Things have been hazy this passed week, to say the least. I'm lucky I remember anything at all.

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

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I had to repeat these dreams to myself multiple times this morning in the shower to keep from them slipping away from my memory. They kept flickering in and out of my mind. Luckily, I had the bright idea to write down keywords to help me keep them in mind for when I actually wrote them down.

I had three different ones last night/this morning!

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

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