and they said it was going to be a long time before someone came because my mom had told them we needed to have tea provided for 30 people and they hadn’t gathered it yet. By this time it was clear my father was dead and we were all ignoring his body on the floor and I couldn’t go near him. The pretend EMT’s were obviously trying to take my dad’s body parts to make meals with them, and apparently had sushi made from the organs of the body they had in the back of their van. We got them to go away, but then they came back pretty quickly. Erin and I walked up a hill on our way to get to the party we were trying to get to, and were looking for a weird set of stairs she’d heard about. We found them and they took us into a fancy cemetery and she wanted to go see her grandmother’s monument to look for something. There were tons of boxes to go through, and the cemetery was in candy-land style colors so it was really pretty. The boxes all had pairs of shoes I didn’t want to touch, but Erin was looking for something else, and we left. I kept thinking about my dad being dead and what that would actually mean but it was a dream so I kept getting distracted from it. I was mad at my mom for not doing more to get an ambulance to us and blamed her for not saving him.
June 22, 2011
Someone was projecting my iPhoto Gallery onto a large screen and judging my photo collection. I was supposed to get on a plane to go somewhere, but the meds I took to relax were not kicking in. I barely made it to the airport on time and I didn’t want to go but I gamely got in line to show my boarding pass. Ryan, my boss, was the ticket taker and managed to take over 20 minutes looking at my ticket, at which time my flight departure had passed and I was super excited to have missed the plane. Unfortunately, he called the pilot to make sure I would make it on the plane and they would wait for me and I was super upset about it.
June 18, 2011
I was on a field trip and Kathy C. was sort of in charge, as was Ms. Taylor. We were at the Lawrence Hall of Science but it looked like the Palace of Fine Arts, and we were supposed to be taking some kind of lecture series. Ms. Taylor yelled at us to behave because we were being watched and an aid came in looking for Gautum. I left the room to find someone who was texting me and was not wearing my shoes. I ran into Kathy and explained my shoe situation and she said she’d look on the bus. Then I had a coupon for a free bra and I went to pick that up along with what I thought was free underwear but turned out to be mini-bagels with different kinds of schmears. I was apparently dating a girl, and my mom was coming to meet us and I was wondering how I should break it to her that my new significant other was quite different than anyone else I’ve dated.
June 16, 2011
I went on a date with a guy who wore a puffy SF 49ers jacket circa 1995. We met in a parking lot, and I drove my old Camry. While driving, I talked about how hard it was for me to drive the Camry and why and how bulky and long she was, and then I ran into a U-haul style truck in front of us. The driver just sped away, and the guy I was with seemed thoroughly underwhelmed and underimpressed. We went to a strip mall and while looking for a place to eat, the guy asking if I’d ever been to the convenience store. They sold $17-$36 dollar a plate dinners there as well as the usual 7-11 stuff. We laughed about it. Then we went into a place that had tunnels and passages and slides, and I was a little afraid but the guy kept just going on without me. I finally made it down a chute that landed me in a well lit area, and it was a place with a lot of gym floors and girls playing volleyball and guys playing basketball. I found the guy, and then looked over and saw Billy from Battlestar Galactica. Super excited to see someone I kind of imagined I knew but did not, I went and talked to the actor and tried to pretend I wasn’t a fan and then just caved and admitted it. We wound up taking a walk and then being at a family dinner and snuggling at the table.
June 15, 2011
Vampires. I was both running from them and one of them. One was hiding above the curtains, scaling across the ceiling at a Victorian-era house that seemed to be empty. I was on high-alert to guard my group from them, but at the same time was running insanely fast and obviously seemed to be a vampire.
June 8, 2011
Part one: Ira Glass. I was in a hot-tub with Ira Glass, and we were chit-chatting about this and that. I kept thinking “Oh my god Ira Glass is talking to me” but outwardly I was playing it cool as a cucumber. I wanted to seem really calm and collected. I kept thinking his name over and over, “Ira Glass” and eventually he was pretty close to me and talking and I finally said, “Okay, you have to tell me: what is it like being Ira Glass?”
Part two: Basically, I incorporated myself into the plotline of the first episodes of Dr. Who for this season, only there was no doctor. I was in a hotel or a small ghost town and we knew there were invisible aliens we couldn’t see everywhere but we couldn’t see them or remember seeing them and some people were putting dots on their arms to mark when they saw them. I kept popping out to different places and trying to see the aliens by surprising them but I only saw them sometimes. I was suddenly overhead watching Amanda dressed as pilgrim and riding on a horse and buggy as she tried to escape, and her fiance was sitting next to her, dead but seemed to be sleeping. Back where I was, the town was deserted but we weren’t sure why. We kept thinking people would come bring us supplies, and for some reason we wanted to stay where we were. I eventually ran outside and hid on a cliff side and kept looking up knowing the aliens would find be, but I wanted to see them or at least think I was hiding from them. I was gripping the rocks when I woke up.
June 6, 2011
The place I worked had a secret. I walked out of my car in a dark parking lot and two senior staffers walked me to the office, which was underground. Everything kept being secret, but I kept running into weird things, like the Dev team making invisible powder and other magical experiences. The team went to dinner very late at a spooky pub, and someone on the team was an octogenarian who I sat next to. We went back to the underground offices and I kept getting lost and finally realized the secret: Everyone was vampires. Eventually they were going on a time-warp mission and I got sucked in as they were returning and wasn’t supposed to and had no recollection but years had passed.
June 5, 2011
Parked far away from a classroom to go to class with my brother, and we were not allowed to enter unless we were all together. But my brother was dawdling to leave the car and I really wanted to get to class. We finally got there, very late, and we were allowed in. The teacher was my sixth grade english teacher, Mrs. Crawford, and she let us in but then even though we were in what amounted to the biggest portable classroom of all time full of chalkboards and tables, we had to leave.
June 3, 2011
I woke up with the taste of popcorn in my mouth. Go-kart racing around a lake, getting ticketed for stopping my car to wash the windows. A corrupt cop asking me to be get Avon partner and said I could work off my ticket (she had braces and a foul vocabulary). My mom being skeptical. Trying to buy a mini tennis ball at a sporting goods store, the price being outrageous, talking to my old gym teacher about how I still take gymnastics for fun as the clerk figured out the right price ($22 instead of $2). Hugging my teacher, getting into my car. being in a room full of women, one who wanted to be praying to a eucalyptus. Discussing a 98 year old man who was dying, a math teacher named Mr. Noble. Later, I was in the car with my Dad when he pulled off the freeway and ran over a pot-hole and blew out a tire. He then pulled the car around and blew a second tire in another pot hole. He got out and pulled these crazy looking metal stabby things out of the holes and then seemed lost as to what to do next. I suggested we call AAA, with a cell phone, and then I walked to an auditorium far down the road. I walked by a hotel that had fancy cots displayed in the window. Later my dad called me from outside the auditorium to pick me up.
May 30, 2011
Golly, who wasn’t in this dream? Ryan and Erin from work, Courtney from grade school, all the girls from girl’s night…but what we were doing is beyond me. Oh! Wait! We were attending the funeral of someone who died at a Catholic High School. I ran into a little kid who was spray painting and found his dad and was trying to be on the kid’s side but he didn’t want to be and turned himself in. I felt like the worst mentor ever.
May 29, 2011
Giant white dragonfly like creatures in the house I was in, which was both indoors and outdoors. Nate was there, then Sean was there, but I couldn’t get over to see them. The dragonflies really creeped me out and I wanted to back away from them and get away but no one else had seen them and I locked them in a room.
May 25, 2011
Snakes slipping under the foundation of my parent’s house.
May 21, 2011
Was supposed to meet Kathy for a run only I really did not want to run. So she came out of the hotel with a reallllllly elderly gentleman and I was walking up a hill with a lanky guy who I hadn’t told would be meeting one of my friends and a former teacher of mine, and we all walked to a dimly lit restaurant. The guy who said his name was Eric (I didn’t introduce him because I didn’t know his name) kept tripping over things in the darkness, and when I made a joke about him having to sit in the elderly man’s lap, he got really grossed out and then wouldn’t even sit next to the guy. Later, I was at some place that had a lost and found and I needed a swim suit but didn’t have one, and asked if there was a suit in the lost and found I could have (which no one seemed to think was highly revolting, even though honestly, even to me that is) and despite looking in every nook and cranny, none were anywhere to be seen.
May 20, 2011
My parents lived on the Thames and I was walking down by Angel station when someone asked me for money and then wouldn’t take it when offered. I went home and it was my childhood house, and my brother was in the room next door. I ended up making out with a flamboyantly gay friend of the family, and then afterward went and told my brother who was reading in the next room.
May 15, 2011
Two grass-style rugs. One below, one above, supposedly so we wouldn’t bump our heads as we rolled around.
May 13, 2011
Angie and I were in a van with Mala – I think my parents were driving? Ang told me she was concerned about the way I took care of business and that I was kind of a mean person and cited examples of this. I got flustered and embarrassed and cried and Mala said, “Don’t worry, she’s just trying to help by sharing the truth.”
May 12, 2011
Toilets covered in those paper flowers you make by taking light paper and wrapping around the end of a pencil. I looked for a different toilet, and found a pretty scary bathroom that had no walls and also had video games in it so little kids were playing PacMan next to a row of toilets, and everyone could see each other. It was a co-ed room.
May 11, 2011
Snakes on a roof that were lying flat then jumping up and being cobra like. Me and someone from RTN ran away from them but were constantly on the lookout for them after. We were in a giant treehouse sort of place that was showing movies, but there weren’t enough seats for everyone. I took a swim in a pool you entered from the bottom, and then I eventually found the top entrance and sat in the moonlight with a strange woman. I went back to the movie room and got a seat, but people were stealing more seats from each other and couch cushions. Phillip showed a movie of A teaching a classroom. There was a moving van crash outside the treehouse.
May 8, 2011
I followed a two-headed man in a sparkly vertically striped shirt into a diner. He went into the bathroom then came out. I was supposed to doing some sort of espionage on the guy, but instead wound up flirting with him. I would whisper sweet nothings into one of his ears, and then the second head would respond, which freaked me out.
May 5, 2011
Two am dream; found out I was pregnant with a middle eastern baby implanted in me bit the father was an ex from college who is racist. Also, I broken part of a car ( a belt?) on Christmas after watching Harry porter and didn’t want to tell anyone. While trying to confess, I pretended to be a statue on the side of road a teenagers drove by. Also, I ended up at driversed and was hiding out while trying to confess. I hid under a chair and behind a backpack. Everyone ran into me and asked me to leave, the founder ignored me, and they knocked down a wall to build on a washing machine room. Still wanting to confess, I scoured a school for the father of the child, going into classrooms as yelling his name. A teacher put me in the right direction. Sometime before this all, the guy proposed to me via his nephew; I didn’t want to say yes but couldn’t say no nicely. We hung out in the classroom while I wanted to confess my pregnancy and the fact that I broke this belt thing, then my friend chris Lucas came to the door with a group to ask for donations. I signed a petition, but gave no money. There’s more. Images. Like a concrete road up as I told Sean what I did. the disappointment at having to wear the ring I didn’t want from someone who felt like a stranger. Standing in a gated flower bed. A top army official being racist. A guy I knew in hs wearing a Tshirt with lyrics from boys to men.
May 4, 2011
John and Amanda from the SoCal soccer team came to a shindig in the neighborhood. We kept walking through twisted streets (a whole group of people) and it was both day and night at the same time. Not sure what else to do, we kept coming to a crossroads with a school field. Finally, John and a bunch of guys got on their bikes, and then John told me him and Amanda were separating and they biked off. (I woke up scared this was true, and checked Facebook at 3am…turns out quite the opposite! Thank goodness.)
May 3, 2011
I went to Buffalo B’s with my family and my neighbors. The place had been redecorated and restructured, and I couldn’t find the bar. We tried to walk to a table and I got turned around and had to maze my way to where everyone was sitting. When the waitress came to take a drink order I questioned her about one of the beers on the list that was not described. She could not describe it to me, and kept giving me vague answers about what kind of beer it was. I stood up and started yelling at her and was highly upset that she didn’t know anything about beer and worked at a brewery, and stalked off to the bar to get a drink. My tablemates didn’t seem concerned. As I walked away I realized I could not go back to being a patron because my food would likely be tampered with. Also, there was something about school buses.
April 30, 2011
A husky was laying across both my legs while I slept rendering it impossible for me to get up out of bed.
April 27, 2011
I was driving down Oakes and saw that Yosemite was actually right where this ugly pink house used to be. Excitedly I almost pulled over because I’ve never been to Yosemite, but it turned out that all it was made of was a large few sticks and something resembling a swing. I determined it was not worth getting out of my car and continued driving. I ran into Molly C and met her manfriend and I kept thinking of discussing the fact that we both knew Claire but couldn’t seem to actually do it.
April 24, 2011
I was in a stadium in the bleachers watching a game of some kind. We decided we wanted to hit the pool, and three of us just changed into our suits out in the open; I tried to stay down on the seat I was in. I found out that S had died, and started looking at pictures of her and her manfriend, who morphed from being her manfriend into a scrawny Ryan-Gosling looking guy. I wasn’t terribly upset about S until I was telling another S about what happened, and I suddenly realized we were very close friends, and I started to feel hysterical. I stood up and sat down several times as if that my change the course of history. Then S showed up, and I realized I knew the future. I wondered what I could do to prevent her demise. My parents knew the same thing I did (the future) and we were trying to figure out how to alter the present in a way that would change the course of history. My dad drove a long ways away, getting off a freeway and getting back on and getting off to a strange diner to meet my mom. We sat by a window, and my mom showed up obviously annoyed I was there. She was wearing tall black boots. Suddenly we were back in the car going back to the stadium. Two women were running up and down a very short flight of stairs reciting poetry. My parents and I got in their way, and stood in front of the building, talking about how it had survived the 1906 quake. S came out and we tried talking to her and then decided to pull her into our car. We took her to dinner, and then we were supposed to take her home, but we decided to go elsewhere because an hour wasn’t up yet and we didn’t want to leave her alone. My parents and I wondered if perhaps our demise was at hand beacuse we were with her. Eventually we just started driving with no other way or reason not to take S home. We were being chased, though. A cell phone that wasn’t any of ours kept ringing, and S’s old cell phone had information for a number we should call on her Tumblr site. Her cell phone was an old iPhone that ran on Mac OS 9 and was confusing for me as I attempted to navigate it. All the folders were on the left side of the screen. We pulled over at a rest stop, and our car was facing a rainbow but we could only see it from under water. I pulled out my phone to take a picture and rainbow skewed in the water, my dad telling me the picture wouldn’t work through a windshield. Suddenly the door was wrenched open and a small woman tried to grab S and we were screaming.
April 23, 2011
K was planning to make plans with someone.
April 17, 2011
My dad was bit by a very large snake while we were out on a family walk on a dirt path. My mom took him back to the house and refused to let anyone call for help, saying she’d take care of it. I kept trying to check in on them, but she kept pushing us out of the way.
April 15, 2011
Drinking coffee with Grant. Only taking one sip of carrot juice but looking at the now open bottle.
April 12, 2011
Sarah N. apparently also worked in the content department, and had for years. I asked how she managed to never be at our meetings, and she said she was just always extremely busy. Later…Riding my road-bicycle across a beach, trying not to kick sand everywhere or sink.
April 9, 2011
Was trying to walk to Bay to Breakers. Saw K. Dickson in a top hat, Sean wouldn’t wait for me to catch up. Finally found Richard who had an all white beard.
April 8, 2011
Was getting ready to go out, put green eyeshadow on one eye (from lid to brow) and purple on the other.
April 7, 2011
Clutter. My apartment was cluttered and needed to be cleaned up but I couldn’t figure out where to put everything. I had layers of shelves and wanted to move them on top of each other instead of in front of each other but didn’t want to take what was on the shelves off to do this. I kept looking at the clutter and hating it and trying to figure out how to get rid of it, how to reorganize it. I knew there was enough space for it all, but was being stubborn about rearranging it. A car ride that was too fast by my high school. Wearing a red jacket I donated a few weeks ago, being told it was not the right jacket to be wearing.
April 6, 2011
Andie Vixen (as I call her) was walking me through a dark street.
April 5, 2011
John had cancer in his pencil box. Literally, that was an organ.
April 4, 2011
I woke up far after my alarm clock was supposed to go off and I was highly upset about this, so I called in late to work and wanted to go swimming. Instead though, I just walked to the gym and back without swimming, and acrobatic moto-cross riders who were doing flips down steep drop-offs and balancing precariously on walls. When I got home I knew I needed to shower but there were tons of people in the downstairs area. I waited my turn and got anxious about getting to work, though I realized that since I had skipped swimming I’d be fine. I watched my work roommate type at warp speed in a corner. Then I got in the shower and wondered why I had bothered to walk to the gym. Alex C from Buffalo knocked on the curtain. I was showering in my swim suit. He said that because I was only working two shifts he was re-evaluating my position at Buffalo, and I got freaked out and crumpled into a ball in the shower. He peered down at me and asked what was wrong, and then said he wanted to talk to me about leaving my day job and working as a waitress full time, that they had tons of shifts open and they wanted to offer the current servers the chance to do this. I said I was glad he hadn’t been firing me while I was showering. He gave me a few weeks to think about it, and I started wondering if I could afford to server full time.
April 2, 2011
Liz and I discussing Joey, who was standing behind us in a line. Me waitressing.
April 1, 2011
I was organizing a party that was supposed to take place at Chevy’s. Even though I had called ahead for a reservation, I came home to find a message on my machine (yes, an answering machine) that rambled on about how there was a mistake and a party of 17 already had the tables reserved and a cook had answered the phone and believed that a woman who was obviously not the fiance of the person who had made the reservation was and she had maliciously canceled the party. I grabbed the phone to try and talk to the manager who had called me but when I picked it up, I just got static and couldn’t hear him. He was apologizing on the machine, over and over. People started showing up at a house (not sure whose) that was also sort of a club. I left everyone at a table to go to the docks and meet up with K and welcome him home. His extended family was there, and Betsy and other friends I had never met in person though they all claimed I had. K didn’t want to hang out with Betsy and we walked up the long ramp to the party, which was in his honor. Except that I had not invited any of his friends and only invited my own. My parents were welcoming, and then I got nervous and ran away to a downstairs area. Zephyr and another girl from high school showed up in long dresses (Zephyr’s was velour and maroon) and we did a dog pile of hugging so my parents left us alone. I then tried to spoon on the couch with guys from high school who were watching TV. My parents came downstairs and said “There’s too many people down here” which was their code for saying they wanted me upstairs. I went upstairs to a giant outdoor dance floor on a roof, and tried sprinting through the crowd looking for people I knew. All the Weebly guys were standing in a circle but they were drunk and didn’t recognize me.
March 30, 2011
A long hallway. Me attempting to play the piano, sight-reading sheet music that was just sitting there. I remember there wasn’t much that used both hands which was irritating, and the music of course kept shift around so I couldn’t follow along very well. I remember seeing a G in the bass clef.
March 25, 2011
Frustration. I kept wanting to express frustration over things that don’t normally frustrate me.
March 20, 2011
While at a church-like setting, a group of us who worked for some organization were told we were going to be needed to mentor some high school students for about an hour. We were supposed to answer their questions about anything and talk to them and give them real-talk advice. I thought I wasn’t going to have to do this, but then at the last minute got paired with a girl whose name kept changing. We kept looking for a quiet place to talk because everyone else was sitting right next to one another and I thought that might be weird. A lot of the students were apparently asking about sex, as the mentors were giving hand demonstrations of how this worked. Eventually, my student and I sat down, and she pointed out a guy who had obviously had all his piercings done on the same day (he had many). Before we could really talk about whatever it was she wanted to, our time was up. While walking her back to the group, I was running my fingers through my hair and a sizable chunk of my hair fell out, which naturally made me freak.
March 19, 2011
I was in a ballet recital — which was more like a production. After my first number, I had to change, and I ran off stage only to find that the toe shoes I needed to put on were the wrong size. I was upset until I realized I had two hours until my next number. In the green room, Steve was shooting the breeze with people at big round tables, and I sat down only to be distracted by the conversation. I got up and went looking for the toe shoes, and ran into KW. She started following me, and I slipped into a large dressing room to get away from her. She followed me in and started trying to take pictures of me (not changing or anything, but still) and I mentioned it was inappropriate to take pictures in a changing room. I left the room and scaled a window to try and get out and away, but she followed me. Eventually I was outside in some grass.
March 18, 2011
I purchased a new desk chair for my office. It had a green headrest, a purple seat, and a brownish/red body with yellow arms. It was also way too comfy for an office and was huge so I’d be able to curl up in it. Also in my dream, I called Kristin from my sleep at 2am and she was awake and very freaked out that I had dialed her.
March 16, 2011
A man in a trench coat and fedora lurking in the doorway.
March 15, 2011
Staying in a large house with a group of people (strangers to me). We went out to dinner and had trouble parking, then came home and knew we were sitting ducks for zombies that were coming to kill us. We cleaned the entire house and straightened everything up, and then instead of doing anything proactive, we decided to be very quiet and the adult of the house told us all to lie down on the hardwood floor and wait, that it would be over very soon.
In another dream, I was in the back of a small plane doing tricks over the water. Then Angie and I were perplexed that Sara was unfamiliar with the characters of Fox and Hound and kept saying “He’s a fox who thinks he’s a dog!” over and over, but she wasn’t getting it.
March 14, 2011
Damn, I had this one when I woke up and now it’s gone. Sean was there and…
March 9, 2011
Went to a library to get books for a trip. There was an exhibit of marine life, including koalas living happily underwater with giant sea turtles. I put the tree trunk down that I was carrying with me to look at books, but all the books were ungodly expensive — $59 for To Kill a Mockingbird in school-style hardcover. We took my grandmother Betty to her new retirement community (which was nowhere near as nice as the one she actually would have stayed in) and it had laundry machines in the recreation room. Betty stopped on her way to her room and spent $2 to play a Labyrinth/Pinball hybrid game that was based entirely on luck and not at all on any sort of skill. She kept shaking the machine to keep the ball in play. There was a guitar case next to my tree trunk when I returned. I was worried someone would steal either item. Young R showed up and R of now and him examined each other while I kept exclaiming “You look so small!” (when I meant “You look so young!”).
March 8, 2011
I was trying to take part in a marathon, but somewhere halfway along the way got stopped by my parents. I was going to just have lunch with them and keep going, but it didn’t work out that way. Suddenly, we were at the marathon finish and my parents were confused why I hadn’t run the whole thing. Later, I was trying to ride my bicycle up and down cracked streets for a bicycle race, and stopped at the top of a hill because there were stairs, but I enjoyed the view above the fog before continuing on.
March 6, 2011
Airplanes that landed on water sideways right in front of me, almost beheading kayaking tourists. The apocalypse happened and those of us that were left were trying to figure out how to survive. Lots of lost electricity. People were biking and walking on the freeways to get from place to place. I stopped by O.N and they told me they don’t take submissions that aren’t about real news, and I asked if I could use their shower because not everywhere still had running water. Shops were still in business selling things, and I tried to scoot by two women coo-ing over postcards with Jesus on them, and they were talking how they’d never been to this town before.
March 4, 2011
I was on vacation with Marisa from soccer in Mexico. She was really happy my family had helped her out and she had saved a burial plot in their family graveyard for me next to Lorelei and Rory Gilmore. A giant green bus drove past and let out a bunch of teenagers who were blonde and wanted to walk up a big hill to a nearby high school. We tried walking up the hill with them but it was too steep, so we came back down. Marisa’s brother showed up at the house we were staying at, which was their family home. I was surprised to learn we had a maid there who kept reorganizing my things so I couldn’t find them. We all went to eat at a diner that had empty tables but never sat us, so we left to get food at the corner store. Later, I was with Aaron and Ashely. Aaron dressed to the nines in all white, including white Vibram shoes, white long shorts, a white v-neck sweater (very Puffy ) and a white Newsies style cap — he was surprised I’d never seen him in this attire and both he and Ash attested to the fact that he often dressed like this. Aaron apparently had a sailor fetish and wanted Ashley to carry an anchor around. A really heavy anchor, that felt a bit like a brick. She didn’t want to drag it, but she didn’t want it near her dress, either. My dad had a serious ear infection.
March 1, 2011
While in a maze, Angie and I were having a slumber party. She and I were both almost seduced by a George Washington Carver impersonator, who kissed me under a cloaked hood. Angie then told me that M. Hooten was smitten with him, so I backed off. We were watching something happening in an arena, and eventually we went back to sleep and woke back up.
February 28, 2011
Driving through snowy Hayward Hills with K Carraii and myself in the back seat – S Rocha was the driver, and the snow was off and on. I kept wanting to call my parents to remind them to move their cars while simultaneously trying to give directions to S, who was driving a bit like a lunatic. Luminous mountains gave way to clear skies.
February 19, 2011
Feeding pigeons crumbs that turned to candy coated sunflower seeds and worried the pigeons would be sick from that.
February 14, 2011
Went to the mall and was ridiculously happy to find the Gameboy store that sold only old school Gameboys.
February 10, 2011
Had moved into a new loft with roommates, and a homeless naked man kept sneaking in and being smelly and messy in the corners of the loft. Some woman kept coming in to escort him out, though usually he had defecated all over himself (not anything else, though) and it made him pretty much intolerable to have in our space. Then, a flock of hummingbirds flew out from the rafters and while looking for their nest in the ceiling, I saw lots of coins standing upright on their sides in the ceiling and was perplexed by them, until one shook a little and fell to the carpet below. I excitedly realized that this was where random money on the floor came from, and was glad to have the answer. The coin was supposed to be a quarter, but had become foreign and very large.
February 9, 2011
I was taller than all my friends. And my parents. And this apparently was normal, but even in my dream I considered how I knew this wasn’t status quo.
February 6, 2011
Went out to a party for my work with a bunch of coworkers I have never met. It was held in a part of Hayward I’d never seen that had a pretty nice community feel to it. A classy bar, a few restaurants, some “Old West” attired stores. Every thing had balconies. There was a man with a bullhorn who was pumping music from a boombox into the neighborhood, and it wasn’t annoying, just fun. We went to a Mexican restaurant but I couldn’t find the right table, so I went to the bathroom but then went out a back door and was wandering through the underbelly of this dining establishment, thinking I wanted to move to this neighborhood. A few strange cats from days past showed up and interchanged with each other, too.
February 5, 2011
A saxophone was being passed around in a circle and I know how to properly play a saxophone but I could never get my mouth in the right shape to do it when it came to me. Also, I was being talked down to, but I cannot remember by whom or why.
February 4, 2011
I was taking a fitness class that seemed to be a combination of yoga and dance. One woman had brought her son to the class, and he was as thin as a paper doll and doing handstands against the mirror. He was maybe as tall as two Nalgene bottles, and when he ran his feet weren’t flat (because he was seriously paper doll like) but to stay upright he moved his feet supremely fast. In another dream I had hurt my ankle and couldn’t walk upstairs but could walk downstairs. I was limping upstairs to a dorm room of some kind that was in the shade and I wished I was going to the building in the sun. Simone came to walk downstairs with me, but even though we were going down a long long long way, sometimes we’d come to places where the stairs went up and I had to limp again.
February 2, 2011
The guy who sits across from me at work was talking to me about bicycles. He laughed at me not knowing his bike was a fixie because it had looked like a mountain bike. We were walking windy streets at night, and we were almost like cat burglars prowling around. It was my job to set up a bunch of chairs in a balcony for a basketball team, which I was strangely incapable of doing correctly or well—I couldn’t get all the chairs in one line. I was also responsible for opening a bottle of champagne, which I never did but simply carried the bottle around with me. Jon N. was there, and was sober again. There was a game, or a countdown, or a challenge going on in which pairs of people were called, and then everyone was put into a giant room with water filling up and a storm overhead and waves. An ethereal yet ominous voice gave directions, and pairs of people were instantly removed from the challenge for certain unspoken of reasons. I was watching this game and was in someone else’s body as they were involved, but they were removed. Their partner was mad at them as they walked, wet, down a flight of stairs. Also, all my tights suddenly had runs in them and cigarette burns.
January 28, 2011
Dancing with Tami in an apartment I’ve never seen. K and I were on speaking terms, and then he proposed with a huge ring that had skipping stones at the bottom one was supposed to remove to help it fit. We took off the stones and the ring stopped being a fairly typical ring and was a gemstone itself, a piece of rock that had pink and purple swirls in it and amethyst on top. K went off to class, and I was at a breakfast place where some motorcyclers pulled over because the leader of their pack had been hit in the neck on the road and was bleeding. I ran inside, pushed past a woman on her break speaking spanish, and used a really old school phone to dial an ambulance. The person who answered the emergency line was incredibly incredibly slow. I could see out the window the guy was bleeding still, and losing conciousness, and I tried to calmly relay all this, and the emergency guy told me it would be at least five minutes, then eight minutes, then ten minutes, before someone came. I hung up the phone and wondered if I hadn’t adequately expressed the urgency of the situation. The bleeding guy was on the floor, and people kept coming into the restaurant, one couple sat down while I was on the phone and was annoyed by how the place was decorated. I went home and Tami was there. I put toothpaste on a giant brush that turned into a hair brush, so I put toothpaste on my finger and was brushing my teeth with my finger as Tami talked to me. There was a video of Farley’s regulars singing karaoke, and Jason H became Jason M, who showed up at Tami’s house to pack a bag. K had told Tami secrets, and she was just then telling them to me. I laid down on the couch of a coffee shop and K was there, only K had turned into JR, and was with a girl from his class. JR/K walked by me, saw me, stopped to say hi, and went back to class. I friended the girl on Facebook and saw a ton of pictures of them snuggling a small child together, and snuggling each other (he and I weren’t friends on FB). Angrily, I left Tami’s house without shoes on and started walking home, thinking I’d drive to the city. Something about Allegra too…like, I saw where her docked boat was and saw the schedule for her. Oh, while I was walking, I ended up at a party where Raggs was, and he asked to see the ring. I was shocked he knew, and he said “Oh, it was obvious that was going to happen soon.”
January 27, 2011
Ran into Ken while walking by Lake Chabot; he was wearing a red sweater, swan dove into me, and then ignored me. Was pushing a shopping cart that I kept putting canned beets into even though I knew I already had some in my cupboard at home. The grocery store was overly bright. Matthieu R. was there.
January 26, 2011
Gene and Mary were over for dinner at my parent’s house. My brother, Alexis and I were sitting in the piano room with them. Mary was discussing how she’d finally gone up a pants size and now fit into 28 inch waist pants (at age 90!) and she asked me and Alexis if we wanted any of her old clothes. Alexis looked like she was trying to think of a polite way to refuse, but I assured her Mary had impeccable taste. My brother handed Gene a joint he had just rolled, and I asked Gene quietly if he thought it had been rolled well. Gene shook his head, and Alexis took it and licked it closed. Mary thanked her. I was surprised to learn Gene and Mary smoked.
January 25, 2011
Going a somewhat upscale store and buying a set of gem-colored coins. They were all pennies, and there were only $1.75 worth of them, but it looked like significantly more. I paid for the coins with other coins, which the clerk thought was bizarre. She and I chatted while I counted out dimes to pay her with. I told her the coins were a gift for someone else, but really I just wanted to take them home and use them.
January 24, 2011
Being mocked for not really understanding the War of 1812.
January 22, 2011
I was teaching again, but younger students, and I had a hard time keeping control of my classroom. Wearing a turquoise dress, another teacher tried to help me by tearing me down to bring me back up again. I had to ride the bus with my students.
January 21, 2011
Planning to get on an airplane. The medicine wasn’t working, and I didn’t know how much to take. Instead of pills, I had a rock of Valium and I was worried I would overdose. I had also taken some other pill that didn’t work and I didn’t know if it would interfere with the Valium or not. I begged someone for some alcohol, but no one would let me have any so I finally sneaked a swig of vodka, which didn’t actually help any. My mom kept asking if I was packed and I kept laughing and saying that I hadn’t packed anything besides what was in my purse — a pair of plaid shorts. I had forgotten to bring Xanax as a back-up and started panicking about that. We were at the airport but I was completely sober and freaking out. Suddenly I was outside riding a bike and realized that one of the drugs had hit me. I was trying to get back to the airport while navigating my bike safely in the dark, but I didn’t know what directions to go. When I did get back to the airport, I realized I had bought a ticket from New York to Stockholm, instead of to Stockton where I thought my layover was. My brother and Lexie were there, and they said Stockholm was close enough to Stockton and it wouldn’t matter. They boarded the plane with my parents, and I started crying and saying I didn’t want to get on.
Later, in an unrelated dream, I was at the radio station and was pulled aside while a woman listened to my air-checks. She said she wanted to use my voice in markets for other states, and I thought she said for Hooters commercials, and I laughed. She hadn’t, though, she’d said Hoosiers. Kathy asked me if I planned on coming to the staff meeting on Saturday, and I realized I had a funeral and another job to be at, but she said if I didn’t come they wouldn’t put me on air ever again. I went out to a school room to try and produce traffic from a desk for the late morning commute, but Evan A (from MCHS!) was already there, and laughed and pointed at me when I walked in. The classroom filled up and I started putting 8-tracks of Lauren Conrad’s book into people’s desks.
January 17, 2011
Peeling oranges.
January 16, 2011
At a house party, Andi was ten years younger and blonde but we still knew each other. All the Hangar kids had been invited and were running through the house playing games. Richard was there, first bald and then with pigtails, and he was filming the Hangar kids as they passed with a point-and-click camera. K showed up and was angry to find me naked behind a door, even though I was being raped by someone I had never met before and who had followed me into a bedroom when I got lost in the house (which kept twisting and turning like a Harry Potter castle). The rapist was blond and long-haired. When I got away, I came across Aaron making out with a girl, who morphed into the rapist, and then Aaron stood up and greeted me. There was so many strange people in the same place. Eventually, I found K in the billiards room, and Aaron came up the front walk drunk and dumped glass after glass of beer on his head.
January 14, 2011
A friendly bird landed on my shoulder, then hopped to my finger, and I could feel her talons around my index like a cool, comforting ring. I was out – very far away taking a run, when I was supposed to be visiting my parents (maybe having Christmas breakfast?). I told my mom to call me when they were ready but she never called, and I got lost at Cost Plus, and then ran away from a clerk who was trying to get me to buy things. Hugely long hills were ahead of me, one with netting that I thought I’d try to climb. I was both running away from my parents home and towards it at the same time, not sure which one I really needed to be doing. Once home I apologized profusely for missing the holiday and my mom was so angry she wouldn’t look at me.
January 13, 2011
Wearing white Keds.
January 12, 2011
(Really too vile to post)
January 11, 2011
Driving with my headlights off and not realizing it for a lengthy period of time, yet somehow being able to see. K and Kelly were going to be roommates.
January 10, 2011
Courtney doing modern dance at a recital. Graduating from somewhere, and having to navigate my way down a really tall tower full of tricks and catches. One section looked like the MC Escher painting from “Labyrinth.” My blazer fell in a deep pool, and my dad agreed to jump in and get it from the very bottom. A boy named Sacha followed me for awhile. A bunch of us got on a train to get down the mountain (the building became a mountain) and the train disrailed—we all flew into the water in the exact order we’d been sitting in. Only me and Angie were conscious, and we swam out to the middle of the lake before swimming back. The we tried to catch BART or the Ace Train, only the platform we were on was in the middle of the bay and there was a submarine transporting people, but nothing else and the line was really long.
January 8, 2011
I walked by a man and thought, “Oh, he’s holding a fold up computer!” A moment later, I realized he was actually holding a Polaroid camera.
December 28, 2010
Frustratingly, my dreams have been MIA as of late. I have them and am turbulently involved with them, and the moment I wake up they are gone. They are small glimpses and images that even I cannot put into words. The whole month of December has gone by like this. It’s very disconcerting.
December 21, 2010
Rearranged the bathroom so that the toilet was perpendicular to the shower (and thus would have to step around it to get into and out of the shower). I planned to step on the tank every time I was to exit the shower. This didn’t seem unreasonable to me.
December 17, 2010
I was dating someone who had a house. My dad was staying on this guy’s sofa, and whenever I went over to his house I felt incredibly weird about the whole thing, especially when I came over early in the morning and would see my dad still snoozing in his barely-there pajamas. The guy and I went to the movies for the first time together, which were adjacent to his house with his own personal concessions stand, and he left me in the lobby to use the restroom. We texted each other while he used the men’s room, and then when he came out we basked in our awesomeness. Even though we had to eat dinner soon, we got snacks anyway.
Also…Went on an adventure trip with a large group of people. It was part scavenger hunt, part follow the leader. We went up in a hang-glider that sat an entire classroom and sailed over a rushing lake/river. The second time we went up, our guide hopped out at the last second and we had to try to steer the glider ourselves. We crashed into the water.
December 16, 2010
Packing for a long trip, couldn’t decide how to fit all my shoes in a suitcase. I was very under-concerned about the flight portion of this long trip, and quite over-concerned about having enough to wear.
December 15, 2010
Red sunglasses.
December 14, 2010
Michael Jackson was either my friend or my boyfriend. He came to my house and I found out he was going to be teaching a dance class at the local community college, so Angie and I went to the class. We were directed to the wrong building, but through some deductive reasoning realized that we were supposed to go the the science hall. We go there (proud of ourselves for figuring out the trick) and most people were wearing dance attire. I decided to not wear anything, so there I was at the front of the room, naked. Michael Jackson came in and began teaching the class, and I started getting embarrassed that I was the only naked person in the room, so I went to a pile of clothes and struggled to discreetly slip on a pair of butt-pad bicycle capris and a T-shirt that was about five sizes too big for me. The King of Pop came over to me while everyone’s back was turned and asked if I really needed to be doing that right this second. He left the room and we all kept dancing, and then class ended and he came back and seemed really strung out, but happy. I went back to the high school where I was helping my parents and other band members with band camp. My dad decided he wanted to teach a kid a lesson who was trying to bully people (including my dad) and they started getting into a fist fight. I was in a car and had the hardest time getting out of the car and yelling for my mom to come help me. The kid pulled a gun on my dad and my dad backed off, and then the kid pulled a second gun on me, and I started whimpering and crying and slipped into the passenger side of the car and curled up in the space below. My mom and dad got in the car too, and there was the little kid SJ from The Blind Side too. The guy with the gun made us drive him to the end of the street, and then he got out and climbed on top of the car. He brought his gun back down and yelled something like, “And who is this kid?” and we said he was just there. The guy shot SJ in the stomach and we drove down the hill toward the ER. We rolled up our windows but the guy was still on our roof. For some reason we couldn’t find a place to pull over and we were afraid to get out of the car, so we kept driving. Suddenly we were in Angie’s court, a few houses down from her. SJ and I ran into what was apparently his house. We noticed it looked like someone had been there recently, and we saw a we towel by the pool. We bolted out of the house, me screaming to run faster and I had to leap to unlatch a gate. We got out just as SJ’s mom came after us and started shooting at us, then she jumped in her car and drove away. SJ and I went to the house next door where a nice man called an ambulance for SJ (and they were apparently SJ’s parents) but they didn’t seem too concerned. They said as long as SJ didn’t have any pain in his groin, he was okay. It took 20 minutes for the ambulance to show up, and SJ’s mom was reluctant to get in the vehicle with him. I was pretty sure SJ was going to die since he’d been bleeding for a really long time. Suddenly I was back at band camp and sitting down with a bunch of high schoolers. One asked me why my alarm always went off so early, and I replied that I used to work at a coffee shop. He asked if I would quit when school started, and I said “I don’t go to school anymore.” I went on to state I was not sure why R. Durkin had invited me to help out with band since I was never very good at it, but that I liked volunteering.
December 7, 2010
Out at the beach, it was sunny but a little chilled. Aaron and K were interchanging and we went inside to get warm drinks before my family arrived. As we sat down, I recognized the menu; they had no vegetarian food and pages of things that were neither food nor drinks. We ordered drinks from a tiny table, and then two little elf-ish people skittered over us and apologized as they moved through. My family came and we went to sit with them at another cramped table. The waitress told me the cheese plate would not be refilled much because it was a Saturday and busy, though perhaps this was not true since it was not that busy. I ordered a peach wine cooler martini and the waitress said, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll want another one.”
December 6, 2010
The Farley’s crew was having a party, only I didn’t know anyone who was at the party. I went anyway—early, so that I wouldn’t run into people I knew. Talked to Crystal for awhile, and then left. Sarah was dating someone who was married, and E. Woolf showed up with a regular who was apparently smitten with her. I dodged everyone and left to find something to bring, as I had not brought anything to the party. While at Farley’s (while everyone was at the party they were also working) I went to the restroom that was also outdoors. While sitting on the toilet, some guy busted in on me and proceeded to poop on the floor in front of me rather than wait for me to finish. I left the bathroom and saw the guy and was like, “um, there are other bathrooms.” He said there were not, and I pointed to them. He responded with an incredibly unapologetic “oh.” Later, at the party, I thought I saw him there and called him out for being the guy who had pooped in front of me, but it turned out he was one of my students from a class I had subbed at earlier in the day. Farley’s became a dinner place at night, and I left. At my car, my parents and I watched as police searched the vehicle. They kept thinking they were going to find something like crack, and were ripping open anything in sight to make that happen. My car was uncannily clean, and they thought that was suspicious, even though I showed them my mom’s car, which was also quite clean. Eventually they left me with a “fix it” ticket that I didn’t know how to fix and I started screaming at them, but my parents calmed me down. At the Farley’s party, I thought I had brought beer but it turns out I had just brought food, including a tub of guacamole but no chips or veggies. The party was pretty much over when I showed back up at nine, except Erin’s ex was there and I politely ignored him, mostly because I was not sure which of the three awake people he was.
December 5, 2010
My mom was there. She was giving me advice.
December 3, 2010
Oh gosh, so many dreams. Okay, in one, K and Tess were talking and they decided to be friends–I witnessed their conversation–so then I met her and shook her hand while I was sitting down (and just sort of refused to stand up). We all were going to a party that was taking place near Ashley’s place in a house that was dark and also seemed to have parents. We drove down Fairview Avenue and I forgot my phone so someone gave me an old model iPhone to use, only the iPhone didn’t have email or text messages (which was apparently more concerning that the fact that I don’t think it could make calls) and ran on a very slow connection. There were shopping bags nearby. In another dream, I was sent upstairs at a party with a bunch of vampires; I knew I was going to be safe and they weren’t going to eat me even though they wanted to, and I was super scared all the same. There were three giant vampires in the room with me, and I managed to escape for a minute and run outside to a party store, but I couldn’t remember what I had wanted to buy. I ran back and the vamps were mad I had escaped, and I realized I was like Bella from Twilight and had special powers that allowed me not to be affected by other vampires. They took me back upstairs and one guy was wearing a really large T-shirt instead of a shirt that fit. All of a sudden, a dog ran through the room and I realized I was about to be attacked by the vampires (one looked like Karl and was smirking at me) and I tried to scream but couldn’t, so we were attacked from all sides, even the good vampires. Somehow I managed not to get bitten and instead was safe and sound. All the vampires laughed and realized they had traded clothes so we wouldn’t be able to smell changes. There was another dream that involved running around Fairview Avenue later…damn, it’s gone.
December 2, 2010
C. Raggs was crying while wearing a sweater. We were shopping at a mall with a group of friends, and he didn’t like anything in the first store we went into, so we went into another store full of mannequins. He still didn’t like anything and left without telling anyone.
November 30, 2010
K bought me a ring with an opal and an amethyst on it, but he bought two bands that were attached to each other, and they were plastic.
November 29, 2010
All the Buffalo girls were wandering about working on a play that was also a brew-pub. I was working there under neither part of the company and my job involved using an elevator that did not have any walls. Two Buffalo girls accompanied me up the lift and then one fell off and hit her head numerous times on the way down, but was perfectly fine except for me being scared.
November 24, 2010
I was asked to join a relay with Ryan D (the drum major from my high school’s senior year) which involved needing people who could climb walls, run distances, swim, and an eating contest. I had forgotten that I’d already told Liz I would join her team, so when Ryan contacted me on Facebook out of the blue, I agreed. There were lots of people promoting the relay on a steep grassy knoll.
November 21, 2010
The loft had a giant skylight in the middle of it, and a party of people on the roof were peering down at me lying in bed. I was then in bunk beds and also in a car at the same time, and Flink–my coworker–was riding shotgun and asking me relationship questions. Apparently he was my roommate as back at the loft he took the top bunk and we talked about what it means to be in an adult relationship. The party came and looked at us again, and I was afraid they were going to rob us. Instead, they came downstairs and asked us how much it cost to rent in the building. Flink tried to give an accurate price but I knew it was not accurate, so I told them what the “base model” price was. We were suddenly outside my parent’s garage at dusk talking about the loft.
November 20, 2010
Vow Muse was going to an event in what seemed to be a school auditorium. Angie and I didn’t bring any of our stuff, and Simone was going to be writing haiku with us to help out. We were not prepared, and we arrived kind of late. We sat down at a table that had some streamers on it and giant crayons that I could not write legibly with. My mom was there and sitting across from us and not leaving to make room for other people. I got one woman to give me a topic but she didn’t really understand that I was trying to write her a poem, and then she left before I finished because I kept starting over. Eventually the haiku got written but it wasn’t the right number of syllables. Regardless, I ran off to find the woman and while pushing through the crowd ran into Ms. Taylor, who I was so excited to see. She was tiny – almost midget status – and I gave her a huge hug and told her not to leave. I found the woman as she was getting into an SUV and she proceeded to not be happy to have the poem and her friends thought she was weird. I went back to the event but Ms. Taylor, and everyone else I knew, was gone. Later, I was on a beach and showing Garrett how I used to play house on the beach by drawing a square in the sand and then the house was dismantled by waves so I got to draw another one and redecorate. We sat by a newly paved road.
November 18, 2010
Something about making a trade.
November 16, 2010
K and I were at my parent’s house at night. A bunch of hooligans started running through the canyon and up the hill. There were so many of them, the ground shook. We laid down on the kitchen floor partly in case it was actually and earthquake and also to not be seen. All the hooligans were male, and they ran by the house and over to a gathering of people. According to the news, the people were gathering to demonstrate against OJ Simpson, and riots were breaking out. I wanted to get out of there, but K wanted to check out the scene. I got in my parent’s van (second dream I’ve had where I’m driving the van, BTW) and struggled to make the van stop appropriately—I had to really press on the brakes and move a lever to get it to even consider stopping, and the steering was all over the place. The hooligans were getting crazy and eventually I just drove the van away and tried to text K on a Nokia phone circa 2000. He wouldn’t respond, so I finally drove down the street. I was then on a Ducati instead of in the van, and luckily wearing safety gear; I apparently knew how to ride a motorcycle, which was good. I drove down Ryan G’s old street and there were a group of teenagers doing hill sprints and planning to run a 1/2 marathon that way. I stopped at a house that was apparently Paul and Aimee’s, and I was a wreck, crying and wondering if K was being beaten up. They tried to calm me down by watching TV, and my phone kept getting weird text messages from people I did not know. Finally, Paul and Aimee were going to take me back to my parent’s house to look for K when K showed up at their house. Then he started telling me that he was actually a meth addict and had been keeping the secret for a long time but wasn’t able to do it anymore, and I started screaming at him that I had asked if he’d ever done any drugs besides pot and he’d said no. He said the bruises all over his body weren’t from wrestling but from shooting up meth and sometimes coke (does one even shoot up those drugs?). We were in a restaurant suddenly and I said I wanted to help him with his addiction, but then I ran away and hid behind a door. K came looking for me, but never looked down to see me, and I was scared of him.
November 15, 2010
I found a pair of shoes I haven’t seen since I was a lot younger. They were these blue fabric and red fabric shoes (two separate pairs) that I used to wear a lot—I got them at Mervyn’s on sale for $8 each, so I bought both colors. Anyway, in my dream, I found them in my closet and then saw a bunch of boots in the back and I was like, “I forgot I had those!”
November 14, 2010
I was on a date with a ghost who had to be home by midnight, and who promised to teach me how to talk to other ghosts.
November 13, 2010
I spent a sincere amount of time attempting to explain the difference between Madden Girl and Steve Madden branding to Ken. Later, we were at a restaurant near Curly’s (that doesn’t really exist) that was supposed to have really delectable food. Angie was with us, with really long hair, and we were waiting for a long time. The kitchen kept throwing out risotto that they rinsed with water into a small garbage-can right next to us. We finally were served crinkle-cut fries that were obviously frozen and we only got one each. I didn’t want to pay ten dollars for that, but Angie and Ken weren’t fazed. The former principal of MCHS came in and was dressed like a clown, complete with fuzzy hair and face paint. I tried to make small talk with him, but he didn’t want to chat and backed away from his (still dressed as a clown). We went outside and it was snowing, there was a church in the background, and later, I was afraid someone would steal our groceries and Angie got annoyed with me for asking for help.
November 12, 2010
I was considering purchasing new shoes, but struggling to find a pair that was the appropriate size in the toe box.
November 11, 2010
Something about airplanes, waiting for planes to arrive. A strange cast of characters including Nick, Lindsey, Lindsey’s brother (who never showed but was discussed a lot). We had a cabin at the airport, and I wanted to watch the planes land but I couldn’t find where they were. I put a beanie on my head and was obviously acting out in a non-positive way, and even though I could see myself in a mirror I wasn’t able to stop.
November 7, 2010
My boss, Phil, informed us we were no longer allowed to work at home. Furthermore, we were no longer allowed to go to the doctor during work hours, we all had to be in the office until six, and we were not allowed to leave even if we clocked out.
November 6, 2010
The secretive company downstairs recruited me to a be a writer. During the interview, the recruiter mocked my cover letter, gave me a grammar lesson, and took out a red pen to circle an incorrect tense used. “Why do all my interviewees need this?” he asked rhetorically. I was then interviewed by about twenty other staff members at once, and got involved with a group project where we stapled papers in assembly line fashion. Everyone thought I fit in really well. The offer they made me on a salary was absurdly low, so I pretended to ponder the offer, then declined politely. A new offer was made and while I tried to decide whether or not to accept, they told me my current company was planning to lay me off.
November 4, 2010
After an awkward kiss outside a house with exceptionally large windows, I went inside to find K snuggled under the covers and wondered if he saw. Apparently, we were sharing the house with Lynn (my old SF roommate) and she was up late typing on her typewriter and paying bills. Even though K and I weren’t making any noise, she came in through Dutch-doors and asked us to be quiet. Then Lynn was gone and the house became Garrett’s house. He was going to have a party, but first him and Scott T. were smoking. Then we had to get the house ready by setting up a treasure hunt that wouldn’t take place til the next day after noon, when everyone at the party stopped being high. I was trying to help with food preparations but seemed to lack any results in that field. People started showing up and we were getting loud, but not too loud. Simone and Jessa were there, and I was happily sitting next to Simone and chatting with her like no time had passed (which really how it always is with Simone). Suddenly Ceci showed up wearing a skirt I really have been wanting from ModCloth, and as I pointed that out to Simone, the skirt became a really fancy dress, and she was wearing a shawl. It took Ceci awhile to come over to us, and eventually she did looking incredibly princessy yet still very Ceci. I hugged her and said, “Wow, it’s been years!” and she said, “Oh?” and I reminded her of the last time I saw her (which was almost accurate even in my dream) – at the CV Pub Crawl (really the last time I saw her was at Dino’s for karaoke). We were walking outside to go somewhere, all of us, being a bit loud and rowdy. Oh! Jessa mentioned knowing about a creative writing group that she called “crit writing” and we decided we wanted to go there instead of be at a party. So we were walking down the middle of the street and were yelled at by neighbors to keep it down. I ran ahead of everyone to catch a train but then looked up side streets to see where they all went.
November 3, 2010
We were visiting a place that was both a family-style college dorm and a retirement community. Because we were visiting the retirement community side, we got to take the faster elevators. I got in an elevator with a much older woman, a mid-aged woman and her kid, and a friend of mine. After discussing what floor we wanted (4) an attendant suddenly ran up to the elevator and pressed the “down” button and the “up” button again, saying she wanted to make sure we actually went up. The elevator started wooshing, and the middle aged woman began talking about how the older woman (was she my great aunt Adeline?) had really nice clothes and had given her some. The elevator seemed to be taking a long time to go 4 floors even though it was traveling super fast, and the middle aged woman said “Yeah, I think that attendant messed up.” All of a sudden the ride got really jerky, and then started twisting around turns and bends and tipping us over. I was screaming, but no one else seemed concerned. Then suddenly I was in a dark space and we were stuck in the attic, but we were all separated. Using the light of my cell phone (my first cell phone) and ignoring the text messages it had on it, I started trying to figure out how to strap and wire a contraption so that I could break free. Eventually I did get out and just rolled onto a side street. I managed to wind up on a bicycle and was riding poorly through a parking lot full of cracked out people, talking to my mom on my cell phone about what just happened. I biked back to the retirement/dorm community. Then I was shopping, and I wanted to buy a black sweater – at first I was going to get a pretty standard cardigan, but then I saw one with pom-poms on the front that I was super into. Angie suggested I try it on, and when I did, it was way too small, which was disappointing.
November 2, 2010
I was rock-hopping with Angie and her mom and other people (maybe Sean?). We took a really challenging route even though most of us were wearing flip-flops; we noticed a bunch of people running and walking up a trail, and Ken said, “Why does there have to be a family casino over here?” We got to the end of the rocks rather quickly, and had to hop down; Angie’s mom was wearing a giant parka. In the hotel, I realized I hadn’t brought nice shoes with me, but there were nice shoes to borrow that were floral print with zippers instead of some other tightening mechanism. I couldn’t seem to actually put them on, I just kept talking about them and looking at them. At some other point we were driving through the city and helping someone go apartment hunting, and she had found a guy renting out caves on a hill (a hill that looked familiar from another dream) and we were like, umm…don’t even look at those.
November 1, 2010
Peter was wearing a furry parka and came up to us at a picnic table. I asked how he was doing and he said “single.” I expressed my complete surprise, and he said, “Yeah, me too. It was a shock to both of us.” Later I sold my computer to the Wong’s, only I did not get all my photos and music from it, nor did I wipe it clean for them.
October 29, 2010
A bunch of people who I can’t fathom would ever actually be in a room together were at a party. The location looked like my parent’s house, but it wasn’t quite there. Memorable moments were when Bryan took me outside to break up with me (apparently we were dating again?) and as I said “yes, I know what’s coming” he was like “how?!” and either didn’t remember our first break up or didn’t even know we’d dated. But I spoke his lines with him and he was amazed/bewildered. Unlike in reality though, I took the news quite cheerfully and skipped away. Later, I was with K and he was walking around laughing and slapping people’s asses. Only then, he totally slapped L’s ass, and I freaked out in front of her. I turned to him and said, “Don’t you dare touch her ass in front of me again.” And then I apologized to her and said I knew she was a great person but that didn’t mean I wanted his hands on her butt. K seemed confused that I was angry.
October 28, 2010
I was at a beach house that was on a hill/near a cliff. We weren’t supposed to be there and were being chased, but then it became another group of people being chased. We told them how to escape but they ran away before we could warn them that they’d have to hop a big fence at the bottom of a big hill. A man was following their movements from above. We walked back over the property and the owners were not surprised to see us. Discussion of the difficulties of biking up steep hills and in the sand ensued. At one point, we were being bombed, and I was watching the bombs fall — they looked like giant balls of concrete. I kept praying we wouldn’t be hit. One skimmed the top of the house. Others were knocking cars and homes into each other. The bombing stopped and started a bit. The rich family that seemed to own the beach house was to have dinner with us, and we had to act a certain way otherwise they would kill us. (I don’t know who “us” was, just that I wasn’t alone and I cared about the people I was with.)
October 27, 2010
I was meeting a guy for a date – we were going running. He parked his car on the far side of a busy road and I parked mine across the street in a lot. While he pulled his car into the, I pretended not to notice him and tied my shoes. I brought a homemade PBJ with me in my fist on our run, and just a minute into the run-date, I didn’t want to spend any more time with him. He couldn’t hear anything I said and I didn’t like anything he said. I wanted to eat my PBJ but couldn’t seem to do that while jogging, and I kept wondering if I should just cut my losses and run the other direction.
October 25, 2010
K took me out to a fancy dinner, but then said he only took me out to nice places to try and teach me how to select wine and beer appropriately. I asked if he was embarrassed by my beverage choices and he just shrugged. He then wouldn’t help me pick a wine, and asked if I wanted to share some ice cream. Before I could answer, he said “Never mind. You always take too long, and besides, the only ice cream I really like is almond pistachio.”
October 24, 2010
Tonight’s was actually too sad to replay here. Unfortunately it was one of those dreams that sticks with you, and I’ve been thinking about it all day.
October 23, 2010
Someone knocked me out and got me on a plane to South Africa. Only when we landed, we weren’t in South Africa but in the country above it. I got in a town car with strangers and we went to a really fancy house where American’s lived. “We’re doing a homestay!” I thought excitedly. We went inside and were told we could either eat or go to sleep, but we could not do both. So we choose sleep and I had to sleep near someone but they were gone when I got up. Also when I got up, I was on a trip with people I knew – namely Angie and Tami. The son of our homestay was 8 but became a teenager/young adult while we were there, and he liked us a lot. Apparently I had been exchanging letters with him. He was really nice. And his dad was rough and tumble with him even though he was taller than his dad. So the mom made us breakfast but then after I took a sip of water told us that we had to wash our cups before we drank anything otherwise we might get sick. Everyone else heard her but me, and when she saw me drink without rinsing my cup, she said “I’d be careful with how I felt later.” We got up and ran around trying to get ready to go to a historical site before it closed. I was wearing a dress but saw everyone else wearing shorts and swimsuits, so I put on shorts, my bikini, and a long sleeved shirt. It was really hot at the historical site and Jessa sweat through her shirt, and she looked at me and said, “Gosh, is this what it’s like to have this happen?” I sweat through my shirt too so we rolled our shirts up 80′s style. I don’t remember what the historical site was but Angie really enjoyed it. As we left, there was suddenly a rough tide with cool water spilling out by the van we piled into, and we put our feet in the water but we weren’t supposed to. I still wanted to go to South Africa, but instead we went back to the house. The house was weird in terms of toilets, and there was only one bathroom. There was a toilet in the middle of a room, but I didn’t want to use it. We had a huge house party, and during the party a guy used the toilet and we were like “Rude!”Oh! And I realized that while I was in Africa I would be missing a doctor’s appointment and would also be starting my period, and I was annoyed about both things and then contemplated if it was possible to buy tampons.
October 21, 2010
I was helping film a movie that was taking place out in the middle of the ocean. They asked me to paddle a surfboard back to a dock, so I did. We yelled at kids on the dock to get out of the shot. I suddenly had helium in my arms and kept floating upward, which I was not supposed to be doing, so I was trying really hard to stay at water level. Eventually I shot up to a ceiling rod and then pushed myself back down. It was a huge struggle to keep myself from going up, plus my arms were all bloated with the helium which was really uncomfortable. Then suddenly I was in a store – like Target? – and walking around.
October 20, 2010
Vampires were attacking a big group of us, who also might have been vampires. One group was only killed by wood through the heart, and another was destroyed with paper (but only some paper); the group I was in kept switching, though. We were at my parent’s house for one battle, and even though the people against us were supposed to come from one direction, we heard they were coming from another. I was afraid to use the bathroom because we were all just sitting around waiting to be attacked and I knew if I was peeing while we were attacked, I would be pretty vulnerable. Then all of a sudden, we were on a giant boat that was going over giant waves, and backed into a dock with other boats. We were on a small boat hanging off the giant boat (like a canoe hammock) and getting tossed around, and when we docked, the giant boat next to us also had canoe hammock, and B. Sorenson was in the one closest to me, but she didn’t talk to me. Everyone got out of the canoe hammock but me, and I was too unsteady.
October 18, 2010
I saw K and Lindsey interacting – laughing, talking, being very comfortable and happy with each other, and I pulled K aside to tell him that they should be together. We were at a fancy restaurant because we just needed somewhere to eat, and my family was there. My mom was sitting on a tall stool behind me instead of a chair at the table, and she kept encouraging me not to be sullen. Our waiter poured us tiny glasses of brandy and wine, and after one glass of brandy I passed out on the table. When I woke up, I went to the bathroom and my cousin Sammi was in there, and she said “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve had enough to drink.”
October 16, 2010
I was in a car with K, his dad, his mom, and Lindsey. I was sitting in the middle seat and wound up holding his mom’s hand while pretending not to and not really knowing I was at the same time. His mom and Lindsey talked to each other the whole way and didn’t acknowledge me at all. I finally dropped her hand and scooted my hand back to me and tried to act normal about the whole situation.
October 14, 2010
We were in the city with Kevin and Tara. The scene was familiar, wandering around brightly lit streets at night, not actually stopping anywhere. It kept getting later and later and I kept thinking “only gonna get 4 hours of sleep…3 hours of sleep…” Eventually we were in the back of a cab, and then suddenly Tara got in her own car and made dangerous turns home while Kevin and K carried me on a chair sort of thing through a commune. Nick was there sharing a room with two other guys, and saw me through a window. We sat down at the giant picnic tables for breakfast even though it was 4am; lots of people were awake and I really wanted to go home to sleep so I could get up to swim. I couldn’t seem to leave. Nick and his friends came through holding bikes with bike helmets on, and K and Kev were drunk and chatting. I finally got up to find a pool and almost ran over a little kid.
October 13, 2010
I was moving from a house I’ve never seen before, and was trying to divvy up my stuff from my roommate’s. L. Myall and Felicia (from Jr. High) came over to help me pack the truck, and I was really grateful to them since we don’t really talk much anymore. There were very few boxes to pack with, so we were loading the van with stuff and trying to make barriers. One person was in charge of the right half and one the left half – the right half person was not good at utilizing space and I eventually stepped in. Instead of loading my comforter into the van, Jessa took it up the street to the laundromat. K promised we could Skype each other and nothing would change.
October 12, 2010
We were assigned a class project, and my group was the only one that had a bunch of strangers (including this kid M. Flemming who actually did go to my high school) as opposed to a bunch of friends. We did not work on our group assignment at all. Meanwhile, Jessa and I were taking part in a photo shoot and the photographer told us she needed us to look more Canadian. I said, “Oh, well at least we both have long hair, so that’s good already.” We then put our hair in three braids that ended in a ponytail and the photographer seemed happy. Then Michael Jackson showed up and was giving us tips on how to dress and how to pose and just making small talk – he was really really nice. Then our group projects were due and my group hadn’t worked on anything. We were supposed to come up with a skit of some sort, and I had all these ideas, like the letters of the alphabet who don’t get along, but everyone else had different ideas and none of us could agree. We planned to cutting the last to periods of school to work on the project so we could make it into a PowerPoint presentation, and I went to pick up my French horn and somehow ended up in class instead of at our meeting spot (an Indian food restaurant called “555″). My group members found me and I lied, saying my parents had found out I was trying to cut class, even though I knew that really my parents wouldn’t care.
October 11, 2010
Another Mafia dream. In this one, I was at some sort of sleep-away retreat, and was supposed to share a twin-sized bed with another girl. I ended up spooning the person next to me because we had to share one pillow. We were at my parent’s house all of a sudden, and I figured out the people in charge were planning to kill me, Heather (from band) and Anna (from coffee). I tried to sneak out of the house and get a car and drive us away, but instead I wound up driving us in donuts on the driveway. For some reason we simply could not break free – and only I knew what was planned. My parents came home and I told my mom what was happening, and she didn’t believe me. “They seem like really nice guys,” she said. Eventually the mobsters put us in the back of a car and we drove off.
October 10, 2010
While riding in the car with Angie and her mom, Diane, I insisted upon making idle chit-chat THE MOST IMPORTANT CONVERSATION EVER. Diane had curly hair again. One topic that took much discussion time was how to wear barrettes in our hair. And turtlenecks!!! I discussed how much I hated turtlenecks even though Angie and her mom were both wearing them.
Also, we decided to each bring to our next meeting our favorite thing to put in our mouth. I wanted to be different, so I decided a Koosh ball would work well. Only I realized older Koosh’s get hair in them, and I wondered where I’d find a new Koosh.
October 7, 2010
I was in an elevator and it took a big group of us – my family, plus lots of friends – to a really high floor of a building that was both a skyscraper and a castle. We had a hard time finding where we were trying to go, and wandered through a bedroom with purple curtains before we found the main meeting areas. We were supposed to break into groups and talk in a very bonding-like way and get honest about ourselves with each other. I thought about how my dad probably didn’t want to hear that I woke up hung over, so I lied. Then my group was broken up and soon I was just left alone. I started having a panic attack because I disliked being so high up, and finally packed my things, found my family, and told them I’d be outside. The elevator ride down was terrifying – we went so fast that I floated up and hit the ceiling of the elevator, and the operator cheerfully admitted she hated being up high too. Once out, I was in Orange County and there was a big blue van for me to drive around in. With a few family friends, I got in the van as the driver, and had terrible control of the brakes. I couldn’t brake at all because I couldn’t get enough power on the pedal, so the van was just rolling out of control while the guy in the front seat kept reading a map and barking directions at me. I almost ran over high school kids on bleachers watching a football game and started crying even though no one was hurt, and the passenger guy had to step on the brakes for me. Once the car was stopped, I kept driving with the same problem.
October 6, 2010
My aunt Bonnie apparently had a store in downtown of my hometown that I had never been to. We finally stopped in to see her and she sold lots of strange do-dads, including bracelets you wore while typing to keep your wrists lifted which seemed really handy and came in pretty colors. James came through and was helping us trap all of our cats in those Yabba blocks they used to sell at Bed Bath and Beyond – he was giving us tips on cat catching. All the cats were totally freaked out and scooting around. We kept trying to move this giant stack of cats but it kept almost tipping over and cats kept almost escaping. Then James brought out this humongous dog that apparently I had agreed to take care of at my parent’s house as my parents were away. Only my parents showed up and James told them my plan and my dad flipped out, saying there was no way a dog was coming in the house. I thought about all those cats that we were also planning to bring in, and then decided to set them free. Except they suddenly didn’t want to leave, and one ran into the house and my mom and I were desperately trying to get him out.
October 5, 2010
We tried to park a giant trailer out of the way at my parent’s house but that meant we parked it near their neighbor’s house, who didn’t want us to park there. We hitched the trailer to an anchor and then we were asked to move it, we returned and it was a camel. The camel nibbled on some grass and then when it made a sudden movement, the ground it was on slipped into a river so the camel was on an island. It whined like a scared horse, but we were all like, “Oh, he’s totally safe.”
October 4, 2010
I was at a private, sleep-away school. (Strangely, I feel like I have been to this school in dreams before, which was really freaky.) I kept trying to find the pool so I could swim laps, but I never seemed to make it there for one reason or another. I put all my clothes and purse and backpack and giant foam book reports in a locker without a lock, and changed slooooowly into my suit. Then I tried to get through the locker room but found myself in the men’s locker room. Apparently they were connected. I wanted to pee before I swam, but there were no stalls – just rows of steel toilets that overlooked a field where boys were playing a game. I tried to pee, but boys kept walking by and I was embarrassed. I went outside and somehow was on a jeep that was driving towards some seals. The people I was with wanted to get closer to the seals, and I tried to explain that seals are actually really dangerous. We got out of the jeep and slipped by the giant seal into the water to swim back to shore, and two of us got out, but the last person was grabbed by a great white shark. I reached for his hand, but I couldn’t grab it in time. So I threw sand in the shark’s eyes, and tried to hit all these marked pressure points, and someone else was reasoning with the shark – who had apparently eaten our friend whole. A few minutes later, a hole was cut from the inside of the shark and our friend rolled out covered in goo – he had sliced his way out. We left, and went back to the locker room, where I discovered all of my book reports were stolen from my locker, and someone had left different clothes in it. But my purse was still there, which I was incredibly grateful to see (my Puma purse from Matt, oddly). I then went walking through the locker room again and came across a bunch of girls playing water polo, and Kirstin was there! She said she had just taken a position as the Asssistant Coach even though she had applied to be the softball coach, and then she recruited me to assist, too. She told me I’d make the same wage I did at the coffee shop. I asked what the schedule was and she showed me a crazy calendar and I asked when I’d have time to run. She promised that I’d get to do it once a week. Then she held a silent eye conversation with the Head Coach and the HC welcomed me aboard. I left the Water Polo area and passed a group of kids playing volleyball inside over a help-desk. While trying to get back to my locker, I wound up outside and tried a few different doors to get back in because a shadowy figure was following me; I finally got back in only to realize I was surrounded by changing guys. I couldn’t find my way out of the room, so I wound up sitting down next to some boys and started to cry because no one would help me – they just kept teasing each other. A really large kid was stuck in his locker because he had wanted to change in it and couldn’t fit out. Finally, a relatively nice guy finished changing and walked me back through the locker room and then outside and we were supposed to go back to the rest of campus. There were rolling green hills to cross, though, and a really steep grassy hill that we had to slide down on our backs in order to get where we were going. I stood up too soon and ended up running wildly down the end of the hill, but no one was hurt.
October 2, 2010
I was dating someone I’ve never seen before in real life; we went to his family home, which was about 600 square feet. We had bought them a dining room table that didn’t really fit by the front window, and I felt bad for sending it to them. I met my date’s younger brother, who was supposed to be 13 but looked 8. He had freckles and didn’t say much. I wanted to tell him not to worry. The mom ignored me. I tried to offer her English muffins – we had spinach ones, wheat ones, berry ones. She wouldn’t shake my hand. The dad came home and I went into the back room to see my date’s bedroom from childhood. The house expanded tremendously, but when I accidentally touched a wall, a bunch of walls fell down, all collapsing on top of the family eating dinner. Humiliated, I tried to help pick things up, talking about how I always make messes and can’t keep anything straight.
September 29, 2010
We were all trying to become X-Men. Only, it’s a lengthy process that involves watching a long video and then my parent’s rec room becoming a den of demons that we had to fight off. Whitney somehow got locked in the rec room while trying to sleep on a shelf, and then opened a packet of hot chocolate powder and the demon-monster found her and she called me from her cell phone to come help. I was upstairs and had a really hard time getting to her because I kept stopping in every room on the way. A woman with giant wings (like the winged lady on He-Man) came to the front door but she was wearing an overcoat so my parents wouldn’t know she was a power-that-be to the X-Men. She was wet, and her wings were dragging out under her coat, and I thought her name was Heather but she corrected me by saying “Hilary.” There was black magic involved, and eventually we had to break all the shelves in the rec room to keep fighting the monsters. We had more tasks to do in order to prove ourselves, but the fact that we were working as team was helping us, and the powers-that-be had never seen anyone work in a team, and were impressed by us. It made all the tasks a lot easier. There was a lot of darkness and shapeshifting, and the monsters looked like Ludo from “Labyrinth.”
September 28, 2010
Can I just note I’ve had some wildly inappropriate dreams the past few nights; so inappropriate I cannot even write them down here? Okay, the dream: I went to dinner with Matt, Kristin, Angie and Kane; we went to Hangar 1, which apparently was serving meals and the bar was about 100 feet long. After we sat down, I decided I needed to drop to the floor and crawl around, and none of my friends seemed to think this was strange behavior. They talked above me while I was under the table like a little kid. I eventually saw my boss and stood up to talk to her, only she disappeared. I tried to follow her to the back room but was stopped – there were all these new employees who didn’t know me, and I couldn’t find anyone I actually knew. Finally, one of the new employees who was very punk-rock said, “Oh, you’re the other girl” and introduced herself. Ayn came up and said she thought this girl and I would get along. I still wanted to talk to my boss but she was in the back working with loaves of bread.
September 23, 2010
Pint glasses that had been cracked in the dishwasher. Oh, that’s right. I somehow ended up inside a house with a group of 8 year old girls, and I was also 8 years old. We were home alone and there was a knock at the door. One of the girls listened through the intercom and said, “Well, the man knows both of my parent’s names, so I guess it’s okay to let him in,” and walked downstairs. We ran after her, and then an adult – the girl’s aunt – showed up and the man outside ran away. The aunt became a very young grandmother and we all had to hide behind the kitchen counter as she told us about how “Todd” – the man who had been outside – had seemed like a nice person but was actually horrible to her daughter. Somehow, Todd came back and then I was an adult again and we called the police but it took awhile for them to come so the grandmother, her daughter, Todd and myself started playing soccer. We were just passing the ball around but Todd took a phone call and missed his turn and then he freaked out and started screaming and threatening us, and the police came but Todd pulled out a gun and started shooting at us. Even though there were tons of police, his bullets were hitting lots of things and no one was hitting him. I dropped to the ground and rolled around in the grass and felt the bullets flying over my head. Eventually I got up and started running away without control, and was able to defy gravity and leap very far and high but I was unable to stop myself. I bounced around on cars much like Mario might, flying through the air. Then Sarah from Buffalo showed up in a convertable and was mad that I was damaging her property. Suddenly I was inside my parent’s house and stuck in their downstairs room, and whoever I was with said they thought they heard soemone stuck in the bathroom.
September 22, 2010
Okay, so I was supposed to be packing for a trip with my family. Except I kept not being able to remember what I was packing for or where we were going. I couldn’t figure out if I needed a dress, my running shoes, or a bikini. I kept forgetting my fancy shoes (they never did make it in the bag which freaked me out later) and eventually I was hustled out the door so the family could meet at our meeting spot: the Wong’s house, even though the Wong’s weren’t home. So my brother and I get there and he’s like, “um, what’s with your nominal baggage?” and my parents show up in their van looking ready to trek across the country. And then my cousin’s Sammi and Michelle show up and are like, “Let’s do this!” We’re in the Wong’s house and we leave without locking the door, and suddenly there’s a whole bunch of people to say goodbye to. I’m realizing we are about to get on a plane and while I panic about not having anxiety medication and the flight being in less than an hour which means the pills might not take hold, a man who bears a striking resemblance to Sascha Baren Cohen (is that his name?) is having a severe ear wax dripping problem but does not seem to notice. He keeps insisting upon being very European and kissing everyone on both cheeks, and every time he does, his ear goo gets all over the other person’s face. So now I’m trying to evade him and still worrying about my medicine. We make it to the car and then to the airport and we all get out of the van and stare at each other. Finally, I think my mom says “So you all are flying and we’re driving and we’ll meet you there. And then you’re all driving back and we’re flying. And we can drop Michelle at a strip mall off the freeway.” And we all say, “Oh! We were wondering!” I then panic about not having appropriate shoes, and we race back to the Wong’s, who pull up at the same time we do. Mary lets me into her house, and I attempt to dig through her and Karen’s shoes (though I seemed to recall their feet were not the same size as mine) and I cannot find anything resembling a fancy shoe I can borrow, nor can I find two of the same shoes.
September 21, 2010
I was working some sort of counter job (barista? bartender?) when a customer came up and ordered pretzels, which we plainly had on the counter. However, he and I then tossed back and forth some banter as he paid five dollars for the pretzels, and as is prone to happening in dreams, when I looked back down the pretzels were gone. We spent a considerable amount of time looking up and down for the pretzels, and the guy was clearly irritated that they were gone. I finally saw them again with some other snack-food in an open container, and offered them to the man, who declined them in their sorry state and also refused to take his money back.
Later in my dream, I was sitting under/behind the counter “Clerks” style, talking first to myself about figuring out how to be a better person, and then to someone to whom I had apologized and who apologized back.
September 20, 2010
The Mafia came and took me and a few other people to some house, and we were all pretty sure we weren’t getting out alive. but I’m not sure what they wanted from us. At some point they left me alone in a room, and I escaped. I only had a limited time to get away, and for some reason I decided to stop by my loft before making my entire get away (which even at the time seemed pretty risky).
September 9, 2010
K broke up with me, but before he did, we had to go to a down-scale mall to buy Lindsey a really up-scale coat with a fur hood. K was not frustrated by the way the layout of the down-scale mall lent itself to long lines and the inability to figure out where to pay for things.
September 8, 2010
Yolanda was a wedding photographer and insisted on covering a bride’s very blingy engagement ring with spider webs.
September 7, 2010
Snipers were shooting at me across a large open space. I took refuge behind a morbidly overweight person and ducked. This person was apparently not a target, and spoke pleasantly to me.
July 28, 2010
…a pasta monster that came in the windows, having a rash on my bum-crack that K tried to look at with a magnifying glass…
July 22, 2010
K and I went on a giraffe ride (on separate giraffes) than ran over hills at a puss-in-boots speed, and I hung on for dear life and then saw a giraffe’s tongue and heard them laugh and was like, “oh, that’s what everyone’s been talking about!”
April 26, 2010
I had a gap-tooth in my front teeth and was quite surprised about it.
March 29, 2010
Mrs. sanders had given Andrew some great insight into growing up and she changed his outlook on life.
January 1, 2010
Being led out into the wilderness with my coworkers and not wanting to be out there nor having the right shoes, and then I got stuck out there in the wrong shoes. and then people tapping on our window and woke up scared.
October 28, 2009
Leaping out of slow moving cars, losing all my belongings out of a bag even though the belongings, like a stuffed tortoise, were not mine, and the cold winter night even though it was hot.
