It must have been last Thursday, August 8, 2013. I dreamed that I was hanging with the Kardashians at an air force base that had been abandoned. It was bright and sunny. We all were having a good time celebrating something, what I don't know. Khloe is my favorite and she and I were doing our rounds. There was this jerk walking around like he was tough and it was bothering me. So I flew up and grabbed him. My face must have had the look that I was going to spit on him because his face was refusing it. "What are you going to do?" he said. "I'm going to spit in your ear!" said I. And I did. It was a big one. The weird thing was when I grabbed him I was floating up five feet in the air.
I know I said this already, but Khloe's my favorite.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Valentino
March 31, 2012 (Sorry, I had this saved in a Word file but never posted)
4:22 PM
Valentino
I took a nap and had a dream that I was fighting with the ghost of fashion designer Valentino Garavani. I was at his mansion and all of his furniture was black and white. The walls were white. His spirit was still there and I was warned that I might feel a presence. There was a set of dolls that my mother said were hers. It was kept in a short and wide wooden display with each doll perfectly set (I think six) all the way across like a box of chocolates. My mother wanted to take it back and I told her to, but she said she would have to get documentation with the post office to prove they were hers.
I continued to wander the mansion. Down the black staircase I turned the corner and stared at an empty frame made of black leathery material with lots of folds and layers. I saw the reflection of my chin and lips and my left ear. The frame cut off at just around my nose.
Valentino came to say hello. He poked my cheek and he taunted me. I asked him where his family was. He taunted me. I stared at the empty frame and saw pictures of my friends fade in. I challenged the ghost and told him he couldn’t make fun of me and that I had family. As I said this I flicked up on the picture frame with my fingers like you would a touchscreen. More pictures came up again and again, flick after flick.
I made him angry. Objects in his mansion began to fly across the room. I flicked the photos of all my family faster and faster. He had nothing on me.
4:22 PM
Valentino
I took a nap and had a dream that I was fighting with the ghost of fashion designer Valentino Garavani. I was at his mansion and all of his furniture was black and white. The walls were white. His spirit was still there and I was warned that I might feel a presence. There was a set of dolls that my mother said were hers. It was kept in a short and wide wooden display with each doll perfectly set (I think six) all the way across like a box of chocolates. My mother wanted to take it back and I told her to, but she said she would have to get documentation with the post office to prove they were hers.
I continued to wander the mansion. Down the black staircase I turned the corner and stared at an empty frame made of black leathery material with lots of folds and layers. I saw the reflection of my chin and lips and my left ear. The frame cut off at just around my nose.
Valentino came to say hello. He poked my cheek and he taunted me. I asked him where his family was. He taunted me. I stared at the empty frame and saw pictures of my friends fade in. I challenged the ghost and told him he couldn’t make fun of me and that I had family. As I said this I flicked up on the picture frame with my fingers like you would a touchscreen. More pictures came up again and again, flick after flick.
I made him angry. Objects in his mansion began to fly across the room. I flicked the photos of all my family faster and faster. He had nothing on me.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Cheese and Dreams
It does sound a little cheesy (hahaha), but there apparently is a study about the food you eat, cheese in particular, that can affect the dreams you have. I knew about sugar, but cheese was kind of a surprise. The National Public radio has a transcript about cheese and dreams if you are interested. Maybe in the future I can do an experiment of my own and see if it is true that cheese can alter your dreams.
Friday, June 22, 2012
August 21, 1995
This is based off of a dream I had. I've also changed the story a little because, well, I was fourteen when I had the dream and some of the words are totally spelled wrong and some of the sentences don't make sense. Here goes...
August 21, 1995
It is 9:55 a.m. I just woke up to an interesting dream. I dreamed that I was at school in this class and I was sleeping or laying on the floor using my backpack as a pillow and I was laying by Rienzo and his girlfriend. Then I felt him touching my hair and I lifted up my head and looked at him. I put my head back down and faced the other way. He said to his girlefriend something about me and how calm and tame I was. He made me feel like I was better than his girlfriend. I felt bad.
He kept petting my hair and stopping every so often and kissed his girlfriend. Then class was over and Rienzo didn't even wait for his girlfriend. She had to get her stuff ready so I decided to wait for her. She asked if she could walk home iwth me and I said "OK." But then I thought about why she would want to walk home with me. Is is so she could find my house so she could attack me with her friends when I'm not looking because of jealousy towards me because I was so calm and tame?
I told her she could walk me to the back of the school because my mom was going to pick me up. On our way to the back of the school we saw her boyfriend. She said, "Watch this," then she ran in fron of him and jumped on him. But, it didn't look as simple as that. It looked like she was doing gymnastics. [I'm totally laughing right now!] I was in awe and surprised at what strong arms she had. Then I think I saw my mom and I waved at this girl and said, "Good bye!"
So I was in my mom's van and I was looking out the window and I saw this girl that graduated last year. She has long, blonde, thin hair. Her boyfriend had red hair. Well this blonde haired girl was rollerblading and I wished that I could do it to. I continued to watch her rollerblade and then she fell. The van passed her up. When I got home I started rollerblading.
I was rollerblading on the kitchen floor, in the bathroom, everywhere. But, when I went to the bathroom I saw a change. Everything, the floor, the decorations, the sink . . . they were all mint green, forest green, and an off-white color. It used to be a peach color. The bathroom looked unfinished.
August 21, 1995
It is 9:55 a.m. I just woke up to an interesting dream. I dreamed that I was at school in this class and I was sleeping or laying on the floor using my backpack as a pillow and I was laying by Rienzo and his girlfriend. Then I felt him touching my hair and I lifted up my head and looked at him. I put my head back down and faced the other way. He said to his girlefriend something about me and how calm and tame I was. He made me feel like I was better than his girlfriend. I felt bad.
He kept petting my hair and stopping every so often and kissed his girlfriend. Then class was over and Rienzo didn't even wait for his girlfriend. She had to get her stuff ready so I decided to wait for her. She asked if she could walk home iwth me and I said "OK." But then I thought about why she would want to walk home with me. Is is so she could find my house so she could attack me with her friends when I'm not looking because of jealousy towards me because I was so calm and tame?
I told her she could walk me to the back of the school because my mom was going to pick me up. On our way to the back of the school we saw her boyfriend. She said, "Watch this," then she ran in fron of him and jumped on him. But, it didn't look as simple as that. It looked like she was doing gymnastics. [I'm totally laughing right now!] I was in awe and surprised at what strong arms she had. Then I think I saw my mom and I waved at this girl and said, "Good bye!"
So I was in my mom's van and I was looking out the window and I saw this girl that graduated last year. She has long, blonde, thin hair. Her boyfriend had red hair. Well this blonde haired girl was rollerblading and I wished that I could do it to. I continued to watch her rollerblade and then she fell. The van passed her up. When I got home I started rollerblading.
I was rollerblading on the kitchen floor, in the bathroom, everywhere. But, when I went to the bathroom I saw a change. Everything, the floor, the decorations, the sink . . . they were all mint green, forest green, and an off-white color. It used to be a peach color. The bathroom looked unfinished.
Hurt
Bad dreams suck. I had a dream last night where I was watching a woman with blonde curly hair being taken to an ambulance because she was hurt. I was concerned about her because she was hurt. My husband was there. As they lifted her into the back doors of the ambulance she looked straight into the eyes of my husband and gave him a kiss on the lips that meant she loved him. Of course I was heartbroken in my dream. I woke up crying.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Talk Show
My dream last night was about me being on a talk show called the USWR. Let me give you some background about why I might be dreaming of the USWR. First of all, I'm still in school and there's this thing called the University Skills Writing Requirement that's been bugging me. I feel like I've taken enough English classes, so I'm going to try and take this test so I don't have to take any more English courses. Anyway, for some reason I keep thinking USWR. USWR. USSR. USWR. I'm going to USWR. To the USSR. The home. The home page on the website. OK, I got it, damn it. I went to the school library the other day to set up an appointment to take this writing skills test and the people there are so quick to say, "There's information online and you can go to the homepage and do everything there." No one wants to talk anymore. I don't understand why I couldn't make an appointment face to face. I was right there. Anyway, so yeah. Besides the annoying fact that people generally want NOT to talk to you and they send you away to a website now, I have been visiting the USWR home to get information. USWR looks so much like USSR to me that THAT right there bugs me. Whatever.
Anyhoo, my dream went like this: I was walking up Bush street in San Francisco. It was the evening and I could see the cement sparkling from the street lights. I walked and passed the door to the local television show called USWR. I decided to take a peek inside so I turned the knob to the door and went in.
Inside was a simple room that was decorated top to bottom with white and black furnishings. It reminded me of a checkerboard. It was a talk show about food so the stage was set up like a kitchen. The cabinets were black and the walls were white. And I remember this huge chandelier up at the top that was made of pretty crystals and it was all sparkly. There's about fifteen or twenty people in the audience facing the stage, waiting. They were all dressed in only black and white, too. Business jackets. Trench coats. Leather. Long hair. Short hair. The occasional ponytail. Not sure why I would remember those details, but there you go.
Only two rows of people. It wasn't set up like your typical television show audience. It was like a cafeteria. Definitely not your school cafeteria, but a nice one. Maybe it was more like a bar. Everyone was sitting on these tall bar stools with their elbows on these super white and glossy counters. The bar stools were chrome.
In came these two male twins. They were very good looking and they looked like they worked out in a gym--a lot. In my dream I was searching for the right word in my lexicon and I settled on the word "chiseled." Does that work? Mmmkay, anyway they start prancing their way in as an introduction with white lacy tutus and a wands with silver stars at the end made of sequins. They were half naked and I didn't mind.
They danced to the back of the showroom and stopped with their backs and palms flat against the wall. I guess I stopped looking at their abs because I could see that they had curly, red hair to their shoulders. The attraction disappeared. I guess I don't like curly, red hair even though in real life I don't really mind it. Strange.
Through the same door a swarm of black and yellow bees came marching in following the exact path the twins came in on. Soon the twins were covered in the bees. I guess it was part of their intro because soon the bees flew away leaving no marks on the twins' chiseled bodies. More strangeness. People were clapping and the show began.
That's all folks.
Anyhoo, my dream went like this: I was walking up Bush street in San Francisco. It was the evening and I could see the cement sparkling from the street lights. I walked and passed the door to the local television show called USWR. I decided to take a peek inside so I turned the knob to the door and went in.
Inside was a simple room that was decorated top to bottom with white and black furnishings. It reminded me of a checkerboard. It was a talk show about food so the stage was set up like a kitchen. The cabinets were black and the walls were white. And I remember this huge chandelier up at the top that was made of pretty crystals and it was all sparkly. There's about fifteen or twenty people in the audience facing the stage, waiting. They were all dressed in only black and white, too. Business jackets. Trench coats. Leather. Long hair. Short hair. The occasional ponytail. Not sure why I would remember those details, but there you go.
Only two rows of people. It wasn't set up like your typical television show audience. It was like a cafeteria. Definitely not your school cafeteria, but a nice one. Maybe it was more like a bar. Everyone was sitting on these tall bar stools with their elbows on these super white and glossy counters. The bar stools were chrome.
In came these two male twins. They were very good looking and they looked like they worked out in a gym--a lot. In my dream I was searching for the right word in my lexicon and I settled on the word "chiseled." Does that work? Mmmkay, anyway they start prancing their way in as an introduction with white lacy tutus and a wands with silver stars at the end made of sequins. They were half naked and I didn't mind.
They danced to the back of the showroom and stopped with their backs and palms flat against the wall. I guess I stopped looking at their abs because I could see that they had curly, red hair to their shoulders. The attraction disappeared. I guess I don't like curly, red hair even though in real life I don't really mind it. Strange.
Through the same door a swarm of black and yellow bees came marching in following the exact path the twins came in on. Soon the twins were covered in the bees. I guess it was part of their intro because soon the bees flew away leaving no marks on the twins' chiseled bodies. More strangeness. People were clapping and the show began.
That's all folks.
Monday, February 6, 2012
A Child Was Born
I had an unusual dream last night. I dreamed in fragments of a poem, but with no words. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it was like it was poetry. Each moment could be described in very few words.
I was in the Philippines. I was me as I am now and everyone else was, too. Patches of rusty and worn sheet metal shielded me from the near sun. One of my aunts was having a child. The air was light. It was a beautiful day. I could see the ground and the little stones smoothed over from rain and wear. The ground had been recently hosed down with water. A woman came out and handed the child to me and rushed to take care of my aunt. Something wasn't right. I held the child in my arms. So beautiful and full of life. The child looked the other way. And in my arms, it returned to the earth.
That's pretty much it. The child died in my arms.
I was in the Philippines. I was me as I am now and everyone else was, too. Patches of rusty and worn sheet metal shielded me from the near sun. One of my aunts was having a child. The air was light. It was a beautiful day. I could see the ground and the little stones smoothed over from rain and wear. The ground had been recently hosed down with water. A woman came out and handed the child to me and rushed to take care of my aunt. Something wasn't right. I held the child in my arms. So beautiful and full of life. The child looked the other way. And in my arms, it returned to the earth.
That's pretty much it. The child died in my arms.
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