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[Jan. 26th, 2010|12:39 pm]
Since high school I have always believed that dreams have meaning. Sometimes what you are thinking consciously slips into unconscious and you have a dream. I believe everyone has some precognition before something happens in his or her life. A lot of the time it comes in the forms of dreams.
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|09:29 pm]
yeah, weird dream, I was apparently Ray Romano, or Barone, his/my wife certainly looked more like Patricia Heaton, but I didn't get that good a look, as it was really about him having some kind of gay love-affair with Peter Finch (as we saw him in Network, the last movie he did before he died).

I don't know what this means other than I apparently equate my talents/personality with Ray Romano...lol, but unhelpful.

It progresses into this dramedy like a messed up episode out of "Everybody Loves Raymond", where Ray/me comes to terms with his homosexuality, attraction to men, reconciling that with the typically 'macho' men he/I hangs out with at sports bars, etc. and trying to keep his/my wife from falling completely to pieces without falling apart him/myself.

Then my roommate wakes me up and I realize it's day but I am still sick, so I go back to sleep. The second dream is shorter but consists mostly of bad ass female bandits robbing a stage coach or something...then it's back to Ray/me on a bus/train(can't tell), with wife, trying to be happy for me, but obvs still hurting, going somewhere I promised to take her to "get away", meanwhile he/I'm flirting with this random attractive guy. Adam Lambert comes to mind, but that's not quite right. Generic prettyboy and goth looking, medium black hair that comes over his eyes, heavy on the eyeliner, is all I got.
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vivid dreams rock [Jan. 7th, 2010|11:50 am]

I had this dream in different perspectives, sort of like a movie.

there were grifters... )
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why do all the dreams I remember involve me with a boyfriend? :/ [Nov. 16th, 2009|05:10 pm]

It started out normally. There was this guy I liked over at my house, just hanging out with me, helping me with chores and stuff I guess because he liked me too. He kind of looked like Cory Monteith, I remember he was tall and cute lmao. I remember we were in the kitchen, he was helping me unload the dishwasher and my mom told me to take water to these stores in the mall because they needed it. I had no idea why, but she handed me a Brita pitcher and told me to fill it and then when me and the boy went out, to take it with us. Then, somehow, it shifted to me being on this big sailboat, like one of those boats in the time of pirates. Those big, old ships. We were coming out of a cave and there were ropes in the water, like angular and tight and some people standing in the water and we were supposed to pull them onto the boat. It was some birthday tradition or something and the boy was down there. But we were supposed to do it while sailing, so I had his rope. He sent a teddy bear up to me and I sent it back so he could have it, but as he was climbing and I was pulling, we sailed into a storm and somehow he got lost. All I had was the teddy bear and I cried and I cried. I felt such deep sadness, it was really intense. Then, lmao, the "captain" of the ship (who looked like Jane Lynch oddly enough) was yelling at me to buck up and that she lost the love of her life to the sea and I got so angry at her, taking her glasses off her face and broke them, tossing them into the ocean (it was really dramatic believe me). The journey home finally ended and we came to this charming little oceanside town (it looked like Avalon on Catalina Island, if that helps) and I kept looking over the side at the docks and the houses and everything, looking for this boy. But I didn't see him and that just kind of made me more sad. Once I was off everything moved to me being in my best friend's dorm, just kind of sitting. I felt like I would cry at any moment and he was just asking me if I wanted to do anything, go out or something. We ended up going to this bar that looked more like a coffeehouse than a bar but it was cozy and owned by Lissa, my mom's best friend. Then they both showed up, my mom and Lissa, and told me to go out and help them bring in Cokes to Lissa's room (Because apparently she lived there too) and we started driving somewhere and that's where I woke up.

But I woke up and still felt that really intense sadness and that was the weirdest part. :/
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|06:37 pm]

I had this dream during my nap today -.-

I was dating this baseball player. I don't know his name, or what team he was on, or even how I knew he was a baseball player but he was. I remember laying in bed with him in my old bedroom from a house that we'd moved from when I was 15. We were talking and enjoying each other's company and he left. I followed and it led me to a hallway where other girls were sitting and waiting. They were either standing or sitting, whatever, but they all looked sad and scared. There was another door next to the one that I'd come out and one by one girls would disappear in there. I sat and wondered what was going on until my mom's best friend came in and explained to me that the girls were being tortured by members of the baseball team (their own boyfriends) and sometimes killed. I sobbed, crying that I didn't want to die and she just comforted me, kept saying that it was going to be okay. I was one of the last girls to go in and it looked exactly like my parent's (being my mom and stepdad) bedroom, except a bit bigger. I remember looking in the mirror at their vanity and seeing a lot of make up under my eyes and my hair all in my face (I haven't worn make up in months). My boyfriend was there, wielding a chef's knife told me to take off my shirt. He kind of chased me around the room with it and got my back with it (I remember the tip being pushed into my back but not like being stabbed, just the tip, and him dragging the blade across my back a couple time) before I woke up.
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zombie apocalypse [Nov. 5th, 2009|09:21 am]

I believe this started out as me "going to see" Zombieland, which I haven't seen yet IRL. It turned into me running from zombies and meeting up with Woody Harrelson on some creepy back road. We ended up being holed up in a wing of a hospital with a bunch of other people. We survived there for a couple of months without being bothered, but all of a sudden, one of the women that was with us ran outside. Somehow she was able to communicate with the zombies and they didn't touch her. We found out that they were putting together a plan to burn down the hospital so we would run out. We had to think on our feet, so we made a break for the pickup truck outside. The zombies were all over it, but we fought them off somehow and drove off. We drove for a while until we eventually came to a survivor camp of sorts.

That was when I woke up and freaked out a little bit. I couldn't go back to sleep for a while, but when I did, the dream sort of continued. Instead of a bunch of strangers, I was there with my family and my five-year-old sister. We were in the desert, I guess the zombies couldn't survive there? My parents had volunteered to help arrange something in the camp, so I was taking a tour with my sister. The tour guide informed us all about the camp, and then we came to a big ditch that had skeletons at the bottom. He told my sister that this was the child offering spot, and that all the children were supposed to put a toy in and pay respects to the dead children. She ended up throwing all her toys in, even though I had told her that she didn't have to and the man was just crazy, and then she cried and cried. I had to climb down in the ditch to get her toys back, and when I got to the top, my parents were there. I explained everything to them and we decided that we were going to try to leave because all the people at this camp were completely insane.

And then I woke up. OH BOY.
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|07:12 pm]

i don't remember much. i know at some point i was on an electric bus with my mom and she was really pleased that it was electric.

the big thing that i remember is that i was at work, behind the cash register and my mom was there and this guy that i met over the summer and have only seen twice since meeting, came in. the history with him is, well, he's cute and i had a crush on him for a while until he told me he didn't want a relationship due to some drama with his last one a month prior. so he comes into my work and smiles at me and we're talking, me my mom and him, behind the register. my mom is about to leave and he just pulls me over towards him and he hugs me. he's a good amount taller than me, so i remember looking up at him and he just smiles down at me and then kisses me. just very sweetly, like, i don't know as if we'd been dating. sigh, of course thats when i woke up.

idk it's been bugging me :/
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strange [Oct. 10th, 2009|02:53 pm]


Last night I dreamt that I was hanging out with Rico from Hannah Montana. We were at Hersheypark, which is where I worked this summer as a sweeper. For some reason, the backs of my hands were sliced open, right at the wrist. They weren't bleeding or anything, but the cuts were deep enough that I could see blood and tendons and perhaps some bone? I don't remember feeling pain, I just kept reminding myself over and over that as long as I could still wiggle my fingers, I was okay. Rico and I kept trying and failing to get to the sweeps office, because I thought my supervisors could help me somehow. Every path we tried failed for one reason or another. The last one I remember was trying to jump the fence behind the security guard's booth, right near gate 4 (which is where we clock in and out) but when we finally got over, the entrance was blocked. And I think I woke up here because I don't remember anything else. :\
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[Oct. 4th, 2009|11:02 pm]
Dreams are a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as oneirology dreamology.
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