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January 6, 2009 10:10 am

Resetting Yourself

How do you “reset” yourself after you’ve had a particularly horrible dream?

I’m not talking about a nightmare, though I suppose this could qualify. I’m talking about the sort of dream that’s painfully normal – no werewolves, chase scenes, or the supernatural – but very intense and upsetting. A dream so normal, in fact, that you’re convinced it was real several minutes after you’ve woken up.

The subject of my dream last night is mostly irrelevant; it had to do with hurt, embarrassment and betrayal, but I woke up from it with this horrible, rattled, gross feeling that I couldn’t really shake. I know it isn’t real, but I can’t say that helped a lot. The cast of characters included a ton of people I know in real life, including Daniel, his co-workers, some of our Portland friends and some friends from high school; the setting was just someone’s house, having a normal house party; I woke up feeling ashamed and very sad.

This has happened to me once before (the subject matter was way more graphic that time though) and it left me feeling very rattled and vulnerable all day. Do these kinds of dreams happen to any of you? How do you walk yourself through them?

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November 1, 2006 11:07 pm

Commence The Freaking Out

:note: Type O Negative – “Everyone I Love Is Dead”

Thanks for all the well-wishes, everybody! I appreciate every single one. I’m alternately excited and terrified, and I keep having small panicky thoughts like, “I know absolutely nothing and I’m going to go to work and embarrass myself and my school and everyone will hate me” but I’m pretty sure they’re unfounded. I hope. I think I’ll be fine. I start Monday.

I had a dream about spiders the other night. I’m afraid of spiders normally, and I can’t remember what the dream was about now, but I looked up the meaning of spider dreams and was actually pleasantly surprised (creativity, etc.). I really love dream interpretations. They’re like horoscopes – you know you shouldn’t put too much stock in them, but they are SO ON sometimes you can’t help it.

I feel like for the next few weeks, I’m going to have to meticulously plan out all the times I’m going to be doing particular activities. For instance, I’ll be working 29 hours a week, I’ll be in class for 12 hours (plus time spent on the independent study) a week, I walk everywhere so travel time must be included, I need time for homework, I need time for Daniel, and I need a bit of time to myself to play on the computer or knit or something to wind down. I have no idea how to fit that all in. I need a daily planner or something. I tried it once and could never remember to write everything down in it, but maybe it’ll work now? Gah.

Again, thank you. :cheer:

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April 27, 2006 7:59 pm

I Be Illin’

:note: Type O Negative – “Cinnamon Girl”

I sort of feel like death warmed over. I’ve had a headache since probably 2:30-3:00pm and I feel a bit… nauseated, I guess. (Anal Grammar Note: saying you feel “nauseous” means you feel like you’re making other people sick. If you are the one feeling sick, you feel “nauseated.”) Bleh. I’m coming to really hate Thursdays. It’s the second day in a row that I am required to get up around 5:45am and it just wreaks havoc on my body. I took a four hour nap yesterday and tried to nap today but failed. Daniel made me some Malt-O-Meal and gave me some Excedrin but it doesn’t seem to have worked.

He also did this neat thing where he hooked up my computer to our living room amplifier, so I can listen to my MP3’s over the good speakers now! It’s not hooked up to the TV or anything, but the speaker feature is kind of neat.

I had an awful dream last night in which I was totally unprepared for class. In my dream, I was planning on doing my reading response at school, but I got all the way to school and realized that I had left the reading material at home. There wasn’t enough time to go back and get it, so I couldn’t do my reading response, and then I also had to turn in my thesis topic but I didn’t know what I was going to write about and it was all a huge disaster. This is funny considering that in real life, I did leave my reading response and thesis topic writing for this morning before class. Fortunately, I made double-sure that I brought the reading material with me to school. Heh. I got both done and turned them in and all was well.

I’m going through another phase where I hate all my clothes. I do this about every six months, in the fall and in the spring. I desperately want to spend a few hundred dollars and get some nice clothes to wear for this summer, like cool t-shirts and long-ish board shorts and stuff. I probably won’t do this since I can’t really afford it, but I dream about it.

(Ugh, I just did that thing where you really, really feel like you’re going to throw up, so you run to the bathroom and lift the seat, only to kneel there on the floor like an idiot because you’re not actually throwing up, you just really, really feel like you might. Bleh. It might be the Excedrin – I tend to get sick-ish if I take medicine on an empty stomach, but like I said before, I had a whole bowl of hot cereal and a full glass of water with it, so I don’t know.)

I did some editing on my “about me” page today, just for fun. My about me page has been virtually the same since I first had a website over six years ago – the information has changed, but the general stats-based stupidity has been the same. This time around, I tried to add some actual sentences to it. Meh, I can see why so many people say they hate writing about me pages.

God, I’m dull. “Went to school. Did homework. Went to class. Came home, tried to nap, didn’t work. Ate food. Felt sick. Wrote entry. Felt sick some more.” Maybe I’ll go try to nap again.

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April 21, 2006 11:13 pm

In Which I Concede That I Am Not, In Fact, Very Funny

:note: Chinchilla – “War Machine”

Oh well. I tried. (Actually, I just wanted to use that title because it cracks me up.)

Glad you guys like the layout. Like I said, there’s still some things I could fix (like the fact that the bottom image of the main content area shifts around if it’s shorter than the sidebars) but overall I am very happy with it. It’s less “silly” than the last one and I think that’s what I like about it.

I had a dream last night that involved me attempting to visit Narnia. This is weird, because while I did see the movie, it was months ago and I haven’t read the books in years and I’m not particularly involved in anything Narnia-related. In the dream, something (an animal?) was chasing me and a friend, and I tried to get into Narnia to escape it. We got to the forest that I normally got in through, but someone had built a fake Narnia-like “amusement park” type thing in front of it. It had fake animals and fake mushrooms and fake everything and the workers were telling everyone that it was the real Narnia but it wasn’t. I ran through it and eventually came to a door with crackly white paint and about six to eight gold-colored doorknobs. I turned the bottom one on a whim, and it opened! I had found Narnia!

I don’t remember anything else after that. But yes. Weird.

Daniel’s playing a game based on the movie The Warriors, and some girl just screamed “I have diseases! BIG diseases!” :smirk:

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February 26, 2006 3:14 pm

Doughnuts!

:note: Daniel singing that “Steal My Sunshine” song by Len

Last night at about 11:30pm, Daniel got the urge to eat some doughnuts. Since we live in this wonderful city, we have access to the only doughnut shop open from 10pm to 10am – Voodoo Doughnuts. They’ve got the craziest menu ever – doughnuts with bacon, Tang, Cap’n Crunch… Apple fritters the size of your HEAD… The whole works. He came back with three doughnuts: a normal chocolate one, a Vegan maple bar, and a Tang doughnut. He ate a Vegan chocolate one on the way home, so he gave me the normal chocolate one and we shared the other two.

After we went to bed, I had a dream that I was on vacation at a sort of arts and crafts place, and my grandma and a few other relatives were there, as well as Daniel. My grandma made us macaroni and cheese and I ended up being served last. She filled up my bowl, but there was still a smidgen of macaroni left in the pot, so I suggested she just give me the rest so it didn’t go to waste. She agreed to give me the rest of the macaroni but whined “Ohhhh, Meggan!” like it was a horrible idea that would make me fat. I said fine, don’t give me the macaroni, but she did anyway and mumbled something about me getting fatter.

Then in the dream, we were having doughnuts for dessert and everybody kept trying to give me one but I kept refusing and nobody understood why. Finally I blurted out the reason, which was something along the lines of, “I don’t need anymore! Even my own grandmother thinks I’m too fat already!”

And then Daniel and I were walking around a town at night when we came across a shop. It was either a coffee shop or a doughnut shop (god, I know, what’s with all the doughnuts?) but I instinctively knew that Daniel worked there. We came around a corner and saw two men robbing the store. I thought I knew one of them, so I started talking to him but he pulled a gun on me and I just stared, because the gun was wrapped in a plastic sandwich baggie. I presume it was to keep his fingerprints off of it, but seriously, a plastic sandwich baggie? What sort of criminal was he?

As this guy is pointing the gun at me, Daniel wanders off and I realize that he’s using a cell phone to call the police. I stalled the guys until the police showed up and the robbers got caught. And then I think I woke up. And I think I won’t eat doughnuts ever again.

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February 1, 2006 12:46 pm

Analyze THIS!

:note: Killing Miranda

I had an interesting dream last night. I was packed and ready to go home for Christmas break, and put my bag (with, you know, 95% of the clothes I own) in a car and went out on the town for a while. When I got back to the car, my bag had been stolen. For some reason, I knew it involved the mafia or a gang or something, and then I think I was kidnapped by them? Not sure. But weird things were happening and I eventually made it onto the train home, still without my bag.

Out the window of the train, I saw a sort of place that would have been a big car junkyard, but it was full of luggage. A luggage junkyard. I freaked out, thinking my bag might be there, so we stopped the train and made a bunch of people search for it. Nobody could find it, so I relented and everybody got back on the train and we left. Still no bag.

I made it home okay, and went to bed. I woke up the next morning and decided Daniel and I should get married, you know, because he was coming in on the train that night and we could totally get married the next morning.

That day was spent getting everything together, ordering food and decorations and decorating the house and having a rehearsal dinner. At one point, I freaked out because I realized that I didn’t have a wedding dress to wear, and my mom told me to just go to my closet and find something else that looked nice. I protested because, remember, my whole bag of clothes had gotten stolen before I even left. I managed to find a nice white skirt with pretty pink and green flowers on it and decided I would wear that. Then I had to find underwear, and the only ones I could find had ruffles all over the butt. Big ruffles. I put them on anyway and it was SO OBVIOUS that I had stupid ruffly underwear. I dug around in the drawer some more and finally found an acceptable pair that wouldn’t show through my skirt.

I was so excited! We were getting married! We didn’t even have rings but I figured that’d be okay, I could find some to use in the ceremony and then we could get real ones later. Then Daniel calls: “Hey, apparently the train was going to change times or something, and they called, but I was on the phone with Tori [his stepsister] and didn’t get the call. So I’m not leaving for another couple of days.”

I burst into tears.

He was obviously baffled, and I tried to suck it up and make it seem like everything was fine, because I didn’t want him to know that I had this whole wedding thing planned out and he WASN’T GOING TO BE THERE FOR IT.

I went crying to my mom, like, “Daniel’s not coming to our wedding! Waaaahhhh! His train won’t come in for another couple of days! Waahh hahhhh hahhhhh! We were going to get MARRIED! WAHHHHHHH!”

And then I woke up.

The ruffly underwear still cracks me up.

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January 3, 2006 1:15 pm

Mumbo Jumbo

:note: nothing, iTunes won’t open :(

I’m really, really considering upgrading to WordPress 2.0. Not so much because it’s supposed to be great and wonderful, but because it’ll give me an excuse to do a total re-vamp of this site. I’ve totally screwed up the normal WP template (viewable if you click on any of the categories links – I’ve somehow got two sidebars, and neither of them will float comfortably to the side) and I just feel like I need to start over. Chances are, I’m going to leave the site setup as it is, with the WP journal on the index page and have that be the only part that’s controlled by WP. However, I think I might do away with a lot of the extra fluff I have on this site and see if I can’t get a better system for controlling my photos. I took down my refrigerator labels section ages ago with the hope that I’d write a spiffy photo gallery script and put them back up within a few weeks. The script has been written for three months (though it’s not nearly as spiffy as it could be) but the labels have been missing for forever and I just haven’t gotten around to doing anything with them. I’ve got a few days free after I get home and before I have to go back to school, and I think I’ll upgrade and mess around with my site then. Be forewarned.

I had an interesting dream last night, and oddly, it’s easy to explain. I was pregnant, then I had the baby, and then I was going about my daily life with said baby. The only weird things I remember were that the birth didn’t hurt very much, and the baby was a girl with shoulder-length, blonde hair that I put into two braids. And we were in a bathroom stall at one point, and I was struggling to pull down the baby changing tray thing to put her on so that I could use the bathroom. I finally got it down but it was all wet like it had been splashed with water, so I held the baby up to the paper towels and she grabbed one, and I wiped it down. I think that’s when I woke up. Weird, no? The interpretation is pretty straightforward too, though I’m not sure what project it’s describing:

:arrow: To dream that you are pregnant symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.
:arrow: To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents a new attitude, fresh beginnings or a major upcoming event. Alternatively, the dream may be calling attention to your inner child and the potential for you to grow.
:arrow:To see a baby in your dream signifies innocence, warmth and new beginnings. Babies may symbolize something in your own inner nature which is pure, vulnerable, and/or uncorrupted.
from dreammoods dictionary

I think today I’m going to order my stuff from Victoria’s Secret, and then start packing all of my Christmas presents into my little suitcase. I really don’t have any other plans. My brothers started school again today, so they’re not home; my mom worked night shift last night so she’s still sleeping; my dad is at work. I leave here tomorrow night, so I feel like I should be doing something useful but nothing’s coming to mind. Maybe I’ll sketch some new layout ideas or something.

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December 7, 2005 1:22 pm

Miserable Evening

:note: nothing

Daniel got ahold of the apartment people today, and all is well. They apparently never got around to entering our credit into the database, the first late fee was a fluke, and they’re not going to charge us a late fee for this month either, and the lady that was involved in the key incident doesn’t even work there anymore. It was apparently all a gigantic misunderstanding. That still doesn’t leave me with much faith in them, but fortunately we only owe them this month’s $325, not that entire $800 crap. *big sigh of relief*

Yesterday was kind of all-around sucky. It didn’t start out that way – I had fun in class, I went out to happy hour with some friends (and had Ginger Ale, and nobody carded me because we sat in the restaurant part) and talked about movies and dorky Internet-y things.

Then I got home and we had that stupid letter in the mail.

The plan that night was for us to go bowling with Daniel’s co-workers (not sure if I mentioned it before, but they do this every Tuesday) and I agreed to come along this time, after missing last week for homework. I bowled a fantastic first game, getting 116 right off the bat. The second game didn’t start out nearly as well – I think I got two gutter balls on my first turn.

Then some girl started talking to me. The conversation went something like this:
M = me
H = her

H: So, where do you work?
M: Err, well, I don’t… I work… Um, I work at my school. I go to school.
H: Oh! Where at?
M: The Art Institute of Portland.
H: Oh. Soooo, what are you majoring in?
M: Web design.
H: So do you actually feel that it’s worth your money?
M: *caught off guard* Um, well, it’s expensive, but I think–
H: Because you know you could get a degree at an art school, like PNCA.
Daniel: Oh, our friend T did that! She transferred from Ai to PNCA! And sometimes your major is kind of… funny… I mean, you’ve had all those department directors…
H: I’m in the industry, and honestly? The industry laughs at people from Ai.
M: *speechless*
H: *ignores my look of horror* I studied Graphic Design and I’ve got a Bachelor’s in Fine Arts. And I went for FOUR years. You know you could do that, and you’d get an actual degree.
M: Well it’s a three year program and I’m getting a BACHELOR OF SCIENCE DEGREE out of it.
H: Oh, it’s– You’re not– *changes tactics* But, I mean, you WANT a fine arts degree. Really.
M: But I DON’T want a fine arts degree–
H: In your portfolio and everything, they want to see your artistic stuff, your sketches and everything. You can’t have a design portfolio without that.
M: You– yes– Design is–
H: *says something else inflammatory, then sort of turns around and ends the conversation*

I almost burst into tears right there, except it was my turn to bowl (I got a 9). She had basically just told me my school was crap, my degree was crap, I will graduate but never get a job because everyone just laughs at Ai graduates and I should just give up and transfer to a REAL college like PNCA where I can get a REAL degree in Fine Arts. And then Daniel, unbeknownst to him, made it far worse by seeming like he AGREED with her when he was really just trying to be part of the conversation. UGH. I was miserable the rest of the night. Why would you DO that to somebody? Just start up a conversation with them and then tell them what they’re doing is worthless and laughable? I’m still infuriated. And she works at Nike. I would HATE to work at Nike.

I came home and curled up on the Poof chair. I didn’t even bother putting on my pajamas or getting ready for bed. I fell asleep and ended up dreaming that I could speak to a ghost. The ghost was a little blond girl whose name was Annie, and I was the only one that could communicate with her. I woke up totally freaked out at 7-something and came to bed for another hour.

I’m still sort of freaked out about it, and still feeling like crap because I go to an expensive school where I’m getting a Bachelor of Science degree in three years. I feel like it was what some people call a “mommy-drive-by” except instead of being about my parenting skills, it was about my school choices. WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO DEFEND MY LIFE CHOICES TO SOMEBODY I DON’T EVEN KNOW?

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November 20, 2005 11:57 am

New Shoes

:note: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

The night before last, I had a dream and the interpretation I found said something to the effect of me needing to get in touch with my feminine side.

Last night, Callie, Paul, Daniel and I went to Target. I needed to get a present for my cousin (her baby shower is on Saturday) and I also ended up finding a pair of adorable shoes. I’ve been wanting a pair of ballet flats for a while, and these were just so funky and cute that I couldn’t resist. These are not me. I own nothing that looks like this. Yet I bought them anyway.

Last night’s dream involved me and several other people standing in front of a wooden bridge. There were three early-20’s-ish guys that were jumping on the bridge to see if it would hold. I was panicking because I’m afraid of heights, this bridge was old and the guys were trying to break it, and there were no hand rails or sides to it at all. However, despite my fears, I sucked it up and managed to make it across the bridge without falling off or dying. The interpretation of this dream basically says that it signifies an important decision or a critical junction in your life. It also says it will prove to be a positive change with prosperity and wealth on the horizon.

I think the shoes were a good omen.

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October 23, 2005 2:21 pm

Nightmares

:note: The Doors – “The End”

I had two terrifying dreams last night. I don’t remember a lot about the first one, but I do remember being at some sort of sporting event. I was on a tall, tall platform with a bunch of other people, and I was laying on my back on the floor because I was terrified of the height (I’m afraid of heights in real life). I held the strings of three pink balloons in my hand, but the helium was especially strong and I was having a tough time holding on. The pull finally became too much for me and the balloons popped from straining on the strings. People glared.

I laid there on the floor, still panicking. There was a creepy man by my feet who kept trying to take pictures of me so I tried to tell him to go away. I eventually scooted to the side, near a wall. I opened the back of a camera I was holding and shut it again, advanced the film, and then I don’t remember anything else.

:arrow: To dream that you are afraid of heights, denotes that you are striving for goals that seem beyond your reach.
:arrow: Pink represents love, joy, sweetness, happiness, affection, kindness. Being in love or healing through love is also implied with this color.
:arrow: Three signifies life, vitality, inner strength, completion, imagination, creativity, energy, and self-exploration.
:arrow: To see balloons in your dream, indicates declining hopes in your search for love. A situation in your life will take a turn downward. Balloons also represent arrogance and an inflated opinion of yourself.
:arrow: To see a balloon pop in your dream symbolizes an unrealized goal or dream. It may also represent the stresses in your life. The pressure may be starting to be too great for you to bear.
:arrow: To see a camera in your dream signifies your desires to cling on and/or live in the past. Alternatively, it may represent you need to focus on a particular situation. Perhaps you need to get a clearer picture or idea.

None of those interpretations are very promising. :blah:
– from DreamMoods Dictionary

The next dream was particularly horrifying. I was with a group of people, and I was being chased by another group through an extremely small town. We ran through the woods, hoping to lose our pursuers, and I took a different path than everyone else. I ended up near a dirt road, and the other edge of the road sloped down to a large field. I could see that everyone else in my group had ended up there, and the chasers were watching them and laughing. I stood behind a tree contemplating what I should do next, when I realized that someone else was on the other side of my tree. It was a chaser! A girl with dark brown hair and big eyes. I knew I was captured, so I let her lead me down into the field.

There were defined places for us to stand – chalk circles with an X in the center, and some numbers across the top. An ex-boyfriend, Aaron, was in front of me, laughing cruelly.

Suddenly, we were inside a small house with a white interior. Aaron was still there, but with a sort of taser gun this time. If I said anything, he’d shoot me with the taser. I stood in a doorway for support, but he’d just laugh and shoot at will.

The chasers had set up a box/crate in one corner of the room, and instructed a girl named Christina (I go to school with her in real life) to stand on the crate with the side of her head to the wall. A girl came in with my hair dryer and asked Aaron a question about the settings (which he answered completely wrong) and set it up as if it were a fan. Then they handed Christina a gun. She started talking up a storm, trying to distract the chasers, perhaps in hope that someone would save us.

A few minutes went by. Christina was still trying to carry on conversations and it seemed to be working for the time being. Then a strange man burst into the room. He asked how everything was going (he didn’t seem to grasp what was going on) and how we were doing. I was laying on a bed at that point, facing him, and I was giving him a wide-eyed “HELP ME” look to the best of my ability without alerting the chasers. The man started to say something to me, but I didn’t want to get in trouble with the chasers so I made a neutral face like nothing was wrong, and internally cursed the man for not helping.

Christina was still on the crate when I woke up, though now I don’t remember if she actually shot herself or not.

:arrow: Chase dreams often stem from feelings of anxiety in your walking life. The way we respond to anxiety and pressure in real life is typically manifested as a chase dream. Running is an instinctive response to physical threats in our environment.
:arrow: To dream about your ex-boyfriend suggests that something or someone in your current life is bringing out similar feelings to the ones you felt in the relationship with your ex. The dream may be a way of alerting you to the same or similar behavior in a current relationship. What you learned from that previous relationship may need to be applied to the present one so that you do not repeat the same mistake.
:arrow: To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun, suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may feel victimized in some situation.
:arrow: White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life. However, in Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.
– from DreamMoods Dictionary

I like interpreting my dreams, but really only if they turn out well. I tend to ignore the interpretations if they have a negative connotation. The first one seems to be especially negative, even though the dream itself wasn’t as awful as it could have been, and the second doesn’t seem too bad even though the dream was horrific.

The fact that it was Aaron shooting me with the taser freaks me out. He is the cause of the time I felt the most betrayed in my entire life, and he was always very manipulative (of everyone, really, not just me), so I wonder if that affects the interpretation at all. Eeesh.

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September 23, 2005 1:29 pm

Weasel Remotes

:note: Live – “Lightning Crashes”

I had a scary, scary dream last night. I’ve had similar ones before, but this one was EPIC. It took forever.

It all started at my parent’s house, in my bedroom. I was watching a movie in my bed (and trying to touch my feet to my head behind my back). I realized the remote was on the bottom bunk of my bed, but upon grabbing it, I realized it had turned into a weasel (:thinking:) and a wet one at that, so I prepared to throw it out my window. There on the lawn was a pack of black wolves! I flung the weasel out the window and went running to the living room.

I lay on the floor and watched the wolves devour the weasel. They started heading for my bedroom window, so I raced down the hallway and grabbed my door handle to shut it right as a wolf lunged at the door. I finally got the door shut and ran screaming through the house to our 1/2 bathroom at the other end of the house. I shut myself in there along with a kid or two (don’t know who they were or why they were there) telling them to be ABSOLUTELY SILENT. One wouldn’t listen.

Next thing I knew, something was screaming at us through the door. It seemed to bend the very fabric of time and space, because I started to be able to see the thing that was screaming through the door. You ever see the Chris Cunningham video for an Aphex Twin song that has the old lady with her dog, and that thing screaming at her? JUST LIKE THAT. Scary as all fuck.

The dream went on forever… the general idea was that these “beings” were taking over the world and changing normal humans into weird animal-type zombie things. I was avoiding them through the entire dream. I remember walking on the wing of a plane as it soared through the sky, and asking what sort of plane it was. We crash landed in a fisherman-type dock area. I suddenly found myself SURROUNDED by the very things I was trying to avoid, and began acting like one of them so they wouldn’t sense I was different. Things went okay for a bit, and right as they started to turn bad and people were suspecting me, I woke up.

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September 16, 2005 9:10 am

Crazy Van Thief

:note: Depeche Mode – “Stripped”

Weird dreams again.

It was Halloween, but icy and cold. I dreamt that my mom’s green mini-van was parked on a hill (lord knows why) and we were walking up the hill to a house. These kids were walking by and screamed “TRICK OR TREAT” at us, even though it was obvious we had nothing to give them. Their mom handed us some candy from a bag she had. It was good candy too, huge jawbreakers and big packages of stuff.

I turned around just in time to see the van start sliding backwards down the hill and I started running toward it. By the time I got to where I could see down the hill, it had already crashed into a pickup truck and one of the little parking meter vehicle people was writing a citation. Then all of a sudden, the guy in the pickup got out, got into our van, and took off.

My brother sprinted after him (on a highway?) and got the license plate number (you’d think we’d know it, as it was our van to begin with, but no matter). We somehow made it home, only to see the parking meter lady driving the weird little vehicle into our driveway. We told her what happened and she said they’d investigate.

We got the van back and somehow ended up at a Flea Market / Farmer’s Market / crazy Zen garden thing, and this guy I know from school, Jeremy, he was with us. There were tons of people with soap and incense and trickling fountains. I saw this guy named Justin I went to high school with and he was sitting cross-legged with many necklaces on and had girls holding soap and incense crawling around him. It was like one big open spa. We decided to leave.

Upon getting to the van, I realized I left the door unlocked and the crazy van theif was roaming the spa area and could have stolen the van at any time. We got in and told Jeremy to drive since he would probably drive the fastest. We ended up having to evade the van thief though the labyrinth of the spa and it was pretty freakin’ scary.

At some point, I ended up in a big concert hall trying to fake like I knew how to play the clarinet.
:confused:

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September 14, 2005 10:19 am

I Hope It Isn’t An Omen

:note: The Beatles – “Come Together”

Last night I had this AWFUL dream where I was working on my layout for my design class and totally forgot to go to my finals today. :shock: I was working and working and missed my Python one, and didn’t even realize it until 7 or 7:30pm when my design final was halfway over. Of course, I panicked. I don’t really remember what happened after that. :blah:

I had another dream wherein our bedroom was actually part of a porch that went over a small fish pond. I was looking into the fish pond and saw tadpoles that looked like slugs. At some point, a pufferfish jumped out of the water (all puffed up) and was rolling around the porch. I was squealing at Daniel to look at the pufferfish but we were both kind of afraid it was going to hurt us.

Gah. What a way to start out the day.

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July 23, 2005 5:44 pm

Yay For Underwear

:note: Weezer – “We Are All On Drugs”

I’ve spent most of the day trying to get my underwear fanlisting back up and running. The only thing I think isn’t working is the edit form (and I don’t know why) (It works, it just emails me instead of going directly into the database – I didn’t realize that at first.); everything else appears to be functional. So yay! I was kind of afraid I’d get put on a “troubles” list by thefanlistings.org but I somehow avoided that. My Volatile shoes FL and Oregon Chai FL are still down, but I think the computer is making my head fuzzy so I should probably go do something else instead. :woggly:

I think my family is going to be stopping by my place tomorrow morning. There was some sort of family reunion this weekend on the Oregon coast that I didn’t go to, so they’re going to try to visit on their way home. In the morning. We’ll see how that goes.

I get my refund check from my school on Tuesday – I can’t wait! I’ll have money again! Daniel’s working on saving money so we can get an apartment in a couple of months. Did I mention my landlord left here? Rumor has it that it was “health related,” which we all interpret as being “rehab.” So I have no idea who my landlord is anymore. :thinking:

The other night, I had a dream about huge, grapefruit sized frogs.

To see a frog in your dream, represents a potential to change or to do the unexpected. The frog may be a prince in disguise. Alternatively, the frog may suggest uncleanness.

To see frogs leaping in your dream, may indicate your lack of commitment. You have the tendency to jump from one thing to another. Alternatively, it may suggest that you are taking major steps toward some goal.

To dream that you are catching a frog signifies your carelessness concerning your health.

from DreamMoods

Hmm…

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July 5, 2005 8:47 am

A Dream About Jason Lee This Time

:note: the computer whirring

I’ve been dreaming weird things again. (Nothing involving Queen Latifah though, thankfully.)

In my dream last night I was at somebody’s house hanging out with friends. Heidi’s friend Steph was there, as was Jason Lee (I don’t know why I dreamt about him, I think there was a TV commercial involving him recently, maybe that’s why?) and Jason Lee’s aunt. And some other people.

For some reason, Jason Lee decided he no longer wished to continue life in this world and made his way into the bathroom to end it all. It was like I was watching a movie, because then the scene changed to the living room where his aunt was standing, clutching her handbag. All of a sudden, she pulled a revolver out of the bag, screamed, and shot herself in the head. Blood went everywhere.

No less than five seconds later, Jason shot himself while laying in the tub. We ran into the bathroom and all I remember seeing was the blood sprayed on the inside of the white-ish clear shower curtain. Steph and some of the guys there hauled his body out of the bathtub and wrapped a blanket around him.

Next thing I knew, his body was on the couch/futon in a very small room, and Steph was cuddling with him. Holding him and rocking him and talking to him. Then she got up and went downstairs into the basement. I peeked into the room and watched his limp arm fall out of the blanket and onto the futon, and then I looked away and heard the rest of his body crumple to the floor. People came running in again to pick him up and put him back on the futon before Steph came upstairs (from doing laundry :thinking: ). I was walking around the house sniffling to myself because it all seemed so sad to me, but nobody else was crying.

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