8-19-09

I'm with my former student and he has a column of numbers that look like prices of things. My friend Sylvia is here too and I introduce her to him. I ask him to get his calculator out and I begin to add up the columns of numbers but for some reason every time I enter a number, it comes up with the same figure, something weird like r2.08. I know he will be taking the paper home and I don't want to appear incompetent (something I struggle with in reality) and put a big X slash through the columns of numbers with a note that reads "Oops!"

Then I see two buses out in the parking lot spinning their tires and swirling around the parking lot. I run outside to see who is driving. The bus smacks into the side of the building as it takes the corner too sharp. I see the bus driver is one of my student's former teachers. I think about reporting him when I wake up.

8-18-09

Most of this dream has slipped my conscious mind, but some details I remember. There's a panel with switches and someone plugs into one. It creates a storm. I'm in a shed type thing and run toward a house that reminds me of the one I grew up in. Everything looks like a negative of a photo, and black and white. I hear someone say "There are funnels." I look up into the sky and see two whirlwind funnels side by side going opposite directions. Clouds are swirling and an electric charge creates lightening and I managed to get inside the house before it strikes.

Then later I dream about a garden snake crawling up my leg. I feel something land in my hair and on my neck. I wake up startled and could actually feel it. I look but there's nothing.

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8-13-09

I'm at a wedding. The bride and groom are exchanging vows. Then I'm the one that's to be married. I'm wearing a wedding gown with puffy sleeves and pearl beads. My groom is smiling and seems enthusiastic about the upcoming nuptials. He resembles the recently disgraced ex-governor of Illinois Rod Blogojevich.

He tells me that he has an insurance payment coming up worth millions. I'm excited about this and yell "We're gonna be rich!" Then he tells me all I have to do is call this number and tell them that...

As he's explaining, I realize it's a scheme and I'm the one taking the risk. I yell, "The wedding's off asshole, get out!"

He leaves and I go around the room to people waiting and tell them the wedding's off. I help myself to cake.

Then I realize I have a science project due to one of the teachers at the school I recently worked at. I tell him it's in a cupboard somewhere I will have to turn it in tomorrow.

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8-11-09

I'm with two teen aged girls, not with them as in a group, but as an observer. We see a man dressed in goth attire and his face is painted up---blue eyeshadow surrounding his eyes and very dark red lips. His hair is short and curly. One of the girls yells, "Hey, that's the principal!" They both laugh.

Now we are in a dark setting, going through a gate to what looks like a haunted mansion. The "principal" meets the girls in a room on the second floor and hurls them out the window. They land, angry, but otherwise unhurt. I assume they were protected by some unknown and unseen force. The principal was yelling something in return, but what I can't remember.

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8-9-09

I had this dream while taking a nap this afternoon.

I'm floating in/on something---a vehicle, boat, just myself? next to a highway that suddenly becomes a drop off to some sort of asphalt ferry where people stop to go across this body of water that I'm floating over.

Next thing, I'm descending down onto this ferry thing. Then I'm inside and told that my car is parked. I think I will get it when we get to land.

Then it seems like time goes by and I'm inside this place like a parking garage. It's dimly lit and there's a man and woman scraping old paint off the floor. There's a book case that's bare except for one book sitting upright on the floor near it. And in rows are cars much like you'd see in one of those huge trailers that hauls many cars. Some look to be junk cars. I see two shiny black cars with blue fur interior but not much room inside to ride. Another car in my classification of car, but not mine.

I search for my car and don't find it. I ask the woman helping the man scrape paint off the floor if I should call 9-11 and report my car stolen. She nods her head "yes" with a sympathetic look. I'm angry that she doesn't try to help because she obviously works here. I yell "I can't because my fucking cell phone is in my car!"

I wake up with a feeling of wanting to cry in frustration. Not pleasant!

8-4-09

I'm observing kids flying through the air in a setting like a gym. I'm thinking someone with special powers is controlling it. One girl is yelling "I'm flying" and having a great time. I'm thinking I've done that before in previous dreams.

Then I walk through a back alley. There's melting snow on the ground and I'm going up a slippery hill and I notice my cane is too short and I'm lower to the ground than usual. I realize I'm using a device that reaches for things on high shelves.

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8-3-09

I'm with my friend's boyfriend and we're discussing going to the beach. He suggests "Why not here?" And we go to the nearest lake and we see down below that the shore is littered with trash---big boxes, discarded furniture, tires, etc. I said, "We can't swim there?"

Then we go inside a building nearby because it's beginning to storm. We make sandwiches and he leaves to talk to some guy that runs the place. He comes back with a contraption and I ask "Is that a metal detector?" He says "Yeah" and proceeds to use it on the floor of the room and finds some stuff in the cracks of the floor and then heads out to the lack to hunt for other "treasures." I'm just wishing I could go swimming.

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8-1-09

I'm blocking a woman from getting a basket in basketball. But she's only practicing and I'm just being a jerk. She gets agitated and I leave.

I enter a crowded room with people milling about, but why I'm not sure. I see my former student here and I'm amazed because he's grown up and looks much taller and filled out. He looks totally different and I remind him that he's a grown man now and must act his age. Can't remember what he was doing to get that reprimand though.

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7-20-09

I'm in a gymnasium and there's some sort of assembly going on but I don't know what. People are milling about and I walk up to a table where I'm asked by a guy I know in the dream but not in reality to go to a locked drawer and get the ? out.

I go to a table that had a drawer but the key doesn't work. I go to another table that had a wire tower with a drawer at the top but it too won't open.

Then I find filing cabinet towers in the back of the room and open the top drawer. It is full of popcorn and its falling out and getting all over the floor and everything around it.

Once most of the popcorn is gone, I reach inside and pull out several wrapped gifts. I take them back to my friend at the table and he tells me that one of them is for me from---and he names a few people like Chris, Jeff, and Mike (?). He puts a label on it and signs their names and hands it to me. I see a flat poster board in the shape of a Santa Claus head on the floor and pick it up and give it to my friend and he puts a label on it. I'm wondering how he knows which present goes to whom.

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7-19-09

I'm in a room with people. I don't know if it's a house or classroom or what but the setting is a bit confusing. Anyway, we hear on the radio that Conan O'Brienhas been severely injured while doing a headstand on the American flag. We speculate that the flag must have been slippery and moved on the floor causing him to break his neck.

Then the TV is on and they show it where he has blood coming out of his nose and mouth and he's crying and this is after the accident. I'm horrified and upset because I'm a fan and this is just devastating. I wake up with my heart pounding.

7-18-09

Not sure where I was--a camp site maybe or commune? Anyway, I'm living among a group of people and this part of the dream I remember. My mother is here and she gets into a pick-up and begins to back up out of a parking space on the grass. A toddler shows up and walks right behind the truck as she's pulling out and knocks the boy over and he hits his head and he's laying under the truck.

She sees the boy laying there and stops the truck. People pull him out as I was yelling out the window trying to warn my mother but all I could do was a faint cry "Stop, watch out." I pick up the phone to call the emergency.

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7-17-09

I'm late for a job, which is to check in on this man. I'm to help him around the house, sort of like a home care aid. I got to his place and I'm told he lives both upstairs and downstairs, one apartment on top of the other.

He shows me a pajama suit, one with feet. I assume he wants to wear it and I ask, "Do you want me to help you in this , Hon?" A woman is here observing and she looks disapprovingly. I realize you're not supposed to use terms of endearment with the clients, but I didn't know the man's name.

Then I offer to do his housework. The place is so dusty that the vacuum is clogged. It take the brush part of the hose off and it begins to blow back. I see dust and debris flying and the wall is gone and I can look down on a factory setting.

Now I'm in this place and eager to get to hell out.

That's all I can remember.

7-13-09

I'm walking down the road and it's winter with snow on the ground. I had just spent a confusing time at a school setting trying to prepare for my next class when the bell wouldn't ring and I spent most of the time in an unsupervised class with nothing to do but wait.

I'm walking by the grade school I used to go to. There's some kind of outdoor activity---a ball game with teams. The kids are dressed for the season. I hear a child yelling "Stop it! Stop it!" A weird man with white hair and beard is stomping his feet and a white moose is acting startled by this but doesn't run away.

I get the impression the child (a girl) wants him to stop scaring the moose. I walk by and yell "Stop it!" I see the coach/teacher standing there (a man) not saying anything or pretending not to notice.

The man picks up a small sheet of ice and begins to fling it at me and I say "If you continue to do that, the moose will chase you and stomp you and maybe everyone else in the area." The ice lands at my feet as if he meant for it to do that as a warning to leave him alone. I walk on and realize he's turned his attention on me. He starts to shoot another thing of snow and ice at me when I wake up.

7-10-09

I'm in a place that's cluttered and dusty. A woman is here and vacuuming while I stand nearby trying to avoid getting hit in the head by flying insects. There are hummingbird moths and two of them fly right into each side of my neck. I'm stunned at first and try to yell for the woman to get them off me. The sensation of them on me is so realistic that I wake with a jolt and swatting at the air to bat them off.

I go back to sleep. Then I'm wandering through town and most of the stores have closed due to lack of business. A former student of the school where I used to work is wondering around aimlessly in one abandoned store looking for his mother.

This is all I can remember of a much longer dream.

7-6-09

This dream has some bizarre images but there wasn't a clear story line, at least one that I can coherently relay.

I'm traveling in a box car. It's stopped and a woman tells a man that in order to prove his masculinity he must go outside and come back with something. He leaves and raises his arms and comes back with a knife. He shoves it in our faces. It becomes a snake.

Then I see a woman lying on a bed and she takes her big toe and somehow through weird bending sticks it in her vagina and says they've been aborted. She is talking about kittens. She smiles as she says this and I find it strange.

Then I'm walking toward the exit and grab the snake and throw it into a clump of grass. I walk on into the night and look back and see the snakes eyes watching as I go on. My first gut instinct was to kill it, but now I hope for its safety and well-being.

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