Lisa Simpson, and Jennifer Aniston.

It has been a long time since I last posted. I know. The main reason why is that I lately wake up with only fragments of dreams. Bits and pieces of what could have been one unusual story. But not last night. Last night I dreamt something that I still don't quite understand.

I was in this yellow room. Lisa Simpson was on a bed that sat by the stairs leading down. Her mother, Marge, was standing by and listing to what Lisa had to say. 

"I know I am too young," she started tearfully, brushing the cascading snot from under her nose, "But it was the most magical moment of my life. Having sex with him felt so right, so great! I know you hate me now mom, but I could not stop myself from doing it!" Now, I don't who she had done The Deed with, or why, or even what age she was. She looked 8, but that was because she was partly hunched over. I could not see any chest-like evidence to her womanhood. what's even more odd is that usually images of Lisa OR Bart doing sexual things gross me out. Because I watched them from a young age I feel their sex life is like my brothers. Something I don't ever want to know about! Yet I watched normally. 

Marge had no comment.

Suddenly, like all dreams, the scene changed. I was resting on a long chair beside a small pool by a huge-old style hotel. My aunt was sitting next to me. "So, did you know that Jennifer Anitson is related to us?" she said to me. 

"Your Kidding really?" I asked.

"Yes. But only distantly."

"Does this mean that Grandma is her Aunt?"

"Yes, it does. I saw in People Magazine that she was reading about our family history. I know she does it!" This is where things got really jumbled. I was suppose to see my friends, but they about to leave with my aunt to talk about something, and then go to some fair. The one clear image I have after celebrity mention was me, trying to get into my yellow carpeted room while talking to my old therapist. I am unsure what she was saying, but it sounded stern and directed at someone else. About here is when I woke up.  

Mother.

I just jolted awake from a dream and I'd better get down what I can now.

Someone was trying to steal or take something of mine, something me and someone else had to construct. I cannot remember what it was, or what it did. I simply knew that someone wanted to steal and we didn't want that.

The next part of my dream went like this. I was shopping while on the phone with my brother. He was visiting Mother alone.

"Can I be frank here?" he stated, "Mom has not taken pills today, but I know from the looks of her that she's doing well. She won't make it. Not now." And then I woke up.

Thats all folks.

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.