I was a foster mother in this dream, which is something that I think I might want to do with my life because I've known a lot of fantastic foster children and parents over the years, including some of my near and dear foster family members.
My foster children were three or four girls, including one who never showed her face and never spoke. She had been abused and for reasons unknown, there were some assassins who were out to get her. They had killed her previous foster mother.
I assumed that there was something wrong with her face, but the foster girl eventually began showing her face and it was normal looking. Eventually, when she felt safe around me and the other girls, she began to speak, too.
However, the assassins were still out to get her, so we were never safe. Bad guys kept popping up in the most random places, and the whole middle of the dream was a series of close calls.
We were in a grocery store when one of the close calls happened, and on the way out I saw Corey from the dream two nights ago. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt and khakis. (Just like he was wearing at rehearsal yesterday.) I stopped to say Hello to him and for some reason decided to poke him in the stomach, but I poked something hard plastic under his shirt instead.
He got annoyed and explained that he has colitis. (People with colitis sometimes have to use colostomy bags.) I don't know why my brain put this in my dream. Maybe I'm worried about getting colitis and having a bag of poop connected to me.
My foster girl finally seemed safe, it had been a few years since an attack. My girls and I were loading up our truck to go somewhere, and a younger-looking man whom we all trusted was helping us. I was finally okay with leaving my foster girl alone with another person for short periods of time because it didn't seem like anyone would be trying to kill her anymore.
However, as soon as I let her and the young man out of my sight, he kidnapped her, threw her in the truck and drove off. I followed frantically, but with no idea how to save my girl without getting myself killed.
I followed them to a clearing in the woods. He had her tied up and was going to light a fire nearby.
I ran into the clearing with my friend Josh, Jillian Michaels, and my band director Batch. The young man wouldn't release my girl and threatened to kill us and her if we didn't leave the area.
I left to protect my foster girl, and Josh and Jillian, who had just wandered in by accident, left with me. Batch appeared to leave also, but in reality he snuck behind a little grove of trees and pulled out a handgun.
When the young man went to light a fire near the grove, Batch popped up and shot him.
With that, my little family was reunited and we lived happily ever after.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
So Handsome.
I'm in a college marching band, and I have a wee bit of a crush on the drum major. His name is Corey. We do this thing when he gets up on the podium where we go "Corey! Corey! Corey! Corey!" a bunch of times in really high pitched voices and when he gets to the top we all sigh and some of the girls go "SO handsome!" or "SO sexy!"
Which is true.
And he was in my dream last night, along with a mysterious red-head with whom I had a brief romance.
Corey was in a movie that was made of a popular children's book. He already kind of looks like Michael C. Hall, but he looked even more like him in the dream with a little bit of Sean Maher thrown in. Olivia Wilde was also in the movie. 
All I remember about the movie are some vague details, and one specific scene.
There was something with cartoon-looking birds in the beginning, but the part with Corey was when he was on some sort of adventure and leaped/fell off of these tall train tracks and landed directly in front of Olivia Wilde. It was a romantic moment because they turned out to be soulmates and that was how they met.
Then there was this tall, broad-shouldered red-headed curly-haired man whom I was in a relationship with after meeting only days before. It was NOT my friend Joey, a tall curly-haired ginger as well, because he was actually also in the dream.
The red-head and I were cuddling at some sort of concert. He had his arm around my waist, and it felt wonderful.
Which is true.
And he was in my dream last night, along with a mysterious red-head with whom I had a brief romance.
Corey was in a movie that was made of a popular children's book. He already kind of looks like Michael C. Hall, but he looked even more like him in the dream with a little bit of Sean Maher thrown in. Olivia Wilde was also in the movie. 
All I remember about the movie are some vague details, and one specific scene.
There was something with cartoon-looking birds in the beginning, but the part with Corey was when he was on some sort of adventure and leaped/fell off of these tall train tracks and landed directly in front of Olivia Wilde. It was a romantic moment because they turned out to be soulmates and that was how they met.
Then there was this tall, broad-shouldered red-headed curly-haired man whom I was in a relationship with after meeting only days before. It was NOT my friend Joey, a tall curly-haired ginger as well, because he was actually also in the dream.
The red-head and I were cuddling at some sort of concert. He had his arm around my waist, and it felt wonderful.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Several uncomfortable situations and one awesome situation all wrapped up in one beast of a stress dream.
I'm leaving for college tomorrow. Thus, I had a really crazy dream last night and it's probably going to take me all day to type because I'm super distracted but it had a few amazing parts in it so here goes...
The amazing part was right near the beginning. The general idea of the dream was that I was at school, attending different classes and weird things were happening in each of them. However, I started out the dream as Robin from How I Met Your Mother before turning back into myself and going to school.
We were filming a scene between Robin, Ted, and Barney (Again, it is obvious that I watch far too much television) and Barney was trying to seduce me. After Ted and Barney were done playing a practical joke on someone that I can't remember clearly, Barney left and I, on a whim, decided to run after him.
This is the amazing part where Neil Patrick Harris and I kiss. (See how my mind made that loophole? He's gay but he HAD to kiss me because it was a t.v. show! I'm a genius, I tell you.)
I was still Robin and I was finally going to give in and make out with Barney. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of a strip mall in my town that contains the movie theater, if any readers are familiar. (I forgot, no one reads this.)
So Neil Patrick Harris and I kissed several times. It was awesome, but then at the end I laughed and said something that made him laugh, so we messed up the very end of our kiss, but the director said he could still use it so I didn't get to do another take. But I got to kiss Neil Patrick Harris! Even though it was in my subconscious!
NOW the school part started. I went to school and to my first class, which was band. We still had Mr. R as our teacher, (he left a few years ago) and it was a younger year for me because a girl I know, Sarah, who was in my flute section, was still at school even though she's two years older.
In band class we watched a movie with Sarah in it. She's not really the acting kind of person, but she was actually really good in the movie, although she made us fast-forward through some embarrassing parts.
After band, I couldn't figure out which class I had next. I got out my schedule, but I hadn't written the class names down, I had written random sentences that were somehow supposed to tell me which class it was, but I had completely forgotten what I had been thinking when I wrote them and so they were completely useless.
At this point I need to give some background info. In real life, I have a lot of issues that mostly spring from my fairly severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. (I'm not just saying I'm OCD because I like things to be clean, I actually have OCD and it's a huge part of my life, unfortunately.) I constantly wonder why me, why was I born with it?
In my dream, I answered my question with a fabricated event that apparently happened to my dream self. I drowned.
I don't know however many years ago it was in the dream, but I had drowned and then been brought back to life, but had suffered some mild brain damage in the process because of the lack of oxygen to my brain. The result of that was hypersensitive hearing, severe anxiety, and all of my other OCD symptoms. Somehow this made people feel more sorry for me and be more understanding than they do in real life where I'm just born with a weird brain.
Now that you know this, I had continued on to what I dazedly thought was my next class, and found my mother and my female math teacher making glasses of iced tea in the classroom, and no one else was there.
My mom figured I was probably lost and let me stay there with them because, like everyone else, she felt sorry for me and my poor oxygen-deprived brain.
They did not explain why they were making iced tea, but they started breaking glasses and making a huge mess. Somehow, a glass of iced tea slipped out of one of their hands and smashed the windshield of a car that was passing through the classroom with an obese woman with dark hair in it. (I'm so weird. I don't know where this stuff comes from.)
The obese dark-haired woman got out of her car angrily and smashed a bunch of stuff in the room to get back at them before getting back in her car and driving away. I then decided to leave that classroom and go to what I was pretty sure was my science class, which I probably wasn't supposed to be in.
I showed up in my class and we went on a field trip to the huge, shallow jungle pond in the lower level of the school library. (Obviously that doesn't really exist.)
Our assignment was to go swimming in the pond and find an animal. I was not really cool with this, but I got in the water anyway.
There was a huge, creepy turtle to my right which I tried very hard to avoid, and a couple other creepy Muppet-looking animals that I was trying to avoid. My heart was beating really fast, like panic-attack fast.
They looked like these little fuckers from Sesame Street.
There was this manta ray that was swimming around me, too close for comfort. I was surrounded on all side by pond creatures, so I didn't have anywhere to go to get away from it.
My genius mind decided it would be a good idea to go underwater, so I held my nose and went under. When I surfaced again, the manta ray decided to latch itself onto my head like a really gross hat.
I was freaking out, and the manta ray was holding on to my entire head and there were eyes on its underside that I could see staring at me when I looked up. I was afraid to try and pull it off because it could sting me. (I don't know if manta rays actually sting or not - are they the same thing as sting rays?) It started inching down my face, and I opened my mouth to yell but its nasty fin-flap-things started to get too close to my mouth so I had to close it again and just sit there with a manta ray on my head.
Finally, the ray decided he had had enough of scaring the shit out of me and swam off again, releasing me from his grip. I got out of the pond quickly, narrowly avoiding the giant turtle. Everyone else was fine and had found a cute, friendly animal to observe in the pond. I was the only one who had been attacked by a manta ray.
The amazing part was right near the beginning. The general idea of the dream was that I was at school, attending different classes and weird things were happening in each of them. However, I started out the dream as Robin from How I Met Your Mother before turning back into myself and going to school.
We were filming a scene between Robin, Ted, and Barney (Again, it is obvious that I watch far too much television) and Barney was trying to seduce me. After Ted and Barney were done playing a practical joke on someone that I can't remember clearly, Barney left and I, on a whim, decided to run after him.
This is the amazing part where Neil Patrick Harris and I kiss. (See how my mind made that loophole? He's gay but he HAD to kiss me because it was a t.v. show! I'm a genius, I tell you.)
I was still Robin and I was finally going to give in and make out with Barney. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of a strip mall in my town that contains the movie theater, if any readers are familiar. (I forgot, no one reads this.)
So Neil Patrick Harris and I kissed several times. It was awesome, but then at the end I laughed and said something that made him laugh, so we messed up the very end of our kiss, but the director said he could still use it so I didn't get to do another take. But I got to kiss Neil Patrick Harris! Even though it was in my subconscious!
NOW the school part started. I went to school and to my first class, which was band. We still had Mr. R as our teacher, (he left a few years ago) and it was a younger year for me because a girl I know, Sarah, who was in my flute section, was still at school even though she's two years older.
In band class we watched a movie with Sarah in it. She's not really the acting kind of person, but she was actually really good in the movie, although she made us fast-forward through some embarrassing parts.
After band, I couldn't figure out which class I had next. I got out my schedule, but I hadn't written the class names down, I had written random sentences that were somehow supposed to tell me which class it was, but I had completely forgotten what I had been thinking when I wrote them and so they were completely useless.
At this point I need to give some background info. In real life, I have a lot of issues that mostly spring from my fairly severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. (I'm not just saying I'm OCD because I like things to be clean, I actually have OCD and it's a huge part of my life, unfortunately.) I constantly wonder why me, why was I born with it?
In my dream, I answered my question with a fabricated event that apparently happened to my dream self. I drowned.
I don't know however many years ago it was in the dream, but I had drowned and then been brought back to life, but had suffered some mild brain damage in the process because of the lack of oxygen to my brain. The result of that was hypersensitive hearing, severe anxiety, and all of my other OCD symptoms. Somehow this made people feel more sorry for me and be more understanding than they do in real life where I'm just born with a weird brain.
Now that you know this, I had continued on to what I dazedly thought was my next class, and found my mother and my female math teacher making glasses of iced tea in the classroom, and no one else was there.
My mom figured I was probably lost and let me stay there with them because, like everyone else, she felt sorry for me and my poor oxygen-deprived brain.
They did not explain why they were making iced tea, but they started breaking glasses and making a huge mess. Somehow, a glass of iced tea slipped out of one of their hands and smashed the windshield of a car that was passing through the classroom with an obese woman with dark hair in it. (I'm so weird. I don't know where this stuff comes from.)
The obese dark-haired woman got out of her car angrily and smashed a bunch of stuff in the room to get back at them before getting back in her car and driving away. I then decided to leave that classroom and go to what I was pretty sure was my science class, which I probably wasn't supposed to be in.
I showed up in my class and we went on a field trip to the huge, shallow jungle pond in the lower level of the school library. (Obviously that doesn't really exist.)
Our assignment was to go swimming in the pond and find an animal. I was not really cool with this, but I got in the water anyway.
There was a huge, creepy turtle to my right which I tried very hard to avoid, and a couple other creepy Muppet-looking animals that I was trying to avoid. My heart was beating really fast, like panic-attack fast.
They looked like these little fuckers from Sesame Street.
There was this manta ray that was swimming around me, too close for comfort. I was surrounded on all side by pond creatures, so I didn't have anywhere to go to get away from it.
My genius mind decided it would be a good idea to go underwater, so I held my nose and went under. When I surfaced again, the manta ray decided to latch itself onto my head like a really gross hat.
I was freaking out, and the manta ray was holding on to my entire head and there were eyes on its underside that I could see staring at me when I looked up. I was afraid to try and pull it off because it could sting me. (I don't know if manta rays actually sting or not - are they the same thing as sting rays?) It started inching down my face, and I opened my mouth to yell but its nasty fin-flap-things started to get too close to my mouth so I had to close it again and just sit there with a manta ray on my head.
Finally, the ray decided he had had enough of scaring the shit out of me and swam off again, releasing me from his grip. I got out of the pond quickly, narrowly avoiding the giant turtle. Everyone else was fine and had found a cute, friendly animal to observe in the pond. I was the only one who had been attacked by a manta ray.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The Fall of the Chicago Strangler
I got yelled at by my mother this morning for sleeping too much. By the way.
This dream began at camp. It wasn't music camp or church camp, I'm unclear on exactly what kind of camp it was. All I know is that we were in a large, co-ed cabin. The row of bunk beds along one side of the cabin was for girls, the other was for boys.
There were several dark-haired, attractive boys there including one particularly cute guy, younger than me, slightly curly dark hair. (He was not Curly. In the dream, Curly was Zach Braff, but I still somehow knew that he was Curly.) There was another distinctive guy who looked a little Hispanic, and a somewhat obese boy about my age, maybe older. I don't remember which other boys/girls there were.
The boys decided to play a really, really mean prank on me by stealing my flute and nailing all of its pieces to a tree on the main-stage hill. (Apparently it was also partly Ichthus.) It was there for a few days and got rained on and rusty. When I found out I freaked, naturally, and went and pulled out all of the nails while sobbing uncontrollably.
Apparently I forgave them, because we went back to being friends shortly after. This would probably not happen in real life, because they would owe me a great deal of money to replace the flute.
That's about the time when the Hispanic-looking guy was kidnapped by the Chicago Strangler, then was let go again. I don't remember this happening in the dream, but he talked about it later.
After he came back, I was abducted by the Strangler. He was the Trinity Killer from the show "Dexter." (Yet another sign that I watch far too much television.)
However, I managed to escape and then lead the police to the Strangler, thus becoming a hero. I remember running over to talk to the Strangler as a policewoman, namely Mrs. Miller from my church, led him away in cuffs. I think I was gloating or something.
During all of this, I was still living at the camp and the curly-haired boy and I had become make-out buddies. Zach Braff and I were still dating, but I didn't feel an ounce of guilt while I was cuddling with the new boy.
When it was time for us all to go home from camp, we piled into the van and curly-haired make-out buddy and I sat by each other. I was contemplating how to break it to him that I had a boyfriend back home and we couldn't keep fooling around when he said something about how far away he lived from me and that it was going to be a pretty long drive for me when I went to visit him.
I took that opportunity to tell him that things weren't going to work out between us, it was too long of a distance between us. He was mad, but I only felt bad for a few moments. (Apparently I have no heart.)
When we got back, my grandma was there to pick me up but we had to take a boat from our van to the parking lot because they were separated by a rivery-pondish looking thing.
We got back to shore and my obese friend started having some sort of crisis. I comforted him saying, "You have a big heart, that's why people like you." and several variations of that.
Then I hung out with Zach Braff, and he commented on how I seem to have had a good time kissing the curly-haired boy at camp. I didn't really answer him. I just had a "meh" moment, and after that we forgot about it.
This dream began at camp. It wasn't music camp or church camp, I'm unclear on exactly what kind of camp it was. All I know is that we were in a large, co-ed cabin. The row of bunk beds along one side of the cabin was for girls, the other was for boys.
There were several dark-haired, attractive boys there including one particularly cute guy, younger than me, slightly curly dark hair. (He was not Curly. In the dream, Curly was Zach Braff, but I still somehow knew that he was Curly.) There was another distinctive guy who looked a little Hispanic, and a somewhat obese boy about my age, maybe older. I don't remember which other boys/girls there were.
The boys decided to play a really, really mean prank on me by stealing my flute and nailing all of its pieces to a tree on the main-stage hill. (Apparently it was also partly Ichthus.) It was there for a few days and got rained on and rusty. When I found out I freaked, naturally, and went and pulled out all of the nails while sobbing uncontrollably.
Apparently I forgave them, because we went back to being friends shortly after. This would probably not happen in real life, because they would owe me a great deal of money to replace the flute.
That's about the time when the Hispanic-looking guy was kidnapped by the Chicago Strangler, then was let go again. I don't remember this happening in the dream, but he talked about it later.
After he came back, I was abducted by the Strangler. He was the Trinity Killer from the show "Dexter." (Yet another sign that I watch far too much television.)
However, I managed to escape and then lead the police to the Strangler, thus becoming a hero. I remember running over to talk to the Strangler as a policewoman, namely Mrs. Miller from my church, led him away in cuffs. I think I was gloating or something.
During all of this, I was still living at the camp and the curly-haired boy and I had become make-out buddies. Zach Braff and I were still dating, but I didn't feel an ounce of guilt while I was cuddling with the new boy.
When it was time for us all to go home from camp, we piled into the van and curly-haired make-out buddy and I sat by each other. I was contemplating how to break it to him that I had a boyfriend back home and we couldn't keep fooling around when he said something about how far away he lived from me and that it was going to be a pretty long drive for me when I went to visit him.
I took that opportunity to tell him that things weren't going to work out between us, it was too long of a distance between us. He was mad, but I only felt bad for a few moments. (Apparently I have no heart.)
When we got back, my grandma was there to pick me up but we had to take a boat from our van to the parking lot because they were separated by a rivery-pondish looking thing.
We got back to shore and my obese friend started having some sort of crisis. I comforted him saying, "You have a big heart, that's why people like you." and several variations of that.
Then I hung out with Zach Braff, and he commented on how I seem to have had a good time kissing the curly-haired boy at camp. I didn't really answer him. I just had a "meh" moment, and after that we forgot about it.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
A Dream about how I'm Crazy.
I started out with a bunch of my band friends from last year, we were at an outdoor venue having a party or something like that.
In the dream, I appeared the way I sometimes feel. I was a recluse, wrapped up in a big ugly brown coat even though it's nice outside. (Brown coat? Firefly? I wish?)
I didn't talk to anyone, but instead I obsessively drew detailed pictures of the people who were at the gathering.
My friend Liz noticed that I had drawn several pictures of her that were kind of unflattering in a teasing sort of way, and told me I'm weird but funny. It made me happy.
Then I accidentally did something that made her really angry, I don't remember what. But suddenly she didn't find the pictures so humorous anymore, and turned the other band kids into an angry mob which started chasing after me.
I ran away, eventually ending up on a dock with a tower. There were a few younger adults there, who looked like camp counselors or something, and who attempted to help me hide the pictures.
I ended up inside a building, and Liz's parents were there. Usually, Liz's parents love me. But they were turned against me by Liz, and were trying to locate my pictures and burn them. I was freaking out because the drawings were a safety blanket-ish obsession to me, and I couldn't bear to let them go. I was also feeling ashamed and rejected because people who used to love me now hate me.
Before they could get ahold of my pictures, my parents and brother drove up in the family van and rescued me.
The drive home was really long, longer than was realistic. About halfway home, we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom.
The bathroom was a huge circular room with another large circular pillar in the middle of it. There were hundreds of stalls lining the room and the pillar, and they were only the size of lockers.
Apparently my parents were okay with this, because they got right into their stalls and did their business.
I hunted around for a suitable stall. They were all equally tiny, and there were some... leftovers on the seats and floor. I could not find a clean stall.
Before I could find a decent toilet, I reached into my pocket and found a key. I couldn't figure out what it was for. I assumed it was for something nearby, like hopefully a private bathroom.
Suddenly, a door that was within the circular room opened and my friend Jody walked out.
She said something to me about finally coming home, and I realized that my key was for one of the rooms within the circular room.
Then I found out that the room was a part of a mental hospital, at which I was a patient. My parents had been dropping me off, not stopping for a bathroom break.
That's how the dream ended. Me realizing just how insane I am.
In the dream, I appeared the way I sometimes feel. I was a recluse, wrapped up in a big ugly brown coat even though it's nice outside. (Brown coat? Firefly? I wish?)
I didn't talk to anyone, but instead I obsessively drew detailed pictures of the people who were at the gathering.
My friend Liz noticed that I had drawn several pictures of her that were kind of unflattering in a teasing sort of way, and told me I'm weird but funny. It made me happy.
Then I accidentally did something that made her really angry, I don't remember what. But suddenly she didn't find the pictures so humorous anymore, and turned the other band kids into an angry mob which started chasing after me.
I ran away, eventually ending up on a dock with a tower. There were a few younger adults there, who looked like camp counselors or something, and who attempted to help me hide the pictures.
I ended up inside a building, and Liz's parents were there. Usually, Liz's parents love me. But they were turned against me by Liz, and were trying to locate my pictures and burn them. I was freaking out because the drawings were a safety blanket-ish obsession to me, and I couldn't bear to let them go. I was also feeling ashamed and rejected because people who used to love me now hate me.
Before they could get ahold of my pictures, my parents and brother drove up in the family van and rescued me.
The drive home was really long, longer than was realistic. About halfway home, we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom.
The bathroom was a huge circular room with another large circular pillar in the middle of it. There were hundreds of stalls lining the room and the pillar, and they were only the size of lockers.
Apparently my parents were okay with this, because they got right into their stalls and did their business.
I hunted around for a suitable stall. They were all equally tiny, and there were some... leftovers on the seats and floor. I could not find a clean stall.
Before I could find a decent toilet, I reached into my pocket and found a key. I couldn't figure out what it was for. I assumed it was for something nearby, like hopefully a private bathroom.
Suddenly, a door that was within the circular room opened and my friend Jody walked out.
She said something to me about finally coming home, and I realized that my key was for one of the rooms within the circular room.
Then I found out that the room was a part of a mental hospital, at which I was a patient. My parents had been dropping me off, not stopping for a bathroom break.
That's how the dream ended. Me realizing just how insane I am.
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