record my dreams

I had a dream last night that Max bit a cat and killed it. Well, that’s how it looked at first. I started examining the clues and found that the blood on his face was his own (I apparently had a lab) and that the cat was actually bitten by a rattle snake.

The dream kept me guessing the whole time. I’m not used to having my dreams turn into mystery novels where I am Encyclopedia Brown or similar.

At the south end of an old fashioned mainstreet, there was a door with a speak easy peep hole in it. I walked up to the door, knocked, and was allowed into this sunken night club. I walked down the steps and into the table filled, but people empty room. I walked purposefully through the room to the back wall. There was a tiny door on the left side of the wall. I crawled throuh and was in this swinging, shagadellic room. It was green, had all sorts of interesting, mod light fixtures, shag carpet and pillows.

Nothing really happened, but it was a cool space…

I dreamt I was Hermione and that somehow I misplaced my wand. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Someone told me to go buy a new one but I reminded them that Ollivander had disappeared.

Yes, really.

Last night I was having a wedding at a fancy Jamaican hotel (but not the one I went to my brother’s wedding at). I had to wear my bridesmaid’s dress from his wedding (ugh). Apparently the groomsmen decided it would be funny to get me high before the ceremony, so I was given some special muffins which I (unknowing of their content) ate.

I was then so famished I left the wedding to raid the shelves of a local gourmet grocery/Kmart. I filled my basket, checked out and went to go back to the car. I almost was hit by a white semi truck, but made it across the street.

I dreamt I was at an airport (or the like) and was in line to get coffee. The line was so long that they had seating that snaked through the lobby. I was seated next to a slim, creepy guy who was trying to grope me. On the other side was a really handsome, dark haired man who was chatting me up. I was wrapped up in the conversation with handsome man and then realized creepy guy was still groping me. I turned and told creepy guy to back off and that he would be minus some very valuable things if he kept it up. I turned back to handsome man to talk some more (since in my dream I was single). We talked for another minute or two when creepy guy was back at it. Handsome man realized what was going on and threatened to take the guy outside. Creepy guy got up and ran. Handsome man looked into my eyes and said “Now…where were we”

Suddenly, this student I know was there beside him saying they had dated since high school! I was having trouble figuring this out because he was my age and she is at least 12 years younger. I realized that dreamy, handsome man had been her teacher. Ugh.

Fortunatley in real life I can pick ‘em much better than that…

Last night I had a dream that I was at a movie theater. I was sitting off to the left and watching the crowd before the movie started. Suddenly, there was a scream. The woman in the center of the front row was turning to yell at the woman sitting behind her. I wasn’t sure what all the kerfuffle was about, but the result was that the woman in the front row had an arrow sticking out of the right side of her head. You couldn’t see the other end, so I knew it was lodged somewhere in her brain. None of the people she was with seemed to care or be concerned. I kind of looked to see if any of them would help her, but no one did, nor did anyone in the full theatre. I got up and went over to her. I asked her if it hurt and she indicated she had no idea what I was talking about. I explained that she shouldn’t panic, but she has an arrow sticking out of her head. She shouldn’t touch it, but should come with me and we will call 911 and get her help. I found a phone at the back of the theater and made the call. In the meantime, the woman wandered off into the lobby. I couldn’t get through to 911, so I hung up and tried again. As I was calling the 4th time, the woman wandered back in, arrow in hand, blood running down her face. I said “I told you not to bother it!!” She said it just fell out. I was skeptical, but didn’t say anything. Then, as I was getting through to 911, I saw her collapse on a bench. Then I woke up.

Last night I had a dream that I got my hair cut off. This is the 3rd or 4th night in a row I’ve had the same dream. It isn’t traumatic or bad or anything, it’s just a matter of fact kind of thing.

All in all, I prefer this to the aliens.

I was in a cabin in Wisconsin for a retreat. The rest of the crew was a motley combination of workmates, friends and strangers. I don’t reacall the purpose or direction of the sessions, but I think it was some sort of cult orientation.

Yes, cult orientation.

I managed to sneak out, only to receive a cell phone call from a coworker who had been at the camp. She was yelling at me that I should come back, I would be lost, everything would fall apart in my life. I hung up and kept walking.

Last night was another alien attack story. This time we were about to go into the restored theatre in downtown when these black images emerged from the hazy twilight. They began destroying everything in their path. We ran for home, since it was close and locked ourselves in.

We apparently lived in a small townhouse, one that was too crowded for the two of us. The next segment of my dream was a bombardment of informtation. These aliens looked different from any others. People were calling them water aliens because they turned into puddles of what appeared to be water when killed. Two girls told us the story of saving their sleeping parents from a patrol that wandered into their house. A neighbor was heading to the hills to hook up with resistance fighters. The city was divided into zones. The aliens had agreed not to kill us all right then, but in order to control the population, they had established a strict curfew for each zone. We were all allowed out for 2 hour blocks of time, but never at the same time as an adjacent zone. Infractions resulted in your house and the houses on your side of the street to be destroyed, occupants and all.

Prior to the attacks, I had gone grocery shopping. For some reason, I had purchased vastly more than I needed. Lots of beans and nuts and eggs and canned veggies and fruit. I soon began hearing knocks on the door. Friends and family streamed in, knowing for some reason that our house was a safe one. I knew it was true, but still don’t know why.

It became clear that we would need even more food. I began to create a grocery list. Every morning we would need 4 dozen eggs, 2 lbs of bacon, 2 boxes of pancake mix… The totals began to astonish me. And then I realized that would be if I was entertaining. We could buy that much, but we would NEED to make it last much longer. At the grocery store, there were patrols to prevent looting. We would have to send a manifest of who was in our household so that we did not buy more than we needed—they frowned upon hording. But I began to think of ways we could gather food so that we wouldn’t have to go out.

Things were calm and orderly right now, but they would be changing soon. Humans would begin to crack under the strain and there would be more deaths. The best course of action was to hunker down as long as possible in hopes that this would all be over soon.

I finished up the extensive list, quickly added coloring books and jump ropes for the kids (and adults). I went to find someone to go in my place. For some reason, I knew it would be disasterous for me to be seen on the street. Still, no idea why.

Then I woke up. Ray said he could tell I had been having alien dreams because whenever I do, I move really quickly when shifting positions, but I am a statue the rest of the time.

Last night I dreamt of aliens again. This time they were blasting houses down my street one by one.

I keep dreaming of them. It’s been happening since childhood. I remembered some of my dreams from when I was around 7 this weekend. Floating out the window, sleep paralysis, waking up terrified. I had forgotten for so long…

I hope they stop soon.