Monday, April 4th
Had a dream yesterday morning that I was in an Egyptian civilization, which was somehow stuck between both the past and future; there were traffic lights along the dirt road, vehicles along with carriages, and my father, the King, was talking to his disciples using a handheld intercom system. My sister was to be married, and had a little girl that she had with her at all times. There was a burial ceremony being held there, with a stone casket and a little casket for the weapons that were used to kill the man (or that the man owned?) I was backed into a stone tower where a guard ogled me and I ran away. At the same time, I seemed to be having a dilemma at my real-life work; these two worlds were somehow intertwined.
Later on my sister and I were stopped on the street by a news van that seemed to be from another, more civilized country, asking about our customs and current state of affairs. One of them showed my sister that they were wearing jeweled high heels, and my sister was immediately taken.
Later on my brother was having a birthday and was upset by his present. I assured him that it was because they loved him. We went into this tent bar where my sisters were; I suddenly realized I had needed to be there on time to see a soothsayer. There was a sign on the wall that said "Knock once and I will know you are here. You must give me 9-11 nail cuttings. Bring along the objects of your current thoughts." I peeled off some nail clippings, and held them tightly in my fist, along with an egg-shaped locket on a necklace and some gold rings that looked like an ankh*. I went to the back where there was a little curtained room, and an iron gate (like the ones that cover store fronts) in an even smaller curtained area within it.
My older brother was in front of me. Then they decided to do a group one with all of us; a sort of film opened up in the curtain where we saw this cave-like hell of bones and stone. Then a KFC commercial started playing, and there was an Egyptian battle being staged with McNuggets. The soothsayer put a heavy crown on both of us, as well as dried papaya/mango. She instructed us to drink ginger ale. There was a small ring (much like one of mine) floating in the air and she took it, asking if she could have it. I said that it was okay, as it seemed the ring had chosen her.
Later on in the dream, I found our exiled father bedridden in an odd modern looking apartment, hidden away behind many rooms and stairs. He was suffering from an STD that he got from another man. My siblings didn't want to help him, but I told them we must, as it was not his choice, and God must have wanted him to be this way. I walked onto a floating staircase in the other room where the set-up looked like a life-size dollhouse. There was a woman nursing a baby, but they looked like dolls. When I asked her a question, she came to life, and told me that she could not go to work because she was busy with the baby. I offered to babysit for her, and had a vision that I almost dropped the baby, as I could not grab a hold of it.
Labels: egypt, family, future, history, nails, pasta, rings
April 22
Last night, or this morning, I had a dream that I was at Longstreet Farm with a little wagon or defunct lawnmower...it was fire engine red. They were setting up two concert stands. I was walking with my nice shoes and tights, and saw that other girls were wearing their pantyhose as well, some with no shoes. I was afraid of getting them dirty. I was wearing my coat, so hoped I would be taken for a worker since I still had my long farm skirt on. I found that there was a harmonica stuck up my sleeve, and I pulled it out but was afraid to play it, as I would draw attention or make people afraid of what I was carrying. I thought about the notes I would play in my mind and fingered the holes, which seemed to be emitting music on their own - I played rather well. I stopped dragging the lawnmower/wagon after I realized it was turning up grass. It had a shoulder strap so I carried it instead.
When I came back to the farmhouse (which was now my house transplanted on the land), I yelled at this platinum blonde haired girl for being mean to my sister. I went into the house, still with wooden planks, and saw the staircase was in the kitchen instead of the living room (other than that, it looked just like my real house before our addition). But it led to a closed ceiling, and I was disappointed because I wanted to go up and see my room.
Also, we passed by my aunt's house on the corner (which has been in many of my passed dreams), and it was being demolished. We were all sad to see it go.
Labels: family, farm, home, house, lawnmower, wagon
- Had a dream that I was at a party and invited Bill Murray. He came. Everyone started playing a grammar game that we both didn't understand.
- Weird cult where they forced kids to have sex; I was running from machine gun fire in a town that was exploded in oatmeal. Later on in the dream I had to have a smack-down ala Street Fighter in this Japanese looking room with another girl. Threw her around like a rag doll.
March 10th
Was holding a baby pig; also was friend with these girls, found out later my mom had seen them dead in the playground, murdered by a pedophile; one of their legs was cut off, and they were stuck together like Siamese twins.
March 12th
Dream where i was in a huge art studio, and we were doing an exercise where i needed to make a summer themed puppet - I found a stuffed cheeseburger and tried to get matching cloth, but it wasn't working; also there was a point where i was friends with Lady Gaga and she was taking a shower in my grandma's old bathroom.
Labels: animals, Bill Murray, family, Lady Gaga, murder
Feb. 14thIs it weird that when I dream, and then recollect those dreams I am reminder of other dreams I've had in the past? Is it because they all conglomerate into one holding place in my mind? Or have I actually had that dream again and just don't remember? Or do things from the dream that night remind me?
This Saturday morning I had a dream that I was looking at fake food in a grocery store (in the clearance section.) There was a lot of breakfast food, and a box that included eggs, waffles and bacon. All of them were made of this sort of gelatinous rubber, and I really wanted to buy some, but wasn't sure when I'd ever use it or where I'd put it.
I went outside to get on the bus to Brooklyn and there was this Jerry Stiller guy there and I found out he had made his sister sleep with him. He was trying to kill her, and then he was trying to kill R and I. We tried to run from his goons into an old church/restaurant boat. They were shooting at us, and I was eating someone's leftover apple pastry.
There was also another dream in which I was part of this Smith family that was dysfunctional; they were pointing out stories they wrote on typed, old paper, which were glued to the ceiling. I tried to have R read them, but he was not interested. One of them was about H, and he found that someone had done an art book on her. I got into a bus trying to go home but ended up going into Staten Island. There was a spot that looked familiar from an old dream, but not where my grandmother lived. Finally we got to her house, but she was very obese and unfamiliar.
Dreamed last night that we got tickets to Italy; also that we were at a party for the Stromberg family (Aunt K had give the tickets to me so that we could all go with my cousin and her boyfriend and my mom). I went upstairs to tell R, who for some reason looked like a 1930s version of Hardy with a little hat. He kept tearing up the rubber from the roof as it rained, and I had to tell him to stop or he would go through the ceiling.
Dreamed yesterday that I was sort of crafting a movie/film of my life - I was at a beach-side place where I encountered Esther and other high school people I knew - I was sort of aloof around them. Also, I had a fight with my mom. I was walking around in a bikini, but when older men started to stare at me I recoiled into my towel.
I walked on a floating wooden board on the sea at one point pretending to show these people something of my movie and then they fell in, with my towel. I was on the shore and people were having a toss game in the pool although half the terrain was covered in snow. I went running after a dog that looked like mine.
Feb. 15
Had a dream that there as some sort of apocalyptic thing happening in a mall-ish place. I was with a group of people, and we were trying not to get caught by ravenous tigers, which were ripping people apart. We finally got into this car and were able to fly away, high above the city, where most people were wandering aimlessly. On the way we picked up a young woman and her child walking on the side of the road. We saw odd buildings (sort of like Brooklyn-esque) and then landed in the water near a cardboard floating house.
We found a better vinyl tent looking toy where we could live inside safe. It was tiny and so were we, for some reason. We used place mats for the floor, and one of our guys stole the hat from a hobo and complained he wasn't sure how he would shave. At the end of the dream, we were going to go on a hike and were worried about leaving our stuff there for looters.
Labels: apocalypse, dog, family, food, travel
Feb. 10th
I don't why I keep having subtly disturbing dreams. This morning, I had a dream that I was depositing a bag of my dog's dead body (with tissues of blood inside) to the funeral parlor. I was getting choked up, even though it seemed to have happened weeks ago. They had me sign some papers and scheduled it for a Sunday in July. I was thinking in my dream that it was a long time to have a dead body lying around, and if they did taxidermy.
I also had some faint dreams of going to India and not really having a good time. I was waiting for a girl to pick me up in a taxi, but had to pay my own way. We went to visit a friend who had a yard with lots of stubbly weeds and ants, which were crawling all over my feet. The scenery looked oddly like what's in my dreams of NYC, although more of a countryside instead. I'm trying to remember more now, but it keeps flickering in and out. I know there's something else that happened, I just can't grasp it right now. Maybe it'll come to me later when I least expect it, which is usually the case.
It also reminds me of another dream I had a few weeks ago, where I was at this thrift shop where all my grandma's old things were being sold. We were trying to buy them back (I don't know if she was still around.) They had an old train car that was furnished to look like the 40s, and there were some of her old clothes, shoes and a wardrobe inside. We were finding her old dresses and rolling up a big carpet or comforter. The first thing I had spotted that was hers was a box that had her name engraved in it, with a picture I recognized on the front.
Labels: ants, death, dog, family, train, travel
Jan. 19-20Unfortunately, that's all I can remember right now. Perhaps the rest will come back to me at some point, when I least expect it.
My sister worked at this amusement part in a seedy area of Keansburg. She had made this 1st person shooter video game and then was showing us around. I saw pictures of her in this newspaper. I was trying to gather them in my hands. Also, my stepfather was Jeff Bridges and he gave me little pieces of paper with the amounts of money he owed me.
In another, there was a salon that was also selling ice cream - people were swarming the place, digging their hands into big bowls of it. One of the hairdressers (a dark skinned, brunette dude) led me to this elevated seat where he (I guess) was giving me a haircut. Then I remember I paid, but I don't think I gave him a good tip. I was still there going through old school papers, and I found an old fortune cookie fortune that said something like "You no snow" which we thought was quite funny. Then they put up a sign in the salon which announced they were requiring a large tip (however, the sign said "5.3333 to 17" or something equally in-cohesive.) They were not letting me leave until I paid, and I was anxiously trying to dig through my wallet for money.
Jan. 22
I was a boy and I was trying to find my way through this department store. I had my little sister with me. There was something I needed to find, so I went to the upstairs portion. However, when I finally reached the top I realized it was an adult novelty store/peep show, so I hastily made my way back down the escalator trying not to provoke attention. Coming out the door, two cast escaped and we were chased by policemen. That cats were scared but we calmed them down.
At another point we were waiting outside and were approached by a bully. Somehow we beat him and hid the evidence in two bags we were carrying, then innocently sauntered away.
The dream after this one was that Ryan and I were a brother and sister duo (that wasn't really brother and sister), and we were in this sort of foster family pretending to be younger than we were because we were really aliens/cyborgs/something not normal. I kept switching between being the main character and seeing that girl from an outside perspective. At one point there was a pelvic exam on top of the hood of the car, which we tried to protest against. Then we were in bed and my dad was tucking us in, and we felt odd since we were being treated like we were 5 or 6 when we felt in our 20s. I walked around and oddly felt as if I was smaller than everyone even though I wasn't. Other children exclaimed "Wow, you're getting so tall." I walked around, crawling a bit, pretending to play the part of a small child. There was a boyfriend of one of the family members who was a suspicious guy.
I explored and saw someone on TV getting angry because his house was made of ice. He kicked in the door and it fell over, cracking a small piece off. Inside this piece of ice was a small diamond that made them rich. I carried this diamond away in my mouth and placed it in a saucer on our end table.
Not sure how this came next, but R was on a conveyor belt net going over a dump. I climbed on and Bill Murray followed. He pointed out that there was a human brain at the green checkpoint ahead. It was small and he picked it up to give to me, so that I could study the human brain better. We went around in a loop (we were slightly worried we would fall.) In the center was a large drill encased in glass.
Suddenly I was the R (male) part of the dream, and I realized that my "sister" and Mr. Murray had gone down into the "C" middle portion of the lot, where they were taking a tour of the drill. I followed them in, and all of sudden there was an alarm: they were evacuating because of an explosion. R (or I) ran through this flash threshold and into this dreamy, neon cavernous world that almost seemed to be upside down. There was fire pouring down like lava. I saw myself turn into an alien of some sort (but really my head just looked like a giant, doughy dumpling, with a big split for a mouth.) A voice informed me this was to ensure I could survive in the environment. I entered another threshold and was inside a futuristic looking department store, with different areas of products being sold. I found Bill Murray, slightly greyed, and the girl as well. But she had aged about 16 years and was now a grown woman, though still possessing child-like manners.
We perused a shelf of beauty products, where I found a glittery lip balm. We took it along with us and urged Bill to follow. We exited the threshold and were back to "reality", only older now. We also realized that we were being followed by a robot that looked like IG-88. Bill expressed his disdain - he had known that this was going to happen.
I'm not really sure what happened next - what the string of events actually was. I know at some point in the dream I was walking in Prague towards my old apartment in Nusle. I had just passed the corner where I had waited for the tram and was wondering if it was the right place. I figured I might as well move forward and see if things looked familiar. The homes looked like slightly upscale brownstones.
Labels: aliens, animals, Bill Murray, diamond, family, Jeff Bridges, money, prague
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
Morning of October. 14, 2010
Had a dream I was staying with my cousin and aunt (who also happened to be R's mom.....awkward.) They had been getting their internet unplugged randomly by some guy in a grey sweatshirt. It was October, and I was having this vision of my sister dancing with her bf in a ballroom with zero gravity, and their thoughts and feelings were trapped in this glass ball with little skull-headed people swinging on swings. The thoughts flew around it like pollen.
Someone farted, exploded a rocket that then broke the glass and these thoughts and feelings escaped. Then I realized I was painting a really weird portrait of myself and that my face was getting warty and gross.
When I woke up a bit I realized I had the face of a cadaverous monster and there was another had atop mine. Two more showed up, and these hung behind me like hair. I freaked out, but R came in and started comforting me, as I was crying. I couldn't close my mouth and I was drooling. He gave me an injection of some sort and then we walked out into civilization.
Suddenly we were at a bar, and I was a make cadaverous monster dressed in a white beaded dress, trying to be an undercover investigator. The bouncer obviously was put off by my looks and told me that the person i was looking for had left so i should too (trying to feign politeness) And I said "well I guess I'm better off without him!" and continued on. I passed by this group of hip hop girls and started dancing with them, but I remember it was hard walking in high heels, my legs were spread apart and I couldn't close them. My dancing was all over the place, on the ground etc.
Then R picked me up and we fled on a motorcycle as people shot at us. We took refuge in this house where a nice Japanese man lived. He had these cute little dogs. One was shaved. We watched as he ate it. Then we realized that he had turned all these people he knew into what they had wanted to be: a girl into a fairy princess, etc. He turned on me and I was back to normal (as a man?!) We were back at the house; I wanted to scare the dude away that kept turning off their internet. But I was a normal girl again, but there were some scars on me. It turns out my aunt (his mom) had made me a monster for a Halloween prank. I was pissed, and told Ryan she was a bitch.
They invited us down and said they were moving. They told Ryan to check the antiques in the basement downstairs because there was audio of a pirate torturing. We found some dogs and seals carved out of wood, and he left. It was an antique store, with furniture and other things. There was an old bureau that I thought I remembered opening with as a kid, but it was emptied and at the bottom it said "Casanova" in old lettering.
People started coming in from the street to take everything cause they were waiting to be hauled away. I got upset and tried to blow air at everyone to get them to stop, telling them they were thieves. There were two old women stealing clothes for local thrift shops, and I was trying to keep them from leaving with any. Before I woke up, I really wanted to look through them myself.
Labels: antiques, dog, family, halloween, monster
May 3, 2010
In backyard of NJ home with family. My brother was back there eating some homemade pastry cake. Further along in the dream, I was waking up inside the house and realizing that there was a guy posing as my dad with long hair who was getting us ready for school/work. He didn't know how to do anything, including pouring cereal, so I called him out as an imposter and tried beating him up. I slammed him against the wall a couple of times as if he were an old coat and it seems like he was dead. We attempted to hand cuff him, but he broke free.
The next morning Ryan and I woke up to our current apartment and found out there was a bomb threat made in the Daily News on our building. It would detonate when we called the contact "Hazel" in our phone. We frantically ran downstairs, scaring everyone in the building. I called the bomb squad after my mom had instructed me over the phone (eerily calm by the way) to get in touch with them. They told me if it was just an electrical problem I would be charged $35,000.00 and I started to cry. They got there, and when they searched the place, there was indeed a bomb inside.
Labels: apartment, bomb, brooklyn, family, food, nyc
Friday, April 30, 2010Honestly, all I remember are bits and pieces of other bits and pieces. And mood. Ever have those dreams that just have a certain atmosphere that if you were to be given a subtle keyword or image of in the future would definitely bring you back to a certain dream that can only be visualized abstractly?
In a Costco-like place, seeing all my family there walking around looking at different things to buy. My aunt had her car stolen. I walked around NY and had this indescribable feeling of things being a part of a diorama, slightly stylized....
Labels: abstract, atmosphere, costco, family, mood, nyc
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
