Thread: Phoenixfire's Dream Journal

I had a dream about Sarah Jessica Parker's mole two nights ago. I really liked the work she did as a kid. She was a great Annie on Broadway. I saw her preform that play and was blown away.
I'm really dissapointed in her more recent work though. "Sex in the City" is over blown and takes women's lives and make a mockery of them. What fun is that and how much of that do we already have to fight against. Now there's a movie. Yuk.
I fell sleep thinking these thoughts because a friend of mine wanted to go see that movie and I so didn't want to go. I told her that I didn't think I would enjoy the movie and didn't go, but I felt bad about it. Thus the dream.
Sarah Jessica Parker recently and for those of you that are not aware of this exciting news, had the mole on her chin removed. (Can you say Sarcasm?)
I had this dream that I walked into a dark room and heard this sickening moan. It was terrible. I pulled a candle from my pocket, felt around for the lighter I kept in there as well. No lighter. Lit the candle from the fireworks that I store in my finger tips-yes I got this power when I did the July tasks.
I saw the mole sitting in a corner. It had no lips, or appendages, but it did have voice.
It kept saying, "I'm the only thing that kept her famous. Her movies are crap." I waddled over to me and asked me to hold the door open for it. I did. I followed it down a hallway and watched it as it found it's mark. She was sitting in a chair waiting for her public to notice her.
The mole began to stalk her. She saw it right away and started screaming. She ran from it, and it kept chasing her, yelling, "your movies are crap *itch! You need me to make you famous. Me and your man hands." I was laughing so hard that it woke me up.

My God... Thats the most bizzare thing I've read all day.

Yes If I had a middle name is would be bizzarre. You haven't heard anything yet. I keep my most bizzarre private.

Last night I was attempting to visit Venus and ended up coming back to Earth. Only it wasn't the Earth the I know. Everything was Backwards. The Sun and the moon both came up from the West and not from the East. When they reached their zenith they would either turn to the North or the South to set.
This Earth was wonderful. I could make monumental changes to the happenings around me. Granted some of the changes didn't work out so well, but it was fun all the same. The first thing I changed was inequality. If you were an ass then you were considered an ass and no one had to associate with you. You didn't have to deal with them other to say, "You're an ass and I don't want to deal with you." It was up to them to change their attitude. People were taught that other people and their needs were just as important as they were and you had to take other people into consideration when you made a decision. Punishment was swift.
People were given the same opportunities, but if you didn't take those opportunities then it was your fault. Personal responsibility was paramount. If something happened in the past that's where it stayed. In some ways this new Earth was a utopia. A perfect place to live and work.
Food was free to everyone,as were the essentials needed to survive, but you paid for luxuries. And Luxuries were just that. The things that people wanted, but don't need were considered luxuries.
I took a walk into the Mountains around my home and the colors were so vivid and clean. There was no pollution. I skimmed over the ground, not walking, or running but actually skimming across the ground. A soft, warm rain began to fall as I walked home. I entered my home without a key because crime was non-existent and I could leave my doors unlocked. I changed my clothes by thought, and climbed into a big soft bed and fell asleep.
Waking up was a shock because it was hot, and humid and we have smoke from the fires all the way from California drifting here.

I know that if I read books that have intense content in them before going to bed I'll often incorporate them into my dreams. I'm reading a series of books, but this dream didn't have anything to do with the series I'm reading. It's from another series that I'm not re-reading at the moment. I love the Laurell K. Hamilton Anita Blake Series of books. I have them all in hardback and I find myself re-reading them right before a new book in the series comes out, but I'm not re-reading them. So this makes no sense to me.
In the "Laughing Corpse" Anita comes across a Voodoo woman that makes creatures from leftover parts of humans, just clumped together, walking on hands and feet with lots of eyes and appendages. I had one of these in my dream.
It was walking lump of human parts. It had eyes of so many colors that it just wasn't easy to keep track of them. If it spoke to you you couldn't tell which mouth the voices would come from. Or which eyes to look at.
We were walking down the street headed to the grocery store because the thing wanted Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy with green beans. Not just any Fried chicken, but honey fried chicken. I only make that for special occasions and this creature wanted that Fried chicken.
We got all the ingredients to make the meal and it carried the bags home on it's protruding back. I made the dinner while it talked to me about what we should do that day. It was very strange in a threatening, yet not threatening sort of way. I think that I wasn't afraid of the looks of the thing, but intrigued with what it thought.
We talked about how Life sucked when you have 17 mouths to feed and 89 eyes to see what's going on in the world. It had 7 brains so things were all conflicted with feelings and thoughts. Like prejudices, and ill health, and bigotry, etc. It was fun and frustrating and sad, and funny. And Lovely. We sat and talked forever, before it decided that it had to go and scare other people. He sad that I was the best scare ever because it didn't last very long and I gave good conversation.
When it left I closed the door, shrugged my shoulders and went to bed.

I'm sorry you bounced off Venus too. I love the experience you did have though. Its great visiting parallel worlds. One of my favourite things ever.

Yes, I often go to worlds that have no name, or at least a name that I can't pronounce or figure out. I don't get too hung up on that aspect of it. I'd much rather just experience that fun of it.

Last night was one of those nights when you just aren't happy with the dream your having so you make it into something else. I kept changing my mind about what I wanted to dream. So I would go from one place and time to another place and incident, to something else. It was like being on the computer and trying to decide out of the thousands of songs you have on it which one you want to listen to.
I did start out listening to music as I lay on a blanket in a field of Heather in Scotland. Watching the clouds and the people (okay the men really), and eating fish and chips that were splashed with vinegar and salted. Nice, but boring so I changed.
I went swimming in the ocean with the whales. I rode the leader of the Orca pod that I was with. I felt the smooth skin of their flesh, and the roughness of their tongue as I fed them fish. I played with the babies, and watched them hunt a school of anchovies. I got bored though and changed the dream.
I began to dream that I was a fairy, with long black hair, and a pair of gossamer wings that allowed me to take flight. I flew to an island that was filled with different types of berry bushes. I had raspberries, and black berries, and huckleberries, and blueberries. I ate so many berries that my wings were stained, red and purple, and black with the colors of the vibrantly rich fruit I was eating. My stomach was feeling full and I knew that the other fairies would laugh, so I decided it was time to do something else.
I came home and had a party with all my friends. We had food and music. So much music to choose from. We laughed and told stories well into the night, just relaxing and talking. (I know that I had fallen asleep with the television on so that was the talking that I heard and I was aware of it, I just didn't care). We all finally just fell asleep watching the stars rotate through the night sky on our blankets.
We do actually do that here. Especially in August when the meteor shower begin to occur. We all lay out on blankets and watch the night sky. I think I'm looking forward to that this year so I've incorporated that into the dream as well. I remember thinking that it's not time for the meteoric light show yet, so you can just watch the sky.
It was a night for dreams.

I was sitting in a room that was all metal, shiny shimmering silver walls, draped in plastic. I was sitting on a stool and drinking a big Icy glass of tea loaded with a nice big slice of lemon and some crushed mint. It was so good. I finished the drink and got up to complete my mission.
I looked down and my hands were wrapped in long plastic gloves that went all the way up my arms. I was in medical/surgical garb and I was surrounded by Orange bags with a bio-hazard sticker on them. There was some blood, but the sprinkler system looked to have cleaned it all up. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.
A man on the other end of the phone asked for my biohaz number and order. I told him the number- it was right on the phone, and told him that it was a normal pickup for bio hazard burn. I told him that it was in the fridge and ready to go.
I put the bags in this box in the wall that opened to the outside, but the doors on that side were closed and locked.
I tore down all the plastic, and placed it in another bag and put it into the same box. And then I left the room. I turned on the sprinkler system, that had bleach in it- I know this because it was labeled that way-flipped the switch and walked down the hall to a pair of big metal doors in the middle of the hall. I opened them up, and took off all the surgical garb, including the long gloves and threw them down the shoot. I finished off the tea and threw the cup down as well. Using pot holders that I pulled from my pocket, I closed the doors and turned the know to fire up the incinerators. When I heard the whoosh of flames eating the clothes away, I turned to leave.
I walked out into the sunshine, got into the back seat of a car and said, Well, there's another bad person gone to the beyond." I knew then that I was a sanctioned serial killer.
The shock I felt woke me up. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I had taken a pain killer before falling asleep and I seemed to have no control over this particular dream. I hate to take medication for just that reason. I can't control things quite as well as I can with the medication on board.

I was laying in bed thinking about getting a Hamster as a pet. I always thought they were kind of interesting little things. They ran on a wheel all night long, ate all kinds of different things other than Hamster kibble, and If I went on Vacation, I could board it with friends with a minimum of fuss. You know just change it's water, give it some hamster kibble and the ocassional grape and let him sleep during the day, and play at night. I like that you can put them in a ball and they can roll around you house too. Anyway I apparently fell asleep, and changed my thoughts around, so that I was in place of the Hamster in a weird sort of way. I was walking around the neighborhood, with hamsters in my cheeks, asking people if they would care to donate a hamster to the cause. I'm not sure what I thought the cause was but no one was giving me hamsters, and they were all looking at me strangely.
I couldn't take it any more, and I was bored with the dream so I changed and went to Mercury instead. You can check that out in the task of the month if you're interested.

I rarely have a night where I don't have three or four LD's. Last night was one of them. I usually call my son and tell him what I dream, because he doesn't think that they are too off base and weird (most of the time). I have this reoccurring dream where I am making cookies and selling them. They aren't Girl Scout cookies, but Mormon cookies. They are made from real Mormons. I know that I use that particular religion because it's a very prevalent religion in the area that I live in. I have nothing against people of this faith, just that it's everywhere here so I naturally (for me at least) incorporate that into my dream.
In the dream, I collect willing Mormon's that won't mind becoming Mormon cookies, and I take them home, cut them up and add them into the batter of the cookie that I am making at the time. So you can have Chocolate Chip Mormon cookies, or Peanut Butter Mormon Cookies.
I often change this to another group of people. Last night it was rotten children cookies. I made rotten children Chocolate chip cookies, Rotten children Cherry Macaroon Cookies. I think it depends on what group of people that I have the greatest contact with when I have this dream. I know that I'm dreaming so I don't freak out, but it can get a bit weird.
The first time I had the dream with Navy men from a ship I had been visiting on I was a bit freaked, but I've gotten used to having this dream.
Last night I was dreaming of the children that are populating the world right now and just how rotten they are. I mean they disturb other people without apology, or care. I was shopping and had one run up and wrap his arms around my leg until I let him know that although I might look like his mother, I wasn't. Where the mother was while this three year old child was running through the store I didn't know or care. I was just angry that this little kid had escaped the care of it's parent and I could have walked away with it. Very scary that thought is. I would never do that but there are people out there that would in a heart beat.
So with all these thoughts in my head last night I went to bed and made Rotten children and irresponsible parent cookies and sold them in front of the local Wal-Mart. Made a lot of Money with that business too. I mean there are always so many rotten children and irresponsible parents that I never could run out of ingredients for cookies. I made so much money from the cookie business that I was able to sell franchises and went on a cruise to the Greek Isles. I had so much fun swimming in the warm blue waters of the Islands that I wanted to stay forever. The only thing that kept me from staying was that I needed to go home and make more cookies, so I could sell more franchises, so I could go on a different cruise.
Okay so I have so really weird and freaky dreams. Sometimes I have such weird dreams that I scare myself. I know that this dream could offend some people and if that happens while you read this I apologize. Sometimes I just can't control the dream.

I went back to bed about 5:30 this morning to take a nap since I didn't have to be up until later. I lay down on my bed thinking how hot it was, and how it was only going to get hotter. I closed my eyes and lay there trying to think cool thoughts, you know water and ice. That kind of thing. It was so not working. I thought about cool colors like green and yellow and blue, but that wasn't helping either. So I began to think about other things and I had just seen a Crystal Chandelier when I was out of town yesterday that was very impressive. I felt myself drifting off into sleep as I thought about all the colors and the shapes and sizes of the different crystals. They seemed to be made of Diamonds they sparkled with color. Flashes of red, green, blue, yellow, purple as you circled the chandelier.
I found myself watching those crystals, thinking I could make a crystal house that I could live in with all my friends and family. I would use different color crystals in it too. I love some of the green and coral, and pink that you see. So I began to make the house. It was rather frustrating though since when I made a mistake I would have to start over. I found that I could control that though and just blink and it would fix or change what I wanted.
I had bedrooms and bathrooms and kitchens and game rooms and music rooms. Every kind of room I could think of I added to the house. I used Geodes so the outside of the house was rocky looking and rough, and the inside was open and filled with light and color. The windows were those flashy color catching crystals. No one could see in clearly, but the color was fascinating to them.
When I got to my bedroom and what it would look like and what I wanted in it, I put in a fireplace because it gets very cold here in the winter time. I could smell the smoke from the fire and feel the heat. I realized that I shouldn't be smelling the smoke that strongly in a dream. I really wasn't. There is a fire in the mountains about me and the valley is filled with smoke. I had to close all the windows and you can still smell the smoke. That and the heating of the day woke me from a wonderful dream.

As I was falling asleep last night I felt that liquid feel that sometimes over comes me when I fall sleep. Like I'm slipping into warm water. It felt so good and I began to think of liquid. Since we had fire and smoke yesterday I remembered my allergies eye drops.
I became eye drops. I had this beautiful bottle, glass and emerald green. The bottle had a seperate dropper so I could just drop into different people's eyes and see through their eye's.
It was amazing. I saw things from different perspectives than my own. I dropped in on a friend and saw the destructive relationship she has with her adult child the way she see's it. I saw the guilt she feels for her ex-spouses rejection of their daughter, and how she feels she has to make up for it. So she lets this young woman walk all over her, so while she doesn't like her daughter, she loves her.
I even dropped into a strangers eyes and saw that he saw everyone as monsters. We were all miserable and deserved to die since we are evil and need to be irradicated. It was terrible. I cried myself from his eyes and let myself evaporate.
I next dropped into a kid that was playing a computer game. It was fun. I was able to play a game that I can't normally play very well. I wanted to stay for a long time, but I knew from experience that it could be hours before someone finished playing a game, and some are even addicting. So I evaporated out.
I went into my oldest grandson's eyes and saw that he really is the brat that I've always thought he was. He can be such an "Eddie Haskell". Or two faced little brat. I think that one day this is the kind of kid that will turn into a serial killer. I thank God I'm only his Step-Grandma. I decided that I've had enough of this and it's time to go and do something else. Maybe go to a carnival, or a State Fair. Yeah, that sounds like fun.

I often re-visit favorite dreams. I'm not sure if others do this, but I do it consistently and when I want to do it. Last night was one of those times. I can change a lot of things about the dream, just not the time, the person/people, or the place. It's always late afternoon or early evening. The place is on a moor in Scotland. It's a very green place filled with heather. It smells so clean, and fresh. The air is heavy with mist, but I can see the tops of the snow clad mountains. So I know that it is either early Fall or Spring. And the Main DC is a man. He's very tall and has very long dark hair. I always approach him from the back, and I never see his face. He talks to me as I approach him. His tone is gentle, loving and kind. He holds out an arm to me, and I run to him, letting him slide his arm about me. I know he's tall since I have to look way up to see his face, but there's a breeze blowing so his face is covered with his hair, just as mine gets in the way also.
We sink down into the heather, and watch the clouds go by, and begin to build up in the mountains. He tells me that it's snowing up there and it will soon snow where we are, but not with any time frame. I put my head on his thigh and we speak of the things that have been going on in our lives since the last time we spoke. I tell him of my latest trip and the next one I have planned and he tells me of his life. We talk to each other like we are lovers of old, and friends. I tell him of the plans friends have of taking a cruise to the Greek Islands and what fun we'll have, and he tells me to be careful.
He caresses my back under my plaid, and shirt touching a tattoo I have on my back. It's in the colors of cobalt blue, Forest Green, and royal purple. It's an intricate Celtic triangle knot, with a maze surrounding it. Underneath this tattoo are the words "Through the maze is Love". As he touches the tattoo he says, "I've been through the maze. I've found Love." I smile a very knowing kind of smile, and watch the clouds scuttle across the sky. I know that he has a matching tattoo across his lower back as well. Just like mine; in the same place, with the same colors.
Sooner than I would like he tells me it's time for him to leave. He holds me from behind, kisses the top of my head, says something in Gaelic that I don't understand and we part. I know that when I turn he'll be gone. I also know that this is a dream, but wish it could be real. I make myself turn, see that he is gone and begin the walk that will take me from the moor to my own bed.

I often feel that I am sharing this dream with another person. I know that sounds strange. I don't really know this person in real life, but I've been dreaming this particular dream with this particular DC for a very long time. I'd like to think that this person is real.

I often find my self cooking in my dreams. I know that I'm asleep and that I'm dreaming, but I review recipes in my head and try them out. I know what certain things will taste like and how to mix and match. I also come up with really great ideas for cooking in my dreams. I wake up, write them down and go back to sleep. I make a conscious effort to wake up and do this, because I've said to myself, "oh I'll do it in the morning" and then I can't remember it.
Last night I found my self making Cherry chocolate monster cookies. I was standing at the sink, and I was pitting cherries with a straw and putting them into a container of simple syrup and brandy. Using the straw is a real good way to pit cherries or clean strawberries, and I do it all the time so that wasn't unusual. I also store the cherries in a simple syrup but not with the brandy. I made the cookies, using a basic butter, sugar, flour and egg batter. I chopped the chocolate from big hunks of very dark chocolate and rich white chocolate. I chopped up some walnuts and pecans, and put oatmeal in a food processor to make oat flour.
I mixed all the ingredients together letting the batter come together. I stirred in the chocolate and the nuts and then I added the cherries, with just a touch of the juice they were in. After stirring it all together I scooped the cookies out with my cookie scoop and dropped them on the pan. I put them into the oven, where they promptly exploded in a steaming mass of rich sweet smelling huge cookies.
When the weather turns cooler, (I did wake up to write down the recipe) I'm going to make some. Can't wait.

I was laying in bed last night and it was so hot that I couldn't sleep. I lay there and just closed my eyes thinking of what I would do if I won the lottery. I love to do this kind of thing, because it helps me to go to sleep and it also helps me dream. I am setting the stage for a dream.
I thought about what all my friends and I had been talking about this week and the majority of our conversations was about going to Greece and cruising the islands. And going to South Africa and cage diving with the Great White sharks. So I took us all on a cruise of the Greek Isles first. It was so hot, the we just lay in the surf on the beach and talked and laughed and watched the incredible blue water roll in and out. This is the point where I fell asleep and knew that I was asleep and dreaming. I knew because we were talking about all the things we wanted to do in Greece and I already knew this because we had talked about it the other day. I got up from the surf and walked the beach. Walking into the surf to my hips and then walking out again. It was so beautiful. The gentle surf rolling in. We decided that we wanted to do some cliff jumping. We climbed up the cliffs and we all held hands and jumped off. We flew and landed in the warm water without a splash. It was so much fun we did it several times. We played and ate and talked and sang and laughed until we were all tired. We cruised the Greek Isles for several weeks, playing and having fun. Then I said, "Lets go to check out the Great White Sharks now". So we did. We went to Seal Island, and False Bay. We got into Scuba gear and jumped into cages and watched the sharks go for the bait. We had so much fun. I remember that one of the big sharks came up to the cage and I reached out to touch it. It's skin felt cool, and so rough while being slick all at the same time. It was so exhilarating. I think the excitement of the whole thing woke me up. I so wanted to go back to sleep and do it again, but I needed to write it down first. I know that I might have to edit this at another time, but I just needed to write this one down so I wouldn't forget it.

I sleep weird. I know that I do. I am up for most of the night and day. I usually sleep between 4 am and 9am (sometimes I can sleep longer, but those are the hours that I generally sleep). I like the quiet of the night. I was sitting on my front porch last night right after the local skunk went by, and had one of my waking dreams.

There is a silver post in front of my drive up that was shining in the very dark night. I saw myself walk up to this bright silvery sliver of light and pull it apart like you would curtains.

I walked through and straight into another dimension.

It was so bright that I couldn't see.

Someone took my arm, and said, "don't worry, your vision will come to you soon".

"I'm always able to see in my dreams," I told the DC.

His reply was, "You're not dreaming, you're here in our world now."

"What is your world?"

DC: "Our world is alien to you. Your people have been claiming we've abducted them for many of your years".

"You don't abduct people?"

DC: "No. That would be silly. We let you come to us and when you are ready to accept that we are here you can come stay with us, or not as you please. You are welcome any time."

"Why can only certain people come here then?"

DC: "Because you must be of an accepting nature to be invited. Most of your species aren't that way. They must make judgements on others and those of you that do that can't come here."

"So I can come any time I like?"

DC: "Once you've been here, you're able to come anytime you like. It's up to you. We have no prejudice here and we accept none. Like I told you before, once you've been here, you can always come back."

My vision was returning. I could see shapes and sizes. It becoming all so beautiful. The being that had been leading me was a beautiful shade of lavendar.

"I love Lavender," I told him.

He smiled, "See your vision has returned to you. Will you come again?"

"Yes I will", I smiled back and stepped though the curtain of time back to the front porch.