Ostrich Attacks

Ostrich, originally uploaded by greenpinkorange.

I wish I could remember my dream from last night more clearly because it was absolutely nuts. The dream opened with my mom, hubby and myself along with a lot of the rest of my family (even some I am actively no longer in contact with) being at grandma and papau's house. Grandma had asked me to go through some old boxes and repack them, so I was working on that.

At some point, something weird started happening out in the yard (which had also become bigger than it really is). There were all sorts of scary animals out there. There were also suddenly other people I didn't really know in the house who I suppose we knew in the context of the dream. At one point, a few people decided to go out to papau's shed to get something and the girl that was with them got her head eaten off by an ostrich in full horror movie style. No, really. It was surprisingly grizzly and not funny like you'd think it might be. Ostriches are mean fuckers.

So we decided we all needed to get out and drive away. I stopped sorting and we packed up our bags. Somehow we weren't scared about going to the cars in the driveway despite the fact that there were even prehistoric looking cats and stuff stalking the yard by this point. We ended up joining most of the people in a large bus driven by a guy that, again, I don't really know. We were driving toward the edge of town (that wasn't really the edge of the town they live in) and trying to find a place to eat.

I sort of lose the thread of what was going on at that point, but... wow, it was a little crazy. And, once again, I don't think anyone but me and mom actually *spoke* to papau in the dream. I'm still not clear whether he was actually there or... what.

Winding Roads and Glam

Adam Lambert, originally uploaded by Norman Petrache.

My dream last night was a bizarre mix of the shows I'd been watching, the music I'd been listening to, and the stories I'd been reading.

It opened much like watching a movie. I can't remember the exact back story, but the main dude somehow wronged these other guys when he was a kid. There were four other kids - one the leader and three others that were hurt or whatever by what he did. Again, can't remember what in the world it was.

Then we cut to him grown up. Somehow the leader of the wronged group is out of the sanitarium or whatnot, and he's after the guy. The guy knows it and runs. Now I'm a part of the action and Otis (one of our dogs) and I are at his friend's house trying to help him plan a way to get out of it. We realize that the guy will be sending his lackeys in a particular order based on when/how they were hurt when they were kids. We all decide to go our separate ways and try to find help or something.

I take Otis and end up going to a small town grocery store to get some supplies. The place is super grungey and they're cleaning out a freezer stocked with meat that had gone bad because the freezer failed. Somehow I realize I'd been drinking beer (which I don't even drink) while driving and ditch it in their garbage can so no one knows.

We head back out on the road and then I get fuzzy on the order of events. The guy's girlfriend disappears, so we all go back to meet at the friend's house. When I get there, the place is pretty much empty like he packed up and lit out even though he was supposed to be there waiting for us. I get a little edgy and go back to the car.

At some point not long after (things get a bit muddled at this point), Adam Lambert shows up. Yeah, I know. I don't know why. But I'm not complaining. We find the girlfriend at some point, and she ends up getting a total crush on Adam. Apparently she's the only person in the world who doesn't realize he's gay and sort of throws herself at him. He's totally nice about it but, naturally, kinda blows her off as much as possible. We're all still trying to fix everything and save the dude and... then the alarm went off. I'm kinda bummed I didn't get to see what happened because I fell SURE that Adam would have used some sort of glam awesomeness to save us all.

Dangerous Liasons with Snakes

Crotalus scutulatus ( Mojave Rattlesnake ), originally uploaded by Mr Nikon.

I was staying at grandma's house and finding myself frustrated that there were no toothbrushes around to use. I'm not sure why I expected there to be one since grandma hasn't kept one there for me in the better part of a decade.

I looked out the window and saw that the yard was flooded. It wasn't swampy like the last time (within the dream, I still recalled my previous dream), just wet. I could see a few small fish (a goldfish kept watching me as I moved around the window) and some water bugs. After some more searching in the house, I went outside.

There was plenty of room to walk around the flooding, so I went over and sat on one of the walls in the yard. Frogs were jumping around in some of the puddles, so I watched them. When I bent down, I realized there was a hole in the wall so that you could see under where you were sitting.

I saw the back end of a snake and froze. Rattlesnake. When I turned, I saw that I was right beside the front end. Sophie (one of our dogs) wasn't far away, and I didn't want to act too strangely because I was worried that she might come over to check out what was going on. Instead I started backing off slowly. Well, the snake didn't like that a bit and coiled up to strike.

Somehow I managed to grab it, but once I had it, I was too scared to cut its head off. I stabbed it a few times in the neck with my pocket knife, but it was still alive. It followed us, so I caught it again and held it so it couldn't bite. When I got inside, I was freaking out and explained to mom what happened. She chided me for not killing it and then chopped its head off herself.

We were then preparing to take a trip with grandma, and I was disappointed because I'd forgotten to bring any music at all for the drive. Before we got much further than that, the alarm woke me up.

Zoos and Murder

creepiest men's room EVER, originally uploaded by wizmo.

Once again, my dream started out rather pleasant last night. I was at a really cool indoor zoo with my best bud Ashley. I noticed that some people had taken to getting annual memberships and jogging through the building as exercise. I thought that was ingenious since the zoo was right downtown and close to so many businesses. What better way to exercise than in an air conditioned environment while looking at cool animals?

Sometime later I went down the escalator (which was going far too fast for some reason) to leave. Outside I spotted a guy with a gun. I bravely... well, okay, I grabbed the closest guy to me and begged him to help me before more or less throwing him at the dude with the gun. What? Self preservation, baby. Anyway, while the guy with the gun beat the crap out of said guy (no idea why he didn't shoot him), I ran for it. The landscape outside was strange, but I finally found a spot at the end of a house behind some bushes that seemed secure. Unfortunately crazy dude with a gun caught up with me. I think he was going to shoot me or something, but I woke up. Yay alarm clock?

Be Fruitful & Make Baby Rats

My dream last night actually started out well. In the waking world, one of our rats is dying. She's having a lot of trouble and we're doing what we can to make her comfortable. In my dream, however, we discovered that she'd only been ill because she was pregnant. She had a large litter of beautiful little baby rats (that oddly ranged in age from tiny to obviously a few days old) and was doing well. We were playing with the babies and so excited about how excellent she was doing!

Then I went over to Spike's cage (Spike being our gargoyle gecko) and found that he was dead. Worse than that, for some reason he was split open. It was absolutely horrific, and I immediately called Wes to take care of him. Thankfully at that point my memory of the dream blurs.

Needless to say, for the third day in a row I don't feel particularly rested.

Cults are Bad, Mmmkay?

Last night I dreamt that Wes I were on some sort of vacation. It involved going to an island or something on a small boat with some other people. The other people seemed nice enough, but as the trip wore on, things got weirder and weirder. I can't remember what specifically was tipping me off, but the whole thing made me uneasy.

We arrived at some point and entered an absolutely massive old house. It was really more like an old school or English manor or something. Everything was nice and antique and fancy. I kept telling Wes that I really wanted to leave, but he didn't want to. Finally they were showing us to rooms or something, and Wes mentioned that he'd brought our dogs. I was furious since I was already thinking about running from the people I was pretty sure were crazy, and now I had to figure out how to get the dogs safe too.

Eventually I found some time while everyone was in a meeting (before which I begged Wes once again to come with me) to slip away. I went downstairs to the basement since it was the only part I hadn't seen and there were animals everywhere. They were in cages stacked up to the ceiling. Whether they were all pets of the various people in the place or not I didn't know. I ran through the room and let all the animals out, knowing that our dogs would follow me and the other critters would go attack the employees in the cult headquarters. I also set some kind of explosives or something like that and then hightailed it out of there. On the way out, I saw a groundskeeper who had helped me open some locked doors and told him to come with me. The dogs caught up with me then, so we made a break for it.

We all ran until we got to the next down, which was all decorated in a sort of steampunk vibe. We went into some antique store/bed and breakfast just to try and find a place to rest. I was starting to realize that he was actually a member of the cult keeping an eye on me, so I was trying to act normal around him and claimed that I'd gotten us a room so we could rest before moving on. I also saw someone I knew from high school (can't recall who now) who was in a steampunk-y wheelchair. I can't remember what she told me (something about the groundskeeper, I think) and then my alarm went off.

I made Wes promise when I got up that if I ever gave him warnings about crazy people being in a cult, he had to listen.

Storms

Last night I had the first tornado dream that I've had in a long, long time. In the dream, I was at home getting ready for work. I'd just let the dogs out, and when I looked up at the sky through the blinds, I could see a funnel cloud forming in the clouds. I was terrified and started fumbling with the door lock to get it open. I screamed upstairs for Wes and his grandma to get into a bathroom or something to be safe, and I hurried into the downstairs bathroom with the puppies. Then Wes and his grandma (who is living with us at the moment) came down and got into the bathroom as well. Wes had turned the TV on with the volume up really loud so that we could hear weather updates even in the bathroom with the door shut. Not long after, my alarm went off.

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!

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.

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!