5 minute dream.

I had to come to school early today for the 101 final (to give it, not take it). I woke up at 3:00 am and couldn't get back to sleep (cold/menopause combo?). At about 5:45 I dozed off.

I was sitting with some school friends (though my awake mind has no idea who the people in my dream were), and I told a funny joke. I don't remember the joke, it's just as well, it probably wasn't funny. I looked at the clock and it was 7:03. I jumped up to get ready to go, because I had to be at school at 7:30 am. (I am still dreaming). I went into the bedroom area to see that water was gushing out of all of the vents! Things were getting soaked. I picked up Zach's backpack (which looked suspiciously like mine to my waking mind), and put it on the bed. I was somewhat upset because I had to go to school, I had all of the tests! Luckily, I have this amazing ability to wake up, which is just what I did. And in time to get to school and get the tests to the students.

Puppy in the window

I dreamed a comedy sitcom episode! I was the female lead of a couple. There was this puppy hanging around that neither of us wanted and it was always annoying us. So, we were taking it to the pound. But when we got there and saw it in the cage we started to feel bad and thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a dog after all. We decided to go back in and adopt it. But when we got back inside, there was a boy with some sort of disadvantage (I can't really remember what it was) and he and the puppy had already bonded! It was so sappy sweet. I was awakened by the bang bang bang of the couple downstairs. I woke up confused as to what could be making that sound, when she started moaning and wailing. Then it stopped, but it was too late, I was wide awake.

Burning Houses, Ice Dolls, Brain Tumors and Driving to Closely

Have you ever noticed how dreams never have a beginning or resolution? At least mine don't.

So, I'm sitting with some people I know, in the dark. I think we are in a park having a picnic. At night. Well-that's how dreams go, isn't it?

I look to the right and see giant flames leaping into the sky. I point the spectacle out to my companions and we decide to go check it out.

When we get there, it isn't clear whether the house has burned down or just the giant elm tree, but the people who lived there said the house was fine. It was black, but since they said it was fine, it must have been. Anyway, my dream self believed them. And since it suddenly became midday, things had to be fine, right?

So we're sitting and talking for a while. Then I leave with my companions (nameless faceless friends). We are driving in a convertible on a hot day down Shoshone street, having a great time. We have these pieces of ice that in my dream were really dolls. We were giving them to all the little kids. I never saw any little kids, but boy were we giving away the dolls, and boy, did all the little girls love them!

Then we were down to the last of them, and they were nothing but broken shards of ice. The friend who was driving shrugged her shoulders and stuck one in her mouth and crunched it, much to the dismay of all the little girls wanting the dolls. Cannibal woman!

We got to the hospital (I guess - because I was there all of a sudden) and the doctors were firing up the life flight helicopter. They were trying to find a hospital that would take me immediately so I could get brain surgery. Apparently I had a brain tumor. It was an adventure!

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Yesterday morning I was looking to the right, then I looked ahead of me to see that I was about to rear-end the car in front. I slammed on the brakes, and the pain of my ankle being tweaked by my foot hitting the footboard of my bed woke me up!

I got married, then got shot

It started with a big beautiful grey house sitting right next to two little dumpy houses. A woman living in one of the little houses was over visiting me in the big beautiful gray house. She was telling me that I should never forget about the poor people who have to live in the small houses. I told her that my grandpa was living in the little house when he built the big house. She seemed impressed by that.

Then I went to my Fiance's house where his family was having me for dinner. His sister was testing me and I was not passing. She was asking me to do things her family had done for generations, but I had never seen those things being done, ever.

Then we went to get the marriage license, Allec Honc and me. That name put together meant something weird in the dream. I could see it clearly, which was so strange for me, I usually can't read in dreams. He was a little put off that I didn't know what his name was until that very moment that we were filling out the marriage license. But all was forgiven, because we were so desperately in love.

Then I woke up and went back to sleep.

I was looking for the right pajamas for DC. I was upset that I couldn't find them because everyone kept telling me they were right there. Then someone came up and said that a couple had been shot and were bleeding to death.

Allec and I were that couple. I was sitting at his bedside crying and begging him to be alright.

Then I woke up and got up.

Torn between three lovers

I was the chaperon head person of some kind of fraternity house. Some kids had come by to sit and chat for a while, then they left. I was going around the place, locking up all the doors when I found myself standing in view of a group of men in another house who were sitting around a table and visiting. I finished locking the doors, and a woman came to tell me that it was terrible immodest of me to be seen without my house robe on. I was well dressed, but apparently the coat was needed as well.

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Then I dreamed that I was heading to an island. (this may have been a continuation of the first dream, but I'm not sure). There were two men waiting with me for my time to go (were they from the group at the table?), and they were concerned that I was leaving for the island to meet up with the man I really loved, but wasn't supposed to love. (yes, I watched the bachelorette Monday!)

I received a little box that had a special gift in it. Well, in my dream it was special, but my waking mind wants to know what was so special about creamy frosting. I got all giddy and had butterflies because I knew it was a special message from the guy on the island saying he was excited we were about to be together again. I felt guilty for hurting the other guys, but island guy was the one I wanted.

Unfortunately, I woke up before I made it to the island to be with him.

All about me

A normal dream! for me. I dreamed I had a new boyfriend. Oh, there were weird visual cues, but it was one of those dreams I didn't want to wake from. It was all about me!

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.

Meteors and volcanos in Antarctica

Another one for the books of weird. The kids were small, Megan probably 10 or 11, Zach 9 or 10. Dad had this fun adventure to take us on. We went to Antarctica (which was incredibly warm, or maybe it was just our coats). We swam to the very center and we were going to slide down this crazy huge ice slide that had some air drop in it.

We were just about to go down the slide when a meteor glided over head and sliced into the ocean not more than 100 yards from us. We were all wondering what it was we saw and who among us actually saw it when all of a sudden, a volcano started to erupt where the meteor had gone in. Zach was so excited, but we decided it would be best for all of us if we left antarctica before we got showered with lava.

Then I woke up.

The message

It was so profound. "We come into this world completely unprepared for what we are about to experience. Will you be a victim or a healer?" It was THE voice. Yes, it was THAT voice! It was the voice the narrates our lives. It was like I was seeing myself as a baby. It was almost frightening how loud and booming that voice was over all the other static you hear in dreams.

My dreams have not been too terribly interesting as of late. I have not been remembering them long enough to write them down. I actually had a dream after this that was fun. I don't remember what it was about, I just remember it was fun.

The voice was profound. It wasn't like a dream. It was like an interruption. A wake up call. I don't know. I'm not likely to forget it any time soon.

Learning and running red lights to bake cookies

I know I did have the usual three dreams last night. The first I don't remember at all. I couldn't even bring up any images of it when I woke up at midnight. The second one involved a long tall man who was teaching me something. That's all I remember about it. The third dream, I remember!

I was at school, and I saw people baking chocolate chip cookies, but they were really sad looking. I knew I could make some really good chocolate chip cookies (in a pizza pan, no less) so I was running as fast as I could to get to my oven! I passed some classmates who I really didn't know and chanted as I passed that I was off to make some cookies!

I kept running, but apparently not fast enough, because my brain put me in a car so I could get there faster. It didn't give me good timing, and I ran a red light that was just about to turn green. An old woman on the other side of the intersection was thinking of turning left, but I avoided her and got to my oven where my cookies were waiting for me.

I was flattening some of them out (not something I would actually do for chocolate chip cookies) and getting ready to put them in the oven when the girls I pass came up to me all mad yelling at me because I ran over that poor old woman's dog and didn't even stop!

"I didn't hit any dogs!" I assured them, but they would listen. So I went over after they had gone and my cookies were in the oven. There was a little cocker spaniel sitting there, not dead at all. I reached down to pick it up. It was a little sore on one side, and I wondered why the "sweet" little old woman had left it there.

Turns out, she had tossed the poor little thing out the window because it was barking in her face! Of course, those girls were long gone, so as far as they know, I hit a poor little old lady's dog and just kept going.

Of course, it was just a dream, but still! I want to find those girls tonight and tell them they needed to have a little less pre-judgement happening, and a little better deductive reasoning skills in place if they want to be in my dreams!

Children and ex-suitors

I have no recollection at all of my first dream. I don't think it was as frustrating, because when I woke up I didn't feel frustrated. I just felt exhausted. That shouldn't surprise me, though.

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The second dream I had was about a bunch of little kids, like in a daycare, or something. I was helping to take care of them. I was standing at a sink, one made up by my brain. I think Lynn was involved somehow. I also think one of the kids had to get stitches, or I did. That would be because Zach cut his knee bad enough to need four stitches yesterday.

There was a little bit to do with statistics, like the word lists kept going through my mind. Oh well.

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In the third dream, I ran into a guy who I dated once. It didn't look anything at all like him. My brain decided to make sense of it by making him have some kind of prostate cancer. He actually had prostate problems when I dated him. My dad was there, I guess he kind of liked the guy.

But the guy was being really weird. His dad was trying to tell him not to eat all of the bread because someone else might want a sandwich. So he started licking the bread. It was sick. Luckily, I don't like Bologna sandwiches.

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Over all, I did have a rather restful night. I even had a little fun. I'm going to write a story called dreams. I already have the opening, I think it's pretty good. I hope this is a really fun story.

Family and failing

Due to the late hour at which I was able to go to bed, the even later hour at which I was able to fall asleep, and the incredibly early hour at which I had to get up, I only have one dream to report. There were more, but I only remember this one.

I was at some Wheel of Fortune carnival with Lex's mother and her husband. We were on this slippery ride sort of thing, and they couldn't get all the way around it without falling. It was fun, but there was some seriousness about it.

They were being allowed one more attempt at getting it right when Vanna told Karen, "If you don't get it right this time, you might as well forget about going to take your exam tomorrow!" I was a little shocked by that. After all, how did this ride have anything at all to do with her exam? Although deep inside I knew, she would not pass the exam if she couldn't even do something so simple as to stay upright on this course.

She looked at Vanna, a little surprised, but then nodded in agreement. This time she was going to make it. She steeled herself, and got ready for the trial.

She looked good as she started, she was much more cautious in her foot placements. Then came the first wave that she had easily mastered on her previous trials. Immediately, she fell to the ground.

When she got up, her face was marked by disappointment. It wasn't so much falling on the course as much as not getting to go to her exam. She had worked very hard for that exam, but now she was resigned to the fact that she would fail.

That is sort of how I feel right now. No matter how hard I work, what effort I give, how prepared I feel, I am doomed to fail. This is not a good place for me. I hope to get out of it soon.

Sculpture, old man with a jacket

Once again, the first dream was a hodgepodge of nothings. I didn't feel quite so frustrated, however, and I think that might be because I am rather expecting it now.

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The second dream was different. There was this old man, whom I was fond of. I was trying to help take care of him, I think, or I was visiting regularly because he was lonely.

He had this jacket that was like a letterman's jacket, but it was a special production of this famous criminal from back in the day. He was quite proud of it, and was all excited about taking it to the expo where everyone would take their "special" memorabilia of this guy.

When we got there, there were several tables out with the special memorabilia displayed. The problem was, every table had the same exact objects. It turned out that there was nothing "special" about any of it.

My elderly friend was disappointed, of course, but I could tell that deep inside, he was sure that his jacket was special.

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The last dream was cool, because I had made a sculpture that I am going to sketch for further reference.

It was done for this famous rock star diva. She was going to come and sign it for me. (That would never happen in real life, let me tell you). I was all excited.

When it was time to get together for this signing, we had to go to her dad's house first then we would go to the house where that baby was. (by now in the dream the sculpture was actually a baby).

The house where the "baby" was, was the same house my elderly friend from the previous dream lived, but by now I couldn't remember how to get there. When I asked the rock star's mother, she huffed that she just didn't know. I guess she wasn't excited about her daughter leaving already.

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Now it's daytime, and I have a test to study for, a bill to pay, and oil and tires to change.