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Missisister Queen
February 5, 2010

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
November 19, 2009

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.
October 17, 2009

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.”

The Way You Make Me Feel
October 4, 2009

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.

money, money, money, money!
September 28, 2009

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.

cocaine nose job
August 28, 2009

I have never done coke before, and I never will.  I don’t really judge people that have, I just feel like (because of the brother) it ruined a part of my life.  Yet, I dream about it semi-regularly.

Last night, I dreamed that I had to go to the doctor because baby and I were having migraines.  The doctor was my Granny.  She prescribed us a shit ton of lortabs, which I was happy about.  I didn’t want Voltron to  sell any, even though he wanted to.  Somehow, I started crushing them up, as though I was going to snort them (no, thank you!).  Then, I was like, “wait a minute, I think this is cocaine.”  Then, I realized this was all happening at  work.  I then realized I also had weed, and I was just walking around work with a bag of weed hanging out of my purse and a bunch of cocaine in my hand (sans bag).  I woke up as I was about to pee in the bathroom at work.


doo doo on your shoes
August 15, 2009

Ok, this one is strange and kind of jumped all around.  I know I was sitting in a circle of people.  My cousin Lisa was there and Raisin was there, but that’s all I know for sure.  I do know that there were both males and females present.  We were playing some type of game, and I was asking the questions.  I went through the questions, told the answers, and then asked the questions again.  When no one knew the answer, I was completely puzzled, thinking, “You guys are either dumb or deaf.”  I do know I was trying to cheat so that Raisin would win, like I was nodding when she would say the answer, letting her know it was the right one.  I think we were betting on the game, because one of the dudes totally busted me for cheating.

I went into the bathroom for some reason that had to do with the game.  The bathroom was in someone’s bedroom, so I closed the door to the bedroom, but the door to the bathroom was still open.  While I was in there, I stepped in poop (I had shoes on, thank all things holy, that would be disgusting, even in a dream).  At first, I thought it was dog poop.  Well, what I stepped in may have been from a dog, but then I saw a (no kidding) 2 foot turd that had to have come from a human.  I knew I had to get rid of it, because I didn’t want anyone to go in after me and think that I had pooped in the floor.  I had a computer in there with me, and the page we needed for the game was taking forever to load, so I blamed that for my long absence.  Luckily, the poop was on a magazine, so I lifted the magazine and dumped it into the toilet.  It kind of sizzled when I put it in there.

I rejoined the group and thought everything was cool.  Someone noticed the poop on my shoe.  I blamed it on the dog.