Last night's dream had me feeling genuine emotions. Frustration, hopelessness, hope, curiosity, and a lot of fear. Yet it all starts out so potentially happy...
In the dream, Mike had won four tickets for a weekend getaway. I'm not sure where it was to, I just knew it was going to be hot and there was a theme park. Actually, knowing that, it may have been Florida. Ironic much? Considering I'm from Florida, my family is in Florida, and I've always laughed when a prize on a game show is tickets to Orlando... I always said they just wanted to keep me at home.
Well anyways, he won these four tickets. I don't remember who exactly was going, but I know it was me, Mike, a girl, and a guy. We were going to be taking a private jet apparently (since there were no other passengers on board) and the plane was right next to our house so we were able to run in and out putting things on board. It was only for a weekend, so I knew I didn't have to pack much. One suitcase each should have done just fine. Usually, I am the one who always overpacks (because I'm usually packing for me, Mike, and the kids) but since the kids weren't going to be with us on the trip, I didn't have to pack for them. I was excited to show Mike that I didn't need to overpack, and happily loaded up my suitcase with an outfit for each day, an outfit to sleep in, an extra change of clothes just in case, a small umbrella on the offchance it rains, and a few things to do on the plane, such as a book or two and my 3DS.
However, when Mike saw my suitcase he got angry and said I was doing it again, I was packing way too much for a two day trip! I was upset and confused and frustrated, because I thought I had packed just enough. But when I turn around to look at my suitcase again, It's overflowing with more outfits than I actually have! They were all still on hangers too, folded into the suitcase. Dresses, fancy shirts, jeans, all sorts of clothing. Things I would love to wear, things I don't think my body type could quite pull off just yet, and things I wouldn't be caught dead wearing. I began to throw things out left and right, trying to get back to the small amount I originally had in there.
Mike was rushing me, telling me everyone else was already packed and ready to go, and shouldn't we be leaving soon? I was becoming frantic, telling myself that I had everything under control. After a few minutes I had it back down to what I started with, excepting that I traded out one of the outfits for a very beautiful black dress I found. I took my suitcase onto the plane, and sat down, ready to go. I was the one with the tickets, so everything was set to go as soon as everyone else was ready. I pulled the black dress out and was trying to figure out how to put it on, but it seemed to be open all the way down both sides of the dress, with small black ties holding it together in various spots. It was very fancy; revealing, yet somehow still conservative and elegant. I wasn't entirely sure how to put it on though, and everyone had come on board and sat down while I was still examining it. When I realized we were all present and accounted for, I pulled out the tickets and handed them to Mike... who still seemed to think I had packed too much. Guess there's just no winning there.
Suddenly it was as if time had flashed by. The vacation was long since over, and it was now fall. I was standing outside in the front pasture, the grass all around me a bright gold, and the leaves on the trees turning red, yellow, and orange. There was a gentle breeze in the air that made the grass bend softly, like waves on the ocean. The air even seemed to smell like maple syrup. Which of course is odd, considering we don't have maple trees.
I was crawling along through the tall grass, towards a small gathering of trees, just down the driveway. A gathering that isn't actually there in real life. I had been warned that the deer were out in abundance this year, and that if they had young nearby they could get very aggressive. I don't remember what it was that had me over in that section, I was looking for something... but I heard a low growling sound and froze where I was. I put my head down and carefully glanced around, and then I saw a doe laying in the grass just in front of me.
There were some bushes close by, and I knew that if I could make it to the other side of them, the deer wouldn't see me and I'd be safe. I slowly began to make my way to the bushes, when the doe put her ears up on alert. I was as still as possible, and just when she turned her head and I thought it was safe to continue on, I realized she wasn't alone. There was a huge buck right in front of her, just behind some tall grass that had blocked him from my view. I knew he had seen me, though he didn't move towards me so I thought I might still be okay. He ducked his head down, and I started moving again... until I heard a growl again and turned around to see him standing over me.
I started to move very slowly so he didn't think I was going to hurt him, but he seemed to be getting more and more angry each second. I got up and started rushing towards the trees, and he put his head down and charged at me. I made it to two tall trees that were next to each other, and slid in between them. He couldn't seem to get a good angle on me, but I could tell he was thinking about it, searching for a way to get to me. My only chance was up.
I leaned my back against one tree and reached around the other, and began inching upwards. I could feel him turning his antlers at different angles, stabbing me, but I kept going. I got at least 20 feet in the air, but the two trees were leaning apart from each other at this height, and with my fear of heights I knew I wouldn't make it much higher. The buck got an idea, and started ramming the tree. I felt myself slipping and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. He rammed it again, and I slipped off the tree trunk, my hands grabbing onto an outstretched branch. I was literally hanging there, the buck rearing back and bellowing below me, just waiting for me to fall.
Suddenly I hear a vehicle pulling up. Two men are in the truck, and they are trying to scare off the buck. They are telling me to come down and get in the truck, and to hurry! I try to inch back to the tree, and I don't quite make it all the way. I fall into some tall grass, luckily easing the pain of the fall. The buck notices me, and starts to head around the truck. I jump up, run to the opposite side, and grab the front passenger door handle, praying that it's already unlocked. It is, and the door swings open, though it opened much easier than I was expecting and I was thrown back to the ground. The buck comes around the vehicle, aimed directly at me, and I just barely manage to contain my fright long enough to pull myself into the truck and shut the door. The truck pulls away, heads back to the house, and all I can do is watch the buck standing by the trees, almost seeming to roar his dominance out loud, slowly disappearing in the rearview mirror.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Shopping for Cake and Beer
This dream was so vivid while I was dreaming, yet I completely forgot about it once I was awake until after I had already been up half an hour, eaten breakfast, and brushed my hair. Right after putting the brush down I walked into the living room, saw the pool table, and was suddenly reminded of this dream. Sadly I don't remember all of it, but I remember enough to record it.
I believe it started off with my husband having some friends over. There were four of us in total, which means it was just myself, my husband, and his friends Chris and Jamie. They were sending me to the store for some things. It was just me going, so I don't know where my kids were at the time. Presumably the guys were watching them, or perhaps they were visiting some family.
They ask me to pick up some food, especially some snack type foods to eat throughout the night. I don't remember if they asked me to pick up anything for dinner, but I'm sure I got something anyways. Chris handed me a fistful of cash, and asked me to be sure I picked up two 15 packs of Miller Lite 16 oz aluminum bottles. He asked me to grab one other thing, but I don't remember what it was.
So I leave the house, and arrive at the grocery store. It's laid out something like a mix between our local grocery store, Brookshire's, and the bakery section of Sam's Club. I go around the store, filling the cart with food, and as I'm ready to leave I pass by a stand with a bunch of cakes on it. My eyes light up and I realize "I want CAKE!" I get all excited and start circling the stand, inspecting the cakes that are there and searching for one that's small, and pre-packaged. The bakery itself was closed at that time, so I couldn't ask them to get me a smaller one, I had to find one I wanted right on that stand.
There was a large half-sheet pink cake with puffy white frosting on the edges. It had a sort of fancy design on the top, and a space where I'm assuming most people get words put on. There was a smaller cake, about a foot long by eight inches or so, covered completely in chocolate fudge with walnuts. I liked that one, but I kept searching. I came upon two cakes that were very odd. They were pizza cakes. They literally looked like cakes, but they were only an inch tall. The walls of the cakes were made to look like pizza dough, while the tops of them resembled an actual pizza. I believe they actually were coated in sauce and cheese (one was a cheese pizza cake and the other was a pepperoni pizza cake). I didn't believe they were real until I felt someone brush by me and I fell forward, one hand falling directly into the center of the cheese pizza cake. It was greasy and squishy and it felt disgusting... I could feel that it was a cake with a pizza on top. I moved on quickly before the idea of it made me sick. Then I see it. There is a small square cake, 8x8, a salmon-pink colored frosting, strawberry banana, with dark brown chocolate frosting around the edges. It was perfect, and it was pre-packaged, perfect for me to just grab and go.
I get my cake, and I head to the check out counter. Then I suddenly remember, I forgot Chris's alcohol! I turn my head to look behind me, and see the refrigerator section. I turn back, and suddenly I am not pushing an overflowing shopping cart. Instead, I have a small handful of items, maybe two or three total, and my friend Megan is standing beside me telling me we should get going before it gets too late. I hand her the items and ask her to wait just a minute, I forgot the alcohol, and that I'll be right back. I rush back to the fridge section and begin searching the L-shaped aisle for a 15 pack of 16oz Miller Lite aluminum bottles. I find a Miller Lite section, but there is every other size and package of bottles, cans, and even smaller packages of aluminum bottles, but I just don't see the exact package he really wants. I tell myself I'll just stop by another store on the way home and get them there, so I start to head back to the checkout when I nearly trip in the middle of the aisle...
Chris is sitting in the center of the aisle, next to one of the glass doors on the fridges. I tell him that I looked but I couldn't find what it was he was looking for, and he says it's okay. He has something better. He points up to the top of the fridge he's sitting by, and on the very top shelf, about two feet above my head, there is a 5 gallon jug of clear alcohol with a small box sitting on top of it. He stands up and pulls them both down, and tells me that they are very special, because no one else in the world has them. I don't know what exactly it is, I think he tried to explain it but my dream-mind wouldnt let me remember it. I tell him I don't have the money or the space to buy them, and he laughs and says it's fine, he has some back at the house anyways. But he makes me put them back up on the shelf. The shelf above my head. *sigh* I manage to lift the 5 gallon jug and slide it onto the shelf, though I literally have to climb OVER Chris to reach. When I try to put the box back on top of the jug though, it won't fit. I try and try but it just doesn't fit. Chris laughs at me, stands up, and opens the glass door just to the left of the one I'm in. He takes the box from me, and puts it through the other door and around to the side of the jug, then pushes it upwards into the ceiling of the fridge... and the ceiling shifts! He is then able to easily slide it on top of the jug, and the ceiling falls back into place.
I tell him it's not fair, that he cheated to get it in there, and I could have done the same thing except I was trying to do it the RIGHT way, even if that meant a little extra work. I'm facing the fridge while saying all this, and when I turn around to say it to his face, he's gone. Completely disappeared. So I shake my head and go back to Megan at the checkout, we pay for our things, then we leave.
We get back to the house, and I'm guessing all the groceries we originally had in the shopping cart are already unloaded and put away. I place the cake gently down on the countertop (though it doesn't appear to be my own kitchen) and when I turn around, Megan is gone. I turn back to the cake and begin to cut it into slices. However, I seem very obsessive about it. I cut four square pieces, one for each of us. I almost seem to be measuring the pieces with my eyes, and cutting off tiny slivers of cake to add on to certain pieces until I am satisfied that they are all the exact same shape and size. This part seems to take a while, but by the time it is over it felt like it went by quickly.
Chris comes into the kitchen while I'm cutting the cake, and I tell him that I'm sorry but I couldn't find the exact case of beer he was looking for. He says its okay, he still has that clear stuff and didnt really need the beer anyways, though he appreciates my looking. (I'm surprised at this point that neither of us seemed to have considered getting a smaller box, or at least SOME sort of beer, but apparently we were both thinking the same thing: if I couldn't get the EXACT thing I was looking for, then it's best to not get anything at all. I hand him the other item he asked me to pick up, though I still have no idea what it was. I just know it was small enough to fit in my hand. He puts it in his pocket then walks out of the kitchen, and I bring everyone their cake.
In the living room, Mike and Jamie are talking. It's obvious they are drunk, and they are discussing wanting to do something. They are waving their arms around, slurring their words, and stumbling as they walk. Jamie suggests playing pool, and Mike agrees and they say they are going out to go play pool. They start reaching for keys when I shout, "WAIT!" We have a pool table, right in front of them actually, and I tell them that I will clean off the pool table and get it set up if they will just wait a few minutes, then no one will have to drive anywhere. They agree, and I start cleaning. It only takes about five minutes, and it's all done and ready for them to play. The three guys at this point are all drinking, they are all drunk, and they are all slurring their words, waving their arms around, and stumbling and swerving when they walk. They are having a conversation, but they are muttering and slurring so badly I can't make out a single word. They apparently have no trouble understanding each other, and suddenly they are all looking at me from across the pool table and laughing at me.
That is when I woke up.
I believe it started off with my husband having some friends over. There were four of us in total, which means it was just myself, my husband, and his friends Chris and Jamie. They were sending me to the store for some things. It was just me going, so I don't know where my kids were at the time. Presumably the guys were watching them, or perhaps they were visiting some family.
They ask me to pick up some food, especially some snack type foods to eat throughout the night. I don't remember if they asked me to pick up anything for dinner, but I'm sure I got something anyways. Chris handed me a fistful of cash, and asked me to be sure I picked up two 15 packs of Miller Lite 16 oz aluminum bottles. He asked me to grab one other thing, but I don't remember what it was.
So I leave the house, and arrive at the grocery store. It's laid out something like a mix between our local grocery store, Brookshire's, and the bakery section of Sam's Club. I go around the store, filling the cart with food, and as I'm ready to leave I pass by a stand with a bunch of cakes on it. My eyes light up and I realize "I want CAKE!" I get all excited and start circling the stand, inspecting the cakes that are there and searching for one that's small, and pre-packaged. The bakery itself was closed at that time, so I couldn't ask them to get me a smaller one, I had to find one I wanted right on that stand.
There was a large half-sheet pink cake with puffy white frosting on the edges. It had a sort of fancy design on the top, and a space where I'm assuming most people get words put on. There was a smaller cake, about a foot long by eight inches or so, covered completely in chocolate fudge with walnuts. I liked that one, but I kept searching. I came upon two cakes that were very odd. They were pizza cakes. They literally looked like cakes, but they were only an inch tall. The walls of the cakes were made to look like pizza dough, while the tops of them resembled an actual pizza. I believe they actually were coated in sauce and cheese (one was a cheese pizza cake and the other was a pepperoni pizza cake). I didn't believe they were real until I felt someone brush by me and I fell forward, one hand falling directly into the center of the cheese pizza cake. It was greasy and squishy and it felt disgusting... I could feel that it was a cake with a pizza on top. I moved on quickly before the idea of it made me sick. Then I see it. There is a small square cake, 8x8, a salmon-pink colored frosting, strawberry banana, with dark brown chocolate frosting around the edges. It was perfect, and it was pre-packaged, perfect for me to just grab and go.
I get my cake, and I head to the check out counter. Then I suddenly remember, I forgot Chris's alcohol! I turn my head to look behind me, and see the refrigerator section. I turn back, and suddenly I am not pushing an overflowing shopping cart. Instead, I have a small handful of items, maybe two or three total, and my friend Megan is standing beside me telling me we should get going before it gets too late. I hand her the items and ask her to wait just a minute, I forgot the alcohol, and that I'll be right back. I rush back to the fridge section and begin searching the L-shaped aisle for a 15 pack of 16oz Miller Lite aluminum bottles. I find a Miller Lite section, but there is every other size and package of bottles, cans, and even smaller packages of aluminum bottles, but I just don't see the exact package he really wants. I tell myself I'll just stop by another store on the way home and get them there, so I start to head back to the checkout when I nearly trip in the middle of the aisle...
Chris is sitting in the center of the aisle, next to one of the glass doors on the fridges. I tell him that I looked but I couldn't find what it was he was looking for, and he says it's okay. He has something better. He points up to the top of the fridge he's sitting by, and on the very top shelf, about two feet above my head, there is a 5 gallon jug of clear alcohol with a small box sitting on top of it. He stands up and pulls them both down, and tells me that they are very special, because no one else in the world has them. I don't know what exactly it is, I think he tried to explain it but my dream-mind wouldnt let me remember it. I tell him I don't have the money or the space to buy them, and he laughs and says it's fine, he has some back at the house anyways. But he makes me put them back up on the shelf. The shelf above my head. *sigh* I manage to lift the 5 gallon jug and slide it onto the shelf, though I literally have to climb OVER Chris to reach. When I try to put the box back on top of the jug though, it won't fit. I try and try but it just doesn't fit. Chris laughs at me, stands up, and opens the glass door just to the left of the one I'm in. He takes the box from me, and puts it through the other door and around to the side of the jug, then pushes it upwards into the ceiling of the fridge... and the ceiling shifts! He is then able to easily slide it on top of the jug, and the ceiling falls back into place.
I tell him it's not fair, that he cheated to get it in there, and I could have done the same thing except I was trying to do it the RIGHT way, even if that meant a little extra work. I'm facing the fridge while saying all this, and when I turn around to say it to his face, he's gone. Completely disappeared. So I shake my head and go back to Megan at the checkout, we pay for our things, then we leave.
We get back to the house, and I'm guessing all the groceries we originally had in the shopping cart are already unloaded and put away. I place the cake gently down on the countertop (though it doesn't appear to be my own kitchen) and when I turn around, Megan is gone. I turn back to the cake and begin to cut it into slices. However, I seem very obsessive about it. I cut four square pieces, one for each of us. I almost seem to be measuring the pieces with my eyes, and cutting off tiny slivers of cake to add on to certain pieces until I am satisfied that they are all the exact same shape and size. This part seems to take a while, but by the time it is over it felt like it went by quickly.
Chris comes into the kitchen while I'm cutting the cake, and I tell him that I'm sorry but I couldn't find the exact case of beer he was looking for. He says its okay, he still has that clear stuff and didnt really need the beer anyways, though he appreciates my looking. (I'm surprised at this point that neither of us seemed to have considered getting a smaller box, or at least SOME sort of beer, but apparently we were both thinking the same thing: if I couldn't get the EXACT thing I was looking for, then it's best to not get anything at all. I hand him the other item he asked me to pick up, though I still have no idea what it was. I just know it was small enough to fit in my hand. He puts it in his pocket then walks out of the kitchen, and I bring everyone their cake.
In the living room, Mike and Jamie are talking. It's obvious they are drunk, and they are discussing wanting to do something. They are waving their arms around, slurring their words, and stumbling as they walk. Jamie suggests playing pool, and Mike agrees and they say they are going out to go play pool. They start reaching for keys when I shout, "WAIT!" We have a pool table, right in front of them actually, and I tell them that I will clean off the pool table and get it set up if they will just wait a few minutes, then no one will have to drive anywhere. They agree, and I start cleaning. It only takes about five minutes, and it's all done and ready for them to play. The three guys at this point are all drinking, they are all drunk, and they are all slurring their words, waving their arms around, and stumbling and swerving when they walk. They are having a conversation, but they are muttering and slurring so badly I can't make out a single word. They apparently have no trouble understanding each other, and suddenly they are all looking at me from across the pool table and laughing at me.
That is when I woke up.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
In a Movie
In my dream, everyone I knew was playing a role in a movie. My part, as the director instructed me, was to be called over by a friend, who tells me another person we knew (Though I remember knowing the person well in the dream, I don't know who it really was, it's like I woke up and a fog hangs over their face... I know them so well, yet I don't know who it was.), well this person was in trouble or danger or was very upset or depressed, and my big part in the movie was to jump in front of a vehicle to save this person. I didn't get hit by the vehicle, though I remember being afraid even though I knew it was just a movie. The vehicle comes to a stop at a slight angle in front of me, and everyone seems to be thinking, "Okay, but what now?"
With the major drama of the movie over, it's time for lunch. I don't know at this point whether or not we're still acting. I'm in a small dark kitchen, but there are five refrigerators in a row before me. One I knew was mine, and it had simple things like hot dogs, Eckeridge sausage, leftovers... The next fridge over belonged to Alan Jackson (the country singer). I was surprised to see that every single package in his fridge had a green label boasting how environmentally friendly it is. I'm sure the idea that some foods aren't environmentally friendly must have scared me. In a bottom drawer of his fridge he had pre-made sausages on buns, individually wrapped, that only needed to be opened, heated, then eaten. It sounded good but on close inspection, it was literally just a large foot-long piece of bread, with a length of sausage on it, along with a huge pickle. The first thing I said was that we'd figure something out, and opened the door to my own fridge, but shortly decided to say screw it... We'll just eat the sausage from Alan Jackson's!
...That's really all I remember. Not even sure how I ate the sausage... >_>
With the major drama of the movie over, it's time for lunch. I don't know at this point whether or not we're still acting. I'm in a small dark kitchen, but there are five refrigerators in a row before me. One I knew was mine, and it had simple things like hot dogs, Eckeridge sausage, leftovers... The next fridge over belonged to Alan Jackson (the country singer). I was surprised to see that every single package in his fridge had a green label boasting how environmentally friendly it is. I'm sure the idea that some foods aren't environmentally friendly must have scared me. In a bottom drawer of his fridge he had pre-made sausages on buns, individually wrapped, that only needed to be opened, heated, then eaten. It sounded good but on close inspection, it was literally just a large foot-long piece of bread, with a length of sausage on it, along with a huge pickle. The first thing I said was that we'd figure something out, and opened the door to my own fridge, but shortly decided to say screw it... We'll just eat the sausage from Alan Jackson's!
...That's really all I remember. Not even sure how I ate the sausage... >_>
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