I Sleep, I Dream|
[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in
Dreaming dreams' LiveJournal:
|Monday, March 5th, 2007|
I dreamed I had a baby. I named her Samantha, forgetting entirely that Jeremy's cousin was named Samantha, and that I actually didn't really like the name all that much, either. Somehow, I had posted her name on my website as Wendy, which is even lower on my list of baby names. I decided immediately that I was going to change her name, but I hadn't picked a replacement name yet. My mom was upset because the website had the wrong name, and I was having a really hard time coming up with a name. I knew I wanted it to start with a "P", but none of the names I came up with (I recall Penelope and Polly being in the running) seemed to fit.
She was a quiet baby, and literally no work at all. She slept for the first 24 hours of her life, and when she woke up, she just wanted to nurse, but didn't even cry. I remember thinking that it was a little bit strange that she was so little work.
|Tuesday, September 26th, 2006|
I came home from a weekend away to discover that my husband was five months pregnant with twins: a boy and a girl. Actually, I came home to more than that, since one of the babies had slipped out when the doctor was doing some kind of status procedure, so I actually was a parent. The baby that had been born was very tiny, but he/she was doing well, healthwise. The other baby was apparently going to stay in for the full term. (At first, in the dream, it was the boy who had slipped out first, but later on in the dream, it was the girl.) I vaguely remember trying to decide how to write about this odd twist at entering parenthood on my blog.
|Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006|
Dream: I was entered in a 2000-mile bicycle race with Lance Armstrong. (Although I don't think I would be able to tell Lance Armstrong from Adam in real life, and he was played by a friend of mine for the purposes of this dream.) As the race was about to start, I almost decided not to race, because I became overwhelmed at the prospect of such a long race that I knew I would lose, and let Lance Armstrong go on without me. But, it just didn't feel right waiting by the sidelines and saying goodbye, so I changed my mind and began the race. I kept trying to calculate in my head how long a 2000-mile race would take. I kept getting as far as "1 hour at 2000 mph, 2 hours at 1000 mph, 4 hours at 500 mph", but then something would distract me and I wouldn't finish the calculations. It was a really convoluted race route, and I would stop for way too long after each, short leg of the journey. Every time I got back on my bike to keep going, Lance Armstrong was right there beside me. At first, I figured it was because he was just being nice and wanted to make sure I stayed in long enough to get into the swing of it and finish the race, and that he was so much better than everyone that he would easily take them later. But I gradually realized that he was planning on sticking with me for the entire race. At one strange turn in the race that went underneath a school, I stopped to get my map out and figure out where I was supposed to go next. My mom and brother were there to cheer me on, and they were trying to help me figure out the race route on the little race pamphlet. Lance Armstrong was there, and I realized how completely unprepared I was for this race. He would have studied the map for weeks, and memorized all the turns, and I was ashamed that I was slowing him down so much. I told him to go ahead and go on without me, I was ruining his chance at winning. He told me he was enjoying the company, and didn't really care if he won this race or not. As we started biking away, he told me that if his ex-wife had been more willing to bike with him on occasion, he might still be married today.
|Monday, April 17th, 2006|
For some reason, I had acquired a tupperware tray filled with about a dozen baby cobras. I think I wanted them for a science experiment or something, but I quickly realized that it was a really dumb idea. I was on someone's property, and I started thinking about what would happen when there were 12 full-sized cobras hanging around. I needed to get rid of them. We debated all kinds of options, none of which seemed good, and finally, I just stuck the lid on the container and put them in the freezer. It was the easiest solution, and I figured it would kill them all at once, although I was a little worried they might come back to life when they thawed out. I wasn't 100% sure if any of the cobras had escaped before I put them in the freezer, but I figured one or two cobras were better than 12.
|Tuesday, March 21st, 2006|
I was getting ready to go on a trip or something, and I had to walk back to somebody else's house for a party of some sort. On the way, my companion and I passed a lake, and I threw him in fully clothed. It was a playful thing, and I think there might have been a romantic edge to it. We were holding each other in the water, and a child, well really more of a pre-teen, joined us and was trying to figure out why we were in there fully clothed. I had kick off my left shoe for some reason, and when we got out of the water, I had leeches on the bottom of my foot. They stung so that I couldn't really walk, and I couldn't seem to pick them off. I knew I needed salt to get rid of them, so we got out of the water and went to the party. My companion couldn't carry me, but he let me lean against him so that I could hop.
When we got in the car, there was a skunk in the car. He was long and skinny and smooth, and he kept cuddling up to me, and to my in-laws' dog, who was suddenly there with us. I couldn't get him out of the car, so I spent the whole trip petting him away from my face. He was sweet, but I didn't want him near my face, just in case he would bite.
Once we arrived at the party, I noticed that the leeches had dried up and fallen off my foot. But I had two leeches on my lower leg, now, so I still needed some salt to get rid of them. I sprinkled the salt on my leg, rubbed the area with salt until the leech fell off, then rinsed it with bottled water. I did my foot, too, just to be safe, even though those leeches were gone. Once I was done being pre-occupied with leeches, I noticed that the party was being put on by some kind of cult and someone was performing the "Magical Mr. Mistopheles" song from Cats.
|Monday, March 13th, 2006|
I usually share a lot more details, but this one's a quick content-only dream summary:
I dreamed I was at SXSW and got to meet Dooce. A little celebrity worship anyone?
I also dreamed I was pregnant.
|Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006|
i was in someone else's house by myself for some reason. they had a fishtank with four fish in it, one big one and three little ones. one of the little ones was a baby of the big one that had apparently been born after the home owners had left, so they didn't know about it. for some reason, i decided that the two other small fish were going to die, so i took them out of the water to let them die on the top of the dresser. after a few minutes, i came to my senses and realized that i was killing the fish for no reason, so i put them back in the water, but they were already dead. so i scooped them up and put them in the garbage.
when the homeowners (who had a small son) came home, i told them that one of their fish had died. they were heartbroken, and wanted to see it, but i told them i had already emptied the garbage. i didn't tell them that two fish were dead, because i hoped that they would just think the baby was actually one of the small fish i had killed.
then, i was getting packed with my mom for a trip or a move of some kind. i was extremely angry and upset. i had a jar of something that was leaking, and i tried to find a dirty t-shirt to clean it up, but i eventually had to use a clean t-shirt, because i couldn't find a dirty one.
my mom got a phone call, and she gave me the phone, because she thought that whatever they had just told her would cheer me up. the person on the phone had apparently just given my mom a bed to sleep on, which meant that she wouldn't be sleeping on the bed she had shared with my dad tonight. somehow, this was supposed to cheer me up, but it made me more sad. like my mom was giving up the chance to sleep on that bed for one last night, while knowing that it was her last night in the bed they had shared.
we arrived at the airport, and we ran into BJ on the way to the gates. i was still extremely upset and angry, but i don't remember why any more. i either fell or threw myself to the ground, and as i was skidding forward, someone called out to me that i was about to crash into something, so i put my hands above my head and went headfirst into a box. the box was filled with beads that started to spill out, and i decided that i would piss everyone off by dumping the rest of the beads on the ground.
i got up and slid on the beads over to a security window, and as i was on my way, i realized that i had left my passport at home. my mom had gone to a different window, and i called to her for my ticket, because she was carrying them both. i gave the ticket to the security guard and started fumbling through my purse for some kind of ID. he then told me that i could have checked my biggest carry-on bag, because i was carrying so many carry-ons.
there are actually a lot of things in this dream that i recognize from recent events in my life, especially the fish part, because the family i was visiting this weekend had a small boy and a fishtank with 3 fish (one big and two little).
i've been having a lot of these upset/angry dreams lately. i think it has something to do with frustration over my current life situation (no money, no jobs, no motivation to accomplish anything). i think i must also be dealing with emotions concerning my father's death, because he keeps showing up (sometimes alive, sometimes dead) in my dreams, too.
|Monday, February 20th, 2006|
Harry Potter Car-Crash Action!
I was at a college, quite a few Houghton people (mostly former housemates) were present. Everyone was climbing the stairs in this really big tower... I think it was to go to dinner. A lot of parents in the mix too, including this grotesquely fat man in a suit who described each landing in the staircase as he reached it. I, being contrary and all, was one of the few people headed down. Talked to quite a few people on the way. Apparently, Nate B was dating Cho Chang (yes, the Harry Potter Cho Chang), because she was hanging around outside waiting for him. I tried to convince her to go get ice cream with me, but she ran away.
At this point in time, I decided to go see a movie. I overshot the theatre though, and had to turn around in a parking lot. For some reason, I decided to park and get out of the car for a bit. Don't remember where I went. When I came back, however, I discovered that someone in a little red sports car and piled into the Jeep. The car was gone, but the impact point (driver's side door, headed towards the front) was pretty obvious. The front left tire was somehow dented, but it hadn't gone flat. Grant was there, and was helping me take pictures of the damage for the insurance companies. Amazingly, the Jeep still started, although the engine sounded quite tortured as it turned over. The frame was obviously in trouble though. While mostly pissed, part of me was hoping I could translate this into a new, more fuel-efficient car. At the moment though, my major concern was how I was going to get back to the movie theater, since the road I'd come up on was completely clogged with bumper-to-bumper traffic.
|Wednesday, February 15th, 2006|
The Olympics, food, and people I barely remember
I had somehow ended up agreeing to work cooking and cleanup for this late-night dance party at a grill out in the middle of nowhere. My highschool communications teacher, Ms. Olszywic, was the boss. I was assigned to make food with these two retarded kids and Andy S, also from highschool. We had all the ingredients for brownies, but somehow turned them into hamburgers. Or rather I did, because the retarded kids sat there drooling and Andy was making smartass comments. I decided to take 20 minutes to go out and get some food for myself, since I hadn't eaten all day and it was going to be a long night.
Stepping outside, I was suddenly at the Winter Olympics. The snowboard course, to be exact. There was this punk snowboarder who was supposed to compete, but he'd broken his leg on the other side of the course from the competition area and there was a really bad blizzard, so the fleet of helicopters that was apparently standing by to airlift athletes around was grounded. Somehow, this guy strapped his board on and managed to plot a crazy course all the way acrossed the mountain.
Next, I was still in the same general area (snowy New England coast), but I was swimming in a river. I was holding an old, run-down house, compressed to be about the size that you could carry in two hands. It was heavy though, and slippery. I knew that I had to swim down the river and along the coast and deliver the house to another town. There were lots of other people in the water with stuff... it felt like a 19th-century wagon train, except everyone was swimming instead. After a long, cold swim, I made it to the other town... but when this giant, hairy guy (even by my standards) asked where the house was, I confessed that I'd dropped it out in the ocean. Turns out it was a special artist's building that Andy S had designed and built, but was scheduled for demolition.
|Saturday, February 4th, 2006|
I've been scribing my dreams for over a year now. The entire archive can be found here
. Some of them are mildly sexually explicit, as in they reference sex without any great detail. In the future, I'll cross-post individual entries here.
i was travelling with a group of about 6 people that i don't actually know in real life. we were staying at a hotel somewhere that was japan in my dream but more like the midwestern united states in real life. we piled into 2 cars for a shorter trip somewhere, and the ringleader, a blond guy in his twenties, somehow convinced these cabin people to give us an amazing rate on two cabins for 3 days and 2 nights. (it was 60 dollars per cabin per night.)
i tried to tell the ringleader that he should call back to our original hotel and cancel our reservations for the next two nights, otherwise, the cheap rate was wasted because we would be paying for two hotels. he just scoffed at me and gave me a reason that didn't make sense. i was frustrated with him.
it was cold in the cabin, so i decided to start a fire. there was a fireplace in almost every room, and i eventually found one that was already burning. it was not burning well, however, because it was almost smothered in logs, and other things that looked a bit like logs. i started to pull the fire apart to rebuild it properly, but as i dug down, i began to find body parts in among the logs. as i approached the bottom of the pile, i found an entire arm with a ring on its finger, and i realized that this was a mafia outfit, and i shouldn't mess with their disposal system. so, i rebuilt the fire with all the body parts, making sure to add a lot of smaller wood as well to keep the fire burning. the top of the fire was covered in human heads.
the fire was set up under a pile of kindling and wood that was designed to fall into the fire a little bit at a time as the fire burned down. in this way, the fire would feed itself, and not need as much attention. unfortunately, i had done too good of a job stoking the fire, and the piles of waiting wood started to catch fire as well, and the fire threatened to spread dangerously. i went to check on the fire, and the mafia guy who had rented the cabin to us was there, giving me dirty looks for what i had done to his fire. i moved things around a bit so that the fire wouldn't spread anymore, but it continued to burn extremely hot, and i noticed that all the heads were now skulls. for some reason, this was a very good thing, and i felt safer knowing that the body parts were mostly burned.background:
-we recently moved in with my in-laws, and my father-in-law heats with a wood stove, so fire-tending has been a common duty over the last month or so for me.
-i am reading a book about the mafia right now.