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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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New boyfriend, house, plants

Whenever I anticipate going back to work, the dreams are very interesting. The nice thing about having been on break was that I was relaxed so sleep came naturally and peacefully. So glad I was wearing my nightguard last night.

I don’t remember all the details, but I do remember trying to find a new bf. The first guy was a white guy, but he didn’t sit well. The next one was much nicer and I really liked him. Polite, caring, intelligent, gentle and honorable. He was either of Indian or middle eastern descent, about my age. He had a decent, nice car dark gray. He came to visit me and it was night time so we fell asleep (something felt like college, or some sort of event like that where there are other people around our age). He slept next to me and I remember his warmth next to me. I reached out to touch him in the morning, feeling attracted and even though I could tell he was attracted to me too, but we only knew each other one day and so he smiled, hugged me and left for the day.

Another dream saw me living in a new house. I asked my mom what plants we should have. It had been rather run down, but we had it fixed up and looked really nice. They were redo-ing the driveway and sidewalk. I wanted azaleas. Then I had to go look for either a venus fly trap or pitcher plants because of all the bugs. Used my phone to look up information. I wanted both and was planning on situating them between the azaleas.

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Garage, House, Vampire

It’s strange to be writing this at night time because I tend to write them in the morning when things are the most fresh. But.

The first portion of the dream centered around a garage. It was around dusk time and it was at a house unfamiliar to me. The details are a bit hazy now that it’s been all day, but it dealt with the darkening light, lawnmowers, gasoline and some bikes. The white lady came home (looked a bit like my boss except plumper) and we explained the situation to her (my brother, mom and me). She exchanged words with my mom and seeing myself no longer needed, I went inside. I was tired so I headed for the bathroom. It was on the main floor and there were steps heading to the lower of the split level where the family/living room was. I went into the dark hallway to reach the half bath on my left. From the darkness the face of a vampire-like guy appeared. At first I was a little irritated and hurried into the bathroom like he was one of the guys living in the house. Then I realized he was not allowing me to close the door. I fought with all my strength to close it as he pulled on the other side. I yanked it closed to the point where I could lock it, but alas somehow he had tricked me and the lock didn’t take at all. The door flew open and I flew back onto the ground. He smiled evilly down at me and immense fear gripped my being. I was about to be raped. Suddenly he pulled a black lady from behind the door and threw her in with me, her dreads whipped me in the face as she crawled over the corner with the toilet and hunkered down there. So he was doing to assault both of us?? That’s when he whipped out a homemade saw: made from a pink plastic hanger with the bottom portion cut off and a mean-looking metal razor-edged-string blade replacing it. OK, so not rape but torture. Pain. A second saw similar to the first was pulled out as he laughed at us.

There was nothing I could do, there was no way out of that half bathroom. Then he lay down on the floor in the doorway and after pointing the saw suggestively at me (I kept shaking my head and saying no, no, no) brought one of the saws up to his own neck and motioned the slitting of his neck, all the while smiling and his eyes never leaving me. I stared back in horror and confusion. He seemed to be feeding off of that, so he brought the blade even closer to himself. Alarmed, I grabbed the saw and yelled at him to stop! I must have known him at some point as I was more concerned about his health at that moment then escaping or my own. I yanked it from his grasp and threw it down. In response, he drew a knife and brought it down on his chest. The tip pierced his skin as I tried to wrestle it from his grasp. Why was he trying to hurt himself?? And always smiling!! He threw me backwards and laughed maniacally, holding up to the saw and the knife. He was ready to hurt me. Maim me. Kill me. I knew my brother and 2 young adult males were in the house so I started yelling for help, but something was wrong with my voice. My very loud voice was soft and unhearable. On top of it all I could hear the TV blasting. They’d never hear me. I yelled my brother’s name to no avail. Then as he descended upon me one more name appeared on my tongue. I hesitated a little because he wasn’t even here. He’d never get there in time to help me, but I thought hard about him anyways, almost willing him to help me somehow. My assailant plunged his weapons as me and just as I was about to yell “M!” …. I awoke.

The dreams these days are becoming very interesting. They seem to take no influence from anything recognizable to me…all I’d been doing this weekend was playing Zelda BoTW and reading Assassin’s Creed (Altair’s story). Nothing about lawnmowers, or vampires or rape. AND I’ve been having trouble waking up from them too. Like something doesn’t want me to wake up.

Hmm….I hope I haven’t been sleep travelling into other people’s dreams, or opening portals to roaming spirits. Maybe I need to take more control of my emotions? Let’s see what happens tonight.

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BF, dogs, squirrels, craziness

I’m getting good at remembering these!

  1. I let my girl out to chase squirrels, but the squirrel had an acorn so big in its mouth it didn’t see her. She grabbed it and I was horrified so I made her let it go, but she got it again! Then Gable came out and it got crazy, but I never did see blood so I hope the squirrel made it?
  2. This next set all go hand in hand with each other. It starts with me and my mom driving home from the store. I’m driving and it’s dreary out, but all of the sudden she’s right in front of me and I’m in the back seat driving the car so of course I can’t see. Then the car gets a bird’s eye view like when you’re up in the elevator car thing driving around in Watchdogs 2, and driving just like I drive in it in the game, crashing into other cars and stuff. I yell at her sit down and she kind of glitches out lol.
  3. Home now, it’s still dreary out like it’s going to snow and we’re in a smaller kitchen in a house I don’t recognize. My mom is out the back door and handing things to me and my brother to put into the pantry…except the things are like condensed milk and one has a note on it saying it expired 31 years ago. I’m like, WHY DO YOU HAVE THESE?????? She looks at me, clueless, like it’s normal to have canned goods and other food from 3 decades ago. So I put them down and continue helping bring in containers and stuff to organize the pantry.
  4. Then my mom morphs into a younger Asian woman. In the same kitchen. She’s going through a bunch of trinkets and old items, pulling out a plastic piece with  baby frozen on either side of it. Then she takes another plastic piece with 4 circles on the left and some names handwritten next to them. I ask her what those are and she says they’re her adoptive children that were never able to live past 4 years old and she hasn’t seen them in a while. Apparently there’s a way to resurrect them, so I say we should do it! She says it’s not without side effect, but we decide to try it anyways. It involves eating hardboiled eggs and something else. I end up eating 1/4 of the egg and she happily says, you get to take care of one of the 4! I’m like, huh??? Lo and behold we get a phone call! She picks up the phone and scrawls a few illegible things next to their names and get all excited! Then there’s a commotion in the backyard and look out to see a sock puppet moving at the bush. The lady exclaims, that’s one of them! That’s yours! I’m like, uhhhhhh, but don’t get a chance to mull over it because a neighbor walks over and gets attacked by sock puppet kid/person/thing. The puppet-kid is really about to kill him, so I jump in and stop it, and it turns out the puppet-kid is only a sock puppet from the chest and up. The rest of him is a body wearing a blue suit. I bring him in and all of the sudden there are other monster-kids in the kitchen.
  5. Next, the lady morphs into my bf’s mom.  We’re sitting at the long kitchen table. I’m facing her. On my left is M and on the right is his adoptive sister (light-skinned black girl about late teens or early 20’s). Across the table his mom is talking to more of his adoptive brothers one of whom was just resurrected (also early 20’s) and apparently mostly Chinese but understands English and Vietnamese as she was speaking to him in a mix of the 3 languages. He was happy to be alive, chipper, and getting ready to go somewhere. He wore a yellow shirt with writing on it and was clean shaven and clean cut. He and some guys left. I turn to my bf and proceed to hug him from behind. He didn’t seem to be wearing a shirt and I made sure not to push on his belly because he doesn’t like that. I hug his chest tightly, and push my head into his back and then grab onto his legs for better grip (brushed past a nipple at this point lol dunno why my brain decided to add that detail in there…that’s how I knew he was shirtless)  and I didn’t care that his mom and other sister (and maybe other people) were sitting there with us. We were murmuring about some old neighborhoods I grew up in (Bon Air, Brighton Green) and was familiar with and he apparently knew about them too. I have to say here that I never saw his face and only knew that he was a bigger guy and Asian. His sister sitting next to me didn’t seem to like that I was his gf and that I was holding him, so she asked what we were talking about. I didn’t care and then kissed his cheek loudly. Then he gets up to go to the garage. His mom gives me a tray of raw beef and I go to put it in my backpack but the blood starts to drip everywhere so I try to put it in a plastic bag but it’s dripping all over the place and messing with the other papers and books in my bag. I’m getting ready to leave and have to catch the bus to get back home, just over to visit for a little.  He barges out of the garage excited about finishing something and then gets ready to leave himself. I say goodbye to his mom and turn around to glimpse him putting a blue stethoscope around his neck and wearing a white clinic jacket before waving excitedly to his mom and leaving. She puts a bunch of fruit on the table and wants me to take some, so I go investigate.


Analysis: I NEVER see M’s face through all of this, and honestly his “mom” didn’t look like his mom. Just some Asian lady who I  knew to be his mom. In retrospect no one looked like anyone, I just knew who they were. Last night my brother and I were watching Resident Evil 7 vids because we’re not going to buy it. That’s probably what inspired all the weird monsters. I spent the second half of the day playing Watchdogs 2 (almost done!!!) which explains the driving part and the Asian lady with kids (Auntie Shu in the game). The beef was because I was cooking with beef last night.

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2 nights

I had a few interesting and vivid dreams Sunday night. *keep in mind that some of my dreams may be inappropriate for younger readers* I try not to make it too graphic, but this is, in fact, my dream blog.

Had a work dream again. Then, it was after hours and I went to the bathroom so I could poop (hate those poop/pee dreams…) since there was no threat of patients. I’m on the can and there’s a knock on the door and the it opens a little, I’m alert and yell that someone’s occupying the space. Regardless, this big, older man comes in anyways and I’m like, uh I’m using this. He brings his young son? grandson? in and they go around a corner so that the kid can either change clothes or use a bathroom stall? Confusing. Then he comes back, yells at other kids outside to stay there and proceeds to stare at me. I’m super freaked out and jump up to get the heck out of there, but my underwear gets stuck and refuses to come up past my thighs. I look up in horror to see the man still ogling and even the little boy peeking over the top of his stall. Swiftly I try to turn around, but it’s still stuck and I could feel a large presence come up behind me. The prospect of rape is high and fear frenzy overtakes me. Then it’s hazy (maybe I woke up?) and I resume with the work dream from before.

This next part saw me back in a school similar to my old elementary school. It was Monday and as I go with other students to access my locker, I realize I remember the first number but not the rest! Let me say here that this dream feels like the sequel to another dream I’d had a different day. A friend helps me out and by the time we were done it was 15-20 minutes after class started. We both start for class when I realize that I’d completely forgotten to do my assignment. At this point I either have a flashback to class on Friday or my brain remembers a previous dream I had, but I remember the exact instance of the assignment which is project and then a presentation. I stop short and my friend shrugs and goes ahead. The decision is made to skip class rather than face the music. I see at the corner that my teacher came out of her class, and she catches a glimpse of me so I hightail it in the other direction. I hear a “Is that C?” as she tries to come after me, somehow realizing my intentions, so I run down the hall. It was thankfully empty and I slide out of the open door. The only course of action now is to hide in the bushes and escape detection by the grounds security, but the bushes and trees are of video game quality and certainly see-through. My teacher must have given up, but I’m not out of the woods, so to speak, as I look around for a good hiding place. Then I realize that my classmates would be able to see me out the window!! I duck down and start crawling, noting the enemies now highlighted in red in my vision. Dream ends.

This was last night’s dream! I was handcuffed and taken prisoner by 2 bad men. Riding in the backseat of their car at night, I realize I can slip my small hands out of the cuffs. They’re driving slowly around a neighborhood casing a joint or looking for more victims?Either way I see a woman putting up Christmas decorations and open the door and jump out of the car, begging her to save me from these men. They drive off, but I knew they would come back for me. The family calls the cops, but it must have been in the middle of nowhere because they never come in this dream. They take me in and agree to house me for the night. The family is a typical family with a husband, a girl and boy in their tween/teens. There’s even a dog, a greyhound similar to Gable. I tell the lady that my dog is just like him, but the dog smells me and wanders off somewhere else, greyhound style. I check all their windows, doors, telling them to keep everything as locked as possible, but that they men will be back to get me. The daughter rather likes me, so I follow her up the stairs to a second kitchen she uses. At this point she is college aged. I poke around in the dark looking for good hiding places. Then it’s time and the men have broken into the house to look for me. I don’t know the status of the family, but I start by hiding has a little blob of bacteria and trying to sit in vinegar, but it’s too acidic. Then I realize that I have a power where if I don’t move and no one looks at me or acknowledges me the bad guys can’t see me. The family is fine and they come up to look for me, but I sit still like a statue on the kitchen counter whispering to them to not look at me, don’t talk to me, or they’ll know I’m there.  WAKE UP!

Bizarre. No analysis can explain these dreams!!!!!!!!!

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Frogs, Windows, Magic, and Evil

Just a glimpse into a fitful night filled with dreams.

My dad decided to show his face again, and was trying to fix my room’s window in a new house which looked like a mix of our old house and my house. Popout windows, white siding, long drop to the driveway.  Looking at it from inside, there were little frogs living on it which he didn’t want to bother (atypical of him) or hurt. I saw spiders and spider eggs and was like ew. Then I wondered how easy it would be to escape if necessary, but the dropoff to the driveway was immense. The other window in the room was more doable because there was a tall evergreen with pink flowers I could potentially jump onto. Then I wandered over to the room next door where my sister was sleeping to look out the curtainless window and see what would be the escape route if necessary because below the window was the roof above the garage.

Cut to a call from my aunt (who is at the beach) to her stepson who was (in the dream) at home. She was very disappointed in him because he had some friends over and had somehow managed to flood the entire house. Disappointed would’ve been the least words I would have used if they were my kids, but whatever. I appeared in the house as a sentry of sorts in her stead and my step cousin felt rebellious towards me but not enough to refute my power. They were planning more mischief so while I was brushing my teeth to go to bed, I released my minions (in the form of little kids) to monitor and “add to the confusion of people” since he’d invited so many people over (like 5 people…) No one seemed to think the kids dressed in bland clothing out of place, but it worked to prevent other disasters in the house. Pleased, I went around getting rid of them with a flick of my wrist, trying to “not get found out” with my magical abilities, but I was unable to pull my last group out as if some power was blocking my magic. So I go into the room and see a skinny, glasses-wearing south Asian teenager boy sitting on a chair talking to my cousin (completely different cousin now). My 2nd layer eyes could see his glowing eyes and purple aura and the malice in him. Back in the reality layer my cousin was sitting on his lap kissing him when I jump in and in the most lackluster action sequence EVER take him to the ground. I even did it 2 or 3 times because my dream self couldn’t believe how little resistance he put up, trying to pin his arms behind his back. Anyways I menace him and threaten him and squeeze his neck trying to choke him (effective), and told him to call off the demons he summoned to storm the house. He disappears in a huff, and I pull my minions away. I go to leave and my cousin follows me concerned. I “collapse’ on the deck in exhaustion and get up to tell her I was OK, when I WAKE UP.

Just remembered an earlier dream here: Video game-like. My brother and I plus some other people (my sister?) were at an arcade with old games we used to play and we’re like, WHOA LET’S PLAY THIS. Then I’m in a video game where I’m a warrior who has to climb a mountain.


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Boyfriend dreams

I’ve had 2 dreams in the last couple of days about my boyfriend. The first of which seemed very realistic and it might be because it was one of those “nap” dreams. I wanted to ask him to marry me and was looking on my phone for a good house to share, but he seemed very apprehensive, so instead I began searching for a house where he could just live with me.

Then this morning, I packed up a small Uhaul type truck with my things (haphazardly as my usual), and filled the front behind the driver seats with the rest of my things. Then started driving. Picked up the BF and we drove around together. We went to go visit his mom for a little. As he went to finalize a few things, I stayed waiting with a bunch of kids. The mail person came and gave me my mail (Zelda style I guess haha) which had a check for $150,000. I was super excited and when he came back, I wanted to show him our luck, but the owner of the carpet store down the road came to me stressed and apologetic, asking for the check back which was written in error. I gave it back to him, my heart sinking, and my bf said that I should’ve kept it. Briefly I was remorseful, but didn’t stay that way because I’d done the right thing. Then we hopped back into the truck and off we went again. Met up with my sister who wanted to try driving it, and she ended up not being able to brake because the rain was torrential and the truck just wasn’t made for driving in that much water, but it all ended up well. We stopped by a Japanese gift seller where I met my cousin and after a little time there, it stopped raining and we continued in the truck. Our next destination was my childhood home where we all spent time catching monsters until it was night and then it was time to leave. Our truck was the last car in the driveway so I backed it out in the night and off we continued with our journey together.


Haha, oh my, this dream has so many references to my life right now rolled into one. We keep thinking about moving to a nicer home hence the uhaul, I keep thinking about how I want to live the rest of my life with M, not sure where the carpet seller comes into play, but the money taken away is reminiscent of the free money I was given then taken away from Allheart scrubs, and the catching monsters is relevant to Pokémon Go.

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Impending Apocalypse, Growing Hair, Violin Church

  1. Impending DOOM – This was the long running dream last night where the world was getting ready to come to an end. It started in a house overlooking trees where things were starting to go downhill, then I was fishing for snakeheads because there was no food. It was getting too hot so you couldn’t spend too much time in the open and everyone had a counter to tell you when you’d gone over the edge. We rode on little trains and put money into a machine that would stamp it as yours and keep it while everyone gathered in this large facility like a cafeteria to prepare for cryosleep.
  2. Growing Hair – A short one about growing man-hair on half of my body and my bf being grossed out by it.
  3. Violin in Church? – Dream about an old classmate from HS who in real life now tunes pianos. We were in the Cathedral and while vaguely mass was going on with my sister’s friend, V, singing while her baby sang along on the sidelines, and he shows up because I was having issues with my crappy violin. I was self conscious because my violin and my bow was no good, but he fixed it and all this crazy stuff on the walls? with puzzles and putting “it” back together. “It” being something I have no clue. Weird part is that I never have had a good relationship with him no really held a conversation, so why…?


Well for one I was hot under the blankets, I’m self conscious about my body and violin. The last one was pretty random.

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School and exams

Thankfully nothing overly….exciting…last night. I was in school and it was exam time. School mixed in with work. The most prominent memory from the dream was the western civ exam I was dreading because I’d spent my school time working and not studying and in the end didn’t study almost at all. I was trying to cram it all in before because I was in class early. The professor knew I hadn’t studied or that I hadn’t had time to study and he pitied me, giving me textbooks that things would come from. The exam was like a clinical exam where you’d have to go to each station and write the answer. I could see the first question even though I didn’t want to cheat, but I didn’t know the answer! Turns out he was making it open note/open book. So when it started, the exam turned into a bit of a game where each station was located in difficult to access areas requiring some physical exertion. Trains. Water. Railroad tracks. I remember running out of time very quickly and only having completed 1/3 of the exam because instead of knowing the answers I had to keep looking it up!There was a question called “psycho banana. What you think and why would it exist?” At that point my friend had given me her answer sheet because she was done, so I go to try said psycho banana and it was SO SPICY I spit it all over the floor. Then the next was “What are these two items and what would you do with them?” It was a dried pumpkin with it’s top cut off and an apple, but the pumpkin was super dry and smelled funny. Turns out someone had left the stove on so I quickly turned it off and was glad we avoided a fire. I spent much of the next couple minutes debating whether a pumpkin is a fruit or a vegetable.

Dream changes to a white house in the summer time with a spooky feel to it like it was being invaded by bad guys, but nothing progresses because I woke up.


The train was from Forza 5, where you have to race a train. School? I dunno. I dream about exams and school every so often. Maybe a latent desire for it? But annoyingly it’s usually I’m late or failing an exam. The spicy banana is from the over ripe bananas we have downstairs, and the spicy is from the salsa verde from the Mexican we had last night that was destroying my mouth yesterday….hopefully that instead of eating a spider in my sleep. The cooking was from cooking last night, and the pumpkin is the pumpkin from our porch. Next dream is that I dream of houses all the time, it was HOT under all the blankets and the beginning of my favorite type of dream. Doggone that I have to go to work.

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