s'mores & things.

Odd dreams about people I haven't seen in awhile...

I can't really remember the order they were in but here goes.

Drew showed up at my house and we were standing in the mud room talking and he was trying to explain his douchebaggery. Then he says he has a surprise for me and we go outside and he's got a big rig parked at the end of my driveway. We get in and are standing in the back part and we continue our conversation. It went something like... I'm sorry I know I said I would stop doing this shit... and it freaked me out how intensely I felt... and I had spent the night before talking to my best friend who had just broke up with his girlfriend so it got me thinking... and I'm sorry. Then he tried to kiss me and I was like WOAHBUDDY nu uh. Last time you started this shit I lost my best friend. Keep your feely type emotions to yourself and go back to being my best friend and I think we'll all be a lot happier. I think I hurt his dream feelings because I don't recall him saying anything else.

/end dream.


I rolled over and picked up my phone and my friend Travis had sent me like pages upon pages of text messages but they weren't a conversation or anything... it was like a story. He had gotten this ginormous tattoo on his back that, from what I recall, was actually pretty badass. And the attached story was explaining the meanings behind it.

/end dream.

I saw Tater in the grocery store. He was coming down the aisle pushing a cart and I happened to hear him talking from the next row. I ran through the store and jumped on him to the point where he dropped the loaf of bread he had in is hand and he had to catch me. Then we went back to his house and made s'mores....

/end dream.

bad.

Strange using dream. Little too realistic for my taste, but it's to be expected what with the quitting smoking and all. I can remember it pretty vividly but I don't particularly want to go into this one, since it seems to be a pretty big trigger. One strange part though, is that I was dating this blonde guy. I rarely go for blonds. I have a thing for dark hair and dark eyes... Hm. Oh, and Danelle was in this one too. She pops up every once in awhile.

Anyway. Not interesting, but wanted to write it down.

/end dream.

gearhead.

This ones another random image dream, not so much a fluid timeline. I've been reading about a boy who accidentally gets turned into a girl by a stoner angel... and he was a car fanatic who drag raced. So essentially, a gearhead, drag racing chick. How effing sweet, amiright!? My main memory is racing this scary lady and winning. And then a couple of my exes, who teased me about my car until I whooped them.

Downside, I have no recollection what kind of car it was. I don't even remember seeing it, just being in it and seeing under the hood. No full on view or anything. There was no passenger seat and I think it was black. Then I was working on it. I was putting in something fancy to make it go faster, I think. Maybe. Iono. When I'm awake and open a hood of a car I barely know what I'm looking at. I can check the oil and the coolant levels. Oh and jump a battery. And change a tire. That's about it. Anyway. I had my head under the hood and was leaning in real far when someone came up and grabbed my ass and it startled me so bad I bashed my head on the hood... Don't know who that was either. A mysterious faceless person.

But yeah. Pretty sweet. I was pumped about this one. Too bad this was not something I could transfer to real life. Guess I'll have to keep dating guys who work on cars instead.

Hah. Yeah... right.


/end dream.

Bob Marley.

Let me preface this with the fact that yesterday was a super long day at work. We had no a/c and I was stuck behind a bunch of copy machines that put out an extraordinary amount of heat. Plus some other debacles. But. Whatever. So as soon as I came home I booked it to my room, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and face planted into my bed. I slept like that till 1 a.m. when I was awoken abruptly by the second dream I list here. Now. Onto the point of this entry...

This is a bits and pieces kind of dream. Lots of vivid images, but no fluid timelines.

The first image I remember seeing is being in somewhere similar to ancient Rome. Back in the day, if you will. And Bob Marley was fighting for the throne... I knew there was a fight going on but I didn't see any of it. Then, in a moment of glory, someone put a crown on his head and sunlight burst out of the clouds. Yayyy. Long live the king! lol.

Next mental image is depressing... as usual, I had a dream about my ex. I don't normally document these because they happen almost every night. This can either be construed as sweet or insanely creepy. Take your pick. But everyone knows how I feel about him, I whine about it all the time and drunk text him on a regular basis. So...anyway. This one was so realistic it made me wake up out of a dead sleep at one a.m. (see above) He was here. He'd drove down here to see me in person so we could talk. He wanted to see if we should try and work it out or tell me to quit pestering him once and for all. But when he got here it was late so he crawled into bed with me. I swear I rolled over and he was there and we were face to face. I could feel it. Like his breath and how warm he was and his heartbeat. Even the texture of his t-shirt. And I of course start crying and he tells me to stop and we start talking, like we used to, and he says he doesn't want to talk about the serious stuff right now. He's tired, he just drove 6 hours, and he just wants to enjoy the moment. So he starts teasing me about my teddy bear and the stupid stuff I do and have in my room that reminds me of him. Which I will not list here. Because they are embarrassing. And again, could be construed as sweet or insanely creepy.

I woke up with tears running down my face.
UGH.

I also had a dream where my entire family was moving in my grandma's house. (Which is partially true, my cousins and my aunt are moving in with grandma) but it was her old house, and my mom and I were included. And for some reason, my cousin and I (the next oldest) got into this huge argument. We were screaming at each other, but then all of a sudden were cool about it lol. The house we were moving into was pretty awesome though. Oh, and my grandma was sitting at a vanity in this really pretty attic room and I remember coming up the stairs and my mom was re-arranging some stuff. And I asked whose room this was going to be and they said Grandma and Grandpa's. And I said woah.. grandpa's going to be here? And Grandma said, yes, they decided to give it another go. Which is strange... because before he passed away, they had been divorced for at least 6 years...

OKAY then... on to the fourth and final mental image. I believe this one personifies my extreme frustration of work yesterday. (Remind me to drink more coffee, I'm about to have a suuupperr long two weeks.) I'm standing at the CPC check out. And this portly middle aged man with glasses and a blue tshirt tucked into khaki pants walks up. And you know how guys with a gut tuck their shirts into their pants and it like, conforms to the shape of their belly? Yeah. Like that. He walks up to pick up his prints and he says, "Oh, also, I'd like to buy some food stamps." I raise my eyebrow at him and do the head jerk to the side that I do when I'm confused, and say, "Uhm, I'm sorry, but we don't sell food stamps here... They don't even call them food stamps anymore. They're on a card..." Portly Guy starts to get angry. "That's bullshit! I used to buy them here all the time!" I reply, "Well first of all, like I said, they don't give out food stamps anymore, per se. They're on a type of credit card called a Link card. And secondly, if you can afford to buy the stamps, why don't you just go to the store and buy the damn food!" Then he demands to see my manager. I tell him my manager will tell him the exact same thing I just did. Then I woke up because my fan had blown off my blanket.

Raphael.

The first part of this dream was pretty short. Kinda like the commercial channel you have when you're watching t.v. You know, you watch it for a few minutes while the show you're really trying to watch is on a commercial. You don't see much of it, but it keeps you entertained in the mean time. I'm in Saved By the Bell (lol) as if it were real. And it's the end of the school year and there's some contest where if we win some big band will come and play at the school. (Bayside, I still remember. Nerd.) Anyway. Kelly, Lisa, and I submit something and win. YAY. Except Jessie is all pissed because she didn't win so having to go pick up the band and him leaving Zack as principal...

/end dream.

This other dream was way cooler and way more realistic. It's a time travel dream. In this one I end up in the Italian countryside probably 200-ish years ago. I'm not familiar with Italian history, so I can't place the clothes. But I land in the middle of some spring fair type deal. I'm aware that I've travelled back in time, but I seem to be in the right kind of clothes, except for my bathing suit top. Once I realize I'm half naked I scramble around trying to find a shirt, which I somehow manage to do. But as I'm doing this I wander into a group of musicians and a huge crowd of people dancing. I kinda think there was a Maypole, but I'm not sure. This girl, probably about my age, very pretty with dark hair comes up and says, "I don't recognize you. Are you from here?" (in English, btw) and I shake my head and tell her I've lost my family and stumbled across her town and I have no idea what I'm going to do. So she smiles and says, "Come with me" and leads me to this huge blanket where her family and friends are sitting. They all seem excited to meet me... which is strange... but they're the stereotypical loud, friendly Italian family. They all hug me and do the double kiss cheek thing and pour me a glass of wine and sit me down next to this super gorgeous guy. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and a killer smile. I can remember exactly what he looks like, even now. Hours later. He reminds me of someone but I can't figure out who. Anyway. His sister (the girl who found me) introduces us. His name is Raphael. He's shy. I'm shy. I don't speak Italian and him and his sister keep leaning over to talk to each other. But they keep glancing at me so it's pretty obvious they're talking about me. Then Raphael grabs me and tries to drag me out to dance. I object, of course, because I don't know how to dance like they do. He laughs at me and says it's all right, he'll teach me. The night carries on, lots of wine, lots of dancing, lots of flirting with this sexy Italian guy. Then he kisses me. I get lightheaded, can't breathe. Then his mom comes up and grabs me by the shoulders and says it's time for bed and does a shoo-ing motion at Raphael and tells him to behave himself. There will be plenty of time for that later. As she's helping me up the stairs into their villa she gives me the third degree about how I feel about her son and if she liked their family and how I would feel about staying. She says they think my red hair is amazing and they'd like to keep me. The rest of the dream is kinda like an entire year in a 2 second amount of time. The next thing I really remember is standing up at the altar with Raphael in a Catholic wedding. Which is strange, because I don't know much about Catholicism, but in the dream I seem to know what I'm doing.

/end dream.

previous three-in-one.

I'm going to kind of lump together the last three dreams I can remember, at least a small blurb about them. Might as well start this thing off as current as possible...

I was a Public Defender and my ex boyfriend was the cop that was investigating my case. We were working together to try and save an innocent girl. /end dream.

I was Rambo's daughter or some shit, this dream was like an action movie. I was standing in a diner out in the middle of no where and took out 8 guys with single head shots. Then jumped into a 70's model truck and took off with the little girl I was protecting in tow. We were chased by the Japanese mafia (or whatever they're called) along all these windy back roads. They wanted her because she'd witnessed a murder. Then I cut through a cornfield and pulled the truck up behind the barn. The guys in the rice burners didn't see us so they kept going. We were at a farm house and I'd been shot in the arm and the little girl had hit her head on the dashboard during the escape and was unconscious. There was a woman in the backyard hanging laundry on the clothes line and she rushed over to see if we needed help. As I was pulling the little girl out of the truck and about to walk up to the farm house the mob guys come pulling up into the front yard. Farm House Lady motions us back behind the barn and calmly walks up to the mob guys. They argue. She yells at them for destroying her field and tearing up the front yard with no provocation. Eventually she runs them off. The last part I remember is saying, "Please, I've got a little girl who's hurt..." /end dream.

I was a fucking Ninja Turtle. /end dream.


These all came to me in the same week. I did notice that they all seemed to be dreams where I was a 'hero' figure. Strange...

Ernest Hemingway.

Let me preface this with I have watched that Hemingway & Gellhorn movie a few times, so I think some of the images I had in my dream came from that. Anyway.

I met Ernest Hemingway at a bar in Spain. I was chatting, and speaking Spanish, and drinking a little bit. And he came and sat down next to me and offered to buy me a drink. I said sure and we started talking about writing. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I wrote, because I didn't think he'd like it. So he talked about himself for awhile then the dream moved on.

The next shot, and I say it that way because it reminded me of a scene from a movie, is where it got weird. And trippy. It was like I was looking down at a map. I was trying to find his house because I needed to ask him something and this map was entirely blue, with a small green speck in the middle, which was supposed to be where his house was. The situation seemed to say that it would be an epic adventure to get to him. A quest, if you will. All the blue stuff was water, and there were 5 circles surrounded this island where his house was, and the currents in each circle were swirling in opposite directions. Does that make sense? Outside circle spins counter clockwise, 4th circle in spins clockwise, 3rd circle spins counter clockwise, 2nd circle spins clockwise, inner circle (of death) spins counter clockwise. And those are actual logistics, I don't know why I remember which way they were spinning, but I do. And in each one there are thousands and thousands of giant marlins swimming. If you recall, he was an avid hunter and fisherman. The last scene of that movie I was referring to above has him sitting on a boat spearing marlin.

All right, so after I investigate this map of insanity I find a boat and crew that will brave these terrifying waters. First of all, I'm not a big fan of boats. They make me feel claustrophobic. Like I'm trapped on this little floating thing in the middle of this great big, super deep body of water. But I digress. I remember getting through the inner circle being terrifying. The boat was ripped apart and I almost got impaled by a marlin. But somehow I made it to shore and washed up on the beach, where Mr. Hemingway found me. Now, being the asshole that he is, he didn't do much to help me, but he did drag me away from the shore so I wouldn't be carried back out by the tide. When I came out of it I looked up at him and...

End dream.