record my dreams

I have recurring plane crash dreams. I’m almost never in the plane, but I see it going down. In last night’s dream, I was standing in my front yard with a pet duck when I noticed a small plane that seemed to be in distress. I was afraid it was going to crash right into me so I was running to and fro trying to figure out a safe place to hide. The plane managed to land nose-first on the roof of my house for a few moments before getting airborne again and crashing into the back yard. I ran through the house attempting to dial 911. It took several tries because I keep accidentally dialing 9118 (another recurring theme for me). I finally got through as I was going out the back door and described the scene. I looked inside the plane and saw there were three people on board, and the pilot was William Shatner!

(In a creepy coincidence, a small plane went down a few miles from here this afternoon killing the three people on board. I’ve been known to have the occasional intuitive dream, but I hate to have a dream like this show up in real life.)

The last two nights I’ve dreamt about shaving my legs. The first night, I was doing it at my desk and hoping no one would see me. Last night, I was supposed to be taking Audrey swimming, but I left her by the pool while I found a bathroom. I was gone a long time, and when I got back, she was fine, but I was terrified she’d be drowning.

I don’t ever remember dreaming about this before…wonder what it means?

Eric and I were in the living room late one night watching TV. My mom came out of her bedroom and started acting strange. She was saying and doing bizarre things, and I realized she’d lost it (again). I didn’t know what to do…call an ambulance to have her taken away, call one of my uncles for help, wait until morning and see if she was better. Audrey woke up and wanted to play with her so I had to try and keep her away from my mom without causing a scene that might upset either one of them. I decided I needed help from my uncles, but when I got out my phone to call, the keypad was all messed up, and I couldn’t get any of the numbers to come up. I finally got it working, but I realized I didn’t have any of the numbers I needed programmed into my phone.

The dream jumped to the next day, and we had just gotten home (I think from taking my mom to the hospital because she was no longer with us). I saw a cage in the backyard and realized it was filled with three little critters I had as pets: a dwarf hamster, a guinea pig, and a giant rat. I was upset and worried because they weren’t supposed to all be caged together, and they’d been left outside all night. I brought the cage in and opened it. The rat scurried off, and I picked up the guinea pig. It looked slightly injured and seemed cold.

This was the scariest, most disturbing dream I’ve had in a long time.

I was in a classroom with Eric talking about my school work. I noticed that one of the girls was in a bridal gown and long veil so we started contemplating why she would bother coming to class on her wedding day. Her groom walked into the classroom, walked up behind her, and kissed her on the neck.

I needed to talk to my professor who wasn’t in the room so I went looking for her. I found her in a room at the end of a long hallway. The door was closed so I looked in through the glass and saw she was practicing the flute. I didn’t want to bother her, so I walked away. A few minutes later, she caught up with me, and I asked her if she had time to answer a few questions for me. She had me follow her into a bathroom while telling me that she didn’t really have time because of her illness.

I was walking downtown with a tall, skinny, brown-haired girl I was apparently friends with but didn’t even know her name. Our downtown was crawling with strip clubs that were getting ready to open for the night. Lines were forming outside the doors and half-naked women were hanging around outside trying to attract business. My friend worked at one of these clubs and that’s where we were headed. We went into a building and started heading up several flights of stairs. I asked her what the name of her club was and she told me, “Mercado” which was the most exclusive strip club in town. We got to the front door and she went in but a bouncer woman tried to stop me. I told her I was with the girl that had just entered so she called her back over and asked my friend if I’d been drinking. We both told her I hadn’t so the bouncer woman called to some unseen person, “bring me a touch tingler.” This was something like a breathalizer she was going to use to see if I was sober.

Eric and I were taking Audrey over to Ray and Andi’s for an overnight stay. For some reason, a kid I went to high school with, Jason S., was also staying with them and excited about getting a chance to help out with Audrey.

The dream jumped from Ray and Andi’s to work where I was unloading all of the J books onto carts. Jason from high school appeared to help me. We were working away at the books when I heard Eric yelling to me from the end of the row. He said, “look, it’s Jake.” I took a closer look at Jason and saw that it was actually Jake Gyllenhaal (two J.G. dreams in one week…this must be my birthday present from my subconsciou:) Jake and I kept working away and then started kissing. While we were kissing, I looked to the end of the row to see if Eric was still there. He was and was scowling at me.

The dream took another jump to Eric and I riding in a taxi. The wheel was making a strange noise, and I told the driver I thought we had a flat. He pulled over, and we all got out to look at it. Eric was going to start changing it, but I told him I should find Jake to help us. He got disgusted and said, “look over there, there’s your Jake Gyllenhaal.” I looked to where he was pointing and saw a used car dealership with a guy that looked a little like J.G. standing outside. I went up for a closer look and realized the guy I’d been with at the library had been an imposter.

I was in the hall outside my night class talking to my professor trying to figure out what my research project should be. She kept rejecting all of my suggestions, and I was getting frustrated and starting to cry. I finally started begging her to just assign a project to me. She agreed and said there was a packet on a shelf inside the classroom on vegetarianism. I found the packet (which also contained two big cookies) and started reading through it.

I was in a bedroom helping a girl I went to high school with try on clothes. I noticed she kept taking from a pile of sparkly drugs in the middle of her bed. She called it GS2 and told me I should try some. I was tempted but declined. She had me try on a red and white dress with poofy sleeves. She was a lot taller and bigger than I was so the dress was huge on me. I left the room and went into a bathroom. A guy I went to high school with was in the full bathtub completely clothed. He kept slipping under the water and looked like he was on the verge of drowning so I tried to drain the tub. I could hear the water going down the drain, but the water level stayed the same.

I was on a beach with Jake Gyllenhaal. We had dated in the past but hadn’t seen each other for a long time. It was obvious we still had feelings for each other, but he was there with another woman so it was hard for us to find any privacy to talk. He took my hand and said, “come with me.” He started leading me out into the water then moved me around so I was facing him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me. We kept walking further and further out into the ocean and it was getting hard to keep my head above water, but I didn’t care because I was mesmerized looking into his eyes. Other little details that struck me: it was almost dark out and the water was as warm as bath water.

Last night was an active night for dreams, but I’m already starting to lose a lot of them. The one that stood out the most had Eric and I shopping at Dollar Tree. I had a blue bowl in my hand and was looking at some decorative rooster. I made a comment to Eric that they’d probably cost $30 at Target. I noticed a price tag on the bottom which I found odd because everything is supposed to be a dollar, turned it over and saw they wanted $28.99 for it. I looked at the bowl in my hand, and it was marked $2.50. I was shocked and instantly furious. I started running around the store noticing all of the prices. There were lots of Easter things marked in the $2.00 range and a wall of decorations for $.47. I went to find the customer service desk so I could complain and stood there for hours. (I told Eric this dream this morning, and he said he thought it was the lamest dream he’d ever heard!)

In another dream, the library had been remodeled overnight, and I was trying to open the floor. I was crying and crying as I went around trying to figure out where everyting was.