I had sort of a back-to-school dream last night. I was getting set up in a dorm, my roommate seemed nice, I had some cute clothes and dorm furnishings, so overall it was agreeable. There was an unpleasant bit where I got hung up on getting ready to go to the library to study, though. I kept putting on more and more and more makeup, wondering why I was doing it and why it wasn't making me look better [and now I wonder what that was all about, because it was significantly more makeup than I ever actually wear]. I made a resolution that I was just going to stop where I was, go to the library, try not to worry about looking like a clown, and henceforth be an effortless natural beauty (!). I felt rather optimistic about my future as an E.N.B.
The other disagreeable part of the dream was my ex-boyfriend calling just as I was getting ready to leave. I was puzzled about how he had gotten my new number so quickly, and I was really annoyed because, although I didn't have anything against talking to him from time to time, I had a sense that he was going to start calling really frequently and I wouldn't be able to figure out how to get him to stop without being rude and hurting his feelings.
And I just had a flashback to a dream that I had completely forgotten, from a few weeks ago. I don't remember the story line, just images. It involved a fantastically overcrowded house (not mine) and a blues singer. The whole atmosphere was very Deep South.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
murder and houses and babies and dogs and rainn wilson
not sure where one dream ended and the others began...
i had gotten some sort of a flier and saw a commercial simultaneously about ridiculously fancy homes with all kinds of amenities - hot tubs and lookout towers (?) - and the commercial and flier touted that these homes could be rented for super cheap. i showed the flier to my now roommates and told them that i didn't know if it was a hoax but maybe we should check it out. we went to one of the homes at night and met with the realtor lady. oh, and a big selling point was that you could have has many dogs as you'd like while living there. somewhere during the meeting/tour, it was determined that the owners of these super nice houses had all been murdered and that's why rent was so cheap. and that's when i had a flash back to a sentence on the flier that said "why let a little murder stand in the way of living your dreams"? oh, i thought, that's what that meant. i also learned during the meeting/tour that most people who have participated in this special "offer" came home to find that their dogs were killed. we decided to pass.
at some point one of my roommates was pregnant. she was very calm and collected about the whole thing, which surprised me because of the not being married and having a strict chinese mother thing. she asked if i would be ok with having a baby as a roommate as well because she didn't want to move. i was fine with it.
i was at my old place of employment (hospital) and was wandering around for some reason. i had a shopping cart. a 20 something girl came up and stood next to my shopping cart and smiled at me as she combined tomato juice and vodka in a secret container for her to drink while at the hospital. she then put the rest of the tomato juice in my cart, leaving it to drip where ever i went. i was very angry about this - like super angry and offended that she would do such a thing to me! i found the complaint desk and made a formal complaint and felt very vindicated in doing so. i think i also called her a bitch as she got into her car to drive off.
i was walking in a downtown area looking for a place to eat. i realized that i was with an ex and was confused about why we would be hanging out and having dining together. i decided we must be friends now. we had dinner at a chinese restaurant and the whole experience was rather lovely. when we left the restaurant it was raining. i did not have an umbrella, he did. he left me to walk back to the car in the rain as he ran off ahead with his umbrella. i mumbled something along the lines of wow, he is still such an ass.
i was outside of the hospital i was at a couple of sequences ago. it was night time. a man ran up to me asking me about a little boy named "walter". the man was frantic. i realized the little boy was rainn wilson's (dwight on the office) son and that the man was the boy's uncle and rainn wilson's brother. it turned out the boy had died while in his uncle's care. i felt so sorry for both rainn for losing his son and for his brother for having to carry the guilt.
i had gotten some sort of a flier and saw a commercial simultaneously about ridiculously fancy homes with all kinds of amenities - hot tubs and lookout towers (?) - and the commercial and flier touted that these homes could be rented for super cheap. i showed the flier to my now roommates and told them that i didn't know if it was a hoax but maybe we should check it out. we went to one of the homes at night and met with the realtor lady. oh, and a big selling point was that you could have has many dogs as you'd like while living there. somewhere during the meeting/tour, it was determined that the owners of these super nice houses had all been murdered and that's why rent was so cheap. and that's when i had a flash back to a sentence on the flier that said "why let a little murder stand in the way of living your dreams"? oh, i thought, that's what that meant. i also learned during the meeting/tour that most people who have participated in this special "offer" came home to find that their dogs were killed. we decided to pass.
at some point one of my roommates was pregnant. she was very calm and collected about the whole thing, which surprised me because of the not being married and having a strict chinese mother thing. she asked if i would be ok with having a baby as a roommate as well because she didn't want to move. i was fine with it.
i was at my old place of employment (hospital) and was wandering around for some reason. i had a shopping cart. a 20 something girl came up and stood next to my shopping cart and smiled at me as she combined tomato juice and vodka in a secret container for her to drink while at the hospital. she then put the rest of the tomato juice in my cart, leaving it to drip where ever i went. i was very angry about this - like super angry and offended that she would do such a thing to me! i found the complaint desk and made a formal complaint and felt very vindicated in doing so. i think i also called her a bitch as she got into her car to drive off.
i was walking in a downtown area looking for a place to eat. i realized that i was with an ex and was confused about why we would be hanging out and having dining together. i decided we must be friends now. we had dinner at a chinese restaurant and the whole experience was rather lovely. when we left the restaurant it was raining. i did not have an umbrella, he did. he left me to walk back to the car in the rain as he ran off ahead with his umbrella. i mumbled something along the lines of wow, he is still such an ass.
i was outside of the hospital i was at a couple of sequences ago. it was night time. a man ran up to me asking me about a little boy named "walter". the man was frantic. i realized the little boy was rainn wilson's (dwight on the office) son and that the man was the boy's uncle and rainn wilson's brother. it turned out the boy had died while in his uncle's care. i felt so sorry for both rainn for losing his son and for his brother for having to carry the guilt.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Bad Owner
I came home to an apartment I shared with a roommate (my ex). I was rushing to get ready to go back out again. My roommate needed the place to himself. I was trying to get ready, then suddenly remembered I had a dog. My dog was a black Labrador retriever. She came out looking a little emaciated and dehydrated. I had forgotten to leave out food and water for her all day and did not walk her before I left that morning. I was apologizing to the dog, thinking she would be mad and not come to me, but she was still very sweet and just happy for me to be home. I filled her food bowl with extra kibble from the bag and filled up two bowls of water. I still did not have enough time to go for a long walk, so I asked my roommate if he could let her out for five minutes, so she wouldn't go in the apartment. I felt guilty for rushing out again.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Mac & Cheese
We were having a garden party with some family friends. We were all sitting around a table on the front lawn of a house. Everyone was eating Macaroni and Cheese out of little white bowls. Apparently The Boy had made it and everyone loved it because it was Brandy flavored. I thought that sounded really gross, but everyone else was raving about it.
Then I noticed that my mom kept throwing her food into the garden, slyly so no one would notice. She kept asking for more, then just throwing it away. It was somehow getting washed away, so it was like a river of mac & cheese & dirt behind the flowers. Looking at my mom, I thought she looked sick and was suddenly very worried about her. For some reason I was convinced that she had cancer or something and was dying. I pulled her into the bathroom to ask her what was wrong. I sat in the bathtub. She told me that she was upset because this person she was living with (not my dad, I think they had brought in a college-aged boarder) was upset because my mom was getting up and going to the bathroom four times a night, and then every morning at four am. So the person who had been living with them had decided to move out. She was very solemn about the whole thing and I didn't understand what that had to do with her throwing out her food, or why they had someone living with them.
I woke up right after that, and was so intrigued by the dream that I wanted to fall back asleep and continue it. But that didn't happen.
Then I noticed that my mom kept throwing her food into the garden, slyly so no one would notice. She kept asking for more, then just throwing it away. It was somehow getting washed away, so it was like a river of mac & cheese & dirt behind the flowers. Looking at my mom, I thought she looked sick and was suddenly very worried about her. For some reason I was convinced that she had cancer or something and was dying. I pulled her into the bathroom to ask her what was wrong. I sat in the bathtub. She told me that she was upset because this person she was living with (not my dad, I think they had brought in a college-aged boarder) was upset because my mom was getting up and going to the bathroom four times a night, and then every morning at four am. So the person who had been living with them had decided to move out. She was very solemn about the whole thing and I didn't understand what that had to do with her throwing out her food, or why they had someone living with them.
I woke up right after that, and was so intrigued by the dream that I wanted to fall back asleep and continue it. But that didn't happen.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
six is a crowd
two nights in a row i've dreamed about the house i lived in when i was in junior high. the house belongs to my grandparents and my family lived there for 4 or 5 years while my grandparents lived in denver.
anyway, in the night before lasts' dream, i was renting this house and my grandparents lived in another house on the same street. i woke up to find bees everywhere. millions of bees, all covering the ceiling and the walls. i ran out of the house and down to my grandparents and asked them what in heck i should do about all these bees?? and my grandma suggested i just go back and open the windows and plug in lots of large fans and blow them all out the windows. she was quite nonchalant when giving this solution, as if this is something that she's been through a thousand times and it was no big deal. and i was all but there are MILLIONS of them! but she was very confident that this situation could be remedied in no time.
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in last night's dream, i was also renting this same house. and i was looking for roommates (i'm currently looking for a roommate right now in real life so i'm guessing that's what prompted this). but quickly the roommate thing got out of control and i found myself with five roommates in a three bedroom home. and what was worse... the two roommates who were sharing one of the rooms was my ex and his girlfriend. and the two roommates sharing my other room was another ex and his girlfriend. and the person who was sharing my room was a guy who i've just met, and though i think he's cool and all... i really had no desire to share a room with him.
i felt overwhelmed and cramped and without any privacy. in my dream i just kept thinking i need my own space! i can't live with so many people! i have to have my own room! this sucks! but everyone else seemed to think it was a great idea.
anyway, in the night before lasts' dream, i was renting this house and my grandparents lived in another house on the same street. i woke up to find bees everywhere. millions of bees, all covering the ceiling and the walls. i ran out of the house and down to my grandparents and asked them what in heck i should do about all these bees?? and my grandma suggested i just go back and open the windows and plug in lots of large fans and blow them all out the windows. she was quite nonchalant when giving this solution, as if this is something that she's been through a thousand times and it was no big deal. and i was all but there are MILLIONS of them! but she was very confident that this situation could be remedied in no time.
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in last night's dream, i was also renting this same house. and i was looking for roommates (i'm currently looking for a roommate right now in real life so i'm guessing that's what prompted this). but quickly the roommate thing got out of control and i found myself with five roommates in a three bedroom home. and what was worse... the two roommates who were sharing one of the rooms was my ex and his girlfriend. and the two roommates sharing my other room was another ex and his girlfriend. and the person who was sharing my room was a guy who i've just met, and though i think he's cool and all... i really had no desire to share a room with him.
i felt overwhelmed and cramped and without any privacy. in my dream i just kept thinking i need my own space! i can't live with so many people! i have to have my own room! this sucks! but everyone else seemed to think it was a great idea.
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