record my dreams

I dreamed that I was smoking a cigarette on a train. It may have been a band trip somewhere? but we were taking a train. Then I got in trouble when it started to smell like smoke and two cops came by and told me to put it away. I think that in the dream I knew that what I was doing was disgusting, but I wanted to or had to try it anyway. I woke up mad at myself.

Another dream involved a neighborhood (presumably mine, though it didn’t look like anywhere in real life), and at one point I was walking behind a little girl and a big French poodle. Girl and poodle matched in their poufiness. The dream also involved waking up early, or being woken up early, perhaps by relatives, and then I actually woke up to the sound of my alarm and felt that it was much to early.

Last night I dreamed that I almost got in trouble because a cop found the lid of a keg with my handwriting on it, and what he thought was a bag of pot taped to the underside of it. However, I informed him that not only was I of legal age to possess a keg, but also that the bag in question was, in fact, a teabag.

I didn’t even know who that was until reading Wikipedia. But now I realize that he wrote Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which I added to my “to-read” list last night. Still, weird. It was like a young D.H. Lawrence, and I was either dating him or hardcore flirting with him – in any case, I was following him around some building. I can vaguely picture the setting but not much else…except trying to tell my mother a story about hooking up with JC on a beach. What?! Ah, just remembered another scene: gathered around a big interactive map on the wall…of Asia? India was involved, and some other place – Malaysia, maybe? Details are hazy.

I was standing at a lecturn in front of a hall full of people, expected to read a poem out loud. I started to read, but noticed the letters on the page were printed backwards, and not only that, but it was written using an alphabet I’d never seen before. I did my best to decipher the poem, but the words came out of my mouth staggered and hesitant. Unable to explain my difficulty to the audience, I was sure they thought I was hesitating due to nerves, causing me great embarrassment.

Being unable to read letters is something which in the past has triggered lucidity in my dreams, but this time I just accepted the fact they weren’t legible.

My dream self is becoming dumber.

I had a dream that I was surrounded by dead people and whilst panicking at this gruesome sight, a snake pounced on me from behind and bit me on my back. I gradually lost feeling in all of my limbs, one by one. Eventually, I slipped away into unconsciousness and died. Upon dying, I woke up.

so this one had a few different spurs on it…

- hospital/fabyan pkwy./library
- northwest corner lot by the ? – wooded hillside overlooking the river… water feature.
- java man

OK, so let’s see what I can salvage here… I know I spent some time with a group of mostly women getting to know some of them. I want to say we were waiting for the guys who were all together to return (from lowe’s maybe?) and although we weren’t really connected kind of got thrown together. But we really clicked and had a great time. I am associating it with Delnor but the building I’m seeing is the stone public library in batavia – but it was further north on the river.

Then there was a small group of us on a hillside – seemed like it was fairly steep, wooded and overlooking the fox river. I don’t remember seeing the river from where we were but I know we were right above it on the west bank. In fact, where we were there isn’t a hillside like that but anyway, we were on this hillside and I want to say we were part of a gardening group or something working on a project to improve the plantings on this hillside. I’m not sure if it was community property or what… Well, actually the people felt more like family – maybe me and my grown kids or something. Java man was there. There was this huge water fountain – about 18” by 30” tall made of SOLID GRANITE. It was in no way something a single person would try to pick up alone or without equipment and certainly not on a steep, damp hillside but the coffee slurper was nonetheless moving it for me from a spot higher up on the hill to a little seating area we had created. I suppose this relates to the fact that all weekend JW was moving shit here and there for me, basically doing my bidding without too much complaining. He’s a freaking drafthorse. Anyway, in the dream it was this other character and he wasn’t exactly mine but he really was. And he was moving this crazy fountain for me (did I mention it was full of water?) ok, maybe not the smartest guy in the dream but he had some strength. Actually, now it occurs to me the memorable part about his moving it in the dream was I remember thinking watching him move it that he was using some masterful control of qi or something to keep his feet planted, to keep his grip on the smooth surface of the fountain, and to be able to even freaking pick it up! Definitely an act of love from my dream lover. At that point he felt like he had been my husband for at least ten or twenty years but we didn’t seem 60 years old either. Maybe we were 50-ish but then the timing wouldn’t be right. No accounting for time in a dream. Not subject to the same rules of premeasured linear accounting is it. Anyway, he loved me. He moved a fountain for me.

I don’t know if it was the storms or caffeine too late but god I don’t feel like I slept at all – not exactly nightmares but just wild dreams all night. ugh. I think there were cousins and different girlfriends from facebook in my dreams but it was like we were on the run or scavenger hunting all night… (my man godfrey?) and it was exhausting and stressful. I’m listening to Alison Krauss sing ‘i will’ on ‘now that I’ve found you’ and it’s bumming me out in a major way. I am rrreally jonesin’ for someone right now and am not having fun with that feeling. Honestly, I kind of feel like crying just to get it off my chest but I can’t quite give in to it since it’s not real anyway… I was setting off flares right and left wearing a flashing red light & carrying neon warning signs (which were on fire) so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised with what happened. With what didn’t happen… so why do I feel like I was just dumped?! ET: “ouch.”

I had a dream that I was talking to and becoming best friends with Lindsay Lohan.
She was wearing some kind of plaid button down shirt and we were talking in a bedroom. She was really interested in me for some reason… lol

last night i had a dream that my ex boyfriend was a vampire & he was mad at me so he pretended to call someone & they were gonna come kill me or something but it was just a joke to scare me i guess. but then some vampires were really tryna come kill me& so this boy idk who he was took me away to hide, & we were climbing up this moutain. and then we went to this restrant/party thing. but then the vampires that were tryna kill me were there & so we had so jump off the balchony. but he had wings (big black wings)so we were flying down & we went over a lake/river really close to the water. & then we were flying really high & he was holding me close & i wanted to tell him i loved him but then i woke up…

I was travelling with a friend (Dave Cain, must be specific cause I know a few Davids) and for some reason we were sharing a hotel room, and as bedtime drew near, I put the moves on him. He hesitated just a second, like “Julie, wtf…” but then he must have inwardly shrugged and decided not to look a gift nude girl in the mouth.