Don't watch late night movies

So last night I got to see the newest Harry Potter movie with my baby sister and we got home around 1-ish, even though, I didn't go to be right away. When I did finally end up going to bed, I'm pretty sure I just passed out and didn't start really dreaming until fairly later in the morning.

So I'm outside running around this really muddy hill almost like I'm running away from something or someone. I look down to the ground and see this trail of really clear deer prints that seem to loop up and around the hill (which I seem to have some issues trying to get up). The entire time I'm talking to someone who looks vaguely like Fred Weasley. I'm seriously getting frustrated as to why I couldn't seem to get up that freaken hill. The next thing I know I'm casting a shield spell at someone and then a full body bind on someone else. The next thing I know I'm organinzing/moving things almost trying to escape to somewhere (not really sure) with the guy who played Victor Krum. <--seriously should not watch movies late into the evening* Something seems vaguely wrong with all of that and then the next thing I know I'm at a station trying to do something with this machine that gives tickets. Hermione shouts at me to take the silver coins, and then I start waking up. At this point I'm thoroughly confused.

My dreams keep getting jumbled together for some odd reason and I think today's was no exception. I was at this beach with my sisters sort of wading out and watching the tide. The shoreline was crowded with beach-goers and there was something about a giant who wanted to use us as toys for her monsterous son. The next thing I knew I was laughing and hugging a friend of mine who felt interested and not- could have been a change of feelings/I'm pretty sure he was bi, but there was something bothering him and before I could go back to figure it out, I woke up.

Crazy

This seemed like a strange two part dream. The first half had me and my sisters returing home and then for some odd reason turing around and heading to Stockholm for either glass or crystal figures. I'm still not sure why, but it was my sister Meg that kept demanding that we do so. Before the dream had switched we were standing in front of this high doorway, what I remember seeing was was a smooth white stone that looks sort of old, my hand was on the heavy wooden door.

The next part was a funeral procession. I know I was wearing a white frock dress and white leather shoes. The saddness that came from this was really painful. In the background I kept hearing strands of the Don't Cry for Me Argentina from Evita. I was with a group of people who were slowly making their way around this iron fence to what looked like a barren field- really all it was was a plaine of dust almost like a desert, but hard packed. I kept looking for grave stones or at the very least a newly made grave, but what I ended up seeing was this wide hole in the ground that had earthen steps leading down, it may have been leading to a mausoleum, but I'm not certain because I started waking up.

Gah!

I haven't lived in this house for almost eleven years and it still haunts me from time to time. It's almost like I'm being called back and I know I'm fighting it. I don't want to go back becaus there is almost nothing there. Yes the house is still there, but the people who used to live nearby have moved on or moved out. So I'm not entirely sure why I feel called back. I know I'm not the only one in the family who has felt that pull.

Any time I get pulled back to the house it's almost always to the basement room and my old room, even though I've called most of the rooms there "my bedroom" at one point or another. So why? It's not like I can go back anyway, I mean from what my sister and I have seen- the old pool in the backyard has been ripped up and there is only yard there. And I have no idea what the inside looks like now. Well, structually I do, but I'm certain there's nothing left of what used to be there paint-wise. So why is this location calling me back even after all this time?

I was out in the back yard of my old house with my siblings and some other people, I don't really know who. All of a sudden a wall of water loomed up from the back end of the yard over the trees. I remeber the water crashing over pushing everyone forward a bit (sort of like swimming in a pool). The wall of water looms up again from the front of the house and I'm looking at the chainlink fence that seperates our yard from the neighbors. I turn quickly and grab a sapling oak that's in their yard as the wave comes back over and I reach out and grab my baby sister. At this point I can't breathe and I panic, because i have no idea how long this water will be overhead. But I lean against the tree and suddenly remember how to breathe, like everything is going to be alright.
Significant things: tidelwave, three, and tree. And importently- a promise

And a plus, I got a great parking spot at work- third spot in up front (I park behind my building) and (weirdly) as I looked up I saw three black birds circle, perch and then fly off. hmm

I'm not sure if I had two interconnected dreams or not, but the first part sure felt different. I was walking in a store with my mother looking at different things and I get sidetracked by this purple glass platapus. I don't know why but for some reason I end up taking it around the store with me. And then things get really different, kind of like the whole getting out/finished with school feel. It was really sunny (almost in a golden sort of way) and I was waiting for a couple of friends near this sort of cabin-esq house. I think I was tinkering with some sort of car part when whomever I was waiting for showed up. Then the view seemed to change and the cabin thing was bigger and there were more people around.

From the inside it seemed like a class was going on at the upper level (where I was seated). I have no idea how I got inside this place, but I remember hearing two people talk to someone about being married even though one of them didn't sound like he remembered it. Outside it was glorious, in a fall sort of way. I walked on this stone like walkway and a spring seemed to bubble up and flow into a river a short distance from where I was standing. To my right it looked like a guiser was going off every couple of seconds. An injured dog caugth my attention as it was either trying to swim or escape another dog (that showed up). I took off running trying to catch the injured dog, but the other kept trying to get in the way. I remember holding this waterlogged branch and shoving it in the other dog's face trying to get it to back off. Eventually I get the injured dog out of the water and back to the cabinthing. From there, things look different again as the people are now dressed in pink button up shirts and tan pants. And it seemed more mechanized too. By this point I'm waking up hearing Catalyst lyrics (but there is no outside music)

No more I guess

Not gonna lie, but I really think I should stay away from vampire novels and anime. I haven't seen this one in years, but I see the dvd cases everytime I enter my room so it's really a small wonder that it took so long to feature in a dream.

Seems like it was the last couple of minutes of a drama where it was me and not me. The room I was in was dark wood- like a classic bar almost, with chairs and round tables, but they were moved off to the sides. In the center I stood facing two people who were from a series I had watched way back when, but while the one seemed indifferent, the other switched between intent and indifferent. This got weird because my vision kept cylcing between being the person in the middle of the room and being behind the two others. The female was talking to me almost like she was sorry and then my vision switched and I was behind her as she moved towards where I had been. In my place there was this other girl in a maids outfit (at least it looked like one) who was now cowering back almost afraid. As the female approched I switched again this time seeing her approch with a knife and then I was back again as she stabbed the girl in the mid-section. Then we all seemed to be circling the injured girl and this got even weirder for me because I was both her and not her. The female said something to her again and held the knife blade under the girl's throat causing the girl to look even more afraid before removing it and circling again. At one point we both (me and the female) see this exposed patch of neck and shoulder and I watch her expose her fangs about to bite. This causes me and the injured girl to flinch. And then I woke before feeling it.

Not gonna lie, but I really think I should stay away from vampire novels and anime. I haven't seen this one in years, but I see the dvd cases everytime I enter my room so it's really a small wonder that it took so long to feature in a dream.

Seems like it was the last couple of minutes of a drama where it was me and not me. The room I was in was dark wood- like a classic bar almost, with chairs and round tables, but they were moved off to the sides.

Can't Remember!

So the last couple of days I know I was dreaming stuff, but I'd wake up and whatever was there slipped away before I could focus. It wasn't very fun.

I do know that this morning I retained something though. I had been walking in a house that I was visiting with a group. I really don't remember what exactly we were doing but at one point the home owner was offering some sort of fish soup as I was turing a hall corner. I caught sight of this small ghost child and she stared directly at me in a sort of "oh, you see me?". It was really strange. At one point I had gone outside and there was a lake a few yards out. I don't know why, but I started to jog towards the lake and I slipped on these sort of copper/rust colored rocks. The home owner was out on her back deck and asked if I was ok. I just waved her off and slid my way to this sort of sidewalk pathway that led to a dock. On the sidewalk were these really weird looking huge fish with sort of hooked mouths.

How Many Sleepy Cycles Can A Person Have?

Seriously though, it seemed like everytime I briefly woke, I slipped back into a dreaming state. It was strange and then when I finally "woke" myself up, I had that heavy feeling that suggested I could do another good sleepy cycle. But I forced myself up because I have other things to do than to worry about sleep- plus it's not a weekend so I couldn't indulge myself.

The first cycle was pretty brief, with this weird outer space/ nasa theme. Like there was that whole free floating thing but then again there was the seriousness that a floating space station evokes- I still have no clear....wait...I know what caused that. My sister and a friend of hers were playing Reach last night x.x That explaines that. It was still kind of cool to get that feeling that you know what the infestructer of the place was.

The second cycle broke down into two parts. The first part was being in a living room either reorganizing or just settling down. A good friend of mine was there too and even though he didn't appear the same as I remembered I still recognized him. He was also radiating a lot of attraction (the whole I like you a lot thing) and was helping move stuff around. I remember walking around to the far side of the house and picking up random toys and childhood things (a bee game was one of them) almost like I was cleaning up when I heard a group of "kids" outside. I say kids because I think it was a relative term. The ages seemed to be anywhere from early preteen to early 20's but with childlike mentalities. And they seemed to be bent on playing the sort of games I used to partake in when I was a lot younger. I kind of wanted to play too, but didn't know if I should because my brain started to register that I'm an adult now not a child. Couldn't help but feel slightly jelous. Also there was that secret desire to be the center of attention. Oddly enough, while that never happened offline, I still harbor that on occation.

Mean Girls?

My family was moving to this new place and to me it like a regression, like I was still in highschool. We had stopped at this diner and while waiting for my family I was sitting by myself. This group of girls had just entered and one of them approched me and said I was sitting in "their" spot. I blew them off saying there was no sign stating otherwise. All I got was pissy looks and mummbling under breath when my parents finally showed up and again when we left.

Before entering the house I was standing on a huge back portch looking out at the other homes in the area. All of a sudden this swarm of bears seemed to show up from no where and they were trying to get into some of the houses. I had to scramble to get back into the house- not in a good way.

And then later the house (and it seemed really huge with all these rooms and windy halls), I was redecorating my new room. The cool thing was it was like having sort of three rooms together. The first space was for my bed room and then when you walked further back there was like a hang out space and then turning to the right there was this funky looking bathroom. What struck me as odd was I was changing the room colors with a wave of my hand and thinking to myself that one color didn't look as nice as another. It was strange.

No TV equals weird

Ok, I remember being in a class room playing with something on my desk while the teacher was moving something from a storage window. There was a lot of junk in that corner and eventually he was moving around this motheaten light blue kimono with it looked like a purple and silver and yellow design (with a wig on whatever was holding it upright). He was asking questions about the project we were supposed to be playing with on a computer screen that was our desktop. The guy on my left had gotten up to use the restroom so I reached over and tapped his screen- stealing money. I thought it was "cool" for lack of a better thought and continued playing on my screen. And then for some reason the girl on my right decided to get up for something while I was tapping on these "rocks" on my screen. These "rocks" seemed to bombard and explode on her screen. Another "cool" moment. When they both returned the teacher started asking everyone questions. The girl on the right just kept staring at him and saying "umm" and stupid me I had to answer whatever the question was.

The next thing I remember was being in this sort of office building with a bunch of people running around. I don't exactly remember what was going on other than some of the more powerful people were there too for whatever reason. So I'm hanging around and decide to sit on this black leather couch that was against the wall facing everything that was going on (and there was a lot from paper pushing to scrambling for a tv remote- not sure why) when someone sat down next to me. I don't have a problem with people at all and so it didn't faze me when this guy decides to start talking to me and it's the guy from Pit Boss (again- not sure, I've never really seen the show, just the commercials and even then, someone lost the remote last night so I didn't get to watch TV last night). For some reason it seemed like he had a problem and me by virtue of being nice and listening he was able to work it out- yay. So we continue talking for a bit when he gets up for something. This leaves me alone and having to stand the questioning looks from the office people when they finally start to notice there's someone here who's not supposed to be. Eventually he returns and it's cool again. No one cares.

I decide to stop at a friend's house to check up on her (don't know why, but I just do) to find the friend and older sister of friend standing on their portch kind of mad, but not at me. Apparently d-bag in class came by to bother friend because she was a bit slow. That didn't sit well with me. Said d-bag was also running past me when I showed up and said something along the lines of "I'll get you for that" directed at me. I still have no idea what I did to piss this person off at this point. And then I get a lucky omnicient point where I see this guy in a hospital room and then at home with his leg up because he managed to hurt himself. Dummy.

At home (not my home but feels like home-you know that feeling?)I'm sneaking around the side of my house, constantly looking over to the neighbor's (d-bag apparently lives next to me)when I decide to hide under this plastic blue roofthingie- the kind that came off of a child's play house. So I'm ducking under it and peering through the breaks in it to the neighbor's house because I know the upstairs window belongs to the guy who hates me for some reason. There is someone there looking out between the blinds and after a moment they disappear. I use that moment to run out across the street to this mini field between two house. Midway across the street I switch directions and beging running down the street instead- how is that better I'm not sure. Eventually I'm walking down the street greeting people I know and it sort of looks like an after work day- with some of the people from the office building approching me. I catch sight of the guy and a couple of his friends from earlier and feel a nice sense of relief. "Boy am I glad to see you guys!"

And then, another omnicent moment. I'm standing on this tredmill thing looking over a the back of a couch facing the girl who sat on my right in class and d-bag and his brother. "I think her name was Peggy." They were trying to figure out my name for some reason, but the brothers didn't look to happy at the mention of who I was. I'm just watching the stupidity of it all when I say to myself "Peggy? It's Penelopy- Pen-el-oh-pe" Apparently that was my name for the night, and then Jess woke me to take her to school.

Cartoons aren't supposed to mesh

This is freaky. I know I've been on a couple of school field trips with my baby sister but this dream felt so real. We were leaving a hotel that her choir kids were staying in and unbelievibly there was stuff of theirs all over the place. Like they really didn't know how to pick up and get ready to leave. I was leaning against a railing and knocked a pile of shirts off to the ground floor level leaving one of Jessi's schoolmates looking at me like "why'd you do that?" I remember looking for my sandles and the room me and my sister shared was strangely already occupied by another person (who was in the shower!). I'm not sure that works in the real world that quickly, but I never found my shoes because Jess looked out of the front window and said "the buses are already leaving" I had to wonder how and why because it seemed like they were missing a number of people. In the lobby we are looking around and we hear this singing. From the sides of the building pop out these muppet babies singing a song about moving and hats. And anything they touched turned into a moving/operating vehical. So maybe we didn't miss our ride home after all. I still have no idea where all this came from though.

weird school year dream? Depends

Oddly enough I had a strange dream yesterday morning. I'm not sure where everything was switching around but the bits I remember had to do with what seemed like a summer camp thing with a final night. Then I remember having to take my sister to school and when I was trying to return home I felt like I was being herded to what looked like an abandoned concrete garage (those big ones with multiple levels) and was pushed in. I kept being told to go in and find my way out. This confused me because there was an exit not even 20 feet away from me. I tried to go out that way but it didn't seem to work.

This morning was just as weird. I remember being in my kitchen when my dad came in holding a phone saying someone was calling in about a cooking scholarship I had won. I just looked at him and said "I didn't enter for any scholarship. I don't even like cooking!" The next thing I know is we're scrambling to go somewhere and I kept getting these exciting mental images of football and the cowboy blue and silver stars, but I ran into someone (don't know here) but I recognized that person as a friend and there was something I had to help him with. I felt a bit sad about this and I'm not entirely sure why.

So recently I've been having strange apperances of dogs in my dreams. Usually they are puppies like golden retrievers or rottie pups. All adorable like too. Anyway, this one was a two parter. And maybe I shouldn't have have been so stuck on finishing the 7th HP book (again).

Everything had this dark almost late into the evening cast and I was walking into a basement intent on hiding- kind of like playing red light green light, where if you move you are readily spotted and taken out. It felt like I was being looked for and the someone who was looking for me, I didn't want to be found by them. Then everything switched and I was getting ready for some sort of party where it seemed generally felt that I shouldn't have been there. I remember walking through a thick crowd of people and waiting for this one person to acknowleged me, but it seemed that after some of the crowd caught sight of me there was a this general hush and resentment (well sort of) as I was given more room to approch where ever I was going. There was a flash of memory like talking to someone with a great lady manner and she was holding up this material for a dress and I kept having to had a feeling of 'I absolutley want that' or it would have been taken away from me. I ended up getting the material and made this gorgious green and white dress. I felt like someone's shunted off to the side cousin.

Nightmare?

This morning kind of scared me. I remember talking to someone in a room and I turn to leave, when I turn around again, there is someone on the ground with a sheet over them. What disturbed me the most was that my dog was next to them with a red line down his chest. Leaving that room I walked to the other side of where I was and there was this blocked off door. On the other side were these people (vampires) trying to get in.

Old ones that pop up

So I haven't been really remembering much of anything lately. It's like everything was really slipping past me even though I know I did dream something. So I wonder, have I accomplished something or is something changing? And if it's changing, I'm hoping it would be for the better.

But anyway, there is this one (well sort of 2 actually) that have been reoccuring for me. The first one is just an expanse of pure sand, white and clean with turquois water lapping the shore. It's so relaxing. But I kept hearing "The first shall be last, the oldest shall be the youngest. You were only here to observe" And then everything switches.

I'm walking down a hall of smooth white stone (possibly marble?) that is cool under foot and I have the strangest feeling that I'm wearing a simple white dress trimmed in gold with a heavy gold and silver belt. Looking up the hall has a vaulted ceiling and it seems to be either early morning or evening. At the end of the hall is this huge alcove leading out to it looks like a wide entry and stairs. The stairs lead to a stone gazebo and it looks like it's going to storm. The sea is behind everything and the waves are really foaming. The next thing I know I'm facing a dark haired stranger who is handing me a silver ring with a blue-green stone set into it. I always wake up before I see this person's face and it bothers me- because I've had this dream one to many times!

On a side note- I found out that the stone should be a turmoline and I actually found the band style (and got it with my birthstone).

strange

This was just weird. I remember being in a house both strange and very familier and for some reason I was watching a really cheesy horror film with some friends. In the film this girl was trying to get something out of the freezer when something grabbed her from above and dragged her over the top of the fridge. She was being dragged through this really weird green light and snow stuff. I remember looking over my shoulder at someone (didn't see) and laughing saying this was stupid because it used to scare me silly when I was younger.

The next thing I remember was being in the basement of my old house looking at a tv (it faced towards the back sliding glass door) watching something. The person on the screen mentioned being watched and looked directly at me! That made me freak out and scoot away from the tv. He said something about the Eye of Ra glyph and I had no idea what it was. Then he pushed against the screen and it flexed out a little scaring me further. From there I continued to watch as someone was getting mauled by a mob and decided to reach in and I managed to grab that person. I don't really remember what happened after because I ended up waking up.

Man, I know I've been dreaming, but I'm waking early and the memories of them slip away like silk. It's crazy. And my old house haunts some of them I know that. It may be because I'm looking to move out on my own now. But then again, that house has haunted my dreams for almost 8 years anyway.

Jumble

I guess I had more than one dream this morning, and not all of them continuous.

This first one took place in a store/warehouse with really dim lighting. I knew some of the people working there because I used to work with them before I got my current job, but it was kind of sad because it was like I was forgotten. In all fairness though I had kind of forgotten them too.

The second one I was dropping something off to a friend I haven't seen in years. The weird thing about this though was everything was elevated, his house, his yard and what looked like a big wooden shed or barn thing. But his parent seemed gratful. I got the feeling that my friend was looking to make the shed some sort of room. Right after that I found myself in this sort of class room and we were working on some sort of quick project. The poster board I had held 5 different things a drawn couch and then another construction paper cut out of another couch overlaying it in the upper right corner and in the lower left for some reason was a vahjay (with that word ringing in my ears for some reason).

This third had me with my parents going to either a family friend's home or a family memeber's home and it was huge. The house screamed expensive comfort and I remember walking from the back yard- greeting family memembers and scooting around to get away from an ex-uncle into the house. From there I somehow went to the second floor and turned into a room where a teen was in the far corner playing some sort of video game. I didn't get a good look at the kid because there was a dresser and a bed in the way and I caught a look at him the side, my focus seemed to be straight to the game monitor and then the window. I said something about good game and then I woke up.

Changes

So I've decided to change my theme for this blog. Mainly because I find I don't really have a ton of time to write, but to make up for it I have a lot of time to dream. Daydreaming and normal dreams in particular.

The average person dreams anywhere between 10-15 minutes, but you'd be amazed at some of the details that come out from them. I mean, for me personally, I remember a ton of details and sometimes whole sentences.

For example, yesterday morning my dream had me packing up on the last day of some trip I had taken with my younger sister and brother. I remember stopping for a moment folding a beach towel that wasn't mine, but I knew belonged to my family and couldn't recall seeing my siblings. I had gotten concerned and got up, trying to locate them, and from in front of the open door to where I was something ran by. I didn't get a good look at it, but for some reason I chased after this thing. My dream supplied me with Fox (that's what it was called) and whatever it was hit a door in the middle of the wall and disappeared into the keyhole in a blinding light. Call me crazy, but I continued to run after this thing and slammed into the door knob as well, but there was no impact. The next thing I know I'm stumbling to a halt inside this smooth stoned courtyard that looked like either pale gray or white marble, it reminded me a bit of a park actually. The next thing I know is I froze up and I hear someone shouting "Run Alice". I start running and I find this girl running next to me and then, we split directions. I skid around a corner and try crawling under a stone bench that didn't have more than 10 inches of clearance, but suddenly I become a small white kitten thing and I curl up facing a wall corner like "you can't see me" and then I woke up.

And then today was just as weird: I remember doing something with my family and then all of a sudden I'm shoved into this back room with someone hiding under a huge pile of laundry/blankets. I'm not entirely sure why, until I sneak out a back door and try to make my way to a van we had been using. Oddly enough there were people dressed in these white storm trooper armor with orange vests pulling random people. I kept thinking I needed to sneak into somewhere when I got grabbed from behind. I don't remember who grabbed me, but the next thing I know is I'm where I'm supposed to be, but to get to another place I had to sneak past a couple of people and I couldn't. It was like me and those who were grabbed were supposed to be slaves or something to our captors and for some reason I couldn't think myself as unremarkable enough to get to where I needed to be. What kept coming into focus for me was my odd hair coloring (which is exactly as it is now a couple of natural blond streaks in the front and lightened bangs)- like I would be remembered for it. Somehow I managed to get past a group of people and then I panicked and woke. It was really strange.

Amazing....hmmm. I know I have a hard copy dream diary, but I've lost it. And that makes me sad, because I've been having vivid dreams since I was a child and for some reason they were always important and special to me. Thankfully, this sort of gift contiues to flurish and gives me something to express myself and now I have another "safe" place to store them.

First post!

Ok-

This is a short and probably confusing to the point intro post. I have work in a couple of minutes and I'll have to remind myself to come back here later to write. I have many blogs else where and I've been inspired as of recent (thank you Lora Leigh for your breed series! <3) to write some short stories. I think I may have run at least 15 or more through my head, but have yet to actually sit and type them out. I mean I know I have the weekends to do so, but hmm how does one find the time? I think I'll at least try.

So in short this blog is specifically for my stories and the mistakes I know that will be locked in, including research for the different things I look into. *squee in happy!*