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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.
Hence, this blog.

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Monday, December 13, 2010
Bubbled Bunnies Go Pop (December 10-12th, 2010)
I had been looking forward to sleep this weekend, but apparently my brain decided that it wasn't time to rest. On Sunday I slept till 2:30pm (a common habit of mine nowadays), and it seems my dreams got even more lucid and weirder the longer I tossed and turned, my alarm buzzing intermittently.

Here is a look at the weekend through my mind's unconscious eye.
Wonder what it's trying to tell me....
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.

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