Friday, September 18, 2009
I had a weird dream last night.
I dreamed that my dad walked me down the aisle of my wedding.
When my sister got married and had my dad walk her down the aisle, I cried uncontrollably because inside I knew I would never do that. At the time I thought it was because I thought I would never get married/or we didn't get along. Little did I know it would be because he would be here to do it. But last night in my dream he was.
Then later on today I remembered more of the dream. That I married a guy I used to see in high school, Jeremy Williams. But I did it mainly to get his Disney movie collection....that's more like it.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
This dream was an interesting one. I would have kept sleeping and continued it but the time was approaching noon and that was gross.
It began with me being introduced to my new and fellow concubines at this really large mansion. The weird thing is the fellow wives were my best friends from High School. One of them was showing me around and telling me the rules. She was explaining how the showers were outdoor showers and there was one secret shower where they all showered to attempt to keep some privacy. And that we were allowed to have as many "friends" as possible come over and have a good time. So as I finish up my tour I notice there are a bunch of guys in the back yard pool. We then jump into the pool and I try to convince everyone to skinny dip. (Me being the wild and crazy girl I am in real life). Then as time goes by I wonder around the grounds and I find the cars of some of the guys that are the pool. Obvious because they are beat down and dirty. And I saw that one had a bra in the back seat. So that is when the dream ended. I know kind of weird. But I thought it was really weird that I never met the husband or the "king" they called him.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This dream is a little piecey, but it is strange enough that I must write this one down. The dream started me at what seemed to be a conference at a church event. I was wearing an eye patch that I didn't need but I hadn't taken it off quick enough so I didn't want people thinking I was making fun of people who wear them, so I continued to wear it. And it bothered me so much, I was constantly shifting it around. Anyways, as I was sitting down all of the high council and elders of the meeting were personally shaking my hand. Some of which I sort of recognized and it made me very emotional that they knew my name and were willing to shake my hand. So as I sat and listened there were a couple girls from BYUH that were snickering in the back row. For any of you that went to BYUH or know the kind of people that went there, you know that that kind of childish behavior happened quite often. I looked back to see who it was and it looked like my very first roommate in the dorms and a girls I went to elementary school with. Weird. Both were Polynesian, They saw that I noticed them and started to say my name. They were obviously irritated that no one was joining in on their laughter and one came to me where I was sitting and was talking to me in a normal speaking voice. I told her to whisper, and she refused, Then I said, if you won;t whisper I will take you out of here. So I did. I grabbed her and ripped her out threw her outside. weird,
Then the other part I remember is being in an old victorian attic. Something you would expect from a witch movie. Upon our arrival I had noticed splats of colorful goo or ink on he ground. As witches we are all assigned a color. That is how we knew who was practicing magic where. But this was everyone's colors in one room. When we were sitting up there, doing witch stuff I suppose, a thin colorful string came down. We have never seen such a thing and so we were afraid that if it left we would never know, so grabbed it. But as we grabbed it it retracted. Then the next witch would grab on to weigh it down, but it kept moving. In no time at all we had every witch holding onto this string. As soon as all of us where on it there was a bright flash and we were all in different places. It seemed as though we had been transported. I was alone with my large vehicle. Which was weird in its own, it was like a carriage with all my stuff underneath it. Like something a Gypsy would have. And as I was driving my carriage, by magic of course, so horses or cows, this large was swooping down and trying to grab me. So I jump down to try to hide and he found me no matter where I was hiding. Then, I am not sure where the idea came from, but I new that if I had smeared poop on me that he would be able to find me because he is blind and is only guided by smell. So instantly I grabbed a large pile of poop and smeared it all over my body. He just about immediately couldn't find me. In fact he walked right past me at one point. So, naturally, I stocked up on poop and hit the road. I sensed, being a witch and all, we all had to find each other so I headed to my grandma's house. During the journey I met up with a couple of he witches and there I shared my secret of the poop to keep safe. So there we were, three witches covered in poop traveling. Then we caught a fairy, who seems to control the weather and situation by her mood. So she was very unhappy that we smelled of poop and it was getting her white dress and blond hair dirty. So we let her go once she healed us of any wounds or infections we got along the way. Then we got to an area where the
Thursday, June 4, 2009
OK. This dream was weird. It started as a last minute trip. I was, like always, unprepared. And as my friend was getting ready to leave I made up and excuse for having to swing by the house really quick to pick up underwear. When in truth I had to grab everything. I didn't even have and clothes packed at all. In my mind I am plotting out exactly what I am going to grab so I can do it quickly to make it seem I had it all packed to begin with.
Then we began our trip to Korea. Why Korea? I don;t know, that's just where my mind took me. Then as we get there we are approached my some "government officials" that need to see I.D. and demanded we tell them why were were there and for how long and who we were staying with. Not knowing any of this information, being that i wasn't even packed, the officials became suspicious and threw us into a room. Then we were instantly not in the airport or any kind of government building, it seemed as though we had been taking by Korean civilians and are going to either be sold into slavery or held for ransom. The room they were holding us in was almost exactly like my living room now, but cold, dark and dingy. But it had a coffee table and hardwood floor. So as we are sitting in this room, with all our stuff that we had packed we were trying to think of a way to escape. All of a sudden I got a phone call from a friend on my cell phone. Shocked it was even working, I answered it and told the person on the other line that we had been kidnapped and please send help. People may not have even known I had left, so i was nervous they weren't even looking. The line was breaking up and I never got a confirmation from the friend that they even heard me or were even going to send help. So then me and my fellow hostage packed up what we could, or what we thought was important. I turned around at the very end to pick up my sisters laptop, (not sure what I had it). After grabbing everything we thought was important we ran away. This is when I woke up.
This one will be brief because I really don't remember many of the details but the basic story is a little weird, so I want to share it.
In my dream I was in a group of vampires (I was also a vampire). And we were in a small town...(sounds a bit like Twilight, I know). We had made a pack to keep our identities secret and to not mingle with each other as to not draw attention to ourselves or show what we really where. Then as time went, I fell in love with one of the fellow vampires. And that is when things got out of control. People began to talk and suspect what we really were. Then the other vampires became angry with us for exposing our secret. Then we decided to go back in time and try it again but this time to promise to not repeat history. So ensure that the plan would work well, the other vampires wiped my memory so that I could not remember falling in love. Then we traveled back in time to before I had met the other vampire.
But as time went on we ended up meeting and the other vampires tried all they could to keep us apart but to avail we ended up meeting and falling in love again.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
So I recently came home from a trip to the land down under. In my dream last night I did not want to Arizona so badly I bought a ticket somewhere. So I waited at the gate for my old boss at Bliss, Karen, to bring me the ticket. The guy at the gate ends up just letting me in. Weird. So I get into the plane and my phone is about to die but I am trying to make sense of what I just did. I am also trying to figure out who I told that I was leaving. So, I am sitting on the plane and one of my good friends from college, Emerson Jackson, pokes in to ask her sister what purse she bought so that she does not buy the same. And does not even notice that I am there. So, at this point I think the flight is going somewhere south of Australia. But as far as I know, other than Antarctica there is not anything more south. I remember seeing the flight plan picture on the TV screens and the red dashed line traveling south but I could not see where we were going.
Then Emerson comes back 2 more times to confirm the bad design and finally I let my nerves get the best of me. I tell her I booked this flight last minute and I don't want to go where ever I am going. I may not know the language or have money. I was just a wreck. Then she says, then just get off the plane. And as I am telling her the problem we detached from the gate. We beg for them to let us off but they won't. So we are standing as we are taking off. All mad we both sit down. now I feel even worse, not only am I going somewhere i don't want to go, now Emmie is stuck going too. So we are on this huge plane and we get up often. One time we get up and some nast ladies take our seats. So rude.
We arrive where ever we are. I think we are in New Zealand. I get there and I try to contact my family to have them tell work, I won't be able to make it to work and tell everyone. And I was trying to think of what I should say as an excuse and i was coming up with, "I'm sick". Not very good, I know.
Then the male flight attendant gives me a free bottle of liquor for some reason. Then as we get off the plane, there are no customs or baggage checks. It was just the street.
Then the lawnmower outside my window woke me up.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Here's last nights:
In my dream my sister hired me a personal trainer. In real life, I've been in Australia since Wednesday, and in my dream my trainer starts to yell at me for missing the last 2 weeks. I reply with, "Uh...I've been in Australia for the last 2 weeks". He then yells back at me, "You told me you were surfing on Thursday and now you say you've been out of the country?!" ( Of course he's yelling, he's a trainer).
Then I get real mad at my sister for telling him that I went surfing and that I feel bad for not remembering what I did past last Thurs. Then he starts to make me a green smoothie. And as he is making I look down over the counter and there is a large cash drawer, like 3 feet wide, and it is filled with green veggies instead of money. Like where the 20s would be, there was spinach and where the 10s were, it was asparagus and so on.
I'm not remembering a lot of my dreams lately because I am sleeping in a strange place and I've been waking up everyday, naturally, before 8a. Gross.
Friday, April 3, 2009
So after a conversation with my friend Kiffen, and previous conversations with friends, I have decided to start a blog about my dreams. As far back as I can remember, I have always enjoyed going to sleep not just because it is sleep, but because it is like going to the movies every night. I'll try to write some old dreams if I can remember them but this will mainly be a from now on thing.
Last night's dreams was an odd one, and please be patient with me while I attempt to put my dream into word format. And please feel free to interpret or comment, I love to hear feedback, but I also don't expect anyone to read these either, maybe my friends tell me to write my dreams down so that I don't have to tell them anymore.
My dream starts off in a house, of which I am unfamiliar. While we are in this house we hear the patter on the roof from what we assume to be the debris of a volcanic eruption. I go outside expecting to see smoke and dust in the air and mass chaos. (Mind you, this is taking place back home in Fremont, CA. where there are no volcanoes just hills). But all I see is a few rocks on the porch and everyone seems to be fine and definitely no signs people freaking-out.
I refuse to let my feelings go unheard and I demand my family and I to get on the move. So we grab a few things that we deem important. I grab my cell phone (which was really not my cell phone in real life), and a canteen of water. We then head out. As we travel by foot we attract a crowd of people, which then turns out to be the whole town trying to get out-of-town.
The weather then turns dark and scary, the wind is still it feels very doom and gloom. But the weird thing is that it does not have an "end of the world" feel just natural disaster feel. So with me is my "family". My mom, my dad (who at this point is a large black man, but turns into my actual dad about halfway through the dream,which is also weird since my dad past away Aug 2007.), my brother and my sisters.
We then get to the point where the road we are traveling on is interrupted by a mudslide and half the crowd keeps traveling downward and we turn around and head back up. At this point I loose my canteen but have managed to drop my phone, chase it, and reclaim it. We then find this large house and take it as a safe place. Also, through out this whole dream there has been no government assistance or communication, radio broadcasts, helicopters, nothing. We then hang out and try to get this strange radio to work but it was built like a old jewelry box with the thin slide out drawers and those were how you got radio stations. There were about 10 "drawers/stations". The first 4 or so were about young adults and college experimentation. I then got embarrassed and flipped through those ones quickly to the last few stations that were just normal news broadcast but no one said anything about the bay area falling apart.
Then I went into the living room and asked my dad, "Are you alright daddy?"(which is strange because me and my dad never got along and I never called him daddy) Then he said I'll be fine, I'd be more worried about your mother, she has high blood pressure". Then it clicked, OMG we never grabbed her medication, (which as far as I know she, in real life, doesn't take anything for high blood pressure but I know she used to struggle with it.) Then I was thinking I should go through this house to see if I could find anything for her.
Then this woman comes up to the house we are staying at and offers to pay $100 for the screen on the front window. I refuse, but my mom agrees and the woman pays by check. Which is rediculous becasue who knows if that will bounce or what, but I took this as my mom making the lady feel good about offering something for the screen even though we would probably never get to a bank. Then the lady and the small child she was with barged into the house and wanted to see what else we had. Then I freak out because I didn't want her to find the blood pressure medication before I did. Then I followed her around to make sure she didn't take anything that my family may need. We went through all these rooms and we found this really old room with vintage toys and photographs. Which I tried to tell her was ours so that she thought the house was ours. But all they took was this ugly fleece pancho with tassles on the hem. Have fun!
After the lady left, we left to go to this mall area in hopes to find some information. But it seemed like the electricity was working there and the movie theater was still showing movies but the actual retail area was closed off to the public and at that point they were only allowing military employees to enter and there were even people that were posing as a soldiers just to get in to buy batteries and radios. Then I started to complain that we haven't heard anything from the government yet, and how ridiculous it is getting. Then my aunt Andie said, "I know I cant wait to see what Clinton does!". My response was in a very sarcastic voice, "OOOOOBBBBAAAAAMMMMAAAAA!!!!, our current president is O-BAMA!" She then sat down in the desk next to us ( like the desk you sat in high school, with the writing platform and bar conncecting the seat.) And then she began to pout because she was off by 9 years. Then I said, "Now that we are clear on who should be doing something, where hell is Obama?!" Then the guy in the seat in front of me got up to answer a call on his cell phone and who was it? Barack Obama. He proceeds to talk about how he has this great new stand up set that he can't wait to unleash on the public and stands up on the semi-stage things in the mall courtyard and begins to do a dance.
Then I woke up.