March 17, 2010

I was shopping at a cheap, tacky store with W (co-worker)... She and I found some dresses we were going to try on, then I received a phonecall from S (co-worker) to say I had a package. W presented it to me as some sort of surprise. I opened it and it was a packed lunch from my mother. BUT with further inspection of the package, I realized the return address was F's (my honey). So of course I'm like "WTF?" Freaking out. I text F and asked him what was going on. He tells me he and my mother have talked. It turned out he contacted my mother on Facebook and they'd been talking back and forth. All sorts of shit. Such as my mother complaining about me hating school. Telling F what I like for breakfast. And F even gave her a questionairre about me. I guess to "get to know more about me." I was really uncomfortable in the dream "....WTF?!" haha. Then I woke up in a severe panic, with my head down in a pillow.

March 8, 2010 (dream 2)

I was at work cleaning a product shelf and T, someone I'd not seen in years, came up to me and was acting weird. He quietly told me "I have another one" and I automatically knew he was talking about an STD, so I asked about the first one, he said it had gone away but now he has genital warts. All of a sudden two guys, one in a wheelchair, come up to me and make small-talk. The wheelchair guy had his wingman trying to help him get me to agree on going on a date with him. I agreed to hang out with them some time.

The next scene was an evening setting and the wingman came to pick me up in a truck and drove me to wheelchair guy's home just to use the restroom. I went inside, saw a gorgeous, but extravagant house. A lot of rich reds, golds and black for the interior design. I walked throughout the house... I get to one room and notice a body standing behind a set of thick curtains. The body turns around and emerges from looking out the window behind the drapes. It's wheelchair guy's mother. She greets me as though she'd heard of me and is very, very kind. Wingman and I get back into his truck because we're supposed to pick up wheelchair guy from somewhere. His driving is so erratic I'm so frightened that he's going to crash and kill someone or even kill me. He keeps making short, abrupt stops to the point where he's getting within inches of children in crosswalks. The topic of how wheelchair guy got into a wheelchair comes up...

There's a new scene where I'm on a roller coaster with wingman and he's telling me the story of his friend putting his arms up during the ride, and then the ride's belts tangled around his arms, chest and legs, and tightened more and more throughout the ride. As he's telling me the story I can feel everything tighten, and feel the adrenaline of a roller coaster. Then I see the wheelchair guy in a new scene where he could barely use his arms or legs... and then he quickly deteriorates to a paraplegic. But my arms kept feeling a great deal of pain, so then I woke up and my arms were actually in a strange state. Painful but also that "pins and needles" feeling.

March 8, 2010

I was reciting the material I was studying for my Art History test to F... I was talking about Bruegel's Falling of the Icarus... Suddenly, F got into a weird (effeminate) voice telling me s "story" about how a woman kept asking a guy if her voice was sexy, the guy said no. So the girl says, "I'll do something to make you find my voice sexy!" Then F did hand motions and suddenly my alarm went off. And in the dream I was so unimpressed by his (F) set-up of timing the hand movement with my alarm, that I just let the alarm go off so he couldn't talk over it. Then woke up to actually turn off my alarm.

Whoopi Goldberg

This is my most common reoccurring dream I've been having since I was very, very young and have continued to have this... NIGHTMARE!

I'm in a huge, dark mansion being chased by Whoopi Goldberg. Constantly in the dream I'm noting her lack of eyebrows, which just freaks me out even more. I run up a case a winding stairs, several floors and end up hiding in a closet. In the closet is an axe. Whoopi always finds me, and I attack her with the axe, cutting off her head and pushing her and the head into this black abyss within the winding stairs.

Cuts

For a few months, 4-5 years ago, I used to have this reoccurring dream:

Sitting in a bath, I'd start shaving my legs and then start to notice blood. When I investigated closer I'd see deep cuts all over my hands, then notice cuts on my wrists and arms. I'd start panicking and also notice cuts on my legs. When I'd wake up my wrists felt sore.

Inside Out

This dream I had about 4 years ago:

I was in a shower, obsessing over my bones. I was running my fingers along all my bones. I was obsessing over the fact that they were present. So I peeled my skin from my ribcage and pulled it up so that I could inspect all my bones and make sure that they were all there. I put my skin back down and continued with my shower.

Hot Dog Boy

About 10 years ago, not long after I'd become a vegetarian this dream occurred:

I was washing dishes in a cabin in the woods... while doing so I was watching a boy of about 4 years old play in the grass and suddenly he turned into a hot dog. That didn't phase me at all, so I continued to clean my dishes. Not too long after his transformation the "live" hot dog dropped over onto its side and I turned into a panic. I ran outside to the hot dog boy and tried to resuscitate him by giving him mouth-to-mouth, but the hot dog boy was dear. I was hysterical in my dream, then woke up actually crying.

My Dreams

I've often been told I have pretty weird dreams and oftentimes they're quite realistic. Sometimes they come true!

I love re-reading my previous dreams because I usually forget the dreams hours later, so it's like a brand new story when I come across them again.

I'll start off this journal by writing some of the dreams that stick out from the past then write as I dream.

xoxo,
Moni