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Game, mission, house, kohls

I always wake up in the middle of the best dreams!

The other night I dreamed that my sister was finally moving out of my house. I was extremely happy and of course they still hadn’t fixed the siding like I asked them to so I had to do it but that’s ok becausr they were gone. Apparently I was going to do it myself but then my neighbor from here was helping me for some reason. He ripped all the nails out and we took off the broken siding then we replaced the piece and I left him to nail it back in but he did a horrible job and I had to try and fix it. Add in a trip to a home improvement store where I couldn’t find the siding I was looking for.

Then I was going to Kohls with my mom but when we got there the parking lot was empty and the lights were off inside the store. I assumed there was a power outage but we were upset so I got out of the car and walked along the sidewalk. Instead of just being stores, it became a stripmall and I passed the other stores looking to see what the problem was. Some had lights but some did not. There were some latino peopld standing around and I saw that as I walked the back portion of Kohls was lit. Then I woke up. There was something significant that occurred but I forget now.

Last night’s dream was pretty cool. Video game like. There was a carnival/fall festival portion where I was enjoying some games. Then it cut to a…TV show? Maybe I was playing a game? Anyways it was a race through a crazy obstacle course where it cycled between first person and tv-viewing. The characters were Gumball and Darwin from the cartoon tv show and the obstacles were water, ladders, walls, pipes, etc where you would have to navigate on a timed course. It was understood that you were 2 of several contestants and they/you were bottom dead last. Finally making it through the last tunnel, it ended up landing me on a cushion in a large room where the rest of the class (now it was apparently a class for training purposes). Given that I had just barely passed the course I begged the instructor to let me have another chance at it. They said OK, but now the whole group was placed on a large moving platform and sent to the other side of the compound outside where I got to see it all from up high. That course had been the 2nd level and now I was to complete the 3rd and final level with a burly male partner, and for some reason I had aced the previous test which allowed me special permission to represent our whole class with my partner on the course. I knew the stakes and significance of acing this course too so I carefully studied my mission and as much of the course as was visible.

We were both suited up with spec ops gear and the two of us transported to the entrance. As we made our way there it was pitch black so I flipped on my night vision goggles. My partner whispered to me asking what I had seen and I told him dead soldier bodies. Lots of them. We were worried…this was just practice right? They’re actors? We creep up to the door in the darkness, readying ourselves. Our earpieces told us to go and i we went, fast and efficient. I don’t even know what the mission was. The area was littered with fallen bodies of enemies and friendlies. Obviously a battle had been fought. We split up looking for key items like usb drives with data, and anything with intel or looking like a key to unlock the upper areas and to help us takr down the boss. At one point we were attacked by an enemy and since we were mostly unarmed, I pulled out my combat knife to defend myself. Those portions were fuzzy but we managed to fight them back, the sense of danger and urgency strong. I pilfered a bigger knife from my enemies and looked around for any other weapon. We found some data drives hidden that the enemy did not lay their hands on yet and both relieved that we still had each other to rely on. We were about to head forward to the next area when–

–I woke up. Baaaaaah!!!!!

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Car, retail stores, buying things

Lots of dreams last night. So. Tired.

Very early dream was a bit bothersome with an old house, needing to vacate the house, somewhat spooky, problems, darkness.

There was driving. I was driving in really bad traffic (basically my commute) in a work area lined with cones. The left lane was very backed up and moving very slowly, but the right lane was clear, so I switched lanes and going very quickly. Then I came up upon why it was so backed up. At the intersection there was a building…just so happened the building was were I used to work/working-but-on-hiatus. The sign had changed since I was last there and I got out to see what was going on. The hygienist in my place explained the situation with a patient and I nodded knowingly because I was familiar with the person as a patient.

I was in a car with an old classmate from college. He and his wife were there, she in the back and he in the front seat. I never saw the outside, but I knew it was a sporty car because he likes them. I was in the passenger seat, except that it was a right-side driving car. Also it was very messy inside. I remember commenting that it was a right-side driver and where did he import it from? Then was walking through a mall-type building and I come upon my refrigerator (old one) which was having some issues with the renters splattering paint all over it. The maintenance guy was trying to fix it by scraping off the paint from the outside. He was off the clock, so told me what to do and let me to it. I thanked him and turned to my brother saying, yeah, it’s not hard, I just need a putty knife and some green spray paint. We had to get this done that night because the next day I was going away for a while. We came out to the parking lot of the mall to get in a car and it turns out it was a similar car to that one. We all pile in (it wasn’t my car…maybe like a zipcar?) and it was another right sider. Also it was manual which I can’t drive, but no one else offered to drive, so after removing the seat cushion and laughing at the pink, hello kitty motif, off I drove. Thankfully, where we had to go was only 20mph with lots of traffic, so I just had to stay in gear one and coast around with light acceleration. We end up in the parking lot of another mall and start walking through the store. It seemed very empty inside with construction plastic everywhere, and I made small talk with the security guard. He informed us that Sears (which we were in) was changing their name due to an online campaign/contest. The name was being changed to “A Bee’s Knees.” We left the store and I got a glimpse of the new name on the building. I commented to my brother that it was a waste that Sears died, but the new owners really did need to transform the image of the company so it all made sense.

It was all pitch black at that point as we walked to the next store area, loosely thinking about spray paint. There was a guy standing in the darkness, but I wasn’t afraid because I wasn’t alone and so we get to the next place and I go “Oooo!” because there was a large clearance area on the outside of Sears. I start going through it and my mom was suddenly there with me. There were some great stuff with some great prices!! Totoro statues, Pokémon candy dispensers in increasing sizes ($2.50, $6.50, and $20), Totoro plant vase at $5, what I thought was an angel wall sconce holder, but turned out to be a huge cute penguin sconce holder for some small price. My mom was poking around too and my brother went off to get a cart. I piled things in and turned to find the price scanner hidden in a display behind us over a large glass ammo case which I was going to look through after the clearance shelf. I start price scanning things and they were the price they showed and put them all in the cart, thinking how my sister would love getting these for Christmas.

But then I woke up before I could go through more great finds. 😦

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Car, dog, video game

I’m with my family and I’m driving my old car (with my mom’s license plate on it). I pull into a parking lot in a shopping center and my mom and I get out to go grocery shopping. The store allows dogs and I have my new dog, a Boston Terrier, with me (bulldog type) on a blue harness. We look at some dog treats and I can’t make up my mind so we go to the fitting rooms to test a treat out. I walk into the area and there are a few workers sitting at tables having a meeting. I see in a vacant room that someone else had tried a dog treat bag, and just left it on the floor. Suddenly I get cold feet about trying treats out because it felt wrong, so I pick up the Boston Terrier, cradling him? her? in my arms and go out to find my mom. I show her the way I’m holding the dog and say that they like it, and carry all 25lbs of it (getting heavier and heavier) around. We end up in either a different store or a different part of the store, still looking at dog treats. This place has shelves and products that go almost up to the ceiling. I spend time looking at the ingredients and my mom sees a little binder they’re selling about how to care for dogs (the cover looks like a license plate with silly sayings on it). She keeps asking me if I need one of the books and I repeat myself several times saying no, I don’t, I know how to take care of my dogs, thank you very much. But they talk about worms! No, I’m fine, thanks. Then we leave–the Boston Terrier is walking on its own now–and it’s gotten rather dark. Not night yet, but very close to it. I’m looking for my car, but have forgotten where I parked it, but spot it in the distance. My mom complains that we went the long way and I’m like, yeah I forgot where we parked, but it didn’t help that my brother had moved the car, while waiting for us. We get in, and I speed away like I always do when I drive, commenting about the automatic transmission as opposed to a CVT. As I come up to the light, a double turn lane, I overshoot the light sensor and end on asphalt that’s been milled, so I put it in reverse and back up. Just my luck that someone else is driving up behind me, so I stop. A big SUV and other cars start cutting in front of me, so I follow the car in front of me and get into the other turn lane. Light turns green and I shoot off after the other cars when suddenly it’s pitch black and I’m driving down this amazingly windy, downhill, part paved, part dirt road at about 80 miles an hour, dodging pedestrians and other cars as I follow traffic. Then the camera changes altogether to bumper cam and I can’t see a darn thing, except that there’s a police chase going on and I’m still trying to figure out my viewing camera and WTF is going on. Then it changes again to dual screen where the upper screen is the bumper cam craziness with blue lights and all, while the bottom cam is a top down of me in bit graphics having ditched the car and running into a series of tunnels underground. There are bosses I need to defeat while trying my hardest to get away. Soon it’s just the bottom screen that’s the focus and I’m trying to get items in chests while escaping with limited time on the clock. Obviously the items are just a lure. I hit turrets, dodge bosses and finally get out the other side of the cave towards the light.

Then there’s this convoluted, complicated series of platformer type video game adventures, and I end up driving around on an island. Old school, not many modern amenities. My sister is there and has been bitten by a very toxic bug. Something about the trunk of an old sedan, and not spreading the virus/bacteria to the mainland. Some swimming between islands, boats and sand. I can’t for the life of me remember it. Or maybe that was before the other adventure?

I didn’t even touch video games this weekend!

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Former Presidents, house, pots, family, ex

Wasn’t a good night for sleeping…then again, I haven’t really been sleeping for a week. Very tired.

I was in a town house. It was new! We were having a housewarming party. I looked out from the kitchen and sitting at the counter were former presidents Clinton and W. Bush. My mom greeted them and after a little hesitation I came over to shake their hands too. Then I was bustling around being busy while the party was going on. My relatives were all here and there, sitting on the couch and eating food, talking, etc. I sat down on the couch with a row of my family and sitting and talking and laughing with them, and suddenly, I noticed that my ex was sitting 2 people down from me. Why was he there? I remember thinking to myself in the dream, had he been there the whole time? He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye and looking away. I decided to pretend he didn’t exist. I went back into the kitchen to make macaroni and cheese for myself, so I opened cabinets to find THE pot, but after opening 10 cabinets and looking through hundreds of pots and pans, I couldn’t find it! I couldn’t believe how many pots and pans there were! Then my mom told me that oh, it’s outside. My ex’s mom had a shed outdoors and my mom had gotten the OK to store her extra stuff in there. I went in and started poking around. There were lots of junk, but after lots of searching and visits from my ex’s family, I still couldn’t find my pot!

I never could make my macaroni and cheese. 😦

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Chameleon, Liana, car, family, aliens

Very interesting dreams last night. I didn’t sleep well through the night because I had to go to the bathroom but my body didn’t want to get out of bed

Something video-game like where my goal was to defeat this boss man. Dark like the devil! The setting was inside a building and at first it was RPG style buildings and walking styles, but soon I was talking to my family around a table. It looks like we were supposed to go to a cookout at this park with people from the community with games and everything for the whole family. We would meet up with family there. Time just kept going as I listened to everyone talking. My brother was going on about talking to some aliens, my sister was talking about something else, and the adults were too. I was busy having to go #2, but was trying to hold it (I guess because my body and brain realized that I was sleeping and didn’t want me to mess myself?) and finally when were preparing to leave, late, I said I have to go to the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom and finally my stomachache left me. Then I came out, changed my clothes and we all trooped outside. By now it was 9pm and pitch dark out. Liana wants to come too, and I couldn’t find her collar and leash, so I decide to use her old, black martingale and a long leash. As I waited for the door to be locked, and the car unlocked, I see two figures walk towards me from the dark. They were 2 midgets and in costume at that! I stare at them and suddenly exclaim, these are the aliens my brother was talking about! I complain to him that why did we wait so long to leave when they’ve been waiting out here for us the whole time??? We all start getting into the car, a long, huge American luxury sedan. Because I have Liana, I tell my mom and sister and brother to get in first so I can be closest to the door. It is extremely roomy and shouldn’t be any issue at all with the 4 of us back there. As we pile in, the sun starts to rise and keep telling them to watch out the little chameleon on the floor. We all get in and start driving as it is  morning now. I tell my sister to reach down and grab the chameleon. My brother instead gingerly picks it up and tosses at me. I scowl at him and pick it up. It’s nervous and starts squirming, but it’s totally adorable. As I look outside to see if I can run out and put it on a tree somewhere while the car is stopped, it starts squeezing my hands something awful. Like a vise. I look at it again and instead of 4 chameleon legs, it had 6-8 black spider legs! It was STRONG and I kept yelling ouch ouch ouch ouch! It must be an alien chameleon, it all makes sense now. We make it to the park where the gathering is and we stop the car because I see my grand aunt playing baseball with the neighborhood kids, running for bases and throwing the ball. We yell at each other through the windows and on the other side of the road are the rest of my family eating food. Obviously we are really late and they say we should go park and grab some chao tom. I yell at the driver to keep driving, why the hell are we parked in the middle of nowhere like this. So we keep driving and arrive at the house we’re staying at. It’s nice, but half open and half not. Then all of the sudden it starts to torrential downpour and I’m like, oh well. The chameleon was still pinching my hand and I put it on the palm tree. When I’m finally situated I ask my sister where Liana went because she’s not where I left her. I’m scared, but she just went into a carpeted room and was lying on the floor. I tell her to come back with me and fold up her blanket to have her lay near me, kicking myself for forgetting her bed. She doesn’t want to and lays on the ground instead and I finally make it to the bathroom to pee because my bladder is exploding.

Then in real life I wake up to empty my bladder because now I really have to go before I mess myself.

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Ex, kid, intruder, family, mormon

A very interesting dream. I had a lot of problems falling asleep for whatever reason (probably heartburn which is God-awful right now or playing video games all day). It never matters when I go to sleep, I’m always awake at the same time every day. Dogs or no dogs.

I was at home (not a home I totally recognize) and my grandma and grand aunt were there too. I was at the table eating food and they were watching some PBN. They were having problems figuring out how to make it play, so I help, but then it’s over and I put in another one, one I think they’ve never seen before. The music is loud and so they continue to watch it while talking to me, like they always do. I assume my mom is cooking in the kitchen as I am eating dinner food and the sun it setting outside. I don’t see him, but my brother is sitting in his usual spot and we’re all on our phones. Then appearing next to me is my ex, also eating and on his phone. People are talking to him like normal and I am not uncomfortable even though we did not break on good terms. In fact, he’s being so much more kind and friendly to me than he ever used to be. We both know that we’re not together anymore, and I’m not banking on it ever happening again, so I treat him like a brother or friend. I happen to look over as he’s texting a friend (he’s sitting very close to me) and I don’t really register the text, just looking to see what he’s doing. He sees me looking and profusely apologizes for what the text is saying, trying to explain the context. I’m like, no, no, I’m not looking at what you’re texting, it’s not my business, it’s OK, I’m not offended by anything. He seems relieved and I give him a familiar hug, pressing my head lightly onto his shoulder/arm, not trying to start anything, just a familiar hug. He smiles and I wander off to go to the bathroom which is located behind the kitchen on what is in reality the deck. It’s a full bathroom and I see to my horror that someone had peed all over the toilet, the ground and even sprayed above the mirror in a yellow line. Obviously it was male.

I go out into the kitchen and complain loudly to my brother or my ex as I wash my hands there. Both of them vehemently deny any involvement. I’m inclined to believe my brother’s excuse because yeah it’s true, my ex tries in vain to persuade me he didn’t do it, and I’m like, well there are only 2 males in the house!!! But, he’s being truthful, I can tell, so I’m like, well, so you mean there’s an intruder in the house? I guess I did leave the back sliding door unlocked and someone could have gotten in (the backyard doesn’t have a fence), so I let it go and move to start cleaning the mess up since it was about to get dark. I go into the laundry room (the house suddenly is very narrow and full of corridors and hallways) to grab cleaning things and see that the laundry machine was shoved off to one side and behind it is MORE pee on the wall, except it was dripping (a very unhealthy dark yellow color…) this time, which meant it was fresh! I burst through the door I came through, though I don’t remember closing it. A torn piece of paper with blue pen writing on it is jammed into the crack. I grab it and barely give it a glance as I run for my ex and my brother yelling, they’re here somewhere! Help me find them! I finally skim the paper and it says something about the grace of God and how you need to find redemption because the world IS ending!! I roll my eyes and not stopping to see if anyone is going to help me, I look for the home intruder, damn Christian zealots. Mormon. That’s what was going on.

I run back towards the laundry room, I think the males make it there too to survey the damage. I hear a noise and throw open a nearby door down the hall, to walk-in linen closet/mud room. A middle-aged, blonde, chubby woman is in there, trying to stop the door from opening and peeking around her is a boy about 8 years old. I force the door open and exclaim a few things, like, why are you in my house!? She starts smiling because the jig is up. I grab her and struggle with her, dragging her to the living area where I show everyone the culprit, telling her I should call the police! I really should call the police! She starts pleading and laughing and telling me that it was God that told her to do this because He wants to save you. Surrounded by people, she doesn’t need to be restrained, but I’m on edge, ready to sprint after her if she tries anything funny. Her son has followed us there and is standing around. Finally calming down enough to make sense of things, and relieved that we caught the intruder, I have to chuckle and ask no one in particular, how in the world did a little boy manage to shoot pee above the mirror??? 

After a little while, no one’s called the cops yet, so I do because she can’t just squat in my home, vandalize it, and try to convert people. By the time they come and she’s out in the parking lot (like a store parking lot…) with them, it’s dark out. They don’t need me anymore, and will be more time to wait as they gather their information, so I go back into the house, which is no longer a house and looks like an arcade with games and fun carpeting. I see the little boy and I feel bad, so I walk with him and kneel down to talk to him, explaining that he needs to stand up for what’s right and not do things that he knows is wrong, no matter who it is telling him what to do. He’s an intelligent boy and he understands what I say. I’m happy to see this and take his hand, when all of the sudden I realize he has 6 fingers on his left hand! Polydactylism. I start exclaiming to my family at how interesting this kid is. They’re hesitant because, isn’t that the enemy? I’m very fond of the kid, though, and….

I wake up.

So very detailed and graphic. Hard to forget.

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Storage unit, some lovin

Last night and the other night

After going through a large exhibition area where there was to be a convention (all the merchants were setting up) I decided to go tour a storage facility with my brother as we were thinking about renting a storage unit (true story btw). According to the computer this particular facility only has 4 other renters so we had the pick of the crop. We go through thr dimly lit hallways and peer into each “unit” though each one seemed more like a big room than a storage unit. In fact the storage facility seemed like an old office or school building. We played in one of them, doing cartwheels and somersaults while some kids came into the room to run around too. Carrying on, we found one where we were thinking through the logistics of mattresses and tires fitting in the area. Then I decided to go through another unit close by. Turns out it belonged to another person (why storage units have your run of the mill door with a knob I dunno) and they had the whole setup! Bed, lamp, dresser. Even a window. I turned to my brother, knowing that it was fully illegal to do this, but shrugged and said, “Well it’s certainly cheaper than renting an apartment.”

Last night’s dreams were less logical. In fact there were 2 instances of me trying to score. One with a guy I used to go to college with and the other was a woman I’d never met before…skinny, possibly asian, shoulder cut hair parted to the side. Since no one reads this, I think I’ll go into a little more detail. The setting was my place, which was like an apartment, white, bright and inviting, the sun pouring in through the large windows adorned with sheer white curtains. She sat down in a chair and leaned back, a smile on her face and relaxing. I walk up to her from in front, smiling myself in anticipation. Before I could touch her, though, she kicked off her heels and breathed a loud sigh of satisfaction. She had on a red tube dress with spaghetti straps, and I brush the straps aside, off her shoulders (and at this point apparently slid them off altogether). My view was of her armpits and up and it is only understood that she was naked, not actually shown. I begin by rubbing her shoulders, her thin, tone muscles, small under my hands. Then I start to work my way down and oops, on to the next person! Different day, same place. On the bed this time, is my old schoolmate. He is unclothed and on the bed, all white sheets and pillows and walls. I hop on and start playing with his body as he smiles knowingly at me. His tan skin and firm muscular body attractive in all ways. We’re about to get to the fun part, when my mom decides to walk by. I try to cover him up with the sheets, but he starts joking with me and we play-tussle while giggling. My mom looks at me with an annoyed look on her face, as if saying, really? Now? Then rolls her eyes and keeps walking. We giggle with each other some more and…

Next dream. BUMMER!!!!

This part is more confusing and sporadic, but I am at one point walking Gable along some streets and near crowds of people. I’m doing it on purpose as people take one look at him and utter words of amazement. We walk along a road, down a street, near the water, up another street. Just strutting our stuff and he’s being such a good boy. Then I’m in a mall-type open air place where I’m supposed to be working. My coworker is there and she asks me to take a PA of her teeth. I do and we compare them to the last one taken. She is missing her molars, just root tips remaining, while the premolars present with broken roots! No wonder he’s having pain. I tell her we have to let a doctor see it, and we wait until my boss looks at her teeth, but his face is all wrong…too long and with white fuzz growing from his face. Then all of the sudden I’m working for this really hard-ass guy who is making a big deal about some small instance and then…I wake up

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Mom, sister, work, phone, asian

It’s amazing exactly how much I forget within an hour of waking up. The mind gets distracted and WHAM. I’ll sort of recall them again, but never in as much detail.

After some things happened, I invited my mom to come with me to a new large Asian market that opened where we lived (not here. The area didn’t have any real Asian markets so this was awesome). The way it was set up was a large building with outdoor space and indoor space where vendors could rent and set up their wares. I came first because I wanted to get a head start on the crowds. As I start looking around I see my sister there and so we walk around. It was too early so not all the vendors had shown up yet. Finally spotted my mom and we found ourselves in a cordoned off area. Everyone was speaking Chinese (Cantonese as I surmised in the dream) and my sister disclosed to us that they don’t like other people other than Chinese here, but we’re OK because she works there as a secretary, so we can go wherever. She runs off to get back to her post and my mom and I decide not to cause problems so we leave, but not before I notice other races lounging around. We end up in an actual mall with Asian stores. My mom is studying some stuff at a kiosk and I point out a gift shop we should go to next. This man starts speaking loudly in our language that she (referring to me) is old enough to go into a store without her mom! And on and on and on. We both pretend we don’t speak or understand what he’s saying and wander into the store next to the gift shop. My mom starts looking through stuff and decides to buy 2 little trinket. She tries to swipe her card in the machine like it was a self checkout and then a line starts forming behind her, but it’s not a self-checkout thing at all, so the clerk finally rings her up. By the time we leave the store, the gift shop is closed for lunch and I am sad. We wander around the mall a bit and my mom points out things that she thought I was looking for, but I want in that gift shop! Then I notice some kids have left an adorable pad of paper on some stuff. They are nowhere to be found so I decide to take it. I start tearing out the pages they drew or wrote on but as I start tearing, I realize it’s the entire pad of paper, so I stop tearing and we leave. I am sad.

I am not working even though it is a normal work day, so I decide that my mom should use the opportunity to get her filling appointment done so that I can take her. I’m planning and deciding and trying to message my coworkers. We end up in the house I left when I lived South and it is empty aside from a few essentials like we were staying there for a little. We were walking around taking stock of what had changed and I walked into the upstairs master bathroom. It’s white and clean, just like it used to be. I look in the shower and there’s a pedestal sink in it right below the towel bar which is apparently completely normal to a dream. Then one of my coworkers shows me an image of the schedule and I see that there is indeed an opening! So I grab my mom and we start heading there because it will take an hour to drive there so we need to leave now. In the meantime I’m trying to get in touch with the front desk to be sure that there is indeed an opening. No response to messages, so I try to call, but I call her cell phone by accident and all I can hear is her talking to patients in the background. I end the call and try to call the office number but I have the hardest time getting the number correctly into my phone. Fat fingers, I even try to draw it out for the phone, and no matter what I do the call can’t be completed because I’ve attempted too many times. It doesn’t matter because we’re already there! I don’t even recognize the building. So we get in and it’s hopping. Front desk has gone somewhere and my doctor is swamped with patients. I tell him hi and that my mom is here for fillings. He apologizes and says that he refused to pick up the phone because he didn’t want to deal with anymore insurance problems. I walk my mom to the back and for some reason my friend has come with us. There are all sorts of chairs and beds and stuff. My practice has indeed grown and for some reason now deals with intensive care? Is that a new born hooked up to a machine? Enough beds to keep people there over night! Two patients are already there, one on a dental chair waiting and the other is on a table having his blood pressure taken in anticipation of something. I’m just waiting for an assistant to come put my mom somewhere and then I wake up.

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Song, tomato, assassin, bathroom

I hate bathroom dreams…they’re the worst! But let’s start the farthest back I can remember.

Somehow I had gotten my hands on 2 assassin’s creed articles of clothing! One was a woman’s long skirt, yellowish, flowing and with the Assassin’s emblem on it. The other was a man’s pants. Contrary to myself, I chose to wear the long skirt because it seemed more like the game! Even within the dream as I was either running away or towards something with a friend, I kept telling them that I never wear skirts, ever, but long skirts are OK (especially when it’s like the Assassins). There was this long stretch of stone road, empty next to the water. It led to a large stone gate of some sort and I sprinted down the way towards this arch either trying to assassinate someone or to get away from someone. There was a minor cutaway to an alternate time when I wore the pants instead, but my brain decided it liked the skirt better.

Jump to a backyard deck. It was large and the yard itself was a decent size, backed by trees. The sky was gray and getting to be evening time, but threatening to rain at the same time. I had all sorts of plants growing there and I vaguely remember some spider webs on them because the mosquitoes were attacking my flesh. Not uncommon. I go back inside and I can’t remember what happened here, but all of the sudden I’m back on the deck but this time my brother is with me and I’m exclaiming about all the fruits! The deck was butting up to the neighbor’s deck too and I think they had some plants, but not like mine. There was a pomegranate plant, tomato plant, and 3 trees of some sort of fruit. I only know that because I took my phone out and tried to take this cool outline photo of the 3 trees against the dusk sky. Try as I might I couldn’t get my hands to remain steady, so they all came out somewhat blurry, but rather cool. I pick a very ripe pomegranate off the tree, so ripe that it was starting to mold and fell right off the plant. I couldn’t wait to tell my mom about the plants. I took another look at the tomato plant, bursting with tomatoes and realized to my tremendous delight, that the thing I mistook for a very hardcore spider web was actually a massive round tomato (they were all green at the moment) almost guarded by the web. Like, easily 5x the size of the other tomatoes. I was thrilled beyond anything ever and took the pomegranate inside the house. My mom decided to move everything off of the deck so that I could power wash and re-seal the wood. I exclaimed that it’s too early because it’s still summer, the tree isn’t gone yet and also, I have to go to work, it’s not like I have the summer off, but I help bring things in.

Once further inside the house, we were on vacation. It was our first day at the beach house. I was wearing my swimming things and it was night so time to time to sleep. The bathroom I was using turned out to be the smallest thing you have ever seen with the oddest setup ever. When you walk in you see a very nice vanity (the bathroom must have just been renovated) facing the door, but it’s not backing a wall, behind it (not centered, just behind it) is the toilet and not 5 inches in front of that is the tub. I really had to poop and I needed to hurry up and poop so I could sleep or go somewhere, so I start pushing and standing on the vanity. Body doesn’t want to cooperate. Then the lights go out and I jump down and out to tell my brother to go flip the breaker. He says it’s not the switch, and realizes the problem is that he turned on the ceiling fan in his room. Whatever, it works now, so I go back and close the door and get on the sink again. Then it occurs to me that there’s a toilet in the bathroom, I just hadn’t seen it, so I go wedge myself around the vanity to sit on this cramped toilet. Colon finally starts giving and suddenly I realize that I never took off my swimming shorts. Oops. So I take those off and am finally properly using the toilet, but now I have to go wash my swimming stuff. Sigh. I get up to jump into the bath to take a shower and I wake up.

haaaate poop and pee dreams. The dream ended because I was afraid of what I was doing in real life. Every time through the night a dream would change I’d get background music from Taylor Swift: Wildest Dreams. 

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Work, water, sand, video game

I was at work, a building I’ve never been to before and don’t recognize. It may have even been on a stone terrace with hanging plants and decorative waterfalls. My coworker and I were trying to finish up our patients to leave because it was on a Saturday or some strange day. She goes off and does something. I’m seeing the wife of a patient that was seen earlier (an older couple). He’s supposed to come back and have a filling done, but the doctor doesn’t know what’s going on, so we’re supposed to help set him up and fill her in on what she’s about to do. I pull up the chart (apparently my coworker and I are switching off working on this patient) to read it so I can summarize for the dentist, and I become upset because you-know-who was the one who had seen him and we all hate her notes. At the beginning the note reads, “Pt has hyper____” I don’t remember what the term is now, but it was supposed to mean that the patient hates pain (not a real term, just something my brain made up I think…now I wish I remembered what it was because it was spelled out clear as day…it was a long word too). I decipher this and start telling everyone. The patient is about to arrive and the doctor is about to come in to start, so I instruct my coworker to go grab another dining room chair (why??? I have no idea) so we can seat the patient (not on it…so…why do we need 2 or any at all). I hurry and end up climbing the stone railings from the bottom level instead of taking the stairs because it was faster. Then the doctor sweeps in and next dream commence!

We were either preparing for or at vacation. It was just me and my brother at home so I was making dinner for us. We had this unfamiliar dining table with white tablecloth and had all of this food piled on it. Both of us were preparing and setting up at the same time, and we sit down on opposite ends of the table to eat. I filled the LARGE Brita pitcher thing even though we had a smaller one because we were very thirsty! I start talking to him about this game I’m playing and how it was like this old one we played and the new monsters and stuff and there was a cutaway to in-game footage on a cliff with monsters. Then it comes back to the house and my mom comes home several hours later. I’m cleaning up dishes and I put water into the large pitcher, and realize that it’s yellow. I go to the other part of the house where everyone was and laughing, told my brother about why it tasted a little funny. He laughed too and my mom said what? I said that it turns out the water we were drinking was a funny color and tasted funny because that pitcher was the same one we brought to the beach with us on vacation, remember? It’s yellow because of the sand! There was beach sand in the pitcher! Good thing it was filtering out the sand! Haha! We all laugh and I told her that amazingly with all that water we drank for dinner neither of us had to go to the bathroom at all! We must have been dehydrated! My brother agreed with me and we all laughed some more.

I wake up and as it turns out I do need to pee, but I’d been holding it apparently. #_# And what was so funny about drinking sandy water? At least I enjoyed that dream.

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