We only dream of what we know

September 27, 2009 - Leave a Response

Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts – did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces – they are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember? The evil killer in your latest dream may be the guy who pumped petrol in to your Dad’s car when you were just a little kid. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces through our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilize during our dreams.

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Quitters have more vivid dreams

September 27, 2009 - Leave a Response

People who have smoked cigarettes for a long time who stop, have reported much more vivid dreams than they would normally experience. Additionally, according to the Journal of Abnormal Psychology: “Among 293 smokers abstinent for between 1 and 4 weeks, 33% reported having at least 1 dream about smoking. In most dreams, subjects caught themselves smoking and felt strong negative emotions, such as panic and guilt. Dreams about smoking were the result of tobacco withdrawal, as 97% of subjects did not have them while smoking, and their occurrence was significantly related to the duration of abstinence. They were rated as more vivid than the usual dreams and were as common as most major tobacco withdrawal symptoms.”

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what the pluck?

September 19, 2009 - Leave a Response

I sometimes get ingrown hairs on the back of my thighs and pluck at them with tweezers. In my dream, I was doing that. Over and over again, I plucked to pull the hairs out from under the skin, and when I did, it would reveal a hair that was over a foot LONG. It’d be like a hair that should’ve been on my head, but it was hanging from my leg. It was more astonishing than it was gross. I found several of these outrageously long leg hairs before awaking.

Lots of people talk to animals…. Not very many listen, though…

September 2, 2009 - Leave a Response

I have reoccurring dreams about bizarre hybrid animals.  I have for a long time.  When I was pregnant with my first child I dreamed I conceived her outdoors and owl sperm somehow got inside me and fertilized the egg at the same time as my husbands’ so when I birthed her she was half-owl.  I loved her anyway but was very disappointed I couldn’t breastfeed because she had a beak.

Lately there has been an animal in three of my recent dreams.  It looks like a manatee only it’s hairy and not in the water, and it runs with the grace and speed of a deer, only it’s the size of a large hippo.  It was in a dream last night, running through my yard and I was like “What is that?”  My mother was there and said it was a cow, but I looked at it in the face, closely, and said, “I’ve never seen a cow like that before.”

Here is a rather long dream I had before I went on my recent cross-country trip:

I’m at my friend Linda’s and for some reason I feel very grateful she is letting me and my kids stay with her.  She has stocked the fridge for us, filled with fruit salad, yellow meat water melon, and sweet potatoes.  I’m feeling very grateful as I go to fix the kids a drink.  They want more green tea and I’m looking for the bottle and when I spot it across the room it looks full, but when I approach it’s near empty.  There is a HUGE bottle of gatorade-type drink beside it so I scoop that up too.  I’m worried about all the sugar in it but when I look at the side I see it’s sugar-free.  I pour their drinks.

Linda and I have to go somewhere and the kids are fine with that.  Someone I trust is keeping them but upon wakening I don’t know who.  I feel good about going.  We get on the road and we’re on a country road and I’m glad for her friendship.  Suddenly we’re at the corner of AAA Produce by the Mug and Cone in Louisville, facing toward GP.  We’re at the intersection and the road ahead is dirt.  There are men working on trucks and it looks scary.  All of a sudden we’re on foot.  We see something up ahead, very close.  I’m like “What the fuck is that, a llama?” but as it turns I see it is a camel, one with a very long neck and as it turns and I see its profile with the setting sun behind it, it lets out this camel noise, a high pitched horn-like sound and I am struck with terror.  I tell Linda they are setting up some type of simulated Middle-East base, and I’m not sure what exactly it is but it’s military stuff.  This is the second time I’ve dreamed this about this area of town.

We turn right to get away from it and when we get on that road we see to the left of us another animal.  It’s a horse, a brown horse, but the body is the size of a Shetland pony and the neck and head are enormous.  It is so scary.  Trotting past it is a horse that is so deformed it looks like – I dunno, but it is changing colors like in the Wizard of Oz but I think, “This is not pretty in real life, it’s scary.”  Then a voice says – and I’m not longer sure if I said this, or if it was a voice in my head, but someone said, “This world is about to become a very scary place.”

Someone then walks by us with a black bear, smallish, on a leash, only his back end moves like a lizard.  We’re so scared so we decide to get off that street immediately and we run to the right, into a yard with a big pretty apartment complex, like a huge old mansion turned into apartments.  Automatically we see these two ENORMOUS dogs that get up to come toward us.  They’re white with brown spots.  We see there’s a third dog that is normal sized but I realize it’s because that’s their baby.  We are very frightened of the dogs.  They aren’t snarling or acting menacing, but they are huge – at least as big as horses.  We want to get away from them and quick!  We start toward the house – careful not to run – and there is a middle aged black man trying to get in.  He knocks for someone and then leans his back on the door, watching the dogs with terror on his face.  I somehow know he lives there and think, “This is not a good sign that he, who lives here, is scared too.”

As we approach the door opens and we all go in.  There’s an older white man inside, ushering the three of us inside.  I notice it’s dilapidated and old and there’s no furniture in any of the rooms.  “You should call the super,” I say, which is strange since “super” is not a word I would use in real life, and they look at me.  “There is no super,” one of them says.

I think about how much time has passed since we left and I just want to be at home with my kids.  I begin to wonder if I will ever see them again.

Hold the Pickles

September 1, 2009 - One Response

My family (mom, dad, siblings – hubby was not there) and I were in a restaurant. We’re talking. I look at the menu, at several different types of chili you could order. Now, after being awake for 10 hours, I can’t recall if I ate some chili in the dream or if I just saw a picture of it in the menu. I can’t remember tastes or smells (although I’ve had dreams with both of those senses in them before).

Next, evidently two servers or busboys meet directly behind me. I hear them talking, but I never see them. One is apparently holding an empty pickle jar. The other comments, “Damn, you served a lot of pickles. There isn’t even hardly any juice in there!” (not verbatim) The other responds, “Yeah, I know, I just kind of drizzle the pickle juice onto the pickles…” or something, I can’t remember.

As I listened, I began to feel disgusted, because I LOATHE EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT PICKLES WITH THE FIRE OF A SUPERNOVA. And hearing about pickle juice just makes me feel even more sick.  It reminds me of, in high school, I had a teacher who would make “pickle-sicles” by freezing pickle juice into little paper cups, then selling it as part of a fundraiser for a club. OMG, I would rather lick my cat’s asshole…..

She’s got a baby inside…

August 30, 2009 - 7 Responses

I want to discuss a recurring dream that I’ve had every 2-3 months several times now.  I am giving birth. In the last dream I had, it was triplets. But I’ve also dreamed of twins and single babies. In the dream, the sensations – of feeling the baby inside my belly, of pushing the infant through my birth canal – are very vivid.  However, giving birth is never painful. I never remember much about actually MEETING the babies – what they look like or how I feel or what I say or anything. My main memories of the dreams are the childbirth process (unrealistic as it may be – I’ve heard it kinda hurts!) and discussing possible names with my husband. It’s kind of funny, in the dreams, the subject of the baby name comes up very suddenly, as though we had never thought about it until then!  Like we’re caught off guard trying to figure out what to name the kid. But the dreams are always very pleasant, I am very happy to become a mother in them, and I wake up and have that “mommy itch” for WEEKS after the dream.

Ah, the mommy itch, as I have dubbed it. I’ve had it before, but lately it has gotten to making more frequent and intense visits. I walk into my home after work and greet my 2 cats as “babies”. “Hi little babies!” “Oh I wuv my wittle babies!”.  I look at Facebook, read the statuses of mothers and expectant mothers with a crazy excitement. I look at photos of pregnant friends of mine. Try to imagine what it feels like to have life fluttering inside your tummy. I practically drool at baby photos. I gleefully watch videos of small kids doing cute things on the internet.

Oh, the horror! Only six months ago, I would rather die than have to deal with some screaming kid. Now all I see is the love between parents and children, and want to feel that kind of connection. I want to love something more than myself.

cocaine nose job

August 28, 2009 - Leave a Response

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.

Strange.

Ex Sex

August 24, 2009 - Leave a Response

Finally! I remembered a dream enough to blog it here. I only wish it were more original than the old “slept with my ex-boyfriend” cliche.

But it is what it is. Last night I dreamed I had sex with my ex-boyfriend from high school. The sex was as uninteresting as it always used to be. I made very little noise, if you know what I mean, but I still wasn’t as church-mouse silent as I was when we dated in real life – when I was a very sexually shy teenager. At some point he stopped what he was doing to insult my prowess. He said, “You don’t say much, do you?” I don’t remember how I responded, or if I did at all. The next thing I remembered was lying next my ex, feeling ashamed because I’m married in real life now.

doo doo on your shoes

August 15, 2009 - 3 Responses

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.

Gypsies and Tarot Cards

August 15, 2009 - Leave a Response

This was so surreal and so striking.  As far as dreams go, I can usually categorize them: nightmare, sexual, prophetic, stuff-from-the-day, etc.  This one isn’t as easily defined; it doesn’t fit into a certain genre.

It was colorful, that was the first thing that struck me about it.  There was a red-headed gypsy woman I felt so drawn to, and I found myself doing things in the dream that would cause me to get closer to her.  The closer I would get, however, the more apprehensive and shy I felt.

Then she noticed me.  My heart leaped into my throat in the same way it did when I was 15 and the boy I was so in love with would lock eyes with me across the patio at school.  I stumbled over my words as I fumbled an excuse to her, “I w-was wondering if you maybe had a tarot book for sale… I-I have one b-but it is kind of simple and though it’s perfect for a basic Rider Waite deck, I was hoping to kinda branch out you know…”  I expected her to smile and politely respond but she said “You’ve been here,” and as I responded, “No, I should have come here first but I-” she cut me off and grabbed my wrists.  Holding them tightly, she stared me in the eyes and said, forcefully, “No, Raisin, don’t you see?  You’ve been here already!!  Don’t you remember??”  And oh my god, her eyes were like nothing I’ve ever seen before.  They were the color of amber and appeared as hot as liquid fire, swirling around the deepest darkest pupils I’ve ever seen.  I was not just terrified but in awe, and I gasped as I was startled awake.