Can't remember

Like the title says I can't remember much about my latest dreams. I usually wake with a jolt, or some flash of an image, but as soon as I try to put together the nonsense it went with the images goes away and all I am left with is a feeling, or a color. Todays's color: Pink.  

When I get one I can recall, y'all be the first to know.

Ta!

Old Fashioned V8

I could not sleep. I kept waking up. Finally, after many trips the bathroom and turns before toss, I slept. This is what my mind cooked up for me:

I was in colonial times, standing in some bar. As far as I could sense, some wedding was about to happen. Everyone was chattering about it. I sat on the couch near the door. A man with a long mustache came up to me.

"Try this," he said, "It's got all the fruits and veggies a body ever needs!" He went to the bar, which, oddly enough, looked more like a opening to a kitchen most diner waitresses see. The actual bar was really high up, and you could pear into the back kitchen.

I looked at the drink given to me. Since the place was not as well lit as a the kitchen, it was hard to see the color of the drink. It looked mostly black with hunks and chunks of fruits and veggies. Like veggie chilly.

Even though I knew I would HATE the stuff, I drank it anyway. It tasted horrible, like crushed pennies and bad blood. Really bad blood. It was about then I realized that I had traveled back in time. I, whoever my name was for this dream, was from our current time! As soon as I downed the horrid drink, I KNEW that V8 had gotten better. I knew that there was hope yet for this drink.

"Hay," I exclaimed, "In the future, this will taste better. TRUST ME on this one." A fat woman standing next to me started to looked worried.

"Don't blow your cover," she said, "They mustn't know who you are!" Suddenly, the whole group of people gathered near the back the room by a  set of stairs. The stairs divided a small hallway that lead into another room  with a fireplace in it. All the people stood around, or sat on, the stairs that ran up into a set of bedrooms. Their direction was towards the bar  I was in.

A man with a black stash and beard was standing by an old black stove. He was cooking something we could not see.

"I have a wife in (cannot remember name) town. I could go there," he said.

"We can split up the children for safety," a woman said. She was standing near the top of the stairs under a light.

"I have my wife, so I can go to her," the man mentioned again. As I stood and watched theses people plot their way to safety, I KNEW I had tell him who I was. All I could think of was shouting, "I am LIZZY from the future! Your Lizzy!" Thats when a the cooking man brought his cast iron pan pan over. Suddenly, a little boy noticed something.

"Hey, the Batman Symbol! Wait, who or what is a Bat Man?" he asked, confused. I had to tell them, and I had to tell them now.

"It's me, LIZZY, but from the future!" I said. A mirror popped up, showing me standing by a white house in brown colonial clothes and my hair tied back sans a few tendrils in the front.  This is when I woke up.

Steve Marvin

I was standing on a covered deck wearing a bathing suit. I had my laptop bag and iPod Touch with me. My oldest friend stood next to me in a bikini.

We were near the Adirondack chairs that rested by the bar. Now the bar, and the whole place, was made with that same composite wood. You could see the narrow but thick planks everywhere. Next to the bar was a doorway that lead to the pool area. Inside were more chairs in a skinny U shape opposite the small pool.  Light from the sky shone between the roof cracks, with a huge spread of some over the water.

I laid out on a chair to relax. Suddenly, the friend who was standing next to me was calling me on my cell instead.
"Steve Marvin died!"
"Who?" I asked.
"Steve! We used to hang out wit him ALL the time. I don't understand why you're not as sad. I am SO mad you're not showing sadness!" Then, what was a another doorway to the right of me became a whole new world. The grass was green and plush but marbled with patches of dust. The sky was bright baby-blue and littered with clouds. Judging by this, it must have been near twilight. The moon looked metal; little lights all around it with some sort of rings. The Rings were thin, flat, wide, and a grayish-blue color.

I set down my laptop bag, standing in some small tribal place. No huts, just some wood encircling a small fire. When I picked it up again, I heard a strange noise. Some creature, one that I can't even remember the visage of, didn't want me to take my bag with me. I stepped back some, going into the thatched deck of before.

Charlie Sheen was next to me, looking out at the alien world.

"Why is it doing that!" He asked me.
"Because," I started, "Once I plopped my bags down they assumed I was giving it to them. So when I picked it up, it was like I was stealing something of theirs. When I tried to take it last time some green hands came out and I could FEEL them on my legs!" Suddenly, as I described the green leg grabbers I could see it happening in front of my face like a movie. Oddly enough, thats when I woke up.

Cheerleading

I never thought of joining the cheerleading team in high school. In fact, that was the last thing I ever thought of. It did not matter that my boarding school forced us to choose a sport each year. I was never going to be one of those Perky Pam's who smile despite the fact that our team may be loosing.

So you can imagine my surprise and utter shock when I dreamt I tried out for the squad a few nights ago.

I was standing in the middle of  Maplebrook High's gym. All the current cheerleaders were standing to the right of me, watching. For some reason, I could not think of any cheers to do. I tried to recall the ones heard in the Bring It On movie and got nothing, tried to remember the school's simple but catchy calls and got nada.

I had to do something, so in a panic I moved my arms. I shot them up first, slapped them to my sides, and then...for a reason I can't seem to understand, I stared to flail them. They moved about in so many ways that I looked like a cartoon tree with dancing limbs. When I finally stopped I knew I messed up.

But, as I stood there defeated, one of the popular girls came over.
"You need to try this!" she said, lifting her skirt. It was then that I woke up, the image of her underside embossed on my brain. For the sake of sanity I'll leave out the exact details of what I saw, but I will add that it was not pretty. Hopefully I'll have better dreams tonight.  Hopefully.

Old house.

So there I was: standing in an old house. I remember walking all around and looking at the rooms. The style of it was old fashioned, wood made and classic. As I recall, many people were also there for some sort of costume party. I was dressed in a navy jump suit with some sort of Badge on.

I don't know why, but I think the costume I wore was supposed to be part of Beatles lore. After walking around the whole place in costume I ran into my high school english teacher who LOVED the Beatles. So naturally, I took out my pictures of me in the costume. Not sure what I was wearing then, but not the costume....I think. My teacher looked at them, and right away knew what who I was supposed to be.

Around then I woke up.

Reba and Rice Crispies.

I was lying in bed wondering why I was not dreaming. Or sleeping for that matter. I had gotten what I wanted yesterday and things were great. But why was I not tired?

Well, when I finally did sleep, this is what my dreamy mind came up with: I was in a house. It was Reba's house from the show Reba. Only, it was not set in Houston. Instead, the house was set in some grassy open field. It was nice. The stares were out. I saw Reba there wearing all black, and SHE was pregnant!

"OW..." she screamed. It seems she was having practice contractions. To settle herself she lay on the couch, belly up. There was a baby there, lying on top asleep. I wondered who it was, but somehow came to the conclusion it must be her baby.

Then, suddenly, I was in the same place but eating Rice Crispies. They were green and the little crisp parts were heart shaped. I remember after eating them that I used the bathroom. And it took forever. Oddly enough, the bathroom was in the MIDDLE of the living room and the shower was right next to me. I kept going and going, sometimes using the shower certain to help clean the soupy mess. But, seeing how terrible the mess was, I wished that time would turn back. I wished that I never did dirty the shower. It worked! The white certain got clean!
    I was now standing in the middle of the room. There were a row of tables around. Looking, I saw Lane and Rory from Gilmore Girls come in and take seats. If memory serves, Lane was pregnant too! She kept complaining.

I don't know why, but I walked outside. I looked at the bright stares above and ended my dream with a wish to be in them.

Mother, Job, and College.

Today I have an intern interview. So naturally, my mind decided to dream about it. But because I went to bed without getting a confirmation of whether I should go in, or do it over the phone the first thing my mind dreamt up was that I went there:

I walked in and saw nice white walls. The room was small, about the same size of my room. As I recall, there was a nice carpet and really nice wooden tables all around. A computer sat to the left of me. As I talked with the interviewer I got the idea that this would be more then just an internship. Out of pure nowhere, I was being offered a job. Then, she walked me all around the place.

I saw that in the right-hand corner of the room was a hall. We walked down it and saw many paintings. The walls became a creamy red color. I saw objects being thrown from the open doors on either side of us.

"As you can see," the interviewer said, "we are connected to the college." He didn't say which college, just that we were connected to one. As we moved into the great hall, I realized that all the pictures were moving. I saw a huge one on the great hall wall of a two frogs with another of a dog on wall next to it.

"I really hope the Dachshund fights the frogs!" I thought to myself.  I could see the dog move from his frame to the frogs frame.  Well, as you can guess, there was a sudden scene change. We were back in the office down the hall.

While there, I was being told that my work was SO good that it more then likely that I'd get a paid job from them. I remember standing by my closet when the interviewer said that. I don't know why, but suddenly I started to think about my mother. I don't know if my mind was replaying bad times, or if I just plain remembered them, but I quickly knew she was not doing well.

Then, my dead grandmother came in and announced that mother had been evicted from her building. I grew sad, wondering what I'd do. My aunt and Dad came up to me like they had been there the whole time, but I KNEW they were not. I looked down and saw that I had no pants.

"Please," my aunt stressed, "don't let me take care of my sister. I don't think I can take it!" I went to her.
"You don't have to! You don't have to do anything you don't want to!" I screamed. My aunt the back of her hand on her forehead to show how stressed this would make her.

Flash! We are all on a train. It's going fast. The sun is setting. I stuck my head out the window to look. I saw that all the leaves and brush were brown, dead. They whipped by us fast. Suddenly, we were on top of the train. Then, just as suddenly, I got word that my mother died. Only...I didn't cry right away. I had to think about it first. I started to weep slowly, letting idea of her death sink in. My aunt and Dad did the same, crying only slightly. We moved from the top of the train to some sort of downward tunnel. Amazingly, it lead to my room/ office. About then I woke up,again.

Thats the oddest thing about this dream. I woke up several times through the whole ordeal and no matter how long I stayed up, I always went back to the same spot I was before, like it was a paused movie. Odd right?

The Simpsons

Sorry I have not posted. It would be easy to say that it was because of my lack of dreams, but thats not entirely true. Along with the little dreaming my mind has been doing, I also have been dealing with family issues. I'd tell you what they are, but then I'd be writing 27 years of baggage and I don't think anyone (unless paid to do so) would be willing to hear all that.

So I'll skip on to the one dream I DO remember:

I had just read "Discloser" by the late-great Michael Critchton so it's only fitting that I would dream of a trial.

I was walking out of the town hall/courthouse of The Simpsons. As I recall, someone tried to tell me my case was in jeopardy. I can't recall what I had done, or what exactly my case was. All I knew, standing on the steps beside crowds of people, was that my case was lacking something. I think, to the left of my I saw Mr. Burns. Suddenly, like always, the scene changed.

I was standing on some snowy grass beside a road at night. The Simpsons where standing in front, moving around. I am not sure if they were bouncing, or dancing. They just moved. My lawyer pointed to them and said "Oh Yes, that will help your case." Then, as I watched them bobble about, a brightly-rainbow colored bridge just sprung up over us. It was so odd. The bridge started forming from the left to the right, rainbow colors moving over it. The Simpsons where still moving about.

Now that I think about it, I could only see their backs. Lisa's starfish head seems the most prominent and clear to me, her neck stretching up and down.  Bart's head was wafting left to right, bending really far in each direction. It was about then I woke up.

Thats all for now folks.