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.

Next time, I want to win the lottery!

I dreamed that Lex had won the lottery - or something. He was filthy rich. So I managed to get my hands on $20,000 and spent it ALL on Zach and Megan (I bought her a wedding dress and vale - is it possible I still have bitter feelings about him not pitching in for her wedding?). Tons of stuff that they really wanted. Housewares for Zach (who is moving out on his own soon), clothing, decorations and fun stuff.

Then, I tried to hide it all so he wouldn't see it when he came over. He found some of it, and took it. He was so mad that I had taken his money (hey, he owes me about $15,000 - another $5000 for interest over 20 years is fair)! The kids were really disappointed. But there was some left.

Until we all went about our business - work and school. We got home and EVERYTHING was gone. Even the heater (reminds me of how he came over while I was at work right after I filed for divorce and took all of his stuff that he want, and much of mine)! Zach was freaking out.

It was just a dream.

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!

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.

Logic storing, storm survival

Last night started off with frustration. I had played a game of mahjong, studied the first two sections of chapter 8 in statistics, and my brain put the two together for storage. I kept seeing mahjong tiles, and I was having a really hard time getting anything to match. I woke u[ and almost didn't want to go back to sleep. I really hate those kinds of dreams. They don't seem to have any point, they don't go anywhere, there is no flow. And they seem to be coming more frequently.

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The morning dreams were a little better. I was a young 20ish year old and had just gotten married. I never saw my new husband. I got the impression (though it was never said) that he was off doing heroic volunteer deeds after a terrible storm.

I was doing my own thing too. I think I was helping children, but it is rather fuzzy. I do remember feeling good about myself, though. Like I was still standing and able to help, even after such a terrible catastrophe.