Married to lex, again.

I dreamt that I was still married to Lex. He had this job lined up that he thought was going to be pretty great. We were supposed to move to this camp to live. It was horrible. We had a tiny spot just barely big enough to sleep in, and we were supposed to eat and clean and excrete there too. I was absolutely not willing to live there.

I told him so. I said I only had a couple of years to go to get my teaching degree and then we could live good clean lives. He wasn't happy.

I'm not always glad to wake up, and when I am, it's usually because I'm glad to escape dreams like that.

A few fingers for disrespect

This was one of the most disturbing dreams I've had in a long time. Some girls were in a strange town. I guess I was one of them, but I wasn't me. I said something disrespectful to a sheriff, and we were all going to be punished for it.

The punishment: they were going to cut off our fingers. One of the girls with exceptionally pretty fingers was to have her fingers cut off and replaced with the sheriffs fat calloused ugly fingers.

I woke up feeling extremely upset by this dream.

A fill up and an oil change

I was filling up the car. I don't know where I was, but I was a long way from Twin Falls, and I was filling up the car. The gas station offered auto services, and it was time for an oil change, so I asked for one. There service was to charge me for finding a place that did the actual service. I was miffed and said I could find a place myself that could give me an oil change for the price they quoted. The ugly slimy old shiister laughed in my face. "Go ahead and try" he says SO I DID

Carrie

Last night I dreamt about Carrie. She had been away for a long time, but she was back. Lynn had made this really Trena like calender for her. She had gone over things with Carrie's mother, and had found out that she had moved without telling us. I missed her in my dream, and I miss her, and all of the kids, in my waking world as well.

Satisfaction

I decided that if I'm really going to chart my dreams to any real extent, I will have to add sex. I have a regular diet of sex dreams. They are fairly cyclical, and usually very frustrating, which is why i have a frustration label.

This dream did not leave me frustrated. It was so weird though. I was embarking on a relationship with a nice dark headed guy who wanted to take things slow. We did a lot of cuddling. Until his friend came home.

His blond, mentally unstable friend, who was really no more attractive, was the one I jumped all over. I don't know why. Does their have to be a reason?

Well, we did a lot of cuddling too, but it went somewhere happy.

Hey, it's just a dream.

A baby?

This is one of those recurrent themes. I had a baby. I really wanted the baby. I wasn't very good at taking care of the baby.

This one was different in that, in the end, there was no baby. I had hallucinated all of the baby stuff.

No, I really don't want a new baby.