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My name is Tara Rose. I am a writer/producer in Brooklyn, NY. I often have very lucid, epic dreams, which I enjoy pondering & sharing with others.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Traveler's Anxiety (March, 20th 2011)
Ever since I've finalized plans to visit Europe again in May, it's been on my mind constantly. That's why the following dream didn't surprise me very much. My previous experiences with study abroad, and the nostalgic memories it holds must have played a part in my current worries and anticipations for a short and sweet vacation.

Leave it to me to have slightly anxiety-ridden dreams about paperwork.
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.

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Thursday, May 13, 2010
Chasing the Llama (May 12, 2010)
Here's some interesting symbolism from this morning's allergy-ridden (attempted) slumber:
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.

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Thursday, April 1, 2010
Mah Spaghetti Purse (April 1, 2010)
Lots of things happened in my dream last night....people from work showed up, there was an overflowing bathtub, an iPhone app video game presentation of a famous actor playing a mad scientist, and even some deja-vu from a dream I've had in the past (this happens very often.)

But the one important thing that should be taken from this, is that I had a purse made of spaghetti and tomato sauce. It was like a hobo bag, and as you would imagine, very hard to grip. I didn't want to wear it cause it would stain my clothes.

So I took a bite out of it.

Yeah.....so that happened.
(Perhaps my mind was playing an April Fools trick on me? ^.^)

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