Saturday, September 3, 2011
Dreams: Crazy dream 9-3-11
Dreams: Crazy dream 9-3-11: I don't usually write down my dreams unless they are extremely crazy. My therapist suggested I start regularly writing them down. Seems I ...
Crazy dream 9-3-11
I don't usually write down my dreams unless they are extremely crazy. My therapist suggested I start regularly writing them down. Seems I have the craziest when I wake up in the early a.m. and then go back to sleep. She said that is pretty normal for most people. I'm not really into dream analysis, but maybe I should start.
Start of the dream....
I was at work and the office was a mixture of my job at the law office and my current job with the state. I was at my desk and walked into the copy room. I used to run the copy room at the law office. I'd had a flirt with a certain coworker and then he came into the copy room followed by two other people. The person I was flirting with turned out to be Wayne Coyne from my favorite band "The Flaming Lips" and he had his two band mates with him. We talked and he held my hand, I was so happy and astonished, and could not believe it. Then my cell phone started to ring. I have the HTC and am currently having problem with it, so incidentally it pisses me off to no avail after paying that much money for it. I see that it is my mother calling, but I can't answer the call.
I run into the other room near my desk and it is dark. My mother calls three times and I still can't answer it. I am getting more upset by the minute. I try to call her back and it does not go through. Then my stepfather calls and it goes to voice mail. I finally get through to my voice mail and my step dad says "your mom died" and the phone goes dead. I throw the phone and collapse on the floor, beating my hands and screaming. Then I try to call him back and the phone still will not go through so I can find out what the hell is going on and talk to him. Then after getting a hold of my sister, she tells me it was a joke and that my parents had moved to a new area. (In reality, they are moving in their motor home to Bullhead City in Arizona. I am concerned because of their health and the fact that they both cannot stand the heat.)
Somehow I am transported to this place and they have moved into a very strange little house. The house is the same one I was forced to live in through high school here in my hometown. It is located in a cul-de-sac on a street where litter is strewn about and broken toys from all the inbred children running amok in the street. (Exactly like the area down the street where I currently live, yes I hate it and think they are all inbred creatures) The children are all running around and I go to the house, wondering why they are here and not in their beautiful motor home parked next to a grove of trees like I imagine Bullhead to be like.
Walking up to the door I knock and my sister greets me at the door and invites me in. For some reason I have my three cats with me and I am still very confused as to why they are living here. My mother is standing at the sink washing dishes. I try to talk to her, but she acts like she does not understand what the hell I am talking about. The house is very sparse and not at all like my parents current house, which is very homey with blue carpet and recliner chairs. There is a sliding glass door and it opens and I go into the backyard. It has a cement patio like the one at our house in Bellevue, but the rest is all dead grass and a very poorly made fence separating it from the neighbors. On the other side of the fence is a workman's shed that is painted the same dirty cream color as all the other houses. My mother's beautiful fuschia plants are hanging from the porch. Then there are a couple of cats in the backyard, much like the strays I currently feed. Some of the children come out the sliding door and start to run around yelling and playing. An older girl, kinda stocky with greasy blonde hair comes out and she has a rat on her shoulder and a parakeet in her hair. The parakeet flies up and gets in the fuschia. I call to it and put out my finger for it to perch and it gets on my finger chirping happily. I walk back into the house with the bird. My cats suddenly run outside because there is a dog in the front room. I hand the bird off to a teenage boy and run outside. My cat Jinx has run through the fence and there are about 40 cats of all colors and sizes including tabby and black fluffy kittens. They are running all over the place and the kids are running around with them. I cannot find my cat as he has blended in with the other. I see glimpses of him and yell for him to come, of course he ignores me.
Exasperated I walk back into the house to ask my sister for a glass of water. She is sitting at a round glass table drinking some water out of a yellow plastic cup. I hate plastic cups as they are so ghetto. She tells me the glasses are in the kitchen. Every cupboard I open has glass vases and pitchers and finally I find some glasses up on the highest shelf. The glass I choose turns into a clear golden brown small glass pitcher and I look at it so confused and go get another glass. Filling it with water from the tap I walk to the picture window that looks out to the street. The children are still running around and they start to come through the door. I yell at them to get out of the house and go play outside. I have to physically remove some of them and push them out the door. (I do not like children)
Suddenly I can hear a great commotion and I run outside. I hear a motor whirring and look to the sky only to see a huge blimp that is a muted creamy lemon yellow with not a word on the side, quite unlike the Goodyear Blimp of my childhood. Watching this pass overhead I look to the south and there are two more blimps coming over the horizon and one passes. Then I see this strange shape that looks and sounds kind of like a helicopter. It starts to move faster and passes one blimp getting closer. I can see it more clearly and it has a square front end and flies overhead, turns to start to come back. I see that it has no rotor like a helicopter and a strange tail that is jointed like an inch work with no opening for the propulsion to come out, but it is moving back and forth from side to side, and this propels it forward at a great speed. As it turns to face us, I am standing with the glass in my hand and my mouth hanging open in astonishment. I am thinking what the fuck is that, and I see that it has two light blue dots on the front of the square cockpit with rounded corners. I think this is unfucking believable, and what the hell and I seeing. It turns to face me full on and starts to hover as if it is going to land. Now I start the feel the terror and the children are running, screaming their heads off with a deafening sound. Still looking up......
And of course that is the end of my dream because my damn alarm goes off. I hit the snooze and fall back to a half awake state, telling myself inside my head, the words my therapist told me. "Be more aware!" Waking I feel as if I am drugged and cannot get up. Finally I get up staggering, drink my water, and walk to the front room thinking this dream is too crazy not to write down. There you have it! Now what the fuck does that mean?
End
Start of the dream....
I was at work and the office was a mixture of my job at the law office and my current job with the state. I was at my desk and walked into the copy room. I used to run the copy room at the law office. I'd had a flirt with a certain coworker and then he came into the copy room followed by two other people. The person I was flirting with turned out to be Wayne Coyne from my favorite band "The Flaming Lips" and he had his two band mates with him. We talked and he held my hand, I was so happy and astonished, and could not believe it. Then my cell phone started to ring. I have the HTC and am currently having problem with it, so incidentally it pisses me off to no avail after paying that much money for it. I see that it is my mother calling, but I can't answer the call.
I run into the other room near my desk and it is dark. My mother calls three times and I still can't answer it. I am getting more upset by the minute. I try to call her back and it does not go through. Then my stepfather calls and it goes to voice mail. I finally get through to my voice mail and my step dad says "your mom died" and the phone goes dead. I throw the phone and collapse on the floor, beating my hands and screaming. Then I try to call him back and the phone still will not go through so I can find out what the hell is going on and talk to him. Then after getting a hold of my sister, she tells me it was a joke and that my parents had moved to a new area. (In reality, they are moving in their motor home to Bullhead City in Arizona. I am concerned because of their health and the fact that they both cannot stand the heat.)
Somehow I am transported to this place and they have moved into a very strange little house. The house is the same one I was forced to live in through high school here in my hometown. It is located in a cul-de-sac on a street where litter is strewn about and broken toys from all the inbred children running amok in the street. (Exactly like the area down the street where I currently live, yes I hate it and think they are all inbred creatures) The children are all running around and I go to the house, wondering why they are here and not in their beautiful motor home parked next to a grove of trees like I imagine Bullhead to be like.
Walking up to the door I knock and my sister greets me at the door and invites me in. For some reason I have my three cats with me and I am still very confused as to why they are living here. My mother is standing at the sink washing dishes. I try to talk to her, but she acts like she does not understand what the hell I am talking about. The house is very sparse and not at all like my parents current house, which is very homey with blue carpet and recliner chairs. There is a sliding glass door and it opens and I go into the backyard. It has a cement patio like the one at our house in Bellevue, but the rest is all dead grass and a very poorly made fence separating it from the neighbors. On the other side of the fence is a workman's shed that is painted the same dirty cream color as all the other houses. My mother's beautiful fuschia plants are hanging from the porch. Then there are a couple of cats in the backyard, much like the strays I currently feed. Some of the children come out the sliding door and start to run around yelling and playing. An older girl, kinda stocky with greasy blonde hair comes out and she has a rat on her shoulder and a parakeet in her hair. The parakeet flies up and gets in the fuschia. I call to it and put out my finger for it to perch and it gets on my finger chirping happily. I walk back into the house with the bird. My cats suddenly run outside because there is a dog in the front room. I hand the bird off to a teenage boy and run outside. My cat Jinx has run through the fence and there are about 40 cats of all colors and sizes including tabby and black fluffy kittens. They are running all over the place and the kids are running around with them. I cannot find my cat as he has blended in with the other. I see glimpses of him and yell for him to come, of course he ignores me.
Exasperated I walk back into the house to ask my sister for a glass of water. She is sitting at a round glass table drinking some water out of a yellow plastic cup. I hate plastic cups as they are so ghetto. She tells me the glasses are in the kitchen. Every cupboard I open has glass vases and pitchers and finally I find some glasses up on the highest shelf. The glass I choose turns into a clear golden brown small glass pitcher and I look at it so confused and go get another glass. Filling it with water from the tap I walk to the picture window that looks out to the street. The children are still running around and they start to come through the door. I yell at them to get out of the house and go play outside. I have to physically remove some of them and push them out the door. (I do not like children)
Suddenly I can hear a great commotion and I run outside. I hear a motor whirring and look to the sky only to see a huge blimp that is a muted creamy lemon yellow with not a word on the side, quite unlike the Goodyear Blimp of my childhood. Watching this pass overhead I look to the south and there are two more blimps coming over the horizon and one passes. Then I see this strange shape that looks and sounds kind of like a helicopter. It starts to move faster and passes one blimp getting closer. I can see it more clearly and it has a square front end and flies overhead, turns to start to come back. I see that it has no rotor like a helicopter and a strange tail that is jointed like an inch work with no opening for the propulsion to come out, but it is moving back and forth from side to side, and this propels it forward at a great speed. As it turns to face us, I am standing with the glass in my hand and my mouth hanging open in astonishment. I am thinking what the fuck is that, and I see that it has two light blue dots on the front of the square cockpit with rounded corners. I think this is unfucking believable, and what the hell and I seeing. It turns to face me full on and starts to hover as if it is going to land. Now I start the feel the terror and the children are running, screaming their heads off with a deafening sound. Still looking up......
And of course that is the end of my dream because my damn alarm goes off. I hit the snooze and fall back to a half awake state, telling myself inside my head, the words my therapist told me. "Be more aware!" Waking I feel as if I am drugged and cannot get up. Finally I get up staggering, drink my water, and walk to the front room thinking this dream is too crazy not to write down. There you have it! Now what the fuck does that mean?
End
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