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.

Roommate

Sorry I have not posted. I have had little to write about. This dream makes up for it.

Today my roommate went out to meet someone. While she was gone I took a nap on the couch. This is what my mind cooked up:

I was on the love seat I was sleeping on. I sat up just in time to see my roommate come running in.

"I can't get to Syracuse! He won't come here so I have to go to him, and there is NO train to Syracuse! He claimed he had a work thing!" She stood in front of the TV as she talked. I listened. Then, I realized I was dreaming.

So I woke up. Only, I hadn't really.  I was still in the dream. Suddenly, my roommate came running in the apartment a second time. She was screaming like before, just not about Syracuse.

"I'm UGLY! He didn't even stay long enough to chat!" She ran to my room, which was on the left of the TV. Thing was, my room had more shelves then it usually does, showing me that it was HER room and not mine.
 Like before I sat up and listened to her. When she sat down I noticed that not only had our love seat grown to a full-size three seater couch (complete with extra pillows!) but my roommate suddenly changed into a friend of mine. When I saw her my mind told me she was spending the night.
"So I guess it didn't work with the swim instructor. But I'll still take everyone's advice and date a athletic guy." As she said that, I suddenly recalled people writer her that on Facebook.  I actually completed a inside thought inside my dream.

"Am I dreaming, or awake?" I asked. "Awake!" The person who said this was my roommate, and not my friend. The friend was now my roommate again.  To wake myself up I got up and started to run in place before doing The Running Man dance from the eighties. I think I was quite good at it.

Like all dreams, I had a sudden scene change. I was watching my roommate drive a white Toyota (which is surprising. She's lived in our city her whole life has not ever needed to learn) up some street past a really nice building. It looked like the White House. It was fall. Leaves all around me. I saw this street across from me. At the end of it was a really nice sunset. Before I could do anything, I was there, at the end. As I walked back I noticed there was a monkey near at the end behind the bush. At least, I think it was. It made a sound and the person who stood near it told me what it said, though I cannot remember. As I walked back up the street I passed an elephant behind a bush to the left of me. The person went to the elephant and said "Oh yea, his sound off confirms he's..." I can't remember what else, but I know there was more. I think it had to do with someone being upset, someone who was not present, yet could see what was going on.

I woke up after that. I still feel like I'm dreaming, but I know I'm not, or...at least...I think I'm not.

Faker.

I dreamt that I was pretending to be pregnant. This quite funny since I DO want kids someday have had dreams of being pregnant.

But not last night. Last night I was stuffing some yellow squishy pillow under my close. As I recall, throughout the dream I kept wondering when I would fake the labor pains. "Maybe during the big ceremony!" I thought. Though, I cannot remember what would happen during that ceremony.

Then, I saw on some TV a soap where a woman in a fancy red dress was trying to give birth. I wondered if thats what it would be like when I faked it. Then, again, I was at a New Years Party.

I was sitting next to a guy who was the "father" and drank what looked like mock-tail, but where really mixed drinks. For some reason, I was given a list of what I had drank that night. I remember trying to see if I could get the "father" worried about me. Whatever I did, nothing worked. So I went to sit on some circle of chairs, holding my cocktail list and another sheet that had my secret on it.
The, a third time, I was in a store buying things. Pillows, plush toys, and all the good things, including a Princess phone.  Suddenly, I am in some room with the "father" on the bed. He sleeping, I'm not. My brother takes both sheets (cocktail list and confession sheet) and read them, getting mad. He tapped the back of my head, and I had to explain to everyone (my mother, father, the "father") that I wanted to be pregnant so much that faked it. My mother was not mad, can't recall how everyone else felt. Woke up soon after.

College

This dream is a bit fussy, but still interesting. I was walking around Philly. Only center city was close to the beach. The sun beat down on me. Then, suddenly, I was in college again. Only, this college had more old buildings and loads of bright green grass. I went to one of the many food places grabbed what should have been chicken wings but turned out to be a big latkes.

After eating it I went back outside and someone said "Your mother is here to take you home." I went to find her, seeing many students along the way. I think one of them had bright yellow and orange hair. As I talked to them I also made dinner plans with my mother. It gets really confusing here because I can't remember if she offered to take someone else with us, or I took the bus. I woke up shortly after.

School Dreams.

Most people who dream of High School have that cliche " I had a Math test and but no pants" or  "I had to give oral report in my underwear." But me, no. I don't have those types of dreams. My school dreams are much odder. The first of which spiraled into my mind only during my younger school years. 
It happened every summer without fail. I'd get home from school and the first thing my brain would cook up that night is some fear that I had to go back because of something I didn't finish. The odd thing was, my brain was smart enough to keep the dream current. It never showed just the school halls, but the current room I had that year. My mind made sure to be specific enough so that I would dream where I  had sat, where the room was, right down the ugly orange carpet that, when I think of it now, reminds me of cheddar cheese.

The second type of school dream usually involved me running in the hall in fear. I would ALWAYS be lost and I would ALWAYS be scared, and the halls would ALWAYS be lined with dimly lit lights and dark painted lockers. Sometimes I'd run to the music room, other times I'd just run, but I'd never get to where I was meant to be.

The third type of dream was usually like the second, only it was much less fearful. The halls would be well lit and the interior would be classically designed, or painted in fun colors.  I'd run, walk and just enjoy my surroundings. last night's dream was none of that. It was a whole new type school dream.
 
As usual, it started with something I had seen during the day. Before I went to bed, I fell half-asleep on the love seat by the TV. A commercial for Vonage Telephone Service was on.  Since that was the last thing I saw before finally hitting the hay, thats what I dreamt at first.

I was sitting on the love seat thinking about if I could afford the serive. My roommate came in and said,
 "We keep the phone over there!" and pointed to my black Princess phone. It hung awkwardly angled by my record player. It kinda looked like it was going to hump a bump in the wall that stuck out.
Then, I was standing in front of some machine in a mall. There is a long black line going across it, on some sort of roller that was IN the machine. Think of those slot machines and you get the kind of "roller" I mean.

Well, like always, I had a sudden change scenery. I was in High School, standing on the old gravel-made road. My mother was there talking about herself and her experiences with alcoholism. Funny thing was, she was wearing a long orange and gold trimmed tunic. I am not sure exactly why, but I got really mad at her. So I walked to my class and sat down next a good friend of mine I had went to school with.

The teacher was someone I remember, though I never had him in High School. In fact, I think he was fired shortly after I started freshmen year. Anyway...he was teaching (wearing the same tunic my mother had) and for some reason, I felt it was my duty to alert him of my mother. So I stood up and said,
"She is a faker. Do NOT believe her! AT ALL! She just rolls out these sad stories about herself knowing that she won't change. She makes it, so that when she fails, not only do YOU feel sad for her, but you feel like YOU FAILED HER!" I am not sure what I said after that, but it was not pretty. The teacher looked at me and then said,
 "Excuse me, I think I should go talk with her." My friend looked at me. "I think I feel violated, or something," he said,  "I just don't feel good anymore!" and then I woke up.  How odd, no?