Just a note for future posts: I have used only first letters in all names mentioned in my dream records so that subjects remain anonymous. After all, this ain't no gossip site!

What this site IS for is me - and occasionally, if others are moved to do so, an open forum for contemplation on the themes that seem to arise in my dreams (and the dreams of others.) I love hearing about other people's dreams and love sharing my crazy ones with those who might them find them as useful fodder for conversations in which one must try to appear interesting. ^_^

One more note: I'm usually pretty good about remembering dreams in full, detail and in turn, recording them in prose. If I am in a hurry and just want to get the dream down before I forget, I write down key actions or nouns to expand upon later. In the case of these older ones, it's a bit more difficult to do so. You may have to put up with a bunch of seemingly unrelated phrases and words. Eh makes it more fun.

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

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