non-lucid

OMG Last night was loooooong. Well... I *did* sleep for fourteen hours.

First... I was in church. I had something to confess apparently.

Babe's

Next thing I know, I'm at the local lesbian bar, which I haven't been to in a year. Audrey was working there again, even though I haven't seen her in about six months, either, and she now works at Richbrau. I was sitting at a table and I asked Andrea what she wanted and she said nothing and I asked Jen what she wanted and she said to get her some fries. I go to the bar and ask Audrey for some fries and she has them all ready for me... sort of... she hands me like a flat wire basket that was separated into different sections that was only about half-full of french fries. I didn't question it and she was really happy to give me what I asked for. So I brought them back to the table, but Jen and Andrea were already paying their tabs. I noticed that Andrea's tab was for 2 Chai Lattes and was $6. I don't recall her ever drinking them.

College Campus Sorority Girls

Now I'm walking around a school campus. It was kind of a mix between ODU and William and Mary. There were sidewalks winding through some nice trees and there were students hanging out in little groups and I noticed a really cool looking tree with a pink boombox in its branches. I walked past it but was kind of confused as to why that was there. I was on my way to class when this girl called my name and asked me to come meet someone. It turns out that she was rushing my sorority and we turned her down. She introduced me to some other girl and then all of a sudden there was another group of girls next to us and both groups of girls started doing some sorority song or cheer or something. The girl that called me over and all the other girls in the group I was standing in shouted, "Alpha Phi Omega Pi!!!!" And there is no sorority in existence that had four greek letters. In my dream this didn't bother me. So I excused myself and said I had to get to class. This girl followed me and I get into this house where my class was supposed to be. We were in a stairway and she was behind me and I turned to her and I asked her if she wanted to know why we didn't pick her to pledge our sorority. She just kind of looked interested. I said, "It's because you're too sweet. This sorority is filled with badass bitches. We just didn't think it was a good fit." And she said, "that's why I rushed. I thought I could balance it out." She asked for my phone number so we could hang out anyway and she started to write it on her hand. The pen stopped working and she asked me for the last two numbers like four times. She finally got to write it down.

Room 524

I walked up the stairs to find that the door to the class was open and there was a teacher's desk and a fourposter bed and desks that students were sitting in. There were a lot of people in the hallway, mostly girls who were wearing different greek letters. We were all waiting for this class to end so we could go in. Then the teacher yelled out into the hallway that we could come in and pick up our tests. I was confused because I thought this was the first day of class. Someone told me that they didn't think I could start in the middle of the semester. I looked at the number above the door and I knew I was supposed to be in room 524 which is where I was.

I left the room and walked down the hallway and saw Todd P. walking into another room. I followed him in and said, "Todd, is that you?" He turned around and gave me a big hug and at the same time we both said, "I haven't seen you in forever!!" I asked him how his mom was doing and he said, "she's fine, and my dad is celebrating two years of I don't know what. Everyone can come over and sell their pot." Which I found interesting. Then in the room on a tv there was a video playing of a weiner dog in a slinky.

House Fire and Flood

Next thing I know I'm at my parents house. I'm in the kitchen and I walk into the living room to find that Andrea's couch is there now and the end of it is facing the fireplace and the other couch is against the wall. How everything fit in there and I still had room to walk was amazing. I look at her couch and behind it I notice that some stuff from the fireplace had jumped out and was now burning her couch!! I ran to the kitchen to get some water to put in a glass to put the fire out. The fire was burning along the hearth on the carpet and it was also underneath the couch. I could see it glowing through the couch cushions. So I kept going back and forth from the kitchen to the living room with glasses of water trying to put out the fire. Then my mom and dad come downstairs and I'm freaking out telling them the house is on fire!! They sit on the couch like it's no big deal. I asked my mom to help me and asked my dad if he called 911 yet. He said no so I grabbed the phone and walked past him to go to my room upstairs. On the way past him I whacked him in the face with a newspaper and said, "That's what you get for leaving the fire going and going to bed!!" So I went to my room to call 911 and find out that it's my sister taking the call. I look out my bedroom window to see that next door we now have apartment buildings. And everything is flooded up to the second level of them. I looked out the other window and at the entrance to the neighborhood is all this construction. And big tour busses and ambulances are flying out of the neighborhood ignoring the stop signs. I was concerned that they were going to cause an accident and also that with all this going on, how could the firetrucks get in??

Next thing I know, I'm outside in the flood. Forget about my parents inside, they probably drowned anyway. There are lots of school busses outside underwater with kids in them. I'm underwater now trying to swim to the surface. I get to the surface and I'm on top of a school bus that is now on its side floating in the water and I can see all the kids inside. I walk to the front where the driver is and then the bus lifts out of the water and is flying now. It is a helicopter-bus and I'm hanging on the the driver's window yelling inside that "you better not drop me!!" because if I fall I will fall through the helicopter's propellers. I fell off the bus and woke up and immediately wrote all this down so I'd remember. This was the first time that I didn't just try to remember in the morning when I woke up. This was at about 430am.

Gerbil Theater

Now I'm in a theater and there's a stage production going on. It looks pretty boring, so I turn to leave. On my way out I see Stephanie so I walk back inside with her and have a seat. In my shirt I have smuggled in a hamster. I take him out to show Stephanie and then they guys nest to us take out their puppy. And to the right of us down the row someone has a rabbit and someone else has another animal further down the row. I glance up at the stage and it's now a movie. There are gerbils in a fire. There's just like a boyscout fire pit with tree branches and rocks around the outside to contain it. These gerbils are in the fire and it is not burning them. So this rabbit comes over to my seat and the girl down the row asks for him back so I go to pass the rabbit to her and the rabbit goes between the seats and comes out the other side. I take my hamster and leave the theater.

Now I don't have my hamster anymore, I have a puppy. I'm walking the puppy in a courtyard and it's really nice weather outside. Andrea's with me. We encounter this lady walking her dog around a corner. The leashes get tangled up and when we untangle them, she asks Andrea what she should use to straighten her hair. Typical. Andrea knows everything about all the beauty products. The puppy gets away and I chase after him. He ends up in an elevator so I dive into the elevator before the doors can close and scoop the puppy up into my arms. I'm trying to remember what floor I was on so I can get back to Andrea.

I also recall my dad being really mad at me for something and he slapped me. Oh yeah... I was at the mailbox mailing some packages and the mail lady came by and said that one of them had to go UPS. I looked on the side of the box and sure enough it said UPPS, not USPS. So I went in and told my dad and he got mad and slapped me. That bastard.

Vampires Trying to Kill Me

Occasionally I have dreams where I'm being chased and someone's out to get me. I never know in my dream who it is, just that they're after me. So I'm in this house that's like three stories high. I remember I keep trying to get out of the windows to get on the roof. In other dreams, once I'd get to the roof of a house, I'd usually fly places, non-lucid. I open the window, push out the screen and crawl out the window. Then it's like groundhog day and I'm back in the house again looking for another window to get out of. I think I managed to get out of all the windows in the house at least once each. I turned around at one point and a vampire was trying to pull me back into the window. Makes sense. Andrea has been reading the Twilight series, so I suppose vamps have been on my mind.

Last night the only thing I remember is something about looking something up on what seemed to be an online forum. All I recall is a page about Villas... there were names of cities or villages that were not in the United States... they were up for adoption. There was a picture at the top of the page that looked like the Taj Mahal.

Even though that's all I remember, I'm not stressing. The neighbor's dog was barking all night and it kept me up. It didn't dawn on me that I needed to turn on the fan to drown out the sound until it was almost six thirty. I just know that tonight I have to make sure the fan is on.

The Amazing Christmas Lights

I was driving down the street leaving my parents' house when I look up and notice there is a tree that's about 400 feet tall with Christmas lights all over it. They're LED lights, not just your normal old school lights. I know this because I drove into the neighborhood and found what street it was on. All down the street there were more trees like that one, just not as large. I must have gotten out of the car somewhere along the way because the next thing I know I'm in someone's backyard on their deck overlooking a lake sitting in a chair talking to them telling them about the lights. Then I look up in the sky and there is a beautiful fireworks display. I told the people I was with to look out on the lake to see the reflection of all the fireworks.

The Lucid Beach

I was at the beach looking out into the ocean. There were people there in the water and I see sharks coming. I thought to myself that's unsafe. So I changed the sharks into dolphins. The waves were crashing and the dolphins were jumping in and out of the waves. I raised my hands above my head and the waves grew really tall! I put my hands down and it wasn't like my other beach dreams where they get out of control when they crash. They just kind of shrank back down to normal. I raised my arms again with emphasis this time and the wave grew as high as the sun was up in the sky. I put my arms back down and the waves went back down again. That's when it hit me... I'm making this happen... I'm dreaming this!!

So I thought of everything I had read on DV and tried to stay calm. The first thing I did was rub my hands together. I could actually feel myself rubbing my hands together. It was bizarre. Such a different feeling than anything I had dreamed before. I had never felt something like that. I looked around and I was still on the beach, it looked a little bit more stable and a bit more clear. I really felt like I was standing on the beach. I wanted it to feel even more real, so I said, "Clarity now!!" Never before in a dream had I felt and heard myself say something. I just kind of felt dialogue, but this felt like I was awake hearing myself say something. But, it didn't make anything that much more clear. I think I was too excited about how it felt to be lucid. I remembered one more thing I wanted to do. I tried to spin. I closed my eyes and thought not about being somewhere else particularly, but just not being on the beach anymore. The first thing I came up with was kind of a construction site, but I didn't want to be there, so I tried to spin again and I ended up back at the beach. It was then that I lost lucidity. I think I was either too excited that it was actually working or frustrated that I ended up back at the beach. I probably should have just stayed there anyway. I can't wait to try again!!

I just remembered.... I felt at some point like I had woken up and Andrea came into the bedroom from the living room where she said she was looking up recipes. I was sleeping at the bottom of the bed instead of at the top. When I actually woke up I asked her if I said anything in my sleep and she said she didn't hear anything and I was never at the bottom of the bed. I wonder if that's a false awakening. I'm going to read about that now.

Matt's Kangaroo Destroys the House

I have no idea what house I'm in but there are a couple of dogs running around and someone says that we should let Matt's kangaroos out. So I look and in the closet is a kangaroo. There is another on in kind of a dog crate, but with a particle board door on the front. They're not full grown kangaroos. One of them is really sweet and gentle and the other one is jumping around like an asshole knocking shit over and fucking the house up. I'm mad about this.

Express is not What it Used to Be

I walk into an Express store that I feel like I've worked at before in another dream. I walk straight up to the counter and talk to Frank who is the manager according to his nametag. On the opposite side of the counter is The Skank. I have no idea why she was there, but I think she was just a customer. It was questionable. I saw her at the grocery store during the day, I think that's why she was in my dream. So I'm talking to Frank, asking him when I can do some volunteer work there. He yelled to another girl who was working there when her next volunteer shift was and she didn't say when, but that she was making fifty cents an hour when she was doing her volunteer work.

Next thing I know, I'm actually working there. I think I just left the counter and started helping some guys pick out some sweaters. I asked someone on their way out if they got everything they needed and they said they got the shoes they wanted and thank you very much. I walked around the store and saw maybe eight or ten tables lined up. Each table had a different style of pants on it. There was only enough room for each table to hold one stack of pants. The tables were pine and oval like a kitchen table. I found this very odd and wondered what happened to the other tables we used to have. They were a lot nicer. So I asked someone else who was working there, "What happened to the square mahogany tables we used to have?" And I just got a blank stare. I found another girl to talk to and I asked her, "is the dry erase board with all the numbers from around the district still there?" She nodded yes. Then I turned to look at this display against the wall. It was a ton of glass cubes each holding I think shoes? But they were nasty dirty. So I grabbed some Windex and paper towels and started cleaning them. Then I kind of just dropped what I was doing to help someone in the fitting rooms and one guy came out in a striped dress shirt and I told him, "the size is just right, a large would be too large and a small would be too small!" He seemed very happy about this. Then a guy came out of the next fitting room and he looked great, too, and I told him so. No one wanted to get naked for me. Thank God!

Hotel John Marshall and Weed in the Truck

I'm in a truck in the passenger seat next to the guy that works at Quizno's that served me the Chicken Carbonara that gave me food poisoning the day before. We're looking at the Hotel John Marshall that was on the news last night because two limestone panels fell off the facade. Through the windshield I see Angela who works in General Merchandise at work. We're having a discussion about the hotel and that the squatters who live there are going to be shit out of luck when they turn the building into condos. I'm kind of going off about it, like I'm really angry that those squatters are there. So then she gets into the truck with us and the Quizno's guy lights up a joint and passes it to me. I see no problem with smoking with a manager from work. ha!

Army Boot Camp

I'm in fatigues! I'm in a line of like forty other girls and we're in the woods. There are chairs set up in rows, maybe ten chairs to a row, four rows facing one way and four rows facing the other rows. It's some sort of game. So we all sit down. Then the one girl who I guess was in charge leaves and says we have to find something that she kept in her footlocker. (I think she's keeping our shoes or our cell phones.) Like we're in teams of ten and we have a GPS. So my team starts off single file walking against this chain link fence that's to our right and to our left is a steep incline that is like certain death if we fall down. Six girls just take off really fast and it's me and three other girls trying to navigate around this fence. Ok, we get past the place with the steep incline then we turn a corner and it's like jungle. It looks like a rainforest... except... I look up... and there are huge bigger than person sized killer insects in the trees!!!! Ahhhhhh!!! I am now scared to death! These bugs are low in the trees and we have to kind of squat down and walk underneath them. The fence is still to the right of us. I was debating going slow and stealth so that the bugs wouldn't even know I was there or maybe I should run so that I could just get it over with. I start out slow and then get so freaked out because I brushed the underside of one of the bugs!!! I can't help but run now! I get past all the bugs and do the 'ew get them off of me' dance. I have no idea where the other girls went.

I had food poisoning yesterday!!! Bad Quizno's!!! I was up and down all night. I only remember two snippetts of dreams:

Movie Theater

Andrea and I were at a movie theater. The movie hadn't started yet and the lights were still on. We went to the left hand side of the theater near the back. We didn't sit down but just kind of stood there looking at the people coming in. I turned to A and said, "watch this." I looked at this kinda frumpy looking woman in the middle of the theater who was looking at us and I telepathically told her to take her clothes off. She wasn't paying attention to me and turned and walked away. Then this guy walks into the same row as her and looked directly at us. He was wearing tye-dye scrubs. He stuck his hand into his pants and then his wang came out of his fly like he was wearing boxers. There was something dripping from the tip of it like he was coming, but then it kept going into and out of his penis. I looked at Andrea and said, "This is so weird, it must be a dream." So I was lucid for about a minute tops then I lost it because my stomach hurt and I had to get up and go to the bathroom.

Auntie Lillie's House

Somehow I was in Chicago. I was driving but it didn't feel like driving. Every time I dream about driving it's not like I'm in a car because I don't look at the dashboard at like the speedometer or the interior of the car at all. I pulled up to what I think is a museum. I ran up the marble steps to this huge building and then maybe I realized that I shouldn't be there, or I had something else to do, but this building was not where I was supposed to be.

I get back to the car and drive about one block to what is now my aunt's street. Parked outside is Andrea's car. I almost passed it up, so I threw it in reverse and backed up and parked a couple of spaces behind her. She got out of the car and said, "I didn't want to just go in without you. I didn't know if this was the place because it looks kinda shady." So we walked up the steps to the porch to the door and my aunt opened the door. This house is the same house that was my aunt's house from a dream I had a while ago, but it's not at all like her actual house IRL. Two pug dogs ran out and she scooted them back inside the house. I lose Andrea and walk into the kitchen which is now looking like my grandma's kitchen. At the kitchen table sitting around having a conversation are my grandma and her two sisters. Auntie Lillie is the only one who is still alive today. My grandma was telling a story about something and my Auntie Sophie interrupted and started talking about something completely different. Andrea walks through the doorway and almost steps in a pile of dog poo. Then a dog runs up and starts eating it. It sounds crunchy.

Spin magazine and the CDs within

I'm at Danielle's new house. For some reason there is a stack of Spin magazines on the floor. I open them up and find that each one has a cd inside. I pop them into the computer one by one and rip the music onto the hard drive. I can't get them to play back right. There was a lot more to this, but I can't remember. I slept so badly last night, I woke up almost hourly.

The Beach and the Flying MinPin

Andrea, Danielle, and I are at the beach. I have a miniature pincher and I'm holding him up in the air and pretending he's an airplane because he's just that cute!!! He fits into the two palms of my hands!!!

12/28/2009 Saturday night/ Sunday morning

I'm at school. I know I'm in college for some reason. I'm at work, but on a break. I'm in a building looking at different art exhibits. It's student art and I'm looking at students actually painting stuff. It's kind of like a science fair. I feel like I was judging these exhibits. I looked at and immediately hated the first thing I saw and I don't even know what the art looked like. It just rubbed me the wrong way. The next exhibit wasn't that good, either. I was talking to the guy who was painting. I went to another room and saw this girl painting and whatever she was doing was spectacular. I just wanted to stay there and talk with her about art like all day. Then the guy who I was just talking to and wasn't impressed with came in. I was kind of upset that he was there. I wanted him to leave.

The house under construction and the bathroom

I'm at a construction site again. I was just here like a couple of days ago!! This time, my dad's in charge. The foreman, I guess. I'm just looking around the inside of this house with the beams up for the doorways and walls, but no sheet rock or anything. I vaguely remember friends being there with me. I went to find a bathroom and the toilet wasn't there. So, as brilliant as I am, I found some toilet paper from who knows where and started unrolling it and putting it on a pile on the floor. I guess the objective was to pee on the pile of toilet paper and then dispose of it?? I got interrupted somehow and ended up walking around to the backyard. It was so weird getting there. It was like the house was underground and to get out I had to go to the uppermost level of the house. When I got there I looked out a window to see a detached garage that... how do I describe this? On a garage door, there are four panels that kind of fold when you use the automatic opener. This one only had two, so it was like half as tall as a normal garage. I wondered if the house was for little people.

The backyard and the Kevin Spacey chase

So I'm in the backyard and it's wooded. There's like a track in a circle to walk around in. I see someone running in the track and it's Kevin Spacey. So now, of course, it makes sense to chase him. So I do and he runs off the track and out of the backyard past the house into the neighborhood, where all the other houses on the block are finished. He trips up as he's running down the driveway. Now it makes sense that he take me into the garage of the next door neighbor's house to show me his penis. He starts taking his shirt off and before he can get to his pants, I notice the door from the inside of the garage to the inside of the house is cracked open a little bit.

The guy on the computer jerking off

Inside the house the door is open a little bit to the kitchen. I see sitting at the table with his back to me the guy that lives there working on a laptop. Kevin Spacey is gone now. The guy on the computer is flipping between playing online poker and looking at porn. He's clearly jerking off. He is jerking off so much that his penis explodes. Not like a fiery explosion, just like poof, in half, and now he has no more penis. Now Andrea's with me at this random house that we're not supposed to be in. The guy leaves and we decide to check out the house. Looking for what I don't know.

Escaping the house

Now we're trying to leave the house and we're back in the garage and we see out a window the guy who lives there coming home with his wife who has the biggest boobs you've ever seen on a woman. And he's got an ice pack between his legs and is walking funny. They're getting out of the car in the driveway. Andrea and I hide under the car that's in the garage. They don't notice us and we go out the side door. Now we're cutting across everyone's front lawns going I don't know, maybe home? Now we have four Rubbermaid bins that go under the bed, two green, two red, and we're sliding them across the lawns. I look back and Andrea is asking me where her sister is. I told her she's still at the house and she tells me that I better call her or text her and tell her to get out of there because the people are home. So I try to text her on my phone but who knows what I said to her because all of a sudden I forget how to make intelligible words.

Last night was not the best night, either. I started to get a headache around the time I went to bed.

First I was a nurse or an orderly in a hospital and there were a bunch of us pushing patients on beds to one part of the hospital. Only half of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling were working and there were some emergency lights that were on and just a steady blue light. The woman I was pushing kept having not really heart attacks, but just like passing out and coming back.

Then I was on a path in a wooded area but when I looked down, I could tell that there had been traffic on this path like cars maybe because there were not really grooves in the path, but flat dirt tracks and grassy tracks. Then a boy, maybe a teenager, in a dress-ish outfit, but with a cord around his waist like a monk or something... maybe he tagged me, or took something from me, or maybe he just startled me, but I started chasing him. He ran into an apartment or maybe a townhouse and I chased him inside and shut the door so he couldn't get out and I could find him in there because he obviously had enough time to hide in that ten seconds it took me to get to the door. ha!

I go in and look around and there's a breakfast bar at the kitchen area. Up pops my ex boyfriend Mike and he's got Taco Bell. He says I can have two tacos. Random!!!

Now I'm in a jewelry store and I think I have to make a payment for something I have on layaway. I go to the lady at the counter and I have to write her a check. I have to write my address on something and she hands me a pair of earrings... to write with... so I use the back of the earring and it is... so... hard... to write like that!!! I do remember writing out my whole address and nothing changed from when I looked up at the lady behind the counter and when I looked back at what I was writing.

Christmas night sucked. I was at my parents' house. I woke up at five in the morning to the sound of what I thought was a burglar breaking into the house with a drill, but no, it was only my dad grinding coffee beans.

I dreamed that I was working at a restaurant. I was like four hours early, but they still let me work. I was just kind of sitting at a table waiting for something to do and then I get up and decide to get people's drink orders. I waited on this one real nice older lady and decided to sit and chat with her. Then I had to get up because I think my boss was looking for me and I didn't want to get into trouble. When I came back, her daughter was sitting down to have lunch with her. She was not bad looking. Yeah, I found her attractive. So, I sat back down in between both of them. (It was a round table, not like a booth.) I could feel the daughter playing footsie with me under the table!! I opened my menu and I could hear the mom whispering to the daughter about how nice I was and that she should ask me to go out and I remember thinking, wow, what would Andrea think?!?

Sleepy Andrew and the sandwiches of the week.

I was at my neighbor Andrew's house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I haven't been to his house since we were in middle school. We were in his room just hanging out and I noticed he had two dressers. On top of one of them was a tv. Over to the left, there was a posterboard with names of sandwiches in a grid. Each column represented a day of the week. I was looking at it trying to figure out a pattern and just when I think I have it figured out, I turned back around to find another tv had materialized on the second dresser. I look to see where Andrew went and he's passed out on top of his bed face down with all of his clothes on. I walked up to him and started taking off his shoes so that I could tuck him in.

The coffee shop and the sex in the car and the lost pants.

I'm in a coffee shop. It's a wide open space and it's daytime and there are lots of windows to let in the light. In the center of the shop is the cash wrap with the registers and stuff. Against the windows at the front of the store are some coffee makers. I don't think the shop has opened for business yet because there are boxes on the floor that look like they've been delivered recently and there are no tables or anything. A girl comes in... I think she works there with me. She asks me what I want her to do. We go out to her car in the parking lot and start having sex in the passenger seat. Then I think I forgot about something that I really had to do and I shouldn't be having sex with this girl, so I get out of the car without my pants and go back to the coffee shop. I realize once I get in there that I can't find my pants and I start looking for them. I go into the back room and it turned back into Andrew's room. I finally found my pants and put them on before Andrew could wake up.

The Christmas train ride leading to the 17th century restaraunt with the acid trip.

I'm on a train. I was in a car with a bunch of people and I don't know where we're going. I leave my car and start heading toward the engine. I get to the front of the train and it's more like a bus now with the driver in the front seat and the door to get out to my right. I'm asking the driver where we're going and all of a sudden everyone starts singing the twelve days of Christmas. We stop and I look out the door and we're at a colonial or old Victorian style restaurant. There was a sign on the front but I don't remember what it said. I get off the bus/train and go inside. At this point, even though there are men on the bus/train, inside the restaurant, there are only women. And everyone is in line to go to the bathroom. There are women everywhere in lines to go to different bathrooms. There are doors everywhere. And there are tables with people sitting down eating and stairs leading in all different directions. Well, now I have to go to the bathroom. I found a door where no one was waiting at it. A girl had just left so I go in. In the toilet, I find skid marks and I think on the way out the girl was waving her hand in front of her nose. At this point, I didn't care. I gave the toilet another flush and then I took off all my clothes. I look in the mirror and suddenly I'm tripping on acid. Everything melts. And the colors get so bold and beautiful. I don't even care that I'm not wearing any clothes. I look around and examine every part of the bathroom. Then I find my clothes in a pile on the floor. I put them on and feel like I had just lost my pants and put them back on again. In the pocket of my pants is a strange contraption to smoke weed out of. It has a small rubber hose and a glass tube. It didn't look like anything you'd smoke out of. But somehow I knew that's what you did with it. I stuffed it back into my pocket. I walked out of the bathroom to go find Andrea. Suddenly my acid trip was over. It must have been something about the bathroom.

The Halloween store and the dog theft.

I'm in one of those stores that pop up around Halloween time that have all the costumes and stuff to decorate your house with for Halloween. I'm walking down the center aisle of the store, looking left and right to try to find Andrea. I see a lot of people dressed up trying on costumes, but they've mixed the costumes together. There was a whole group of like four or five people standing around in like Tarzan outfits with clown hair and big goofy glasses. I picked up a pair of glasses and walked toward the checkout and finally found Andrea. She told me to not get the glasses so I put them down and we walked out of the store. On the way out, on the counter I saw a pair of Oakley sunglasses and I picked them up and put them on my head. Also, on the counter was a small like miniature pincher puppy on the counter. He wasn't black, though, he was all brown. I scooped him up and took him out with me. On the way, a girl at the counter asked me if I was going to pay for the sunglasses. I turned around to see that she was talking to someone else. So Andrea and I walk across the parking lot and on the way I look down and we're crossing over like a grassy median and there's a packet of what looks like advil on the ground. I picked it up thinking it might come in handy later, only to find that it's not advil, and I don't know what it really is. We get in the car and I put the dog on the dashboard. Andrea plays with him and we're driving on the way to my parents house. As we get to the intersection of Gaskins and Springfield road, suddenly I'm out of the car walking down Springfield with my mom and the dog. There is no other traffic on the street.

Last night was a disaster! I couldn't sleep AT ALL. I kept tossing and turning. I think it was because I ate so many brownies last night. I can't remember having a single dream. Ok, that's a lie. There was one. There was a huge beanstalk growing around the inside walls of my old high school and there was a guy trapped inside it. That's all I remember though. I had to take Nyquil to finally get to sleep. bad night.

Last night was a real rollercoaster. At first I had a really choppy dream where a lot happened that didn't really go together. Now... I can't remember it. I might later on today. I think maybe everything else that happened after that pushed it out of my memory.

I was trying to register for a class for school in a little office where there were two desks with receptionists. We were looking online at something, then I asked if I could get online for something while the one lady went out to lunch or something. The other lady had a cat on her shoulder, well, a kitten, really. The kitten jumped off her shoulder and onto the floor. That's when I realized that there were kittens all over the room! All different colors. The room was kind of dark. I go to the computer to look up whatever and the mouse was going so slow. It was unbearable. Then there was another monitor under the one I was looking at with something else on it. It was the roster for the class I had just picked out. This girl I didn't like in high school's name was on the list for my class. I remember thinking, oh that's just great.

Now I'm at my parents' house. My sister is there and I'm furious at her. She's wearing my shirt. All these thought are going through my mind: I don't even like her. Why is she wearing my shirt? Why won't she just shut the hell up? What the hell is her problem? She's like a mental patient. (All things I think about her IRL.) So I sit her down at the dining room table to talk about why she's wearing my shirt. And my mom sits at the head of the table to I guess watch. Every time I start to talk, my sister starts to talk back. I'm trying to explain to her that I don't think that it's right that she wear my shirt because I wouldn't just put her clothes on without asking, not that I would even go to her house because I don't like her. SO she keeps interrupting me and I look to my mom for help and she's no help because she almost always sticks up for her. So, I go into the kitchen and grab a pair of scissors. I go to my sister and tell her that if she doesn't take off my shirt, I'm going to cut off her hair. And I hold the scissors up to some of her hair to prove my point. I am frantically yelling at this point as loud as I can yell. And she makes a move finally to take off my shirt and my mom has brought her a tank top to put on instead. Now my dad's in the dining room wondering what all the fuss is about. I think I started yelling at him, too, for being a pothead. I ran up to my room for whatever reason, probably just to get out of the room with all the tension. My dad comes up and into my room and I yell at him for not knocking.

I go back downstairs and I'm getting into a truck with my dad, my sister's ex boyfriend, and almost my mom. My dad's pulling out and I'm telling him he can't leave mom!! So she's running out of the house to get in the truck. She gets into the back seat with me. We're driving now to a neighborhood that is still under construction. My dad pulls the truck up to a house that's semi-built, like it has walls and stuff, but not much else. He starts bringing in these industrial sized paint cans into the garage. Immediately I know they're filled with pot and he's up to something. Then, he pulls away and on the way out of the neighborhood, I see this other house and I guess I can see inside it and there's this boy's body underneath like a pallet that stuff comes on when it's shipped to a store so the forklift can pick it up. I'm wondering why no one else sees this and ask what he's doing there. My sister's ex boyfriend has now turned into my dad's friend Scott and he says that the boy in the house was killed a few days ago. And that was that. I was thinking we need to call someone or do something but no one wants to talk about it.

We went to the bank. On the way back, we park kind of far away from the house we were at. House isn't even the word, this was a neighborhood of huge mansions. SO as we're getting out of the truck, my dad hands me a check and a hundred dollars cash. I'm holding it in my hand as we're walking and this guy comes up behind me, puts a gun to my head, and tells me he's robbing me. He didn't say to give him what I had in my hand, but I was scared to death. Then he comes in front of me and says it was just a joke he plays on mew neighbors. He has a dog with him. Big dog, like a Malamute. He follows us up to the house. My mom, dad, and Scott go in. I'm standing talking to the guy. The dog is trying to get in, but I tell him that we have small dogs in there and big dogs scare them. SO I close the door and we talk outside on the unfinished front of the house. I notice my lips are the most chapped lips could ever be. They feel like paper. I'm telling the guy that I've tried everything to fix this. He asks me how we came to live here, and I told him mom and dad sold their house and thought it was time for a bigger one. I'm thinking I hope he buys this because no one's selling houses in this economy and I have to cover for them or they're busted. SO he nonchalantly tells me that this is his house and he owns like twenty houses in this development. Then a worker from a house across the way comes up and puts ipod headphones on the guy. He excuses himself and goes to talk to a contractor or something. He calls for his dog, and her name is Annabelle.

I take this opportunity to run in the house and tell everyone to get out, the jig is up, it's that guy's house. So everyone comes out and the guy is back. I wish I could remember what he looked like. I think like the James Bond from Casino Royale. Sort of. Now the guy is all friendly, not like he wasn't before, but he's like trying to be friends with us. I really want him to come up in more dreams so I can interact with him more. Maybe he's like the dad I never had or something.

First. I barely remember this. I was outside of my house which I don't think was really my house. I was calling on my cell phone to get help I think. I dialed three different numbers and none of them connected to anyone.

Second. Many parts. I was at a high school. In a gymnasium. I was I guess in gym class, but no one was wearing gym clothes. We were playing tennis. The net wasn't a tennis net... it was a volleyball net. I had my racket and it was very strange trying to serve over this volleyball net. It's ok, though, we were all having some trouble with it. This girl I used to work with, Borderline, was there. (Andrea and I call her "Borderline" because we think she has borderline personality disorder. She's kind of crazy and we suspect she has a crush on me.) She was on my team and was showing me her outfit which consisted of cream colored pants with almost lime green Adidas stripes down the sides and the same color scheme on her shirt, which was covered up by a cream colored sweater. On the other team's side of the net, there was a cd player like mounted into the wall. One that you could see the cd spinning through the glass. For some reason someone on the other team changed cds and put ICP in. I've never been a fan of the Insane Clown Posse, and was kind of upset when they put that cd in. As it was spinning, it was a black cd with a red cow skull that was I guess singing the lyrics or maybe just opening and closing its mouth.

Next thing I know, I'm in the locker room and I'm trying to find Borderline's locker. I had somehow found her combination somewhere and I felt like she was hiding something from me. Her combo that I found was 1-2-20-20. I was confused because I had never come across a combo that had four numbers, let alone any even numbers. I found her locker and some girls were telling me I'd better hurry up before Borderline came in and caught me trying to get into her locker. I was looking at the lock and the red arrow that you line the numbers up with was off center. All the other locks were normal, though. Well, Borderline came in and caught me. She was really mad and I tried to give her a hug to say I'm sorry, but she refused.

Next thing I know, I'm in a classroom and Borderline's there. She has this evil grin on her face like she's up to something. I get this wave of horrible feelings washing over me and I have to get out of there. I feel like something bad is going to happen. Everything turns into slow motion. I get out of my seat and make my way for the door and it takes forever. I run down the hallway to the door that leads out of school and on my way out, still in slow-mo, I have my hand on the door handle and there's an explosion in the school and it blows me out the door and over a tall chain link fence that's situated to the right of the door as you're going out of it. I grab onto the fence and hang there, stuck to it on the opposite side watching the school blow up. Everything was blown up except for the gym and the locker room.

Next thing I know, I'm back in the school trying to get back into the locker room. I guess since the school had just blown up, I needed to get my stuff out of my locker and go home. There's a teacher telling everyone to hurry up and get their stuff out. In order to get back into the locker room, I had to fit myself into a hole that was blown into the wall that was about five feet wide and two feet deep that was about three feet off the ground. I went to look for Borderline's locker again I guess for evidence that it was her that blew up the school. Her locker had moved. There was a note on it that said so. And A had a locker there, too, that was two lockers underneath Borderline's. (This is weird because A and I never went to school together.) I found a piece of paper that had combinations on it and one was 1-2-2, but I don't know whose locker that was for. Someone was talking to me as I'm looking in like every locker I can get into and I see that they have a book titled "Discovering Disasters" or something like that and I wrote down the name of it. SO I'm looking through all these lockers and finding hoodies. All different colors and styles and brands, and I'm thinking that their owners are probably dead, so I should take them. Then I decide not to. I clean out my locker and leave.

I walk out the back of the building and see that there is a building project going on. They are making a playground attached to the back of the gym. I'm distraught about this. There are tons of kids playing on it and I see that it's not safe. This is by far the largest playground that I've ever seen. It's like city blocks big. There are hundreds of kids and I want them all off this playground! I'm running around telling them to get the hell off this playground equipment. There are tubes to crawl through and slides and monkey bars. The tubes start falling apart. One kid was falling out of the tube he was in and I caught him and he just crawled back in the tube. These kids were not getting off this playground equipment come hell or high water. It was like it was life or death to them. And all their parents were sitting in benches talking to each other and acting like nothing was wrong. I see two black guys and they look like they're realizing that they need to help me get these kids off this brokedown playground. SO I crawl up onto this stuff and find a slide and I go down the slide after like six kids and the slide turns into a tube. Then the tube starts constricting. And flattening. One of the guys was following me, and he asked me if my name was my name. And I was like, how does he know my name? So now... I'm stuck in this flat tube. I have my legs sticking out at the bottom, I almost made it out. I'm yelling for someone to grab my feet and pull me out, but they can't move me at all. They call the rescue squad and cut me out of the tube. I get out and I'm still trying to get these kids off this playground. I'm yelling, "I've been in that tube for two hours and you're *still* on this playground?!?!"

Next thing I know, I'm walking down the sidewalk with someone telling him he should watch Family Guy and to pay close attention to Stewie, he's the one whose head is shaped like a football.