Chaos Reigns

I wish I could remember my dream from last night more clearly because I know it had a pronounced, involved plot. The first thing I remember clearly is being at mom's house (though it looked nothing like her house). Her monkey, George, had run away to the neighbor's yard, so we were going to get him. Otis, Sophie, and Fang were all with us but none of them were on leashes for some reason. The neighbor didn't mind the monkey, but I knew he hated dogs being in his yard, so I was trying to keep the dogs from going into the backyard. I was also anxious about getting them on leashes, though mom kept insisting they'd follow without them.


Somehow it all segued into an action movie sort of thing where vampires and humans were working together to fight something else. I was going to a warehouse to meet up with the other people who were going to fight, and my friend Ashley (going by her internet handle of Feral) and my friend Nicky were both there. They looked great, and I observed that I hadn't even had a chance to put on make-up in my hurry to get there. No one seemed to care much. Some new humans arrived to help, and they were singing something (80s song, I know, but I don't remember what) in a very Glee sort of a way as they came in.

Then I can't recall what happens for awhile and suddenly there was a car chase sort of thing. I remember stopping to let mom get in, and she was riding in the car with the door open. I wanted to stop and make her settle in and close it, but there wasn't time. We saw Nathan from Heroes dressed up like some kind of thug crime lord in the back of a car with his girlfriend (didn't recognize her), and somehow we realized it meant we'd been set up, though I couldn't for the life of me say how.

I was busy last night. No wonder I overslept!

MJ Lives!

This is one of those duo dreams where one dream seems to lead into another.

It started out that I was in some sort of camp. We were all supposed to finish writing a book before we were allowed to leave. Some people wanted to give up or run away, and they were all murdered horribly. I can't remember the specifics of it all, just the stress of knowing I had to write something but not having any idea of what to put down or where to begin and knowing I didn't have much more time to finish in.

Then I was attending a final press conference with Michael Jackson. I knew it was not long before his death somehow even at the time. There were a lot of other people there, including Lindsey from work and her husband (who I've never met). MJ came in wearing cut off shorts and a bulky jacket/shirt. We all thought it was pretty bizarre-looking, but he was really nice and polite and greeted everyone warmly and answered questions. Then as he was leaving with his entourage, he whipped off the jacket, and there was a long, flowing cape underneath like the kind you'd see a king wearing in an old movie. Very lush and expensive-looking... and an odd match with cut off shorts, let me tell you.

I'm a Doll

Last night, I was a Doll. Yes, like on Dollhouse (damn Fox for cancelling that show just when it was getting really good!).

Except I wasnt. I didn't look like me, and I was both involved in the action and watching it all at the same time. I can't remember the full set up, but myself and a few other people (one of them the dean of students where I work) were infiltrating a town that was some kind of cult. There was a special event going on that we were trying to get information about or something along those lines. We snuck into town pretending to be one of the faithful, making chit-chat, etc.

Eventually we ran into a guy who pretended to know us. Now from my perspective watching the action, I knew it was Vincent Ventresca's character from Dollhouse, and I knew he didn't have anything more to do with the cult than we did because he was just trying to get revenge on the Dollhouse. But in the dream, I kind of went along with it, flirted, pretended that I knew him too.

He got us inside the hotel we'd been trying to infiltrate, sat us down at a table with some "friends" of his, and then, naturally, betrayed us and revealed that we weren't who we were pretending to be. Unfortunately I'm not sure what the thrilling climax was since I woke up.

I'll Be Out Back Painting Gnocci

Yes, that's actually a quote from my dream last night, something Wes said to me. No, I really don't know why because it was right before I woke up.

The main part of the dream was only slightly more coherent. At first I was at a party where a lot of old high school friends were. I was mostly hanging out with Kristin and Riley, and it was good times. We were reminiscing, laughing. We decided to go to an after party at someone else's house, and I piled in with Riley to make the drive. It was late and rainy, but it was an easy drive, and we were joking and having fun the whole way.

We got to the house, and there was a host or something who told us about cleaning the place out. We were all kind of confused until a huge wave crashed down over us (the tent-like house was beside the ocean). At first I couldn't get up from under the water because the breath had been knocked out of me, but finally I surfaced. We were all shocked but not bothered for some reason.

The next thing I really remember is being at an apartment I was sharing with a girl I'd apparently gone to college with. A war had broken out, but it wasn't a modern war. It was like frontier war. I went outside and everyone was getting their rifles and getting into wagons and stuff. I even had a rifle, but I knew I wasn't a good shot, and somehow I knew that I wasn't supposed to go. So I ended up watching as most of the people I knew loaded up into the wagons and left. I went back into the apartment (doubly strange since it was normal and modern, not period at all) and started cleaning to distract myself. I found Ashley (my best friend)'s blanket and refused to put it in the wash since it smelled like her. It was her and Wes and Riley that I was really worried about since I knew that all of them were off fighting, and I didn't know when they'd be back.

Then I half woke up and the dream shifted, and I don't remember anything much after that.

Tiny Puppies

I've forgotten a lot of my dream last night, though I know it was one of those obnoxiously active ones where you wake up almost as tired as you went to sleep. :: yawn ::

But part of the dream was that I was at mom's house visiting (though the house didn't look anything like her real house) and she and Kathy were breeding puppies. As they tend to be in my dreams, the puppies were extra tiny. I naturally fell in love with all of them and kept trying to tell them to keep all the puppies, though mom would only agree to keep one. I spent most of the time while I was playing with the puppies trying to decide whether I could get away with adding a fourth puppy to our collection at home.

There was also some arguing and stress and going through my old stuff I'd left in a closet, but the most interesting thing? Tiny cute puppies.

No Swimming

Last night I had a dream that Wes and I were staying at someone's house. It was massive - more like an estate than just a house - and had a courtyard in the middle with a pool and hot tub. It was just us and a few other people when we first arrived, so we all hit the hot tub. After that, I was stripping down to my swimsuit (no, no idea why I was dressed again after the hot tub) so that I could swim in the pool since it's been literally years since I had the chance to go swimming. But Wes interrupted and said that he wanted us to go upstairs and see what our room was like instead. I was really disappointed and almost said no, but finally sort of agreed and went up with him.

There wasn't much doing up there, but it was almost like a small apartment since there was a little kitchen and such. We made something to eat, and by the time that was done, people were pouring into the house. Some of them I knew and recognized, a lot of them were strangers. And they were wandering everywhere, even into our room. I was frustrated by the lack of privacy and still pissed about not having gotten to go swimming. Eventually I wandered off and tried to find someone that I knew, and when I looked out the window, there was Wes, hanging out by the pool. I was furious and went down to confront him, and that was about when I woke up.

...yeah, not at all stressful.

Old Friends

Unfortunately I can't remember a lot of my dream last night, which is too bad because I recall it being fun. What I do remember is running into my friend Joey from high school who I haven't seen or heard from in almost ten years. I was attending a small gallery show at a school or hotel or something (I dunno... big building), and I ran into him almost literally. Got a hug, we chatted, and that's unfortunately about all I can remember.

Passion of the... Twitch?

Again, I wish I could remember more details. The only thing I recall is that I was part of a large tour group going through an exhibit at a museum or something depicting the life of Jesus. We went through all the standard stuff and then at the end, we were told we could see a real, respectful depiction of the crucifiction or a horror version of it. I naturally opted for the horror version, and there was an african american Jesus on the cross covered in blood and wearing a clown costume. At first I was weirded out, but then I realized that I recognized the guy playing Jesus (nope, not a dummy, it was a real person), though I couldn't place him. We all were shuffled out to have our lunch at the lunch tables, and the guy who played Jesus came too. I realized after watching him from down the table for awhile that it was Twitch from So You Think You Can Dance.

Now THAT was a weird one.

Living Horror Movie

Last night was a strange one. I was in a horror movie. Well, part of the time I was in it, part of the time it was like I was watching it. I can't remember the details, sadly, but someone had killed a bunch of people and hid the bodies in this old house. Myself and some other people were there for another reason but ended up finding the bodies. Then the killer showed up (after he spoke, I remember observing that he was played by Henry Rollins of all random things).

The "scene" changed and I was lying in bed seeing the killer out my window. He was on the next hill over from the house sort of yelling to the heavens about what he was going to do to the people there, and then he looked over and I knew he'd seen me. It was odd, though, because I was scared and at the same time reassuring myself that it was just a movie, so I'd be fine. I wish I could remember more specifics about the first part - very weird.

Memory

I'm working to more actively remember my dreams since the last two nights, I've had very vivid dreams... that I couldn't remember clearly enough to blog about. I know someone from work was in the one night before last, and that's about the only detail I've been able to zero in on. It always frustrates me since I like to remember my dreams and catalog them.

Late! Late!

I had one of my standard dreams last night. I was starting a new semester of college (keep in mind, I graduated three years ago) and didn't know my schedule. I couldn't find it, had no idea what classes I was supposed to be showing up for... Most of the dream is fuzzy, but I remember that part. It's something that comes up pretty often in my dreams. I don't think actually forgetting I'd signed up for a class my first semester of college helps any... lol

Girl Time

Last night I had a dream that I was going with a group of other women on a "girl week" kind of vacation. Most of the women weren't people I know in reality - or at least not that I remember knowing - with the exception of a couple (my boss, Melissa, and one other woman who I couldn't recall once I woke up). In the dream, I knew them all and we did the vacation thing out to a cabin one of them owned every year.

Outside the cabin was a beautiful lake, and myself and another woman realized we didn't have suits. After we painted out the annual canvas (we painted over and repainted a particular canvas as a group every year), we decided to go into town and see a movie and get the few things that some of us had forgotten. Though the trip was planned, the exact departure date had been unexpected or moved up or something, so I had gotten all flustered and forgotten some things. Apparently I wasn't alone. We had just gotten to the really cool theater when I woke up.

Dinner for Breakfast

I can't remember all of my dream last night, but at one point, I went out to an Italian restaurant with my sister and boyfriend. But it was odd because it was first thing in the morning. We had a long, leisurely meal, but then I realized that I was already an hour late to work and got all panicky. Wes said it was no big deal, that my mom was coming to drop me off. I relaxed, and he went off to work. Mom came and we dropped Kathy (my sister) off at school. Then she started driving me to work and I got anxious again because I realized I had no way to get home. She was going to go home, Wes worked too far away to pick me up, and I was freaking out. Then I woke up... I hate it when there's no resolution!

Trains and Sets

This is actually my dream from the night before last, but I didn't remember it until I laid down to sleep last night.

I don't recall the set-up, but Wes and I were on a relatively slow moving train that was winding its way through some kind of movie studio or something. It went slow enough that you could get off and look around if you wanted to, but nobody really did... except Wes. He kept insisting on getting out, walking around, touching things (while I yelled to him from the train to leave the stuff alone). The last set we saw was all ready for filming, and it had been flooded with a few inches of water on the floor for some reason.

And that is officially all I remember.

Cows & Bodies & Porn

I had a couple of dreams last night, though I don't recall them in their entirety.

During the first, Wes and I were driving down the road talking about looking for Christmas lights. He was wanting me to go scouting for good ones, and I pointed out that I'd probably get lost (we were driving past neighborhoods we didn't know well. All of a sudden, we were walking down the country road instead of driving. Wes pointed out a steer on the other side of the road and I pointed out that there was a little calf coming up to us. I started petting the calf, and it lay down and rolled over onto its back just like a puppy would.

The second dream is even fuzzier, though it had a lot of bizarre imagery. This one was more like watching a movie than participating. I was driving through a strange town and saw a funeral procession. But it was strange because the procession was being led by people walking. Then I looked to one side of the road and there was a run-down black hearse there, but it was open. Lying on the ground were two bodies. They looked as if autopsies had already been performed (you could see the Y-incisions, unclosed) but there were birds and such crowding around the bodies. None of the townspeople seemed to find this at all unusual, and I started rolling up my windows and freaking out. Eventually the crowd thinned and I was able to drive away.

In the third dream, there was the movie factor again - but in this case, I was watching a movie. I don't remember much about it at all save that there was a scene with a little boy paddling across a massive river or lake in a rowboat with an older man who was trying to teach him to row properly. The boy kept talking about some legends he'd been reading about. Later on, I was looking through some other movies with Wes, and we found two porn movies starring Glenn Quinn (y'know, a "before they were famous" kind of thing that doesn't actually exist).

And that was my freaky night last night. Enjoy!

Lots of Dreaming

...but very little remembering the last few days. I always find that frustrating. I've been dreaming literally almost every time I drop off even if I don't sleep for long, but I'm having trouble hanging onto what the dreams were about. I'm hoping that by trying to focus in a bit better after I wake up, I can fix that!

Back Entries

I added in a bunch of back entries from my LiveJournal so that all my dream journaling is together. I think I may have written entries somewhere too, and I'll type them up and add them if I ever find the journal. I know I HAVE all my old journals... I just haven't a clue where they are. rofl