So my dream last night was a classic drive by shooting kind of dream where you have the same people but you move from place to place quickly. I was actually going with a guy to a few different parties and we were just friends, but obviously had spent a lot of time together. During each party I would try to get a little closer and eventually touched his back as I said something. He looked straight at me and we stared at each other for awhile. Then he kind of put his hand in mine a little.
And then my alarm went off. UGH!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Attacked by Ex's
So the first part of the dream that I remember is going to "Dwight"'s (refer to my other blog, he's my recent EX boyfriend) new apartment which oddly in the dream was just around the corner from his old one. I went to go visit him and his new roommate but while I was there, remembered why I was mad at him and they were also doing things to upset me. So I got up to leave and he grabbed my wrist and kept asking me to stay and talk about it. (rich coming from the person who dumped me by proclaiming on facebook that he was single and didn't even talk to me about it.)
The next part I was in a bathroom (I know, surprise!) with a bunch of other girls. I was taking some makeup off when another ex boyfriend pops out of a bathroom stall and grabs my arm to pull me aside. The other girls didn't even notice him there, just went about their business. He starts giving me a hug to comfort me because I'm upset and then he tries to push his face into mine to kiss me. (In real life, this guy is married.) So of course I resisted and kept turning my head away.
Really bizarre, and unfortunately my dad says that we have these kinds of dreams for the rest of our lives. *sigh*
The next part I was in a bathroom (I know, surprise!) with a bunch of other girls. I was taking some makeup off when another ex boyfriend pops out of a bathroom stall and grabs my arm to pull me aside. The other girls didn't even notice him there, just went about their business. He starts giving me a hug to comfort me because I'm upset and then he tries to push his face into mine to kiss me. (In real life, this guy is married.) So of course I resisted and kept turning my head away.
Really bizarre, and unfortunately my dad says that we have these kinds of dreams for the rest of our lives. *sigh*
Thursday, October 28, 2010
It's Been Awhile
I know, I need to be more motivated. But last night I had a dream that I arrived at a huge old house with so many rooms. It used to be used for housing homeless girls but was now being used for a girl's camp of some sort. There were hundreds of girls coming in when I got there and the person running it took me through on a tour. All the rooms were decrepit and full of dust and filth. There were old fashioned clothes rotting in the middle of one of the rooms and she explained that it was from when it was an orphanage and they had all suddenly left, leaving everything behind to rot.
We went through many rooms and there was one I only got to glance into which looked like a huge, enclosed arena where all the girls were going and a man was talking to them about the camp. Then I was taken to the kitchen which of course was as bad as the rest of the house. She left me there to take care of it and I looked around for awhile and came near a hole in the floor that looked ready to widen more. I could see a laundry room below and then I decided to get back to work. I didn't dream much about the cleaning, I just suddenly turned around and the kitchen was brand new with gorgeous wood flooring and gleaming counters. I knew I had done the work and was so happy to see how beautiful it was.
We went through many rooms and there was one I only got to glance into which looked like a huge, enclosed arena where all the girls were going and a man was talking to them about the camp. Then I was taken to the kitchen which of course was as bad as the rest of the house. She left me there to take care of it and I looked around for awhile and came near a hole in the floor that looked ready to widen more. I could see a laundry room below and then I decided to get back to work. I didn't dream much about the cleaning, I just suddenly turned around and the kitchen was brand new with gorgeous wood flooring and gleaming counters. I knew I had done the work and was so happy to see how beautiful it was.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Oh he's so cuuuuuuute!
So last night's dream was um.....interesting and really nice at the same time. I dreamed that my mother was having a baby and I was pregnant too. She went into the other room to deliver and I was standing outside of it, waiting in what could be better described as a department store. I started scanning through the scrapbooking aisle for stuff to use once I had my little girl I was pregnant with.
My brother comes out with the baby my mom just delivered, but he's holding a dixie cup full of water with a cute, tiny baby eel my mother just bore. Yeeeah, that's the "interesting" part. It was cute though, with wide eyes looking up at me. I couldn't help but pet it. But it was very nice to have such a clear vision of myself, pregnant.
My brother comes out with the baby my mom just delivered, but he's holding a dixie cup full of water with a cute, tiny baby eel my mother just bore. Yeeeah, that's the "interesting" part. It was cute though, with wide eyes looking up at me. I couldn't help but pet it. But it was very nice to have such a clear vision of myself, pregnant.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Off Broadway
By just a tad anyway... I was in this big musical production as a background character. They had this really sad scene where Christ was killed (so it was almost combined with the Easter Pageant) and I was in the back acting all dramatically mournfull. And then suddenly this guy was behind me mourning with me, and holding me and such. I had no idea who it was because it wasn't scripted at all. But when the scene was over I looked at him and it was a good friend of mine in real life. He said he felt it would make the scene more dynamic if he was paired up with me in it. And then I went backstage and get handed this script and told that I'm the narrator and need to go out and start the next scene. But I hadn't memorized the part and it was several long paragraphs so I kept hoping I'd faint or something would happen where I wouldn't have to go out and do that part.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Turn on the sirens, we've got a hot one!
So I have a few past dreams I wrote in a dream log but then I kept forgetting to update it. But a lot of them I wrote like a story so here's one that is kind of long but a little fun.
January 17th, 2006
Laura stood behind the building where she worked, leaning against the cinder-block wall with one leg lazily perched on a metal step stool. Someone had put it out there at one time for something, but for what she had no idea. But it was there just the same. Her police car was parked in front of her waiting for the next call to whisk her away to. It was getting on to evening and the sky was getting grayer by the minute as she stood there, taking in her surroundings. Just a back street edged with a low brick wall and a large dumpster in need of being emptied. She could almost smell it from where she was and she let her nose cringe up in distaste. That was when she noticed them to her right. Three young men all looking very much alike to be discerned as brothers to a stranger were followed by an older man she assumed to be their father. They were approaching with a look on their faces that could only mean trouble.
Curling her toe around the top of the small ladder she tried to look relaxed as they came closer, their eyes gleaming in the fading light. She did not like this at all, and never wavered her gaze from them, ready to move if need be. It was needed indeed as they suddenly came at her, the father holding back and watching. With a flick of her shoe, she launched the ladder at the first, catching it as it rebounded off him and swinging it at the next. Soon her hands and body were moving but she did not know what she was doing, only that she was winning for the moment. Then suddenly the ladder was gone and one man was upon her, pinning her arms and dragging her away from the building. She screamed and hoped that someone through the open door of the station would hear her, but no one came. He clapped a hand over her mouth and hauled her to another building not far away.
It was a Mormon church building, one that she went to every Sunday and she could see that there were people there. Two girls were sitting outside it and she recognized them as Heather and Jenn, her good friends. They watched with horror as she was dragged inside and followed, trying to pry her loose but only getting torn away by the other two men. They were all taken inside of a classroom where Laura was pushed against the wall and the other two girls were set on the floor with weapons pointed at them. The four men began to confer with each other quietly on what to do and Laura looked at Heather and Jen wishing she could free them somehow. She then noticed that Heather was mouthing something to her and gesturing with her eyes towards the door. She was telling her to run and Laura shook her head with tears in her eyes at the thought of leaving them behind to the evil men. Heather gestured again and the look in her eyes was strong enough to finally urge her to spring for the door and run.
She heard a shout as one of the men noticed and two of them ran out to catch up to her. She searched the hallways as she ran, looking for a way out without them following and came to a line of doors leading upstairs. She turned as they caught up and slammed her fist into the face of one and kicked the other in the stomach before bursting through one of the doors and climbing up to a door that led to the roof. Climbing out, she could just barely catch the sunlight as it was nearly gone. But it was enough to see that the roof was rotting and old enough to break with one wrong step. Hoping to reach the tree at the end of the building she traversed on and tried to hurry to it before they figured out where she was going. As the shadows crept in she missed sight of a rotten spot and screamed as it gave way beneath her. A wooden shingle splintered, a piece of it lodging itself into her right thigh as she fell through, landing in the arms of one of the men that had been waiting for her. He leered down at her with victory and examined her leg to see how hurt she was.
After a once over he carried her to a waiting van, proclaiming that they were bringing her friends with them to keep her behaving to their liking. She briefly saw them inside as she was lain down on the back bench of the van. They drove to a hospital where the man that had caught her took her inside while the others waited. Everyone rushed around her and put them in a room where a doctor would come to see her. Her captor made up a story to them and once they were alone warned her to be quiet and act like she loved him. She looked at him in disgust but clamped her mouth shut as the doctor walked in and looked at her leg. She turned her upper body and held onto the man as if hugging him as the wooden shards were removed one by one, the pain shooting through her body. He stroked her hair comfortingly and kissed the top of her head, making her shudder. The doctor apologized for pulling too hard and did not even notice that she loathed the man that was holding her so tightly.
January 17th, 2006
Laura stood behind the building where she worked, leaning against the cinder-block wall with one leg lazily perched on a metal step stool. Someone had put it out there at one time for something, but for what she had no idea. But it was there just the same. Her police car was parked in front of her waiting for the next call to whisk her away to. It was getting on to evening and the sky was getting grayer by the minute as she stood there, taking in her surroundings. Just a back street edged with a low brick wall and a large dumpster in need of being emptied. She could almost smell it from where she was and she let her nose cringe up in distaste. That was when she noticed them to her right. Three young men all looking very much alike to be discerned as brothers to a stranger were followed by an older man she assumed to be their father. They were approaching with a look on their faces that could only mean trouble.
Curling her toe around the top of the small ladder she tried to look relaxed as they came closer, their eyes gleaming in the fading light. She did not like this at all, and never wavered her gaze from them, ready to move if need be. It was needed indeed as they suddenly came at her, the father holding back and watching. With a flick of her shoe, she launched the ladder at the first, catching it as it rebounded off him and swinging it at the next. Soon her hands and body were moving but she did not know what she was doing, only that she was winning for the moment. Then suddenly the ladder was gone and one man was upon her, pinning her arms and dragging her away from the building. She screamed and hoped that someone through the open door of the station would hear her, but no one came. He clapped a hand over her mouth and hauled her to another building not far away.
It was a Mormon church building, one that she went to every Sunday and she could see that there were people there. Two girls were sitting outside it and she recognized them as Heather and Jenn, her good friends. They watched with horror as she was dragged inside and followed, trying to pry her loose but only getting torn away by the other two men. They were all taken inside of a classroom where Laura was pushed against the wall and the other two girls were set on the floor with weapons pointed at them. The four men began to confer with each other quietly on what to do and Laura looked at Heather and Jen wishing she could free them somehow. She then noticed that Heather was mouthing something to her and gesturing with her eyes towards the door. She was telling her to run and Laura shook her head with tears in her eyes at the thought of leaving them behind to the evil men. Heather gestured again and the look in her eyes was strong enough to finally urge her to spring for the door and run.
She heard a shout as one of the men noticed and two of them ran out to catch up to her. She searched the hallways as she ran, looking for a way out without them following and came to a line of doors leading upstairs. She turned as they caught up and slammed her fist into the face of one and kicked the other in the stomach before bursting through one of the doors and climbing up to a door that led to the roof. Climbing out, she could just barely catch the sunlight as it was nearly gone. But it was enough to see that the roof was rotting and old enough to break with one wrong step. Hoping to reach the tree at the end of the building she traversed on and tried to hurry to it before they figured out where she was going. As the shadows crept in she missed sight of a rotten spot and screamed as it gave way beneath her. A wooden shingle splintered, a piece of it lodging itself into her right thigh as she fell through, landing in the arms of one of the men that had been waiting for her. He leered down at her with victory and examined her leg to see how hurt she was.
After a once over he carried her to a waiting van, proclaiming that they were bringing her friends with them to keep her behaving to their liking. She briefly saw them inside as she was lain down on the back bench of the van. They drove to a hospital where the man that had caught her took her inside while the others waited. Everyone rushed around her and put them in a room where a doctor would come to see her. Her captor made up a story to them and once they were alone warned her to be quiet and act like she loved him. She looked at him in disgust but clamped her mouth shut as the doctor walked in and looked at her leg. She turned her upper body and held onto the man as if hugging him as the wooden shards were removed one by one, the pain shooting through her body. He stroked her hair comfortingly and kissed the top of her head, making her shudder. The doctor apologized for pulling too hard and did not even notice that she loathed the man that was holding her so tightly.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I'm Gonna Beat you into Next Week!
So last night I had a handful of dreams. But the one I remember the most is this one:
I was in this strange house that had a mini beach in it which is where I kind of began. I was there with a few other girls and one guy who was supposed to choose between us all. Well, they were all out among the waves and I eased my way into the water and noticed one girl in particular he was standing with, but he wasn't into her because I think she was already married or something weird like that. So to her dismay he comes over to me and chose me, putting his arms around me while we sat in the waves.
So after that he decides we'll all go on a trip, the other girls just coming as friends which they were all ok with except the one girl that had wanted him to choose her. So we were all packing up and most everyone was outside except me. I finish packing and come out of my room which more resembled a cubicle, but this probably came from reading Dilbert comics that night before bed. Anyway, I come out and she's there and starts laying into me for stealing her man away or whatever, and she starts to try and beat me up while I'm holding my luggage. I dropped it all and would fight back and try to open my cell phone at the same time. I managed to get it open and tried to call him, but I forgot that his phone had been packed up in his bags and he couldn't hear it.
So I manage to make my way to a room while fighting her, and shut myself in, pushing against the door while she tries to bust in. And then suddenly it stops and I was afraid she was trying to lure me out. But then the door opens and one of the girls is there with the guy and I fall into his arms and hold onto him. He reminded me about his phone, but he had felt like he should come back and check to see what was taking so long. I don't know what happened to the girl, though that was the end of the dream anyway. Kind of a fun little adventure, though a little scary and weird. ;) I have no interpretations for it, but if anyone else has their two cents, I wouldn't mind hearing it.
I was in this strange house that had a mini beach in it which is where I kind of began. I was there with a few other girls and one guy who was supposed to choose between us all. Well, they were all out among the waves and I eased my way into the water and noticed one girl in particular he was standing with, but he wasn't into her because I think she was already married or something weird like that. So to her dismay he comes over to me and chose me, putting his arms around me while we sat in the waves.
So after that he decides we'll all go on a trip, the other girls just coming as friends which they were all ok with except the one girl that had wanted him to choose her. So we were all packing up and most everyone was outside except me. I finish packing and come out of my room which more resembled a cubicle, but this probably came from reading Dilbert comics that night before bed. Anyway, I come out and she's there and starts laying into me for stealing her man away or whatever, and she starts to try and beat me up while I'm holding my luggage. I dropped it all and would fight back and try to open my cell phone at the same time. I managed to get it open and tried to call him, but I forgot that his phone had been packed up in his bags and he couldn't hear it.
So I manage to make my way to a room while fighting her, and shut myself in, pushing against the door while she tries to bust in. And then suddenly it stops and I was afraid she was trying to lure me out. But then the door opens and one of the girls is there with the guy and I fall into his arms and hold onto him. He reminded me about his phone, but he had felt like he should come back and check to see what was taking so long. I don't know what happened to the girl, though that was the end of the dream anyway. Kind of a fun little adventure, though a little scary and weird. ;) I have no interpretations for it, but if anyone else has their two cents, I wouldn't mind hearing it.
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