write down my dreams

Irrumatio.

Reading this will mess up your brain.

I dreamt that I was in New York visiting a friend and I was at a busstop on a bust street waiting on my friend finishing work so she could come get me. I was in the middle of texting her to let her know I was there when an old woman started talking to me. I can’t remember what she was saying but at one point her and another girl were like ‘Oh, your accent! it’s nice. Go on – say something else!’ [and they had the uber cool New york accents which I love] so I was like ‘Err. okay. I am a little green elf.’ [seriously. That’s what I said.] then they were all ‘Oh yeay! Cool accent!’ and started tallking to me about something else. Then my phone started ringing so I hurried out of the bus stop to answer it and it was my mum. She asked me where I was and I said I was in New York and she said ‘What? Already? I thought you were coming home first!’ and I said no, that I went there straight from work. Then I got annoyed and said ‘What, you want me to fly home, go see you to say goodbye, and then fly back here again?’ and she said yes. So then I said ‘Oh. FINE! ALRIGHT! I’ll go changemy ticket’ So THEN I want to the airport which was right across the street [handy] and first tried to call my friend from a phonebooth to tell her I was going home but the phone wouldn’t take my British money so I gave up on that and went inside to see about getting my ticket changed.

I went up to the desk bit and the girl who served me was this hawt indian girl who looked like she was about to fall asleep and before I could tell her what I wanted she started telling me about her exams and how hard she was studying and stuff. Also, there was a little bowl of makeup samples [like tiny littke lipstick things and tiny little tubs of eyeshadow] which I just helped myself to. Then the girl was all ‘Oh! I love this colour!’ and started showing me all the different colours.

I think eventually I got my ticket changed but I can’t remember any more than that. There was apart of my dream were I was at work and there was some big problem or ssomething like that. OH I REMEMBER MORE!!

My alcoholic neighbour invited me and a friend of mine to some club I had never been to before and I said yes. I don’t know why. The club was weird. It was like this big, tall, narrow building where the bar was rightthere when you walked in and after you got your drinks you went downstairs [way, way down] to where the dancefloor and seats and stuff were. I kept ordering shots, like four or five at a time, and the friend I was there with got drunk really quickly and ended up just sitting in the corner almost sleeping. I got quiet drunk and kept almost flirting with my alcoholic neigbour. I danced a lot, and I had on a tight, shiny gold dress [like with a million little gold discs sewn onto it to make it shiny] with thich black tights, AND my hair was big. I was basically a Scene Queen but I looked fucking awesome. It was a weird dream.

Told you I have weird, messed up dreams.

x

I have the best more weirdest dreams ever. Every time i tell my dad about a dream I’ve had during the night he replies with ‘you should write a book about them’. So I’m gonna start writing them here, so other people can see how weird they are =]

After work and shoveling today, I took a much needed nap. I love naps, I love nap dreams, and I love waking up, looking at the clock and thinking I overslept for work. It makes me laugh at myself when I realize its still the afternoon.
So todays nap dream was a weird replay of my last two days of work rolled together and sprinkled with the sweet taste of random that so loves to flavor my dreams.
I was at work and just about everyone was there. Work was in the city though instead of where it really is. It also wasn’t really in a building, it was in a big square that definitely doesn’t exist in Philadelphia, and looked more European but it did have elements of City Hall. (This is probably because Phil and Ash from my work want to go downtown one day this week and I was thinking about it.) So everyone from the bakery was standing on the south side of the square and everything was covered in snow. Loukas suddenly remembered he had to catch a flight and ran off (which is true he was going to Texas this morning.) Then we all talked about how there was no way he was getting a flight in this weather. Phil said he knew a trick to find out if it was going to snow or rain, and he asked me what way was north, so then he stood with his back to the north and put one finger up and told us it was going to rain. I said it didn’t seem like it was going to rain and right as I did the sun rose up from behind a building like it was just coming up even though it should have already been out. We all started laughing but then it started to pour and we started laughing harder. The rain was blowing all over in every direction, so we decided to leave.
We went inside (which was like a series of hallways along the edges of the square.) Then I didn’t work for WFM anymore, I worked for Sam Merlotte from the Sookie Stackhouse books. People kept giving me notices that Sam needed to pay rent or liquor taxes and weird things like that. Ash was still with me and we kept walking. We found these two guys making candy canes and pulled sugar ribbons. The one guy took out these really teeny tiny pulled sugar tulips, and gave us each one.

Thats all I remember.

I can’t remember everything in order, I just have fragments left over. There was one part when I was running up this path in the woods with a few other women and we were trying to get away from something. We came out to a small landing and it was a cliff overlooking water. We all knew we had to jump and some people did, but I couldn’t. I was having an anxiety attack. I didn’t know how deep it was and I was afraid I wouldn’t come back up.

I don’t really have anything elaborate or specific to record. I’ve had two dreams recently though about going to talk to my old boss. This is because she screwed up my taxes and I need to go talk to the IRS. Also, the last two nights I’ve been on the master cleanse and every night I dream that I forget and eat something. In my dream last night, I ate a brownie.

A few months ago, I had a dream about my friend, Kelly, who died 6 years ago. I was going through a lot at the time and I had a particularly hard day when I had the dream. I tend not to share my feelings with people and I really needed someone to talk to but I was so closed off.

In the dream, Kelly was as old as she would be now. She was in college and I went to see her to talk about what was going on with me. I can’t even begin to explain the sense to calm and comfort I had while I was talking to her. We were really close, closer than we had been when she was alive. She listened to everything I had to say, she was so mature and wise. It felt good to know I was able to open up to someone like that. I can’t even begin to explain all the feelings I had during the dream or after. It was really intense for me. Her apartment had this really cozy feeling. It was cold, maybe even snowy out in the dream. Her place was warm and inviting. Her furniture was all antique looking and mismatched but somehow all fit together. I remember a dark wooden china cabinet and there was a green chair with one of those doily things on the top…which is kind of amusing to me, but I loved it. There was a big bay window and all the panes were frosty and I could see the bare trees outside.
When I talked about the dream the next day, I was pretty upset. I was wondering if we would be friends like that if she were still alive. I thought about everything she never got to do. I know her mom would want to hear about the dream, but I know it would be bittersweet for her like it is for me. I want to live a really full life for her, for everything she never got to do. I think 43 things is helping me with that.

Thanks for the dream, Kel.

I’m not sure if I want to do this anymore. I’ve been having bad dreams and trouble sleeping (last night, it took me over an hour and a half to fall asleep, and I dreamt that NetFlix was after me because I didn’t return my discs and they were trying to kill me, and I don’t even have an account with them anymore), and I don’t know if partially waking up to scribble something half-legible in my designated dream notebook is really such a good idea, especially on a work night. I find writing down a dream causes me to wake up again throughout the night and I don’t like that.

I’m leaving this goal in my list for now, but I’m not going to actively work on it until I start feeling better. I do have a few dreams in my notebook from a few months ago and they were pretty interesting.

have this weird habit of coming true (some of them.) And I find myself feeling like I am experiencing Deja-vu sometimes. So if I write them down, I can go back to what I wrote, and say, “Ah-ha! I did dream that!” I remember usually and all, but I just wanna be sure.

Dreams are fascinating to me and the fact that my dreams are always very odd and unexpected makes me want to write them down and dissect them later on even more.