Yesterday I had a power issue in my house so I just was able to say only that but here my dream from yesterday where I needed to pee before I fell asleep but I was so tired I fell asleep anyway. Non-lucid: People are in the beginning stages of turning into zombies I think. That is the close I can figure out but they didn't look like they were injured in anyway but they had become very violent & distant & just plain were acting weird. I was in a nice bar that served food too. Also there is a big park outside. We are stealing food by slipping in through a second entrance through the huge bathroom in the back. This repeats a whole lot. I continuously feel like I need to pee but I just keep going on these trips even though a bathroom is right there over & over. This was a long dream w/ us going through the park & back to the bar like place. (Meesha Cat woke me up so, that was that.) Today my dreams were just to hard to hold on to. I'm just becoming so busy that I'm exhausted but only get small amounts of sleep. Friday we wrapped up helping our son by a car & took it too him at school then we all drove back to our house where we had went to buy a new tv & stand which is our gift to ourselves & for the grand kids so they can now watch Netflix & DVD's w/ it. Most of today will not be much rest either. More preparing for family for Thanksgiving & my poor husband went to work for his second 6 day week w/ crazy overtime.
12-29-2013 -- [This one was very detailed, but not all that exciting. Oh well, I still find it kind of interesting.] I am staying in a big house which I have dreamed of before, which is owned by BAM, and has a strange terrace-like area with bathrooms and a pool on multiple levels. I am being urged to hurry and get ready to go somewhere by a dark-haired teen who is probably 15 or 16, but reminds me of Auggie from Covert Affairs. It seems I have agreed to drive him somewhere and he is in a hurry to get there. He is going to be a little upset with me, because I decide I need to have a shower, first. I start climbing down toward the pool, then back up toward the bathroom, but when I get there, I find that BAM is using the shower, and is just climbing out, and since we are no longer on good terms, I want to get out of there before she sees me and accuses me of spying on her or something. As I try to hurry back the way I came, I bump something, and she hears it, and starts to come after me, so I am hurrying, yet trying to stay out of sight. I manage to make it, and as I get back to my room I decide I will have to forgo the shower, and just start getting dressed. Unfortunately, I am interrupted by another person who comes in. She is a teen girl, and I think she is the boy's sister. She is kind of pudgy, and most reminds me of the daughter from the animated series Wait 'til Your Father Gets Home. She is practically screaming at me, accusing me of eating her Totino's pizzas. I know I haven't eaten any Totino's but my own, so I come to the kitchen to check the freezer. I discover that actually all the frozen pizzas have been eaten, and whoever ate them then took the empty pizza boxes and stuck them back into the freezer to hide the fact that they'd been eaten for a time. I am very annoyed, and explain that I think Scott ate them all, and I am very angry at him for both stealing the food, and for hiding the fact in such a way. [In actuality, Scott is a brand new roommate who just moved in where I am currently living. While I do not yet feel comfortable around him, I do not believe he is stealing any food.] Soon I am dressed, and am walking past the large dinner table, where a bunch of visiting relatives are sitting and chatting. It is an odd cross of BAMs relatives and those of Joe L's family, and as I pass, I give a nod to the kid wanting a ride to follow me. We walk outside, and approach a small red sedan. I have a lot on my mind, and am thinking about a work shift, and without really thinking about it, climb in, start the engine, and drive off, leaving the kid standing there. I realize it a few seconds later, as I find myself driving along a busy tourist strip that seems to probably be Highway 192. I realize what I have done, and make a u-turn to go back for him, just to stop almost immediately because he has been running behind me, and almost managed to keep up. I stop the car and let him get in, then start apologizing profusely. Then there is a time jump, and we are back home, having already finished whatever errand I was taking him on, and perhaps even having finished the work shift I was thinking about. The kid is now spending time with his family, though there may be a small bit about a missing cell phone that gets me thinking about the situation with Scott forgetting his cellular phone at work. I find myself sitting across the street from the house, trying to build a strange model of a roller coaster out of those old orange Hot Wheels tracks. It is supposed to be a short shuttle coaster sort of ride, except it is a small, complete oval, including a loop, though I am having problems making it all fit together right with the coaster station. A woman walks across the street from the house to see me, and she looks like Cindy L, but has the current negative attitude toward me of BAM. Somehow one or both of us is somehow shrink-wrapping a book or something, and I try to give her a serious compliment that just fails to come out well, but we still manage to end on slightly better terms.
09-21-2013 -- [Second dream of the night, shortly after the below this, and at least slightly tied in to it.] Something about mail and packages waiting on the doorstep of the Hickory house, with just a hint of music clubs and CDs in the mail, before walking inside the house. Then somehow I find myself at the Buena Park Mall, visiting a new store that is just opening up. It is huge and fancy, with some absolutely fabulous bargains, but oddly the place seems to have no name, which is certainly odd. Meanwhile, there are some major hints of the water world dream from earlier in the night, and somehow a strange cross of Carl Baumer and one of my old Cadet councilors is here, and he has a broom, or maybe a pair of clippers. I have used my world building powers to sort of sheer off a very sharp edge, which makes them work much, much better. Meanwhile, I am running through this huge, fancy, important store, and find myself needing to make a run to the restroom, and find myself wondering if it will be the usual mess. Amazingly enough, it is quite clean and nice. Then I find myself in an odd sort of food court / waiting room / beauty parlor (there are women sitting around under the huge hair dryer things) and have just gotten a cheap bacon cheese burger, and am ranting about how even though the thing is really cheap, you can actually taste the bacon, and it is quite good. These things shouldn't be for the tiny amount I paid for it! I am being looked down on by a stuck up woman who is quickly turning into Hyacinth Bucket as I am climbing into my car and trying to drive home. I find myself driving up hill from the lower May Company parking area (the area where there used to be the winding pedestrian path along the hillside, before they tore it out to add in the lower level and the theater), while trying to avoid running over Hyacinth as she tries to walk up the hill to where her car is parked. It is late at night, perhaps two or three am, and there are only one or two cars left in the parking lot. I find myself driving by what used to be the car care center, just about to turn onto Dale, but the car care place has turned into a strip mall, filled with hole-in-the-wall restaurants, and for some reason I have stopped to get some ice cream or something. The people sitting here are weird and have a bit of an attitude, hints of goth or something, and the counter person has me signing the receipt while warning me not to try to claim the extra half penny from the sales tax, like everybody else seems to want to do. I tell him I am not going to worry about asking for a half a penny. Just strange.
10-03-2012 -- [In both dreams tonight I have had the odd situation of a single scene that connects to nothing in the middle of my dream, interrupting the flow of the main dream. I have decided to start making note of these little bits, though I have no idea why they are there. They are like an incredibly short micro dream just plopped in the middle of another dream, willy nilly.] I've stepped outside at the Hickory house about mid-evening (perhaps 9:30 PM or so) and am walking toward Crescent, though I only get as far as David's house. Somehow there are flashes in the corner of my eye, almost like little gnats buzzing around me, except every once in a while I catch a glimpse of one, and they are tiny, hail-sized, pale little meteors dropping to Earth. I turn around to head back to my house, but right in front of my house there is a small, short road divider that has never been there before, and is half-invisible that won't allow me to turn into my drive way. (I was walking, but suddenly I am in a vehicle.) When I reach the house next door, I find I can turn here, but it is a rough, home-made turn lane that Conrad has made because he doesn't like the divider in the road. [These are tiny residential streets where there has never been a divider, and one wouldn't fit.] As I turn in, I glance over at the Goodwin's house, and they are standing on the lawn with a bunch of people. They seem to be having a Christmas party or something. Suddenly my car is gone, and I am in their garage, where I am talking to their flying demon maid. She is slim, slightly attractive, and constantly hovering about a foot off the ground. She wants to give me something, and is trying to find it, but there is a bicycle that is moving along side her and keeping her from reaching the part of the garage she wants to look at. She is starting to get mad at it. Soon she moves far enough forward that she can see everybody in the front yard and they can see her, so she has to give up on finding whatever it is, and go help with the party. I just walk back to my house and head inside. I am soon sitting at the kitchen table and trying to get something to eat. It is difficult though, as mom is screaming at me. I have no idea why, or what about, but she is going on and on. I've had enough, and walk back outside, hoping to get away from her, but she follows me into the front yard. I have had enough, and tell her so. I tell her I have enough to deal with right now, including dodging meteorites that seem to be trying to hit me (as I shift to avoid a three inch one that burns a hole in the screen door). She doesn't believe me at first, but several more stones drop around me, including one that is three feet thick, which after I dodge it, it hits the house twice before landing in the flower bed. I run off next door to the Conrad yard, and I see that the Goodwins' guests are leaving. The first to leave looks exactly like George Jefferson, though I somehow know he is the Reverend Philadelphia Thrower [a decidedly white character from the Orson Scott Card Alvin Maker series]. He's been thrown out, and is very mad about it. Unfortunately, he starts to bubble and dissolve before me. All of the other guests that I can see slowly start to do the same thing. Some of them, about the time they start to smell the fumes from the other dissolving people. Something is wrong here! I hold my breath and run toward the Goodwins'. Somewhere around here is where I have the brief non-connected scene. I am in a gas station that I am pretty sure I have done a few dream mystery shops in, it the past few months. It is late at night, there is almost no business, and I am trying to find a box of chewy Lemonheads candy, but they seem to be temporarily sold out. I make my way into the Goodwin's kitchen, where Marv & Barbara are standing around talking about how successful the party was, and snacking on plates of leftover food. I rush in and explain how their guests are all dying and melting away, and I don't think they believe me at first. Marv adds a dollop of sour cream to his plate, and it starts to bubble and hiss, and his face starts going pale and blotchy. I scream out a warning for him to hold his breath, and thankfully he listens to me as he throws away the plate. I have no idea why this has happened or just what is going on, but they are now telling me I have saved them, and they want to reward me. Somehow I have just taken a pee in a very open, un-private restroom in the front hall, but I really need to take a poop, and for that I need more privacy. I tell them I need no reward, but I could really use a bathroom. They point me to the guest bathroom, and I comment that in the old days when I was here all the time, I would have remembered where it was. [Don't know why it was a problem remembering ... except for my second bedroom being a pantry in their house, the layout was the exact same as mine. At least until they added on the den.] I walk to the bathroom, and Jeff has just exited it with the demon maid. She is putting him to bed, but tells me she'll be right back to give me what she wanted to give me. I walk into the bathroom, and oddly enough, the door is a pair of swinging saloon doors that leave the top and bottom open. Still not very private. The toilet is kind of odd, too. It looks very futuristic, and it turns out there is a pile of feces already in the toilet. It seems to be firing jets of water at it to try and break it up and dissolve it, but it isn't working very well. The entire seat is wet, and soon it splashes a bit and the front of my pants are wet, and I just give up. I'll have to take a dump later! As I exit the bathroom again, the maid meets up with me and hands me a cupcake cake. I don't know if this is a real life thing or a dream thing, but it is a tray of cupcakes with this odd sort of printed sheet of frosting on top, at least kind of like the frosting on a real cake. Printed on the frosting sheet is the cover of an Irma Bombeck book. [Bombeck is a housewife who wrote a slightly humorous newspaper column about kids and family. She occasionally combined columns together and published books of them.] As I am walking out of the house to walk home, the cake is turning into the actual book.
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