Slacker me

Today I saw the ex friend. I was doing something, not entirely sure what, and I was trying to gather things up that I knew were mine before she returned. She wasn't really happy to see me. actually she was really mean and wouldn't let me finish what I was doing and I had to leave rather quick. The next thing I know, I'm off to pick up someone, I think it was my brother. I was sitting in a car with this girl I didn't know when suddenly her door is jerked open by this stranger and he is trying to drag her out of the car. I throw the shift into reverse and manage to knock him over and I'm yelling for her to shut the door so we could go. We make it back to a house that I think is my family's and I'm worried. We get locked down but I can't help but feel like I've locked my brother out and he would have to fend off this weird zombie horde on his own. And it was like I was being blamed for that too- by locking him out.

Yesterday I was cutting across someone's yard and catching baby guinea pigs. I don't know why but even in sleep I still get that happy feeling when I see them. Even if it was to hide them elsewhere. I remember putting them in a room that looked like a screened in porch in a laundry basket and then having to leave rather quickly.

I need to not slack when it comes to writing this stuff down. There are occasions where I dream, wake, and the dream again and it's like I'm missing something when I don't quite make it to writing it.

More fragments

Bits and pieces again. I was in a house boxing up stuff, not entirely sure why and the next thing I know I am looking out into a very famililar backyard. What was strange about this was I was in a bathroom looking out of the window. And if I was where I knew I was then one- the bathroom was way too big and two- there was no window. So my dream had me looking out into the backyard of the old house. That's fine with me because I practically live out there at the time. What was strange about the bathroom was the huge mosaic tub I was sitting on. Someone was telling me a ghost story about a mermaid who was said to haunt the tub and loved "touching" people who just wanted a relaxing soak. I thought that the story was just silly.

Going Under

This morning was so weird! I know I was dreaming, but a lot of it is so fuzzy. The only thing I really remember was waking a moment and then going back under- several times. And that is a weird experience by itself. This is because your body still believes you are asleep but your brain is just making that realization that your room is in front of you and you are actually seeing it. The great thing about this is you actually have a choice as to whether or not you wake up right away because the desire to go back to sleep is just as strong as still being aware. I know I fought that urge for all of thirty seconds before going back under, but I tried.

Are they sorry?

This ended up being another 2 parter. The first had me walking around the old neighborhood and I had stopped in front of Geoff's house. I hate that due to another friend we all had a falling out, but there I was in front of his house. Someone had sprayed a series of black D's on his house along the windows (not sure how they did that, you would need a ladder) and I was just looking at that trying to continue to walk. I end up getting stopped by his wife Sarah (another friend) when she spots me. They want me to wait as the yard is marked off like some sort of crime scene. So I stand at the corner of the yard as yellow tape goes up and then the ex best friend showed up. She wants to talk to me, but I don't want to talk to her- someone who uses "slut" as a greeting is one thing, but to go into a vicious rant with more foul language after not talking to you in a long time is all sorts of wrong. I think she was trying to apologize or explain, but I really didn't want to hear her excuses. Somehow I ended up in Geoff's house and in what looked like a storage room. I was helping move things when I came across him moving a butterfly hair clip. Somehow it felt like that was mine at some point and he didn't want me to see it. So I pretended not to.

The next part was set in a hospital and I was talking to a girl when her eyes got huge. She turned to me very quickly asking if I had just seen what she was seeing. I had to have since I greeted the person. She was a ghost/ newly dead. I was walking the halls sort of like a security officer- making sure people were getting to the right place, but it was very strange since there were living and dead in the building. I saw both. We were closing up the building for the evening when I decided to go search for a little white dog named Tippy or Tuppy- not sure which. I found the dog in one of the offices and she followed me out as I headed back towards a lounge area.

Doesnt stop

I've been at my parents all weekend and for some strange reason whenever I'm there I get a jumble of images and most I'm not even sure what I'm seeing. At least I know I was dreaming. The only thing that stuck out to me was my walking up the old steps to the house. What was strange about this was I was so focused on the steps-the way they looked and any and all marks that were in them so that when I got to the front door I would have no real choice than to just go in. But as I looked up from the pavement I was looking at the door and the house siding seemed to shift and change and I was looking at the old house. I just looked at it and said you can't haunt me no more. I dont live here.

And today was definitely another chase dream. I was at this school orientation and this girl was bothering me. Like I really didn't like her for her stuck up attitude. I remember that when I wasn't looking she had pulled my purse behind her seat just as the orientation started. I got mad and leaned down (the seats were tiered) and pulled it back up. What I didn't know was that my wallet had slipped out. For a moment I had thought she had taken it until I found it under her seat. She had irritated me enough to where I had moved around the tier I was on and was sitting on the floor. I didn't mind that part and since there was a lull in the orientation I had pulled out my phone to listen to my music. Unfortunately one of the teachers saw and demanded my phone. I'm pretty sure I didn't give it up. The next thing I know is that we were walking and I had found this white guinea pig. I picked it up wondering where it came from. The group I was with thought it came from two streets down and then we'd take a left. I thought to do it myself so I went down one street and to the left and found myself in this little plaza/campus thing that was attached to what looked like a hospital. So I got myself lost, but even odder was my continuing to get lost by going into the hospital and getting stuck in there. What I don't understand was why there was security in there and why they were so bent on finding me when all I was going to do was just leave. I mean any time they found me I just ran and got myself good and lost. But I was really being chased by four or five different people.

No Disney for Me

Totally dreamed earlier this morning but for some reason the only thing that really stuck out was the fact that it had to do with the old house. Now I know I meantion that quite a bit, for me the old house had to do with where everything began for me- like where I was raised from 3rd grade to my almost sophmore year. Also that is the house where I became interested in paranormal things. The weird thing about this though is the previous owner's kids came by like 2x when we lived there talking about this place. So I wonder if anything had happened for them there too. Anyway, no matter where I end up that house will always be the old house. Which I don't remember what happened because I woke up around 7 and then mananged to go back under until around 10-something.

So when I went under I remember being at either a hotel or a hospital- it was kind of neat and almost devoid of personality. Anyway, I was in a room with a bunch of other kids waiting for Lauren and a couple other people when I decided to leave to do something. The weird thing was that in leaving it was like the doors were the heavy metal locking ones that you see in not so noraml situations. Once I left I was outside and outside it really looked strange, because from there it was like running around on dry, cracked mud flats and I remember kind of running around on hands and knees sort of what everyone has done as a child when pretending to re-enact things as animals. I end up running into these two kids that were trying to make it back into a crumbling tower, that was were we were supposed to all meet and I remember racing behind. What struck me as odd was the fact that it was the direct flight from the Lion King movie with Simba fleeing the hyenas. Seriously there were some hyenas after us! And there were twists of brush and thorns- also very strange. I guess it's worse because we're both still focused like how we are suppossed to be 4 legged animals that we slip and slide on the flats trying to make it to the tower. I mean we make it, but this is still really strange for me since I know I didn't see any disney films yesterday! So we both get to the tower and make it up to the floor for some sort of concert. Selena is singing some sort of song with some kids in a courner and I sit down next to a man who I think is her father. He meantions about getting rid of something, something that would have been really important to her. I remember looking at him and telling him that if he did that that his relationship with her would definatly become FUBARed because she wouldn't want to love him again. The oddest thing about this part of the dream was the meantioning of aborting a child. I got the sense that the mother to be would love that baby like none other, but the father wanted it gone. So what was more important- the family connection or the fact that he didn't want that child's interference?

Giant bug

So the last couple of days were weird with the day light savings. I have been waking up early it seems, like a habit. And I have been dreaming, but they were vague, like coming up for air and then going back under. That was really all there was to the last couple of days. However, this morning was one I remember.

I was at a lake house with a couple of friends and the area seemed empty like at the end of season, when people usually head home. It was a bit eerie. We would do stuff and then meet up in the house. The house was huge and I didnt get to see all of it. It belonged to an older woman who decided to own it and rent it to others. It didn't make sense to me in dream since I thought it would have been easier to rent rather than own and maintain, but realistically- that person probably made money just renting to others. Anyway, I was just being told about people who were being "infected" by this bug creature from the local area when I went off on my own. The group I was with seemed like they were hunters, similar to the ones that went after Bigfoot or Nessy. I shouldn't have left them. With their stories ringing in my head I had gone back to one of the homes we were staying in and I saw it. This bug thing they were talking about looked like a giant centiped with huge bone crushing mandible and a nasty looking stinger on the other end. It scared me and for some reason I managed to sneak around the couch and hide under a fuzzy green blanket. Unfortunately the creature noticed the blanket, but mistaken it for an egg and it tried to curl up around me! I had to keep very still aware that if I moved, that stinger would get me. Somehow the thing stopped trying to curl up and decided to investigate something else of interest. I made a hasty retreat and ran into the same friends. I kept telling them I had seen it and why on earth would anyone have stayed here? There apparently were all kinds of theories, but the only "facts" were that it was normal that people disappeared in this area. So I made my way down to the docks. This part didn't make much sense to me because we went from paranormal to magic- I was looking for another of our group like I would confront him. I was asking why they didn't tell me and how was it possible that there was a ring (looked exactly like the one I own) shown on something we had been looking at. Why was it the exact one and what were they hoping for? I don't think I got my answer because I ended up returning to the other house we were using to find the rest of the group outside watching a car that had stopped at the top of the driveway. I ended up leaning against on of my friends curious. They were telling me the owner decided to do a drive by to make sure the properties were not vandalized. Now that I think about it. I wonder if she knew about what went on at the lake, and if any of us were really expendable.

11/4

I was in my old back yard doing something (not entirely sure) and watching a group of people perform some sort of rite. I had climbed up on the old play fort for a better view as the pool started to overflow like a fountain. There were others ringing the pool continuing whatever it was they were doing as this water overflowed into the backyard. What was strange about the water was how it was thick, like a gel. I knew if I jumped off the fort and into that mess I wouldn't hurt myself, but it would take me forever to get to where I needed to go. As I looked up I saw someone coming through the back gate yelling "what do you think you are doing/ what have you done" I'm not entirely sure what phrase it was since I started waking up and then went back under.

I was in a new house helping my mother set things up. It looked like a combination of my grandparents old house and someone else's. But my mom was super excited. I was walking around one of the rooms yet to be renovated finding one I just knew she would gut to put in a hot tub. As I moved into the yard I paused watching. There were people helping them move. At one point I returned to one of the huge bedrooms and sat with my sisters on the floor we were watching something. A couple of the younger movers had come up as well. I think there was some flirting that followed, but it wasn't clear. I know I left the room for something and as I came back there was fear. I ran to yet another room (possible my mother's) looking for my sisters. They were yelling and screaming like something was going to hurt them. They were close though, right on the other side of the wall. I remember opening the closet door and making my way back through it telling them to get in the closet. Something I remember about my grandma's house was the basement guest rooms were connected by the closets-sort of like a tunnel. So if one room got accidentally locked we could still get through. What was strange about the dream closet was the fact that there were clothes and coats and other things in the closet, which should have been empty for a new place. Anyway I struggled past the jumbled closet seeing my sisters had gotten the idea. They kept saying that they were being chased by this stranger who got into the house. I don't even stop to think why (even though there was a house with a number of guys helping with moving and renovations). So we make out way to the garage looking for our mother. She is there and we run out of the house. I don't know how I got ahead of them, I know I'm not the fastest, but somehow I manage to scale a six foot solid wood fence and haul myself up to where I'm just balancing myself on it. I glance down to see my sisters and mother together huddled and this guy menacing them. I still don't question this- even though we out number this person, its in broad daylight, and there were others around. I remember being so scared for my family. Even as high up as I was I was looking for something to throw at this guy. I found a white stone in my pocket. Just as I was going to throw it, one of the guys that had been in the room with me and my sisters showed up. Thankfully, there was someone else with him. I don't know what happened next as I started waking up.

11/2

I was getting ready with some friends for some kind of party. We were digging through our bags pulling things out and I was looking at these two shirts that were similar in color but for one patch on the sides. I knew what they meant even though I'm sure it doesn't exsist out of sleep. We kept calling the shirts animal cracker power ranger shirts. I still have no idea why. At one point i moved away from the group and was looking at these holiday cards. I found a good one for a friend of mine as it was slightly heavy with chocolate coins. I wanted to get it to his mother, because it was that type of card and it would have just been weird if I gave it. As we were putting on final touches for make up I was staring outside, as though I would go out. It was cold and there was snow on the ground. Eventually I did go out only to look for someone who had gone out and got lost in a snow bank close to the building.