March 20th
Had a dream that I was applying for another study abroad with NYU, and I was sort of going in and out of it and being MIA from my job - in my absence they hired Tina Fey, so I felt a little better. In this new place where I was sort of in a different country but not really, I was trying to buy food in the cafeteria and there was a huge line, where people kept cutting. It went over hedges and on rocks, until we finally got a measly place where I grabbed some weird gummy candies, chicken strips and such. There were also some donuts and rugelach that looked like crumbs in a bag. They sold reusable plates. Elyse was also there. In the souvenir shop I asked my dad to get me a huge stuffed pizza that glowed in the dark and had a smiley face. I was picking up all these leftover things from people's old rooms, like Sailor Moon cards and small plastic food boxes. I couldn't believe that I hadn't picked them up when I was still in the dorm alone. The people that had remodeled the dorms said it was hard as they found so much, like an old TV covered in dust. But there were some places with holes where they found gold and money that was hidden; they used it to buy a $300 Sega. I thought it was odd that someone could get their hands on gold in the first place.
I went to a huge auditorium where they introduced teachers, one of which was an expert on the macabre. I had $500 of bills and coins in my hands the whole time - I also found some crackers and asked if anyone wanted some. At one point I went over to this guy's desk to apply - he was flirting with some guy on the phone who was handling billing. I went through all the documents but didn't have my W2s. I also was missing some important essays, and he urged me to write in different languages about my experiences. The auditorium was an old library, and the librarian was away. We found some old books and a bunch of German wooden puppets. I told him I would fax over the documents right away. Justin Timberlake also happened to be there. I was worried that trying to go to this study abroad thing with R just being on vacation would be too much, and I was also worried I wouldn't get accepted in.
Labels: europe, food, money, paperwork, travel, work
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
