6-23-09

I'm in a factory setting and someone says the coffee is ready and can make up to 22 cups. I go an get some coffee and put cream in it. Then I'm told that I took the last of the coffee and the last cup (now I'm told it only makes two cups and it's an outdoor setting) was promised to a woman that reminds me of right wing pundit Ann Coulter.

I apologize and offer my cup but she says she doesn't put cream in it. She looks disgusted at me.

Then I'm sorting through tons of dresses and trying to arrange them on hangers. What I'm doing with all these dresses I haven't a clue and wonder why I bought so many when I don't even wear dresses.

end

6-22-09

Last night I dreamed that I was talking to Senator John Kerry, who ran for president in 2004. I'm sitting across from him at a table and he's smiling and tells me he just got married. I say "Wow," and something like "that's nice." Then he tells me she's 19. I say "19. Wow! " I wake up confused.

John Kerry is in his mid-sixties and married to a wealthy widow named Teresa Heinz. She is heir to the Heinz Ketchup fortune after the death of her husband John Heinz.

6-16-09

A guy is climbing a ladder to ? hang something up. Can't remember for sure, but it's in a room that's dimly lit. The ladder collapses and his head and shoulders are being squashed.

I go into another room and I'm wearing a white bra that I take off most of the way and it hooks in front and unhook all but one hook. I walk through the room and don't notice if anyone else notices.

There are cans of soda and beer and I take a small 8 oz. can of beer and walk into a bedroom.

The next thing I know I'm being awakened as a light comes on and I'm being pulled around from my stomach to my back. Someone has their finger between my legs and is twisting the blanket around my crotch really hard. I look up and its Marilyn Manson and he holds up a bottle with an eye dropper on top and is shaking it at me as if to accuse me of something. I'm laying there going "Wha...what...wha..."

end

the last part of the dream had me waking up with a startled feeling. It seemed all too real. Weird thing is, I'm also a Manson fan. Don't know what he was upset about.

6-11-09

I'm in a work environment and I have a bundle of clothes and other things to wash, like stuffed animals, tote bags, etc. I'm pressed for time and why I need to wash all these things is unclear.

There are large, industrial washing machines and dryers here and the only washing machine left is way up top. I have to use a step ladder to reach it and I have a bundle in my arms and put it in as the soapy water is swirling around. Left on the floor are more things such as bags and stuffed animals. I realize I will have to wait to put those in next. There's a woman here older than me wearing a maid's uniform and directing everything that's going on and I don't like the way she's handling everything. Everything's a disorganized mess.

end

6-5-09

Someone is saying, in one of those disconnected voices you just hear in dreams, that Martin Luther King Jr. did what he did out of revenge. I see newspaper clippings of marches and protests. Apparently, he had an ulterior motive. What it was isn't clear to me now, but it had something to do with undermining the established order. The plan was called "I Had a Dream."

Of course, in reality his motive was to topple the established order of racism in America.

There was also another part of the dream where I'm swimming in a pool on a sidewalk as people walk by. I'm towel drying off in an alley behind an old curtain.

end

5-30-09

I don't remember most of this dream, for I was on the verge of awakening. I remember being in a farm setting and a man is working on a bio-chemical to dissolve waste matter. I see a building with large vats of aluminum steel and inside these are the waste products being broken down. The man that runs the farm operation reminds me of Brock Peters.

Then I enter a house and a bedroom with a window with books sitting on the window sill. The window is slightly open and it's raining and I close the window and wonder why my sister left it open.

end

5-25-09

I barely remember the dream except that I'm in a worn torn country with a bunch of other people and we are huddled together, not sure why. Perhaps for protection.

One thing I remember clear is a disembodied voice, more to my inner self that outloud, say "The sands of time have shifted to the next generation." I wrote it the minute of awakening.

What's funny is it reminds me of the opening of a soap opera called "Days of Our Lives" which begins (or at least it did when I watched it a few times back in the 70's---

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives."

5-23-09

In the first part, I'm living in a group home and a You Tuber called Amazing Atheist has a device in which he makes and cooks desserts. It's like a mini bread maker where you can add flavoring and fillers. I try to make something but have no success. I have company coming and I have nothing to offer them, so I decide to escape. I run down a corridor and into a concrete basement that has many dips and drop-offs. I manage to run and easily glide down the most steep drop-off without injury and then comes the next scene.

I'm in a lobby of an auditorium and there's a ticket taker. She's wearing a jacket and she looks like one of those guides you see in museums. I run past her and leap over the back row of seats and duck down as she leads a group of people to their seats.

After she goes back to her post, I take a seat next to Jeff Goldblum and he knows I didn't pay and I laugh about it. A man comes over to us with a thin white veiled curtain and puts it up and Goldblum puts his face in it and I begin to rub his head and he begins to cry and tells me not to do that. Apparently, this man is a doctor and this is some kind of healing method or device.

Then he is gone and the woman comes back to look at name tags. Apparently, you get one as proof of a ticket purchase. I'm not wearing one and I duck under what is now a table we are sitting at. She leaves and I run off to the next theater.

Now I enter another theater and leap and take a seat next to Jake Gyllenhaal and I so want to make out with him. I'm also on the look out for ticket takers when the movie starts. It starts in the middle of a plot line and it's on a wall where there are other things hanging and not on the screen in front. Some one says the real movie must be in the next theater and I wake up.

5-22-09

I enter a convenience store and look around but don't see anything of interest. The place looks like an old Five n' Dime from long ago and it's dark paneled and there are benches with items piled on them and candy in jars by the register.

Then I enter another section and I'm amazed at what I see. On the walls on shelves, and on hooks and racks near the ceiling are fish. The fish are dead and the only difference between these fish and ones found in fish markets is these are not on ice. One on a shelf appears faceless and big and almost fossil like. Another one on a rack near the ceiling resembles a catfish. Its mouth is open and I think it's cute and decide to buy it for ? I don't know who, but for someone.

end

5-13-09

I'm with a group of people and I'm anticipating some kind of ride, either by train or van, to somewhere. I see in the distance there's a traffic jam with cops flashing blue lights and lit flares on the road and it's nighttime.

The next thing I remember is waiting to take a tour on an open bus like the ones they use in tours. This one is rather small, only holds about 5 or 6 seats. The driver looks like a teenager and he tells me that he needs one more in the back left. I look and there's a seat that's like a small couch with a blue and white pattern and one plush seat. I take the plush seat and wait for the ride to begin.

The driver lifts the bus using a hydrolics lift and I think it's a waste of time. He raises it and lowers it a few more times and the next thing I know I'm sitting at a table at what looks like a buffet. I'm trying to recall if I even took a tour or not. I'm annoyed that I missed a meal on the first tour I was to take on the van or train and decide to eat here.

I head for the table where our two Maine senators are serving themselves. Olympia Snowe is filling her plate while Susan Collins is walking away. What's funny about this is she's wearing a clown outfit. It's shiny silver with a big overshirt with sparkly designs, a black silky skirt with lace and shiny designs and pants that go to her mid-calves and are silver with big star designs. I wonder if they hogged all the food.

I look at the buffet table and all that's left are a few dessert items, mostly puff and peanut butter balls. I take some and then I wake up.

5-09-09

It's the end of the school year and we--teachers and students--are given the school yearbook. I'm flipping through the yearbook and I see the pages that contain the student's pictures are made of colored construction paper and they are pasted into the book, giving it a scrapbook look. The pages are crudely stapled together with a few in mine sticking out, making it hard to close.

I also notice the pages are not in order and they are numbered in ink at the top of each page. Faculty pictures are mixed in with student photos and my picture contains all the rejected shots as well as the final one chosen. I complain but everyone else's yearbook is made the same way, but their pages are in order and no one complains about the poor quality.

end

4-24-09

I'm going up a stairway in a place that reminds me of an old factory where I worked. I'm looking for an elevator but end up in a room where there's a green mist like fog and I find the air very heavy laden with chemicals.

Then I begin to relax and lay down on a bed of clovers. The whole room appears to be floored by clovers. A man comes over and begins lightly massaging my back. It almost feels like big spiders crawling on me but I like it. I put my arm around his neck and bring his face down to mine to kiss him but his face is gone! It reminds me of an artists painting where the painter hasn't decided on the features of the face yet.

I mull this over in my mind and realize I'm dreaming and puzzled why I couldn't form a face to this man.

3-31-09

I'm living in a different state, somehow I know it's Minnesota. I'm walking back home from ? and there's equipment like that used in excavations all around the dusty road. I live in a high rise apartment building on the 150th floor and push the elevator button. The elevator looks old and dingy. I'm riding up with a young man in a suit.

When I get to my floor, I go to the apartment and there are other people here, as if we all live here. Despite the height, I can look down and see in to a restaurant where people are dining. Then people start running and screaming. There's an announcement that everyone must evacuate immediately.

A strange dust cloud looms and I grab a pair of shoes because now I'm barefoot and I run out of the apartment and I go back to get my purse, despite the looming dust cloud, which is supposed to be some toxic gas.

Is it a terrorist attack, or some natural phenomenon? I'm not sure but I don't feel ill from it.

I end up outside and decide to go shopping in a mall that's practically deserted except for a few people that are not aware of what's going on about the dust cloud. I see one of the teachers from where I work and he's browsing and I stop to talk to him casually.

end

3-27-09

I know there was stuff happening in the dream before the memorable part, but this is what I remember. I exit that part of the dream and enter a room where I see my sister laying over our dad and moaning something like "No, no, no..." Dad is laying still with his arms and hands palms up, like someone raising both hands. My brother-in-law is saying "Dad, dad, dad!" as if trying to wake him. My mother is leaning against a railing and I'm standing next to her. I see the scene on the floor and I turn to Ma and ask "What's happened, ma? What's happened?" She doesn't answer but only looks solemn and dazed.

end

reality: My dad's health isn't the greatest. He's had great pain on his left side and has a clogged artery in his neck. He hasn't been well enough to get the surgery he needs and I'm concerned about this. Today, Ma told me that he canceled his appointment (again) with the surgeon because he was sick throwing up last night.

3-17-09

I'm living in a strange place. It's open to the public, and it's like a hotel but the rooms are open and people can walk through your space at will. At one point, I walk out of my living room and into the bedroom and a woman is laying there. She looks pleased and greets me. I look for another place to lay down.

Then I'm out walking in a neighborhood that reminds me of the one I grew up in Connecticut. I reach my front porch and the door is wide open. I get scared and realize my cat Mittens is gone. I hunt the neighborhood looking for her and I find other cats that look similar, but she's gone. My heart breaks. I wake up being relieved and reassuring myself that Mittens has been dead for years and never ran away.