woke up to : cry little sister

"Cry Little Sister"

(originally by Gerard McMann)

A last fire will rise behind those eyes

Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie

Immortal fear, that voice so clear

Through broken walls, that scream I hear

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall

Come to your brother - Thou shall not die

Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear

Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

Blue masquerade, strangers look on

When will they learn this loneliness?

Temptation heat beats like a drum

Deep in your veins, I will not lie

Little sister - Thou shall not fall

Come to your brother - Thou shall not die

Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear

Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

My Shangri-Las

I can't forget

Why you were mine

I need you now

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall

Come to your brother - Thou shall not die

Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear

Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

woke up to: have you never been mellow

have you never been mellow lyrics

There was a time when I was in a hurry as you are
I was like you
There was a day when I just had to tell my point of view
I was like you
Now I don't mean to make you frown
No, I just want you to slow down

Have you never been mellow?
Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?

Running around as you do with your head up in the clouds
I was like you
Never had time to lay back, kick your shoes off, close your eyes
I was like you
Now you're not hard to understand
You need someone to hold your hand

Have you never been mellow?
Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?

new pub

I dreamt that I walked across a long bridge. It was not a normal thing to do as it was very long and meant for cars. I could have car pooled with the others, but this felt freer. When I arrived at the other side, I took a pic that included a bit of the bridge and a view from across the river so that I could send it and they would know where I was.  I texted the photo and then asked where next. I wasn't sure where this pub was that we were supposed to meet. It was a new place that a friend of ours was just opening. I kept walking around buildings and down alleys and ran across it by chance.

The place was partially full with a weekend lunch crowd. It seemed to be doing well and then I noticed that they had decided to have their niche be that all appetizers were free, always..

I wasn't sure this was the best idea. They assumed that people would eat the salty and savory items and buy more beer to balance it out. It seemed to be working so far, but I was concerned with their future.

The bar on the same street was barely full, probably due to the curiosity this new place created. I wanted my friend to alter their idea a bit. Maybe not give it all for free. They had about 5 main appetizers. I thought they could give 5 away per table, one at a time and only serving the next if requested. Once the five were served, then they pay. It wasn't much better, but it was a start.

puff peas

I dreamt that I was working in a clinic. I think I was a nurse, but not quite sure. I think we were wrapping up our day, but still had some duties. I was near beds with privacy curtains between. It must have been my station, because I felt like I had to stay there. I think there was to be a celebration that night as people were talking about what they would make and bring. I was just waiting. I looked up at the curtain hooks, I saw that someone had created a white plastic triangle that hooked at the top that looked like a nurses cap, and it was followed by a white plastic circle that was supposed to be a head, and some other shapes that made the rest of the body. It was cute and a nice light hearted thing to see in a clinic. I kept trying to point it out to my mother, but she was never quite paying attention.

The shift was done now and it was time to go to the event. I walked into the place of the party and it was beautiful. It was like a very large garden room, windows everywhere, dark wood, little tables, flowers... As my mother, brother, JH, PC and I walked through the tables, I saw many fancy desserts. I realized each individual party created their own items for that evening. It was a neat idea and it was fun to see the variety. My mother had provided ours and her first dessert was very inventive. I was surprised. It was spicy and sweet with herbs. It was very good. My brother and I got up to look into the next room. There was an upper echelon group in there. They seemed annoyed that anyone was walking in their area, although it was open for everyone.

I returned to our table. JH had put his coats, a scarf and his pile of things on the chair next to him. I moved everything over to his chair... he always brought too many things.

The next dessert was a puff pastry that was cut out in a round like a small pizza. The edges had another layer and other bits of puff pastry were twisted to crisscross the top. The topping was made of peas.. well, whole peas and lightly sweetened with a filling of ricotta. I was happy about this one as I don't like overly sweet desserts and it sounded very pleasant.

My brother returned and he was upset. He was told to leave their circle from the other room. I was surprised he was upset as he usually doesn't care what others think.

sand hole

I dreamt that I was at a building. It seemed to be a bit remote in that there were no other buildings around, although it was in a town. It was a normal rectangular shape, cement color and a chain linked fence around its border and a gravel parking lot. A friend of mine wanted to buy the building and tear it down to start fresh and maybe build something more pleasing. A woman, CM's mother, was upset and resistant and wanted it to just be updated.

I got on my bicycle to ride around the grounds. It is grassy and mushy from a recent rain. I rode to the back and there was a wooden boardwalk around a sports field.  I rode around this. A small group of people were at one corner. One guy looked up at me thinking I'm going to go their way. I think he was looking forward to a distraction from what ever they were doing. But I keep on the perimeter of the field until I competed it.

It was time to leave. I could go back to the road by the school, or via a path I see in the sand. I'm not quite sure where it goes.  My tires on my bike are almost flat...and the metal of the wheel has gone through one tire. It might be a tough ride to go through the sand, but I want to see what is out there. So I start riding in the sand. It doesn't seem terribly tough and I'm enjoying it more than I expected. I see a wind out ahead that is blowing up sand. I'm thinking it will either cover the trail or it will blow me in the face, or both and that I should find cover. Instead it gathers together and blows straight up in the air and then straight down and blows a hole in the sand. It almost looked like the wind moving up actually sucked up a hole from the sand, but I wasn't sure from where I was standing. Either way I wanted to go see it. I get to it and look through the hole, only expecting it to be a large divot in the sand, but it is more like a tunnel. I look closer and it is like another land. I see statues of beings in the sand. I say beings because they looked human until you saw their faces. They had eyes, noses and mouths but not the same shape as ours. They were close enough in appearance that you could understand their expressions, although frozen.

I straightened myself and looked back from where I had come, then down through the tunnel again. It seemed that they were in the same place but they were not. I couldn't understand how they could both exist at the same time and both be receiving daylight although one was underground.

Timber Wild

I dreamt that I was taking a class. A friend of mine and I, a cross between SP and Nikolaj Coster, were taking the class. We had a long standing friendship and had fun in situations like these. We thought a lot alike, so could enjoy even boring things when done together. We were there before the rest of the class and the instructor. The lights were off in the classroom and we were milling about, setting up our desks, find the right spot to sit and so on. Our chemistry was so strong that the air felt thick. It was a wonderful feeling. We didn't have to do anything but think and we would feel this heavy connection.

The instructor came in. He was a tall sheepish fellow with glasses. He had brought some special doughnuts of the season from a local bakery. He was cheerful and proud to have brought this gift for the class. The class started and we sat next to each other a few rows back from the front.

Class was over and we walked out of the room into a main area. There was a table a level down from us that was full of a group of men. Then a very tall lumberjack looking man passed right in front of us. He didn't look real with how massive he was. I then looked a little closer at the far off table. It was the Baldwin brothers all talking with strong east coast accents. They said they were purchasing this part of the building and were going to have a pizza joint there calld Timber Wild and Sons.

gray helmet

I dreamt that I was at a charity event with my mom. There were folding chairs lined up, activity.. more of the preparation for the event and planning than the event. My mom was sitting at a bench, she kept leaving stuff and I needed to remind her to take her things with her. She was being social, she was enjoying some limelight and seeing and being seen. We left and for some reason both laid down on a mattress out in the grass. There was a blanket over it just by a few inches, like a little low tent. My boss DP was coming out and he had a helmet on (a very cool looking helmet where the main part was a dark gray wooly look and the visor was a matt black that appeared to be leather). I was trying to keep my mom quiet because I didn't really want to talk to him. But he chatted a bit, talked about his daughter and was on his way.

beach path

I dreamt that I was riding my bike to work. I seemed to have moved to a smallish coastal town for a new job. It wasn't a small town company though. I think they did some high tech research. It was nice, we liked what we did and believed in what we did. A good group.

I came to a fork in the road. I could go the quick way on the pavement as I usually had done, or I could go down a small sea grass lined path down to the beach, get some nice hot cocoa from a car there and then take a scenic and more extensive ride.  It was a cold morning and being bundled up and stopping for something warm sounded wonderful, and I was thinking I should be enjoying these small pleasures of different pathways... Guilt crept up in my stomach.. but shouldn't I make sure I'm on time? just get to it?

I don't know which way I chose.

hotel meeting

I dreamt that I was at a hotel. I was in a special room for guests only. It was like a small theater to watch complimentary films and they served food and beverages as well. I was there for business and I needed to get to my meeting.

I walked over to a smaller ballroom/conference room, It was ornate, chandeliers and floral wall paper.  I was getting shown construction items. My boss, DP, was telling us about them. He is getting detailed in his descriptions and so I cut in and asked, "So what you want us to do is either promote this or?? So that we can purchase the items through these companies at  discount etc.?" I wanted to get to the goal. He replied with a long winded "yes."

I was excited, I could totally do this and do it well. I tell them that friend of mine, MB, already has connections. That he is in NYC remodeling a test kitchen, lobby etc..." The information falls flat, but anyhoo...easy to do.

Waiters come buy with food on their way to the complimentary room. DP tries to have some and the waiter gets annoyed. He says it is for the x room. Only paying guests can't have it.

garage sweep

I dreamt that I was in my garage. I was sweeping it and the landlords side as well, they didn't seem to clean much. I wanted to do it while they were away to make sure I could get it done.  It was raining as well, and I wasn't sure it was the best idea. If I swept the leaves and debris to the opening, everything would just stick.. I started sweeping around their cars, they  had a few in there. Then neighbor's girlfriend came in unexpectedly. She started backing out cars. I seemed she was moving them around. I was excited to see that she was taking a couple out for good. That meant more space for me in the garage. But then she took my car. I said outloud to ?? some other person, I don't like lending my car out.

two husbands

I dreamt that I was at someone's home. We had all just returned from somewhere and were emptying our vehicles. I felt a bit like the odd man out, but not in a horrible way. I just felt like they were speaking a different language, all being mothers, married and being ladies who lunch. I was the single person hopping along through life. I had seen this house before. I wanted to point out the interesting architecture to the women, but they didn't seem interested. They were talking about husbands, children and recipes. We walked into the home.. the ceilings were vaulted and most of the walls and ceilings were a warm wood with exposed beams. The master bedroom could be seen if you stepped to the right of the inside of the front door. There was a landing and then if you walked down some stairs, down an hall and up some stairs, the bedroom was almost its own structure, only connected by the hallway. Half of the ceiling was exposed with just windows carrying on down to the walls, with a view being of the woods. It was amazing.

I went to the attic, I guess I had some things up there that I had forgotten. I went through some boxes and found the antique clay bowl that I had been missing. I felt relieved as I was thinking I had imagined it existed. Then I found another set of gray blue bowls more shallow and modern, and yet another set. I don't think I needed them all, but it was nice to know that if I did... I had them. I went through some more boxes and realized I needed to get back out with the people.

I went out to the front driveway. There was a truck or SUV parked on the gravel part of the drive. One of the husbands was working on it. I was interested in mechanics, so stuck my head under the hood to see what he was up to. Another one of the husbands was intent... not sure on what. He was going to help the other fella, getting him supplies, keeping the women busy with other things. He seemed to not care for the other women, not sure why. He was ok with me, as we had been old friends.

Then with no evidence.. more of a knowing, there was a feeling that the woman were in danger. Someone was after them. Not maliciously, but if they didn't exist, it would be better. I looked at the window of the SUV, there was a heart drawn in the dew of the window. It had been my friend... he was in love with the other husband. He was the danger...

hover vehicle

I dreamt that I left to female coworkers to run some errands on a business trip. It was evening and I didn't know the area. My vehicle was a low air filled things. It was oval shaped, not long enough to lay flat on, but you could sit on it just fine and it was about 6 inches off of the ground. It was fast and small, so it was kind of fun to drive, although I did feel a bit vulnerable so close to the ground and with not protective shell. I was supposed to get supplies and get food for us. I was looking for a good place that had take-out in the evening and felt clueless. I was giving up hope when I stopped by a restaurant that had outdoor seating and asked one of the patrons. A short haired blond told me to go to a pizza place. I had seen it earlier, the first place I came across of course. I guess they had other things besides pizza and it would just have to work.

I texted the girls to see what they wanted and I think I just ended up getting something and going back.

I was back at work and the office had an open plan that was two stories. The second story had offices around the perimeter and open railings with a view of the first floor. Obama was my coworker. He was talking to employees, trying to gather information and help them. This wasn't in line with the president's ideas of what should be happening in the office. Obama was sharing information that would change the environment for the company president (DP).  DP yelled from the second story balcony across the main floor "Obama, when you are done there I need to speak to you!"

Obama was clear in his vision though and didn't seem faltered

Lady Voice

I dreamt that I was with some people traveling. I’m not sure if we were doing anything in particular, more that we were doing something as a group. It seemed like it was the late 1940s or early 50s in how we were dressed and how we composed ourselves. It actually felt nice. Delighted by simple things, and not bitter with the world and everything in it.  Some of the ladies had had lunch and I still had not. I was also supposed to meet my dad and step mom in a shop before I returned to the rest of the ladies. I walked down the street, it was curved, short and paved with cobble stones. I liked being there, although I knew it wouldn't take long before it wasn’t new, quaint and cute due to how small it was. I walked by the shop where we were supposed to meet and they hadn’t arrived yet. I decided to walk a little farther. There was a shop that sold local farmer’s goods. They happened to have some puppies in there that were adorable. I played with them a bit, but I had my eye on the time. I think I heard their voices saying I wasn’t there, so I ran out of the shop over to see them. I guess we did what we needed to do and I was going to return to..?? 

Now the ladies were not what I was returning to, but someone’s house. I went to the house and was looking for my key. My friend SK was there. I’m not sure whose house it was, but he seemed to do business out of it. I heard a lady knock and I went to get him. She was beautiful in an old movie way. Fair skin, dark lips, etc. Her voice was soft and feminine yet still strong. The way she carried herself and spoke, … it seemed as if nothing negative could ever happen to her. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. It was pleasant for sure, but was she being authentic? Was she limiting herself? Was this forced? And act? … I was a bit torn on which seemed better.

Woke up to - Uncle Albert

Woke up to this in my head:

"Uncle Albert / Admiral Halsey"

We're so sorry, uncle albert,
We're so sorry if we caused you any pain.
We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But there's no one left at home
And i believe i'm gonna rain.

We're so sorry but we haven't heard a thing all day,
We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But if anything should happen
We'll be sure to give a ring.

"we're so sorry, uncle albert,
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day.
We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so eas'ly called away."

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,
Doo-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,
Uh-uh -

Hands across the water, heads across the sky,
Hands across the water, heads across the sky.

Admiral halsey notified me,
He had to have a berth or he couldn't get to sea.
I had another look and i had a cup of tea and a butter pie.


"couldn't put it in something else
So i pulled it in the pie, alright!"

Hands across the water, heads across the sky,
Hands across the water, heads across the sky.

Live a little, be a gypsy, get around,
Get your feet up off the ground,
Live a little, get around.

Live a little, be a gypsy, get around,
Get your feet up off the ground,
Live a little, get around.

Hands across the water, heads across the sky,
Hands across the water, heads across the sky.

Woke up to - Riders In The Sky

I woke up with this song in my head:

"Ghost Riders In The Sky"

An old cowboy went ridin out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
Plowin through the ragid skies and up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin hard and he heard their mournful cries

Yippie i ohhh ohh ohh
Yippie i aye ye ye
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's ridin hard to catch that herd
But he aint caught em yet
Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin fire as they ride on hear their cries

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
'if you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies

Yippie i ohhh oh oh
Yippie i aye ye ye
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

Stewart & Merchant

I dreamt that I was walking outside a building.. I felt really good.  I looked through the large window into what looked like a waiting room and saw Jon Stewart in there with Stephen Merchant. They were both wearing white doctors coats. . Jon looked older and tan. They waved me in. They were super nice, fun, and it was nice talking to them. I asked Jon why he was changing careers to be a doctor and he held up a rubber replica of girl parts and said this thing right here... He wasn't meaning sexual, but that it was interesting and made him curious, the mechanics of it all... and so he decided to pursue what made him curious, and Stephen's answer was similar. 

 Jon and I were going to go outside for a sec to chat. I left my purse behind a half wall because I didn't want to carry it. When we came back in, the office was filling up with people. I looked down and saw that my purse had been taken. I looked up and saw the girl who had it and ran after her and grabbed her. The office happened to have a police desk in it ... and I turned the girl in. There was a police lady taking down the information. I said sorry to the thief person... saying hey, sorry for turning you in, but I need this .. I don't have a lot.  The police lady was going to take my purse as evidence and I said.. I have nothing else.. this is the only purse I have. She looked at me and said nice purse.. do you think you deserve it? She repeated that about deserving it a few times... do I deserve it. I couldn't say yes... I said "well I only buy a purse about every 4-5 years..." She then said.. well ok then, you can take it. :-/

goat cart

I dreamt last night that I was visiting A and TS. I snuck out early in the morning and walked around their neighborhood. Someone had left a goat with a cart that had squashes in the back. I borrowed the goat and cart and rode it out through town. It was nice, but I knew I needed to get it back to the owner before anyone woke up.  The ride was really nice and going back to the house didn't feel good, it just felt appropriate.  I ended up getting off the cart before I returned it. I had seen some people in the street and didn't want them to see me with it. I felt bad because I didn't return it, but I knew it was a small enough town that it would be returned to the owner easily enough.

When I returned to the house A, T and their kids were up. They were having a breakfast of some sort and the kids were playing with toys. I went outside and someone had kittens. I picked one up. It was white with black spots. I wanted it. Then I picked up anther, black with white spots. The feeling of wanting didn't feel good. I couldn't have cats at my house and I was allergic. It didn't feel good wanting something I couldn't have. Wanting something to change that I had no control over. It felt how I feel at work, wanting circumstances to change that won't and making myself miserable. Not sure why people do that to themselves.

through the door

I dreamt that I was reading a book. Then I was invited or coerced through a door by a clown and someone else I knew. The clown was creepy looking,  but I knew him and the person. I knew what ever was behind the door, I would not like. I had already been down a road with them before. The door opened and it was more of the same. A group full of scary people and scared people. I walked through anyway, knowing I didn't want it, knowing I would feel stuck, knowing a door would shut behind me and not knowing when it would open again.

The clown left and shut the door. The door was sort of a portal. You wouldn't return to where you were before by going back through it. I decided to check the door and it opened. I had a feeling that in leaving the room, I would be facing I feared. But I couldn't be in this room anymore.

I walked through the door. I noticed I was dressed like a clown. I wast at a rodeo. Maybe my scary thing to face would be that I was a rodeo clown and have to face bulls. I'm thinking maybe I can go through with it. It was better than living the same life in the room. I walk around. I see cages with tigers. I hear a little girl... "Look mommy, it's a girl clown." I feel good that I can do something good even if it is only entertainment.
There is a kid in the cage the tiger is rubbing up against him. People watching think it is sweet, and it is a bit. But I'm waiting for the tiger to turn on the kid, then it won't be so sweet. I decide to go over and pick the boy up. He had taken off his boots and his feet were all muddy.  I did't care about his dirty feet getting all over my costume. Something about doing what felt right trumped anything else.

My mom was there. We were walking around and I see some riding boots to try on. They are unique, part gray wool and part leather and they were a good deal. I try on the boots and not sure I like them.
There is a message to me about a four prong bulb.. it ends up meaning a four sided bulb (like an old flash for a camera).  I need to get one for something that is coming up in my life. The maintenance guy from work shows up. He said there is a package for me. He asks my friend AG if I have been cleared to be here at this rodeo. He says he will ignore the clearance for me, but I just need to get out there and go get that package, it is important.

My mom was going to buy boots for me, I took them off and decided against them. She pulled out her money. It was US money, but it was pretty, pastel colors,  gold designs woven through and then a particular note that the president signs with blood. It seemed honorable in the dream instead of twisted. The people in the booth with the boots start helping me with ideas on how to get the bulb.

keeping roots

I dreamt that my mom was bleaching my hair. I didn't want it done. I wanted to go dark. My old ex boyfriend JBDSA was there and she was going to dye his hair as well. She sang out... J is going gray.....

It was strange but nice to see him. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't think I would get a chance.

chocolate molds

I dreamt that I was driving in a strip mall parking lot. I was a bit lost and on my way somewhere. I had made a wrong turn that I had thought was a shortcut, but it was into a fast food joint. It wasn't a huge problem, I could just turn around, but it just was a delay.

I arrived at a school or? I went inside and it felt a bit like a mall, maybe due to the common area, a cafe in that area and so on. I went into a room. It was scattered with art supplies and was a bit of a mess. I think I was looking for my own things for a class. I sat down and saw that I had been given a kit of sorts. It was a model of locker or closet. It had food, bags, personal items. I guess I was supposed to play detective and find out what happened to the person that went missing by studying their items. I was kind of confused, but kind of excited to solve the puzzle. As I was hunting and pecking through the stuff, one of the instructors came in. He was the British fella from The Mindy Project. He had molds in his hands and he said to anyone who was listening to pick out two molds as we would be learning how to make chocolate and use molds today. I thought that might be fun as well. I liked creating things and using my hands.

purring kitten

I dreamt that I was with some people, involved but an outsider. I was cooking a nice meal for them. They all were impressed. I didn't think it was much as I just made it from a cookbook. As I was thinking this a guy looked up to me with a smile in his eye and then his finger to his lips to shhh me about the cookbook. He was going to give it as a gift and didn't want him to know it was used. I went into the kitchen and there were many small shelves. They had kittens on them... live ones.. pretty cute. I picked one up and pet it and it purred. For some reason this disturbed me. I was questioning why this was an enjoyable experience normally. Why should I get enjoyment out of a cat purring? The cat didn't really like me per say... it was just enjoying being pet. So I was being of service to a cat who couldn't care less about me and listening to it enjoy itself. Kind of not cool to me all of a sudden.

I put the cat back on the shelf.

Then I went into the bathroom for a shower. The bath rug was soaking wet. I rolled it up so it my feet wouldn't slosh on it. I decided to pass on the shower for now until I found a dry rug.

I went into the living room. Pharrell Williams was outside the door. He wasn't so classy though. He was dressed hoodlummy and was asking a roommate for money. I whispered to her to not tell him I was there. I didn't want to deal with that right now. I just wanted a shower. I just wanted my space back.

bent knifes

I dreamt that I was supposed to help my dad move. I was away in some farm country and he was at the coast. I needed to ride my bike out there, which was very far, but it was the only means I had and it was best not to think about it and just get on my bike and go. I rode up to the river, which would guide me all of the way there. I hadn't ever been there with a bike, only a car, so I wasn't familiar with the best way to get on the road that I needed to be on. I was in a transit type tunnel, but could see out the window to the roads and exits. I figured I would just try one and if it was wrong, try another. Even though I was trying not to be stressed about the length of my trip and how I was getting there, I was on a time limit. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it there on time, but I wasn't not going to try.

Then I was at a dinner. My aunt was there and distant cousins. Was I at the coast helping move already? not sure. We were all sitting to eat. I brought a vegetarian dish, not because I was a vegetarian, I just liked the dish. My distant cousin SM thanked me, as she was one. I accepted the thanks. We were trying to cut through some of the vegetables. Things that should be easy enough to cut through, cooked asparagus etc., but the normal knives were not doing the job. I happened to have a set of knives from home. They were special I guess. I've always liked nice design etc, but these were bent at a 30 degree angle. You would have to hold the knife handle off of the side of the table to make the blade reach the plate or what was on the plate. Even then, if you had a dish with a sloped edge, it would be almost impossible to use them. Very awkward and I didn't like the style. I wasn't sure why I had them. 

shadow dying

I dreamt that I was dying. A few people in my family already had died. It was some strange sickness. It wasn't painful or scary. It just started overtaking your body, like a dark shadow. You pretty much knew when you had it and how much time you had left. My dad had already had it and the shadow had already taken half of my body. The other half of the phase went quicker, so I was telling my brother good bye. I wanted to give him a hug or something symbolic of .. hey this is it... see ya. He was preoccupied. So I figured this was it... on my way out and uneventful. I was a little disappointed... like a major milestone birthday being forgotten.

lost dog

I dreamt I was with a friend, SK. I felt like we were in somewhat of a small town. The town was edged by fields which were now yellow for the season. We both needed to get somewhere and it was through one of two paths in the fields. I started out ahead. I felt like I was in a hurry... possibly more in a hurry so I could walk alone. I heard her call behind me to wait, but my fast walk turned into a jog and I jumped through the field to get to the other path. I'm not sure if it would get me to the same place, but I didn't care.

A car drove by on the dirt road next to the path. It was hot and dusty. I kept walking and found a dog next to a pile of things. It was a hound dog. I looked through the pile and in a backpack to see if I could find information on the owner. It seems the owner was an actor, some of his pages of lines were in there and some headshots. The dog was talking to me in a way, telling me that he lost his owner.

coat store

I dreamt that I went into a coat store. It seemed as though the staff was hustling and bustling, but the store was not officially open yet. It was clean, well planned and some very nice coats were in there. Actually, that is all they sold, except for a couple of items at the counter. A well groomed and slightly portly middle aged man was the manager there. He was very on top of his store and seemed to be a perfect fit for this role. Instead of letting me know that the store was not open, he instead showed me around the store, gave me his card and let me know that as soon as more items came in, that he would contact me and would be happy to help me with whatever I needed. I left with a very good feeling, wanting to come back.

work elevator

I dreamt that I had left for work. It seemed as though I was in the distant future, and I worked in a very large hospital. I had to park in the parking structure initially, which was a large dark building with many floors, connected to the hospital. I drove up a few floors and I thought one person was leaving, but they were taking their time, so I decided to move on. I kept driving and found an empty floor. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be there, as the floor was very dark. The floors of the hospital were many stories high and many stories below ground. The elevators seemed to go horizontally as well as up and down. Some nice employees were on the elevator. I wasn't sure which way to go or which button to push, so I told them to go ahead and push where they needed to go and I would figure it out on the way.

brass tilly

I dreamt that I was in an older Dutch lady's house. She was very proper but very nice. She wanted something fixed... wanted something called a tilly, but what she meant was a screw. In this country they didn't have traditional screws. I looked and looked through the drawers in the garage connected to the house.  I was looking for what a tilly might look like. I went back to a cabinet and other furniture to see what connected them. What I saw was brass flat things. They looked like just a flat piece of brass with prongs like a stud you might put on clothing. That didn't seem like what she was looking for. I felt the brass things was more like something to hide the top of a screw. I looked some more to see what tools might be used on a tilly and found a compressed paper tool that looked like a screw driver, but I knew that would crumble apart if it was used. I think I ended up finding something and went back into the house. The house was dark and the furniture was dark. I was thinking of the lady and if she was coming home soon, but I was running late for work, so I would get back to this later.

fisherman man

I dreamt that I was at someone's home. It felt a bit festive. I was with some strangers that were fun. I didn't know many of them, but we were all there for similar reasons it felt. It was rainy outside, so it felt cozy and fun to be indoors. There was a man that had come in with crazy brown hair and a beard. There was something about him that was attractive. He was there for a bit and left. I spoke to an older lady there. Someone that felt grandmotherly and seasoned. I guess I had told her that I had a crush on the man. The rest of us became busy with this and that and time had passed, possibly a day had gone by. Then the man returned... the bearded one I had a crush on. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and hat, as if he was an old fisherman. The older lady was letting him know about my crush and I could tell he was happy about the news.  While this was happening, I took another look at him. He didn't look the same... his nose was large and red as if he liked his drink. His demeanor wasn't quite the same. I had a feeling of panic. Did I like him??? What had I been thinking?  Then I calmed myself. Why not just see ... he can't be all bad.

photoshop camel

I dreamt that I was watching a video of a camel. There was this new software program that worked like PhotoShop, but you could alter images as they were moving. So a person selected the camels head and was making it larger as the video was going. It was pretty amazing and looked very easy to use.

slitting throats

I dreamt that I was in a room with some women. It was fine but then a couple of them started attacking, as in going to kill me attacking. I had a knife in my hand and I was going to use it if necessary. I ended up having to slit their throats if they got close to me. I felt I had no choice. It was me or them. It sort of felt as though each of these women were not humans.. but representatives of behaviors in me. And if I didn't kill the behavior, it would kill me.

seal swimming

I dreamt that I was sitting at a high table in a nice restaurant. It seems I was done with what I came there for, except I was waiting for my mother to show up. She did and she brought me some items. Things she wanted to get rid of that I might want, chotchkies and such. I must have liked something and it was a nice visit. I left feeling good. But I left just to another table in the restaurant across the way. It was a lower table. My friend sat on the bench against the wall and I chose a chair across from him. Food had already been served and it didn't seem like much. I was going through my purse and my mother had put some to-go sushi in there. I took it out quickly hoping none of the contents spilled out. I emptied the dish onto a plate and put the plastic container to the side, more to dispose of it as I wasn't going to eat it. Then I realized how bad that would look to a restaurant that I had brought my own food. I didn't have to explain to anyone and my friend and I were ready to leave. I went through the door and I was in a very different place. There was a water area, which was a pool of sorts. It was grand, long but not too wide.  People walked around he edges and carried on by observing, seeing and being seen, small parties here and there. It felt other worldly, as in a life that most don't get to live. I went right into the pool and started swimming towards the opposite end. I had my purse, which was now just a small flat one, in one had and was swimming along. A corner of it bumped into a man and I apologized, but he didn't seem to hear me over the noise and splashes of water. In a few moments he turned around to me. He had white blond curly hair, a constant smile in his eyes, and an air of confidence. He said, "You didn't have to go about it that way." I thought he was about to complain about me bumping him, but now I wasn't sure what he meant. Then he started flirting and I realized he thought I had bumped him on purpose because I liked him. I corrected him, but I don't think his ego heard it.

I kept swimming and I realized I was surrounded by gray seals. They were swimming with me and around me and it was sweet and fun. Then I swam to the edge. It oddly seemed to end at a sandy beach. I could look down to the coast and it was evening. I went to go put my hair up and I realized I had forgotten my hair clip. It was my go-to, my favorite and spendy... I didn't want to lose it. I swam back and now at the other end of the pool was a store. It was a small and nice and had unique beautiful items. I looked around, for some reason expecting to find my clip. I seemed to have found it and kept looking. The place felt like a fairy tale. I heard the bell on the door as it opened. I looked up and my friend KM came in. She was full of life as usual and was chatting and telling some story and laughing. We all looked around at this and that and were now up to the front where you could see through the windowed door. She saw that her sister was coming in with a group of friends and it was her birthday on this day. She quickly grabbed a banner and I grabbed the other end and we stretched the happy birthday across the entry way. KM(sister) opened the door and she was surprised.... 

bicycle grease

I dreamt that it was evening and a bit of another life. Although the same people as my current life. It was dark, my step mom was there. There was something about chocolates. Making sure they were packaged right, kind of like you would treat leftovers, checking for the fresh ones and tossing the others and finding the appropriate container for what is left. She hadn't had her chocolates yet and was glad to see that there were some left. I felt like there were chocolates with an apricot center. I asked if there was anything else I need to take. It seems I was going to a house and taking a stocking cap, and?? to my aunt, uncle and my dad. We were to leave in the dark hours of the morning and it seemed we needed to be timely about it. I liked having something constructive to do ... kept me out of my head.

Then I was on a bike with someone. A guy, I think a friend from Ohio (DM). We were riding our bikes and then stopped at a sort of mechanic shop. I think we meant to climb the fence and get past them but they saw us. We needed to act as if we came to see them and not just to cut through their property. They were an odd bunch, not quite right in the head. One was creepy and standing close to me, I could see that DM had his eye on everything, so I didn't feel too scared. He wouldn't have let anything happen to me. He was an old man with greasy gray hair, and you could feel the thick air around him as if he hadn't showered for days and held his own unkempt weather system. He was saying crewed things to me, trying to push my buttons... but he was unsuccessful. My opinion of him was a non-thing.. just something to step over to get on my way. A few more things were said and DM was able to find the right words to let us leave them and we moved on.

old peach

I dreamt that I was cutting a peach. I was happy to have finally found a peach that was ripe. My grandparent's had a fruit orchard and the peaches were amazing. Since then, I only find peaches that are hard as rocks on the grocery stores. This one had the right color, the right smell and I knew it would have flavor. As I cut into the skin, I was a little disappointed. The skin didn't break like a fresh peach, it was not so firm, so it went with the knife in for a bit before the knife could poke through. It was an older peach. It would still taste ok, but not the same.

broken scanner

I dreamt that I was at work, but the office was different. It was an open space with two levels. One level open to the next. I was going to leave with some friends but then came back. I had forgotten something. There was a man there threatening to kill us. I was trying to figure out a way to escape. I somehow was using the scanner not working as an excuse. It was as though it was legitimate for him to let me work on the scanner because it was an important thing to do. More important than his neurosis. 

falling walls

I dreamt that I was in a house. It seemed maybe lacking in something. It was in a place that I thought it should be more interesting, but the inside was plain and lacking personality. A man came in... he seemed like a Zeus type character. He had a long white beard, curly white hair, and he had a mighty feel about him. I liked him. He felt knowledgeable, and patient. He said you can't see what this house is and was. Then huge rectangular chunks of wall came down landing hard on the floor and shaking the house. Each one looked as though it was made of plaster. Each had a different color to it, and ornate trip at the tops and edges. They were beautiful and they were exciting to see. I imagined how beautiful this building must have been, what had gone on here.

drug tour

I dreamt that I was on a bus going to some destination... a small town in Mexico. I was with other tourists young and old. The little Mexican men were there to be our guides. They seemed very nice, a bit quite and patient. When we arrived, they took us to a covered cart, only open on two sides to walk through. My dad was with me and seemed to know what was going on. One of the men took my hand and put some small red cloth baggies in my hand. I looked down and looked up at him. I didn't speak Spanish and he didn't speak English, he just looked at me like... ok, now go on and go sell these drugs. I thought what??? I can't do this. My dad seemed to be fine, he said we were in a foreign country, it would only take a few minutes to sell, no one would know... etc.  I was thinking sure.. foreign country... jail?, if I was caught, forget my career... I felt panicked. I put the baggies down in the cart and was trying to decide what to do next. The little guys wouldn't be happy, but I couldn't worry about them.

small village

I dreamt that I was at this village that was more or less one street. It was in the mountains along a railway line. The street had cute little buildings, some painted colorfully, selling food goods, local crafts and items that you would expect a small town to carry. It was nice. You felt like you could be at ease there. The population was mainly blue collar, older people with a few young families. If you missed the first stop to the town, you could get off at the very next stop, which left you at a vacant building. Maybe where a mine once was, but they used the land for storing now. I did miss the first stop, so when I got off, I realized I had to walk a ways in the other direction before I could get behind an iron fence and walk back into the town.

As I walked into town I felt like a spent traveler. I didn't feel put together, my hair was damp from the mist in the air, but I was ok with it. The town and its people were welcoming and warm. There was a place that had wooden covered areas, sort of an open air restaurant/pub. I thought I would get a bite and a beer. I sort of wanted to move here, but I had a fear of being stuck, or?? not up to date as the years would go by. Not changing to keep up with the times. I walked behind one building to see some mad made ponds. They didn't fit with they area, they felt a bit Japanese and modern. There were koi and frogs. Then I noticed a couple of kittens. I thought how strange and I went to pick one up. They seemed homeless and my friends would be coming soon. They wanted a pet. I went to pick the one gray kitten up and as it turned to me, it's forehead split. Not that it was open to the skull, but it was more like a defect, where it could move it open and closed like a muscle, more like a groove in the forehead covered in fur. I was repulsed a bit and wasn't sure what to think. I decided not to pick it up.

My friends arrived, CK, SK, and some more married friends of theirs. They were all having a good time, I was the 15th wheel. I was concerned for the town. They rarely had visitors, and enjoyed the few they had. But this was a large loud throng of people. Oh well, they could take care of themselves.

The next thing I remember is that I woke up. It was the next morning. I was eating... the evening before, and then nada. SK was giving me the look of .. yes, you misbehaved, drank too much, etc. At first I was concerned, but I didn't know how it happened, and what did they care. I wasn't affecting them and their lives. I was single, my life, and although I didn't want to do that sort of thing, I just could move on from it.

Then more people arrived. People from my past relationship. They all looked in good spirits and health. I received hugs, and how are yous. It was nice to see them and get that over with. They had come from a costume party and were having a good time.

convention

I dreamt that I was attending a convention to see Esther Hicks. I somehow received free tickets and was excited to see what would happen. I looked around for a seat, as the place was pretty much sold out, but I had arrived early. I walked over to what seemed like the front and there were a few empty spots. I had seen that my friend PC and SB where there already. There was also someone there from school, WF. I was surprised he was attending. He didn't seem like he would be into something like this. Esther Hicks came moved from her other seat and sat down by me. I realized how glowing she was sitting there in front of me. I thought ... this stuff really works. In my mind I had re-lived when she had first started presenting and in the dream, she had pallid skin, colorless hair up in a bun... she felt a bit dry like an old woman and without ... roundness... I don't mean in her shape, but she felt flat, not full. Now she had auburn shiny hair, she took care of herself. Her cheeks were rosy, a sparkle in the eye and her clothing was full of love... meaning more that she put love into her dressing, her choices.

I told her some of this and then she had to go prepare to be on stage. WF was sitting on the other side of my friend PC. PC and SB had gotten up to get some food before it started as this was going to be a long day. I remarked to WF that I was so surprised to see him here. He said ... see? if you hadn't have left and gone away... maybe you would have seen this about me and you wouldn't have had to leave. I was just happy to see that he was happy, that I had another person to play with and that I was there.

history

I dreamt that I was visiting a nice family. I had known them from when I was younger (in the dream). They had a nice cozy house, unpretentious but nice. I had known one of their sons I think. It was snowing and it seemed to be around the holidays. They were having a bit of a get together. I felt welcome and comfortable. It was such a nice feeling. A few boys showed up... now men I guess, since we were all the same age. There was something nice about re-meeting someone you knew from the distant past. You didn't have to start all over, didn't have to "be" anything... you had history and that was enough. We played in the snow a bit, snowball fight for old time's sake and then went back in the house. I went into the kitchen where one of the mother's offered me some eggnog (although it oddly tasted fruity like juice). I must have made a face, as they asked if I liked it. I assured them that it was one of my favorite drinks of the holidays. I noticed that I had tracked in some tree bits from outside. I went to go clean it up and apologize, but they were lackadaisical about it.

Then it was time to leave. I was a bit sad to leave, but also hopeful for my future. I realized something new that I had wanted in my life besides a career, a home, etc. Something much more satisfying and I was looking forward to getting it.

stories past

I dreamt of many "stories."  Not the full story acted out in my mind, but as if they were little objects, tangible little pods or bubbles in the air. They were my life, they were what I repeated in my head, and they felt bad.

But a voice in my head were saying they were good, but don't think of them, they are good, but don't repeat them, they are good, but forget them...

over booked

I dreamt that I was at a restaurant. It felt like it was one at a vacation area, like the coast, casual, comfortable and at ease. I was there to meet a guy for a date. I was kind of excited, he was someone new. The place was crowded, everyone gathering for brunch on a sunny morning at the coast. Everyone and everything felt nice and light. I saw people I knew... seems everyone knew someone there. I looked up and realized I had another date at the same time with a guy that was walking in. One was funny, the other had another good point about him. I saw a girl I knew and she said hello. She was leaving with some people to go on some yacht or something. Some old thoughts flashed in my mind lightly... negative ones... maybe jealous ones, but just as soon as they came in, I sent them back out. I knew these thoughts were no helpful, not worth my time or energy and were not "real" .... just old thoughts. I felt better and said some niceties and she was on her way. I focussed on my dates and what to do. I felt like somehow I could manage them. Just then, a car pulled up... another date. oops... This one was older, looked like Robert Redford a bit. I felt so clear and so at ease. I knew what to do now. The other dates didn't matter, I wanted to be with him. He felt like ease, calm, knowing, we fit.... Sure the other guys were nice, funny, smart, exciting.. but this one was just right. 

motorhome

I dreamt that I was with KW. He and I were in the process of parking a motorhome. Neither of us had an experience on how to maneuver it let alone which space would be good to park it for overnight. I saw some spaces that would be easy to drive in .. he was looking at a space that was next to another one. I let him take over partly because I didn't know myself and partly because I didn't care. He was a little crabby. I almost felt like this was work travel, although there was a feeling of some history of a relationship. We started unpacking into the motor home. We both had a closet that was on the other side of each other's. It was a decent size and I was glad I would be able to organize things nicely. He on the other hand was complaining here and there about everything. He decided to take a nap, but was hungry as well. I went into a bunk and fell asleep. I took that time to find something for myself as I was hungry too, although there was barely any food. There was just a small takeout box with about two bites of noodles, so I ate those. He woke up not so happy that I had the noodles..... just went on like that... nothing could make him happy, not caring... nothing needed to make me happy.

shared lockers

I dreamt I was in a room that had a wall of lockers. I was there to take a class. Everyone else was there taking a full program, as if getting a degree. I only needed two classes. The first one just to qualify for the one that I really needed and then I would be out. I was glad I would be out, that I wouldn't be stuck with all of the rules, conformity, and schedules. I had to share a locker with two other women/girls. I thought it was kind of nice, in that you had instant connection with new people. I opened the locker and it was packed. I had to hold my hand on the items so that they wouldn't spill all over the floor. I tried to shove my things in, but without much luck. I looked through the items to see what was in there. There was a rack of clothing, all with tags on. I looked at them and it looked as if they had been returned... did she take/steal them?  I knew that they had been there a while. I spoke with the other lockermate who was having similar challenges with space. I said... well maybe if she didn't put her whole closet in here... she laughed. Then I met our locker neighbor. She had short blond hair... she looked a bit like Starbuck on the new BSG series. She was loud, a bit tom boy, very confident ... or more that she had no care of anyone else's thoughts but her own, but in a positive way. A friend (JL) came by to pick me up. At this point it was evening and many of us were watching a movie on some old box tv set. All strewn out on the floor in blankets, and I was folding things and gathering them to leave. Then it seemed to be a bit of a casual party and I and my mother (who was there out of no where), were going to spend the night. JL started talking to the Starbuck girl. He liked her... I felt a little self conscious at first, comparing myself to her.. Should I be like her? Is how I am wrong? But simultaneously, my gut said no, I'm not a tomboy, I'm not loud, and that is just me. But her ?? what I thought was confidence... But I was confident... So maybe it was coming to terms that everyone has different preferences and you can't meet all of them. And that isn't good or bad.

We fell asleep.. then awoke the next morning. I was super groggy. JL came back in the morning to pick us up.

broken dolls

I dreamt that I was at a salon of sorts. It was odd though. People would wait in a nice lobby of sorts that looked more like a cozy hotel lobby. Then when your turn came, you went to a station. I was called on. I had just been going through a package though. It was filled with antique dolls and other antiques and memorabilia. I think they were from my family, but I wasn't sure. I did know that I found them important to keep and keep nice. I gathered them up, but it took a minute. By the time I was at the hairdresser's station, I asked if I had lost my place in line. If so, I would have to start all over it seemed. She said I hadn't. I asked where I could put my things that they would be safe. She pointed to a room just off the salon. It didn't feel like a safe place to me. There were children there and people could go in and out. I reluctantly put them there, not wanting to make a fuss. The woman started working on my hair. I had decided I needed something new... to cut off the length. I looked up and saw children going through the box. I said I had to go check and told them to leave the box be. I looked through the box and some of the porcelain doll busts had been broken. One in half and one into three pieces... I was a bit heart broken, a bit angry.. but thought I needed to let it go. It was done and there was nothing I could do about it. I went back to the chair to continue the cut... more happened, but it is foggy now.

obstacle snow

I dreamt that I was going skiing, although I really don't know how. I was with someone who was going boarding, and there was some discussion between boarding vs. skiing, ski injuries and switching back to a different one after an injury. It seemed to make sense, just not with old ways of thinking (or current).

I was with some little girls. They seemed to be either under my care for that day, or just around me, so I felt responsible. We were on some sort of obstacle course that started on a trail in the snow, pretty simple, their dad was trailing behind. It was a black family and it seemed the mother wasn't around anymore. I was happy to help the little girls and give them some female support. The obstacle turned into a bit of a strange structure that was narrow, awkward and challenge to traverse. I watched out for the three of them, making sure none of them would fall. Myself and one of them somehow ended up on the ground and need to get back up to finish. We did want to finish. So I thought I would climb up first and then help her up. She surprised me though and climbed up a part of the structure that wasn't meant for climbing. I was happy to see that she could think of this and was confident enough to do it. We finished the course. 

airline experience

I dreamt that I was going on a trip on a plane. I was sitting in my seat and was next to a friend. Well, sort of a friend, more of a pleasant acquaintance. Some people in the row wanted to move so I had to get up. I was thinking... I wonder how much it would be to move to first class, because it just might be worth it. As I got up to stand in the open area, I looked back in the plane. I realized I was already in a higher class than coach. The coach seats were as they are now. Tight rows of 3-4 seats. I was in more of a lounge sofa. It was one long sofa with plenty of space in front, side tables, compartments to store things and that part of the plan was wider than four planes, or more like 9 since there was another area mirroring it on the other side. I sat back down being grateful for my seat. I did realize I wasn't near a window. I had always asked for a window seat, but it seemed in this reality, I always asked for the end of the sofa in the aisle with my pleasant acquaintance. It made sense some how. Then the plane was getting read for take off. My friend and I found the items in the compartments that became normal "gifts" from the airline for that class of ticket. This time we both had jersey's of some popular team, but the seemed more like fashionable biking shirts. We both stuffed them in our carry-ons. Then we were departing. A huge family was just walking on and the plane was going up in the air. I thought how could this be happening? They don't take-off until we are all sat and buckled... then I realized again.. oh yes, in the reality, they had fixed that and it was much more casual.

running vegas

I dreamt I was with a friend. He said finally... you were always my type... why didn't we do this sooner.... meaning getting together. In the dream I had always liked him too but thought it wasn't possible. As soon as it was, I wanted to run.


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I dreamt that a coworker (BG) was in Vegas. He had a huge suite at a nice hotel. It looked as thought he'd been living there for a while though. There were clothes and things strewn all over the place. He asked if I had brought a swimsuit as he had a huge jacuzzi in the place. I went over to it and saw that it was running. I didn't really have a swimsuit.  I did want to go in though. I saw that there were some old 80s style swim suits that came with the suite and thought that might be fun.

work trip

I dreamt that I was on a business trip with 3 coworkers, one being JL. I had kind of liked him and he me (or so I thought). When we arrived to the hotel, we all had to share a suite. He chose to share the bedroom with one guy and left me to share the sofa bed with the other guy. I felt uncomfortable. This other guy liked me too and was trying to get cozy with me and JL knew he would. I knew he wasn't trying to test me... but it felt wrong. This guy was nice too... was JL saying he was no longer interested? Was I to move on from that idea?  In that thought... I knew I didn't want to be with this person either.

tsunami

I dreamt that I was about to board a cruise with others.We were on another planet. A much smaller planet than Earth. People were in sort of a line, milling about, bags here and there and people staying out of the sun. There were people there that I knew and I was thinking this would be an interesting trip with this mix. An odd machine was making music. It was made out of metal and looked a bit steampunk and a bit?? old toy. It was taller than me and three people wide, kind of a beat up ball of metal. In the front were two faces. Two men from the old TV series Hee Haw, their heads were poking out of the machine. I wasn't sure if they were manipulating the actual heads to sing, or if they were metal reproductions, but it was kind of unique, kind of creepy. They were singing away though, the old songs from Hee Haw, but mixed with modern music. I guess this is how the cruise company entertained the passengers while they were waiting to get on. Then there was a rumor floating around. A tsunami was coming and it was going to destroy everything... not just the ship or the town, but the planet. People were saying their goodbyes and were upset and were giving up. I was looking at them like they were mad. We had a huge cruise ship. We would be fine. People gathered on the cruise ship to hear a man give a speech of the end...  I stalled on the stairway going up. There were window seats in different areas as you went up the stairs. It was a pretty ship inside. I saw the water start to pull away exposing the land. But it felt calming. Then the wave came. The ship rolled over three times, I flailed around holding on to the banister, but was in a good small corner of the stairs that I couldn't move around much in. The rolling stopped, we were all fine.

emotions in a box

I dreamt several sessions of dreams last night. I would wake up between each seeing the dream clearly for one second. Then the memories were gone and I was just left with residual feelings and a shape. The shape felt like a cube, like the whole dream scenario somehow fit in a cube. Like you could look through all sides of the cube and see what was going on inside and none of that happened anywhere but in that cube. Maybe that cube being the dream, or the idea or the feeling. I'm pretty sure my feelings were good. Like things I really wanted to happen were about to happen or were happening. But there was also a feeling of anxiousness. Not sure if it was .. the fear of it not happening or the excitement of something new and unknown.