Some of these are just snippets of visions, but I doubt they made sense to begin with anyway:

Sunday, April 18
Old, creepy coastal town: giant squirrel passing by, people stranded on rocky islands off the beach showing their sailboat sails; woman asks me to be in reunion for "Home Improvement" sitcom for the guy that plays Tim Allen's dad (she calls me over saying "You're pretty, you can be in this"...or something); the dude arrives on a boat giving gifts, and one says "Tara" on it..I see that she has a website that; the woman has a website with erotic art of really droopy looking women with odd pin-shaped boobs...one woman has a toaster as a crotch? in her crotch?...

Wonder what the psychology behind THAT one was....

Monday, April 19
Dreamed that I was pregnant and ready to give birth; no one was going to tell my dad until it actually happened in case it didn't; we were looking up baby names and I was getting scared as I was not ready to have a baby, realizing it would be the end of my life; also was driving to this long walkway park that had some obstacles to get through and ended up in a courtyard that had jumbo cellphone being charged all around the perimeter..instead of bushes. This is where I ordered some tank tops. They later arrived and my mom was angry because they showed too much cleavage.

Then I woke and realized I had overslept.

Labels: baby, boat, island, parents, pregnant, toaster

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Honestly, I must have reminded myself three times this morning of what I had exactly dreamed about last night, but I've forgotten half once again. I think the stress of getting to work and then the onslaught of mayhem to follow has been slowly pushing all of my dream memories into places I can't access consciously. Stupid brain.

I've been having numerous dreams throughout the night; each time I wake up, my mind resets itself to dream up something else. This makes it a lot harder to remember them. I would write them down before I forget if I wasn't a lazy, grumpy not-morning person who can't even walk to the bathroom in a straight line upon first getting up.

Discipline is needed.

March 1st
- visiting farm with some weird art performance where a guy dressed like Hitler dances with a pig decorated with swastikas

- stopped on a camping spot in a pretty spring forest where I saw a bunch of baby animals that had been born; there was a family of foxes that looked at us, and I described them as having the faces of children and fuzzy wisps of fur

- visited an arcade as Robin Williams' daughter and ordered chinese, where I kept finding broke utensils in my food; tried (and failed) at stealing someone's quarters....there were also some weird coins with cameo like designs on them

- realized that there was an apartment open above ours...went and investigated and found that it was gigantic and looked out to the water with castle-like buildings in BG. the kitchen was airy and big (modern looking), there were four bedrooms: one was european looking with a slanted ceiling and four paned window, one had its own bathroom; i was talking to the people who lived there to see if Ryan and our two roommates (?) could move in at some point; then my uncle J and G hyrbid started yelling about the government and money and saying we couldn't stay, so we fought and I ran back to tell Ryan we needed to get the apt ASAP

Labels: animals, arcade, baby, birth, dance, food, hitler, money, nazi, pig, spring

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Here is one from the other day; I kept it simple and to the point, since...well, that's what I remembered:

Feb. 2010 - words of wisdom with Conan O'Brien in the subway; he let Ryan and I live in his place for awhile

Trains seem to come up a lot in my dreams; especially crazy ones that have no rails or boundaries and glide slowly, as if in slow motion.

Last Week 2010
- working at staples, reminiscing about the copiers, moved the break room so it's really ugly now

- had a baby, but dropped it on it's head, every time i went to pick it up it was just a socklike piece of cloth and then it would bubble up at the top to turn back into a babys head, anxiety in thinking i had killed it or would drop it again

And here are some older ones:

End of 2009
- saw old movie with me as little girl, happy moment with parents...found out guy who has it lives above uncles' old bar (where we were going to live)...he invites me there to see all the old stuff we left behind (moms shoes, dads report with a pic of him skinny and without a shirt), old clothes and games..he also has weird places in the apt that are like an exhibit of old broken metal chairs and tables...then i leave and I'm suddenly a man, and the guy shoots me

- in my house which had been remodeled in other dreams, now is old and decrepit with secret rooms (one with an astronomical society) and old wood; mom had two more babies, one named kelsey who is actually like a 6 yr old but in baby form; i find out while on vacation that i am pregnant, can't drink alcohol but do by accident at party cousins throw for me; David Lynch is there and he says he has handwriting just like me

- at work they hire new ppl like [people from elementary & high school]; I decide to dress in leather next day, but I forget about a posting for something that night before I leave, but I find out that this is because I am a mistress of the night and find myself with these fantasy beings that model themselves after hostess cakes (a bunch of people in black and white leather/plastic that are dressed like me, weird float creatures)

Labels: baby, childhood, conan, hostess, lynch, staples

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