Wolves

I was returning from a class somewhere. It was late afternoon and I had stopped by what felt like my family's place. I was looking for something to eat, from the freezer. I eventually found what I was looking for (some chocolate bar) and returned to my room. I was focusing on turning on the lights when my sister showed up knocking on the door. It stopped me long enough to try and hide the bar on top of what I think may have been a cabinet or something. I remember telling her "just a minute". She's definitely not the patient sort of person, even asleep. From there I am dragged to this sort of show, and am participating in it. Something about telling/showing people something- but I am pretty sure it was just practice, because the "audience" were other performers. So I end up with a small group on the staging area and each of us doing something. I was kneeling on the floor feeling heartbroken doing whatever it was that was our performance and at the end of it, someone was asking the audience, well, really picking a number of members from there to replace us for another part of the show. Somehow it was them joking about setting me up with someone, but I kept thinking I was ok, that I didn't need anyone else. But they were going to try.

From my periphery a small blond girl approaches me. I'm still kneeling though I am not sure why. She mentions that I'm good at something, and I "see" rune stones thinking how does she know? But in actuality I never handled them- my sister has, and I know tarot (for the most part), but I play along with this and I watch as she squats down next to me. She asks me "what do you know about wolves?" I know I blinked at her because now our conversation went from gifts to life. "they are pack animals, loyal, strong, kind (?)...." there were a couple other things I had said, but have slipped away from me. The girl nods and says something about them not being monsters like everyone else says that they are. She then goes on to tell me about this stretch of road that she is familiar with and a local pack that had vanished from the area. A Mage had killed this pack as they chased him away from their area, but they died in such a way that now anyone who traveled that road at a certain time would be chased by their ghosts. For her and for me this was a sad thing. She had seen that herself having to fend them off as she went down that road. Her story was one I watched, like being an outside witness. She was asking me another question when I started waking up.

Parts! Always in parts!

So my dreams have been a little more disjointed than I am used to and it is making it a bit harder to remember parts especially since now they are coming in multiple parts. Today I was lucky enough to remember at least 2, but I'm sure there were more.

This first part has me and my immediate family I'm what looks like a summer home and we are spending time on the ground level clearing up after a cook out. While we are cleaning my mother comes in with stuff telling the rest of us this is the last time we get to play on this level since we have to now rent it out to others. I know I am shocked and the rest of the siblings are confused at this. At one point I am asking them, what about me? Why can I not rent out the ground level? I work and make money, I could make enough to have that place for our continued use, but my mom ends up shaking her head with this heartbreaking smile telling me no. Which I don't get because outside of sleep I am definitely someone she has relied on to help out with in tight spots.

The other part shifts focus and has us returning to a school. I can feel that prior to the return that someone was antagonizing me and a couple others because as we were leaving a bus I was being told she wasn't worth it and to let it go. Now I am at the point in my life where I am done taking crap from people, this seems to have extended in my sleep realm because I do go after the antagonist. It just ends up with us leaning against and office counter with me knowing that there is something else wrong with her and asking why give me crap. I know I hadn't done anything, but I know people do stupid stuff due to jealousy. I don't think I found out because I was starting to wake up.

The funny thing is, even thought I was waking up, I still managed to push myself back under for a third part that I don't even remember.

House slave vet call

Somehow I was in another house, it felt like mine, but it looked a lot bigger and nicer that my home now. There were hardwood floors. anyway, a friend showed up and my sister ends up talking to him while I end up in the bathroom. Not sure how that works, but I'm there trying to fix a clogged toilet and get that mess cleaned up before someone sees that.

Part two has me cleaning up in my current home like some sort of slave. What was strange about this was that my parents were there and my mom was addressing me as someone far beneath her notice. Well that's not like her and I know I'm no one's slave. This just confused me.

And then there was this that followed. I was with this older guy that my mother figure (not the mother I know while awake) is dating/married to and we were dealing with this really cute blond child. Apparently we were taking her to the doctors' for a physical and to make sure she was healthy enough for school. While there the kid kept trying to escape out the room because she didn't want to be there. The doctor was already in the room and trying to convince the girl that it was ok. I don't know where the guy was until he showed back up near the end. By this point I was sitting on the floor and equating human doctors to animal doctors for the kid telling her that she needed to be checked up in order to go to school and all that fun stuff. I think I irritated the doc by calling her a vet at least once.

Vacation weird

So this was a weird two parter that took place in the same location. My family and I were at this huge summer home and we were packing up from a long week there. What struck me as strange was all the stuff that they were leaving. Something like a black purse, which I was looking at my sister because she had been complaining that she had nothing to put her yarn stuff in and she's been borrowing anything of mine. I went from room to room and I heard my mom talking to my dad about the other things that were here. I'm not sure if he was paying any attention since all he wanted to do was leave. It was strange knowing that I was trying to pick up things to pack them up when I would find even more of my sisters stuff. Like random piles of clothing! I knew my baby sister had been going through her stuff trying to get rid of a lot, but it kept seeming to accumulate and there was always more. I think I was trying to figure out why there was stuff that my family was leaving and supposedly there was going to be stuff they were taking. I ended up in a bathroom at some point and then suddenly the family was gone, but a group of friends was there. I have no idea why until it started hitting dusk and they started acting strange. There were about six of us and they guys were talking about strange things. At one point one of them went to another side of the house. We waited and waited, and then things go eerie. The others started to worry and debating on whether or not to track this person down. But everyone was on edge! It was like going on a witch hunt for something we had yet to see and they were already muttering about vampires. I know I panicked a bit too when the actual "vampire" showed up because somehow the group got splintered and one other girl and I were trying to find places to hide before making our escape. The thing was that there was actual terror involved. We ducked and scooted around piles of junk that didn't make good hiding places, but I think we got found at some point, like the vampire was only playing with us. I don't really know what happened to the rest of the group because after I got "caught" I got "bitten" which more or less was a kiss on the neck and not some blood exchange that they were so afraid of. And while I was trying to figure out where everyone else was, I just started waking up because my damned dog decided to bark at the neighborhood kids going to school.

Damned house

I swear to god this freaken house still haunts me! This morning I only remembered part of what happened, namely because I felt like I was going to be late for work. I was in the old basement doing something and by the time I glanced at a clock it was going on 11. I panicked because start work at 10:45, and kept thinking how late I was and start looking for my boyfriend whom I know is there. From there I go into the half bath that was in the basement but everything is missing- the toilet, the sink, even the small cabinet mom got to give us storage space. What make it weird was standing in the middle of that space knowing it was small, but for some reason it felt a lot bigger. I recognized this as a dream fairly early since boyfriend had never been to that house. So why does that place still follow me?

Camp from hell

I am with a bunch of other kids at what is trying to be passed off as a sleep-away camp at this really large house. What are called camp activities end up looking like household chores. We set up for some event as the homeowner's kid comes home. A storm is brewing and for some reason I end up in another house behind the first one and start helping clean up what looks like lunch. There are a few kids here and there, the rest made it to the main house. I remember climbing up on the counters to check to make sure where everything is placed, but many of the cabinets are empty and dusty. I climb down and work my way into what looks like a study and I get distracted by all these old books that are stacked and crammed on these shelves. I pull a couple closest to me to look at them, but the binding is so faded that if they ever had a title printed on the spine, you now couldn't see it. It stops raining at some point because I make my way into the main house and I'm not too happy about something else that seems weird here. I know that there are kids stationed as lookouts and they report "she's coming back!" I see out a front window this really expensive looking car that looks to be plated in gold stopped behind a trash truck. "she's back! She's back!!" everyone running back to their spots. I don't remember really what we were doing. My baby sister was asking me if I was able to read some report or other that she had done and I said I was trying too, but it's kind of hard when you are doing all these seemingly random things when you're supposed to be "having fun". So she's grumbling at me and everyone is getting together for a meal. Most of us there want to leave, but there are some pain in the butt girls who think to give us hell. One throws something at me that lands on my plate, and I throw it back at her. We are not supposed to waste food, but I don't cate at this point. I throw other things at her that make her grin and start tattling. I've had enough at this point and look over at our "director" and pretty much tell her to shove it. We're tired of doing all the grunt work for her and this isn't a camp it's a hell. She just gives a mocking smile and tell us we can leave. I know I rolled my eyes at her and got up with a lot of people. There was an understanding that parents would be involved and some sort of her losing mony.

That whole dream felt like a bunch of us were being taken advantage of. For the most part no one was saying anything. That's true of life though. Most people dont say anything right away when they are being used.

Four hours of sleep do what?

Only my four hour nap could incite this. I was hanging out with my other sister and we were doing something, like getting ready for something. She had gone to get breakfast and I happened to be taking my time with whatever that she had ditched me while I was making my way out of our rooms to a main level. Somehow I was back in those rooms trying to use magic/alchemy (at least the kind where you are looking/holding an object and telling it to change as said object slowly transforms). I don't remember what exactly I was changing, only that something had startled me and I ended up hiding in on of our closets hoping I wouldn't be found. A friend had seen me move off and tried to dissuade whomever was looking for me but eventually I was found. And I made it look like I was intentionally in that closet by flipping on a light and going through the clothes in there. Something about the person looking for me caused me to feel so uncomfortable and all I could do was smile in apology and try to look more occupied with something else. The friend looked apologetic like he couldn't get that person to leave either. The next thing I know, I'm outside a warehouse with what looks to be a food drive, but they are giving out highly carbed food to a team of teens for some sport. We were waiting for one of the kids to show up and I was talking to the coordinator and holding his year old kid. Suddenly the kid is gone and I'm up a flight of steps in a dress and heels. Dresses I can handle, heels are just plain murder. I think it's some kind of dance/ fashion show because I manage to walk down these stairs in a full skirted white and pink dress. For some reason I was pissed. And on heading back to the stairs I heard someone say "now watch her stomp" which I could only assume meant my walk because by then I was already adding a bit more swagger to my steps and looking to leave.

Scary old guy

This weather is driving me nuts! I go to bed at a decent hour, I tend to dream sometime in the morning, and most days it seems like I really don't want to wake up. We've been having rain all week and we will have it all weekend. Yuck! Anyway, I had a really weird dream this morning. I only remember parts because I kept tossing and turning. What I remember was being in this man's house and trying to escape him. I was also trying to save someone else who was stuck in there, but that person wouldn't follow me. What was really bothersome was it appeared that the man had a book for every person who set foot in his house. What was in those books i don't know, but it made me uncomfortable because he would rewrite something in there and it was like the person forgot something that had happened or that they had done. Like losing out on prior experience. For that reason it scared me and I tried to leave, even though that meant tearing through the man's house and squishing my self under his front porch to hide from him. And it was apparently muddy under there.

Fan hangout

So this starts off with me and some friends hanging out. There were others too who influenced some of our fandoms. It was sunny out and I was determined to go to this creek/ run off that I loved going to as a child. I don't think we ever made it over there. From there it became dark and I was in the back yard of the old house. I loved playing in that yard when I was younger, but it defiantly was a great hangout too when I was a bit older. Anyway, it looked to be fairly late in the evening and for whatever reason, I'm still not sure what, I was hanging out with the GAC guys. And I was hearing the neighbor on the right (if you faced the house from the front) talking really loudly and occasionally yelling. At some point we got up from laying around the yard to go to some show. I knew my dad was going and another of his buddies had gotten other tickets to go as well. It felt like they had panicked and now had 2 sets. I recall telling them to sell a set, but then realized I wouldn't be able to get in if they did. But I also felt like I didn't want to bother anyone about it, you know- It's an awkward feeling. So from there I end up leaving and walk around with my sister and her boyfriend through this little strip, passing what looks like restaurants and the like when we end up walking through one that seems to have almost no real room to walk around in. Someone passes and I accidentally knock something over. For whatever reason I couldn't walk away and I am the one who ends up picking up what fell over. Turned out to be a huge stack of dirty dishes. And then I find old year books that had some food splattered on them and I end up trying to clean those off. But the books look suspiciously like mine. And I am confused by this because I didn't have to clean up that mess as it was the other person's fault yet I just did.

I don't even know

I waited too long. Now I can't really recall what happened. All I know is it was something about getting away from someone who would do serious bodily harm to me. And for some reason I hurt like I was actually running. The other thing was about how to pitch a tent in tree tops. That could actually work tho. Just requires a couple layers of plywood and strong enough nuts, bolts, and nails. No idea what I was on to consider that.

Sept 4 early in the morning

So I have another weird two parter:
This first one I'm on some sort of fieldtrip with my sister, mother and sister's classmates. I have no idea where we are going only that it is steadily getting later. I know we are almost to a destination as I start repacking a bag that had a couple books and a blanket in. I know I'm trying to make sure I have everything because at one point I'm looking over at baby sister who is napping. I wonder if she has one of the books I brought and I consider waking her up as I'm folding a yellow knit blanket our grandmother had made me years ago. I hold it up as I fold making sure there are no "bigger" holes and I look back to see the un setting behind us. For a moment I'm looking for a shadow of some water dweller to play on the hills, like I knew it would be there. And then we reach our destination. The kids move out rather fast and crowd towards the front of on room and I manage to have something catch my eye around s corner. So as I'm looking at these keychains of plastic and plush guinea pigs I am approached by the guy who was speaking to the kids. He gets in my face about me looking at his stuff and making it sound like "who do you think you are?" like I would steal. I got back in his face saying I was a chaperone not some teen. He made me fairly angry. I guess this is because some people have questioned my age before. Sometimes it's nice, other times it can be a sore point.

Next part- driving up to this very cool old brick house. I can see a balcony at the second level with this rusted sort of stairwell that twisted in front of it. Just seeing the house made me excited for some reason. Inside we were in the kitchen and I was looking at what looked like puppies that were under the table. One had managed to get a bit a ways from its siblings, so I picked him up and moved him back. From there we moved to the back of the house and a seemingly detached room/ shed also made of brick. I was looking for something because the others who were with me were talking about the owner being either dead or gone- not sure which. I kept looking through the stuff, books- things that seemed like junk, but I was being told that the individual was still alive. I wondered about that as night fell and we returned to the main house and I guess we started getting ready for some sort of formal party.

Hover!

So I am in a store, similar to one I worked in as my first job, and I'm poking around and possibly shopping. I keep finding really cool things like legos, Disney figures, really cool shirts. The odd thing is I seem to keep bumping into people. Like litterally bumping into them. I'm not sure if that is representative of me feeling awkward at times or what, but it was rather strange. The next thing I know I'm at a park playing in this giant sand box with friends and siblings. We managed to clear a section of it and pack the sand really flat so that we could slide/ skate on it. That was fun until I found a hole and got pushed into it. I don't exactly rememeber why though. Anyway, the next thing I know is that everyone is now piling at the top of a hill that has both a dirt path and a paved road. I remember looking over at someone who I think was a cop and recall being challenge on the way down, like we couldn't make it down first or some nonsense, because the guy had a car. I remember pulling out these black disk things that were almost the same size of those children sleds and felt them vibrate and push away from the ground like magnets. This part was fun: I stepped on both and leaned forward taking off through the trees. I know the cop guy was following on the paved road, but the weightless feel of those floatie things was amazing. Litterally having your hair blown back and ducking from branches, amazing. I know I lost one of the disks before getting to the bottom because one is more stable than two and I seemed to move that much faster. But I'm not sure who made it down first since I woke up.

Curiouser and curiouser

Today's dream came in two distinct different parts.
Part 1: I seemed to be running around doing various errands for my mother and I was at home when she asked me to go get eggnog as well as some other groceries. I had to stop and stare at her because one it was not the season to find eggnog and two she made it sound like it was for me. I don't like nog, never have, and I wasn't about to go out in search of it when I knew it wouldn't be available. I know at one point during this exchange the rest of the siblings were showing up from god knows where almost like we were to be having some sort of summer party. And for some reason I was still stuck on the thought of mom thinking I liked eggnog.

Part 2: A friend and I has gone to this strange restaurant and we are seated outside. We're talking about stuff (I don't remember) when she's looking over my shoulder and waving to someone. That someone turns out to be an older gentleman who returns her smiles and ends up kissing me twice before engaging us in conversation. I'm not talking about the european kiss in greeting either. But then again I wouldn't go and call it kissing either. It was like having your mouth open and covering something. That something was my mouth and it just felt weird. Almost like he was stealing information or experiences from me. I had never met him, but he ends up questioning me about my boyfriend who is on the other side of the country, and I'm starting to wonder why. For some reason I end up looking up to a second level of the restaurant and watched as another person got annoyed and flung his menu down at our level. I end up getting hit with it and was trying to fold it back up when the old man mentions something about onion soup mix.