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Jul 9

Yet another dream post

Posted on Tuesday, July 9, 2013 in Dreams

I just had a crazy dream about Snow White being killed by two devious girls who revered cluthulu because their house had a portrait of an octopus hanging in it. I was one of the girls who was not really meaning to kill Snow White but instead was yearning dreadfully to be with someone who had been exiled. The town was old and weird. A city bus picked up the trash and I got on it and ended up back in time before the guy was exiled. I was going to clear his name. That’s when I woke up.

Y’all I have some crazy dreams. I told my boyfriend I need to sleep with him so he can hug me and stop me from having these insane thoughts in my head.

May 8

Crazy Dream Post

Posted on Wednesday, May 8, 2013 in Dreams

I wish I could write down with clarity what I dream, because every night is an adventure. Last night I dreamed that I was visiting some place called Red Hill, Georgia. The city was on the Alabama border, in the middle of the state. Maybe off of I-20. This city is completely fictitious.The town had two famous restaurants, a diner named the Grey Valet and one other. My friend complained that the Papa John’s pizza delivery took forever from there.

The house I was living in had lizards running around on the floor in my bedroom and a huge fluffy day bed with flowers on the duvet. But I had to sleep on the couch.

There was a famous zombie parade going on the day of my dream. The whole town seemed to be involved. Half the town dressed as zombies and the rest of the town chased them as civilian vigilantes. Children were excited, there was an air of excitement about the parade/celebration. I was on the sidelines and kids were running past me. Zombies were walking up the middle of the road, all decked out in makeup looking goulish.

The thing about dreams is, I guess, that they drive off of emotions and feelings and intuition, which for me are hard to convey when I describe what I was seeing. There was more about the bedroom that I don’t remember now, but it was about fish and water.

Feb 14

Another wacky dream!

Posted on Thursday, February 14, 2013 in Dreams

I was walking down 29 in Lilburn past the Kroger (it was closed) and walked past Monica Kaufman from Channel 2 news and a parapro from my elementary school carrying an umbrella. Then I was at an airport or train station, walking in the pedestrian bridges over the street into a mall or shopping center.

I went into a store that was tucked away, like a small boutique. There were circular product display, shoes, shorts, and hand towels. The branding seemed sort of like Tommy Hilfiger, everything was red white and blue. There was a customer in the store with me trying things on and knocking on the walls and stuff and when I inquired about it, the store employees said he had ocd and had to do certain actions repetitively. They were being cool about it, like saying he was a regular customer and that he just had to do it. (My dream self was not making  fun of people with ocd, I’m glad my subconscious is not an awful person.)

Some people asked me to be in a game show or something, they were all undergrads at UGA. I had on no clothes and roller skates so I went and got a big beach towel. The game show was like Jeopardy  There were snacks all around. No one was paying attention. I had to translate a sentence from Latin. I don’t speak Latin, but my dream self could but I wasn’t sure what sort of task I was being asked to do so missed the question and got upset. Then I started speaking French, “Non, je peux le tradiuire!” I was roller skating through the store. The area behind the store had an apartment. Lots of people were sleeping there. I was talking to some people I knew in elementary school. I wanted to go roller skating. They hadn’t been roller skating in years. I still had on my roller skates.

My dream ended by credits rolling like in a movie; I knew it was time to get up because the dream was over.

Feb 13

Dream February 13th

Posted on Wednesday, February 13, 2013 in Dreams

I dreamed that I was in a bunker of some kind and trying to escape. The doors opened and closed like a spaceship and I was hiding in the bathroom from people. Then I was hiding out on an island in a tropical location. I was hiding in a rock pool that was deep and looking up at people and they thought I was a mermaid.

There was a family there that was “my” family, I didn’t know them though. We were getting ready to leave the island. We were in a garage full of tools and work benches with all sorts of projects going at each. Then Steve Martin came and he was going to kill me and we were throwing rocks at each other. Then my “father” hit Steve Martin with a bag full of cans of beer but it had some sort of psychotropic drug on it and he stopped trying to kill me and as sitting there in a chair tripping.