April 4, 2009

TONS of dreams last night. I mean really...damn.

A friend, Arielle, was in one last night, ha ha. It was about me not being able to sleep, I was so afraid that I would disturb others by snoring or something that I just couldn't let myself. I kept trying to go places where no one was, but that seemed impossible.

I also had one a weird one, one that I remember bits of...a guy named Benjamin (Ben.) I knew him in the dream for a few years, there was something that he did or something that he was getting into trouble for. I was trying to explain the situation to people. Explain why he did what he did. At some point I left the class (yes, it was in a classroom-like yet work-like atmosphere) and ended up at a beach of some sort. I was trying to do something, get something, something that would help?? I just dropped into the dirt out of exhaustion from trying though. A woman (someone from work training?) was trying to help me up, I said I had to finish.

There was another one involving hiding from something or someone. Me and two other girls. There was something evil/bad/scary in this deserted lot. I had opened a door and pulled on this rope to see if someone was in there...in the darkness. Someone was. It was a female I think. I shut the door as soon as I realized she/it was in there, and discovered that there was a lock at the bottom of the door. I locked her/it in. Me and the other girls ran.

Another one...I was in my parents' house. My Dad and my sister were in my dream but my Mom was nowhere to be seen. I was in the bathroom and I looked in the mirror and there were plant leaves that were growing in my mouth...they were planted at the roof of my mouth. It surprised me how many were in there and that I was even able to breathe. I kept pulling at the stems, trying to make sure I got them by the roots. There were so many leaves. One said "I love you Grandma" on it. I kept thinking I had them all, left the bathroom, had contact with my sister or my Dad and then just ended up realizing there were more. At one point my sister had posted a note in the breakfast room...a large note that was more like a banner. She had just seen the movie Carrie and was asking about the character's red hair (which actually isn't the case in the movie but in the dream it was.) She was asking how the director must have felt using someone with red hair when Carrie didn't really have red hair. I explained that the movie was a work of fiction and that Carrie's character wasn't based on anyone real. My Dad disagreed and said that it was based on someone in real life. He said a name but I don't remember it. I said that I would look it up online but that I disagreed. I went back to the bathroom and realized there were a few more stems of leaves to be pulled. My Dad was walking down the hallway so I thought I should show him, I tried to get him to come in but he was headed towards my room, telling me he needed to do something real quick first. I remembered in the dream that the plants probably came from this store I went to with an old co-worker from Memphis.

Another one. It kept jumping from a movie to reality. It took place in the 70s I think. There was a poor African-American family trying to afford a place to live. A father and his 2 sons. The apartment they wanted was small, very small, but cost so much for them. There was a list of other people trying to afford these properties...all small, all inexpensive to some but sooo much to them. I remember looking at the credits, trying to figure something out...

Last one I remember. I was at my office in Boston, although someone from my office in Memphis was there, Kathy. (Kathy was VERY intimidating to me for several reasons in Memphis...not sure if calling her a bully is fair to her.) Anyway, so I had a dream that I was supposed to take care of something, but I didn't know I was supposed to. My boss said that Kathy had told me how to do it and that I needed to do it. I explained that Kathy had not told me anything and that if she had I would have done it. I grabbed the work and stormed off to my cubicle and got it done, Kathy just looked like she was having fun watching me.

March 29th, 2009

I am not sure when one dream ends and the next begins to be honest, so yeah...this might be hard to follow. It might also be gruesome to some...

I remember I was in an office building or something. Someone who I was related to was living in the officer building (where there were therapists and such) but didn't tell anyone he was living there. He also was seeing a therapist. Some other guy was showing me around and telling me to not snoop.

Somehow my legs were messed up. I don't remember but I think I had fallen. I had deep wounds but didn't go to the doctor about them. They kept bleeding. Globs came out of one of the wounds. My mom sewed my toe up (stitches) and told me I should have gone to the doctor and now it is my fault. Every time I would move more than a little the wounds would start bleeding again. One of the globs that came out of one of the wounds had a large blue striped stone in it.

I was a girl/woman (not myself) who was trying to piece things together about my childhood. I knew something happened because I wrote about it and found it, but I had no idea what it was. I kept having bad dreams. I was a little girl and had one, these 2 women laid down in bed with me. One of them went further.

The rest are very scattered pieces...

- a shower that had a mix of blood and urine, I was with friends (not sure it was me though) and they turned the shower on to wash things away from the shower.

- a woman was attacked

- I was with a group of rather wealthy people, we went to one bar where "everyone" went to, felt uncomfortable, something happened, ended up going to another bar that felt better.

- Something with 2 gay women. They were a couple. One of them was naked and showing me how much thinner she was than me.

Yeah....I know I am nuts.

March 24, 2009

Last night/this morning I had 2 dreams that I remember...one being much shorter than the other.

Dream 1
School? College. We were going to perform. It was a big deal. The president?? Something made me leave. I don’t remember what. Everyone was very angry that I left and disappeared for a little while and said I ruined it. When I got back they were taking pictures for a calendar. Karate positions? Candice was my friend apparently (I had looked at pictures of her on Facebook before I went to bed.) I missed the shooting. Zoom to me and Candice at the Mall. We were looking at calendars. There was one that features pictures from our college and we thought maybe it was ours (somehow I was going to be in it.) We both bought one. We passed a card shop and one of the security people from the performance stopped us. He wanted to talk about the performance and I sort of snapped at him saying I have heard from so many people that it is my fault and that I am sorry. He said not to worry, that the President had a meeting anyway so it wasn’t going to happen and that everyone who was there knew that. I said that I was being beaten up for disappearing, that no one told me that it was cancelled anyway. Candice and I were going to be late. We decided to go ahead and look at the calendar so we stood in a restaurant area (we were in the way) and opened it up and looked at the pictures. It was a different calendar, one showing pictures of the campus. The pictures weren’t really that great. It made us worry about how our calendar was going to look.

Dream2
I was just falling asleep and I could hear my Mom come in my apartment. She was trying to come over to me quietly but she kept stepping on the things in the floor on the way. I was trying to wake up to see what she wanted, I was moving in slow motion, unable to really move.

3/17/20009

It's been a while. I have had some dreams but most of them are pretty self-explanatory so I don't post them. Others I forget to write down and then *poof* they are gone.

I had 3 dreams last night...not sure of the order.


Dream 1
Me and a friend were watching a special on TV about this guy who broke his pinky toes on both feet on purpose. He mainly sat but he would get up and walk around to see various people who had traveled to see him. He had some sort of religious aspect to his reasons of breaking his toes but I cannot remember...and to be honest, at one point it looked more like his toes were cut off and then sewn back on but I think primarily they were "broken" on purpose...

Anyway...I went to see him in whatever country he was in (Middle Eastern?) and I ended up deciding to have mine done as well. It ended up making my feet look extremely odd...and it was more like I had 6 toes with 2 broken and 4 that were spread out. I remember trying to walk, it did hurt, my toes hurt but at the same time they were numb. I was trying to show people that I could still hold my balance but I would kind of lose it at one point and I blamed it on my breasts making my weight uneven, ha ha.

Now I have to add that I am pretty sure I had this dream because I do have some sort of issue with my pinky toes...they are sort of numb and I don't know why...so apparently that was bothering me, ha ha.


Dream 2
A friend (that I am not really that close to) and I were staying at some weird old house. There was apparently rumors that it was haunted and the home owners and my friend believed that it was but I figured that while some places are truly haunted, the happenings at this place were just circumstancial and were not a "ghost" at all.


Dream 3
I just remembered this dream! Yay!
At one point it was kids sitting at a cafeteria table with lunch trays...some of the kids at this one table (the boys) were trying to see who could make the loudest noise by slamming their trays down on the table. One kid said that he could easily win...and for some odd reason everyone knew it was true...that this kid had some sort of ability or something. Anyway, he slams his tray down and it makes the loudest sound imaginable. The dream flashes to me and some weird house...the boom caused by the tray has let loose spiders and bugs...they are seeping out of a closet crawling towards me. I am not afraid of bugs or anything (except for wasps and hornets) but in the dream I apparently know that these will cause major damage. I start stepping on the spiders and bugs, trying to stop them. A guy is in the house with me and he is armed with a gun, he too is trying to stop the insects. At one point a LARGE stink bug is on the recliner. I warn him that it is a stink bug and that by hitting it he is going to cause a horrendous odor, but he hits it anyway and a repulsive smell emits.

That is all I remember folks...

February 24th, 2009

I am afraid this newest entry won't be as detailed or strange as the others have been. But hey, at least it is an update. For a few days I either had such bizarre dreams that I couldn't even begin to write about them or my sleep was so disrupted that I couldn't remember them at all if I had any.

Anyway, to the point at hand...

Last night I had a dream that was work-related.

I remember being in a classroom-like setting with "co-workers." I put that in quotes because my ex-boyfriend from Middle School was sitting in front of me! I haven't seen or heard from him since 8th grade (thankfully.) Anyway, the other people in the classroom I didn't really see, other than the "teacher" who was my supervisor.

I was trying to prove that I knew my job and that I was doing it correctly. I was spouting off this number that means something to my job but I am not going to bore you with all of that. Anyway, my supervisor kept insisting I was getting it wrong, and I kept insisting I was right, my ex-boyfriend looking back at me laughing. Then to my horror I realized I WAS wrong, I had inverted 2 of the numbers! I admitted my mistake, and was so terribly embarrassed. The "class" was laughing at me and I woke up.

I know, not quite as interesting as the others I have posted but oh well, I dream what I dream, ha ha.

Hmm

Well, I had plenty of dreams that I could write about, but I am not going to do that. You might be wondering why and there are a few a reasons. One being that the TV made a difference in what I dreamed, another being the dreams were so bizarre and I know it isn't my subconscious telling me things or of it is, it is telling me that I am on crack, ha ha. But seriously, I slept too much, had the TV on, had crazy dreams, and now have a massive headache. So yeah, no updates today.

2/20/2009 Dreams

Not sure exactly how many dreams this actually was...2? 3? Also, I am not positive of the timing...at any rate, here goes...

In one, I was in front of the TV, watching something about paint being used on people’s skin that glows, I looked down and my legs mid-calves down were “painted” it was really pretty colors and such and glowed. I thought that I didn’t want it anymore, or maybe just wanted different colors so I peeled off the “paint”. While doing so, I noticed skin that looked loose…..kind of like a claw mark that was needing to be peeled. (In the shape on an actual nail.) I peeled one, finding a toenail underneath. There were 5 more found on that leg as well. I went to get my Mom. She was angry about my peeling off the “paint” telling me that decisions are permanent. (Not sure if she thought it was a tattoo or not.) I showed her the toes that were appearing on my calf after peeling the skin…


I was laying in bed…sensing that something big was happening. I could hear many people outside my room. I heard the door open. People came in (some of my Ohio relatives, an old priest, my Mom, etc.) I said, “What happened? I know it has to do with Grandma so what happened?” Apparently I had known that my Grandma (this is not the Grandma I am close to in real life) had disappeared. She had gone to Florida and disappeared. No one knew if she was ok or had been hurt, killed, or sold into slavery. She is an 82 year old woman who recently lost her husband. Anyway, they told me they didn’t want me to worry until they had some answers. They said that she was back, she wasn’t responding to them. It was like she was “turned off.” They wanted to see if I could get her back to herself. The house I was in was a modification of my grandma’s…her old house. Things were similar but also more modern. Anyway, I went into the living room and say her sitting on the couch. She recognized me right away and was happy to see me. She started talking to me. I asked where she had gone. She started telling me about what happened when she ran away to Florida. Apparently she used the name Leslie while there. In the dream we shared a close bond. I had known she would be back and would be ok. (Sister and Dad weren’t there.)

Either another dream or a connection to one of the others. In a bar. Eating dinner/drinking with large amount of family…only people I recognize was my parents for sure. There was some clear alcohol and some raspberry flavored alcohol. I wanted the raspberry but it was empty (kind of a tap-like thing.) Instead I decided to sip from some of my parents’ clear drink even though I knew I wouldn’t like it…