Missisister Queen

I dreamed I was walking up and down an unfamiliar road.  The day was filled with bright sunshine, and it was warm, but not hot.  I was passing by a particular house and looking.  Not in a stalker sort of way, but in the sort of way I used to lurk about my friend Katherine’s house when I was seven years old.  I would ride on my bike back and forth, back and forth, waiting for her to come outside, fearful of knocking on the door and having to speak with her father.  I would just ride my bike and let my spokey dokes make their noise, hoping she would hear it and come outside to play with me.

I knew that there was someone in the house I wanted to hang out with, but I couldn’t place who the person was.  Then, AT, my missisister comes out.  Sweet.  I was all like, “It’s great to meet you, but I don’t know how I got to your house.”  She had been expecting me.  We were dressed in stylish clothes, nothing too dressy.  We were both wearing heels.

She motioned for me to follow her.  I was worried about our heels and the soft, moist grass, which was a vibrant green.  I didn’t want to mess up our shoes or the grass.  She assured me it was fine and led me to a smaller house in back that had a massive wrap around porch.  It was the type of porch that reminds me of decades past.  The kind of porch that children could easily play under.  We went under the porch.  I was confused, but she, once again, assured me that this was the way.  Suddenly, there was a door that led to a BEAUTIFUL shoppe.

There was handcrafted jewelry, handmade dresses and skirts, hand dyed curtains, and many other beautiful gifts I can’t remember.  It was our shoppe.  I was still confused, and she seemed exasperated.  Apparently, me, AT, and RG had the idea to open a shoppe on the coast in Mississippi.  We named the shoppe Missisister Queen.

Mad Men, Mad Woman

I dreamed the other night that I was working extremely hard to organize and redecorate a TV stand of sorts.  I think that I was at home, but there was also some office supplies, so I am not positive.  I was pleased with what I had done, especially considering I had not picked out the decor and the whole room was a huge mess before I worked on it.

My phone rings.  It’s a landline, not my cell phone.  I have an inkling as to who it is, as a car driven by the same person was coming up my street.  I was totally right.  It was Don Draper.  Not Jon Hamm, the actor, but Don Draper, the character.  I knew the moment I heard his voice that I’d been having an affair with him.  I began feeling a mixture of emotions: excitement, guilt, sadness for Betty Draper, just to name a few.  

I decided to act as though I was not at home, but, as I had all ready answered, he knew I was lying.  He also said, “I can see you through the window.”  I let him come in.  I knew he wanted to have sex, but I was waiting for him to notice the work I had done on the house.  I refused to have sex with him and became quite angry when he never said anything about my TV stand.  I shouted at him to get out and go back to his perfect wife.

I woke up literally laughing out loud.

Here in my car. I feel safest of all.

I have had a form of the same recurring dream since I was a child.  I remember having it when I was around seven.  I think that was the first time.  In this dream, I am always in a car, in either the passenger seat or the back seat.  I’m never in the driver seat, but I am responsible for driving the car.  I will suddenly realize that I am supposed to be driving.  I proceed to try to get to the driver’s seat, which is always empty.  Sometimes getting there is difficult and sometimes it’s easy.  

 

I had the dream last night, and it was no problem for me to climb into the driver’s seat.  I just said, “Oh shit, I am supposed to be driving.”  I was a little confused, but climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled into an Auto Zone, trying to get away from a cop.  I walked in with an unopened tampon in my hand.  The guy asked me why I had it.  I got really embarrassed and walked out.  He followed me and I said, “Chill out, this was a social experiment.  There’s no need to freak out.”

Life’s a Stage

I can’t remember what order everything happened in, so I’m describing this dream with keywords:

Musical, faking french accents, choir, arguing, 2 or 3 other women, elaborate Victorian dress, stage, audience, comedy, acting, theater, singing in the audience, rehearsing, not reading a script as much as reading dialogue from a novel

A dream is a wish your heart tweets

I’ll post this dream in tweet format. It’s only appropriate. (Yes, that’s my twitter name below. Feel free to follow/stalk me.)

kitchenrockstar just remembered that last night I dreamed Twitter released a new web interface, complete w/ a jquery’d-up retweet button. #nerd #ihavenolife

The Way You Make Me Feel

I had a dream last night that was strange in the way that what I remember most about it is strong emotions.  It was like I was dreaming in photographs that evoked strong emotions.  And, in a way, memories (I think).  What I remember may actually be an amalgamation of all my dreams from the night.

I remember having a flash of getting things out of the car and no one helping me.  I felt white hot anger.  I also felt unappreciated.  I felt like yelling, punching, stomping my feet, doing ANYTHING to express my anger.  I am not really an angry person.  If I wanted someone to help me with the groceries, I would just ask.  I am not really a tantrum thrower. I also remember someone close to me getting married.  I had what I refer to as wedding feeling.  That combination of happiness, anxiety, hopefulness.  A swelling of emotion.

Does anyone else ever wake up remembering the emotion much more than the events of the dream?  I sometimes wake up feeling emotional and not really being able to put my finger on exactly why and how I feel that way.  I have also been mad at individuals for things that happen in my dream.  I realize it’s ridiculous but can’t always prevent it.

“Peanut Butter Unicorns”

I had a dream/nightmare last night. Some friends including my bro and his wife and I were all tripping on a drug that made characters… …we saw on t.v. come to life. However something went terribly wrong and while I was outside the house caught fire & I could hear their screams of horror. I woke up at that point but I made myself go back and finish it. It ended with me killing Mike Myers (the villain) with a shotgun and some decapitation.

Those screams though, they are still getting to me today.

Submitted by Lyn in New Orleans

Something to do with a circus

Last night I dreamed something about a circus. I can’t remember the details. I am mostly sending this to test wordpress’s email post feature 🙂

money, money, money, money!

Last night I dreamed that  a lady I worked with and I were collecting money for one reason or another.  Someone brought us a purse that had been in lost and found for years.  We loved the purse, so we decided we would keep the purse, but leave the items in the purse in case the owner came back for it.  It was a cute bag.  We started looking in the wallet and found that there was a lot of money.  We were looking through it, and Dianne found a 1400 dollar bill.  I was hella confused.  Then, she found a couple of two dollar bills and told me to keep one for good luck.  I was stoked because I need money, and I pointed out that the money would really help me.  She said, “Be careful, if you keep this money, it’s likely to cause you bad luck.  It may not really be as big a blessing as you perceive.”  I just thought to myself, yeah, whatever.  As I kept looking, I noticed that the bills were in denominations that do not exist (15, 4, etc.).  I looked at the license, and it was from a state abbreviated “PK.”  This also confused me, but Dianna said it was the new abbreviation for Pennsylvania.  I accepted this as truth, but continued to question the denominations of the money.  The last thing I remember was hiding the money in a medicine cabinet along with Percocets we found in the purse.

A good reason to keep a pencil and pad by the bed!

Within 5 minutes of waking, half of your dream if forgotten. Within 10, 90% is gone. The famous poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, woke one morning having had a fantastic dream (likely opium induced) – he put pen to paper and began to describe his “vision in a dream” in what has become one of English’s most famous poems: Kubla Khan. Part way through (54 lines in fact) he was interrupted by a “Person from Porlock“. Coleridge returned to his poem but could not remember the rest of his dream. The poem was never completed.

“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

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