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Farm, sabotage, tea

I was in my neighborhood, but it was more rural than suburban. The family (not my family, we were like a clan) came back in after an exhausting day, ready to wind down. Everyone was watching TV (I was watching some super old Chinese movie) when suddenly one of the clansmen burst into the door exclaiming, “The wheatfields are being destroyed!” We all whip out our phones and it’s true! I keep tapping furiously on the phone to replant the areas that are being obliterated by our enemy. I hop up out of my seat, look at the male leader (a bulky, able guy with dark hair and facial hair wearing red plaid and jeans) and say assertively, “Let’s go!” One of the others continue to mobile-replant the fields while 3 or 4 of us total race out. We run past my car and I lament that we can’t use it because something’s wrong with the wheels. And the leader (my boyfriend? business partner? I dunno) runs past his pickup lamenting that we can’t use his either because it’s not drivable yet. We race to the 4 way stop and stop because the leader points to a large sheep and tells someone to get it off the train tracks before it derails a train. I start towards it, but it wanders off on its own. We turn right at the intersection and while running, I note that there’s a big goat off to the side. Then we see red robot floating lazily towards us. I run up, give it a good WHACK and hold onto it tight. It was more than likely what was busy destroying our fields.

We continue until we get into a small house near the fields. Inside we’re crammed in with 3 other people. Everyone is inspecting something on the table, gravely. Our enemy is seriously trying to thwart us. I’m still hanging onto the robot because with it we can prove that the enemy has been targeting us. Same with whatever was on the table. The situation is serious, indeed, and so the leader picks it up and we take it home. I insist that only the leader or I touch anything because when the police come to take fingerprints, the less there are, the less complicated it will be. Together we make an educated guess as to whom these implements belong to. It’s someone we know well because the thing on the table was apparently part of a set bought at Costco during a celebration. It’s a sad day when we realize the perpetrator.

There was another dream about a mall, family, waiting for the family, wandering around the mall, driving out to look for food and them coming back. Then when they’re finally done shopping, I tell them I want to go get food, but it’s so late (9pm) I wasn’t sure who was still open in the mall. I wanted Dairy Queen, but my mom wanted to go to a Japanese place. She came in the tiny place and ordered a tofu soup. Since we were there, I ordered a tea and something to eat. We have to climb way up onto these really tall stools to eat right at the glass counter. My tea had a hair in it, but I didn’t want to be annoying, so I drank it anyways.


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Crane game, house, sewing, Mother, procedure, lion

It’s been a while since I’ve logged an entry. I’ve had other vivid dreams, just never got around to typing them because I’m too lazy. Some involving computers, nuns, catastrophe and co-worker E.

I was in a dark house. It’s a rather blocky place, the walls brick and the floors both wood and green carpet. I was supposed to create the place (clearly, DQB2 inspired) but I hadn’t been back in a while. All of the sudden, I realized that I had to finish it! I surveyed the floorplan and created 2 crane games with the myriad of items I had in my possession. Super proud of myself for such a creative way of emptying my pockets, and making the crane game one that wouldn’t be a rip off (it cost $1 to play). Then I descended to the main foyer and my workers were all morose and depressed. Turned out I hadn’t had the spark in me for a while and had been neglecting them! Plus, there was a deadline because She was coming soon! I decided to right my wrongs and set up the 2 desks I had towards the far wall. Immediately, my people jumped on them and started working on their costumes. There were some words of inspiration and encouragement and I could feel the happiness return to the place. I had left over in my pockets 2 folding tables, so I set them down in front of the others and voila, 2 more workers hopped on as design and operations. I was feeling really good. It was bustling, busy and how it was supposed to be. That’s when I caught sight of something dropped on the floor. I picked it up and it turned out to be a small model of a praying mantis/ Scyther. Nostalgia washed over me because I had made this when my business was fledgling. It was a small scale costume. I wanted to do it. To make it. Myself. I ran outside to the coat closet (Like, outside, outside). The property was this massive horse-ranch-type place. It was fall, gorgeous and a bunch of girls were hanging around my closet/shed. I went through the coats hanging in there and decided I couldn’t cut into my favorite coats and jackets, but found some old ones that I would allow me enough fabric to accomplish what I needed! Brown, segmented jacket, bright green long coat…Perfect! I took them back inside and was suddenly aware that my mom might be upset at me for cutting up perfectly good pieces of clothing, so I rolled them up into a ball. And it was a good thing I did because when I entered the house, her messenger was there to tell me my mother wanted to see me.

I walked into the foyer, past my workers and into the uber busy main portion of the home where my parents ran their empire. Being so crowded, I caught a glimpse and heard her call my name, but pretended to not hear and then went into a nearby room to escape her. I went through 2 different sections and even started trying to run, but she ran faster and caught up to me. I pretended that I’d been looking for her because her messenger told me she’d wanted to see me. Mother would never think poorly of me because I was her star adopted child (she was some short white, blonde lady wearing a blue business suit dress). She told me she had some important business to discuss with me regarding my father (her ex-husband, so adoptive father) and that she wanted me to meet with her biological daughter for business reasons. I rolled my eyes inwardly because it seems she was trying to rope me into some business scheme I definitely didn’t want to be involved with. Also, I’d never met her daughter before. How I became her adopted daughter, I can’t remember. She probably had met me once, had a great experience and decided to adopt me for my talents. It’s not like I could denounce it all because she was the funding for the house, my family and my creative projects. Turned out she wanted to find out more about what her ex-husband had been gifting her children. He had decided to give the twin boys (10 or 12 in age, also blonde) king sized beds as a gift and Mother was morally opposed to such things. He hadn’t been able to get in contact with me to give me anything, and Mother was ranting to me as we walked about the negative ethical reasons on having such large beds at a young age. I, personally, thought it was a complete waste of money for children to have such large beds, but who cares, it’s just a bed and these people were super rich. We make it to one of her secretaries’ desks (Minh Tuyet) and the jovial people there suddenly jump to attention. They give Mother a report of what’s going on and as they’re conferring about appointments and business matters, I turn to one of the others there (I have a good relationship with most of the workers) and we exchange funny eye communication. When I was sure she wasn’t paying attention to us, I start telling the worker about the whole bed thing and how I’m only allowed to have a twin bed because I’m not old enough AND I’m single. We both share a big eyeroll together. When I turn around, Mother has left and given the messenger directions to bring me to wherever she wants me to go while she takes care of something. The messenger and I share good natured conversation while she leads me to the destination. Suddenly, I see notification lights everywhere, from Mother calling for assistants to pick up the comm lines, but I don’t see anyone around, so we just ignore it and continue on our way.

It suddenly jumps back to the crane game. I’m there with my real mother, nephew and his father. My mom is trying it out and it really is easy to play just like I designed it. My mom aims for a sport bra and ends up with something else instead, but she’s happy. My nephew wants to try and ends up snagging a bag of stuff he doesn’t need, so we put it back and give him another go. This time he snags a Pikachu toy and his dad and my mom all exclaim in excitement. I want to try too, so I do but I miss. Some other people play and then I try again and miss again. How in the world…my own game… I decide we should go to the other crane game and here my brother is playing. It’s the older of the 2 crane games and I see major flaws in the building of the room. Access is nigh impossible! I jump down to fix it and when it’s my turn to try the game, I FAIL AGAIN.

Then some crazy thing about a seaside place and chasing bad guys in an armored truck. Eventually it turns into a foot chase and I catch the guy. He’s smaller than me, older like middle age, a small scraggly beard around his mouth and upper lip and black hair. Not skinny and not fat. That’s when he spews profanity and curses at me. I’m much bigger than him so I grab him with my hands and drag him over to the water. Still spouting nasty things, I shove his head in the water to shut him up. This needs to end and fast. I try to squeeze his neck but I can’t because my hands are too small to get good purchase, plus it’s an awful way to kill somebody on account of the duration of time. Moreover, speed will prevent him from escaping me, so I twist his neck. I can feel the bones and cartilage slide over each other as I twist and he dies with a crunch and a pop. All in front of his son. It’s not a good feeling, but it needed to be done in the remote fishing village. He was an awful blight upon the world. My mission ia complete. I turn away and…

…end up in the dungeon-like basement of Mother’s house (think DQB2 flagstone and castle wall blocks). The messenger has succeeded in bringing me where I needed to go. A woman comes out of a room and says, “The daughter? Are you the daughter?” We both say yes and she beckons me into the room. It’s an medical exam room. I’m chattering away at her, good naturedly, but she’s impatient to get me onto the table. I guess they’re on a tight schedule. I tell her this and that and she keeps telling me over and over to get all the way on the table. I kick off my shoes and when I ask what she’s going to do, she says she needs to check and treat me for ulcers. I’m like, “Ulcers? I have ulcers?” She nods gravely. When I ask her how they’re going to remove ulcers, she says, “Just lay down.” I don’t remember taking off my clothes, but now I’m not wearing clothes and she’s looking at my skin with a strange magnifying device that allows her and me to see very closely. I lay there and wonder if she can see through my skin with it, when she says, what’s this. I look at the screen and it’s just a mole on my skin. She proceeds to pull it out with tweezers and it turns out to be a maggot/worm. Whoa. What? Is that what’s causing the ulcers? That’s when she notices that I’m covered in red welts. Itchy ones. She starts marking them and I say, oh it’s probably hives. They’re everywhere, though and increasing in number and I say, “Ah, that’s right, mosquito bites!” She doesn’t believe me and that’s when Mother comes into the room. She’s delighted that I’m getting a medical exam (I guess I was recently adopted?) but is worried with the onset of all the red bumps. I start telling them the show I watched on TV called The Monsters In Me how these people in South Africa had maggots in them from flies laying eggs on line-dried sheets that were not ironed. Suddenly a lioness jumped on the glass door to the room, knocking it off its hinges and onto Mother. The lioness went to chase someone else, but I yelled to Mother to block the whole doorway with the door so it doesn’t come in!

That’s when I woke up.

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uncle, house, hiding, hawk, capture

I was watching some VN artists on TV and then it switched to real-life. Nguyen Hung was cooking on a portable flat top and putting the dishes out for the people at the table in this venue. He wasn’t doing a terribly nice job, but was all smiles for the camera. It kept flipping to different “clips” that I’d “seen on YouTube” and I told my mom,  look, these are the full videos of those clips we saw in the past! Apparently they do exist. Then I was watching one where it was of a smaller jungle-village with subpar modern amenities. All of the sudden, everyone was running away to hide because they were trying to capture all of the Vietnamese. I was with them. The dumb part is that most of us ran over to the storage house. I was one of the last ones in and since everyone else had taken all the hiding places, I took my place “collapsed” on the right side of the wall where the large, orange curtain/screen/gel barrier connected with the ground. I guess 2 people needed to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the others. There was no time to think about it because the enemy had arrived. Everyone was dead quiet and still. My thoughts kept turning towards my hawk and my dog, but like before, there was no time to dwell because I could hear the enemy searching. They called out to us to give up. I just lay on the ground next to the wall, my feet pressed up against the translucent barrier (at least on our side). Through it, I saw to my dismay, a woman coming up to it. She kept talking to us, telling us to give up. It was weird, though, that she couldn’t see through the thing. She pressed against it, she shoved it, she tried to push her way in (right in front of me, of course). I pushed back with all my might, but she managed to find the edge of the barrier/curtain and stuck her hand in to feel around. I swore up and down that she could see me, but she oddly could not. I had to keep my feet pressed against her continued efforts to push the barrier inwards, so I could not move, but I knew we were screwed. She felt my leg, my belly and then my boobs. As she was molesting my boob, she said, “Oh, that’s a nice boob,” as if she was confused. I guess it was warranted because I didn’t belong with the rest of the villagers who are small, thin people. Soon after, they broke their way in and everyone was captured. I was defeated and scared. I guess my defeated acting was so good, they didn’t even bother to secure my hands. I picked up the box with my hawk in it and slowly trudged to the military vans they were going to secure us in. I heard one say to the other, “Keep an eye on her lest she try to escape.” Another responded, “Nah, she won’t try anything.” I was emboldened by the first one who seemed to know who I was, and even moreso by the second one’s lack of confidence in my abilities. I waited until they had dropped their guard and then freed my hawk (which was much much bigger than they thought it was) and grabbed onto its feet. “FLY! FLY!” I yelled and it took off with me hanging on.

Now I’m at “my house.” It’s pretty much empty because I’m trying to sell it. The house itself was very narrow (longways), pressed up against a mountain with only a small, shared alley between it and the sheer mountainside. The rooms are expansive, just shallow. The neighborhood is nice. There’s one lady whom I meet at the bus stop where nice neighbors have set up couches, a large, fancy canopy and a plush floor for the kids and other residents. She is new to the area and laments that she really, really wants to buy a house there. I tell her excitedly that I’m about to put my house on the market! She says, “Really?!” and I say, yah! Cue my uncle who also wants to buy my house. I take him on a tour of the place and tell him that it’s too big for me, because I only use the office, the bedroom and the kitchen. You can see him planning where he’d put his stuff. He starts telling me that other houses close by are bigger and I say, yeah, but I like it small. I go on to explain that I was going to replace the carpet with hardwood, but I didn’t have enough time. That’s when I notice the large damage in the wall. He doesn’t, busy planning to have floor installers come in and replace things. I nod and smile and try to figure out how I’m going to repair the wall.

Then I wake up.

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Spiders, party, cat

I was traveling to my paternal grandmother’s home. I walked up the hill, trying to avoid all the driving cars and dodging the parked ones. I guess there was supposed to be a party? I get inside and the house is nothing like I remember it. It’s much more modern and new dark hardwood floors. We hang out there for a bit, and I realize that there are lots of spiderwebs both inside and out. I randomly come up with an “ingenious” plan to utilize the 2 largest spiders for some purpose (either a competition, an academic project or as a present? I’m not sure). They are 2 dangerous species and horribly large. The bigger one is brown with black markings on its back and the smaller one is also brown, but less aggressive. The intimation is there that they are venomous spiders. So I’m basically raising these things in a controlled way when suddenly someone comes running up the stairs to tell me that the spider got out and is going crazy. I race down and see, to my horror that the bigger of the 2 has settled to making a massive web on the red couch. It’s moving at the speed of crazy. The other one has made a web too, but in a corner. I don’t know what to do because it’s huge (size of my hand) and scary and MEAN. It sees me and starts acting aggressively, running around so fast I’m screaming, terrified it’s going to get on me. I hate killing large bugs, especially spiders and am instantly repentant about removing them from their native homes.

Something happens to them and now I’m invited to a party. It’s in the basement and I realize that it’s a birthday party for my ex. Why in the world was I invited and why did I come? I have NO CLUE. One partygoer whom I haven’t seen in a while asks excitedly, “So, how long have you two been together now???!?!?!?!” I look at her and say, “We broke up over 2 years ago.” Her face falls and she says, “Oh.” I just stand around trying to avoid looking at him and he pretends I don’t exist. I’m only there to be nice at that point. It’s very awkward. I leave and end up at my grandma’s house again. People are telling me excitedly to “go see what they got you!” I’m worried that with all the smiling faces around that they found my spider friend and are trying to give it to me. I’m so done being scared of that thing. My sister pulls me out and my brother in law hands me a medium sized box. “I DON’T WANT IT,” I wail miserably, but I snap to attention when his face looks hurt. I inspect the box again and there’s a cat inside! My brother in law says, “Happy birthday!” (my birthday was months ago) and I’m so excited. He is also holding a cat, so I guess they decided to get themselves and cat and got me one too. Mine is black and white and theirs is orange. I put her back in the box and carry her down the scary steps in front of my grandma’s house, while trying to let Gable smell her and get used to her. She bats at him, but he’s just interested in her. There’s a fear in me that he’ll kill her, but seeing them interact, they familiarized themselves almost instantly. I give him the command to come (he’s not on a leash) and focus on not dying as I make my way down the steps to my car.

Then I wake up because the real Gable has dropped a gas bomb in my room.

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Work/school, shopping, finger/time travel/assassin, hot springs, bamboo

This is why naps are dangerous for me. They result in strange dreams that are oddly real.

I was traveling down an old road from my childhood, Buford road. I knew that going down far enough would take you to a church which has a preschool my mom used to work at. So we’re driving and then all of the sudden I crash the car and roll out (Ghost Recon style). I’m trying to stay low to avoid detection, but it’s hard because we’re high up on the slope and they’re down with no vegetation in the way, so we’re sitting ducks. I make my way down and I realize that it’s not a church and a preschool at all, it’s a spa. The spa building is to the right and the rest of the place is one huge hot spring type of place, surrounded by bamboo. I don’t think they’re open yet, but after some recon, I decide they’re not the enemy at all. The lady there is very friendly and invite me and the guys to bask in the relaxation of the water. They do, eagerly, leaving me to watch the lady work. She’s not old but not young. Relatively attractive, but I don’t really care about that. She wanders off to do something else, and I sit there in the peace of the place, taking it all in. The “hot spring” is interesting. I’m in the open side of it, closer to the road. There are trees dividing it from other properties, but it’s open air. It’s rather cool, but the sun is warm on my skin. I watch the birds and bunnies frolic and as it starts to get chillier, I think about joining my guys in the interior portion. Before I go, I watch the bunnies, which are apparently cold too, jump into a shallow hot spring pool and chillax in it. I dip my hand in and it’s very comfortable, so I follow the little stream/creek into the trees and come upon the pool. It’s very natural. The water comes up to my neck and in the non-hot spots it’s cold and rapidly churning like, well, rapids. A guy is in one of the hot pools, so I make my way over to sit in it too.

Now I’m in the spa building. The lady  is doing some bamboo work with cutting them and shaping them. I offer to help because I used to play with bamboo when I was young too, and have never been able to work with such large green poles before. She says no, so I just watch. Suddenly something happens and we’re being infiltrated. My guys are not with me. I retreat to a safer point to watch for the enemy. Stuff happens and now we need to escape. The lady gets sucked into some dimension. I prepare to follow. It’s like a limbo dimension. Not very large, but I see 4 cells. One of them is broken and I see her. Her name is Hina, or Rina or Rita. I call for her and find her in a small cell that looks more like a storage room with another guy. He’s been stuck there for much longer than her. She’s sitting on a stool, unsure of what to do and he’s raving and ranting at the cell door. I ignore him and reach my hand in to try and help her. She doesn’t move. I yell her name again because time is running out. She gets up to come towards me and then a blast dents the door. Now we can’t open it even if we try. The place is collapsing and I get stuck under some debris. Rina tells me to stick out my finger. I do with my free hand, though I cant feel it. She tells me to focus on that finger! Focus! I do with all my might and begin to feel it. I look up at her face and then now I’m back in the spa. Without her. Assassin stuff happens after that.

My mom is shopping. I’m bringing her. There are two stores together, Walmart and another store whose name I forget now. We walk into the other store and I say to my mom, “I thought you wanted to go to Walmart?” She said she still does, but she wants to look here first. I look around and we need to sign up for a member card to get the prices in this grocery store. I don’t know if she wants to buy anything here, so I don’t get one right away, but as it turns out, she does. She finds a big pack of toilet paper on sale for only $3.99 with card! I can’t deny it’s a good deal, so while she happily looks for other deals, I decide to go sign up for a card. Of course, when I want to get one, the line is crazy long, but it’s moving fast and finally it’s my turn. I go to the side where there is a table set up and see my name on one of the documents. I ask the lady if this is the paper to sign up and she said, it’s for the credit card. I ask for the member one, and she hands me a book. On the table is a large keyboard. She says, as I flip through the book to look for an empty sheet, the keyboard is a neato way to enter your information. The keys are like a keyboard. I tell her the book is full, so she gives me a new one and turns to help someone else. I’m totally into this neato way of entering information, so I read the instructions which is to hold the edge of the book up to the keyboard. It beeps to signal success and I put the book up on the stand and start hitting keys. Unfortunately it’s really hard to do. The keys are so soft that it keeps entering numbers in multiple times. After some error, I decide to just put it in by hand with pen. Saddening.

Now I’m at work. But I’m at my computer writing a paper. However, I’m goofing off instead of doing what I’m supposed to do. On my phone, browsing sites, watchign videos of people jumping from cars onto their apartment balcony from traffic, chatting online. I’d already written a paper. The teacher, my boss, is saying stuff and I don’t hear a lick of it. It’s quiet as we’re supposed to be doing our work. I’m lounging because I’m over-confident in my abilities, then I decide, as the time ticks down, I need to focus. It’s 4:19 when I find a book I’ve wanted to read (called the Jade–something). I’m excited to read the rest of the book and not just the part necessary for the paper, when I realize that I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing. I whisper to my coworker/fellow student and ask what we’re supposed to be doing and she is irritated because she’s seen what I’d been doing. She tries to tell me, but the teacher yells out that there’s very little time left, only 30 minutes on the clock. Coworker hisses for me to look on the syllabus and I do. OMG. I am NOT prepared! I’ve been working on the WRONG assignment! I immediately regret all of my shenanigans and scramble to do it. I can still do it. I’m an ace student. I’m sweating, though. I hadn’t even read the text yet. Anxiety climbs, regret laughs, and–

–I wake up. Because it’s TWO HOURS after when I usually get up. I hate naps. I was up since 6am before these dreams. Good thing it’s a holiday today.


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Bears, Bike, Girls

I was walking down a wooded, rural road. It’s late afternoon. As I’m walking I see a brown bear mom in the road. I turn around to look at cars and when I look back, I don’t see her anymore. Continuing along, I see a cub a short time later who looks like it’s having a hard time finding its mom. Some people are there to help from the wildlife group and some game wardens, so I go on my way and then I see another one later on the other side of the road. By now, I don’t want to get stuck in any bear mom and baby drama, so I run. I run until I’m at the river boundary between relative city (it’s a rural place) and true rural area. I continue across to the dirt road when I start having trouble moving because this landowner blocks off the road. I climbed over one and then he closes the other end too. While I’m thinking in my head why they would grant property to a home that spanned the road, the old farmer man told me I can hop over the second metal gate if I want. Some other person/dog/animal tried before me and tripped over it because it was too tall. I told him, nevermind, and returned the way I came.

Back at the boundary area, I mill around a bit unsure of what to do next. I know of the two routes that the old man had showed me to continue to my destination, but I’m indecisive and I figure it’s a bit dangerous to go by myself too, unfamiliar with the area and terrain. Then two unfamiliar girls in their early twenties ride up on their bikes. Though unfamiliar to me, one–the nicer one–recognizes me and stops to ask me if I’m okay. I tell her my problem and she informs me that there are only 2 ways to get to the destination. I tell her, yeah, I know. The longer route on this side of the river and the shorter but more dangerous route on the other side just before the closed off gate. She nods and asks me if I want to go with them. I light up but before I can respond, the not-so-nice-one who has been off a distance from us and fuming that her friend even knows and is talking to me says, “You can’t. She doesn’t even have a bike.” I perk up and say that, actually, I do. And walk over to a large rock and roll out my bike. I explain that I’d just been putting all of the panniers on it. There was even a bell tied (think round Christmas bells) around it warn others I’m coming. My familiar is very happy and looks over my bike for me, asking what panniers are. Mean-girl rolls her eyes big time and says, “You can mess around here, but I’m going ahead.” Nice-girl exclaims and I warn that it’s dangerous to go alone especially now that it’s dark. Mean-girl scowls, but thinks about it and says that maybe she’ll find a house to stay the night. She rides off. I shrug and friendly-girl proceeds to help me pump up the tires with my handy foot pump because for the life of me I can’t figure out why it won’t work.

We figure it out eventually and bike tires are pumped, but now it’s way too dark. I’m honestly glad and tell her that because if they’d gone when they’d planned, they’d be stuck in the dark forest right now. She smiles and says she thinks we can ask Richard, a guy that was trying to help us earlier if we can stay the night. Apparently helping means giving us a bunch of sheets so we can sleep on the ground near our bikes. When we wake back up, mean-girl is there again except not as mean. Looks like she took the advice and didn’t go on her own after all. For some reason it’s all up to me to fold all the sheets and I’m having a hard time with the fitted ones. I open up my seat pannier and show nice-girl how much room is in it. I keep a thin, fuzzy blanket (looks suspiciously like Liana’s pink blankie) in there just in case and there’s room for whatever else. She really likes the idea and seems like she’s going to invest in some once we reach the destination. I’m still drowning in bed sheets when–

–I wake up.

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Lion, flowers, waxing shop

Flowers. Lots of white flowers everywhere. That’s what I saw and subsequently remembered as I looked through an old photo album. It was of my mom’s oldest aunt’s husband’s memorial service. White flowers galore in the fields, up and down the glass elevator tower (underground evil lair style), shaped into humans like a museum, and everywhere in Arlington Cemetery. I looked back fondly on it, recalling a particular memory. And that memory…

…saw us in a car. The 3 of us siblings were small again in the backseat of the sedan being driven away after the memorial service. There were lots of cars related to the service leaving and I watched drama unfold from my 3rd person vantage point. Out behind us had been a large car towing a carriage. It was driving very quickly and all of the sudden the carriage unhooked from it and careened off to a side road parallel to the main road. Someone started spraying bullets at it and tongues of flame jumped from the now flat and open carriage onto the surrounding area. No one else seemed to notice for care and I’m sitting there trying to figure out how to call 911 to put out the flames, when I see a lion has broken free of its cage. A man stands up and starts cracking a whip at it, but it’s not working. The lion is absolutely massive! The entire carriage has come to a rest and it now fully engulfed in flames. The man who is dressed in old-style Indian soldier garb, complete with scimitar and turban, rushes over to the car which is sitting in lots of traffic. He tries to open the back door where my young siblings and I are still strapped in and everyone just sits there. He’s desperately trying to get in and the lion is stalking up to him from behind. Traffic starts to move and so does the car, so we don’t know what happens to him. I work out in my head that technically we could have saved him if the kids all scooted over a bit, but oh well.

Now I’m watching the car drive through a shady part of town. It’s dusk and a bit rainy out. We get to a small green store and I go in. Turns out it’s a waxing parlor. All the workers are young and super excited about everything. They sing a song Disney style except with naked people and when it’s over, they come over to a table, all smiles, and proceed to do something unspeakable to an infant lying there. I’m appalled and my mom who happens to be there puts a stop to it. I throw my voice in there too and the workers just stare at us, like, why are you a bunch of prudes? But they stop and walk away. My mom and I put the baby back in a diaper and I hold her, hoping my calmness will stop her from crying. It works, so I sit her on the table and we ask her questions. I’m astonished to hear this infant use actual words to speak to us, because my nephew who is 20 months doesn’t speak much at all yet. I give her to my mom because a large green container against the wall looks interesting. I walk over and look inside. I’m beginning to think waxing parlor is synonymous with sex shop. I don’t see who’s inside, but there are a couple vials inside. I take one, not sure what to do with it, when a male voice inside says to me, bored and exasperated at the injustice of his line of work, “It’s not fair. You always get to see mine. I’d like to see yours (meaning female bits) sometime too.” I laugh and promise him what when I’m finished and come back, that I’ll allow him that pleasure. He doesn’t seem to believe me, like he’s heard that before. I close the lid and start to ponder how I’m going to go through with my promise because I’m definitely going to honor my promise to him.

Then I start to watch a music video on TV

And I wake up.

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Family, kitten, illness

It all started in the townhouse which was strangely, sparsely furnished. Some stuff and drama happen about moving.

Soon, though, we were ushered out and towards a large, new complex/facility because something bad was happening to the world and we had contacts. As soon as we arrived, though, bad news met us: my brother in law had fallen seriously ill and was unconscious and bedridden. I think he was instrumental in allowing us to come to the safehouse. His family was there too. My sister was being a busybody and I don’t know if my nephew was even in the picture. A lot of worrying happened and then news came that he had stabilized, but wouldn’t be waking up soon. Then the layout of the place changed. I was still exploring this place that seemed to come out of science fiction. It was absolutely massive. I wandered over to the large room where they’d placed my brother in law now. He was on a bed and surrounded by very large computers and hookups. I was more interested in the fact that the room was covered by a large glass dome. You couldn’t tell where the room ended  until you walked right up to the glass, when finally you could see the supports holding up the glass. It was kind of awesome to feel like rain would fall on your head and know that it wouldn’t. I see animals everywhere out there and walk up to the edge to look. 3 cats and something else. I tried to point at someone outside to go look at the cat huddled up against the glass, but they couldn’t see me very well. I walked up to a little black one and pretended to pick it up. Lo and behold! It was on the inside!

I picked it up like a hamster and it was little and cute and trying out its little claws on my skin and suddenly my cousins have surrounded me and I talk about this kitten and how it got in. After a while, I hear a commotion and it’s probably time to eat. I should have been helping my mom cook for the family, but instead had been goofing off for too long. On my way upstairs I see that more cousins have arrived. One of them waves at me and I say hi and as I move to go upstairs, he reaches out and squeezes my boob. I pretended it didn’t happen, trying to convince myself that it was a mistake and the hallway was dark, but it was an awkward and gross feeling. I go up to the dining area and choose the table away from the main table. I start scooping mac-n-cheese onto my plate and think about the kitten again. Then they’ve changed the layout again.

My sister announces that my brother in law has awoken and we all get up to go say hi, but–

–I wake up to a siren and realize I’ve overslept 20 minutes!!!

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Friends, car, enemy, priests, co-workers, animal, bathroom

I think I was in a movie where I was one of the stars or at least the main character group. We were on a special mission. The large squad was driving our armored cars on the route I take to work. It was summer. Just as we were turning at a light up a hill, a massive quadcopter chupped up above us all and the machine transformed so that we could see the 2 operators inside. It was the arch nemesis! The crazy lady! She broadcast her evil plan loudly and then laughed maniacally as the quadcopter flew away. Our mission was set! We all had to try and contain the infection she intended to spread all over the area. The entire team split up and raced off to their destinations to help cover more ground faster. I took my partner and me up the road just a little (it wasn’t a busy suburb anymore, but farm land) and turned down a dirt road where I knew a small rural settlement was. The chance was a bit smaller that she’d infect them, but I had to check because I was responsible for this particular zone. We ride up in our big SUV and it turns out that they were blissfully unaware and were having a festival. I assume it was for the Lunar New Year, given all the Asian stuff being sold there. Our vehicle was too large, but no one batted an eye, so we just “patrolled” like it was routine. As I suspected, there was no evidence of any infection, so we left.

Then, all of the sudden I was walking through a mall. It was getting dark and I was still doing my duty as protector of the area. Nothing really suspicious was going on, but I came upon a very small school-like operation where they were selling stuff as a fundraiser for their group. This group belonged to a friend of mine that I’d never met in person because he’s all the way on the other side of the country. I looked through their stuff and wow, they were really cute! Plushies and neato things, but the price tag was ridiculous. I know they were trying to spin a profit but doggone if I was going to pay $73.99 for a turtle plushie. I just smiled, pretending to consider, and then trying to distract them by asking what the guy was drawing.

Then I had to get up and let Gable out to the bathroom

Now I was in a neighborhood. It was sunny. I kept driving back and forth and back and forth and seeing a setup in front of a house about using corn ethanol as car fuel. The last time I drove by to go somewhere, there were 4 nuns with boxes asking for donations and demonstrating how to create baking soda out of almonds. It was getting dark and I happened to be walking by this time. The 4 nuns were now 4 priests, but not just any priests…dark priests. You knew they were dark because their cossacks were a deep purple. Each priest had an animal affiliation. Something bad happened and now I was in  building. There had been a murder or something atrocious and I was standing in front of the scene of the crime. With the lights on, the room wasn’t particularly exciting, just stone walls, some torches, stone floors, some wooden chairs. The priests seemed innocent, just doing their religious normal. We all left and stood in front of the room. Someone turned off the lights of the room to save energy and there was a group of 5 standing with me there. I had my headlamp on, because I guess I was an investigator? The 5 people were probably my coworkers, but where just shadowy, detail-less entities, except one of them who was my newest co-worker. She asked me if I noticed anything weird and how the investigation was going. I happened to look into the dark room with my headlamp shining and realized something crazy! I told E to look into the room with me (trying to shine around the others who were standing still and blocking the way) and when I moved my headlamp around, the light would reflect a shining purple on images on the stone wall. There was also a suspect lectern in the corner! The large shining image was that of a wolf-head!!! Gosh darn that was one of the priests’ affiliation animals!!! They flipped the light back on and restarted the investigation, closing the door this time. I suspected that there would be more murders in each of the priests’ respective ritual chambers.

But for now, I needed to go pee, so I opened the door and closed it behind me. There on the floor was either a sloth or some such animal crawling on the floor. It snagged it’s claw on my foot which hurt a lot, but it was just a cute animal. Unbeknownst to me, it was one of the priests in animal form… I popped into the bathroom and sat down and peed on the toilet (I hate bathroom dreams). As I was going, I see the claw of the animal reaching under the door and trying to lift the door up. Now I was getting freaked out, but I couldn’t stop peeing! It squeezed it’s body under the door and reaching maliciously out towards me (still peeing). I FREAKED OUT, but couldn’t stop peeing. I was almost done, but it was also mostly in the small bathroom!! Finally I yelled for someone and someone opened the door just as I had jumped up off the toilet and trying to pull up my underwear. When the door was opened, the creature pretended to be innocent and harmless again.

–That’s when I jolted awake because I was late.

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Mouse, driving, cars, light, gift shop

First, there was some really action packed dreaming dealing with statues, jumping from high places, hiding, escaping and possible fighting.

I was driving around, trying to relocate a rat or a mouse I’d found in the bathroom. It seemed related to my earlier espionage-type dream and while I didn’t want to kill it, it could not be allowed to stay close either, and I couldn’t release it nearby because it would 1) try to get back into the house and 2) someone else would kill it. The drive was frustrating because with so much deforestation, there weren’t too many places to release the thing without risking it getting into someone else’s house or getting found or killed by those who wanted it dead. I eventually come upon a heavily wooded, older suburban neighborhood. Their HOA is doing grounds work, blowing leaves and such all around. I stop my car on the side of the road in some grass and get out, making my way through them and into the trees. They looked at me, but don’t say anything and I just acted like I belong here. I left the currently drugged rodent under some leaves (away from predators) near a water source and a bunch of trees and brushes. Hopefully the bugs wouldn’t start eating it and it’d wake up soon. My job is done and I hop back into my car, with a nervous conscience.

I’m driving again, and it’s dark. It’s nighttime and I’m still in this faraway wooded, old area. I don’t know where I’m going, I’m just driving straight. I think I’ve lost those tailing me by now and honestly it doesn’t matter because there’s a heaviness in my heart I can’t shake. At first there’s only one other car on the road, but soon these crazies start zooming up and around, passing us driving on the one-lane-in-either-direction road. I see flashing lights and see a school bus letting kids off. The fools just drive around it like it’s not there, and me and another car are patiently waiting like we’re supposed to. I grumble to myself about it and as I continue down the road, I see the telltale blue flashing lights. I’m happy and hoping they at least caught one of them, while slowing my own speed down. I’m trying to rubberneck, but all I see is a school-aged girl wearing a purple t-shirt and striped leggings, carrying her backpack and crying. She runs across the road in front of me and I’m glad that my car is small and that I’m driving slowly. I continue on my way, everyone having left me in their dust and I’m back to being tired and depressed. Soon, the visibility is terribly black even though my lights are on. I start trying to use my high beams, but even that doesn’t penetrate the darkness well. Finally I stop because I see in the dimness of my high beam, a little boy wearing the blue octopus head I had my girl wear for Halloween run out and pick something off the ground in front of me. I tell him that I like his hat and at that moment, I realize that I’m driving a motorcycle and it’s raining. No wonder it has been so dark! I whip out my phone to look at Google Maps, and find that I’ve somehow managed to drive all the way to the end of the road which is a dirt driveway of a home. The boy’s dad comes out and I tell him I’m just leaving. So I prepare my super headlamp, since that’s probably going to be much brighter than my bike’s lights will be. I’m worrying, though, that it’ll bother the other motorists eyes with its brightness.

I ride the opposite way through lots of rain and vending machines, and end up on the opposite end of the road which is in the mountains and a natural tourist spot. Something about conservation of the waterfall, mines, animals, rocks and such. It’s morning now. I go through the place and it’s not very busy. I overhear them saying that their financial situation is dire and I feel bad because no one these days cares much about the environment anymore. Knowing this, I look around their giftshop for something to buy. I see lots of greyhound stuff everywhere and I spend so much time it’s dark again and now the store is bustling with business! The workers there act like they know me well. I end up choosing 3 items: a small dog figurine for $1.99, a cute animal mason jar thing for $8.99 and a cute, soft plain colored bag (great for when I’m hopping on my bike like I did earlier…why hadn’t I packed a bag?) for 566 cents. Cents. Exactly. I don’t know. I’m thinking to myself as I walk around, that I’m so glad I chose this vacation because it’s so cheap! So much cheaper than the beach. It only cost me about $200 so far! I end up walking around in the live fish section and I’m going to leave to pay, when I see the t-shirts and…

…I wake up.

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