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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Found
My heart jumped in my chest and I said, "How did you find me?!"
He refused to answer.
I screamed, "Get out! Get out get out get out!" And I whacked the door shut on his nose. I heard him retreat so I opened the door and followed him to our front door, repeating the question, "How did you find me?" I never received an answer. I told him to never come here again.
My roommate, Jeremy, accused me of telling him where we lived but I hadn't. I went back into my bedroom and looked around at the life I had carefully rebuilt and thought "could he tell a man lives in here with me?"
I looked at my boyfriend and said, "I didn't tell him. I didn't tell him where we lived. I don't know how he found out."
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Marrying A Friend and A Celebrity
Stephanie brought her girlfriend out to meet me...and it was Julia Roberts. Julia smiled at me and took my hand to lead me to a small podium in the center of the room. I had to step over other people laying on blankets as we walked.
I stood on the listeners' side of the podium while Stephanie and Julia stood on the speakers' and we all clasped hands. I repeated each line Julia spoke, who then repeated it back to me, while she looked at Stephanie.
And I married them.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I Committed Murder
Sometime later, she joined up with us, and I was protecting her, when one of her teammates from the other side snuck up behind one of ours and was going to knife his throat. I grabbed her sniper rifle, aimed down the sight and fired, blowing the guy backward. They both collapsed onto the ground. But my shot was poor, because the other guy sat back up, so, again, I aimed down the sight, and this time, I aimed for this forehead and fired. And I killed him.
He was the last kill and we stood around looking at each other when I realized we could be brought up on murder charges. My teammates wanted me to get rid of my guns, but I was afraid to, because my fingerprints were all over them.
I ended up throwing down the guns I had and running with them anyway. As the sirens blared louder, coming closer to the arena.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
A Giant Bug
When we came back to dispose of it, the lid was off of the box and the creature was gone.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
I Was Fired
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Offending A Friend
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Death of Snails
unemployed. I was reassuring them to expect great things from me.
I also dreamed that I walked through an aquarium and as I passed the
small exhibits with the underwater snails, they began to die, one by
one, as I walked by, setting off alarms. Their dying bodies glowed.
I had been searching for a bathroom, so when I saw that happening, I
quickened my pace and continued looking. As I rounded the left bend
(it seemed to be a continuing left curve there) I saw the bathroom
sign and workers were running by me in the direction I had come to
save the dying snails. And I knew in some way, I had killed them.
I entered the bathroom, where two girls ahead of me were gossiping
about someone and sat down in a stall.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
My Sister Hunted Dinosaurs
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Centipedes
Monday, June 21, 2010
What Is Life Without Color?
A Chinese woman and man (married) were getting their eyes examined. They had been getting them examined for years, because the work they did made their vision poor over time. The doctors were trying to reverse the effects their work had had on their eyes, with operations (I think, but I’m not positive) and eye drops. They were unsuccessful with the man; he raged at them and the children (there were a dozen Chinese children in the facility) were very frightened of him. I found out that his work had negatively impacted him, and the gradual loss of his site was the repercussions of his terrible work, whatever it was. His work was Bad.
I watched the doctors (white, by the way) place eye drops into his wife’s eyes and she blinked. She could see! She stood up and the Chinese children swarmed her joyously and she wept with happiness as they crowded her and hugged her. I found out that she lost her site because of her work, but she was a seamstress, sewing clothes for children, so her work was Good. And that is why she received her site back. She asked why there was no artwork in the facility and I didn’t have the answer. The doctors just shrugged and said artwork was expensive. The facility was so cold and white…
So I got down on my hands and knees and said, “It’s so easy to create your own abstract art! Just grab some conte crayons and a blank sheet of drawing paper and begin coloring and smearing…Then take a matte black frame and place it over it and you have artwork for less than $10! What is life without color?!”
That is when my alarm woke me up, blaring through my brain.
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Yesterday, I had a caffeinated soda in the middle of the afternoon. I’m quite positive that is the reason for the vivid (literally) dream.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Body Hair
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The American Legion Bridge
Thursday, October 8, 2009
My Aunt Died
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Austin Powers Is Sexy?
Last night, in my dream, I was chasing Austin Powers, because I WANTED him. I finally trapped him in a hotel room, and to give the room atmosphere, I started turning off the lights. But the lights were endless. Every time I thought I had the last one, I realized there was another I had missed. I finally gave up on the lights and seductively went to him in my negligée, where he appeared scared and nervous. There the dream ended.
*Note: I have not watched any of the Austin Powers movies in years.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Shattering Dishes
Last night, I dreamed that I was standing in the kitchen while my boyfriend did the dishes when all of a sudden, he turned and began raging at me. Then he began throwing plates and bowls and glasses at me as I stood in terror, while they shattered around my feet and all I could do was open my mouth in a silent scream.
*It’s important for me to note here that a couple of months ago I got out of a long-term mentally and occasionally physically abusive relationship, and I believe this dream was a projection of that. As my friend put it, my “past is haunting” me.*
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Car Accident
Last night, I dreamt that I was winding down the twisty roads of West Virginia (not sure why WV, but whatever) in my banana yellow Celica. It began to gradually lose gravity and bounce, similar to how you would bounce on the moon. As it bounced higher and higher, I continued to lose control and flew off the road in mid-air towards the fir trees that are so prevalent in this part of the country (for the record, I live in northern Virginia). I was directly headed for one of those trees and I braced both hands on the steering wheel and pushed back, readying for impact. It should be noted here that the rest of this happened in slow motion. Bracing myself, I pushed back against the seat, and plowed into the tree. Glass shattered all around me. When the car came to a complete stop, I was fully reclined, as if the bracing and pushing and reclined it all the way back until I was laying down.
And then I walked away from the accident, without a scratch.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Birth
About a day passed and I kept thinking his name was Anthony, and I worried that my friend Carmen was going to be so pissed that i had named him that, because that’s HER baby’s name. Then I realized that I hadn’t heard a peep from the little one since I brought him home, and realized I didn’t have a crib or baby monitors, or ANYTHING. I rushed downstairs (Dennis and I were living in my old house in Virginia) and he was still in the bag, which was still tied shut. I ripped open the bag, and he was gasping for breath and his little heart was beating wildly. But I didn’t take him to the doctor, because I was afraid they would call the cops to come arrest me for child neglect.
Then I checked his hospital bracelet and remembered I didn’t name him Anthony afterall! I named him Theodore Jackson (I have no idea where that name is from). And I called him Teddy. I pressed Teddy to me so relieved, and his heart beat slowed to normal. I remember just loving that kid so much, and the last thing I remember is holding him up by his hands and teaching him to walk.
Then I woke up.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Brain Surgery
I dreamed I was having an autopsy/brain surgery. Dr. Hahn from Grey’s Anatomy was my surgeon and I was awake and laying face down while she peeled my scalp back from skull. She kept pouring ice cold water over my skull to rinse the blood and every time she did, I got a cold chill that went down my body. Afterwards, she sewed me up, and I asked my friend Liz, “Can you see the scar and stitches?” as I shook my LONG wavy hair at her.
I have short short hair. Weird.