tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91411794492508885502024-03-07T23:34:50.381-05:00Jenny Raye's DreamsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-77768564363755020172020-01-10T13:31:00.001-05:002020-01-10T13:54:57.562-05:00Dream 20. Kentucky Plumbing Problems, Coincidences, and Goats<div>I was driving south on the interstate with...someone. Not sure why. We ended up at a house in Kentucky with three very large and hairy adult redneck sons. Their parents were watching football in the living room. The biggest of them had clogged the toilet and it was backing up the bathroom sink and... the kitchen toilet? The brothers kept going from the bathroom to the kitchen, flushing. When one toilet would flush, the other toilet would back up. There was shit everywhere. Their father came in wearing goggles and holding some sort of toilet vacuum that he said he invented himself. I asked to use it. I resolved the issue. I still didn't know why I was in Kentucky. <br></div><div><br></div><div>Later, I was sitting outside by a river, between a New Year's Eve boat party and a small high school graduation. I'm not sure which I was attending. An off duty New York cop from the boat party pulled me to a picnic table so he had someone sane to talk to, but two big bald men in matching shirts and overalls sat next to us. They both had burns and blisters on the top of their heads. They didn't know each other. It turned out they had both recently been in the same kind of accident at their very similar jobs where they both had chemical burns on their heads that burned off all of their hair. Everyone thought this was the most amazing coincidence, except for the cop, who during the entire conversation had been sighing and rolling his eyes. </div><div><br></div><div>After stopping at a red light on the drive home, I noticed three goats (kids) behind a pickup truck which was carrying more goats. I picked up the goats and returned them to the bed of the truck, then picked up my cat, Sammich, who was there in the truck bed with them. I went around and told the little old lady driver, "I rescued your goat children, but I am taking my cat." She told me well done.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-63037407398967640272017-09-13T18:37:00.000-04:002017-09-13T18:37:36.138-04:00Dream 19. Childhood Basement.I was at a cave, which I called my childhood basement. It resembled a basement at first, with a staircase leading up (reminded me of the stairs in a movie theater between the seats). The further it led up, the more it resembled an attic. This is apparently where I had spent a lot of time playing as a child. It was dark and dusty. There were faded things I had written on the walls in crayon, papers with pictures I had drawn, things carved into wooden beams.<br />
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There were ghosts at an old apartment at the top of the stairs. Three women that had been dead since the 19th century. Two of the ghosts showed themselves once in a while on the stairs. One was a standard semi-transparent ghost. The other was tangible. I brushed against her once walking up. The third stayed in the apartment at the top of the stairs, moving things around, making her presence known without being seen.<br />
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I had flashbacks of my childhood. I had a friend that used to play there with me when I was around 6 or 7. It was Elijah Wood. Young Elijah Wood, I mean. We would go up to the haunted apartment and look through the ghosts' old belongings. We had found a woman, presumably the third ghost, hanging from a ceiling beam in the bedroom. We ran to tell adults, but when police came, no body was found.<br />
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Flash to present day. I was visiting the basement-attic-cave with Hillary and her boys, showing them around and such. We didn't see the ghosts, but I felt that they were still there. I was trying to explain to Hillary that there was one spot in the cave where I remember saying a certain phrase and something completely different had come out of my mouth. I found the phrase written on the back of a piece of paper, but spoke the words and they sounded normal.<br />
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Then, probably a different dream...I was waiting with Mandy for a ship to dock outside with a delivery. The ship captain was Sacha Baron Cohen, and he was being exceptionally rude to me. I remember leaning over to Mandy and whispering, "Sacha Baron Cohen is an ASSHOLE."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-85048531286571216972017-05-09T14:42:00.001-04:002017-09-13T18:25:01.824-04:00Dream 18. Where should I shoot her?I was at a comedy club, one of three people that had entered a stand-up comedy contest: an Asian-looking girl, Daniel, and myself. Apparently this was round two of the two night contest. Everyone had done really well the night before, but this time I was out of material. It was all improv, nothing planned ahead of time. I got up and tried to tell the story of that one time my dad had tried to use a jet pack (apparently that had happened earlier in the dream, but I don't remember enough of it), but it was one of those moments where you had to have been there, and I bombed terribly and lost the contest. I think the Asian girl won.<br />
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I was at my house with Hillary and Daniel, except it was my parents' house in WA and we were all teenagers. I was ridiculously drunk and we were all hanging out in my room lighting incense and listening to music while my brother was going into a drunken rage out in the hall about these damn liberals and there's not enough god in the world and guns and yada yada yada.<br />
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I stumbled out to ask my mom something and my brother chased me back to my room with a very long shotgun pointed at my face. He kept asking Hillary and Daniel, "Where should I shoot her?" and everyone was just sort of frozen. I was trying to push the end of the gun away from me. Then this 4 foot tall squattish balding dude with very thick glasses, who we were calling Cousin Ned, jumped up on my brother from behind and snapped his neck. Before the police arrived, I ran around the house throwing away all reminders of my brother and ripping family photos off the walls.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-49187473045347645582017-03-03T20:22:00.001-05:002017-03-03T20:23:42.422-05:00My 2013 Godzilla dreams.(OLD DREAMS JUST FOUND ON FACEBOOK)<br />
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I had a dream this afternoon, that I was helping someone's family flee from Godzilla. Half of their house was on fire, planes were in the air dropping bombs all around us, everyone was screaming and all I was concerned with was making sure everyone was wearing comfortable shoes.<br />
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I had a Godzilla dream again. Halfway through the dream, he turned into something that looked more like a talking velociraptor, and he was taunting me in a Hannibal Lecter voice. Later I was smoking and hanging out with Manda Lee. We were swinging on a swing set and talking about how Godzilla is such a mind-game playing asshole.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-66993836049478190322016-09-16T11:46:00.001-04:002017-09-13T18:24:42.357-04:00Dream 17. I live in the parking lot. <div dir="ltr">
I was going in to work after having a week or more off. When I arrived, there were three people working the front desk; Christine, Daniel, and a new guy (some ginger teenager know-it-all that I immediately hated). </div>
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As soon as I got to the desk, I was stuck with some angry couple with a dog, who had been waiting hours to check into a suite (room 112). It took me awhile to check them in because the computer system had completely changed while I was away and I couldn't tell whether the room was clean yet. They had also ordered a brownie, so I scooped out a brownie from a pan at the desk, dropped it on the floor, and handed it to them. They left to go to their room, bitching about me under their breath. </div>
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As I was complaining about the couple to Christine, they came back through the lobby, and the man shouted at me, "Thanks for using Q Tips!" I told him you're welcome. I had just cleaned my ears before work, and I couldn't tell if his remark was sarcastic or not. I asked Christine whether she uses Q Tips as directed, like just cleans the outside part of the ear, or sticks them in the ear canal. Because I stick my Q Tips all the way inside my ears. She just stared at me like I was stupid and never replied.</div>
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When my shift was over, I walked out to the parking lot with Daniel. It resembled a mall parking lot and there was all this construction going on. We walked past the construction workers to the corner of the lot, where all my furniture was set up. Apparently I sort of temporarily lived in the parking lot? We sat down in some recliners and smoked some weed. I explained indignantly that I was not homeless, this was just how it had to be for awhile.</div>
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Charlie came by to pick up a lamp. We hadn't split up or anything, so I still don't know why I was living in the parking lot. We all went back into the building to get it. Julie was holding up a floor lamp that looked like a big cocktail glass when we walked in. I told her that was mine and she just glared at me and shouted, "UNPROFESSIONAL!"</div>
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(When I woke up, I was immediately disappointed with myself for checking a pet into a suite.)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-83005570163481572902016-05-19T13:28:00.002-04:002016-05-19T13:37:39.040-04:00Dream 16. Courtney Love's Husband is an Alien-Korean Pianist.As I was throwing something away in the kitchen trash, I saw a newspaper on top of the garbage with a story about how Courtney Love's husband had been thrown out of a church. I was confused as to how and why they could throw a dead man out of anything. I was starting to get upset about what they were possibly doing to Kurt Cobain's ashes, when I thought to see if maybe she had remarried and I just hadn't heard. And I found out she had, to a famous Korean pianist who played the world's tallest piano.<br />
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I never found out what he had done to be thrown out of the church mentioned in the paper. I found it odd and unsettling that seemingly everyone else had known about this guy but me. He was everywhere-- on the radio, in magazines, newspapers. My dad had his newest CD. I saw him on TV playing a concert, and his piano was freakishly tall; he sat 20 feet up in the air on his bench, playing this thing, with his little feet dangling down. The piano had no pedals, and his music came out sounding very staccato and strange. He didn't seem human, and his music was alien. I didn't trust him, and was convinced he had put the world into some hypnotic trance for dark purposes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-25582613107853674912016-02-22T13:22:00.000-05:002016-02-22T13:22:11.935-05:00Dream 15. Steve Buscemi and X Files.I was at work, at the end of first shift. Christine and a new girl in training came in for second shift and I was not done with anything. There was all this other bullshit getting in my way of my counting the drawer. I was supposed to get out of there at three, but by the time I was done with everything, I ended up clocking out at 6.<br />
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I went home to a little apartment where I apparently lived by myself. I was single and not a mom in this dream. I laid down for awhile, heard the phone ring a few times and let the answering machine take all my calls. The outgoing message on the answering machine was my mom making all these random weird sounds and joking around for like 2 or 3 minutes. No one ended up leaving a message.<br />
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I got a knock on my door. I answered it to find <a href="https://beautydart.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/seymour.jpg" target="_blank">Steve Buscemi</a> on my doorstep, holding his palm out to me to show me parts of a watch band. He said that the last time I was over at his place, my watch broke and he just now found the rest of the parts. He walked past me into my apartment before I had time to tell him to come in. Behind him was a bitchy teenage girl, who was his niece.<br />
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The two of them sat down on stools at the counter in my kitchen. Steve Buscemi said, "I'd love some potato salad," but I told him I really didn't have much food in the fridge, and that we'd have to order out. "Pizza or Chinese," I asked, and the girl made a disgusted face and told me no Chinese. I told them that leaves pizza. "I can get Sergio's and have to go pick it up, or Papa Johns and I can get points. "I don't think Papa Johns can understand what I want," said Steve Buscemi, so I told him he'd better write it down.<br />
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We ended up leaving to go out to eat anyway. I said FIRST ONE TO THE CAR WINS and ran outside, as did the girl. Steve Buscemi took his sweet time getting his sport coat on and checking to make sure all the lights in the house were off before walking out. He did not win. I noticed there was a hair dryer laying on my front porch.<br />
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Suddenly (I guess this was a separate dream), <a href="http://cdn.idigitaltimes.com/sites/idigitaltimes.com/files/2016/01/27/mulder-scully-x-files-miniseries-2016.jpg" target="_blank">Mulder and Scully</a> were at a house with me, they were chasing someone or something upstairs to the attic. They followed through the attic door, into complete darkness, and shut the door. I was inside the attic and not. Like I wasn't really there but I could see what was happening inside. Mulder and Scully were shooting all these guys, hacking them up with machetes, knifing them, all sorts of shit. An entire three quarters of Mulder's head got cut off, but immediately grew back.<br />
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They turned around and opened the door, out into the light, and swore they had no idea how any of that had happened. Whatever did the killing in the attic looked like them, but it wasn't really them. Scully said, "It was so dark, there's no <i>way </i>I could aim my gun in there! And Mulder, you only have a vial of the last virus of its kind!" "Second to last," he said indignantly. It was a real X File.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-51516362019053032702016-02-12T13:27:00.003-05:002016-02-12T13:27:28.652-05:00Dream 14. School Bus.I was on my way to test drive a car that my brother had called and told me about. At the dealership, they had it set up where everyone test drove the cars to the same place on the other end of town, then had to leave the cars there and board an old school bus that would then drive them back to the dealership.<br />
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I have no recollection of driving the car. Next thing I remember, I was on the bus, which was packed with tons of people. We stopped at a stop light in front of the dealership, and a man was outside motioning for the bus driving to come off the bus. As soon as the driver opened the bus doors, the man shot him. Then the gunman starting pacing back and forth, screaming to himself and waving the gun around.<br />
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I said to some of the other people on the bus that I was going to escape out the back door and that they should follow me, which seemed like an awful plan, as the gunman would almost definitely see us. None of them followed me in my escape, they all thought it was too dangerous. When I slipped out the back door, I saw the gunman was near the front of the bus fussing with the driver, who was not yet dead and had tried to climb back into the bus.<br />
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As the gunman shot the driver again, I quickly sneaked past and back toward the dealership. I glanced back and saw the gunman was on the bus, shooting each person in the head. But each time he put the gun to one of the passenger's heads, the person would laugh right before they were killed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-63215500912688825722016-02-11T15:28:00.000-05:002016-02-11T19:05:21.767-05:00Dream 13. Bathroom Inspector<p dir="ltr">I was the star of a reality TV show. My job was to go to businesses that had someone recently die in the building, and inspect the back bathroom while a camera crew followed me around. Every place I went to was laid out roughly the same, with the back bathroom in the exact same location in the building.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I got a call to go out to a building in a sketchy part of town. I went to the place with my camera crew in tow. A big mafia type guy answered the door, and I asked if they had a recent death in the building. The guy smiled and told me yeah, so I was pretty sure he had killed the person himself. He let me in and let me look for the bathroom on my own. I went to the place where the back bathroom should have been, but there was only a wall. No door.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Mafia guy asked me if I was looking for the bathroom, to which I replied yeah, and he said, "Oh, well that's in the basement," and pointed to a hole in the corner of the room. A metal ladder went down at least 20 feet before it was hidden in dark. My camera crew waited, the guy holding the camera motioned me to go ahead. Mafia guy stood there grinning and staring at me. I started like I was going to climb down and stopped. "NO, I'M TOO SCAAARED," I yelled, and got so embarrassed that this was on live TV that I ran away and went into hiding.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-2364731454580434322015-05-31T11:24:00.001-04:002015-05-31T11:50:49.835-04:00Dream 12. Friends.<p dir="ltr">It started with high school, or college. I'm not sure which it was, it was only the friends in between classes and after school that I saw. He was like my sidekick (much like one of my actual friends in high school), we would sit by windows and judge people walking by and talk about dreams and ideas. Comfortable and familiar. We would walk to Subway a lot. This was apparently our hangout spot away from school, but it looked more like a Denny's. And more judging would ensue.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I had promised my aunt that I would pick up my Nanny (who in real life, died a few years ago) from the airport the morning after next. I asked my friend to go with me and he agrees. The airport is hours away, so it will be a fun road trip. We would be like Thelma and Louise.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I realize the next morning that I have a class the morning I'm supposed to go to the airport. I speak to the teacher about this (my teacher was the Prof. Walsh character from Buffy) and was told that if I skipped class and missed the exam the next morning, I fail her class. I asked to be excused to make a quick emergency phone call and she let me. I called my mom, distraught over my dilemma. I wanted to take this trip to the airport with my friend, I didn't want to let my Nanny and my aunt down, I didn't want to fail my class. She said that Nanny could wait at the airport for a few hours until I could get there. Don't worry. My mother can calm me down even in my dreams. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I return to class and watch in a growing horror as students do bizarre presentations with music, brightly colored paper, and interpretive dance. I realize that not only did I NOT I have a presentation ready, I had no idea what this class was supposed to be about. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My friend and I went to a movie theater after school, and it was crowded beyond belief. Swarms of people were crushing us trying to get in. I don't recall even seeing the movie, just the mass of bodies squeezing to get out afterwards. There was a holographic woman thanking us and waving at the exit, reminding us to keep the theater clean and to thank a veteran,  then we all spilled out into the mall.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We left and sat out by a tree, and he asked me to go to Subway with him after we go to the airport. For some reason, this was different than just walking to Subway as friends, this was a date. There was a subtle distinction in how he said it and looked at me. Yeah, it made more sense in the dream. Of course.  As does everything. I walked home by myself, in a daze, through a war torn Bridgewater. </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-79949789801766226342015-03-08T17:50:00.002-04:002015-03-08T18:16:10.143-04:00Dream 11. No Fun With Jim MorrisonI was someone else, a woman in my twenties. I was in a relationship with Jim Morrison. It was present day, but he wasn't old. But older than 27. Maybe 40ish. And he was a raging asshole. Beautiful, rich, incredibly cool, but a real shady jerk.<br />
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He was into some sort of illegal financial scheme with two men, stuffy lawyer types, nervous guys, with briefcases and boring names. I didn't know the details, but they were having a meeting in his house, which was this big mansion. I walked in after the meeting, after Jim had went out and the two men should have been gone as well. One of the men was still in the room, looking through Jim's things, taking papers and stuffing them into bags. When he saw that I had caught him, he asked me for help. He told me that Jim was doing things that were dangerous and illegal and that he needed to be turned in. I just needed to keep quiet and let this man take all the evidence to the police. So I did. I let him take everything he needed, and promised not to tell Jim. I went to another room to hide until everything blew over, because I knew Jim would be terrible when he returned.<br />
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Jim came home after the man left. The room the meeting had been held in was in disarray, with all the file cabinets and drawers hanging open and papers everywhere. Jim walked in and became enraged. He had been drinking heavily. I sneaked out the front door and ran to my car, then realized I had left my car keys somewhere in the house. When I went back in, Jim heard me. He called for me to come upstairs, so I did.<br />
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He was drunk and angry with me. I was more interested in covering my own ass than helping the lawyer man. I told him that the lawyer guy was up there going over papers. I told him that I had no idea what sort of work the man did, so I didn't know what he was doing was wrong. No, I didn't help the man. I just thought it was business as usual. No, that man never told me anything, just took some papers with him for some unknown reason.<br />
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He believed it or he didn't, I couldn't tell, but he backhanded me and I fell into some boxes in the corner. I was terrified.<br />
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I was with friends at a large fancy hotel. The only reason I could afford to stay was because it was work related. I had to work while I was there and then stay in whatever room they gave me. In exchange, my friends (I say friends, but these were two faceless girls in my dream, with no counterpart in my real life) could stay in any room they wanted. </div>
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I was done working for the night (bringing towels, blankets and such to guest rooms and carrying luggage) and was trudging off toward my room to sleep. It was well after midnight and the only people around were two elderly British women at the front desk and a smallish dirty maintenance man who reminded me of Gollum from Lord of the Rings (and since I never knew his name, that's what I will call him).</div>
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Gollum had been lurking around in the lobby. He stopped me and told me there was something on one of the floors he needed my help with. From the looks of the guy, I assumed he was pretty weak and felt sorry for him. He wasn't elderly, maybe fifty or sixty at most. Just short, frail looking and quiet. He was a little hunched and walked with a limp. I had pity on the man. I trusted him. </div>
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I followed him up to the higher floors, avoiding the elevators. He told me he wasn't supposed to tie up the lifts. I was so tired and asked if he minded if I meet him up there, that I was going to go take the elevator up. He grabbed me then and said NO, keep moving! I began to get a little scared of him. </div>
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The stairs took us outside some of the time. Steep stairs along the side of the building, <a href="http://animebot.everyboty.net/pix/964.gif" target="_blank">like in the movie Spirited Away</a>. I was growing very uneasy and was so tired and sore from working all night. We finally arrived at the top floors, which were all storage space. </div>
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I knew then that something was seriously wrong. Gollum was walking normally now and didn't seem near as frail as he had been letting on. I turned to run and he grabbed my ankle. He dragged me up to the seventeenth floor and to a metal door. It was the entrance to the attic. It was dark and full of boxes. The place was huge, it looked like a warehouse, but completely full of stuff, right up to the ceiling. There was a mattress on the floor in a cleared out space, and he dragged me over to it an up onto it. The mattress was old and wet, completely filthy. Gollum was muttering to himself or to me the entire time, I couldn't understand what he was saying.</div>
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I realized I still had my phone with me. While he was busy trying to remove my shoes and pants, I discreetly turned on my phone and saw that it was open to Facebook. </div>
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I wrote a status update, "I am on the seventeenth floor of the Plaza Hotel and I am being rapt." <br />
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Autocorrect had ruined my call for help. I tried to fix it. </div>
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DAMMIT AUTOCORRECT, now everyone will think this is a joke! </div>
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"*RAPED, HELP ME! " I waited. Nothing. </div>
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I looked down after a bit of waiting to see that Gollum had given up on my pants and was snuggling my side, asleep. Repulsed, I got up and ran, out the attic door and down to the sixteenth floor. My friends were lying on couches that were there on the landing, talking about my status update on Facebook. They didn't seem concerned. </div>
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I took the elevator down to the lobby, prepared to turn Gollum in to the hotel management and the police. On the way down, I checked Facebook again. A few people had liked my recent status updates. No one mentioned help. No one seemed concerned. </div>
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** I woke up at this point to get my kids ready for school. I wrote this down as soon as I got them on their buses, then fell back asleep... into the same dream. It took a twist for the Nightmare on Elm Street after that. Suddenly the hotel had all these boiler rooms and conveyor belts, and all these teenagers were looking for this guy, whom I called Gollum. They would get on a conveyor belt which would take them to some sort of inner workings of the building, it was the only way to get there. These kids were slowly disappearing. I'm not sure if I was even there anymore. It was as if I were a ghost, observing but not interacting. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-996868437355294362014-07-11T12:36:00.001-04:002014-08-27T11:54:27.843-04:00Dream 9. A Rich Vampire Calls the Salvation Army. <div dir="ltr">
I was with a group of very irritating people who were all loitering at a rich asshole's house. No one really liked this guy, they were all there mooching -- eating his food, drinking his wine, throwing little parties in various parts of the house. He finally got sick of everyone and called the Salvation Army to come get ALL of his stuff. </div>
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I did outside near the big front entrance to the house as the Salvation Army people showed up. They were dressed as posh little bell hops. Everyone else started trickling out of the house to watch the Salvation Army people carry the rich asshole's belongings to their trucks. I grabbed a wine glass as they were</div>
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DAMMIT, I left this unfinished as a draft and can't remember the rest. Long story short, I found out somehow that the guy was a vampire. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-23512055837207320842014-01-04T11:15:00.001-05:002014-01-04T22:05:59.057-05:00Dream 8. Deaf, Death, and Pizza<div dir="ltr">
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I was a deaf boy. It was my birthday party and my parents were fighting. I could hear them. My mother was trying to teach me some kind of slang word in sign language. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I would hear her saying it. I was in the car later with her and tried to tell her that I could hear, but she just laughed it off and didn't believe me.<br />
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Next dream, I dreamed I was me again, and my son, David was really sick. I thought he had died, told everyone he did, but when I went back to him, he was fine. Somewhere in my memory, the same thing had happened with my daughter, Lucy. <br />
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Next dream. I was in a pizza place with Charlie. We had just been seated and were watching the guys in the booth next to us leave. One of them tried to leave this big box of trash on our table but I threw it back to them. One of the guys, a tough-looking hairy dude, sat next to me in the booth and started making out with the side of my face. I was scared and just sat there frozen and confused until he got up and left. I then got up to go to the bathroom. This bathroom was old and absolutely huge, and a lot of the stalls either had no door or no toilet. I found one with both but it was super narrow and it was a squeeze, very uncomfortable. There were stalls with old school desks where the toilet should have been. It was dark and spooky and there were maddeningly loud dripping noises coming from everywhere. When I came out of the bathroom, I was suddenly a different person. I was an ex cop that looked like Nicolas Cage, and I was explaining to my young daughter how I solved a murder. I was still in the pizza place, writing a fake confession on a duffel bag with ketchup. The police came over and started to question me.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-22064598541467692162013-11-13T12:44:00.001-05:002013-11-13T12:44:36.190-05:00Dream 7. Nein!I was working at the front desk, evening shift. I was called up to a room to bring fresh towels. There was a girl chained up in the bathroom. I say "girl" but she look to be in her 20's. She was wearing a nightgown and looked very distraught. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door quickly so that whoever was there in the room & holding this girl there wouldn't see me and chain me, too. The girl was being forced to complete jigsaw puzzles. They were really easy puzzles, too, children's puzzles, like 10 piece things, but she couldn't solve them. Rather than feel sorry for her, I wondered why in the hell she couldn't figure those puzzles out.<br />
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The door opened and there stood a drunk, <a href="http://lusi.altervista.org/TillLindemann.jpg" target="_blank">shirtless and sweaty Till Lindemann</a>, from Rammstein. He unchained the girl and moved her out into the room, chaining her to the base of the bed somehow, so she was still on the floor. He told her (in English) that once she finished two puzzles, he'd let her go, but she just couldn't do it. I offered to help her (he made no attempt at restraining me) but he shouted, "Nein!" So I just hung around the room, grabbed a beer and watched this girl try to solve her puzzles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-6383776215791153632013-09-23T19:50:00.001-04:002013-09-23T19:50:24.058-04:00Dream 6. Basement Kitchen.I had recently moved into a large older home. It was laid out strange. I can't recall precisely what the upstairs consisted of. Probably living room, bedrooms, bathrooms and whatnot. I remember the basement vividly. There was a long hallway, lined with bedrooms. Everything was lit with florescent lights. The hallway ended in the kitchen. A basement kitchen. It had a small dining room on the side. There were no windows throughout the entire basement, kitchen included. It was carpeted in goldish and brown thin carpet. It felt like it was straight out of the seventies.<br />
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There were people over, my friends. They were dispersed throughout the house playing some sort of fancy game of tag. I was in the basement kitchen the entire time. Although the lighting was dim and the kitchen was small and windowless, I was very happy. I cooked some dinner and then sat and went through the cabinets. The former owners had left a lot on the dining room cabinets. These cabinets were so deep, they were like small closets. There were boxes of things, mostly decorations and such for different holidays. There were a few people down there with me going through all the stuff. I was ridiculously happy.<br />
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This is one of those mood-setting dreams. I dreamed it this morning at around 10:00. It is now 7:45 pm and I can still picture this awesome basement kitchen. I can't figure out why the kitchen was so amazing, but thinking about it makes me feel cozy. Normally a small windowless room would make me very claustrophobic. I didn't feel that anywhere in this dream.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-3947831420167525582013-09-19T13:25:00.000-04:002013-09-19T13:48:57.738-04:00Dream 5. Levitation.My family was running an old hotel. Mine and my brother's families lived in big apartments off the lobby. The apartments had older 70's decor, lots of orange, red, and gold colors, wood panel walls, lots of macrame owls and plant hangers. There was a screened-in porch with artificial grass carpeting and lawn chairs. Charlie, the kids, and Aaron were out there hanging out, being lazy and talking.<br />
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I was there with them, sitting and playing with a pencil, then sat it down on a table and began to concentrate on it, holding my hands close to it, willing it to move. It started to levitate, but no one saw. I went out to an outer patio by myself and laid down on a lounge chair. There was a pile of junk and shoes beside me, and I stuck my feet out next to a pair of Crocs, again concentrating intensely. One of the shoes began to levitate. This time, Charlie walked out and witnessed it.<br />
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I went back inside and explained to everyone what I could do. I levitated the pencil, this time with ease, and went inside to see what else I could move with my mind. I concentrated on the sofa (the uncomfortable antique sort with fancy wooden trim), but instead of moving it, I forced sound from it. I concentrated on just one sound, one note, at first. Eventually, I had it playing the tune to Row Row Row Your Boat.<br />
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Skip forward (as I don't remember parts of the dream), I had perfected my technique and could make the furniture speak words, even full sentences, but only in my voice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-78678486455108116182013-08-11T13:07:00.004-04:002013-08-11T13:07:50.399-04:00Dream 4. A Study in Blue.I was in a pocket park that seemed to be an extension of our yard. It resembled the<a href="http://streetswiki.wikispaces.com/file/view/p1000343.jpg/130104697/255x191/p1000343.jpg"> pocket park in downtown Harrisonburg</a>. There were little spiders everywhere and I was spraying them all with bug spray, until I found this big blue spider the size of a softball. It looked more like a little octopus than a spider, and it was moving slowly back and forth across a long web that stretched across the pocket park.<br />
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I took a photo and brought it to a detective, which turned out to be Sherlock <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/0f/Benedict_Cumberbatch_filming_Sherlock_cropped2.jpg/725px-Benedict_Cumberbatch_filming_Sherlock_cropped2.jpg">(the Cumberbach version)</a>. He googled, "spider that looks like blue octopus," but before he solved my octospider (or arachnopus?) mystery, he heard of an accident over a radio and said, "This sounds important," and we quickly got a cab.<br />
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We arrived at the scene of a school bus accident. There were two buses full of teenagers on the way back from a sporting event. One of them was just dented a little, no bad damage and the kids on it were fine. The other bus had exploded. Police officers were everywhere, trying to find any traces of the kids that had been on the exploded bus. They couldn't find anything and there was a crowd forming, so we were all asked to leave the scene and go home.<br />
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There was a small forest next to the scene of the accident, and the entire crowd had to walk through it to get home. I had Lucy with me (she just sort of appeared next to me at the scene). While we were walking through the woods, we started to see feet and hands lying on the ground. People began to scream and run, realizing it was exploded teenager parts they were walking through.<br />
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Someone organized a way to remember the dead teens. They would go on a walk together, all wearing blue shirts. I didn't want to go, but I got caught up in it because I was wearing my work uniform so my shirt was blue. They assumed I did this for the walk. I was walking along with the crowd and broke away from them to help some other people (who were also wearing blue) build a wooden wall.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-45739035376593181012013-07-27T12:47:00.001-04:002013-07-27T13:44:36.202-04:00Dream 3. Chased by The JokerI dreamed that I was a teenager at a house party. I was not Jenny, I was the girl who lived in the house and my dad was throwing a party. It was a large house that resembled the white house in the movie Halloween where Laurie's friends were killed. I had a few friends with me and one seemed to be my best friend. She had a crush on a guy who looked to be maybe 40 years old. He was wearing khaki shorts and a purple t-shirt and had a long thin face. We didn't know him, but apparently he was friends with my dad. My best friend and I were sitting on the stairs, alone and away from the rest of the party, and she was telling me how much she liked the purple shirted man, and that she had never been kissed in her life.<br />
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He caught my friend, and she begged him not to kill her, that she had never even been kissed. Then he started to look normal again, and he kissed her, and she looked like she relaxed. Then he peeled her face off. Somehow her brains were coming out a little around her forehead. They were going in and out of her head as she was breathing. I ran out of the house and he ran after me, but I could still see what was happening in the room. The other man, the scientist/doctor/friend of the family came out of a door in the floor. He put my friend on a stretcher and pulled her down to his submarine, where he said he could fix her up and she would be good as new.<br />
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The Joker (this is what I'm going to call Purple Shirted Guy now) was chasing me as I was running past my neighbors' houses in the dark. I was looking more for a place to hide rather than for someone to help me. I ran past a children's birthday party. There were torches lighting the yard and hanging lanterns. I ran from it, not wanting him to follow me there and kill the children. I ran across the road, where there was a field with trees, then a river. I tried climbing a tree. I got up to one of the low branches and shimmied to the end, only to realize that the branch was bending so far down from my weight that it was nearly touching the ground. I ran to the edge of the river where the tallest weeds were waist-high, and a laid down in them. There was no sign of me, and The Joker asked some people, who were just sitting there by the river talking, if they had seen me. When he was around other people, his face became normal. People trusted him without his grin. The people hadn't seen me, and they told him so. He left me there.<br />
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I could see the rest of it, him talking to my father and the police, even though I was still hiding in the weeds in the dark by the river. He was back at my house, and no one suspected anything was amiss about this guy. He seemed genuinely worried that my friend and I were missing.<br />
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I found a file on my external hard drive, it's full of dreams. Years of my dreams. I had been posting to my main blog over the years and decided to compile them all into one epic saga of brain gibberish. I put them here more for my own enjoyment than for anyone else's, as I have an unnatural obsession with my nocturnal mind dramas. Sometimes they give me inspiration for a poem. I hope this way they won't be lost.</div>
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monday night: i was in the bathroom at night, drying off from a shower. i heard some crazy noises out in the hall. my son screaming (he screams sometimes when he's happy). my dad shouting. things hitting the walls. i was in the bathroom for a half hour hearing all this while i got dressed and put on makeup. when i finally poked my head out to see what the fuck was going on -- my dad's decapitated head rolled down the hall. i looked down the hall into the living room and saw the two men with machetes. there was a pile of bloody body parts behind them. then i woke up. </div>
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last night: i was a bird! this one started off great. i was flying through clouds with everyone else i have ever known. we were all magically transformed into birds and all of us were having the times of our lives. apparently, however, there was a trick to landing that none of us knew about, and the clouds were a lot lower than we thought. most of us hit the ground and died. i survived, but my family didn't. when we hit the ground, we were turned back into humans, and from the twisted mass of bodies, i'd say only 10% of us survived. out of thousands of people. then i woke up. </div>
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so i was at some random house babysitting (?) i guess, but the owner of the home was there and i'm not sure where the children were. anyway, there was a knock on the door and the guy that lived there answered and BOOM it was charlie sheen. he wanted to come in but the dude wouldn't let him, there was a scuffle and charlie ended up shooting the guy. and being the sheen fan that i am, i offered to help him hide the body. so we rolled the dead guy up in a rug and hid him (this is smart) in one of the CLOSETS. haha. nobody would think to look THERE. haha. </div>
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so i take off with charlie in his car and he tells me that no one would find us if we moved to france. and i was all for it "i've never been to another country before, this is gonna rock." so we got on a plane, and when we get to france, one of my friends from WA is there waiting for us. turns out she lived in france at the time and said we could stay with her. then i was like FUCK i forgot my son!</div>
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but i get back on the plane and tell them i'll be right back (apparently the plane ride only took an hour or so. i was riding SUPER PLANE) and went to pick up davey at my parents' house. and they were asking me why i was taking davey to france.</div>
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i was looking at pink jelly shoes (the kind i used to wear when i was, like, 6) and got mad because they only had a size 9 in men’s (men’s????) and then for some reason i got all exited over these plain white canvas doctor scholl's shoes with the gel insert in them, and i thought i know the gel insert didn't work when i tried them before, but maybe they'll work better if they're in actual doctor scholl's shoes.</div>
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then, i don't know if this is later on in the same dream or just a different dream, i was walking through old town winchester but it was like a war zone and there were police everywhere and gangsta looking dudes shooting and lighting firecrackers but i had to walk through it to get home, so i decide the best way to go would be to just walk directly through this shootout in the road, or it might've been the walking mall. so i start walking through and the shooting stops and the gangstas and the police just stare at me as if i'm dangerous.</div>
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at one point i heard the police whisper "i think she's concealing fireworks" and i realize they must think my snickers bar is a weapon and i get scared that they'll shoot me so i just hold my hand up (snickers and all) and walk the rest of the way through, and when i get to the crossroad (i am now up against a building shimmying to the street, ready to run the rest of the way home), i look around the corner of the building and there is this big butch woman with a buzz cut and a gun telling me she's got my back and to run for it.</div>
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i was back in community college, only taking 2 classes. my calculus teacher was my high school bio teacher (scary dude that i always thought resembled a rat), and my psych teacher was kevin anderson, who played ben, the drama teacher guy from Sleeping With the Enemy. i accidentally went to my psych class 3 times in one day. some guy in psych made a presentation about why he thought the teacher was the antichrist, and he had all these overhead slides from the movie Sleeping With the Enemy of him dancing with Julia Roberts (though i'm not sure how that was supposed to prove his point). mandy (my bestest friend) was there, and i would walk around and talk to her between classes, and for some reason, it was dark out.</div>
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there was a big gym with a ramp going up it, and one of my male friends (though i don't remember who) had to lead this college tour for a group of starving third world children who were all wearing loincloths. so i started walking and talking with him and when i looked back, i realized the children were sneaking away from him and running back into the gym.</div>
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i was working at some type of computer store warehouse type place in winchester, but all the people i worked with at hastings in WA were working there. for some reason we were all trying to recover from some type of massive theft. we were all there til at least midnight, except me and a few other people who stayed til after 1am. i had to give this girl a ride home. when we headed out to the parking lot, there were three vehicles parked, kind of spread out. one was my mom in her minivan. she had been babysitting davey and was going to follow me home (home? not sure where i live in this dream, i guess in winchester...which started to look more and more like kennewick, WA) and drop davey off.</div>
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i crossed to the other side of the parking lot to my van (i'm driving a full size van in this dream, WTF). the chick and i got into the van and before i could start it, the driver's side door flies open and a man's arm goes around my neck and i'm yanked out of the van. the dude held a gun to my head. for some reason he thought i was the other chick, who was his ex-girlfriend. and that's all i remember.</div>
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um. something about rafts and pirates, and um... i think the plan was to start at virginia beach and just...raft to brazil. but it was ok, because i had a pirate with me. i'm pretty sure it was johnny depp. and then we stopped in this town where there was a hostage situation going on with small children involved, and i went in and saved one of them. </div>
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then i was with...i guess it was supposed to be in some way, my family since it felt that way, but i honestly don't think i knew the people, i was at this house with my supposed "family" and we were all waiting up for my cousin who went out to celebrate her 21st birthday with my older cousin (who actually was my cousin, becky). i was sitting in some type of sun porch, the type my grandparents had before grandpa died and grandma moved up the hill to the woods. these two snakes came in through the window and one of them had this HUGE lump, like it ate a cat or something, and they both had these massive fangs and one of them tried wrapping around my leg, but it wasn't squeezing or anything, it was like it was just trying to say hello. after that i kind of thought it was cute, but the other one with the cat-lump still scared the shit out of me.</div>
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i was at a university, and i wasn't me but some other girl. it was weird because i could think for myself, but i couldn't control her, i could only hear her thoughts and watched her do things from her POV. a friend of mine from high school was there, and both he and the girl were competing for some type of scientific award, but my friend was trying to steal ideas from this girl.</div>
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then, for some reason, all of that was over, things flashed into the future, and the girl had won the award. she was then at this river learning how to swim with another girl from the university, and all the sudden the river started bubbling, like boiling, and steam or something started rising from it. the girl's friend said, "i smell sulfur," and they both ran into the woods screaming, "THE ACID WILL KILL US ALL!!"</div>
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the girl's friend collapsed and died. the girl kept running through the woods and then, mind you i was still seeing from the chicks POV, we emerged from the trees, arriving at the mall in winchester. and i was back to being me all of a sudden.</div>
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my brother was there. for some reason he offered to buy me popcorn from a popcorn stand in the mall. i was like "sure" but what i didn't know was that they bagged the popcorn and sat it on a remote controlled car and you had to chase it around the mall to get it. my brother had a good laugh. at my expense. that almost sounds like real life, though.</div>
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i was visiting at my old high school, at a drama class. not the same drama teacher as i had in high school but i saw him there, only he looked more like richard dreyfuss. this drama teacher i was visiting, she read my palm and then had me pass out papers or something, and i was like "wtf, i'm only visiting you, I’m not part of the class" and she was like "but it's in your palm, you are my helper"</div>
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after that i roamed the halls, and instead of the ratty looking yellow paint from when i went there, there was carpet on the walls. there were little tv's at each corner playing a video that made it look like they were little fireplaces. and all the lockers were digital or something, all the students had little key cards. it was all high tech. i was jealous.</div>
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then the kids started going home, and i noticed all these wicked awesome cars parked in the field next to where the city busses parked, they were all "pimped out" or whatever, but i saw this awesome one, it was a hearse and it had a bed in the back, and i saw one of the kids just hop in it and go to sleep instead of going home, it was so weird.</div>
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then i guess i had to take the city bus home, but it was getting dark and i had a hard time finding the 26 bus (at least i think that's what bus it was) to take me to the transit center, there were like, 30 city busses parked outside the school, so somehow i ended up getting on an airplane.</div>
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there was a lot of family over. everyone was trying to wake me up but i just couldn't. i looked around my bedroom and i had mountains of trash, junk, and broken electronics piled everywhere. it was a disgusting junkyard. davey and some of my cousins were in on my floor watching TV. i realized i was sleeping naked and had to convince them to leave the room before i got out of bed.</div>
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flash forward to the car. we were all driving somewhere long distance. maybe iowa? i really dunno. but we were all in our own cars, so there was a trail of maybe 12 cars or so following each other. i had a friend of mine from WA with me (who i call 'horsefuckah'), which actually didn't seem so weird because VA and WA had melded together into one place.</div>
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we stopped in some parking lot to stretch, and my brother pushed me outta my car and said he was gonna drive, and that i could go drive his minivan. his death-metal-redneck buddy was with him, and they just took off with davey and horsefuckah still in the backseat. i got all pissed off and got into my brother's minivan and followed them.</div>
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everyone started pulling over, as if they heard a siren or something, but i couldn't hear or see anything of the sort. i couldn't find a place to pull over, either, so i had to keep going all slow. my asshole brother's voice came barking through a CB radio on the floor, "pull over or speed up, idiot, whaddaya think you're doing?" i saw my car in front of me, my brother had pulled over also. i was confused. i watched horsefuckah jump outta the car and run to a house across the road. WTF...</div>
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apparently we never made it to where we were going, because all the sudden we were all back at home. i asked WTF happened to horsefuckah, and my brother told me he went to go visit my friend, princess. then i went down in the basement and got this really old black and white TV/radio, took it upstairs to my room to fix it. then i watched sesame street.</div>
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1. working at hastings, but they were going out of business so the stock was almost gone and there were crowds of people fighting over things. adria felt a ghost presence and freaked out, took her into backroom and she talked about a dead black lady that was standing over her, so we all talked to it. attached to the backroom was a holding room for shoplifters and it was full of mexican families for some reason. they hadn't even shoplifted, so i didn't know why they were there. there were armed security guards everywhere, though.</div>
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4. cops looking for a murderer in the woods, so i go out for a walk down this little path...through the woods and see this dude wearing a suit and tie, but holding a cardboard shield and sword covered in foil. he was just lurking in the shadows, he wasn't trying to attack anyone.</div>
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<b>Saturday, August 27, 2005</b></div>
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i was dana scully, FBI agent from the x-files. i had followed this guy to a hotel where i watched him make out with an older businessman. i was going to arrest him for gay prostitution. so after he left the hotel, i followed him to a church, but inside it turned out to be a movie theater, but people were in there praying. i waited out in my car and caught him on the way out. then for some reason i drove him to his house to get a change of clothes. i let the guy go in alone, but he ran straight through the house, to the back door and out to his car parked in the back. somehow i knew he would do this and i was waiting for him by his car, and then i handcuffed him.</div>
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<b>Tuesday, August 30, 2005</b></div>
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i was out at this gas station/used car lot that looked a lot like a Sheetz but twice as big. it was late evening and i was there with my brother. he was trying to talk down the price of an old school bus. apparently i was really interested in buying one.</div>
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next dream. i had just been hired on with a landscaping company, along with this really airheaded teenage boy. we were both supposed to be working laying grass seed down at some guy's house. i was to do the backyard, and he was to do the front yard. when i finished in the back, i came around front to see if the doofus was almost done. i rounded the corner and he sprayed me with the hose, trying to be funny. then i noticed that instead of grass seed, he had laid down Legos and little plastic toys. i was like, "NO!!" and ran around gathering them up before the boss saw.</div>
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<b>Friday, September 02, 2005</b></div>
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a mob guy that lived on my street kidnapped davey. he kept my mom and i and two other women locked in the empty master bedroom of one of the houses on the street. the windows overlooked all the backyards. it was halloween and there was a big corn maze out back with lots of kids running around in costumes. davey was dressed like a ghost. and he was having fun. my mom still had her cell phone and slipped into the bathroom to call someone. i wondered why they let her keep her cell phone.</div>
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i started describing all the physical pain i was going to inflict on the mob guy if i ever came face to face with him. the guy had two bodyguards, and apparently he didn't pay them or something, so they turned on him. they grabbed the guy and dragged him upstairs to me, holding his arms so he could hardly move. i beat the SHIT out of the guy. he was bloodied beyond recognition. i got davey back. it turned out this guy had a wife and a child of his own, but he left them, moved further down the street and started kidnapping children. i saw his wife on the news begging him to come back to her.</div>
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<b>Wednesday, September 28, 2005</b></div>
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i was working at a supermarket...cleaning the floors. i didn't like it (big surprise there). i went home, then the next day, i got a phone call. i could hardly understand the person on the other end, so for some reason i just assumed it was someone from the supermarket calling me in to work. i was like, "sure, ok." a little bit later, an amish dude came up to the house. apparently he had sold me a car the day before (HA, an amish car salesman, gawd) and he said that it was in the contract that since he sold the car to me, i had to marry him. we were standing in the front yard talking. i was trying to back slowly into the house so i could run in and lock the door. i was trying to tell him that's not the way things work, and i would just sell him the car back in that case, and he was like, "no, no, my mother has it all arranged."</div>
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<b>Saturday, October 08, 2005</b></div>
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new orleans had been rebuilt. but instead of a city, it was being advertised that it had been changed into a giant theme park. everyone wanted to go, but were having a hard time getting in. i saw people in lines on foot waiting to get into the airports and bus stations to get to new orleans. so i hopped in line. dani and rachel were there. apparently people just got in line and were told whether they were going to fly to new orleans or take a bus. the line was moving past my house (which was not really my house now, but it was in the dream). people were trying to break in through my windows, so i had to get out of line and run back to pry them away from the windows. i had some kind of alarm system i rigged, hooked up to my stereo. i got back in line to find out we were flying to new orleans.</div>
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i don't remember the plane trip. it was almost as if we were beamed there. the theme park was based on the hurricane devastation whatnot. the city didn't look entirely different, there was still wrecked and flooded houses and buildings, the only difference being that now people were laughing and swimming around in it and having fun.</div>
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i think i just drove home after that. i don't know how my car got there, and for some reason it took only about 20 minute to drive from there back to virginia. i stopped by some house to show some kid the proper way to throw a boomerang, which didn't really look like a boomerang, but was chicken shaped. but it worked as a boomerang. i threw it too hard and it went down their chimney. then i took off real fast in my car.</div>
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<b>Wednesday, October 12, 2005</b></div>
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flash forward a few days. the store changed managers and for some reason they moved most of the stuff out of the store and only carried a few things, like paper and pencils and pens and notebooks, etc, making the store about the size of my bedroom, with one register. everyone but me, some other dude and of course the new manager, was fired. we sat around all day contemplating whether we should move the store into the mall, since it was so small.</div>
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then i was in Staples, something to do with working at office max, i dunno, but i started complaining because in the middle of all the office supplies, there was one of those refrigerated food islands, like they keep the pre made sammiches in at the wal mart deli. i was yelling at them, because all they had in it was turkey. not sammiches, either. big whole turkeys. i was like, "not everybody likes turkey, y'know! you're discriminating against ham eaters!"</div>
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next dream. saw my old friend from high school in walmart, she had gone completely bonkers, and apparently walmart had valet parking, because i went to go get my car but i didn't know where it was parked and all the people doing the valet parking were having sex with each other in the parking lot.</div>
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<b>Monday, October 17, 2005</b></div>
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i was in an abandoned hospital in the middle of a shopping center parking lot in winchester. it was the middle of the night and no one was around. i was by myself, pregnant and in labor. i delivered my own baby. afterwards, my dad showed up, and was like, "well that's great, what's it's name." i was like, "hm," and turned the baby upside-down to see if it was a boy or a girl. "Lucy Jane." i got home and the neighbors were having some sort of wake in their front yard, there was a bunch of people dressed in black. i went inside the house and realized i didn't have any diapers for lucy. it was as if i didn't prepare at all for having a baby. so my brother and his girlfriend (who looked like his old girlfriend) went out to get diapers. i let davey hold his baby sister. he was so happy and carrying her all over the house. i don't know how i had the baby, it was like immaculate conception.</div>
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<b>Sunday, October 23, 2005</b></div>
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first dream: chillin on the beach with Daniel...and one of the giant fruit guys from the Fruit of the Loom commercials. the sky looked all fake. we were all trying to think up something to dream about. i think i realized it was a dream, but i don't recall any more of it.</div>
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second dream : i was at this theatre. but instead of a play, there was supposedly celebrity gymnastics going on, and Paris Hilton was on the rings (the ones that are normally in men's gymnastics). the chick she was competing against apparently had a fight with her and dropped out of the competition, so they were looking for someone in the audience to stand in.</div>
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this lady and her little white dog volunteered. she resembled Camryn Manheim. she was wearing a white dress. she did an interpretive dance, slayed on the rings and won the competition. afterwards, i partied with the theater people. it was like i was old friends of theirs. we were sitting around and telling stories.</div>
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i was trying to play matchmaker with some of them and hooked up Cameron Diaz with some creepy stagehand. well, when everyone got drunk, the creepy stagehand started telling us how he killed all these people, like women and lots of children. when he described them, we all had these sort of flashbacks and could actually see him doing them.</div>
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he told us how he killed his dad when he was little and we all saw how he did it. he had this gun that looked like a toy, and he was in the car with his dad and little brother, and the babysitter. he and the sitter got out of the car at the post office, but he got back in and shot his dad in the head.</div>
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we were trying to act like we were still his buddies because we didn't want to be next, but as soon as he left, i followed him to this junkyard and beat the crap out of him with a shovel. the dude died and i tied him up in a trash bag.</div>
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a trash guy came by and i made small talk with him while i sneakily popped the bag with the dead dude in it (which for some reason was really lightweight) into the back of the trash man's truck.</div>
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<b>Tuesday, November 08, 2005</b></div>
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i was still in high school, and in some type of gang, with a bunch of girls i've known throughout life. we all thought we were pretty badass. we were at an assembly/play in the auditorium and took off in the middle of it to smoke in the bathroom.</div>
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next dream, i was at heather's house with davey, (only it wasn't really heather's house that i remember from real life), and they had a big pool. davey was begging to go swimming so i let him, but then i realized i had no swimsuit for myself. i ended up walking out there to swim in my skivvies (in the dream, i was much smaller than i am now). when i got out to the pool, it turned out she was having a pool party and everyone turned and stared when i walked out of the door.</div>
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<b>Saturday, November 12, 2005</b></div>
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it was night time, and i was in the town i grew up in, in northern virginia. i was trying to convince my two older brothers that i was dead but they wouldn't believe me. to prove it to them, i took them to <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/@38.7993113,-77.6158532,3a,37.5y,30.49h,89.93t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1shF15PtHHESjaTsL_EJV1Cw!2e0!7i13312!8i6656" target="_blank">our old church</a>, a tiny methodist church with a small graveyard behind it. i showed them my grave and they finally believed that i was dead. we heard music coming from inside the church, even though it was past midnight, and took a peek inside. it was full of people singing hymns, and my parents were sitting in the front pew holding davey.</div>
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<b>Saturday, November 19, 2005</b></div>
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i dreamed i was in high school, but was the same age i am now, and i went door to door to do this fundraiser, but instead of selling wrapping paper and cookies and whatnot, i was selling cups of coffee i had made and my poetry. i was still living in WA, with my parents. i went down the hill to where our old landlord normally lived, and i went up to the door and Benny Hinn opened it. he bought some coffee and a poem and sat there and talked with me for a while and funny enough, he never once talked about god or religion, he was just some nice normal guy, it was weird. when i got home i was upset because i was selling the coffee in my coffee mugs instead of styrofoam cups like i had planned to, and Benny Hinn had just taken my Nightmare Before Christmas mug.</div>
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then i was back in school and i was skipping every class and hanging out in the cafeteria, which for some reason looked like a Costco, but with no one shopping. there was a janitor setting up MP3 players and stereos on shelves. i followed him around talking to him, and he asked me why i was never in class, and i told him i didn't see the point of going to class when i had already graduated from high school seven years ago.</div>
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then i guess i was at home, my parents had just got home from shopping at Costco...i mean the high school (???) and my dad got all upset because they had picked up a huge two pack of ketchup when there was already some in the pantry. i was looking in the refrigerator and said i saw a bottle of ketchup in the back of the top shelf in there, also. but i grabbed it to show them, and apparently it was really old because the ketchup had turned white. everyone started gagging.</div>
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<b>Wednesday, November 23, 2005</b></div>
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first dream (is very hazy and vague).i remember driving around chasing some type of weird little car. i dunno what was so weird about it, just that it was not a normal car at all, and that it was very important that i catch it. then i was parked out front of a deserted movie theater at dusk. then i was in an underground parking lot. i got out of my car and a bomb went off.</div>
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next dream. i was in the mall, in Hot Topic. i had told my mom i was going to the theater to see a movie but i went to the mall to look for umbrellas instead. Hot Topic had a ton of umbrellas in the back. for some reason, there was no roof at the front corner of the store and it was raining in, really pouring. all the employees were standing under the hole in the roof, smoking and getting totally drenched. i saw a Little Mermaid dayplanner that i wanted. i looked at some christmas display they had and saw a coca cola bear music box thing that i bought for my mom. it was $27.</div>
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next dream. i was at home, chatting online and digging around in my closet at the same time. i found my mancala board in the back of my closet and got all excited for some reason, so i went to lappy and told the daniel, "i found my keyboard," and he says, "i thought you already found that," so i say, "i mean, i found my recorder," and he's like, "i thought you already found that, too." so finally i get it right and say i found my mancala board. but i realize that it doubles as a recorder (i dunno how) and i start playing songs on it.</div>
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then somehow, online, i had ordered our cat, Sandy...as a kitten. (???) i mean, Sandy was still here, it's just that somehow i was able to buy her like she was when she was a kitten. i walked by with it and big Sandy hissed at kitten Sandy. then i went into the kitchen with my mom, and our old cat, C.C. was sitting in there on the table. i put the kitten in front of him and he started rubbing up against it and licking it, and he let the kitten climb up on his back and sit on his neck.</div>
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<b>Friday, January 06, 2006</b></div>
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i was moving out of my parents' house, except their house looked different and was much bigger. most of my stuff was up in the attic and i was afraid to go up because the hole in the ceiling to get up there was really small. then when i opened it up, all these spiders ran out and i ran. my dad said to go look for the bug spray in the back yard, so i went back there and saw a skunk. my dad came out and said it was his new pet, and the mofo was sitting right next to the bug spray, so when i went to get it, it sprayed me in the face. my dad thought that was the funniest thing ever. so i found my mom and rubbed up against her just to be an asshole.</div>
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<b>Monday, January 23, 2006</b></div>
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i woke up and my parents were here. i dunno how they got in, since they don't have a key, but hey, it's a dream. anyways, my mom had cleaned my entire house, and they were just making sure i felt better, then they left. </div>
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i went outside to bring the trash can in from the road or something and some teenage girl rollerbladed over and decided to befriend me against my will, and then rollerbladed into my kitchen. i opened my fridge and had a bunch of shrimp in there. i was like...when did i buy shrimp. so then the girl is telling me her little sister is coming over, too, and that they're going to chill at my house until their mom shows up to take them to some church thing. i was too nice to tell her to get the hell out of my house. so her little 10 year old sister shows up with their mom and invites me to the church thing, and i give every excuse to get out of it, like, "I've got a lot of cleaning to do," which they didn't buy, because my house was already clean thanks to my mom. they got all upset because they thought i hated them, and the mom was like, "they're never coming over here again," which was a relief.</div>
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then an old friend of mine from WA showed up, apparently he was going to move in with me but i had forgotten all about it and i was so bummed that i wasn't going to have the house to myself. he set up some sort of hammock thing in the living room since i had taken up both of the bedrooms. then he set up a stereo and started blasting that In the Summertime song by Mungo Jerry and that was just plain weird. it was like he was mad at me or something because he wouldn't even talk to me at all, he just moved some of his stuff in and then sat out on the front porch avoiding me.</div>
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then one of my old best friends from WA showed up in the parking lot...which was in the front of the townhouses in my dream instead of in the back. she just sat in her car honking the horn, like she wanted me to go out there, but i didn't want to because my new roommate was sitting out on the front porch and i didn't want to be around him because he was mad at me. so she came in and gave me some housewarming present and starting dancing around my living room to the In the Summertime song, which was playing on a loop</div>
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<b>Tuesday, May 02, 2006</b></div>
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i was outside a deserted roller rink. it was on the edge of the campus of my old high school. my old friend, michelle, was sitting on a bench with me, and both of us were dressed very goth. some guy came over to talk to us about being goth, he said he was from the newspaper. we agreed to talk to him, but he said he had things to do at the moment, but could we meet him there at that bench at midnight. we agreed.</div>
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i think we sat there the whole day, until this other dude showed up (i recognized him in the dream, but now i don't remember who it was) and apparently this was michelle's boyfriend. he had a couple other people with him, with which it seemed we were all friends, and we went into the roller rink. instead of a wood floor, there was ice down, so we all put on ice skates and little ice-skater outfits and went at it (i have never ice skated in my life, yet i was twirling around on the ice like a pro).</div>
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after awhile the random friends left and it was just michelle skating with her boyfriend, and me, the third wheel. i was getting all bummed and then this guy that i used to work with walked in and popped on some ice skates and started skating with me. it was like some kind of weird competition between michelle and i, like a skate-off, haha. it was just more awkward with me because i was taller than my skating partner.</div>
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then i guess the rink was closing and they forced us out really fast (there was just the four of us there, plus the guy working there) and i never got a chance to get dressed, i was still in my ice skating outfit, but everyone else was dressed and walking back out to the bench outside. my normal clothes were still inside the building as they were locking it up, so i was stuck looking like a fruitcake.</div>
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i tried calling the newspaper dude on my cell and didn't get an answer, and by then it seemed to be really late, like 3am of something. everyone else started to go home, and i started freaking out and crying for some reason. i hopped in a convertible and started driving like a drunk. somehow i turned into Elton John...i mean, i was still ME, i just looked like him...and i was still wearing the ice skating outfit. i wrecked the car down this steep hill beside the road somewhere. people heard it and came running saying, "look, it's elton john," i was so relieved that no one would know it was really me.</div>
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<b>Wednesday, June 14, 2006</b></div>
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i was at a high school photo shoot for their graduation. i was with my friend (who was only my friend in the dream, i never knew anyone like that in real life) and we were helping out. guys that i remember from high school were hanging out and hitting on the high school girls and getting their pictures taken with them.</div>
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after the photo shoot thing, i fell asleep at this house and had a dream about a cowboy trying to sleep in the woods and hide himself so he wouldn't get scalped by an indian (ahem...native american). one found him, but instead of being scared, the cowboy handed the indian a magic sledgehammer and he turned into the tin man from the wizard of oz. then the two of them played hide and seek.</div>
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i woke up...and then i don't remember much til i'm on this bus with my aforementioned friend and jared leto (although it wasn't actually jared leto in the dream, it just looked like him). it was like airplane seating, with three across and i was sitting in between the two of them. we all had headphones on and were listening to music. the bus driver stopped the bus and told everyone that she wasn't going anywhere until someone stopped tossing cans of green beans around. i caught some of the cans and stuffed them in my knapsack. jared leto was holding a kitten, and he was moving in all close to me so he could hear what music i was listening to. then i was like, "OH WOW, i just had the weirdest dream last night," and proceeded to tell them the dream about the cowboy and indian.</div>
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then we were all at my friends house, i guess she lived with her mom. she was telling leto and i all about her dad, he was a drug dealer and into gangs and all that. her mom pulled up to the house and told her that her dad had just been murdered. she seemed to be relieved and wanted to move away. so the three of us decided to move into the house that i had fallen asleep in earlier.</div>
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this was a house that i had dreamed of before, it was three stories, had a giant playroom and the upstairs bedroom was haunted. for some reason i thought it was my grandma's old house even though now that i'm awake i know it's not. i was terrified of the upstairs bedroom, it was evil. i had flashbacks of opening the door and things were flying around the room and the lights were really dim. the only light, actually, came from the bathroom at the far end of it.</div>
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<b>Sunday, July 23, 2006</b></div>
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in my dream, charlie died. i was told he killed himself. his ghost was haunting downtown harrisonburg. i was in my car and saw him driving around, but he was all see-through, and his car was a ghost, too. i saw his bumper stickers (the save-the-earth type one and the one that says The Little Grill) and started crying, but then he disappeared. so i started frantically searching for his ghost everywhere. i finally found his ghost at the library, in the video section. he didn't say a word, he just stood there looking at me. then some dude behind me asked me for directions to somewhere and when i turned back around, charlie's ghost was gone. so i told this guy that i would show him where this place was (i think it was some sort of bar), got in my car and let him follow me. but i got lost because downtown harrisonburg was suddenly huge, like 4 times as big.</div>
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<b>Friday, December 01, 2006</b></div>
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it started out when i was young, maybe 10. i was at a christmas party at my house (although, since this is a dream, it nowhere near resembled the house i actually grew up in). i was in the living room with a bunch of other kids, and one of them was a boy i had a crush on. i don't remember his face or name, only that he seemed somewhat above me and although he knew i was there, he purposely ignored me because i was a few years younger and a girl.</div>
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now i am a teenager, maybe 14. another social gathering at my parents' house and again i am admiring him from afar, although it's not just a crush this time, i'm actually in love with him. apparently i look nothing like i really did at that age. since this is a dream, i am somewhat attractive, and although he is again with his friends, playing around and being obnoxious, he starts to notice me a bit more. i still get this feeling that he and i aren't even in the same league, although this impression doesn't come from his attitude. he's grown up and a bit softer, kinder but darker, as if he knows this cosmic secret that could destroy all of mankind, but he's too nice to tell it.</div>
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he's reading alone at some point, and i am watching him, hidden. when he leaves, he drops the book by accident and i pick it up and put it in my purse. it's a philosophical book, which makes me appreciate him more. there is something beyond words between the two of us, i can't explain it now, even while i'm awake.</div>
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again, flash forward. i am in my twenties now. there are military men in my parents' house. as if they're heroes returning from a war. he is there, one of the heroes but this time no friends around him. he appears constantly troubled, and somehow i know he's keeping a big secret. he's extremely standoffish, although he was the biggest (and youngest) hero of them all. i am in agony seeing him so sad, and i am more in love with him than before.</div>
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somehow i approach him and show him his old book i've been treasuring all those years, and this seems extremely important to him, as if he's lost everything he cares about but then finds something that he never lost but never knew he had, which he cares about more than anything. and i guess that was me. hopefully it wasn't the book.</div>
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we have a beautiful melancholy romance in secret, because we know we're both misunderstood and no one would accept it. we decide to run away together, but as we decide this, he finds out that he has this top secret assignment which would require moving away from everyone that he knows and loves and cutting off all contact. he decides to sneak me away with him, and my parents help. my mom drives me halfway to his new house, so people will see him leaving alone.</div>
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we meet up at this karaoke restaurant. i think all they served was spaghetti. he seems upset, and i find out that he can sense the future, possibly he's a bit psychic. he can't see what is going to happen, but he knows it's going to be bad. i believe him, but go with him anyways, because if something bad was going to happen to him, i wasn't going to let him go through it all alone. so after we eat, i go out to the parking lot and put my bags into his car, and davey and i (yes, i was still a mom in this dream, even though in the dream, i was never with another man) get into his car and off we go.</div>
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i can't begin to explain how happy i felt in this dream. even with this foreshadow of disaster, it was bliss. euphoric. like the best drugs ever made.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-24347152533075467202013-06-26T21:29:00.002-04:002013-06-26T21:30:28.528-04:00Dream 2. Bukowski and HikingSo, I have only posted one dream. Lame. I remember bits of my dreams from last night, but I have a bad cold. This means I sound even more like a muppet than normal, so I guess some of these posts will just be...typed.<br />
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I dreamed that I worked in a video store. A lot like Hastings. Big stretch there. And Charles Bukowski walked up to the counter. He asked me to find him a video. He gave me little descriptions, and by the time I got the full picture of what he actually wanted, I realized it was a documentary about himself. I was suddenly in a small apartment with him, asking him if he wanted wine or liquor.<br />
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Next dream, I was hiking through a sparse forest with my mother. It felt like there was something in the trees that I was really excited for people to see. Don't remember if we found it, I probably woke up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141179449250888550.post-64460824155915578752013-06-04T14:13:00.001-04:002013-06-04T17:04:37.517-04:00Dream 1. Murder, Bleeding, and Accidental Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've had this idea for awhile, for a dream diary. I know it's not exactly original, the idea, but I needed a place to store my subconscious movies. I had been typing them out and posting them to my blog or sometimes Facebook, but I think I lose something in the process of typing them out. These will be the audio recordings from when I first wake up, of me retelling the dreams when they are still fresh in my memory (and yes, I normally recall several per night).<br />
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The video part will hopefully become more interesting as I learn how to do different things with it. Right now, just deal with a pretty picture while you listen to me ramble. The audio is also a bit scratchy and messy, it's the voice recorder on my phone. I'll try to find a way to make future audio sound cleaner, but for now, whatever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0