Dreams between snoozes

#1    I'm at work and I am looking for the number for the therapist who is picking me up for the  special olympics.  "I think she is coming soon,"  I tell Lauren.  Lauren starts to set up exercise mats.  I realize that I forgot to tell Tim that I am leaving work early so I can help with the special olympics.  I'm thinking about sneaking over to the calendar and writing it in, but start to feel bad that I am leaving.  Lauren says she can start exercises if I need to leave but I think I have enough time.  I go over and climb on top of this huge pile of mats so that I am elevated above everyone else.  As I begin to march my pile of mats begin to move and Lauren and I realize that the pile is way too high.  Lauren begins to "jenga" my mats; I keep moving so that it doesn't interrupt exercise.  As she slowly begins to remove mats my tower begins to fall.  Down I go.  "Be careful Stephanie,"  says Trina.

alarm, snooze

#2 I'm outside waiting for my ride when I hear Christy scream.  I know she is sleeping on the roof so I run to her room to see what is going on.  When I get to her room she is walking from the roof to her bedroom with a strange girl (The roof of the garage is attached to her door and she has made a huge tent outside.  When I see her walking towards me she has to walk over a small ledge.  Everything surrounding them is red due to the huge red cloth that covers the whole roof. For some reason I feel really eerie about this.)  "This is our new couch surfer."  says Christy.  "Don't worry I didn't sleep over" say the couch surfer.  I am confused. They both seem to be saying things to make me feel better as if I have been tricked into something.  I am trying to figure out what is going on.

alarm, snooze

#3  We are all together.  I put some bread pieces in an oven.  We are all dressed up and in another town. (I think it is Sante Fe) We all have on really cute, dark colored dresses. (side note: my legs look amazing in my dark purple dress which I keep noticing throughout the dream)  We end up talking to this group of men.  "The leader"(super rockabilly) of some "man gang"  is talking to us in a smooth and snide manner, informing us how interesting him and his boys are and how they run the town. (we are in a town of leather jackets, school dances, and lots of gossip)  He is kind of baiting us and saying he will be keeping his eye on us.  I say we don't really care.  We go to the dance (which is kind of like a barn or street dance with checkered tables and a big dance floor) and take over the dance party. We leave on a motorcycle (with four of us on it at the same time and the driver sitting forward and the rest side saddle).   The next day or later that evening(we are still wearing the same dresses) we run into "the leader" again and he informs us that we are the talk of the town.  "We don't care what people think"  I say.  Everyone is getting excited and  I start saying (insert long monologue here) that the reason people are talking is because we don't care and  just have fun so we can't start to care now. (For some reason I am really worried about this.)  We hop onto the bike with Trina up front to drive the bike. "Ok Trina let's go" I quickly have the realization that Trina can't drive the bike so I put my hands over her hands and help steer the bike.   We are driving through the city at night and go into this parking garage. As we go over the speed bump,  a security lady looks at us funny and I am nervous about how it must look with Trina up front and me steering the bike from behind her.  We end up at this hotel....  I am talking to this man about "the leader" and how girls fall all over him and that is why he is interested in me because I am not.  While I am talking to him I realize I left the bread in the oven.  I take the bread out of the oven.

alarm.

Maggie's Future Child

Seated on a long couch. Small children approach and introduce themselves gravely and professionally. Their parents are in the kitchen, being shy. One boy introduces himself with a southern drawl. "Mah name's Wowler." He's got yellow hair, blue jean overalls with no shirt underneath and, upon closer inspection, a very impressive five o' clock shadow. He's about four years old, and lives in a van by the river. (I wake up thinking he might belong to Maggie).

My fake uncle comes into the living room and sits on an exercise machine/recliner. He holds a couple of those little egg shakers in his hands and begins to tap out a simple rhythm on his face. His motions become more complex and he incorporates movable parts of the exercise machine into his sound symphony. Eric's jaw drops. Everyone is captivated by this veritable landscape of tapping and clicking and just as we're sure it's about to get even better he gets distracted and drops an egg.

deep sea diving...

Well, we were on a mission to find or retrieve an item from the depths of a large body of water. The means by which we traveled was this enormous llama like sea creature. Three people were riding on it's back as it swam deeper and deeper, but with each length would rise back up to the surface for air, for everyone. So I'm not really sure how it kept getting deeper if it had to get air again and again. Lots of other things happened.

Another Dream Where I See a Map.

I walked into the Craft Center and saw all my friends, I got on the computer to buy a train ticket to the little town outside of Seattle where I lived.


It was a city that started with a "B." Maybe Bremerton, Bellevue, Burien, or Bothell... Bainbridge Island? I had a big milk jug of water in one hand, and I was worried I wouldn't get there in time to go to class.

But somehow I got there. I had my suitcase next to me and I wondered distractedly if I really wanted to study French in grad school. Our teacher had long hair and was sitting cross legged on her desk with a guitar in her lap. But we could tell she was a hard ass. She told us to take out a piece of paper and start writing our first composition. She didn't tell us what to write, she just started playing the guitar. I realized that I would have to finish writing the composition before the song was over. I panicked and couldn't find a clean piece of paper.

"Can we write about Zombies?" asked Bryan, "We've been writing about them a lot anyways because of our community center." Kristen agreed. The teacher said we could write about anything. I tried desperately to remember everything that I'd written about zombies in French, but ended up describing a plate of food instead. As I described it I was simultaneously arranging it: small piles of delicate pastel-colored foods on an ornate platter.

Being in Washington I was surprised to notice the Sandias in the background as we drove through town. I said something like "It's just like Albuquerque!" Whoever I was with said something like "Yah that's where they filmed the movie."

New house for someone. Regular game party with mostly Americorps folk and two of the swedes, I went to dance in the kitchen where Kim Hiorthoy and Kristen were. Bryan was covering my eyes, then ran and hid around the corner... Kim pulled out a bouquet of markers. Like a clown charmer, he pulled out a glowing marker for me and told me he had to leave and get a plane back to Sweden. I was smitten. I woke up and Kaitlan had cleaned my room, taken all my clothes and washed them. But I woke up in real life and this was certainly not the truth.

A field, some large rooms, laureen, and kenn.

Dirt Markings

Dreamt on 5/17

I am looking at Christy and she has covered herself in soot or charcoal, I'm not sure which.  It reminds me of work and how many of the apprentice artist's touch their faces and soon become covered in pastels of all colors.  Everyone is looking at her funny and wondering what is going on. "She is just marking her things, " I say in an attempt to make it seem totally normal to cover oneself in some type of powder.  I am feeling bad and want to defend her in anyway possible. 

America's next top house bunny next door.

I walk outside and meet Stef on the concrete in the forest. Snow starts to fall all around us in the dark. I kneel in it for a while then remember I might get cold because I'm just wearing shorts. But I don't get cold. There is a big TV in a mahogany wardrobe. We watch America's Next Top Model. The house mother is nice for a change ("House mother?" You say? and I say "yep.") She's this really sweet girl with braided hair and freckles and she wears overalls, and has a gap between her front teeth. She's in charge of all the models who are mean hicks. There are men models too and they look like how I draw men sometimes with their heads floating annonymously over some shoulders.

I woke up to cicada sized mouse-bugs all about my bed and house.
I was grossed out. Semi- evolved interbred cicada mice had recently been showing up all over town... it had apparently been on the news. I was accused of bringing them into the house, which was true. I was dirty.
This was after the tornadoes had come through (which started as a weather channel add turned present reality). Returning to the ranch style farm house with the foreign couple that I may or may not have been related to, the husband and I both witnessed these haunted semi trucks plowing through the wall of trees that protected the farm. They were possessed. The wife was preoccupied with getting into the house, but the trucks kept coming through the field and ruining the crops. But once inside the house we had the cicada- mouse infestation to worry about.

7 ? w

At some moment in the middle of the night I wrote these very specific notes in order to help me remember my dream:

rm baby puirning Good songs 7 ? w ring in grocery store

What I remember:

My friend's baby had many piercings, I counted them a few times, each time I counted I saw more. It ended up at 30, lining his tiny neck and ears. We had to go to the store, so we were packing provisions. I mixed raisins, walnuts, and peanut butter chocolate chips in a jar, then filled it up to the brim with soy milk, and shook it around.

We're in a store in Ashland where they sell yarn. It's also Anna Purna. We eat and leave without paying, but only because we forget. There's a round stage elevated in the middle of the room. With petals or feathers flopping out of it.

I am in a waiting room. Handed a guitar the receptionist has me sit behind her desk. She has long brown hair and is hiding behind it all the time. I'm supposed to play happy birthday. I don't do it very well so the receptionist shows me how with a guitar that she pulls out of the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. Her guitar is green tinted. When she sits down to play I look at it more closely. The tuning pegs are just screws, and to tune she tells me, she has to use a wrench. The sound hole looks exactly like a hole created by an alien bursting through someones stomach. But it sounds good. I try to tune to her so she doesn't have to find a wrench.

Farewells and Bears

I'm leaving to go back to Pennsylvania knowing full well it's not where I intend to stay. I concern myself over the boxes of shit I've accumulated...Peter from Alamosa is in my kitchen, "I'm going back to live with my father." I caress his face and cry, "You are beautiful person and special to me. Please always be yourself," because I suspect the world might try to change him....

Haunted apartment that is now mine. Many rooms in a long line, all furnished. Every corner holding the possibility of a spider or ghost, but not in a decrepit way. Two people I do not know. I step into a room that sends chills down my spine. Perhaps I'll just use this place to store those boxes?

Then a swimming exam in some indoor/outdoor arena. Bethany, on crutches, prepares to go first. As she starts to enter the locker room Bryan tells me, presumably learning from his iphone, that there are bears mauling people on the other side of the door. At first, no real panic, then the bears growls are audible. We move. I wait for Bethany to hobble out. Crowds of poeple on a sunny day. I just don't want to get eaten by the bears.

Let the H stop it.

It was stormy, we — being hundreds of scattered people — were doing something. In the middle of nowhere (no tall vegetation, maybe a barn). A landscape not completely unlike I imagined in The Road. Dark clouds took over the sky, wind picked up. I don't know what activity it was that was interrupted by the gathering storm, but we began to all migrate in a similar direction, calm but shaken. Tiny tornadoes — or actually phenomena that fell somewhere between tornado and dust devil — began hurling at us from the right. I wasn't worried, although one was coming right at me:

Eh. Just let the H(-word) stop it. (shrug)

Because between us and the approaching whirlwinds were various words that acted as barriers once the swirlings reached them. There seemed to be a word per swirlystorm — thus, little danger.

We continued walking down a road, southbound? I saw ahead that some folks were playing a game with a medium sized inflatable ball and a bat. Someone smashed it out into the swamp to the east (I remember hearing the "bonnk!" from the bat). The ball was green. Someone waded out to retrieve the ball. It was starting to get a little cold.

Then I was on a slope down toward the lake, maybe retrieving other game balls. Yea, there was a ball in the water. And there was a woman with long black hair swimming. And I thought maybe she would get the ball. But she didn't, so I continued down to the water and had to reach really far to try and... SPLOOSH I was in the water.

No problem. I'll just reach up and pull myself out...

But I was realllly deep. Still, I managed to grab a metal bar of some kind and finally pull myself out...

...foggy...

My Dream, partially dictated by Eric

"Cake? and you were all around a cake, singing?"

We were singing about an intersection that had a spiral curb in in the middle of it.

"I was fixated on the spiral curb, thinking about actually creating one, but leaves would get stuck in it. It would have to be installed by a fire hydrant so you could wash the leaves out."

We were singing in harmony, and a night club owner asked us to come into his nightclub and sing there. He set it up but

"Oh! The music was too loud! You were trying to leave, you saw Maggie and Stef grabbed you and told you you couldn't . "

Maggie and everyone were leaving because Timothy (?) got a let from his mother. It was on yellow construction paper and had black squared marked out on it. In each square it said

"It says over and over, 'I know what you did' 'I know what you did' 'I know what you did'

They were all really scared and felt like they had to take Timothy home to Georgia right away but I wasn't worried because it was on yellow paper and in one box it said "Hooooo haaa haa!" But they left for Georgia anyways.

model planes and wine

We played at some event which landed me two bottles of wine in my back pack, which was still with me in the science classroom where all my highschool buddies were. We were trying to build model airplanes that actually fly. Non of us could get it and were mad that Mr. Morrison had just left us there, and we were all afraid to ask for help. My partner asked and I just scooted my way in on his request. Turns out part of the model was missing, Mr. Morrison apologized and we were all good.

Add Iron Dack!

Arabian Musical

I am waitressing in this small restaurant looking like Jazmin from Aladdin when she dresses like a street person. I am serving when Eric (in turban) comes in and summons me outside. The music breaks out and soon we are singing and dancing all around the market and Eric is doing acrobatics. We are dancing all around the street and then on top of the market tents. Eric is jumping from tent to tent and I can't seem to keep up. We soon run into a group that is giving away fruit and we are helping distributing it when Eric sees that they have hidden some fruit behind a store. He starts to dance and sneak back for the fruit but he gets caught. He slyly juggles and dances he way out of it and I go back to work. My boss looks at me funny and I act like I haven't been gone that long. A women and her child come into the restaurant and I start to speak Spanish to them and take them to their table. As I struggle trying to speak spanish and describing the menu it hits me....I am not even in a spanish speaking country.

- small town parade, "you here for the movie?".... "no Im here for something else"- Antique store- beware of pitbull growling at the door- no, its just a recording- Inside bethanys mothers day present, screenprint, on display- top reads "werthers original mom". Christy looks over my shoulder... "did you help with this" "No" she says wide eyed. Back to the hotel, driving too fast- machismo moves his walking path in to the front of my vehicle- its a rental " If I didnt do that I'd a had to hit you" - "Yeah I know i was driving like an asshole"...scoffed. Need to check out soon, - scooping up snow in a one of those apparatus' used for throwing tennis balls for dogs- making snowballs to throw at machismo- beautiful stranger woman- duck down into hidden tunnel made of reeds- passersby can see us if they really wanted to- lots of hair in the way of kissing- cunnilingus cut too short- check out is at 12:00.

Star TREK and eat my cake too!

Laureen bought a cake especially for Robin and Michele. It was a roommate cake, but for some reason it was in my grocery bag, so I forgot even when she told me twice and I took a big bite out of the cake. She said again "that's the roommate cake Christy!" and I said, "oh, gosh yeah, it was in my bag though with my big bottle of wine. I thought it was my cake... sorry" I felt really bad.

"What in the heck are you doing, Commander?"

So I got up and went to my star fleet locker. I took off all of my pedestrian gear (except for one necklace that might have had the moon on it) and started getting ready to go to space. I remember hearing a lot of commentary while I dressed like it was a sporting event. I lined up with the other cadets, and as we were sworn in my commander (a woman with red hair) gave me a huge bouquet of roses. Another cadet asked what in the heck she was doing and she said, "if you were a woman you'd appreciate it, believe you me."

At some point we were driving up a steep dirt road in a jeep (towards space?).

Unable to sleep post.... maybe writing about things that happen during sleep will help?

OK. Maggie's heard this one.... but it's all I got, minus the nightmare with the incredibly large penis that none of you need to know about.

I was hiking up a mountain with my family. There was snow on the ground and it was cold. Again I found myself without gloves. Which seems to be a crisis theme in my dreams. So like all good children, I took my moms gloves. I felt bad about it in the dream... and even thought it was a typical thing of me to do to my mother. But my fingers were definitely a greenish color, numb and needing gloves.

Glimpse.

A couple of drops that spilled from an entire bucket of dream, that I accuse Delirium of drinking. At least I have these drops.

• I was walking with two friends, unidentifiable, through an unidentifiable forest (it was very green. either east coast, or northwest). A dirt path, a fork in the road. I may have been the "cameraman"... filming. My friends were leading. Maybe they were not friends? Maybe they were simply the actors in this film. They took the left (and higher) fork in the path — but it didn't seem right. I think we backtracked and wound up on the lower (right) fork... later it was time to sleep for the night; we may have laid bedding out on a large flat rock, and cliff edge.

There was some tension, though not acute.
The weather was okay, though rain may have been on the way.

And, as it was time for sleeping, the guy (I think it was a mixed couple that I was following) pulled out his enormous (real?) buffalo head to place over his own, as a mask of sorts. Where had he been hiding it? It was a good thing, anyway, because it looks cloudy.

The Sweet Potato King and Some Other Short Stories

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I'm in a coach (drawn by horses?) with an old man. We're going to a castle. He may be the king of sweet potatoes.

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We're attending a wedding deep in very green forest. We know and love the groom, but are horrified by the witch he's marrying. We try our best not to cry. She demands huge gifts and tells us how to make the bed. Her bed is forty leagues across and we cover it with all the beautiful quilts our grandmothers made. Secretly we hatch a plan.

I take a shovel and begin to dig into the soft earth of the forest. It's rich. We're going to plant a Midnight Moon tree next to the bed. It will make the witch sweeter, or it will make her leave. I go to get some ash to put in with the tree, but when I come back with a golden burned log the hole has grown. I walk down steps into the earth and find myself in a cavern. I hand bits of the burned wood I'm holding to the others and we start drawing beautiful nice ladies on the walls.

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A secret door opens at the far end of the gallery (the same room we are decorating for the witch), "it's time for snack, kids" calls a voice, and all the little kids funnel into the secret tunnel. I hold the door open and seem to notice very fine white teacups balanced precariously around the top.

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Someone standing still and in the shadows says something amazing about money and potatoes. She says it like she knows what she means. I dream I'm remembering what it is all night.

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bicycles.

hmmmm.... I may have told this since it's conception in my sleep last week... but I think it deserves space again.

I was visiting my family in Connecticut for some event with Charlotte and Robert, and we were leaving to go back to New Mexico. Thus Charlotte proceeded to put on her large off white scooter helmet to ride with on her road bike. Naturally this helmet made her road bike motorized.... Robert, however, did not have a magic helmet and my mother insisted that the trip would not be very fun since Robert would be riding sooo much slower that Charlotte on her speedy now motorized road bike. So my mom handed them this really sweet blue tandem bike that they could ride back to New Mexico together on, which of course would now be motorized once ridden by the magic helmet wearing Charlotte and thus she and Robert could ride together at the same swift pace.

We all took off together, the motorized tandem riders and my older brother and I. My brother and I did not have motorized helmets... but that didn't matter in the dream, I think the main characters were Robbie and Charlotte, so the logistical details did not matter so much for the secondary characters.

So traveling we ended up riding through this old factory that was really long... with many large long rooms with old unrecognizable and refused objects. Brown basically. It was exciting though and there were lots of travelers like us to meet and things to be distracted by.... amidst this adventure through this trainlike factory... the bikes were left in the first car... and as we exited out on the other end to continue on our journey to New Mexico from Connecticut, I realized we were walking and not on our bikes... I alerted Robert, but he insisted that we walk the rest of the way. I was frustrated and quite mad that he was willing to just leave our bikes and we didn't have months to spare, we have jobs! But also because it has been an aspiration of mine, to walk across the country for some years now, but we were completely unprepared and I was mad that I had to refuse the opportunity merely because of logistics... I told robert "but we don't have gloves and hats!" But if we were riding, we would have needed all these things too, but it's a dream. So i went back through the factory train and found the tandem. It had been totally dismantled and stripped down to it's frame by all of those traveling vagrants, that didn't turn out to be so respectful. Sad and defeated I returned to our crew, and we started to walk. Robert and Charlotte in the front, my brother and I in the back. It would be months before we got back to New Mexico...

then I awoke!