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.

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!

Stealing someone else's guy

I dreamt that I stole Sophia's husband from her. Strange, I don't even want Sophia's husband. It was one of those strange dreams where I desparately wanted sexual satisfaction, but it was not to be.

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.

Intro to Stats, Food, Cynthia and Sophia

I started working on the next chapter of intro to stats before I went to bed last night. It made for fitful sleep, that and the fact Zach stayed up noisily until I yelled at him at 12:30 a.m.

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I started in the middle ages. I don't really remember much, just that I was frustrated an unable to meet a goal, or I was being punished or something.

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The next dream I was having a nice dinner with a boy who like me. There was a strange movie playing at this place. Over and over. There were movie screens everywhere. I don't remember any food, and I don't remember what the movie was about. I think in the dream my friend and I were playing tricks on this poor guy. Maybe it was my sister I was with. I think I was about 17 in the dream. It was a pleasant enough dream.

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In the last dream I had I was going to work. I was following Cynthia L all the way, and she knew I was behind her, but we were avoiding each other. (I have seen Cynthia at the store twice this week, and I know she saw me too, but we avoided each other).

Next thing I know, I go to where she is working, and suddenly she is Sophia. I am trying to work with her with this really seedy character who doesn't really want anyone to know what his business is. There are all of these wild animal skins, and one bear skin actually turned out to be a bear. She got bitten and her husband was there suddenly, telling her to get out, he didn't approve of his wife doing that kind of work.

Then there were all these guns, and I got cut on one, and was trying to explain to her husband that there really wasn't anything that bad about her working there as she might not ever have to sleep with any clients. But I knew she would, and had.

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Now it's morning.