12-28-09

It's nighttime and I'm wearing a thin nightgown with nothing on underneath. I enter a room where a man, who reminds me of actor Chris Noth is told he is pregnant. He lays on a table and I lay next to him with my arm around his and he begins contractions. He's now bald and I ask "How are we doing this?" And the woman nurse practitioner says "Naturally." I don't look, and I really don't want to know.

Then he asks, "What race and gender is it?" "It's a black boy" she tells him.

Then a black woman comes into the room and is upset that her seed was used to impregnate him but she wants to know her son.

Then I'm back outside in my thin nightgown swinging on a swing at a place like the old school yard at the grade school I went to as a kid. A strange man in a suit comes up and sits on the swing next to me and I'm uncomfortable and think about calling someone for a ride home. I don't want to walk in the dark, alone, and in this condition.

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12-16-09

There's an illness going around that's highly contagious and sometimes fatal. I put on lip balm and make-up borrowed from a woman I know has this illness. Why I do this isn't clear. Once the make-up is on, my cheeks appear purplish and not well blended. My face has a mask like quality and it doesn't look like me.

Then I enter a house that's still either in the process of getting built or renovated. I'm looking for a bathroom but it's still not hooked up yet. The floors are wooden and covered in plaster and glass shards. I'm barefoot and get several cuts on my feet and toes. I got back to the other place to put bandages on my feet and wonder why I was barefoot and know I'm going to be late. For what I don't know.

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12-8-09

I'm in a place that resembles a big barn. It's dark, dank, and there are people here rummaging through old stuff to salvage or throw away. Former co-workers of mine from the high school are here and I'm throwing junk into boxes to be taken to the dump. Nina wants to salvage the book case, which has short-width rotten shelves, the top one of which is broke in half, with one half missing. She wants it for her classroom. (in reality, she had a book case that was in pretty bad shape and coming apart in the corners. the books actually held it in place)

I leave this scene and enter a tiled, newly renovated locker and shower room. The shower stalls act like a car wash, with soap in different variety of colors coming out of the ceiling shower pipes. I enter the one with the blue soap. There was also red and green. Someone tells me that this place was once a room belonging to Adolph Hitler. This makes no sense because Hitler never had a room in America.

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11-28-09

I'm in a strange house with some people including Michael Moore. Moore hands me a gun and instructs me to shoot the couple I'm sharing a room with.

Then we are riding around a strange town at night and I'm desperately searching for a place to ditch the gun so the police wont find it. Any place I come to, such as the woods, a road side, or even river, I know the police will find it. It also has my fingerprints on it.

Then I consider confessing to the police about the gun, although I didn't actually shoot the couple, nor was killing them my idea.

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Being an admirer of Moore in reality, I know this dream has some deeper meaning. I'll have to ponder it awhile.

11-27-09

There's a cougar cub and an adult cougar in a cage. I dont' think this is a good idea to have them together. Sure enough, the adult cougar grabs the cub by the neck and shakes it until it is dead. Then some guys come along and start beating the cougar with a long stick through the bars in the cage. The animal is defenseless and I'm very upset. I plead and cry "Please don't. He doesn't know why this is happening. He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand!!" I think at this point I'm yelling and pleading with someone over the phone.

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I dont' know where this came from or why I had this dream, but it was in the early waking hours.

11-26-09

This was part of a larger dream but what I remember was I'm standing on a platform overlooking a crowd of people. The people are dressed in clothing typical of Colonial times (today is Thanksgiving in America) and they are protesting for new leadership. I'm the leader! I yell to them "I'm the queen and I am the law in this land and what I say goes!"

I wake up smiling at this. I couldn't imagine a scenario like this in reality.

11-25-09

Every have those dreams where you eat something gross? It happened to me last night.

I fixed myself a hamburger. There wasn't anything that I remember was unusual about it. But then someone asks me "Did you just make a burger with this?" She turned the meat over and it contained blue fuzzy dots like buttons in a row. I felt sick. Then I woke up.

This was part of a larger dream that's slipped my conscious memory now. But I remember THAT part. :sick:

11-4-09

I'm about to enter a lake when I'm told by someone that it's low tide, very red and dangerous. I wonder what would happen if I went in to it anyway.

Then I see a 17th century renaissance painting dated 1666 and it shows a young male holding an instrument like a cello and supporting a book on his head. He's wearing attire from that time period. I'm told by someone that the painting was a prediction of something that happened much later, in the next century. I'm unclear of what that was, but it had something to do with a cataclysmic event.

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10-15-09

Last night's dream was very bizarre. I remember walking through an old factory and it's dark and dingy and part of it's in a basement where there are workers. One gives me this drink that is lemon-yellow and very fizzy. I'm drinking this concoction and not getting any satisfaction out of it, but I keep drinking it. It's in what looks like a flat round beaker in a lab. It has a long neck and I take the neck off and it foams up and taste flat and carbonate and I take another drink.

Then this little person (little as in you can hold him in your hands) chases people with a sword and I find this amusing.

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10-6-09

I'm in a place like a factory and my student's mother is here and she's trying to carry on a conversation with me and I tell her that Im late for a job, as substituting position at a school. She continues to follow me until I remember I'm going in the wrong direction. I turn around and go out side and remove snow from my car and think about stopping somewhere first to get something for lunch.

I end up in a class with another adult but I'm not sure if its a teacher or not. We have the kids (high schoolers) outdoors and I'm sitting under some high trees with a student who appears older than her classmates and smoking a cigarette. I think about asking her for a drag of it, but I think it would get me fired. I remark how dark the clouds look on the horizon. She finds this amusing. The other students are across the field under the trees when it starts to rain. We arent' getting that wet due to the shelter under the trees. Some students decide to get wet and go out into the open field. I tell them they don't want to get wet but I'm ignored.

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9-28-09

I had awoken early only to go back to sleep and dream the following---It is nighttime and there's snow on the ground. I'm attempting to drive out of a parking spot and there's a boy who is trying to climb a fresh 3 ft. high mound of snow. I warn him of the dangers that because the snow is not packed, he could fall through and suffocate if he's trapped inside. He doesn't believe me and says he's going to try it anyway. My cat Wiley is here, and somehow escapes the car. I walk ahead, looking for him and yell out the name of my late cat Freddie. I see a dead black and white cat on the side of the road and it's body is wet and bloody. I fear it's Wiley but the body is too small. A young woman is now in the car waiting for a ride somewhere. Another boy shows up and says to me that people in the north have a lot in common with southerners. I'm glad to hear this until he says it's because they both hate gays.

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the boy who defied me about the snow mound was like the kids in the class I substituted for last week.

9-21-09

I'm working in my capacity as an ed. tech, but my student is absent so I have to take his place. His 9th grade science teacher has given an assignment that I didn't give him all the instructions for. I'm forced to admit that sometimes I miss things and I missed the extra assignment. It involved going to some type of special show involving zoo animals. It's too late now.

Then he hands out these cards with pictures on them and we have one ribbon for each card and we have to place a ribbon over the things that are either alike or dissimilar. I look at the directions at the top but they make no sense. We also have to take a protractor, a metal object with a hole at the top for a pencil, and paper and make special geometric designs. I laugh and tell the teacher that we are just going to have to wait until my student comes back before I attempt it.

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9-20-09

I'm working as a substitute in a school. Mr. Corey is here but leaving and leaves me in charge of his class. There's only a few students and I lead them to the gym and I put my purse someplace for safe keeping.

We are in the gym and kids are running around or just hanging out and the room fills up with bees and flies and I'm anxious to leave and tell the kids to get ready to leave. I wonder where I left my purse and I can't remember. I notice that most bees appear to be dying but now my focus is not on the kids or the bees, but where I left my purse. I worry it may have been stolen; if I could only remember where I left it. I wake up relieved that I didn't leave it anywhere and it's not lost.

9-10-09

I'm back in school, but as a student. I'm walking behind a cat that seems lost and is going down a hallway. The front door opens and students are coming in and I know that its time for classes. I rummage through a locker that some strange man (probably a janitor) opens for me. It's the only locker without a number combination or safety lock. I have a stack of thick text books that I must carry to class, but I know because of my arthritic hip that it will be extremely difficult. I also have some food spoiling that I take out. It looks like milk in a glass jar. I'm wishing I had a bag to carry it all in. I think about leaving some stuff behind and going to get it back later.

Then I head to an assembly. It's like the welcome back to school one, but I dont' remember what happens after that.

8-20-09

Me, dad, and my sister are preparing to have a barbecue. We will be cooking two small pigs. Dad hands me the pigs to take the top layer of skin off, much like one does to chicken for low fat cooking. The first pig it's successful, but the second one comes apart in my hands. It breaks open and I see the meat is gone replace with what looks like pumpkin seeds. The rib cage and pelvic bones are there without meat and some thing starts to either jump or fly out when I shriek back. I figured whatever that thing was, was the thing that ate the pig inside out.

Then I'm entering a mini mall with my sister. Our mother is walking out of a store and I say to my sister, "Hey, there goes ma." She says we'll catch up with her later. We enter a store where a Japanese man hands me a clear plastic box with a note inside. It has my name and something written in verse. I'm emotionally moved by this, but find it unnecessary. He pushes a button and on wall speakers a voice says something humorous about something our dad said, but can't remember now.

Then I'm given a gift of a silver ring that's shaped like a a spiral with an etching of a spider in the middle. I wear it for a minute and decide I don't like it. I dont wear rings and this one's too big. I tell my sister I'm going to look for ma.

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