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.

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!

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.

Paralyzed by a gang of boys

I suppose it would be silly not to chart the sleep paralysis I have here. Especially when they lead to bad dreams.

In this very lucid dream, I was in the front of my house just behind my dad's car, when I saw a gang of boys walking down the street toward my house. I became deathly afraid and ran back to bed. -- well, I wanted to be back in my bed and I was there, because that's where I really was. I hid under my bed and when I realized I was having another "spell," I fought hard to come out of it.

When I did come out of it, I was still terribly afraid. I knew it was just a dream, but it scared the shit out of me.

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.

Invasion and the chase

I dreamt that an invading army was chasing us. I don't really know who I was with, but I think Megan was there. We were keeping one step ahead of the soldiers, and found places to be safe from time to time, but I knew it was just a matter of time before we got caught. I don't think it is my own death I fear. This dream was about Zach and how hopeless and futile it all feels to try to save him from himself. It's a battle I'm not sure I can win.

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.

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.