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.

Triplets?

First, I got stuck in a vasopressin studies feedback loop. I don't know how long I was actually stuck in it, but I did make my self wake up and play games on the computer (because I have no internet at my apartment even though I paid for it) for about an hour. Once my thought patterns had changed enough I went back to sleep - and learned that Megan just found out she is having triplets and that one of them is actually older than the one she knew she was having. It was really weird. The ultrasound was actually a box filled with black shiny dust protecting two pink porcelain penny banks, and a blue porcelain penny bank. A certain really hated ex boyfriend with a set of twins of his own was explaining how the whole think happened.

I haven't talked to Megan yet today, but I'm pretty sure she is still just having the one baby and that a second, older baby isn't sharing the uterin space.

Sticks in my bed

I was having a late dream, I had already been awake enough to check email and read all my internet stuff. It started with babies and clients, but then I got home, I guess. I was dreaming that I was making my bed, and was brushing some stuff off of it, like leaf crumbs or something. The more I brushed the more there were as I walked around the bed. Then I pulled back the covers and there was a pile of sticks there. They looked suspiciously like pretzel sticks to my awake and aware mind, because I have been snacking on those for a few days. But in my dream mind, they were definitely sticks.

I thought it was strange, and I asked my grandma (who suddenly was there - but had been talking to me the whole time I was making my bed) and she said it was because I had been in the park with her and her friends and we were having fun there.

then I woke up, and there weren't any crumbs, sticks or pretzels in my bed. I thought to myself, hmmm that would make a good novel, but now that hours have passed, I realize, there is no story here. Just weird.

My dreams are strange

The other night I woke up several times to look at the clock. Each time I said to myself "good! There's still enough time!" and went back to sleep. I have no Idea what there was enough time for.

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Last night I dreamed that one of my ex-clients had been painting - and his work was spectacular. He didn't know it though, and no one was encouraging him, so I did.

Then there was a baby still in diapers. It was a very smart baby that didn't want to wear diapers, so I told it all it had to do is go potty in the potty chair and it wouldn't have to wear diapers anymore. So, it did.

Then I was trying to help the clients put together some kind of bridge toy. I was trying to get it together when my step dad came and gave us some help. Suddenly we were outside and there was snow and mud on the ground. I kept thinking it should be really cold, but my feet and hands were very warm. When I woke up, my hands and feet were very warm.

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.

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!

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.

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!

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.

Married to lex, again.

I dreamt that I was still married to Lex. He had this job lined up that he thought was going to be pretty great. We were supposed to move to this camp to live. It was horrible. We had a tiny spot just barely big enough to sleep in, and we were supposed to eat and clean and excrete there too. I was absolutely not willing to live there.

I told him so. I said I only had a couple of years to go to get my teaching degree and then we could live good clean lives. He wasn't happy.

I'm not always glad to wake up, and when I am, it's usually because I'm glad to escape dreams like that.

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.

A fill up and an oil change

I was filling up the car. I don't know where I was, but I was a long way from Twin Falls, and I was filling up the car. The gas station offered auto services, and it was time for an oil change, so I asked for one. There service was to charge me for finding a place that did the actual service. I was miffed and said I could find a place myself that could give me an oil change for the price they quoted. The ugly slimy old shiister laughed in my face. "Go ahead and try" he says SO I DID

Satisfaction

I decided that if I'm really going to chart my dreams to any real extent, I will have to add sex. I have a regular diet of sex dreams. They are fairly cyclical, and usually very frustrating, which is why i have a frustration label.

This dream did not leave me frustrated. It was so weird though. I was embarking on a relationship with a nice dark headed guy who wanted to take things slow. We did a lot of cuddling. Until his friend came home.

His blond, mentally unstable friend, who was really no more attractive, was the one I jumped all over. I don't know why. Does their have to be a reason?

Well, we did a lot of cuddling too, but it went somewhere happy.

Hey, it's just a dream.

A baby?

This is one of those recurrent themes. I had a baby. I really wanted the baby. I wasn't very good at taking care of the baby.

This one was different in that, in the end, there was no baby. I had hallucinated all of the baby stuff.

No, I really don't want a new baby.

Black Jack and Barbie

Last night I went to Jackpot. In my dream. I had a $300 (must have been all ones) in my left hand and a one dollar bill in my right. I wanted to play black jack. I found a table with a dealer at it, but I couldn't see his cards. I guess he wasn't yet working. No one would let me play.

Someone was saying how lazy the waitresses were, but I noticed that they were all worn out looking.

Then I wanted to make a coffin for a Barbie doll. I though it was important that little girls learned the seriousness of death. I couldn't find the right kind of materials to make one. So I just woke up.

Meteors and volcanos in Antarctica

Another one for the books of weird. The kids were small, Megan probably 10 or 11, Zach 9 or 10. Dad had this fun adventure to take us on. We went to Antarctica (which was incredibly warm, or maybe it was just our coats). We swam to the very center and we were going to slide down this crazy huge ice slide that had some air drop in it.

We were just about to go down the slide when a meteor glided over head and sliced into the ocean not more than 100 yards from us. We were all wondering what it was we saw and who among us actually saw it when all of a sudden, a volcano started to erupt where the meteor had gone in. Zach was so excited, but we decided it would be best for all of us if we left antarctica before we got showered with lava.

Then I woke 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.