I know I dreamt something prior to this, but I really don't remember what other than seeing myself around 10 or 11 (maybe I was actually 16 hard to tell) wearing this sky blue, white and black trimmed outfit sort of like a sports team thing. The whole experiance was sort of either out of body or like I was looking at a live version of a past self. It was kind of strange.
The next part was in an old library- like a school's library because the top shelves were decorated with school projects that came from art class. This made me happy though because they featured different aspects of Chocobos- and each display came with the different music from the games. Somewhere in there I was walking around and using my phone to pick up the music when my sister comes up next to me and starts talking. I look at her getting mad and tell her to shut up I'm doing something. She gets mad and goes off in a huff (outside of my dreams I rarely tell her to shut up, I end up listening whether I like it or not). From there I walk around this border of shelves to see the stuff closer to the rear of the buildings, but for some reason the wood floor is sort of thin- I mean I seriously felt the floor move and buckle a little.
Before my mom woke me up, I was dreaming of visiting a friend of mine, but she was running late. Instead of waiting for my friend we (my sister, her boy friend and I) end up poking around the neighbor's house. Through a main level window I catch sight of my ex-friend working on a computer. She sees me and asks me for help on what looks like a tax site. So I'm on the otherside of the window trying to figure out what she was doing. The next thing I know I'm inside the neighbor's house with her and sister's boyfriend is trying to help the exfriend with the computer. Somehow I manage to get rangled into helping set up for a child's party. While setting up the punch and trying to put the little pieces of a plastic toy band, in rolls this grandstand with orginal cartoon characters just as the kids are starting to come into this room. I saw a Sylvester and someone else-it was kind of fuzzy because at this point my mom was telling me to wake up.
I'm left with the feeling of wondering if my ex-friend is alright. I mean, she is not really mean, she just got competative with my sister and then chewed her out for - well that was kind of mean. Anyway, the fact that I had been dreaming of her and then the ex-boyfriend, I'm wondering what's wrong with my psychy unless i'm trying to make peace with myself. I am a strange person.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Jumble
The last couple of days have just been a jumble of stuff that has been running through my mind. I'm not entirely sure what though because I think most of this is brought on due to me closing on a house this past Friday, my brother leaving his job and moving south, baby sister and her friends offering to help, planning/replanning how to tackle said house. Somewhere in all that I am supposed to be learning something, but with my lack of focus I'm not entirly sure what. I say this because I know I've been having 3 or more dreams a night. If I wasn't so preoccupied I'd be sort of mad at myself for not getting anything down on them. I probably will be mad at myself over this later.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Strange schools
So this one happened in two parts that kinda sorta matched.
I was walking around an arena of sorts and there were fighters down in the middle. I knew one was defending me for someting and the other was trying to get me killed. I don't think I figured out what really happened although I know I didn't do it. The arena sort of reminded me of high school. I remember adjusting my skirt and then walking to a small room where food was stored/sold- it was remincenet of a concession stand, but it wasn't. I ended up talking to a boy at the counter for a moment and then turned my head to talk to a girlfriend that had showed up. The poor boy had been drinking water all day and for some reason we thought that a rival had poisioned the water making him have to go really really badly. Unfortunatley, he went behind the counter, and couldn't stop. He tried to move around the counter and ended up facing a corner between the wall and a soda machine and still couldn't stop. At that point I got hit with a water spray across the chest- one that I could feel and remember feeling. At this point I figured I better change because it was getting close to the end of the match and I was told to get to arena. So I changed from my wet top and skirt to this sort of white dress (that felt like mourning) with black and red ribbons that were woven together around the top. By the time I got down there it was almost over, but I couldn't see either fighter and I felt someone come up behind me and grab both my wrists.
The second part took place in a house that functioned more like a school. One room was lit and had those desks I remember using as a grade-schooler. I was sitting there with a couple other girls getting ready for something when the girl on my left pulled out this big hamster eraser. I ended up playing with that for a few moments. The teacher didnt' show up and the next thing I know is we were chasing the boys from the class outside and we wanted to do whatever they were doing- which seemed to be knife play and tracking, and playing in the dirt. They kept telling us that it was all hard work and no, we wouldn't have any fun. I remember yelling back at them that they were lying and that house work was no fun. And as we were racing up this hill I remember changing shape in to a silvery canine, saying I could keep up as I managed to by-pass most of them, digging into that hillside. The next thing I know is I'm human again and together with a group of kids in front of the house we are milling around almost with a nervous energy. Runaway is what I kept hearing- were we to run away or were we to chase after a runaway?
I was walking around an arena of sorts and there were fighters down in the middle. I knew one was defending me for someting and the other was trying to get me killed. I don't think I figured out what really happened although I know I didn't do it. The arena sort of reminded me of high school. I remember adjusting my skirt and then walking to a small room where food was stored/sold- it was remincenet of a concession stand, but it wasn't. I ended up talking to a boy at the counter for a moment and then turned my head to talk to a girlfriend that had showed up. The poor boy had been drinking water all day and for some reason we thought that a rival had poisioned the water making him have to go really really badly. Unfortunatley, he went behind the counter, and couldn't stop. He tried to move around the counter and ended up facing a corner between the wall and a soda machine and still couldn't stop. At that point I got hit with a water spray across the chest- one that I could feel and remember feeling. At this point I figured I better change because it was getting close to the end of the match and I was told to get to arena. So I changed from my wet top and skirt to this sort of white dress (that felt like mourning) with black and red ribbons that were woven together around the top. By the time I got down there it was almost over, but I couldn't see either fighter and I felt someone come up behind me and grab both my wrists.
The second part took place in a house that functioned more like a school. One room was lit and had those desks I remember using as a grade-schooler. I was sitting there with a couple other girls getting ready for something when the girl on my left pulled out this big hamster eraser. I ended up playing with that for a few moments. The teacher didnt' show up and the next thing I know is we were chasing the boys from the class outside and we wanted to do whatever they were doing- which seemed to be knife play and tracking, and playing in the dirt. They kept telling us that it was all hard work and no, we wouldn't have any fun. I remember yelling back at them that they were lying and that house work was no fun. And as we were racing up this hill I remember changing shape in to a silvery canine, saying I could keep up as I managed to by-pass most of them, digging into that hillside. The next thing I know is I'm human again and together with a group of kids in front of the house we are milling around almost with a nervous energy. Runaway is what I kept hearing- were we to run away or were we to chase after a runaway?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
So the last couple of days I've been having strange (at least to me) they are strange dreams.
Yesterday I didn't have time to write out what I saw. I was in a playground around dusk, the weird thing was the playground was bigger, like it was made to handle young adults and teens. I was definately excited because there were slides and wooden platforms to climb on. It just looked like fun. Anyway I kept seeing people I was familier with every now and again just before I decided to haul my self up on a hip high platform to get into everything else. By that point though I started waking up.
Today I was back in the old neighborhood but the strange thing was that my ex and his family were there too. And I was in their house looking for things I had left. My mother was helping me too with these seeming to be gift items that were hers. Anyway, we were going around making sure we didn't forget anything and I kept seeing these astropop star shaped icecreams popping up around the "living room" of the house. I kept picking them up because I didn't want them melting and leaving spots on whatever they were resting against. At one point I was hurrying everyone along because I felt like we weren't alone and that we were supposed to be there. The last thing I grabbed before leaving the one room was a gold worked drop necklace from a stuffed bear that felt like it was either mine or my mother's. I passed an open bedroom door catching sight of the ex's parents listening to some music and actually looking a bit nostalgic. At least they didn't see me. On the landing (the house appeared as a split level with a short foyer- not what he lived in at all) I litterally ran into him and his sister and this gaggle of sister-age girls. He seemed just as surprised as I was about seeing me. I asked him about getting back a couple of items that I had actually left with him when he mentioned that he can't because he no longer had them. I had to pause a moment there and think because it was video game related how could he not? And then I turned my attention to his sister and she was not radiating hate and discontent at me. I asked her if she still hated me and she said she had only been mad at me for about a year. While I still think it was a bit crazy I can understand given the fact that I had been dating her brother and she didn't know the whole story about what had happened in our falling out. Anyway, as I left the house I ran into my brother who looked preoccupied with either a phone or a gameboy and completely got left behind by our mother. We both shrug it off and follow the familiar street back to the otherside of where we used to live. I can remember rounding that familiar corner, remembering that it was a bus stop for us as kids. And I'm looking up seeing the late afternoon sun light up the old street and it feels like home, but I don't live there now- I can't and neither could I even afford to. I guess in some ways my past loves to haunt me with things I know I cannot return to.
Yesterday I didn't have time to write out what I saw. I was in a playground around dusk, the weird thing was the playground was bigger, like it was made to handle young adults and teens. I was definately excited because there were slides and wooden platforms to climb on. It just looked like fun. Anyway I kept seeing people I was familier with every now and again just before I decided to haul my self up on a hip high platform to get into everything else. By that point though I started waking up.
Today I was back in the old neighborhood but the strange thing was that my ex and his family were there too. And I was in their house looking for things I had left. My mother was helping me too with these seeming to be gift items that were hers. Anyway, we were going around making sure we didn't forget anything and I kept seeing these astropop star shaped icecreams popping up around the "living room" of the house. I kept picking them up because I didn't want them melting and leaving spots on whatever they were resting against. At one point I was hurrying everyone along because I felt like we weren't alone and that we were supposed to be there. The last thing I grabbed before leaving the one room was a gold worked drop necklace from a stuffed bear that felt like it was either mine or my mother's. I passed an open bedroom door catching sight of the ex's parents listening to some music and actually looking a bit nostalgic. At least they didn't see me. On the landing (the house appeared as a split level with a short foyer- not what he lived in at all) I litterally ran into him and his sister and this gaggle of sister-age girls. He seemed just as surprised as I was about seeing me. I asked him about getting back a couple of items that I had actually left with him when he mentioned that he can't because he no longer had them. I had to pause a moment there and think because it was video game related how could he not? And then I turned my attention to his sister and she was not radiating hate and discontent at me. I asked her if she still hated me and she said she had only been mad at me for about a year. While I still think it was a bit crazy I can understand given the fact that I had been dating her brother and she didn't know the whole story about what had happened in our falling out. Anyway, as I left the house I ran into my brother who looked preoccupied with either a phone or a gameboy and completely got left behind by our mother. We both shrug it off and follow the familiar street back to the otherside of where we used to live. I can remember rounding that familiar corner, remembering that it was a bus stop for us as kids. And I'm looking up seeing the late afternoon sun light up the old street and it feels like home, but I don't live there now- I can't and neither could I even afford to. I guess in some ways my past loves to haunt me with things I know I cannot return to.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Nightmare
The first part was not so scary. I was in my old basement which seemed bigger than it actually was. There was way more furnature than I knew that place could hold and there were others there that I didn't know personally. My brother and his roommates were over and we were looking for movies to watch. We kept saying no ghost stories and I had picked up a cracked tennis ball saying "I found it....wait, this isn't it" and then spotting another one on a stack of movies on this old fashioned tv that I remember we used to own saying "there it is!" About that time I woke up because of a full bladder and it was almost 5:45. I have no idea how the time thing works, it just happens.
This second half I have no idea why it happend. I'm staying with someone in what looked like a hotel room getting ready for someone's wedding. I'm assuming that somehow I know this person and at some point we were friends because she leaves the room and then shows back up shortly really upset and telling me to get out. Like I need to get my own room and get away from her. I have no idea what I did wrong or even if I managed to get my own room because after retreating to the bathroom for a moment I find myself exisiting the building and walking to a close by field. I think this was used for like school or some sort of sporting events because I ended up under these stands talking with my mother when things get really weird. There's this tension in the air and things shift. Suddenly these people run up under with us telling us to be very quiet. My dad, who was with us at the time, for some reason leaves and all we see is this shadow of a huge and nasty troll who is eating him. Mom screams and runs out after that thing and even though I don't see it, I know she's gone too. So in a haze I return to the hotel place and am in the lobby at coordinating on everyone (of my family that is) in leaving. This strange man approches me and mentions about leaving/ selling this equipment that my parents apparently brough with us. I'm still confused at this point, I tell him that I will get back to him in a bit. I start waking up after that. I don't know what that troll was, but I really don't ever want that again.
This second half I have no idea why it happend. I'm staying with someone in what looked like a hotel room getting ready for someone's wedding. I'm assuming that somehow I know this person and at some point we were friends because she leaves the room and then shows back up shortly really upset and telling me to get out. Like I need to get my own room and get away from her. I have no idea what I did wrong or even if I managed to get my own room because after retreating to the bathroom for a moment I find myself exisiting the building and walking to a close by field. I think this was used for like school or some sort of sporting events because I ended up under these stands talking with my mother when things get really weird. There's this tension in the air and things shift. Suddenly these people run up under with us telling us to be very quiet. My dad, who was with us at the time, for some reason leaves and all we see is this shadow of a huge and nasty troll who is eating him. Mom screams and runs out after that thing and even though I don't see it, I know she's gone too. So in a haze I return to the hotel place and am in the lobby at coordinating on everyone (of my family that is) in leaving. This strange man approches me and mentions about leaving/ selling this equipment that my parents apparently brough with us. I'm still confused at this point, I tell him that I will get back to him in a bit. I start waking up after that. I don't know what that troll was, but I really don't ever want that again.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Strange Tides
This dreams involves a conglomeration of beachside experiances I've been lucky to experiance over my lifetime and a couple of twists (always with a twist somewhere). We're staying in a beach house hanging around, having fun, and apparently waiting for a couple more friends to show up. The friends are Kristina, Luke, and a couple others. By the time they show up it's getting dusky out and the surf is huge. Seriously, the surf would draw back so much but the waves that came in were taller than my 5'6 self. It looked like some serious fun! While watching the monster surf everyone is either eatting or getting ready to walk on the near non-exisitant beach (with monster surf comes little beach apparently). But we're taking forever to get ready- and I'm not sure why. On the second level of the house I run into Luke and we talk briefly (don't really remember what about) and I'm off looking for my baby sister and Kristina. I pass a communal bathroom and see the water in the toilet has a raised level, almost like water was being forced up and out of what was holding it. Kind of crazy. At some point I pause at the upstairs deck watching the monster surf. So with all this water around, what does that mean for me?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Former frenemies
So I dreamed about 2 former friends this moring. I don't know why they came up, but we had a falling out/falling back in off and on again thing for years or at least since I've moved to my current residence. It was late in the afternoon, it looked like the sun was getting ready to set and I was getting ready to go look for my baby sister and my brother. I wasn't sure where Jessi was, but I knew where my brother was. I drove past another old friend's house in the process of passing the one former friend. My brother was with him and I heard him ask if that was me. He confirmed that and I ended up coming back around looking for Jessi. Surprisingly the friend was talking to me and didn't look completely pissed to see me. The other former friend ended up running down the sidewalk from the house she used to live in and she looked upset. She told me she was breaking up with someone she was seeing. I had been telling the former guy friend about moving out and moving up in the worlk at the time and I ended up looking at the former girlfriend and feeling bad. I'm not a bad person for cutting off toxic relationships especially when the were hurting my family in the proccess, but I still can't help but wonder what those 2 are up to, I mean with those 2 we had been friends for a decade or more. That's a little hard to walk away from. I just hope those 2 are alright. Considering I haven't thought about them in like forever.
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