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I had this dream where I was around this big crowd of people. It was almost like the blacktop of a playground. There were children and adults everywhere doing various things but nobody really seemed in a hurry.

There was a rather informal school being held although with the atmosphere being so easy going the kids probably weren’t working too hard. I stayed outside and joined a group that was dancing. I was hesitant at first to dance but once I got a bit of courage running through me I thought of how it was almost like skipping. I don’t remember much as to the style of dance but I think it was some Latin dance.

We had fun. We were planning on dancing at some function and were practicing as my dream edged towards a close.

It’s one of those dreams where you’re living in a new house. As we walked through the house everything seemed perfect…enough rooms for everybody mixed with a a warm feeling as if the walls were emitting this pure happiness.

The walls were an orange color not the color of orange peels but more like the color of pumpkins. I think orange is a very great color for the inside of a house although not everyone will or has to agree with me.

I’ve dreamed of houses a lot lately…

Each house has something new about it.
1) The orange walled house
2) The house with many people in it that had patch jobs & might have needed some work but reminded me of family because of how big it was & how many friends were surrounding us. It was a house that had been lived in and we were trying to bring in a whole community to live in this house/apartment.
3)The real old tiny house that we held a party in. I was rather antisocial and ill feeling during that dream but I loved the old styled house that was smack in the middle of a big field or park. I wasn’t so much a drinking party as it was one of those let’s spend the night dancing and wake up to breakfast with friends.

The only part of my dream I remember was someone handing me a stack of books. When I opened them I realized they were all about sign language.

I wonder if this is my subconscious giving me an encouraging nudge in the direction of taking college level ASL classes.

I’ve yet to choose this years classes so I might very well end up taking that class although I know I should take Spanish first because Spanish is the money maker as much as I hate to admit it.

I often dream about people trying to kill me in a genocide. Exterminating a race of people I belong too. Like the Holocaust. Selection and so on.. it’s frightening.

I dreamed last night that I was trying to cross the border through Iraq.

I also dreamed that I went to Mexico and the seas were littered, and there was a little grey, statue like, but alive , Buddha smoking a joint with a bigger Buddha patting his back like he were burping him. The smaller Buddha coughed out smoked and wheezed on the Mexican shore.

I was out on a boat with friends. We were celebrating freedom and breaking our barriers, running away from every day life, much like the mom in the dream before.

It was night time and my friends and I all smoked a joint, and they began jumping off the side of the boat into the moon reflected, calm water of the ocean.

Down below there were small rowboats with gorgeous men on them waiting for us. My friends each choose a boat and climbed on with a man. They were lovely tanned, dark, Italian looking men with long, shoulder length, brown, wavy hair and bit brown eyes. They looked suave, but were sort of rough around the edges, and sexy, ready to run away with us and start anew.

My friends and the men sat in the boats below beckoning me to jump in. But I was scared to jump in, I yelled down “I’ll sink!”. They reassured me and I dived into the depths..

and sank right to the bottom of the deep, deep sea.

In my dream I was waiting with a little boy at the day camp I work at for his mother. He told me his mother had run away to Nepal. His dad showed up, who has left the family a long time ago and might hurt him.I held the boy in my arms keeping him away from the man. My bosses and the man tried to rip him away and wouldn’t let me explain that this man wasn’t part the of the family.

In the next part of the dream I went traveling to find his mother. She was getting into new countries by marrying over and over. And I couldn’t bring her back.

I was playing catch with this old man using apples. Each time someone caught the apple they’d take a bite out of it before tossing it back. We continued to do this until all we had left was an apple core.

In my dream I was attending and contributing to an all day event. It was a market. There were rows of vegetables you could pick yourself, and lots of tables run by villagers. There were lovely cherry pies with golden, criss cross tops, BREADS (homeade breads appear so frequently in my dreams lately), and other goodies. Agian I was on some sort of drug and was trying to walk around and buy things but I had lost all cordination. There was a very scary, colorful, poisen looking spider running through all the stands and I was running around trying to catch it.

I keep having drug dreams even though I don’t do drugs.
I had one the other day where I was suppositely on E, and all my functions were messed up. I felt like I was floating, had blackouts in my sight, and I was seeing things. I love those dreams though, I feel so lovely, and light and the whole thing feels so magical..

Other dreams lately are my mom going crazy and getting angry. It’s always her, it’s odd.

Does anyone else dream of vampires being around? I’ve never dreamed of actually being the vampire…it’s always been me meeting vampires in my dreams.

I had a dream once where I was on a bus (supposedly on the way home) and I met the eyes of a vampire who upon spotting him smiled at me. He tapped his fangs twice with a finger in a mock salute. For some reason I copied him without really thinking about it.

All the other dreams involving vampires are usually the whole blood sucking bit. It’s like you forget you have a voice in your dream as they take what they want before leaving you shaking and scared. That for me is one of the few dreams I consider nightmares because I usually wake up after them.