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dreaming of the big apple

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ESC
on Wednesday, March 5, 2008
in in dreams
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Last night, I dreamt I was in New York City.  I was riding in the back of a car that must have had a sunroof, because I was lying back and looking up to see all the gorgeous tall buildings as we rode past.  We passed the Chrysler building, which gleamed in the bright sun of a cloudless.  I made a note that I wanted to see the inside of it on this trip.  I was speaking to someone in the car with me, but I don’t know who it was.  Later, my whole family showed up to see me at the hotel (not sure which one).  And I mean my WHOLE family, even those passed on.  They came to see me, and were so happy when I showed up.  I was surrounded by my family and in a fun place, and I was so happy I couldn’t stop smiling.

The smile was still on my face when I woke up.

dream killer

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on Saturday, February 17, 2007
in conversations and in dreams
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I was being very quiet, but trying to move quickly. But he kept diving out of the way just in time. In an attempt to be humane, I was using a plastic container to try to trap him, but he was too fast for me, and found hidden holes to scamper down into. I moved dishes out of the way. Where did these tall towers of dishes come from, anyway? Finally, I had enough. I grabbed a frying pan, and ducked down out of sight, and waited. I heard him emerge. I saw him peak curiously over the edge of the table. Pointy noise, whiskers, black beady eyes, dark grey fur. A big, HUGE…rat. Finally, when he turned away from the edge, I quickly stood up, raised the frying pan high in the air, and brought it down with all my might.

*THWACK!*

“OW! Babe???!!!”

“zzzzz…hmmm…what?”

“you just hit me!”

“what? oh…OH! oh I’m sorry!”

“were you dreaming?”

“yeah…I was trying to kill a rat, I think”

“a rat?”

“just be glad I didn’t really have a frying pan in my hand”

dooby dooby dooo

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on Tuesday, August 29, 2006
in in dreams
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Last night, I dreamt that I was at an unfamiliar school with lots of friends whom I didn’t recognize. I was in graduate school, I think, but studying what? Who knows. Actually, I think the school was in a mall. Classy. Anyway, we were all excited because a good friend (again, someone I don’t currently know) was opening up a brand new store, and teaching a class in it.

We all eagerly piled into her store, and she began teaching, and it was GREAT because she was our friend. At one point, she pulled out a very complicated machine and said she was going to demonstrate blood dialysis. Then a guy stood out, obviously a school administrator who looked vaguely like this actor, and started yelling. He told the instructor that she was out of line doing this demonstrationg, that it was innappropriate and dangerous, because the dialysis machine’s battery was unstable. There was lots of yelling from all of us. I was yelling, too, and I was DETERMINED to write a letter of complaint to…someone.

Then my friends and I left with the instructor. We were hanging out, and someone had…pot. I think it might have been the instructor. She expertly sprinkled some on a wrapper, rolled it up, licked it, and lit up. Then she handed me the bag and left. I looked in the bag - it looked like pot pourri. It was a mess. I tried to pick out what looked like the good bits, but I had never smoked pot before so I didn’t really know what I was doing. I tried to roll it into the paper, but it looked all wonky and wrong. I kept licking the edge to seal it, until the paper ripped. I was too nervous to ask for another one because I didn’t want my friends thinking I was lame.

Eventually, I got something that looked about right, but there were too many people around to light up. I put it in my pocket. For the rest of my dream, I wandered around this mall/campus looking for a place to smoke it, and completely paranoid that I would get caught. I kept looking around for drug sniffing dogs.

And that was my dream. By the way, I’ve NEVER smoked pot before, so I have NO idea where this all came from.

Dreaming of bloggers

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on Friday, July 7, 2006
in in dreams
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Last night I dreamt that Mike had fathered children with bloggers - one with Lovisa, and one with someone I didn’t recognize. Somehow I was living with both women and babies, and all was good, when we got a letter from Mike. He said that he wanted his babies back, because he was dating a very nice woman who bought him a mercedes, and therefore he felt that she would be a good mother to them.

Lovisa and the other woman were upset. I tried to cheer them up by writing friendly notes all over the mean letter from Mike. And giving them balloons. I was really upset, too. How could Mike be so cruel??? Later, we put the babies in the mailbox to be sent to California.

Seriously, what the hell did I eat before bedtime? I swear, I didn’t drink ANY alcohol.

messed up dreams

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evilsciencechick
on Friday, March 3, 2006
in in dreams
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Last night, I dreamt I was raped.

I was in a doctor’s office. I had never seen the doctor before, and I had no idea WHAT I was seeing him for. But all of a sudden, I was naked on the exam table, and I couldn’t move my arms or legs.

He raped me, but it wasn’t violent. He just casually started having sex with me. There were several women nurses in there, too, and they just went about their business like it was totally normal.

I remember thinking, “I don’t want this. Why is this happening?”

It was over quickly, and one of the nurses could see I was upset and said “Don’t worry, it’s only sex!”

And then another nurse smeared a cream cheese and chive mixture on the bottom of my feet.

Then I woke up.

OK, interpret THAT!