Waitressing

It's been a while since I remembered my dream. Last night I dreamed that I was supposed to work as a waitress in this little cafe. No one had really trained me yet, but all of a sudden the bosses were pointing at the tables and people were sitting there, apparently perturbed, because they hadn't been waited on. I was trying to get them some water, but no one would tell me what glasses to use. Finally, the big fat bald old male boss told me to use these plastic glasses that had been flattened. The dream ended with me trying to open up the glasses so I could pour water in them.

The disturbing part of this dream was that the woman was someone I have had some kind of dealings with recently. She was about 60, had her hair all teased, curled and sprayed. She was wearing a bright floral pant suit and she waddled as she walked because she was overweight. I cannot, for the life of me, remember where I have seen this woman! I can't help think that the business I had with her had something to do with Megan, but I can't place her. I got the distinct impression that she thought I was beneath her. Who is she? Is she really someone I have done business with? Is she a compilation of many people? I don't know. It just might drive me batty!

The Good, The Bad, The Piano and the Spider.

My dreams really are becoming more typical. Not normal, because I don't know what that is.

The first dream I remember having was about bad guys and good guys. It started with a bad guy threatening to kill a couple of guys if they don't give them the money. I was one of the good guys, and I really wasn't willing to part with my money. It couldn't have been much, about $500 I guess (which is about how much I really have). It was in this big filing box that had tons and tons checks in it. We kept telling the guy that all the money was in the bank. He believed it and was about to leave. Then I saw a little corn of the money sticking down out of the box. I went over and pushed it back up. I didn't know if he saw it, but I had the feeling he'd be back when I wasn't there.

Then, I was this beautiful black woman, the wife of the guy I was, and I saw the guy coming back. I ran back to the apartment to save the wife of the other guy. I told her to hurry up and follow me, the bad guys were coming. I ran to the utility room on the ground level floor, and we slipped through an opening in the floor. It lead to a really dark tunnel (lit only for film purposes, but pitch black to us - like in LOTR when Frodo goes into the tunnels), but I knew the way out. I was holding the other girls hand and feeling along the walls of the tunnels for turns. At the last turn I was telling her to tell me when we got to the next turn. We went through it and waiting for us was the red cross. They were going to take us to the hospital in their red cross mobile. I kept telling them the bad guys were after us.

I don't know if they listened, I woke up.

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In the second dream I bought a new piano so Megan would feel guilty about taking hers with her. There was room for it and everything! It sounded so good, and I thought it would be fun to learn to play songs that Megan knows, but her piano is really out of tune. I hired a guy to come and tune it.

But, like any fantasy worth it's spit, I decided to get it on with the guy. Unfortunately, Lex showed up, and in my dream we were still married. He made such a fuss, and I was so mad. I grabbed a piano string and was going to beat him with it, but then I was all alone.

So I went to put the string on a nail in the wall, but there was a spider on the nail. So I went to find one a little farther in the doorway, and as soon as I got past the spider I turned and looked at it. All of a sudden it was about the size of a tennis ball. I decided I would jot past it back into the room, but I was being held back by spider webs. I made a mad dash to get past it, but it jumped on my back and bit me. It hurt. When I woke up, the muscles in my back were all in a spasm. I guess my body just wanted to get into the dream and make it that much more real for me.

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!

Gay dream

Oh, the strange!

Last night I dreamed that some man, who was my superior in some respect (I can't remember) told me I think more like a man than a woman. He meant it as a complement (of course). But then, since I thought more like a man, I was suddenly gay and there were three women that I was traveling with who were my new best friends. Of course, I was the fat one. We did some mundane weird stuff on our travels (no - not sex) and finally I woke up.

I was never attracted to those women, but since I thought more like a man, I decided to like women. I guess.

I told you it was strange.

Blog design vs Hollywood and Exercise

Interesting night of dreams. Redesigning my blogs has seeped into my dreams.

Hollywood movies and actors needed to be more honest and real in one dream. The dreams seemed to be happening on a blog background. It was weird. The more dishonest the movie and actor were, the more spotted and melty the blog background and header became. Take that hollywood!

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But it was another dream that had the full gamut of weirdness about it.

Megan and Zach were both trying to get involved in my colleges fitness program which was apparently run by the overzealous, body-building, personal trainer that I rode the bus with and her husband. But I didn't want them to use up all of my money, so I was trying to hide it from them.

At the same time, I was trying to make myself a very sweet mocha (I must miss JAVA) and Jumanji (my first dream of her since her death!) was eating one of the ingredients and threw it all up because it was too sweet and pink. I ended up getting some wheat crackers for her that Megan also wanted. So instead of getting my mocha, I was eating wheat crackers.

We got to the place and there was this dilapidated type of price is right board where you placed a sport device (golf clubs, tennis rackets, etc) in the appropriate hole. I put the golf club in one of them and they said you just have to go out and practice your swing.

Well, I was upset because I can do that without paying.

Then I was sitting in some waiting room for someone who would be setting up my exercise program. I was talking to the before mentioned body builder and her husband when my nose started running. No, not like that. I was pouring - kind of like a really bad nose bleed, but instead of blood it was the slimy mucus gunk. Someone handed me a huge handful of paper towels. I tried to wipe my nose on it, but it was no time at all before it was completely saturated. It was gross.

It was so gross that some of the people who were sitting in the room started leaving. I kept thinking should go to the bathroom to spare everyone, but I was too lazy.

But then, you know what happens at the end of all dreams. You wake up!

Hillbillies meet Aristocracy

Last night I dreamed that it was the day before Megan's wedding and she, a couple of her friends and I decided to go shopping to make sure we had everything together. On the way, Megan was acting like she was invincible and was crossing a street without even looking for traffic. I told her that was not acceptable, because it was special occasions when people were most likely to die (that had to have come from an Oprah show that was about a whole family that was killed by a drunk driver after a wedding on a 4th of July weekend). There was something strange about how it started, though. I kind of remember an old station wagon and some creepy old balloons, it's really fuzzy, but somehow it affected how I was. I was like some drunk hick acting all weird. Megan was acting a little weird, and when Steve came in he wanted to know if we had been drinking. Megan said we had a little, but we hadn't. I was ashamed of myself.

I am ready to start having dreams that aren't about Megan's wedding.

Trudging through grass

My dreams were not so good last night. I dreamed that I was trying to get someplace and was trudging through a thick path of three foot high grass. I looked back and realized I had left a path through it which bothered me. It turned out to be special grass the MML was growing and she knew then she need to get Zach away from me so he would turn out ok.

Then I was in a yard with Megan Zach and Dad and Megan had this little tiny horse. He had hidden in a space behind Zach and when I tried to get him out I heard a pop. Dad said he was limping on one side and I felt horrible. I knew that I had finally done the one thing that would cause me to lose my kids forever.

Not such a good night.

Revisiting the past while creating the future

My dreams were of my past last night. I dreamt of Carrie and Lynn again. Not much different, Lynn was trying to fire me, and Carrie would not get the quality teaching I could give her. Same old same old. I think I dreamt this because I read through some of my old blog posts and was reminded of it all again.

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I also had those weird non-dreams that just keep repeating over and over again. Nothing is happening, and I am frustrated because I can't get it (what ever it is) to work the way I want it to. I was trying to design a header for a blog, and Megan was involved. That's about it. I am always glad to wake up with those dreams because they get nowhere. Like the dreams I have when I'm sick and I can't do anything to feel better.

These dreams have been occurring with greater frequency since I started school. They started out as dreams that mixed sudoku and statistics, and now, every time I learn something new, I have these dreams. They were especially bad when I was creating the back drop for Megan's wedding. I really don't like it.