Last Week Of January
Had a dream I was in college with my brother and eating in the cafeteria. I felt odd coming back, and then realized i had already graduated. Aunt Diane took my food by accident. Some girl lit her trash on fire and got arrested; the cop put it out by driving over it with his car. Then she was screamed at by her mother for doing something so stupid. There was also a room where people were gathering to watch a movie - mattresses were everywhere, including in the little nooks of the high ceiling loft.
Also had a dream that I wanted to make an art studio and also put together a fashion piece.
Labels: cafeteria, childhood, college, fire
Friday, Dec 10th
- Dream about ships and boats; animals having to be loaded onto them
- I ran away around the corner from my old house to a person's yard which had a zoo - along the fence there were rabbits, lizards, etc.. One rabbit had the three points of death on his paw. When I walked inside I saw a sting ray tank and indoor amusement park rides. i went around to the back bathroom and used their plush lawn as a hideout place.
Saturday, Dec. 11th.
Victorian era: i was in a class outdoors on an Alice in Wonderland book and the teacher wanted us to write an essay on it - i was the only one who wrote a negative one so he decided to publish it. However my purse (the one I have in real life) I deposited in a canvas tarp with a preserved shark and it was taken away in a horse and buggy. During the fair at the same location the next day we were walking over a little bridge above mud and my white headphones were sticking out. I pulled them out and found my purse among garbage. We alerted the police who waived the fee (after a series of weird electronic store commercials) and then I logged online to see a blogger whom I would be swapping with. she was in film as well, and her links were exactly like mine.
Sunday, Dec. 12th
Was going to my high school for a reunion; to celebrate we were graduating all over again for some reason. I was wearing an emerald evening gown and was sort of proud to be seen looking older and more put together. No one really recognized me. My aunt talked to me on the way in and said she was proud i had beat cancer (?); I told her she had me mixed up with someone else and was a bit pissed that she could make such a mistake. I walked into this big auditorium where everyone was sitting in folding chairs and saw a few of my old friends. I had a huge cheeseburger that I shared with E. I walked over to get some soda, but it spilled on my dress a bit and I had to wipe it with soap and water from the bar server.
Then we started lining up outside for the procession and I climbed into a bed nearby (my old bed?) and found a dead bug (looked like a cockroach but I couldn't be sure.) They were moving ahead so I ran to catch up and found that R had surprised me by coming. I hugged him as I was so happy to have him there, then play punched him as we moved up. We had to crawl through this gold-lined window vortex and lost some of the people we were with.
When we walked out of it, we were in a small theater and I was carrying a bazooka. I turned around and said "Hi" to Sir James Earl Jones, who was sitting, smiling in the seats by himself. We walked out to a bunch of people having a party and a policeman that looked like Kevin James in a mustache. He led us into a room where Amy Sedaris was doing testing on mice. They were in little plastic bubbles and were fed Pop Tarts. There were also tiny bunnies in tiny plastic globes that would pop out and spark mutiny with the other bubbled bunnies at any given moment. Amy ate one of them like a popcorn.
Labels: amy sedaris, animals, childhood, family, food, james earl jones, school
April 13, 2010
I was chasing a llama and her basket of multicolored eggs down my old block. It wouldn't let me get near them, it kept butting me, so i took a stick and used it to fish the backet towards me, then ran away with the eggs. Later, I ate them whole, shells and all. They put it on tv, me running after the llama, for the news' "Two Thumbs Up" segment.
Next I was at work, where someone's Nintendo DS had the word "flot" (as if they were trying to write "flood" but were too retarded.) A girl was stuffing blown balloons down her bra as a makeshift push-up. I ended up sitting at the wrong computer twice, and also started talking about our different types of conference calls with another employee. Later I tried grabbing a healthy water that had odd flavors.
Also had dream that dad was trying to sabotage our garage sale at our neighbors with a piece of construction demolition equipment.
Labels: animals, childhood, eggs, work
Wednesday, March 31, 2010I'm usually not squeamish when it comes to disgusting things, but that cat puke was nasty, and I felt myself getting sick to my stomach. What can this cat puke mean?
At home in Jersey; dad brought home these odd cow/deer/dog looking things (they were cute, with fuzzy muzzles). First they slept next to all of us in bed, but I was afraid they might attack me so I got up. We let them go outside to do their business.
Next I had a dream that I was reenacting the film "World's Greatest Dad" (even though I only know the story from other sources; I've never seen it.) His kid had a Jew-fro and wrote with crayon all over the floor as he was a dunce. I was the teenage daughter who upon going into the bathroom to see if dad was still brushing his teeth, found my creative director from work doing a terrible impression of Robin Williams and a cow under the table. I walked in and we watched a cat spin around in a fan outside the window. It promptly puked chunks all over the floor, which I then had to clean up.
Labels: animals, childhood, puke, robin williams
February 2009
Ever have a dream that at the time seems like a great idea for a movie, and then on second though hours later you realize how stupid that idea was? Well, this is one of those instances.
The dream started with me having one of the nostalgic, super-8-like moments of remembering an instance in your childhood. I was riding a bike and mom was playing with me outside. We were racing through a forest of tall trees, and as they were going by I could see my mom slicing through the air with a sharp object as if the air itself were made of plastic panes.
It was such a happy moment, and at the time seemed to make so much sense and deliver so much emotion, that the next scene seemed brilliant in juxtaposition: towards the end of the film, in a moment of sadness, I (or the character) would be walking through this forest in the rain, thwacking against the panes of plastic morosely.
It seemed so poignant at the time I dreamed it, and I was convinced that I should make it into an actual film; upon closer examination, I have no idea what the hell I was thinking.
Labels: bike, childhood, dreams, film
March 12, 2010
- On Harmony Rd with Ryan and others talking about an alien encounter; also saw an injured fox crossing the road; met with my aunt and uncle on Salisbury, waiting for my parents to join us (was Harrison Ford here again?)
- Went to a party that my cousin was throwing for a friend int his warehouse looking beer joint in NJ; however, first the phone caught on fire, then someone tried to cook something and the stove went on fire. we pulled the fire alarm, and we all fled; i had my yellow leather purse and almost took one that looked just like it. outside looked like my old neighborhood behind us on Ravatt Rd; the people I was with disappeared underground. Suddenly I was a entrapped by an inner GPS system that would only let me look at things from above. I was in a car trying to get home, but it kept picking me up and dropping me into odd roads. It places me in the middle of nowhere and I had to hold my breath and go underwater, to see my neighborhood amidst watery muck as I tried to navigate through it before I lost my breath.
- Ryan and I were on the Q subway; a guy sat next to me and we were fighting as he was saying that I was taking up to much room; we were watching a movie with gratuitous violence...Sarah Silverman locked in a house while a killer tried axing his way though...she was clutching a stuffed bunny and hiding under the floorboards; then we saw the outside where the police were, and some crazy woman came out with a chainsaw and sliced halfway through a guy's head; fake looking red clear guts came out; later I realized this was a Tarantino movie .
Labels: animals, chainsaw, childhood, film, fire, fox, harrison ford, home, murder, Sarah Silverman, Tarantino, underwater
Feb. 2010 - words of wisdom with Conan O'Brien in the subway; he let Ryan and I live in his place for awhileTrains 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 2010And here are some older ones:
- 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
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
Feb. 9, 2010 - had a dream i was in charge of doing nomination notes for oscars, and i had to do so for avatar. as i started watching the film i found myself in it. the story went as follows: ppl went into a weird capsule to record journal thoughts aloud, then it switched into a gym mode where you could play ball and exercise. the balls went haywire at one point on this guy, and the government realized that in order to keep it from malfunctioning you had to keep all your garbage and junk. this would eventually turn to dust however and be dangerous to humans. we went into a spacecraft and traveled forwards into the future by accident. we were in the same city but all the humans had perished (frozen in dust).
we found a few people still alive being transported to another planet for safety, but only 42 could go at a time. so we pretended to have different names and accents and met the government people. meanwhile, i found out that the movie tickets when peeled open became medical insurance cards with my dad's company name "Orange" on it. He decided to investigate as we laid low. We encountered a hospital worker who was freaking out as she was asked to treat a child because her children didn't have insurance. There was some creepy sick child imagery I kept seeing as she refused to help them. Don't remember much after that.
Also had a dream that I was walking around Italy with my family and we were walking somewhere and a car passed by. He said "Winona you ever got a ride in a car before?" He believed I was Winona Ryder. So we went with it, and my family played along. We ran up to him casually. I introduced my mom and pop, my aunt Addie, and my brother Tin King. (For some reason we were all hick-looking). I shook hands with the kid and his father and asked him what movie of mine he loved best. He said "The Gladiator". I said " I don't think that's one of mine, but that's O.K."
We piled into the backseat squished as I texted friends telling them i needed more Winona facts to keep the lie going. I also wondered if I should tell the kid to keep his mouth shut so he didn't start any gossip that got to the real Winona (I felt I owed her that much.)At the end of the dream we decided to ditch them while pretending to go to the water fountain.
Feb 9, 2010 - I was in a toy store (a deja vu from a previous dream I've had in the past) picking out toy dinosaurs with my family and remembering where everything was the last time: play food, plastic hamburgers, a shelf with some wood slats and some other pen thing. there was a group of 80s looking people on the floor watching something, i joined them. later on in the dream, R and I needed to buy a condom, but didnt want to arouse suspicion, so we decided to buy something else as well. for some reason we picked a $100 japanese scroll. at the register i changed my mind and got a harriet beecher stowe diary reprint, which also had diaries by other famous women in it.
the toy store then turned deserted and i had to hide from a willem defoe-type villian. I climbed a shelf and hid there. when he spotted me i jumped down and bounced from aisle top to aisle top like a samurai. i stabbed him with some dark sword and squeezed lemon juice on his wounds. i then went to the parking lot to try and stop his minion. he rode a horse, so i tried to spook it at every turn, getting him away from the entrance. finally he got into an oil tanker and rammed into a car leaking gasoline and it exploded.
Labels: animals, avatar, childhood, family, film, horse, murder, winona
sailorzortian: well this one is harder to remember
sailorzortian: cause my family was in it
sailorzortian: and we went back and forth from my house to this other house in the middle of nowhere
sailorzortian: there wasnt much of a flow most of the time
sailorzortian: but there never is in dreams i guess
sailorzortian: in it, we have a cornfield, and we live under the roots of trees, because the world ended or its deserted or something
sailorzortian: but this is all going on as a little game me and my sister are playing with a train we ride in my house
sailorzortian: but anyway, in this "town" my family and i are doing our thing, and we end up riding makeshift cars, and we run into another that has our lost baby trapped inside and this blonde woman
sailorzortian: and we try to apprehend her, and we get the baby, and then this king comes by and i grab the key he has, and we're kinda tossing it back and forth trying to get it ourselves
sailorzortian: so then some time passes, and the wind knocks down everyone else's crops and such
sailorzortian: and then we're watching this movie and i want to invite this guy i like inside (who has a goattee) but my dad says no because he looks at his eyes and sees he's been smoking weed, and tells me he wins poker that way
sailorzortian: so he goes away, and im mad
sailorzortian: and then later on more ppl come to our village, and my grandma lets this pregnant woman sleep in our home
sailorzortian: and other villagers come
sailorzortian: and there's something weird going on
sailorzortian: so i go inside the hardware store and these ghost girls are looking for me, and i can disappear for some reason
sailorzortian: and i go upstairs and the guy i like is telling me not to tell anyone because he's made a deal with these ghost/ghouls
sailorzortian: and they're all around
sailorzortian: and i try to ring a bell to notify ppl but he stops me
sailorzortian: and this head nearby starts chanting "its true, tara, its true"
sailorzortian: and then i realize the place is haunted, and people start closing their houses when they see skeletons hanging out of the attic windows
sailorzortian: and then we all get together at this market
sailorzortian: and these two old guys are stirring milk and wondering what to do about the ghosts
sailorzortian: and one goes into this bathroom to poop, and the other figures it out to put this stuff in the milk to ward them away
sailorzortian: and everyone comes in and cheers and the guy who was in the bathroom comes back and takes a sip and we all wait quietly and anxiously
sailorzortian: and he says he cant even tell its in the milk
sailorzortian: and we cheer some more
sailorzortian: and then the ghosts get angry and start to attack, and i see the guy i like with a knife coming at me
sailorzortian: i dodge him and kick his friend in the jaw
sailorzortian: then i retrieve the knife and slice him on the chest and let him go, yelling at him and being sad
sailorzortian: so then i realize we can call the king guy to help us and i gather the townspeople together and tell them my idea, but when i ask who will do it, they all back away
sailorzortian: i choose this dog on a leash as a volunteer and he wimpers
sailorzortian: and then they tell me i should go
sailorzortian: and all push me forward
sailorzortian: and then i have to go
sailorzortian: so for some reason its me and my sister in my living room driving this tot size train
sailorzortian: and we go and we get to this intersection where we've stopped
sailorzortian: and a bunch of cars are coming, like a whole line of em
sailorzortian: and inside them, i see they have these antique dolls from their ancestors
sailorzortian: and the dolls start coming alive and marching out of the boxes and they have to run over all of them cause its the spirits and ghosts you know
sailorzortian: and then i remember my grandma saying that it was a version of a really good cartoon, when im back at home on the train, but i know it was part of a bigger "movie"
sailorzortian: and then my sister parks the train and i wake up
sailorzortian: it was a weird dream
Labels: animals, childhood, dog, family, film, ghosts, key, king, milk, murder, train
Morning of March 22, 2008
Here is how the dream started (or so I remember...): I was running down our street with Lili and some other people, and we were being bombarded by footballs. We were covering our heads and trying not to get hit. When we to home we told mom that it was some guy, and she wanted to find him and reprimand him, but i was afraid because he was kind of weird, and i thought he would try to do something rash. he drove by in a hess truck and we all scattered. he gave us a really weird look. from there, we were visiting H who lived in aunt P and uncle A’s old house. she was telling us about the spaceship on her roof, and had this little robot dog thing that was kind of cute. then we were hanging up clothes when aunt P and uncle A really did show up. at some point in the dream i was at an apartment building and showing cell phone videos of me floating/flying to cousin M, and then on the apartment roof there was a guy who was really happy that he had found out how to ricochet tennis balls off of the wall as they shot out of the cannon thing.
then i was caught up in the corleone family: there was a kid who was sitting next to these two guys, pulled out a gun and shot them. they were trying to figure out who it was. he was this other family’s kid. he was lost in the amount of people going by. i was one of the sisters, and he was trying to get me and my sister to go to his party, and i suppose he was expecting one of us to be his wife. i think at some point he mentioned that she was one who would be great to sleep with, and i would be great to spend life with. i scoffed at his advances. we were all going into this truck, but we had to make sure this little dog stayed in it. then we all got in. we drove to this store where these weird antiques were sold by an aunt. i was looking at them and getting a weird feeling when this guy said something and i turned around and it was christian bale. he said he was just a servant, and walked away. i couldnt find him again. we all ran back into the truck just in time. then we all scattered.
i went into this house that had an eerie feeling. turned out it was where we were all going to enter the underworld (in other words die). cerberus, the dog, followed us in, and started eating some of the people, then he came to our room, and commanded us to put our heads on the ground under this bone rack so he could slit our throats. i was crying and afraid, because he had to shove these needle gloves in us to keep us from squirming. one of his minions felt bad so he tried to help me shove them in. apparently then I died without going through that torture, and I followed the rest of these dead people into this door which led to a bunch of rooms. one with disappearing walls/stairs i had to climb over, then to this mirror and an elevator. the people in the elevator told me where to go. it opened up to this arcade room, with games and other dead people. it was really busy. little imaginary ghouls kept clutching my legs and crotch and chest, and wouldnt let go. i saw I there and we did this weird dance mimicking a tv show people were watching, i was having an okay time until i saw that there was this warehouse where you could go and see old photographs of yourself from when you were alive. it was arranged by date. for some reason, i wanted to go to 1961 to find my mom, but i ended up looking for mine. a lot of them were just wooden frames, from the middle ages. when i came open my box, it was a note i had written my mom with a zort drawn on it, and a discarded (looked like a hard drive) box where i had written stuff, including members of my family. it got me so nostalgic that i started crying and i spent all my time looking for more, cause i wanted to see if i could save them before they went in the garbage. then i took a shower, and when i came out, everyone was gone.
i had stayed in too long and now i was lost. i had no clothes; i was just wearing a towel. i saw other dead people walking around like homeless people without clothes. all i could do was try to marry someone so i would be taken care of. i stumbled upon this guy (looked like a famous comedian) who had been reincarnated into an elk, and he thought i had been reincarnated into a cow. he ordered a bunch of food, like bugs, which i had to eat. then barney rubble and betty rubble came over (only in live action form) as if we were the flinstones. suddenly i was aware that i looked like geena davis ala beetlejuice, and that i would turn into wilma flinstone. everyone was trying to get into the arcade/ballroom part of the dead people again, and so i followed them trying to get in. we stayed in the light and so they couldnt go after us. then this kabuki/harajuku/lolita looking woman with a miniature doll/girl with her said we had to see osama bin laden. i told him to come to us instead.
osama turned out to be a george clooney look-alike. he gave us these huge fountain pens (more like large statue-like pen things) and some weird colored ink, and said we had to write the word “armageddon.” i guessed that he was trying to figure out who we used to be by our handwritng. people who couldnt or didnt write would start spouting ink everywhere on their bodies. (some people were also spelling it wrong) i wrote mine in yellow (not red) and almost immediately it started to disappear. i thought i was a goner. george/osama came up to me and recognized me from the corleone time: i cant tell if he was the evil guy or not, or if i was supposed to be his wife/gf or sister, but he recognized me and revealed this outfit he had on. it was latticed tights, with grandma underpants and this black jacket top with embroidered pearls. (very circus looking) he embraced me, and i was instantly wearing the same outfit. he gave me lace parasol and we started singing and dancing. i was feeling quite exhilarated and dancing and prancing (even flying) everywhere. then i jumped and flew through an open door just before it closed on him.
i was then in this office type settting. i tried to blend in immediately by pretending to be part of the office. i could here amy poehler and another snl guy saying the news: it was a broadcast station. i went to this girl jennifer’s desk and became her for a day. she had a computer screen where there were letters and pictures of her blind child. the people in the office made fun of me. the guy next to me had to make this radio show with funny caricatures of past presidents like clinton and bush. i put on these headphones that were oddly shaped and when he asked me what i was doing, i said they were a new design. then i went to this other computer screen and each time i pressed the button it would get closer and closer until i couldnt stop it.
then i was walking with the guy and we saw the big boss, who looked like some old actor dude that i cant remember now. he was blonde and had a beard and was slightly overweight. i started cracking jokes and he started to like me. especially when i made fun of this woman and her baby. we ended up kissing and sleeping together in this pool of water, when i came out in a towel these gay guys whistled and i was known as his mistress. all of a sudden i was in this bulky dress and had gloves, and then lost them.. i walked around the studio trying to find them and everyone was wearing these blankets. they were being marketed as the warmest blankets ever, and for that they had turned off all the heat. i found the boss huddled under a cardboard box and joined him. then i was off trying to find gloves again. i was looking in all these drawers with these other girls and could have easily taken any but i was looking for certain ones. i was having trouble so i yelled “macaroni” and this door appeared with this small guy with a moustache who i presumed to be god. he brought me into a steaming bathroom with a sauna, sinks, a huge shower, and a large bed with a comforter with people watching tv in it, but he said they all had a virus. so i left.
then i went to these other drawers where the bossess stuff was all laid out from his home. there were odd pieces and animal bones, and when i looked in the drawers, i saw fresh vegetables like celery and lettuce. then i knew i had to go to him again. i went and found the boss doing a newscast, and when he saw me he stopped talking, and we embraced, and i did this weird dance things and kicked up my legs, and we went at it with everyone around us (it was quite odd, like a musical) and then a baby appeared. ours. the baby kept annoying him during his newscast, but i thought it would be good for ratings so i just left it at that. the baby was crying and crawling near him, and i just looked on proud. then he started breast feeding the baby on camera and they fired him and hired a new guy.
i wanted him to keep me so we went back to his cubicle/office place where i tried to seduce him. there was this black whore waiting for him, and i threw her against the wall and started kicking the shit out of her and calling her a bitch, only in the end i was only kicking the wall itself. for the rest of the dream, it was as if i was behaving in this drunken stupor. i pressed a button and the room had these signs that asked what kind of bed i wanted to pop up. at first i wanted the twin bed, but then it said for only 40 dollars more i could get the large size so i did that. we got on the bed and i promised him i could find where bin laden was, because i was related to him. i took off all my clothes and seduced him in front of these huge windows, then started to get ready for the mission.
i put on a wig with short, straight black hair, pasted a “Tara” on my sweatshirt to signify who i was, and wore it off my shoulder, and threw on some tights and some really high kinky boots. i was sort of this madonna-esque diva. i walked into this office where R and some other people i knew were going to help me plan this party, and i basically acted like a diva. (i was also anxiously wondering if R was having the same dream i was at the very same moment, like we were participating in the same dream, and hopefully talk about it in the morning)
i walked through the room like madonna and sang lyrics to her songs. then we put on this music dance show. i danced to this song “bend it like beckham,” although i hardly knew the words. i could hardly dance either because of the klunky boots, and a music video was playing in the background with weird anime scenes of a geisha near a sunset. jimmy fallon was there to dance in the background with ribbon and lace, and i kept pointing out that he was there. my back up dancers were wearing black leather hot pants and white teeshirts and were famous actresses who had played blonde bombshells before.
i left in a grand fashion and in the hallway started tearing off about five or six pairs of different tights i had on. then i went to the boss’ room, dropped of the tights (cause i wanted to save them to wear later when i woke up-i wouldnt let the other girls get them) and tried to look for this scientology talisman he had. he came in and said i would never find it, then proceeded to call the police on me. i was finding all sort of religious paraphernalia pins, but not that one. i was getting worried and drew a picture of his small dick on the white board to annoy him. then we found it and tiptoed out to our secret hideout right next door while he was still one the phone.
i hooked up the talisman to the super computer, and something big and cataclysmic was supposed to happen when it was done loading. meanwhile. i noticed that there were some free DVD’s being given away and i hoarded them. then i heard A calling me and asking if i knew how the tv shows were going, and i said i had been drunk and didnt know anything. he said that wasnt an excuse and i should have signed my name and what was accomplished at the end of the night, because they needed to spend enough money of the budget to get a meeting with this “big network guy” on monday. i felt as if i was going to lose my job, as i was trying to talk with him, and then I woke up.
Labels: childhood, death, family, murder
Aug 5, 2007 - This past weekend I finally started having dreams that I could remember again. In the first one, I was in New York or some city, and I was in a “band” for some reason with M. He was hanging out with N a lot, so I was getting pretty pissed off. But then, when I confronted him about it, he said that he never stopped thinking about me and didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t know if I felt the same way. Then he said he really felt like we had a connection. So we left the place and ran around trying to sleep together somewhere, even trying the street. We were caught by B, and he was really angry that we ditched the band so we had to be apart for awhile. The rest of the dream was me looking back on how we first met (in a kiddie pool????) with me in a bathing suit. We were at this house where a woman was trying to poison her children with cake and I was trying to kill her. There was for some reason a company picnic going on then.
The next was one in which I was at a pool with a bunch of people. At some point in the dream I got to this class where there are French people, and I have teach them about reading menus. They are amazed that Americans have so much to choose from. Then this person leaves a block of drugs and me and this other group of people know we have to smuggle it out. I’m really angry that I have to do this, and I realize that my "boyfriend" is the one who set me up.....N. We get to this place where he’s on a computer. It resembles his face, but its different, but I know its him. I get so angry I go after him and start beating him up for betraying me and making me do it.
I also had a dream where I was riding the Staten Island Ferry and I was almost going crazy, sleeping with different people and not knowing where to turn. I was trying to get into this museum, but I wasn't allowed. Then Prof found my diaries and he published them in a book, and even crashed Paris Hilton’s birthday party to announce it t the whole town. I couldn't wait to tell my family that i had been published; it was like i was meant to do it all my life, and I felt this immense satisfaction. i needed to get back the original book though, cause it was given to me by J, and he had written a note on the back cover.
The next dream wasn't as sad. I had a dream that I was at this kid S from kindergarten's house, and he was grown up a little. I was trying to remember the place from when I actually went there, and I went around the yard to look at all the places we stood and talked and stuff. I couldn’t find any carvings from when we were there, but there were lots from other people. M was there in towel, and they had made the place up since I’d been there. I was sad because it seems like he hadn't remembered me, his first “crush.” Every other girl had their name up there. It wasn't sad though. It was pretty nice to remember it.
Labels: 2007, childhood, dream, ferry, food, murder, staten island
Sept., 1 2007 - Dream about being in Jurassic Park; also about going back to a graduation/reunion at my high school/college/middle school, and talking about doing a biography. Telling everyone to laugh at my jokes. Didn't like my outfit (an 80's poof dress with poofy sleeves).
Sept., 4 2007 - Epic about being on this caravan with a bunch of people. The [rich guy?] gets drunk and dies; then we have to go on, tracking the woman who killed him and tried to kill others. We go on a journey to find her.
Labels: 2007, animals, caravan, childhood, clothing, dream, jurassic park, money, murder, template, test
