dream fragment

I remembered a lucid fragment from the other night. I was standing in front of a topless engineer from Prometheus. I wanted to compare our height difference before making my move. I walked up to him, and I was eye level with his abs. The dream immediately faded. Don't remember how I became lucid, I think it was the really premature start of a DEILD because I remember having just woken up before that dream started and was already lucid. I had also just incubated a scene with the alien.

Getting closer Ophelia! You can do this!!

The one before about me being a mistress. Non lucid. We lived in this beautiful celebrity mansion. The man was a famous black dude, can't remember if it was for movies or sports or what. I was his mistress. The big, beautiful wonderful awesome bedroom belonged to his little blonde wifey (bitch), and he and I just hung out and slept in the entertainment room. Which was a freaking movie theater basically. We were watching something on TV, and I was settled on the floor, while he was on the couch, both of us dozing off, or so I thought. I felt something tap my ear, and it was the guy, fucking with me. I remember thinking that I didn't want to have sex, just like the assistant manager dream from the other night. And another thought that doesn't go here.

Later I went looking for my room. I assumed that's what I was doing. I was misssssserable. But I saw this amazing bedroom. It was so incredibly high up, and had beautiful, opulent furniture. Like the bedroom in the Zeffirelli rendition of Othello and Desdemona's bedroom. It overlooked the sea... like WOW it overlooked the sea. Then the shitfuck blonde came into the room and said it was hers. I was sooooooooooooooooooooo depressed lol. Then a few minutes later I found out she was sleeping with Ted Danson. Some drama later then I woke up.

I remember being so stressed about sofie and ziggy, because of the carpet. I detest carpet.

And then, Aaron dream.. I just, don't want to expand upon this.

And one the other night where I went to a vending machine to get my starving family a single bag of chips, but when I opened the swingy door part, there were bags upon bags of junk food: chips, honey buns, chocolates... the machine had just upchucked way too many, so I grabbed it all.

Last night - I won a talent competition by singing "You and I" by Lady Gaga

Yesterday's nap: I saw my old friend Mary Pratt at a courthouse. She told me she married her brother. And while we were trying to chit-chat, I kept pulling these little pieces of plastic out of my mouth. But I could never get them all out.

I don't really know how to describe this, but all night I had some really strange sleep paralysis. I took a 5 HTP before bed. Then at some point I woke up and thought Danny had said something to me. i seriously heard like, a whole sentence. He said he didn't say anything, so it may have been a FA. Then several times in the night, I thought I could see tiny slivers of red laser light on my bed stand. Kind of like a thorny mass of little thin red lights. And this was accompanied by fear for some reason. I tried to tap Danny on his arm, but I was frozen. It took everything I had to move just enough to lightly give his arm a tap. But I couldn't do anything strong enough to wake him up. This happened a few times more, until I finally woke up completely, staring at my nightstand, at those lights. I blinked, and they vanished, until all that was left was one normal looking red light. I just stared at this light in horror, because there's NOTHING on my nightstand except for a teddy bear, a picture of Danny, and a vase of dead roses. It must have been a bunch of FAs with SP, but that was the most REAL FA I had ever had. WTF were those lights?!?!!?!

Anyway I asked Danny about it this morning at breakfast and he doesn't remember anything about me poking him or before when I asked him if he said anything. Must have all been dreams. But these were different than anything ever before. Me no likey

Also later a dream about me getting my front teeth knocked out partially in a car accident.

I don't know why my recall was so bad last night, I got plenty of sleep. I started today, maybe that's why. I dunno.


- Putting the half-loaves in the slicer backwards.

- Someone from work I think wanted one of my 'healthy' cupcakes that I baked at home. I hated that I had to reveal their hiding spot.

- Chris was over an hour late coming home from school because they had a lock down. The police had to arrest come creepy old guy lurking around near the school, so they only let out the older kids, and kept the younger ones until the cops caught the guy.

Something about Danny, I think he was upset about something.

I had wine and theraflu last night, so I slept like a baby until 6am. Danny said I got up to pee but I don't remember it lol. Good thing I'm potty-trained

Non lucid fragments:

1. Katie had pictures of her from her old job where she owned a bakery that failed miserably. And I told her that the reason she's always kept her weight down was because she was so spastic all the time.
2. Chris and I were putting up xmas decorations all over this town that was covered in snow. Everything was so sparkly and snowflakey and Christmasy and glittery. The tree was the best. It was tall and completely silver. With a star made of diamonds.
3. I had one of those little vacuum things that runs around the floor by itself, cleaning the floor. It looked like a tea kettle. It accidentally sucked up some bacon grease so I had to clean it out. Icky.
4. Something with The Smurfs.

I had 2 Torpedo ales, a bottle of merlot, and 2 benadryl pills last night so I would be guaranteed some sleep.

It worked. Alas, no recall. There was a dream fragment that was from the last few days where I couldn't find a chef coat in the right size.

I swear that dream where Pegasis heard the word ocher and then looked up the definition when he woke up, had some impact on my dream last night.

I don't remember much at all, except some HI just before an incomplete WILD (my alarm interrupted it). I felt like I was floating in space, just before the "big bang". I was there because I was sent there to determine what existed before the universe as we know it. All I could see were these impossibly giant structures, floating around in the prenatal space. They hummed and vibrated, barely audible in the infinite blackness. A voice in my ear said that these were the Sound Auricles (though at the time, I imagined the word Oracles, though both words kinda apply, weird). I understood that they were the first beings ever in existence. And they resembled the convoluted flesh of the human outer ear. But the boundaries were impossible to see, for they faded, and blended into the darkness of outer space. Suddenly, I saw a tiny sliver of light, no larger than a fingernail clipping compared to the Auricles. Then a tiny spark zoomed toward the light, and the same voice told me this spark was a cowboy astronaut (space cowboy? lol), and it collided with the light, causing the Big Bang. As this happened, I felt the usual WILD vibrations, but my alarm interrupted it.

Later I looked up the word Auricle, even though in my head I remembered the word Oracle from my dream. But something made me look up Auricle first, because those things had an outer-ear look to them. Auricle/Oracle. OuterEar/OuterSpace. InnerEar etc.

I don't know what happened to the Sound Auricles after the Big Bang. But I wouldn't mind dreaming about them again.

The End.

Me, my high school band director, and a middle eastern father were in the middle east somewhere, trying to find the guy's daughter. Apparently, there were these middle eastern guys that owned a shop that sold knock-of brand luggage. At the time, if someone in this country had the same first name as a fruit, they had to be punished. Like it was illegal. Or at least, the guys that owned the shop didn't like it. So the man's daughter was named after a fruit, and so were these twin boys. And one other person I believe. So the shop owners kidnapped them, stuffed them in a huge suitcase, and buried it in the sand behind the shop. They were alive though. So me and the dad and Mr Coulson went to go rescue them. The last thing I remember is sitting on a suitcase with Mr Coulson, trying to decide how we were going to do this exactly.

I stayed up too late last night so my recall is kinda poop. I know I had other dreams. Oh yeah, there was the one where we all went to Scarborough Fair, but it was all wrong. The place had been redone, and didn't look Renaissancey anymore. And Danny was suddenly looking more like Carsten, and beeing all whiney because he didn't understand the concept of a ticket will-call booth. The place morphed into the Dallas World Aquarium, and I got delayed messing with some make-up, and ended up at the end of the aquarium going backwards, while the rest of the family was at the start, going forwards. When we met up at one point, we were all wtf.

That's all I remember.

Was at the grocery store and the cashier asked me to sing some opera. I said no because I had a cold. I have one in real life.

Dreamed Daisy was chewing on a bone like a normal dog instead of swallowing the whole thing in one piece like she does in real life.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

I forgot to mention one of the non-lucid dream fragments from 2 nights ago: There was this guy who referred to his penis as his "butt-tooth". We had sex but it was just all wrong wrong wrong.

Last night Josh was there. Been a while. He was helping us save this one tree that had been injured. The tree would even groan like the trees from LOTR when we removed some of the dead branches. We of course left the branches that were showing green under the bark, because we knew those branches were still alive.

Then more of the usual and ridiculous Josh nonsense.

Katie from work and her husband Jeff were going to the movies in separate cars (I bet he would rather do that irl because she's a PSYCHOOOOoooo .. in a bad way). Anyway, she was stupid and didn't know how to get there. I guess she got ahead of him, got lost and frustrated, so she drove diagonally through 3 lanes of traffic to where Jeff was and parked her jeep, face to face, in front of his car. In moving traffic.

I confronted her about it at work the next day, because I had seen the whole fiasco. I was like "Hey Katie, do you drive a brown jeep?" She was like "I don't want to talk about it."

Then I watered all my plants with a water-fertilizer combo that you attach to your hose. Very convenient. While I was doing this, I found a bunch of really tiny shoes. Tiny, like the size of pinto beans. Gnomes?

Hard to describe, but the other night (I'm posting this a day late because I worked a 20 hour weekend and still trying to catch up) I dreamt that I was outside someplace, and this creepy guy moved past me very quickly, then turned and looked at me with this mischievous, yet victorious expression. He said, "You probably didn't feel it, but I just took this razor blade, and cut your urethra. Just a tiny slice around the perimeter of the opening." He was right, I felt no pain whatsoever, but whenever I went to the bathroom and wiped, there would be little traces of blood, as well as spots of blood in my underwear. I remember having to explain to Danny what happened, because the blood was worrying him.