Time traveler?

Monday, November 11, 2013:
I must start this entry by telling you that I have NOT watched the current movie about a time traveler... in fact, my dream hardly seemed to have that component except for the realization that I was at an event that happened two days before that I was certain I had not attended. The thought occurred to me: so, I could stress less about being forced to choose between events, (nephew's ball game and dinner with friends) because I have the power to go back and attend the missed event. Cool! Also, by posting this at the end of the day, instead of first thing, I've forgotten much...

I am on a crowded bus. I ask another woman on the bus if the next stop is for UNC-G (University of North Carolina at Greensboro.. where I earned my bachelor degree). "Yes," she replies. I gather my coat and book bag, and shoes (?) and prepare to exit, but the driver closes the door and starts rolling! Ugh! I pull the cord to request a stop. At the next stop, I exit the bus, but I left a pair of boots on board. (Why?) I call to the driver, but he closes the door and drives away. I muse that I will call the transportation authority and report the boots on the bus, and I can pick them up from the office later.

A woman in a colorful dress approaches me with open arms, with "I'm so glad to see you! Haven't seen you in forever"... etc. I smile, and we hug. I continue into the building.<this part is vague.. I must have put my books and such down somewhere because I don't have them when I next remember walking down the sidewalk straight from the front door of the building.>

I am walking on the sidewalk. When I reach the street, I realize that today is Saturday (again), and this must be UNC-G Homecoming... except, I didn't go to homecoming! So, if I am now attending the event that I am sure I missed, then there is no chance of encountering myself! Excellent! More people should do this, and just think of everything you could accomplish! (It's been a LOOOONG time since I saw Groundhog Day, so I don't think that is a factor, either..). Across the street, there is a lot of busy-ness. People are preparing for a parade (homecoming parade... if this is, indeed, homecoming). The street goes uphill (not steep), and I hear someone (on a radio?) say that +TomCruise was here this morning! He did say was, didn't he? Or is Tom still around campus? Firetrucks with their lights flashing are driving in a choreographed circle on my left. I step around the back of a white (and clean) recycling truck. I hear someone else say something about Tom Cruise being on campus today. This could be my lucky day! 

<It's weird.. the stuff I suddenly think about! I got up at 5:30 this morning to look for the comets that are supposed to be easy binocular targets every morning this week, and then went back to bed ... and dreamed all this... but I didn't brush my teeth during that wake/back to sleep... and I thought of that in my dream!>

I am thinking how great it would be to meet Tom, and I realize that I haven't brushed my teeth this morning, not even rinse with mouthwash! (how did THAT happen?) I start looking for a store. I know there are many around the campus, little shops-convenience stores-restaurants that have mints or gum... I head toward a what looks like a row of shops. I enter the first one. It's a bit dark, but I see two men sitting at the end of the bar (bar?, table-ish?). I am drinking the last of a red/orange soup from a bowl. The men are looking at a 2-gallon jug turned on its side that rests in the center of the (table/bar.. not across from each other, so if the end of the bar is square, one sits at the short end of the bar, and the other around the corner). The jug contains red/orange liquid very much like my soup. One is telling the other how Yankees (Americans north of Richmond, VA) like to eat hot spicy foods just to show how tough they are and there is no sensible reason for those people to hurt themselves like they do. I glance around for a display of gum or candy. A lady comes from the kitchen to the bar and asks if I need anything else. I ask for a glass of water as I search my pockets for money <I know I had some earlier... I find some coins in a coat pocket, and I hope it's enough!>. She opens a bottle and hands it to me. I take a drink, noticing it is citrusy and carbonated... like Perrier! <I really hope some money materializes the next time I check my pockets!>

The woman looks at me and says, "Don't I know you?" .. well, maybe, I went to school here.. "No, that's not it. Do you follow us on Twitter?" She pulls out her laptop and starts typing. I give her my Twitter name (in the dream it's different, like "Hermegumi" or something "megumi"). "Yeah! Here you are!" she says, as someone else shows me a full page ad for the restaurant in the local newspaper. I can't read it all, but there is something about "if you follow them on Twitter..." <maybe I don't need money after all?>
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Pretty odd, huh?

We drove to Hawaii... in a car!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I dreamt all night. Many small dreams that may be loosely connected by ambiguous segues. The main segment of the dream was my older sister and I in a car ... in Hawaii. I said to her, "We drove all the way to Hawaii!" [I must tell you, this is not an impossibility in the dream. It was a long way to drive, but in the dream, there is a workable means of driving there.] Somewhere around Nevada, we had decided to drive straight through to Hawaii. I start thinking how I need to find a rock as a souvenir (it's what I do), and how I didn't need to ask my friends who are coming to bring one back for me, because I can get one myself (but, I didn't know that I would be here when I asked). The weather is nice and sunny with a few clouds. The dirt road we are on is well maintained. There are bungalows with yards and trees on one side and fields of tall grasses on the other. We get to town, and there is traffic. My sister is in the backseat holding a spotted dog (like a chihuahua, but maybe a terrier - male, jealous of other dogs). I am in the front passenger seat. A friend is driving. As we are stopped at a traffic light, a young woman with a similar dog to ours sees our dog and approaches the car. The windows are down, and she sticks her head in to greet the dog. My sis is alarmed. I don't mind, except I put my hand on our dog to prevent him from seeing the other dog. Our dog licks the woman's face, and, greetings over, she walks away. ... We park the car on the street. Walking away, I notice our car is a white four-door sedan or hybrid. We enter a mall and take several turns to find our destination. We pass a gentleman (Penn, from Penn & Teller?) who stops to tell me that he is going to be me (or similar, from now on?). I choose my words carefully. "Oh? Good luck with that," I tell him, trying not to sound sassy. My group continues winding through the mall. I joke we will never find our way back to the car and will have to call the police to find it again. "It has North Carolina tags, we'll say. They will tell us, 'Oh! There are three such cars on the island today. What color is your car?" I think I am funny, but no one else seems to be listening.

We are sitting in a crowded restaurant. The full table nearest us has been seated since 5:30pm. We arrived nearly the same time? We look around, and the restaurant is nearly empty. The time is 8:13pm, and I muse that people must have come in for dinner and are leaving to see a 9:00 movie. This idea seems plausible to the group. We stay and talk.
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University. I am going to be barely late to my first day of class. I am using Google Maps or similar to find my way. I read street signs and look for the ZE Building. I meet a few professors in the lobby of the ZE building where my class is supposed to be. I am told that the Intro to French language class has been canceled, but Art Appreciation 101 is taught in its place. [I have mixed feelings about this, because I feel I could have placed higher in French, but I do enjoy the language.] The art professor takes me to the course listings that are posted on a large yellow chalkboard. I notice on the schedule that the University used to (still does?) teach the language "Topaz" and had several intro and intermediate class sections listed. The listing is faded, and could be no longer current.
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On a movie set that includes a model of the space shuttle or space station. I am outside the ship, and I am wearing a space suit and helmet. I am learning to reach and grasp hand and foot holds on the exterior panels. As I climb over the end of the ship, a woman emerges from the hatch without a helmet. I say to her, "You need your helmet." She ignores me. I step away from the set, and as I remove my helmet and gloves, I hear another crew member tell her she needs to have her helmet on every time she goes outside the ship. She tells him that she will not wear it. I mention to the stagehand helping me that the critics will be all over [the movie] for such a blatant error. The woman without a helmet approaches me, but I look away from her and notice the sky outside the studio. There is a vortex gathering in the clouds. What is strange is that there is a curtain of clear water below the vortex, and the water begins to descend. I am talking to someone on my cellphone. I tell them, "We've got a waterspout. I've gotta go," and I hung up. I give a warning and start walking toward the inner room. The set is staged inside a glass walled studio. The library in the next room has fewer windows. The woman suggests that it's not local, but a regional cyclone centered over the area. When the funnel starts descending, she changes her mind. Others are following me. I walk back to the studio. The sky looks normal, but I see people sitting all along the low windowsill. They are sitting with their backs to the window, and heads down. I tell them to get away from the windows. They start for the library. I go back to the library to find people (young men) sitting in the window sills with the heavy drapes pulled over them (as if they are hiding behind the curtains). I tell them that if the window breaks, the shards will cut their heads and necks. One replies that he will be okay because he has his coat (a flannel hunting coat) and hat. He pulls his collar up to show that his neck is protected. The other young man moved away from the window.
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Having a baby ....

Sunday May 26/Monday May 27 - 2013

Strangest dream I can remember ... My 6-year old niece is having a baby...She is upstairs in my house, and is attended by a doctor (?) her mother, and others. She is sitting on the floor, on her knees, legs apart, and keeping herself distracted with books and toys. When pain hits, she cries out, but not like a woman in labor really would... I remember taking candies I made to her. They were chocolate coated pretzels with multicolored sprinkles (the little colored balls like you would sprinkle on cookies, non-pareilles (?)). My dad approaches my sister and me at the bottom of the stairs. I notice he has in his hand a store-bought candy similar to what I had made. He asks if there is any of my candy left. I tell him I took it to (my niece). My sister and I start up the stairs, and I see a large decorative bird nest above the staircase. There are decorated Easter eggs and candy in the basket. My father is satisfied with the candy there and doesn't climb the stairs.

When I look for the bowl of candy upstairs, there is only some other kind left in the bowl. All the candy I made is gone. I sit beside my niece and wonder why parents/doctors allowed her to carry a baby? I wonder that it cannot possibly be healthy/normal and will not survive? No one is aghast at the situation. It is as normal as if she simply had a tummy ache.

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OK, so here is what I know about symbology of babies/pregnancy:
1. Birth of a new (business/life) idea.
2. New addition to current situation.
3. Something planned is finally manifesting.

The symbology of my child niece is confusing, but it could signify that a new idea or expected solution will come from a very surprising and unlikely source. 

Dog reappears in dreams...

Saturday May 25/Sunday May 26 - 2013

I remember dreaming about a dog (that's the third time in a week I have seen the same dog in my dreams! It may even be the same dog that I dreamed was in the kitchen and I asked my brother (in the dream) if he also saw the dog because I thought I might be hallucinating! - the dog looks very similar to my dog "Phoebe" who passed in October.... I know it is not her because Phoebe had white 'socks' with small light brown spots (probably from English Springer/Brittany Spaniel in her genes) and the dog in my dream does not have 'socks.' Oddly, in my dream, the dog was curled up on the backseat of my car... later, it was playing with my niece, who was running and screaming because she "is afraid of it" (I doubt it). My sister was yelling at the dog to leave and 'go home,' but as it came near me, I realized that I am the only one who is friendly to the dog. I wonder why?...

So now, a dog in a dream indicates a loyal friend. Extrapolating this interpretation... this (friend) is loyal to me and me to (him/her), but my family is not friendly toward it...

Another SpaceX dream - and my crush!

Dream Sunday May 19 2013:

I was lying in bed in the upstairs bedroom.  I was listening to a voicemail my youngest sister had left on my cell phone, when I looked out the window to see a white capsule flying at a low altitude  - reminds me of a Tylenol (R) caplet- with short triangular wings* and "SpaceX" written in blue letters along the front half of the capsule. The ship flies into a building to the west of my house. The building is a multistory structure with an industrial-style exterior covering (like storage buildings) and at least 50m distant. The ship flies through the exterior several stories above ground, leaving a rectangular hole ripped in the side of the building. There is no sound and no smoke. I get out of bed and reach for my jeans. I am wondering whether to call emergency or if this has already been done. When I look out the window again, the building has been moved closer to my house (approximately 4m away now!). My mother comes upstairs as I am taking pictures of the destruction with my iPhone. Interestingly, there is no smoke, and no one seems particularly alarmed. More of the siding is ripped away, and I can see people sitting at a table.. I think they are playing cards?

My father calls everyone to dinner. I go downstairs to the dining room where I meet my youngest sister's husband. We briefly discuss the lack of sirens and such, and conclude that the government wants to keep the incident as quiet as possible.  As I walk to my place at the table, my long-time crush (remember him?) was seated beside my place! The place to his left is where "Granny" sits (my great-grandmother?), and my place, to his right, is at the end of this side of the long table.
"Oh!" I said gleefully, "Are you sitting beside me today?" (I remember twice recently he did not... dreamtime, not realtime).
"If that is all right with you?"
"Of course!"
I was standing behind him, and kissed his hair and tousled it with my fingers. His hair is lighter brown and mingled with gray now, but he is still a cutie! When I was seated, he continued, "I want to tell you something about what happens when a human soul is born for the second time. I used to read all your posts, and... " ....something about the risk of demons on second incarnation.. I wasn't listening, I was stuck on "I read your posts.." and wondering when and why he stopped reading.

*A short fat capsule with short triangular wings may be flying using the physics of a bumble bee?
I wish I could draw these ships I dream about... I will give it my best .. this is the second +SpaceX ship I have seen in a dream. The first was much larger and had advanced technology.

This one is a doozy!

So, ten years ago, I worked with this great guy.. yes, okay, I will admit it... I had a huge crush on him (aren't I getting too old for that stuff?) .. anyway, he left the company around the end of April 2003... I was heartbroken! Knowing I would get a to work alongside him for any part of a shift was enough reason to come in to work... and then he was gone. Life sucked!

I have had a few weird dreams in the past where he appears, usually without speaking to me, and me too nervous to talk to him (whaaaa???) More recently (in the past two years), I have had dreams where we actually had a short conversation. (and one with a disembodied voice whispering our names and "Get out!"... did I tell you that one?)
So LAST NIGHT:
I dreamed that I was working again at that same company. A lot of things have changed there (according to my dream). One of the supervisors said to me, "Someone you are looking for just went down the [??] stairs!"
"I'm actually looking for two people," I replied, "and where is that?"
"The white stairs there," he pointed.
I kept working. In a short while, "the one I've been looking for" came up to me. I looked at him a moment (mostly gazing into his big blue eyes), and them we embraced.
"You are taller than I remembered!" I told him.
I showed him things around work that had changed since he left. We talked about college (I was applying when he left, I have since graduated and then some!). He tells me he is not married.
"What made you decide to look for me after all these years?" I asked as we sat in a well-lit breakroom (was the furniture white? - the room itself was not).
"Well, you were kind of 'mouthy' [sassy] by the end, and I realized you were excited. [I figured you would be fun]*."
*something like that... I can't recall verbatim but "fun" was definitely a word!
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I dreamt some other stuff last night, too... I showed up as an impromtu volunteer at a children's fair and was partnered with a young girl (5 yrs old?) who had a definite liking for face painting - especially some turquoise colored powder! I hoped to persuade her to stickers, but found none before she found the powder. .... talking with women about people at the company mentioned in main dream (part of same dream? - we were outside, and I can't say if it was before or after the dream told above?)
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Just a note - if the handsome blue-eyed man did find me, I would certainly entertain the idea....

some of these people are ME?

OOPS! I thought I might add to this one ... but not, so then I forgot to post it! 

I know I haven't been posting dreams as they happen... maybe I need to leave the computer up and running so when I wake up I can type it in ... usually, though, I remember strong bits and then I start remembering how those bits go together. That's what draft mode is for... ooooohhhh!

Earlier this week (March 23-29, 2013), I remember dreaming I was in a small bathroom. Two (African/American) girls were talking while a third (A/A) was examining the walls. The two went out and closed the door. They took a handmade potpourri hanger and shoved it through the cat-door that was cut into the bottom of the door. The third girl didn't notice. The hanger was made of a lace-covered embroidery hoop with a piece of light blue ribbon. The potpourri filled the hoop. The girl was looking for a place to hang it, and decided it would be okay on the nail outside the door. I got her attention and gestured toward the door and the hanger that lay on the floor. She frowned, wondering why the girls would do that. Then, she decided that was not the best place after all and continued tugging at loose wallpaper to find a better spot to hang it. I also pulled off some wallpaper, revealing a textured ivory colored paper underneath. I was about to use the wallpaper as TP, when I realized that there was TP on my right, but it had been unrolled and piled under the roller. I wasn't worried if it was clean - I was sure it was - and I talked aloud to the room, mostly to the young man on my left, justifying why I nearly used wallpaper instead. I looked around - besides myself and the girl with the potpourri hanger, there was a young white man on my left, and another young white woman and a child (male? female?-I think, Latino? white?) - is this a family restroom? The young woman nearest the child agreed that times have changed and the ideas of privacy have changed. I am trying to be as discrete as possible with my business.....

<yeah, that was weird...and why is it important that I remmebered the ethnicities of the others? Is that a clue to something? >

Friday, July 13, 2012 - I awoke at 04:35am from this dream:

"...I can't believe that tomorrow all this will be gone! Shoot, in five more minutes all this will be gone!" I tell my sister as I snatch my hooded wool coat from the closet along with the purple Blarney wool scarf she brought me from Ireland.
"Your Bible?" she asks.
"Did you want my other Bible?" I reply. Apparently, I have the Bible I use most often already in safety. The Bible in the closet is an extra that I rarely use.
"No, it's okay. I didn't know if you saw it."

Moments before, she and I were stacking personal items (books, dishes, trinkets, clothes...) in the middle of the room with some other women. At least one of the women was foreign (ethnicity?). That woman was lamenting how she was going to miss everything. I picked up a souvenir spoon that was still in its plastic case and white shop bag. A receipt stuck out of the case. I held it up for someone to claim. "Not mine!" they all replied. I looked at the receipt and realized it was mine - from France. I put the spoon and bag with receipt in my shirt pocket and kept working, wondering if I was petty (?) for keeping the souvenir.

As we finished stacking everything... in a pile about four feet (1.5 metres) high and nearly as long as the large industrial room we are in... I said (to someone), "Do you want to help me gather up what's left and put it in bags?" There were clothes and/or fabric on the floor beyond the pile and some cloth bags we could use to stuff them in. I suddenly realized there were things left in the closet in front of me that I did not want to abandon (my coat, for one!). I went to the closet to recover them.

"I'm sorry! I just can't leave this!... I can't believe that tomorrow all this will be gone! Shoot, in five more minutes all this will be gone!" (gone = destroyed by fire)

My feelings are that I can take away anything I can carry. No other worries of where I'm going, staying, eating, etc. All basic needs are apparently met, but this place is about to be ablaze (by what cause???)

too many dreams

Friday, February 15, 2013

Oops! I forgot to log my dreams! I dreamt all night last night while I was seriously sleeping in a deep sleep (my body was healing from a strenuous hike two days ago.. at least I AM recovered!)

I remember ...(these all run together like a very long dream. I do not recall waking between nor any breaks between. Underlines mean I was thinking this in the dream.)

>>There is a pillow .. round, small floral design .. it jumps off an armchair to prove it is interesting like (that other pillow that is squarish and shades of blue patchwork. Soon it has changed into a nearly identical pillow in shades of hot pink, but climbs back into the chair and converts to a yellow/gold rectangle with a wide burgundy stripe (Arizona State Univ. colors). It seems a bit sad? ...I am watching a movie with a man and woman in bed in the morning. He turns to her and says, "I wish I could just stay here forever!" She is probably a witch/sorceress, and replies that he will stay for the rest of his life. (dun-dun-DUNH!) Neil Patrick Harris (actor, Doogie Howser MD, How I Met Your Mother) is lying on the seat of an antique car with the blue patchwork pillow under his head. A friend replaces it with a down-filled pillow and comments that the woman wants him to be comfortable. He at first accepts and connects the seatbelts around his legs and torso (so as not to roll into the floorboard if the vehicle were to stop suddenly) and tells the friend to drive while he rests. Then NPH gets out with the pillow saying he "doesn't want to be comfy" and he wasn't unhappy and doesn't want things to change (oops! I think I just figured that part out! funny how writing stuff down makes you hear it out loud.. and then "whoops! there it is!")
I am at the mall with my mother and older sister. My sister has parked her SUV far from the building (probably at my suggestion to park in "boat parking"). A black entertainer (that I should know, but, sorry... I can tell you who it WASN'T!) ... at a mall and convention area. He was joking about the 'Cosmo girls' at the reception desk clinging to their coffee cups complaining they were cold. I smiled and sassed "Did you tell them to come to your show and dance around?" (I hope he's a musician?).. I am holding a puppy. It is short haired and floppy eared, maybe a Dachshund, but more like a Basset Hound. I might be working a kiosk? A woman approaches with two friends. She greets me first (oh! bad customer service!). I respond and she insists that I not stand up (because I am holding the puppy and she isn't really shopping with me, she's killing time). She complains about shopping with others. I laugh that I can totally relate! I tell her that I hate shopping with my mom and older sister because I never get to look at anything and spend all my time trying to catch up to them. But, my younger sister and I are great because even though we separate early, we will run into each other about every three minutes. We are just in sync like that! .. The lady seems impressed that there are suitable shopping partners...

I am walking back to the SUV. It's dark now. I can barely make out the vehicles. I am looking for the bumper stickers on my sister's SUV. Is that it? no? Mom and sis are following me. We get into the vehicle. ... My sis and I are driving towards downtown (must have dropped Mom off at her house? We are at the stoplight just past her neighborhood). The light is green, but there are still cars moving along the cross street through the intersection. A green motorbike pulls around us. The man is carrying a wrought iron parkbench on the motorbike. He scoots across the intersection. I notice that while our direction has a working traffic light, the cross street's light is out. Once traffic clears and our street goes, it could be a long time before the others can go again. A white Cadillac on our left turns left and clips the motorbike. I get out and run across to see if he is hurt. The bike has a flat tire, but he's not too upset about it. I suggest to my sister that since she is going right by the city park, she could give him a lift. She makes an excuse, and the man didn't seem to want a lift anyway, so no harm-no foul? My sister gestures toward a coffee shop on the corner away from downtown. It sports a Motown mural pink, orange and brown, and the name "Desperate"(?). She says Mom told her I have been to that coffee shop. "No," I tell her. "I go to that one," I point toward downtown (Roasters, the one across from the courthouse).<<

OK, maybe that is all I can remember? I was awakened at noon by a surprise visit from my niece. I had no idea I had slept that long, especially without waking intermittently!

I need paper...

I should really keep a journal next to the bed like I used to! ... here's a few cold clips I can remember as I ready for sleep again...

(1) last night (Friday, January 25-Saturday Jan 26, 2013):
In response to an actual Tweet I sent to +Tom Cruise (even though I am 1:57.6K (followers on Twitter), you follow me and that makes me smile!) .. Tom replied to me (you may be 1 of 57.6K, but you are 2 in 3.3M (fans on FB)*...* -Tom)
I think I woke up too fast from that one, or I would have remembered more of the message (the *...*)! I did grab my phone to see if it was true... not yet. But, it is true that I follow Tom on Facebook from two personal profiles.. and My Little Crochet Shop! Tom is awesome!)

(2) a few nights ago, but less than 7 nights:
I was crossing a rock-strewn creek with a man (let's use the word "guy" meaning between the ages of 25 and 50, but physically fit and attractive for 50). We are collecting treasure from an island in the middle of the creek (ok,creek might be too small, but my vision of a river is too big). There is a table set for a large dinner party, and I walk around the end counterclockwise. Now, the guy and I are running in the woods. We have rifles? There is danger. We look for safe places to hide according to the danger (which can change). We duck behind a wooden shed in the woods to hide from a dinosaur (imagine T-Rex) headed our way. I ask him, "Is this really where you would want to hide from that?" No, so we split up and look for depressions in the ground like ditches or holes where trees have overturned. I am thinking about other dangers like fires and floods that might change my mind about where to hide.

(3) I did dream about Mr. Cruise on at least one occasion this week.. several nights ago. I remember being in a room with a fireplace and Tom and I were lying on a mattress on the floor. Voluminous ivory linen sheets. It is morning, but not early morning. People are stirring about in the house. The door to the room is open. I remember being anxious about that, but seeing a woman pass by in the hallway (was that Nicole Kidman?) and not even giving us a glance, I relaxed (Well, okay then!)... sorry, no details for you here... 
THEN .. Tom and some other actors are in a bar scene where one guy hands Tom a half filled glass of beer and Tom is supposed to chug it. I am somehow assisting the production. The director hopes to do this scene in one take. Of course, it doesn't. After the second take, Tom switches to water and editing will make it look right. After two takes with water, Tom says he can't drink this water... the take is in my hometown, and the tap water is not bad, but not great. I go to the (MY!) refrigerator and pull out the Brita pitcher of filtered water and say, "Oh, here, Sweetie! I've been holding out on you!" Tom takes the pitcher, looks at it, and turns shaking his head.
Somewhere in the middle up there where Tom is switching from beer to water, there is a short actor (under 5 ft tall, maybe under 4ft?) who has taken some liberties with his costume and added my green tablecloth and a purple scarf as layered shawls. The director just allows whatever, because this actor is a bit of a dramaqueen (the bad kind) and everyone just goes along with whatever. Now, these items were ACTUALLY in my dining room at the time... so if my walls were red brick instead of yellow drywall, it could have been my house?

Odd, huh?

New Year of bizarre dreams

The moon is not yet full, but the strange dreams have started! First, I thought it was because I slept crossways on the end of the bed with my head pointed south instead of the usual west orientation. Maybe, since the dreams started Thursday night, it has something to do with current solar activity. Actually, on Wednesday, January 4, 2012, I could not stay asleep. It was like I was expecting something to happen. Thursday, I volunteered to help take down Christmas decorations at the Ronald McDonald House with two other PartyLite consultants. I felt fine until I got home and I was exhausted!

So Thursday, January 5, 2012: (I’ll have to get my journal out, oops!)

Then on Friday, January 6, 2012:

The most disturbing dream was me lying in bed with the man I have a deep affection for. (That’s not the disturbing part!) The sheets are maize, like brown mustard, not bright yellow. As I snuggled closer to him and kissed his neck, he became a different male entity whom I recognize (?), and he said, “You don’t have much time left.” Puzzled, I laid my head on his shoulder. A moment later, I was awakened by the original man who was now lying on my other side and talking in his sleep. He was having a bad dream.

I woke him, and he told me, “You were on fire, and I couldn’t save you!”

I asked where we were.

“At home.”

“What happened to the animals?”

“They are all all right. I put them in my pocket, but I couldn’t put you in my pocket. Why haven’t you eaten? You were supposed to eat!”

The second man I saw who gave me the ominous message was no longer in the room.

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I later dreamed I was driving a big red motorcycle. When I start the bike, leg rests come out from the sides of the bike and cradle my legs and feet on either side of the front wheel. It was a new vehicle to me, but I drove it around all day running errands, going to the store, etc. After my last stop at a convenience store, I spoke to an old classmate (biggest flirt, Angela T.) and backed the bike out of the parking space next to a red Mustang before starting it. Maybe I don’t know how to drive it in reverse? Maybe I am too nervous about maneuvering the new bike close to the pretty car? When I get to the end of the parking lot, there is a STOP sign. I totally forgot how to brake the bike! So I let off the accelerator and glided around the left turn putting my left foot out for support. Oh, I remember! Brakes are on the handlebars! Safe ride.

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Another dream I had the same night: I was riding a hoverboard like the one in the Back to the Future movies. I was specially selected as one of many people to ride the board and complete travel missions including time travel. When I was riding around the “base camp” (a city in the sky), I noticed I was only a foot or so above the ground. When I left base to go on a mission, I was above tree top level (although the trees and neighborhood below are reminiscent of Pixar scenery) and that made me nervous. So, I repeatedly told myself that the real ground level was only a foot or so below me and was transparent. Furthermore, I was privileged to be asked to do the missions and could be replaced if I couldn’t handle it. 

I saw others who were zipping around on the hoverboards. I slowed as I arrived at my destination: a castle or resort style building. I nearly stumbled on the ledge because I grazed a tree branch during my landing. I stepped off the board and crossed the street. I was talking to myself: Hey! I know this place! This happened right before I met Rich! We talked about it!  (Rich died a couple of years ago, and I confirmed (to myself) that I am not emotionally distressed by the mission.) **in reality, this “place” happened in 1981, five years before I met Rich**

I approach the entrance to the corner café that has a big poster on the door. “1981” and some words I didn’t read. I am expecting a meeting of some brilliant minds to talk about time travel and other super-intelligent topics. Some young men approach at the same time. We enter together; each with our hoverboard tucked under our arm. There are three cafeteria style tables in front of us. I am not sure how to proceed. One of the guys shoves the first table and makes a way. I notice the floor is wet and possibly sticky as from spilled sodas. Other young men are already in the café and are showing off their skills in a mock boarding competition. A man in his 30’s (?) sits at the counter. I recognize him as the owner or at least the leader for tonight’s assembly. It doesn’t look like what I expected.

            “Am I late, or…?” I asked.

            “You are late,” came the reply. “We will start soon when the others arrive.”

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Mom comes down the stairs in a light panic. She insists there was an earthquake, and wants me to look it up online and verify it and find out how long it will last, if there will be more, and such. I didn’t feel it. I go to her kitchen table and go to the USGS Earthquake Hazards page. There is no report of an earthquake for our area. I refresh the page. Nothing. There are some postings for other countries, but not here. Then I notice the leaves on the small trees in the neighbors yard start wiggling! The USGS updates that (our area) has registered an earthquake, and then the site changes over to a gaming site.  I “go back,” but I can’t get the page back. I retype the address in the browser, but it’s “currently not available.” I’m telling Dad that Mom says she felt the earthquake before it happened, but I don’t know how.

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I am over IT but what is it?

Logbook: Monday, May 30, 2011. 8:47am

I was awakened from this dream by low level commotion in the house. Maybe the cats were galloping up and down the hallway? Anyway, I had a very interesting dream that involved me, "Mr. Deweese," assorted convenience items (fortune cookies, turnovers, muffins, etc) that are in a big divided countertop bin with warming lights!)... and a classroom with computers and at least one printer.

On the wall, there are neon pink and green printed labels. One has my name, and underneath is the label "IT". Heh heh, I laugh to myself, I am over IT. That is funny! As this seems to be a computer classroom, I wonder, though, if IT means Information Technology as in an I.T. Department? Without punctuation, I can't be sure what the message means. I start to mention to our teacher, Mr. Deweese, that I would have clarified the message with additional letters or punctuation, but other students have his attention. It can wait.
When Mr. Deweese does get a moment, he is printing at the corner printer situated beneath the aforementioned signs. The printer jams, and I fix it, pulling an original document from the feed and telling him to cancel and repeat the job request. Maybe I am over IT department? Mr. Deweese talks about how this class is different than when he had a similar class, and they were allowed to eat at their desks. Strange because we eat in here all the time, especially at the back of the classroom (farthest from the instructor). I see the bin of pastries and muffins .. and fortune cookies?! on a rear desk.

ah, phooey... there was more, I'm sure! I need to start writing down stuff as soon as I wake up!