Housewarming ~ 8/25/2014

I dreamed I moved into a two bedroom apartment with my best friend and two strangers. The apartment was in a complex full of college kids moving back for school in a quaint seaside town with a booming oil economy.

Things were going okay, until one of the roommates left the door open and the stereo on, and everyone decided we were having an open house party. Soon there were people everywhere. One guy started handing out recruiting flyers for Shell. I told him that, one, I was also a contractor with Shell, so I didn't need one, and two, I did not at all appreciate him handing out flyers in my home without asking our permission.

He left, but then I noticed a guy I'd been involved with years ago was lounging in one corner flirting with everyone and totally charming my best friend and roommates. I made a mental note to point out his wedding ring to them at some point, in case they'd missed it. Also, there was some sort of reality television dating game in town, as well as a pirate gathering. Real pirates, not just people in costumes. So the guys trooping into our place got steadily more difficult to deal with politely.

Then one of the new roommates whom I didn't know well came and said her dad needed to stay with us for a while. I said that was no problem. Then she said she'd gone ahead and cleared some space in my closet for his clothes. This in spite of the fact that my closet was not in the room that he'd be staying in, and that there were almost-empty closets all over the house.

I went to see what she'd moved and the answer was... Everything. All of my clothes we're gone. I asked her where she'd put them, and she kept saying, well, over there, of course, rolling her eyes and acting like I was making a big deal out of nothing. But when I'd look where she said, I'd find someone else's things, instead, or I'd find, like, three of my long sleeves shirts that I couldn't wear because it was summer, and she'd be like, see, there are your clothes, what's your problem?

I yelled at her that I'd have been happy to help find room for her father's things, even if it had to be my closet instead of one of the empty ones, but that she'd been completely in the wrong to go move all of my clothes and not tell me where they were. I heard her talking on the phone with her mom, having locked herself in the bathroom to get away from me, and telling her mom what a nightmare roommate she had.

I continued to search every closet, trying to find my clothes, threatening to either cut her face or kick her out if she didn't just put all my things back right now, and my friend kept waffling about whether she and I should have chosen the other bedroom instead of the one we were settled in, and pirates and hopeful bachelors continued to traipse in and out, and the ex continued to flirt with everyone in sight, until I woke up.

Dating Game ~ 8/22/2014

I dreamed I was trying to start dating again. The first guy I went out with was quite attractive, and he drove and fixed up these really slick and gorgeously fast cars. Our dates were going well enough until our nightmarishly (literally!) bad first kiss. His mouth tasted like vomit, there was entirely too much of his tongue for that early in the game, and I really wasn't into him enough yet to enjoy kissing him anyway. Stupid me and my needing an emotional connection to enjoy physical intimacy, even in my dreams.

The second guy was worse, though. He took me out to a wonderful Argentinian steakhouse, and ordered a perfect red wine. But when I cut myself off after one glass, he said, "You're coming home with me either way. Just get drunk if that will make it easier." Check, please!

The third guy I never actually went out with.  He wanted the location of our first date to be a surprise, but I explained that I needed to be able to drive myself there, meet him in public, and all. He got super offended that I didn't trust him, after meeting him through such a highly reputed dating website. So no first date there, and then I woke up.

TBTT#6 Geography Schmeography ~ 3/13/2012

I dreamed that on the far eastern coast of Texas, a rocky jut of land surrounded by turbulent ocean was foreign soil, both Canadian and Mexican. The limestone of its cliffs was honeycombed with shrines to la Virgen de Guadalupe, and the national anthem was O Canada, or, actually, the tune of Hail Poetry with the words to O Canada, except Hail Poetry was the melody, and the tune to O Canada was the alto line. My Dad came back and moved us all there, and we all lived happily ever after, speaking Spanish and singing Hail Canada.

Epic Fantasy Time ~ 8/19/2014

I dreamed that my sister, a cousin, and a couple of my friends were trying to find hiding places in a house in the woods. There was someone outside who was playing a game. If she found us within five minutes after coming in, she would prod us with a weapon that would shock us or hurt us somehow, but not kill us, and would also take a large amount of money away from us.

I came up with a plan to trick her. Four of us hid in a small bathroom that had a window up near the ceiling. You could see into it from farther up the slope behind the house, where she was, and we made sure parts of ourselves were visible, though we were mostly hidden. It worked. We saw that she saw us, then when she went around to come in the door, we all scattered to better hiding spots.

It actually took a few hours for a couple of my friends to come out of hiding. I think they'd fallen asleep. One of them came in from the garage eventually, and started being super huggy and snuggly, which I didn't mind because I found him quite attractive. But then another friend brought in evidence that two women, twin half-elves, had been killed in one of the sheds.  They left some sort of sweet smelling blue-green residue in the vent of the window unit air conditioner as they perished.

The only person who could have been out in the sheds was my newly snuggly friend. It turned out that he, to, was part elvish, and knew that the sisters had hidden a magic ring in my house. He had tried to get them to tell him where it was, but they wouldn't, so he killed them. Then he tried to get closer to me so he'd have the opportunity to search the house. He showed absolutely zero remorse or fear now that he'd been caught, and clearly planned to stay put and find that ring, no matter how many of us he needed to kill. I didn't give a shit about magic rings, and was completely devastated by his betrayal, so I just told him to have a blast and left.

My sister and cousin and I met up with some more cousins, and went on a helicopter tour of Scotland. It was a big, fancy helicopter that had suites and bathrooms and was basically a very posh house on rotors.  We stopped at a Walgreen's because I needed shampoo, but it took me a long time to find my brand, and while I was waiting to ask, I made friends with some folks there buying school supplies. A fifteen year old boy was talking about how his friends made fun of him because he still like to color with crayons, but he showed me some of his work, and he was an amazing artist. I told him he had a gift, and confided that I, too, loved to buy myself big boxes of crayons to color with, and how the very first thing I ever did upon opening them was put them all in rainbow order.

We left the Walgreen's and continued up into the highlands.  But we went through a sort of door into the past somewhere along the way, and found ourselves in the early 18th century, with kilted clansmen battling red-coated Englishmen here and there.  And here we were terrifying all of them with our gigantic helicopter.  We wanted to save a man and a woman named Jaime and Clair who seemed to be in trouble, and were perched atop a pillar of rock with sheer sides that only we could really get to. We landed, and there was just barely enough room for that, but we couldn't figure out how to get their horse in and out of our helicopter. Especially since it kept turning into a unicorn, then a huge bear, then back to a horse.  Then I woke up.

Life is a Cabaret ~ 8/16/2014

I dreamed I was commissioned to write a play about a bunch of cabaret girls, their catty, gossipy, back stabbing ways, and their solidarity when one of them is threatened. The story was all worked out, I just had to put it into words. Then I was going to have to coach the cast on how I imagined the lines would be delivered. This made me nervous to start with, and then I ran late. I finally delivered my manuscript, then told the director that any actresses worth their salt should be able to figure it out and bring it to life, and I quit.

I went to find my mom, and discovered that my whole family had been invited to an ex's wedding. I insisted at least me and my immediate family should go, so we made our way to North Carolina. They were having the wedding in the house they'd built, and somehow it looked just like our house in the Hill Country, except it was built of gray stone, and was sort of an open air garden, instead of a house.

The wedding was lovely, I guess. I don't really remember it. Maybe we were late. I do remember collecting mycollecting my glass of champagne for the toast, then watching the photo montage the groom's brother had put together. He'd picked the song "The Rose" for the background music, which my family had always loved to hear me sing. In fact, he'd accidentally found and used a recording of me singing it at some recital. I kept having to scold my mom for giggling about this.

We left the wedding and went to stay at my godparents' house nearby. My godparents weren't there, and some other folks we didn't know we're staying there along with us. Everything was fine until I heard a strange, ringing, scraping sound coming from the back room. I peeked around the door to see a man standing by the bed sharpening an axe. Suddenly he began to swing it around, into the walls and furniture. When his girlfriend rushed in to see what was going on, he swung it towards her. I ran from the door, and didn't see the blow land, but I heard her scream, then fall silent.

I ran and locked some doors to isolate the back of the house, but I knew that wouldn't stop him for long, because of the axe. He seemed content to trash the back of the house, though, at least for the time being. I ran out and got my car turned around, pointed toward the street for a quick getaway. One of the strangers ran from the house and begged to go with us, so I let him in the back seat, the. Went to find Mom.

She wast anywhere, not even in the locked off rooms (I checked through the windows. The. She came walking up the street from the park, and I told her to just get in the car. She kept arguing about going back inside for stuff, but I wouldn't let her, and finally we were all in the car, pulling out of the drive, just as the axe man burst out the front door.

We had to stop immediately at the stop sign just beside their driveway, and te intersection had become a huge roundabout. There were cars and pedestrians everywhere, and no matter how well I checked, I kept cutting off cars that appeared out of nowhere. Then I ran the car off the road into another yard, and couldn't get it to steer back onto the road. When I did finally get us back on track, and drove to the highway, I didn't know which way to go. We tried to get a GPS map with directions, but it kept directing us to Canada instead of Texas. Then I woke up.

Three Snippets of Dream ~ 8/6/2014

A couple of weeks ago I dreamed I lived in a snug little apartment down many dark, winding corridors, in an old, old building. I discovered that management had decided to renovate while I was out for the day, because I started finding new toilets installed in weird places. Like the middle of the dining nook. Also, the kitchen started turning bright yellow, a wall of paint or wallpaper, half a floor of tile, or a bank of cabinets a day. And I mean BRIGHT yellow. And not even the same yellow.  The wallpaper was a dandelion sort of yellow with a pale bright green and gold bamboo pattern.  The tile was a buttery golden yellow with a florescent chartreuse design. The cabinets were dark goldenrod, and the painted walls were done in sunflowers. Then a brightly polished gold tuba showed up in one corner, standing on its bell, for decoration.

A couple of nights ago I dreamed that my friends and I went out to see a show. It was Phantom of the Opera, but instead of being a musical by Andrew Lloyd Weber, it was a Wagnerian opera and Russian ballet, all in one. With full scale pirate ships.

Last night I dreamed I had a baby. When he was about six months old, the strangest thing started to happen. When he got stressed or upset, he'd jump in time and place. He'd disappear from where he was and appear somewhere else. Or he'd change from a six month old to a newborn or a fetus, or even an embryo. Or, worse, both, so that I'd be running all over the house trying to find a squirming, bloody, almost microscopic thing that I'd have to keep moist and sheltered and calm enough so that he'd return to normal. I had a dog that helped me find him when this happened. The worst was, sometimes I didn't have to find him. Sometimes I could feel that he'd relocated back inside me, which was painful, but not so bad as long as he was tiny. But I was always afraid he'd either grow back while still in me, or pop inside me at normal size, and then we'd probably both die. But I woke up before that happened.

Magic in Texas ~ 8/3/2014

I dreamed I went to an American version of Hogwarts, and in addition to being magical, I had sort of a super power. I could see spells hovering around the objects or people they were cast at. Late one night, I was out in the grounds by an old graveyard, and I could see a friend of mine trapped and hurting from a spell cast by the school bully. The spell looked like two tiny, gray Conestoga wagons ramming him in the chest. I cast spells like pillows that flew down to shield him, then engulf and disperse the wagon spells.

The school was in Texas, out in the Alpine, Marfa, Ft. Davis area, near Big Bend. I was coming home for the holidays, and stopped at a gas station for fuel and a snack and the restroom. There was a Starbucks selling some sort of wrap. I wanted a beef and rice one, but without the bell peppers, but they wouldn't special make one for me unless I bought six of them. When I got back on the road, I had to think hard about whether I needed to go east or west to get to San Antonio. The right answer was east, but I'm not used to that!

Apparently I had a summer job with CSI. We were called out to investigate a house with a bunch of people lying around non-responsive. Nick Stokes was taking their pulses, and they were waking up when he touched them. As each one stirred, he announced, "Not an angel."

After that job. I joined some friends at a Rice baseball game. Joanna told me about how Bill was her favorite True Blood vampire because he was always so quiet, and how she was using that to motivate the MOB saxophones to play softer. Then my little buddies started a contest to see who could hug me longest and hardest. So that was pretty awesome.

Then we went to explore an old abandoned warehouse, and found a space rocket. The rocket had a sort of cabinet on oys side, and I put in some of my cherished childhood toys, all shaped like birds and whales and planes. There was a model of the Southwest plane painted like Shamu, a stuffed killer whale, and a beautiful glass cockatiel. I lined them up carefully and secured them so they would fly around and break, then we launched the rocket into space. Like a child, I began to want my toys back when it was too late, but before I could really start to regret and cry, I woke up.