Monthly Archives: March 2015

Was out in Mesa going or dinner with Carolyn. I remembered some Mexican place and we went there. TSO joined us and we got so much food you couldn’t see the table. Music was playing and I made some karaoke joke. Carolyn had a mic and got through the first couple lines of Snoop Dogg’s Whats My Name then stopped so I looked up the lyrics on my phone and handed it to her.  Later the place filled up and I noticed a huge group in the back when Cursive Eve by I:Scintilla was playing and wondered if they were responsible for it. I walked over to say hello but it was so noisy and they had so many tables pushed together they were all absorbed in their own conversations. Some of the group started getting up like they were leaving and I turned to someone to say hi and introduce myself. This other person welcomed me back and said last time around I didn’t like him on his way out. He was in some terribly done goth carnival / steam punk attire… dirty red jacket, dirty top hat, goggles on the hat.  I got worried I knew this person or group and forgot about them. Like they were the part of the scene you wanted to avoid. I went back to the table and Jessica (Maromi) sat next to me to catch up. I offered her a taco while devouring food. I looked up and saw another table with MyMy, Brianne, and a few other people I hadn’t seen in years and went to say hello. I went to hug MyMy and kneeled by her chair. She made this comment on how I was a keeper but he tried to make me into a toy. She was referencing Bill.  I hadn’t seen her irl since I was 17.  I think it’s crazy how her and my goth mom are cousins too.

I was at this house and this guy who I thought was with MyMy was there downstairs.  This place was like some mesaed up version of Alex’s old condo in Tempe, and that place was so dirty and scary and so many people in the scene had rented rooms there throughout the years… I was upstairs in this dark room on this mattress on the floor. There was very little light coming in from the door being cracked so I tried to make out what was in the room. There was a bed draped with fabric from the ceiling, another smaller one in the corner this kid had walked into to crash out on, and this Asian girl who mighe have been his mom already there. I got up and went downstairs. I wanted to leave. Apparently I wasn’t allowed to go through the door and had to climb up this desk, push the screen off this high up rectangular window, and jump from there.  I struggled to get up there, fighting shelves, and was happy when I pushed the screen out but looked down the other side and it was rocks, and it was a huge drop for me.  I said I almost forgot my bag and got down to go around the couch and grab it.  The guy was all oh yeah, and when I found it we looked out the glass wall and saw a girl standing there loowing at us. She was in this dyed blue and purple EGL dress, it was very fluffy and it was the kind of light blue and purple, and the fade from one to the other, you see in dyed hair. She tried to communicate something to us through the glass but we couldn’t make out what it was. There were sirens outside and a couple flashes of light, then it stopped. While all this went on I found a door and ran out. I ran on the wet sidewalk and collapsed in front of these black stairs that led to a black door. It opened and the group MyMy was with came out to see what happened to me. I can’t tell if this was my neighborhood or Alex’s since both were built in the 60’s by the same builder. There was no teal door this time.

I was in a large room trying to rearrange it and move the bed to another wall. It had the Ikea slats and I was trying to move them to the side so I couls move the frame. There wasn’t a lot of room to work with then at times the room was larger.  The east wall had a clutered desk with an old computer ans CRT monitor on it.  There was this idk what to call it a wall table on one wall and I wanted to move it to another but when I looked I noticed it was covering a hole and inside the wall there were belongings there in storage. When I looked at the east wall again there was a kitchen with a dishwasher, a fridge, something else, then a wall unit with a flat screen. This was a studio now, and I went back to fighting with where to put the bed.  I thought maybe on the wall where the window is. Then I noticed this huge piece of furniture that took up so much room and looked out of place. It was this pretty French embellished (maybe enameled?) 18th century piece that was a wardrobe but bigger, it was the 1700’s equivalent to one of the custom closet wall unit things you can build at Ikea.  It was this eggshell white with gold trim and I was gonna toss it but thought it was too pretty then decided I could paint it black. But I didn’t want to lose the details so I noted 5 different colors and would need different paints and to tape off different parts, like the pearls, to keep it looking the same but what I’d consider better. It’s like the work Fabulous and Baroque does.  I think I woke up after fighting this piece.

“I had a dream that I was volunteering at a prison/shelter. Charles, I saw you briefly first. We exchanged pleasantries (flirtatious, of course) and then you bounced like the tigger you are to help with the BBQ. It was a lounging day and a reward for the inmates/displaced. There were many, 30 or so total. It was a very bustling, social occasion. Everyone was in high spirits. I then saw Alex King (SueJung)  and we chatted for quite a while. Shortly after, I ran into Eric. I was showing him a video on my phone where I held photos of my “friends.” The video he was most interested in was of a reddish colored pug that was walking backwards, seemingly unknowingly into a small water inlet and at the last second, turned and jumped across it. Eric, you thought that was impressive, more so than my other photos, lol… Then, a few random actors/actresses came into the picture. A woman looking very much like Winona Ryder in black lipstick, short black hair, & leather came and sat front of me on the edge of the couch I was lounging on looking a bit confused. She held my hand behind her back and ran her fingers up & down my wrist. She then saw a man that looked like Brandon Lee from “The Crow,” make up and all, and became nervous as he was her former lover. But she continued to play with my hand and wrist. She began looking in the other direction that he passed toward at some buildings that looked similar to a shopping mall of adobe houses, Pueblo Revival style, in the distance. She became more nervous, looked back at me, withdrew her hand, and left towards those buildings. Then, Natasha Lyonne and I were remarking on how this was the cleanest shelter we’d ever volunteered in, no roaches specifically. But she said that she wouldn’t date me because I had and area of grey hair that was becoming noticeable towards the back of my head. I said it was fine because I wasn’t going to dye my hair. SueJung, you sat beside me next, looking sad because you had to leave soon. But you gave me a blue pinky press on nail that had a zipper on it and a chain that connected to that zipper which wrapped around all of my fingers. You said not to move the nail around too much or it wouldn’t stay on. The rubbery glue lost some of it’s stickiness in the exchange because it never stuck properly but I kept trying anyways. I figured I wouldn’t lose it with the chain wrapped around my fingers anyways. Looking sad, you walked away as well. The rest of the dream involved the BBQ and everyone sitting down to eat. I wandered through the tables trying to go undetected because there was nothing I could eat. I remember being very sad because my friends had left, in person. All I was left with was photos/videos on my phone.”

I was running around some resort and there was a foam party somewhere. I saw Anna (Sparrow) running around the venue and wasn’t sure what was going on so I decided to leave. I got in a fight somewhere with dad, can’t remember anything about this part.

Your Anna was driving this right-hand drive car and I was in the passenger seat up front. You were in the back. There was some conversation going on and she said you used to be a certain way, like you were competent, then you changed  the day you met me.  I don’t remember if that’s the wording she used but she blamed me for something being different and she didn’t like it.  When we parked at this gas station you told her to make sure the fog lights were on when we got back on the road. Idk where we were going but it seemed like a long trip. I asked her if she’d dealt with driving in this kind of weather before and she started hinting that she hadn’t but said she had this.

I saw you and Sabrina standing in line waiting to order and going over the menu on the wall. I walked over and put my arms around her, we were all discussing the currency and see conversions. Since I’m slow at running numbers in my head I tried going off memorization for amounts and adding the difference.  I was wearing a white robe without a belt and was folding my arms to keep it shut. You commented on it but I can’t remember what you said.

Jason was at a desk, and the office looked a lot like the ASU help desk back in the day.  I was sitting in a chair next to him when my left side on the back of the chair.. like curled up in the chair cause I do that for realsies.  He was trying to figure something out and I wanted to see the answer.  You walked by and I wanted to ask you but you were already out. ( I already know this is because of the reports TSO wants irl. Eww.)

I walked out to the hall and into a small room which felt like a bedroom, was wearing a white-ish dress, walked out back into this open area and saw Lo looking right at me. Her eyes were big and she looked amused trying to figure out what was going on as she watched things unfold.

I was standing in one of four lines and this lady made us kneel while putting our right hands up on a table, palm up.  She was placing these huge macaroons with frosting in our hands… it was the size of my hand. People were rejecting them,  Lo was across from me and we were going to keep them for some kind of retaliatory move.

The room was dark and you were in bed, I wasnt sure if you were already asleep but I wanted to talk to you so I used the light from my phone and pointed it down to see where I was walking then placed it on the nightstand and sat in bed.

Allison H: “I had dreams all day I was working. Now almost time to go back for night shift. Stupid brain. :p”

Luxbot: “I had a lot of really strange dreams last night. In one of them, I woke up naked on a cold slab in a small spaceship. I had no memory of how I got there so I got up and began walking around. In the brushed metal side of the ship I could see my reflection. It was blurry but I could tell that somehow my hair had returned to its natural color and growth, it was dark with no bangs. There was a big computer screen up with a lot of technical infrmation that I didn’t quite understand but I could see two dates on there, one from this year (2015) in pink text and one from a date much further in the future in blue text. I suddenly had this incredibly sinking feeling that I was dead and had been dead for a long time. A lot of emotions ran through my head…I felt very disappointed in myself for dying before I had completed my life’s goals. I also felt so terrible for leaving behind everyone I loved. However, I couldn’t really think about that for too long because there was a lot of flashing commotion and information on the computer screens in the spaceship. The ship had no windows but it had a large sort of viewfinder/periscope contraption so I looked through that and I could see that we were flying straight toward a giant nebula/galaxy/space thingy. The crazy thing about this nebula was that from the viewfinder, still far away in space, it looked just like a giant, pulsing, exploding eye. It looked just like one of my eyes, it was like staring straight into my own soul. i knew the ship was going to be torn apart in the giant maw of this huge nebula in a matter of minutes, maybe seconds. Immediately I knew what to do: I grabbed a spacesuit and put it on, then jettisoned myself from the spacepod. I can’t really describe it but in my dream the experience was so amazing, I was floating in the empty void of space looking toward this giant mass of color and light that was about to swallow me whole. Suddenly, my spacesuit broke apart from the force of this huge heavenly body and my naked body was disintegrated and gone, I found myself back on the mundanity of earth, back in a human form, managing props and taking guests on a tour of an LA movie set. And that was my dream!”

I’m missing a lot of details from earlier dreams but I remember sitting in a room upstairs and there were these three other guys doing some percussion on furniture or whatever, then we were sitting in the loft and someone set a tin down on the table, we were sitting around on the floor, with a bunch of grinded weed, and what looked like a lot of crystals from trimming and hash. I’ve never smoked all the crazy fancy things my friends who grow as caregivers do but was super happy to partake since I was where I would be crashing for the night and wasn’t driving.  There were two little pipes going around and the guy to my left cleaned the ash out of one and handed it to me, I was trying to get some of the grainy powdery crystals in with the weed into the pipe but was failing miserably.  Then someone brought a two hosed hookah that I’m guessing had a layer of weed between the shisha and the hoses were going around the table.  The smoke was thick like fumari.

I was standing in a kitchen looking at what was supposed to function like a stove, but looked like a simulator for a Mitsubishi Lancer, and just the screen and the ignition. It was keyless. There was a yellow screen throwing some error. There was a mix of code and Japanese. I was trying to figure out how to do something about it, and when Andrew C came to look he was all why are you trying to mess with that right now? I told him I needed a USB keyboard and mouse because I couldn’t select anything or type anything. Hell I could just get away with a keyboard like it’s a crash cart. We gave up.

I was walking down a windy sidewalk with someone to a teal door, he said that entrance was fake but I knew it was real.  I unlocked the door when I turned the handle and walked in. It was home, but it was a mess. Some of my things were downstairs on the couch and on the coffee table. He wanted to go upstairs and I was stalling in the licing room trying to gather my things.  The guy I was with looked like Tyler but I didn’t realize why I knew him until I woke up. That teal door was the same color of the front door of the house I grew up in. There have been teal doors in my dreams for years and whatever was inside was always some weird representation of home… sometimes more accurate than others, sometimes completely warped.

Kelli: “The non-stop dreams are out of control crazy! It’s not a complaint as I love to dream more than I like to be awake. I’m lucky because I usually don’t sleep deep enough (thanks Benadryl). They have just been crazy!

Have I visited anyone recently?”

I was thrown by the wind or something to the other side of the mountains to the west and found this dirt road.  Everything looked white and dusty like limestone.  I started walking along the road past this building and there were a few cars going up the road.  Someone stopped and offered me a ride, I declined.  At night I walked into this house, then heard something and went back to what I Thought was the front door to make sure it was locked but it was to a game room.  There was a pool table, the floor was concrete instead of carpet, the walls were wooden, and I think the door on the other wall either went outside or to a garage.  I turned around to look at the wall and saw a trophy and ribbons, some black and white photo, and thought this was a dream.  Then thought I really had to keep it together .  There was a gunmetal guitar laying on a table on the other side of the room.  I wondered if I could pull a hand wave thing and bring it to me but couldn’t so I jumped up and floated to it.  I turned her into a woman and my hands were on her hips and we had sex on the table (I don’t even know).

I was standing outside my car in the parking lot, except it was a dark blue Hyundai Elantra or Sonata, waiting for someone to come out of this building.  I knew who it was in the dream but can’t remember now.  I started walking towards the building then realized I’d left something in the car.  Went back and forgot, noticed one of the back doors was open, closed it.  Saw the tail lights were on and went oh shit the cars on I need the key.  These two elderly ladies watched me run up to the front passenger door and said it was fine I didn’t have to hurry, and they found a spot somewhere else.  I pushed the button on the handle to open the door and turned off the engine.  This was a dentist office, did I mention that?  It wasn’t too busy, but then it started filling up and more patients were showing up like we missed the rush or something.  Oh, and the sun was kind of out.

So now the suns down and I crossed lightrail tracks.  I’m walking through some store with some interesting pictures on the walls, chicks in some fetish ball / Rob Zombie worthy costumes.  Vertical black and white corsets, green liquid latex, stuff and things.  I walked out with Nicola and Calypso.  My arm was around Nicola’s waist and her arm was around my shoulder, I made some comment about how she walked in the pair of heels she was wearing and how good her ass looked.  She made some comment about this guy in front of us being the only person who was interested in the shoes (shes involved in events, modeling, and has a clothing line irl).  We were making our way to the lightrail when she started to worry about someone she hadn’t been able to reach by phone, but they were way on the east side.  I told her to try and call someone to check up on him and we’ll drive that way so she can go check up on him, and I could go with or chill in the car.  I told Calypso she was welcome to join or I could take her home.  She decided to stay with us.  While we were on the train to my car it was a little brighter out and we were looking at the buildings at the stop.  Calypso asked why I didn’t design buildings.  I said it was a lot of math and engineering, and if you messed up it was a lot of liability and there are lives involved.  If I had a passion for designing structures I might have suffered through the math to be an architect but it’s not the kind of activity I’m interested in.

I think it’s funny this is the second time my brains dreamed about one of the hottest chicks in Phoenix.  She’s nice and has great business etiquette for events and everything else but we’re acquainted in the scene at best (which I think is too bad).  She’s closer to my unni and a couple other mutual friends.

I was in some house and there was so much stuff, like clothes and… stuff. It was like the first time I went to Gypsy’s house and she had clothing racks of all these awesome things. She had, ans still has, the best wardrobe ever (I’m caught up, teenage me is pleased).  And they were all organized, she really was the goth queen in my life when I was 15.  Except in the dream everything was everywhere and not organized or placed in their home if one was designated.   I opened a door that went into the bathroom and it was huge! There were yards of black and red fabric pinned to the ceiling and dividers and other garments hanging or thrown on them, on racks, chairs. I read something on the wall about when going somewhere and taking the essentials cause too much drags you down, and thought oh yeah, I need to downsize my closet. I walked through the hall into the kitchen and there was so much stuff but no one was around, like there was going to be a party, or it already happened. The kitchen counter had three notes on it, since whoever was writing ran out of room twice.  It was addressed to Brooke about where to go.

I was in an office bending down at the desk where Justin H was sitting. He was scrolling through a site trying to deal with something when he got up and Mark P bent down next to me and was talking to me about something but I didn’t care to listen. He folded his arms and leaned in to bump my shoulder. Did not care.

I was outside and it was grassy.  I can’t remember the last time I saw that much real grass.  There was a little rock wall / divider thingie and sitting on it was a little dog.  I ran up to go see it and he ditched me. 🙁  You came up to see what I was trying to pick up and I quit.  We walked over to a glass wall and saw someone bring a black bear cub out.  We got to see different animals and someone brought out a koala for us to pet. Someone had an angry little chiwawa and the hair down its back was raised up, it’s name was Raichu. People kept linking Pokémon names to real animals and we were cuddled up and laughing,  saying we wanted to go home and game. We were alone so I kissed you.  Thats when I realized my lips were dry and was all fuck, and was being super weird about it in my head, and you were amused and bit my lip, I bit back and giggled.  I was fine.  Irl I’m glad you’ve been alright with my quirks and my particular flavor of weird. You mentioned throwing Ever After or The Princess Bride on in the background after we talked gaming.  I’m thinking Princess Bride cause that’s the funny one and the director was mentioned. This doesn’t line up, other movies my brain ran through were Mel Brooks… completely unrelated. I looked out the window and saw this very ornate ferris wheel, it was decorated kind of like a merry go round on its side. There was a woman in a shiny black costume walking on it doing tricks and I wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be there or if she was part of cirque du soleil. There were a lot of things I questioned and thought were out of place.

I was stuck here due to bad weather on the west coast. It’s weird cause it was like “here” was NM, and NV was like Phoenix.  The only flight to get “home” had a layover in Oregon and that’s if that one didn’t cancel tomorrow. I made this huge mistake where I packed everything in my checked in bags except for the stuff on my purse I left in my hotel room.. so any way of identifying myself or contacting someone was inaccessible. I went to the front desk and spoke to the lady there who recognized me from checking in and I explained where my things were. I think she helped me out.

I was in a small room in the office with someone talking about how it was my last day in IT.  I said I wasn’t sure where I’d sit or if I could still chill with them sometimes since my group was in another state. Then I wondered if their perception of me would be that I gave up instead of realizing I was burnt out and never wanted to do this forever. I was going somewhere else but it was going to be weird. TSO and TLO had stayed here long after this building opened and not interacting with them at all felt isolating. I had some early morning interview and it was getting late, I was going to back out and email them to cancel it, it was some formality since I knew I already had it. People would have looked at it as a step down. 

I was with some friends and Josh was packed up about to make the trip to AZ.  It was so late at night we were all exhausted.  I looked at the glass door and noticed this building across the street, it was huge and the glass was tinted black, there were red and white lights that went up the building so planes could see it.  A lady sat next to me in the living room and we talked about random stuff. She gave an address and wasn’t sure but based on the street number I was sure it was in the Camelback corridor, or somewhere near Central. I got this huge purple envelope and inside was a card from the new department saying how excited they were to have me, with some words of encouragement, and some reminder about the interview and not to be worried. I had to check the time since I wasn’t sure if I’d missed it.

I was walking through a building with a couple girls I knew wondering if I should work in the Gilbert office or Tempe one whenever I came in, but the Gilbert one had more stuff around it (my brain remembered it like Town Square) and Ashley said Gilbert cause they’re in that building. My brain successfully merged the locations of two companies I worked for…

This parts a blur. I was back in the airport looking at the different art displays. We were walking through security and got separated, then you came back with candy.  The last thing you said to me was eeepoiyoh but in the context of cute instead of pretty.

We were lying in bed while gaming and taking turns on a single player but you started and hadn’t failed so I was stuck watching and play fighting and asking for the controller.  You’d gotten to some levels I’d never seen before and I asked how since I’d completed the game and unlocked *almost* everything.  You said you knew some codes and gave it what it wanted. While cuddled up I’d go from watching in disbelief to turning over and trying to steal the controller.

The room was dim and I was alone. There was a large Tokyopop poster on the wall and in the middle of the room a bed, with an old brassy metal frame, when I lifted the blanket I saw a couple holes in the mattress that looked like they were from nails scratching through.  Maybe from nightmares. This phone in a thick case chimed but I couldn’t swipe and get in. I looked at the other side and saw a little screen scrolling names and some pictures, I wasn’t sure if these were authorized users or previously successful logins.

I walked through this station trying to make my way through this mess of people while holding onto this melting truffle in my hand and got some chocolate on my white dress.  My fingers were covered in chocolate.  I made it inside through a hall where I saw some familiar people and kept walking down the hall.  There was food catered in the hallway, a bunch of pizza, random stuff, some guy went and grabbed this rack with a row of three tacos on them.  Everything seemed suspicious.  Like nothing is free, and if you aren’t paying for anything you are the product.  I had been here previously in the dream but it’s fuzzy.  Then I left and walked around, eventually walking up the steps in another building and sat in a row.  More girls came in, then left.  it was apparently a shuttle and it had been dark out but now there was sunlight.  I walked out and saw a crowd of people to the right in costumes for a celebration.  They were elaborate like the elite in Hunger Games, and it was everyone, like some lie that everyone was on the same playing field.

I kept walking to the side to avoid being seen and went towards home, or what had been designated as such, with the intention of passing it and getting over the wall with the picture, like a decal or wall wrapping, of a marina like in San Diego with a yacht (the colors were off).   This other girl and I were going to try and get out, she looked a lot like Alice Braga. We listened to the  person with the mic speaking to the crowd we just passed apologizing that due to some circumstance they were canceling / postponing carnival again but were getting to a point to say they were going to do it today anyway. We looked at each other and started running for the wall. It felt like it was so close but too far, and I could hear her breathing. I stopped when she did, grabbed her hand, and we kept running. That’s when we knew instead of being strangers or just being in it for oneself, we didn’t just have a common goal, we were in it together. She collapsed and I told her come on, we were almost there. Then she explained it was her lungs, they were gone because of her grandma, and did some hand gesture and mumbled something about this place and plastic surgery. My heart dropped. I wasn’t sure if it was a bad trade or if she had something mechanical that was failing. I wondered for a second if there was nothing there but that was impossible. How could they do this to her? I held her by the walls to the outside world while she was dying and woke up.

Valentina: “Well that was an intensely fierce dream. O_O

I wonder why when I rise to violence in a dream, I wake up feeling scared and like I need to curl up in a ball with a stuffed animal or someone protective.
I don’t know if anyone else feels that way.

On the positive side, awesome machete sword combos that were perfectly balanced. Going to have to go look online and see if those designs exist. They were fun!

Zombie dreams are always intense! This had a touch of that, except they weren’t really dead, or unaware.
More, possessed but conscious of their actions/self/etc?“

I was in bed and closed my eyes and imagined racing, then I was racing down an open mountain track thing like the Initial D games at Gameworks. Then I was in the backseat of a truck and could see open water and sunlight to my right so I thought it was the east coast but we were driving on the freeway and downtown Phoenix was up ahead so I wasn’t sure where I was. Based on the curves and direction of the freeway this was the 1-10 westbound around the Phoenix/Tempe border. We took a couple streets down to this building. The street names were all wrong and I asked why they changed. Apparently everything was privatized and bought up, even the streets. In this building, dad and I were in this golf cart going down a hall and he mentioned Ty always being around here lately which was weird. The halls and office space was cluttered with folding chairs and lab equipment like old experiments were moved off the table on to the floor to be discarded later. While going through another office floor there was this one guy with bags and piles of candy all around him at his desk and I asked if that’s the guy I’d heard of earlier with the kitkats and dad said he was. So when we were passing him I asked if he had any green tea kitkats since I saw other kinds and he was eating a white chocolate one, he said sure but as we were passing he handed me a box of nerds. I threw it back. We went through a door to another room that was dim. Everyone was in a folding chair facing the east wall and as we passed a couple girls in the crowd were excited to see me and said hi, then said to keep going and get out of here, that I was lucky. It’s like I’d known them and had been there but couldn’t remember. And it was like everyone thought whoever was in the next room had it better. We went through the next door down a hall into a room that felt more residential than commercial. The floors were wooden, there was a large window with floral drapes, a daybed against the window, and Lo sitting in a chair facing the tv. She was the beta tester at the end of the building, all alone. I think she was a game tester but she was isolated and miserable.

There was this building on the south side of the road and it was affiliated with Paris Hilton. It was a medical complex dealing with STI’s and plastic surgery, breast augmentation, aesthetician services, and that’s when I decided to walk in. I sat in one of the waiting area chairs up front and was sitting down at the same time as another girl with short hair (my brain hasn’t caught up to my hairs current length or color in dreams yet, mine was still dark and long). It was like the medical office that dealt with regrets. There was another office suite inside to the right dealing with laser tattoo removal so I got up to check it out. Walked in and there were people waiting, a couple standing by the window, I saw a small sign in form and started to fill it out but it was weird.

Zoog: “I had a dream I met the Dalai Lama. He comforted me by singing. I woke up humming his song.”

I was in this house and Patti was there trying to pair me with someone. He was supposed to take me wherever I was going. I grabbed my backpack and didn’t want to carry my gaming headset so I left it and thought I’d grab it later.  I walked into this building and a bunch of people were waiting around to go through these doors. They were like extras waiting to sit I’m on a filming of a show. People went in and I left.

I wandered around downstairs and this building was loaded with people and on the floor was this almost conveyor belt thing like at the airport going the opposite direction I was going in. Someone in the group said someone was photographing their new wife and I jumped off. She was in white lace tea length dress, but I wasn’t sure if she picked a simple wedding dress or of this was just for after. I passed the crowed and went to this huge conference area.  There were people indoor racing and Matt and I ended up doing a couple laps.

I was in this weird… not resort?  Some weird venue, I’ve seen it in dreams before.  I had to go upstairs to this lounge. While walking up these steep wooden steps (this was all inside) I saw the owner and this elder black lady at the counter. I sat at the booth with a friend then Billie sat down and was sad about a recent break up, talking about when her and her now ex would eat together or enjoy tea and talked about the purity level of the leaves. We saw a friend sitting outside and this is where our group was gathering so I went out first and picked a spot in the middle of one of the large booths hoping when you got there you’d sit across from me or next to me.

Terrible dream I was at this house where Ken was sick and playing some game but he was controlling a person like he was playing a sim, like in the movie Gamer. Then Sage and I went to grab food and a kid noticed a turtle on the hood of some truck or suv and pointed it out as animal abuse. We were shooting at a shipping container trying to get in when I’m cleaning knives and this chick has these huge knives with gold embellishments and they were hella fancy, there were comments I needed to upgrade mine.  Earlier I was sitting at a table and this elderly group was talking about going to a drive through movie and was disappointed. They were on vacation from Connecticut. I mentioned where to find a good one then brought up when I lived in Tempe and where there was also a good one as an example.

I walked through a house and dad is fixing the thermostat and is on the phone asking where a part is.. I guess something was supposed to ship and was late. I wandered around the house thinking it’s huge and unusual, and really off, but remembered all the kids that lived there.  All the rooms were empty, I passed by a room in the hall and see a man sitting at the dining room table staring at me.  Go to my bed but instead of it being a normal room it’s like off, like it’s outside but it’s not, and I went to go sit in bed and try to nap but once I was in there it was covered by a tarp like thing then covered in webs and bugs and I tried not to scream but started panicking. Someone moved some of the web for me to get out and motioned for me to follow. I said no I wouldn’t follow him and was busy? We discovered the building was run by a cult where the women were kept unconscious, inseminated, and hibernated motionless while pregnant. They called it “getting settled.” Then they’d do it over and over again, and the next generations did it, it’s all they did.

Aaaand woke up in my own blood.  Fantastic.  This used to never happen…

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand my goth mom posted online she had a string of nightmares last night about the nightmare house she used to live in years ago. Damn. :<

I had this dream mom and I couldn’t figure out where to go for brunch.  I mentioned a couple go to spots in Phoenix as examples and to contrast Vegas, since there are no options here.

Then I woke up.. and there aren’t as many options here.  Dammit.

Britni: “I had a dream last night that I modeled with one of my favorite fetish models.

So that was cool.”

Fuchsia: “I’ve been dreaming about Abelton every night.  How sad is that?”

Anjie: “I just woke up from the most horrific God awful dream I have ever had in my life. Waking up and being out of breath and crying is not something I ever want to experience again let alone the dream. It’s not something I want to face and refuse to face for many many more years. I can only hope it was just another crazy pregnancy dream but I have had in the past where I have dreamed of bad things and those bad things came to be and there is nothing I can do to prevent them because they aren’t my doing. Mother nature’s doing I guess you could say. Given the circumstances of everything that has happened in the last few months I’m absolutely terrified that it was more than just another pregnancy dream. I don’t know what significance September 20th ,2016 has but it will be a day I fear tremendously.”

I somehow got confused into thinking April 4th was my birthday and was sad no one said anything on fb or irl. I was upstairs at my former roommate’s house (but it was the house I grew up in) showering and trying to get cute and remembered wanting to show you Postinos or La Grande Orange so I texted asking if you had a couple hours free. I knew you’d just gotten back and it was a long shot but I decided to ask anyway.

I had this terrible dream I was going in for surgery on my left eye.  I had to be awake for it and they were cutting below the eye, like above my cheekbone to get to the nerve or something.

When I was driving to work this morning I remembered there was an earlier dream with a lot of snow, a lot of people were snowboarding because everything was covered and I almost fell off the shoulder of the road down a cliff.  Wtf brain.

I was sitting on a bench next to mom in the park in the middle of the neighborhood I grew up in. There were people playing basketball, shuffleboard, soccer way on the other side of the field, and beer pong off to the side.  You came to visit, I think I extended an invitation.  I was wearing warm gray slacks and a vest, and this badass burgundy silk tie, like rich burgundy, idk why this color stood out in my dream. I can’t even remember the color of my shirt. You had this WWII German style coat, it reminded me of the 2004 Achtung Playtime line Lip Service did except different and it was the dark red vinyl.  Anyway, I thought it was funny we matched without coordinating. Mom was falling asleep and I txted you I was taking her inside.  I came back and you were dressed casually in a white shirt and when I walked up you said you got the text.

I said I’d rather go to a movie or spend the night cuddling on the floor. Then I was sitting on the floor in pajamas getting frustrated on a Super Mario level after losing Yoshi and getting bit by a sleeping fish so I turned off the game. You’d gotten up and I followed almost tripping on the carpet.. really tripping on nothing cause I’m good at that. I asked where you were going and you were about to tell me but I kept kissing you and opened the top half of your robe and kept kissing down your chest. I appreciate how the look on your face went from being a little thrown off to a devious smile. I paused because I remembered asking you a question and thought it was rude to interrupt, you walked backwards while holding me close until you were sitting on a sofa. We hadn’t stopped kissing the entire way.

I woke up and wanted to tell you you visited so I grabbed lined paper and a purple ball point pen to get it down then woke up again.  I folded these puffy origami stars and later looked out the window to see them in the night sky. They were huge and there was a red star by the moon. I tried to get a picture but had issues turning the flash off and when I figured it out the sun had come up and it was cloudy. Lame.