Record interesting dreams

I don’t often have nightmares but I think my brother’s trouble has pushed me into them. Last night I dreamed I looked at BJ and saw that he had chewed completely through his hide, right down to the bone and organs in some places. I was horrified that I had to put him down and that I let him get so bad.

In another dream, I dreamed I was caretaking two other people whom I needed to give shots.

I was glad to awaken.

It was a sex dream. I haven’t had a sex dream in years. But beneath the sex was some current of relationship dissonance. In one part of my dream I was getting married (yikes) and then not and in a scene shift I’m in bed with this guy (don’t know him) getting it on but emotionally indifferent to him. Next thing I know I’m working at IKEA! Weird, huh?

I am in line at the airport with a little girl who is very cooperative and sweet. She is wondering what it is like to fly on an airplane but is not afraid. She is behaving extremely well for such a little girl and I’m amazed by her willingness.
oct 4.09

We are all playing in front of various computer and television screens. Suddenly the power goes out. It comes back on and as soon as I am up and running again and getting involved in the game, the power goes out again. This happens three times.
sept 30.09

I run over to the greenbelt and you are there running. As you go to the end to turn the corner, I catch up, we make eye contact, smile and say hi to each other. She is there too, wearing bright white, very tight pants and looks fantastic in them. Then you’re not there anymore. You’re gone again, and I leave.
sept 28.09

with several of my colleagues. Somehow, this was “work” rather than a social occasion.

As I was walking down the hall to the theater entrance, I met a pale, pasty-faced young woman with long, lank hair. I realized that she was dead, but I spoke kindly to her anyway. Big mistake. She started following me around, and I realized that I really did not want to hang around the walking dead. I ran into the theater and hurried to get a seat that was not next to the young woman. My division chair sat next to me with a big tub of popcorn, and the dead girl sat on the other side of her and kept trying to get some of the popcorn. I wondered how the dead could eat popcorn, and I could tell my chair was getting irritated. She kept pulling the popcorn away from the dead girl’s reach.

Then I woke up.

That I had 2 flat tires, got into a wreck and was unhurt. Granted, the van needs new tires and I saw a wreck the other day on my normal route to the dogsitter but does this sound like my life, or what?

I had to go back to the lab where I worked for some reason, to see my old boss. I arrive but cannot find him. I walk down familiar halls into unfamiliar offices. There appear to be new buildings. I try one of them and find myself faced with two sets of escalators: one is a regular one that goes at a normal pace and stops at each floor, the other is an express, that goes at twice the rate and only to the top floor. For some reason I pick that one and as I ascend I feel sick, grip the handrails tightly, close my eyes and … wake up.

I have no clue.

I dreamed that I was looking for my classroom and could not find it. I was walking through buildings and halls and was totally lost. Typical beginning of semester stuff.

Then I dreamed that I had a baby to take care of and I was not sure what to do with it. It seemed to be my baby. I had a yellow plastic cube that had a high-chair on one side, diaper storage and disposal on another, and everything you’d need for a baby rolled up in that one cube. I was glad, because I did not want to take up too much space with it. I stuck the cube in the closet and wondered about the appropriateness of that, since I already had one dead baby stored in the closet on a shelf. (Must clean out that closet!) I had the baby sleeping in the room that was attached to the closet. When I went in the morning to tend to it, it spoke to me and said, “I am not happy with myself.” I thought it was a bit young to be having an identity crisis, but then I figured out that its diaper needed changing. I was trying to balance the baby in one hand and get the stuff I needed with the other, and I was being self-critical because I thought I was handling it awkwardly.

This dream has “neglected aspect of myself” written all over it, but I am not sure what the aspect is.

Then a dream a colleague had about me: She dreamed that she came to my house, and that it was a period house that I had restored and decorated according to the period, though she was not sure of the period. It had high windows with three kinds of material on each, one of which was Battenburg lace. The house looked gorgeous. In the dream, Nick was well again.

But last night I dreamed my mother was sitting on my living room floor in her slip and was surrounded by jewelry and jewelry displays that she had arranged. She looked at me and said, “see? this is all I needed. Something to do.”

Mom did have a knack with retail displays, though she never worked in a jewelry store. She didn’t even own a full slip when she died so I don’t know where that came from. I guess I just feel unsettled that I wasn’t able to engage her in some happy pursuit while she was with me.