House sitting adoption failure

I was a teenager, and a group of kids and I were staying at this really really nice mansion while the owners were on vacation. The guys in the group were destroying the place, and I wasn't doing enough to stop them. When the owners came back, the woman was extremely upset. She decided that she didn't like me anymore and that she wouldn't adopt me (reality check not functioning in dreams is so much fun, isn't it?). I was saying good bye to the little dog when I woke 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.

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.

Statistics useful, snow cave not, young love

My first dream wasn't quite so frustrating, in that there was a point. I don't remember it very well, but I do remember that there was a real goal we were working toward. It was still frustrating and still had a lot to do with statistics, but there were real characters and a real goal.

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The second dream was sad. These guys (and I was one of them) went up into the mountains and were going to be their for a while. We were trying to build a snow cave so that we wouldn't freeze to death, but while we were building it, it rained on us and we got wet. We were doomed to die.

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The third dream was about Tia. She and the most popular boy at school, senior, football quarterback, adored by all, were in love. Lisa hated that she was falling for a guy that was probably just using Tia, so she was sending her to live somewhere else. It was kind of sad that she was having to go. Tia was not happy, but she was compliant. Meanwhile, the boy was trying to figure out how to sneak around to see Tia. Ah to be that young and naieve.

Statistics, Carrie

There is definitely a pattern emerging here. Once again, the first dream was nonsensical, having to do with blogging and statistics. There was no real rhyme or reason to any of it. When I woke up at 2:00 a.m., I had a really hard time getting back to sleep. They aren't nightmares, but they leave me feeling horribly frustrated.

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When I finally did get back to sleep around 4:00 a.m., I dreamt of Carrie. She was at some center where no one knew me. I really wanted to see her, but they were not very excited about letting me. I offered to help them, because I knew how to take care of her better than they were, but they were extremely reluctant.

In the real world they absolutely shouldn't let someone they don't know in, but in my dream, I definitely expected them to make an exception for me.

I miss the kids I used to work with, there is no doubt about that. Somewhere in there is a fair amount of residual anger at being pushed out of that job. There was no real excuse for it. I hope someday to come to terms with all of it, and put all of the things exactly where they belong.

Eating and abuse

The last time I went on a diet, I dreamt a lot about looking thinner, and being happier. I have started a new diet, so of course my dreams will center around it somehow.

Last night I dreamt that I was at a restaurant with my dad and I think Lynn, and maybe even my mom. I was eating bean dip, with corn chips. (sounds really good right now) Anyway, someone questioned why I was eating the dip with the chips, because the chips have so many calories. I said the chips made the dip taste better.

I was so depressed in the dream. Those three people have been quite abusive to me. Zach has been a little as of late, so I’m sure that’s where the bad feelings came from. Funny how eating while being abused and feeling depressed is what I would dream about.