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Bollywood Gypsy

I was driving dad’s truck and had issues with the brakes.  I would try to stop so I could parallel park but as soon as I shifted gears it would start to roll and I’d have to go back out to the street only to use both feet to slam on the brakes again.  he’d taken over but was suffering from anxiety and curled up on the floorboard so I went and tried again.  We finally got it to stop but wasn’t sure where to park it.  We had another person with us but I can’t remember who.  And we walked this curb up to this lady who looked like Violet from Private Practice sitting at a small table and there were people around waiting for something.  I hit a button and started a video and right as I did this, she asked are we getting started?  And began to play hers.  We both stopped our videos at the same time.

I was watching a man running towards these soldiers on horses, through this creek, and he’d lost his jacket so they couldn’t tell who he was and left him when he was trying to defect from the other side.  Or they had a common enemy or something.  Idk what his nation of origin was but he was tall, tan,had dark hair that was parted to the side, and had a thick mustache.  This was very mid century.  He was captured and turned in to the SS in some remote jungle area.  We were outside some building at night where there were tables setup and it looked like a dinner party had been hosted earlier in the evening.  I was’t sure if they were going to kill us on the spot or take us somewhere.  I had a jewelry box on my lap and inside it were a bunch of blue pressed pills.  I took a handful and showed it to the commanding officer then tossed them in my mouth.  There were too many so I couldn’t actually swallow them and started spitting them out.  They were confused and when I looked int he box again noticed this plastic bag with what looked like blue, green, and white gum balls, but they were some kind of chewy pills that knocked you out.  I started passing them around like candy and waited to see if our captors would pass out.

I saw a bunch of people waking around in what looked like Roman garb and some formations were in red, others in a light blue, and then there were some other people in different colors / designations.  I was wearing red and stood at a counter to transfer the gum ball things I had left into another container, then put that container in a matching red drawstring like backpack I Could carry with me.  I walked down a ramp past a bunch of people wearing the same thing I was to a tent with a couple people sitting there, and busted out the container.  They thought it was clever… the backpack..idk.  When I looked up we were in a closed off room with purple curtains all around and there was a TV on the wall to the right.  The guy on the opposite couch was wearing a suit and ha a salt and pepper beard.  Him and a couple people were discussing things that had changed at GD like the front page no longer having Danica on it, and other changes in how thins were being done.  This one lady, the same one who looked like Violet from earlier, was like “okay are we getting started now?!” An d start her video talking about random things, it seemed like they were all consultants for the company, and for a few others, so they had their own schedules and time for random things like this.  I had no idea how they do it, but it hint he bearded guy was a corporate lawyer.

I was sitting at a table and dad was next to me, then he got up.  A guy who looked like Stephen Collins was sitting across from me at this table, and he was cutting these huge soap blocks down into smaller bars.  They were different colors and were all swirly.  I helped break them apart with a knife then started using my hands since they were coming apart easily like someone already ran a knife through them.  Then I was stacking them and they looked like piles of desserts and cookies. He was moving the piles off to the side to make room for more.  A lady walked up to explain we didn’t want to stack them a certain way or they’d crumble and he was all whatever.  There were a few rows of tables and folding chairs and they all had different crafting stations and pastries laid out on them.  There was a crock pot at the next table over where they were dipping skewers of bananas and apples into what might have been caramel or chocolate.  I asked if we had one to setup at our table but we didn’t.

I got up and was in this apartment with a huge bathroom, and the tub, walls, tiles, and everything else were white.  There was a glass door with a shade over it.  The door went out to the side of the house and to the yard.  I heard kids walking around in the area, and there was some wifi issue going on I couldn’t remember.

I woke up and fell back asleep…

Gypsy was dressed in some belly dancing costume on fb.  I went to a green foods breakfasty place and saw two people at the fruit bar grabbing things and making suggestions. It was like I’d met them before but couldn’t remember where from.  The guy behind the counter had a heavy Asian accent and was hard to understand.  When I looked down he made this chicken bowl thing, and I was gonna run with it and asked how much it was.  He said it was $23 and change and I was like that’s nuts.  I’ve never spent that much here before and he showed me the bowl again and there were green jello cubes under the shredded chicken breast like it was some premium thing, and I got all angry like.. I don’t like jello, and normally you’d ask what I’d want, and this time you didn’t.  He just stood there and didn’t offer a solution so I said I’d pay it and leave and handed him a card but the cards in my wallet looked weird so I was all wait, then handed him another one.  He offered to make a different one and was all without the stuff I didn’t like and said it was $9 and change, and I was all no.  So I got my card back and thought about updating my Yelp review while walking out, but then thought writing it while angry would be a bad idea and would be mean, but was thinking how I’ve never paid for something I didn’t want and had no intention of eating then just walked out before either.

I walked down these steps and when I got to the corner, before going into the next building, did a back bend and stretched.  I decided to keep going and did a flip.  The sunlight was on me and felt nice and warm instead of all burny for once.  These guys said they had a table and a spot for me so I walked in to go inside and this little kid by the door was being a brat.  I lifted one of his legs and saw under his shoe there was this round thing.. like a wheel but it was flat against his shoe. I threatened to take it away from him so he started yelling no and I didn’t see the importance of the toy, but another guy was like nah, don’t do that to the kid he lost the other one, and I was all ohh.  So I left it and walked outside.  The kid stopped yelling.

Inside it looked like a tavern and they were setting up this long table but the group was outside so I went back to wait with them.  I was looking at fb and saw this video of Gypsy and this other girl at what looked like some crazy movie set, and they were in these costumes doing these cool synchronized dance moves, and it looked like a Bollywood production and they jumped up on this restaurant booth and then her friend was on top of the back rest part and it was tall.  the back part was a little taller than Gypsy and I Was all omg, that booth is over 5′ tall that’s so cool and it was ivory colored with super colorful designs on it.

I was laying in a fluffy be with navy blue linens and Gypsy was next to me.  Like we had our feets out to opposite sides of the bed and our heads met in the middle of the side, like the edge, cause we were laying sideways/diagonal.  Then she got up on top of me while I was laying on my tummy an said okay she was going to figure out what was going on with my back, and I was all what?  She started scratching my back on my left side an I started giggling cause it tickled, then she started to actually scratch and I was all yeah.. okay that’s cool, then she mentioned something about scarring in that area and I was like orly?  and she was all yarly.  Idk if she was talking like acne scarring or what.  She got up and then I was watching the TV that was embedded in the window.  It was showing some reporter on site at some disaster on CNN.  I looked to the side and noticed there were window washers and was all oh snap, and looked down and saw I was wearing my black silky pajamas ad retracted back. The TV switched over to this photo of you at an office desk, holding this little blond boy, maybe around 3 or 4 years old and laughing like he was being tickled or you just told the funniest joke on the planet.  Then they showed a picture of these destroyed buildings like they were covering some natural disaster in the bay area and I was all omfg, what is going on?  Then some dude was talking and I couldn’t figure out if they’d switched stories or if they were related.

I was in a house going to the bedroom and there were a bunch of clothes and Mickey Mouse hats from Disneyland on the bed and nightstand.  It looked like little kids destroyed my room.  The room itself was all white and beige and well kept other than the kids stuff.  Without the color from the kids things it would have been pretty sterile and boring.

Lucid dreaming

I noticed the last two nights… my dreams have had me looking into a mirror while topless, I keep having random hair changes, I’ve questioned whether I was in a dream while dreaming, and I’ve been aimlessly trying to get places but I’m confused.

Well then…

9:00pm edit: Two articles came up in my feed regarding lucid dreaming. I don’t really know much about it, but apparently it happens sometimes. I think it has in the past and I’ve forgotten it or it’s been so rare. I’ve woken from dreams before thinking they were so real. I had a hallucination last year of an argument outside my door that never happened, of being paralyzed in bed, and then waking up. It was hard to tell what was real and which wake ups were still within dreams. The fact that I couldn’t move my head from facing right to looking up and hearing a loud terrible noise in my left ear made me wonder if I experienced a seizure. I don’t have that medical history, but I know they typically happen and night and some people go undiagnosed, I also know the script I was prescribed off label, and take periodically to help me sleep, is an anti seizure medication and taking those of you aren’t prone to seizures will lower your threshold.. making you more. susceptible. to. seizures. Wtf. I think that ended up being some night terror induced paranoia for a couple days and that was it.

The last time since it happened was New Years in the hotel when I kept waking up in the dream but was still in the room at Mandalay and you were beside me every time.  I was paralyzed in the part where I wanted to yell at dream Sean. Lol. I didn’t know I was actually dreaming in either of the two examples where I’ve been paralyzed until after I woke up for real.

So I’ve had dream within a dream situations before. The last two nights I went from I think this is a dream, to this is a dream, without immediately waking up.  It’s strange, but at least there’s no paralysis or terrible audio hallucination.

I think it’s interesting some people try to have lucid dreams on purpose and one of those steps involved a dream journal. This archives been going for years just for the sake of doing it. I wonder if I brought this on myself or if it just happened. Maybe it’s stress? I wanted to blame ginseng since there’s a link but only the last example occurred after I started drinking the tea.  I’ve also been so fatigued lately I can’t remember the last time I took a script to help me sleep.. so maybe that’s part of it too.

“I think this is a dream”

I had woken up and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom vanity then noticed how my bangs had different shades of purples, magentas, blues, and a little green.  This wasn’t specifically galaxy hair but the colors blended well together.  My makeup matched too with the liner and metallic purple lipstick.  I was wearing color contacts but can’t remember if they were dark blue or something like it.  I was wearing a lace top where the bust is cut out and I paired it with a black under bust corset that was longer and went half way over my hips.  It was lacy and had ribbons that were sewn in to be all ruffly and matched the top well.  I wondered what you’d think of it and if you’d like it.  This was very fetish ball goth.  I approved.  I adjusted my boobs in the top again after putting on the corset then just played with them for a minute in front of the mirror because I could. idk

I heard a door open which confused me so I grabbed something to cover myself and dad walked in looking for something, all I could think was are you fucking kidding me?  And I guess it showed on my face as I was thinking I could have remembered locking the door for sure.. and don’t people know how to knock?  Dad said there was a second door to the right as he was leaving.  Idk wtf he was looking for.  So I walked out of the bathroom and the room I was in was like a studio with a decent sized kitchen and the space was L shaped.  The kitchen had some retro wood color but it was well maintained.  Anne’s dogs were there like I’d been watching them for a bit and Payton was wearing a cone of shame.  She was being aggressive towards the other dogs so I picked her up and she started to nip at my fingers.,  I placed her out of the studio so she had access to the rest of the house and I locked the second door.  Then I realized I’d locked her in another bathroom so I walked around to the front door, opened it, opened the door next to the one I was standing in that went to the bathroom Payton was in, and immediately shut and locked the front door before she could get in.  I looked at my reflection in the glass door of the oven and noticed I was wearing a white lace dress.  Then I heard the front door open and was all what the?  But it was two or three people who had a key… I guess they were the owners and were renting this space out like an Airbnb kind of thing.  They were asking where Payton was and I explained she was being aggressive towards the other dogs so I separated them.

I was walking around somewhere at night and looked this sign on an arch to my right to try and figure out where I was so I could go back and visit it later.  I kept thinking I was in Alabama or Louisiana.  There were these frat guys yelling random things across the street and these two chicks in uniforms were walking across the street so I followed closely behind them and they went through this walkway in this building and then up a couple steps to this door.  They asked if i went here and was a member of insert random society here that I can’t remember and I was all no?  They were all oh okay bye and went inside.  I still wasn’t really sure what was going on and walked around.  I was down south like in Tucson trying to get back to Phoenix and I was trying to do the math on how long it would take to get to Vegas, and was trying to figure out who I needed to see.  Apparently there was a time crunch and the situation changed where I could spend two or three extra days in Phoenix before going back and thought.. well I could be mopey in Vegas, or spend the time distracting myself and seeing friends.  I thought about who to call.. goth mom, Thomsen, Ashe.. who did I wanna stay with?  Where did I want to go?  I can’t remember what happened after but woke up in the back seat of a car and was leaning on Sarah, and Anne was sitting next to her.  We were all asleep in the back seat and Janine was driving.  It was dark out and I started to settle my head back on Sarah’s shoulder when I looked up and noticed we were driving in reverse and that Janine was driving the wrong way on the freeway, which explains going in reverse to go with the flow of traffic.  I was wondering how this even happened and Sarah explained it.  There were three cars about a quarter mile behind us but other than that there wasn’t much going on.  It started becoming light out and we were standing on snow.  There were three guys giving us grief about how we got there and how it was private territory.  Then Janine ski’d off down the hill to get away.

I was at some place and there was a cute little blond girl with her hair in pigtails.  She opened a door and decided to walk outside on the balcony but her guardians advised against it.  It was weird because these were narrow steps that curved up to another door on the floor above us but they weren’t exactly like a spiral staircase.  They also moved a little like a rope bridge.  The ground wasn’t super far away but it wasn’t close either,  I actually wasn’t sure how far the drop was, and there was nothing but what looked like rain forest surrounding us.  She hopped from step to step and I went after her knowing she was going to get stuck on a platform.  She got to the bottom platform before the steps change directions and start going up and she started to cry.  I reached out to grab her and she took my hand.  I sat on the bottom step and pulled her close so I could hug her and said I told her not to go off all by herself.  Her hair was dark now, and we sat there in these chairs (they were the platforms a second ago) and looked at this huge IMAX like screen in front of us.  There was this one guy off to the right side asking if I wanted soda and I thought about it then said no.  I was trying to find a remote on the cluttered table to my left and then to the west of us, we saw a plane fall out of the sky.  My only clue was the sunset being in the same direction.  Then on the screen it explained who it was and why he couldn’t marry so and so because he was an alien.  It was like some V level conspiracy except not reptile, and the room was dark and I saw the ending credits in front of us with this ugly neon 16 bit green text, and I mentioned how it was funny we found a secret in the end of a series and answered questions from Sailor Moon because this was on right before TMNT, so thank you to TMNT.. and the little girl turned to look at me and she was all confused, and I said I think this is a dream.. Yeah.

She looked horrified and I said no no no, it’s okay.  Like things had gotten so surreal and out of place I caught it.  She looked like anime now, and she was about to disintegrate like the dream was going to reset itself, or maybe I was going to wake up.  I said not to worry and we were standing i what looked like a conference room area with ugly red casino carpet.  She was wearing all black.  Black long sleeve sweater, skirt, leggings, very Hotaru.  I stood next to her and a door opened, then three people walked out.   I chose this one lady who was wearing a black chefs jacket and thought she’d be easiest for the girl to talk to.  She looked kind of like a brunette version of Cat Cora.  I wanted to know what was bothering her and what she was internalizing since I wasn’t sure how to help.  Then I woke up.

The Shoot

I was in my (fictional dream) open loft apartment and the windows were floor to ceiling and huge.  I was making a mental note purchase curtains for privacy and to control the light coming in later but wasn’t sure how to get them up there.,  I walked across the apartment which was larger than I remembered and then walked to the kitchen area and sat at this tall large table with tall chars.  There was a large TV mounted on the wall, or maybe it was a projector since it was so big,  I thought I should grab my laptop and come back so I could watch things while working on stuff.  There were a couple people sitting at the table and when I turned to look behind me I saw Josh C had a bunch of guests over.  There were over 20 people in the kitchen and dining area that had been converted into another sitting area with cream colored leather couches and recliners and a table.  His guests were looking at me in a rude manner and I was ready to kick them out but walked out to another room where there was a large dining room table with many chairs and another sitting area off to the side.  I remembered the color teal, like there was some lovely aqua teal rug somewhere, ad there were a couple people walking around further away in the room and I kept walking, going through these really nicely furnished well lit rooms and thought damn my house was big..  Where is Anne?  I was thinking about roommate rules of engagement regarding Josh C since I wasn’t sure how to best handle his random party.  (I asked her if he had groups over like this every night and she said yes and I thought omg, what is wrong with people?  Sometimes I’m fine with having people over but always went out and mostly kept my home to myself.  It was always my quiet escape to return to when I was done with the world.

We talked about going somewhere and I was following her mustang, but I was on a motorcycle and had issues with the road being dug up, being dirt, then riding out of this ditch and being on snow then ice.  I got out of the dirt lane and realized I had to get over to the left and when the light turned green the car next to me was kind enough to let me go in front.,  I wasn’t sure where sh was but finally got on normal roads again and then I realized we were going south on Maryland Parkway, south of the university.  Waaay south from where we lived.  I stopped and was standing in a corridor inside this apartment complex and it was dark out and windy.  Things were off and I started questioning if this was real, then did a little inventory check.  What could I see and touch?  Did I feel the wind and hear noises around me, was there color (there always is anyway), was I in a dream?  Were there enough details?  I was convinced things were weird but this passed for real at least in the dream. lol

I was supposed to be doing a shoot with someone like they were engagement photos but off like it was in a park and I was in some red and gold costume with lots of silk and stuff, then I was supposed to come out naked for other pics like it was some hippy new age chicks on Tumblr being forest elves / blood elves from WoW, and I walked into a dressing room and looked in the mirror to undo my top and then undo my hair so it fell down my back.  It was super long and light red and my boobs looked different but were still awesome.  I decided to keep the flowy pants on until I was outside and at the site we were shooting at and then I’d drop them.  I started walking past this pool area and some people didn’t notice while others stared and the girls acted disgusted while their boyfriends and fellow bros gawked and made noises and gestures.  Instead of outwardly showing annoyance I responded back in kind and they had no idea wtf to do with a woman who didn’t get embarrassed or flustered or offended.  They received a confident response and weren’t sure how to handle it.  I kept walking and  was trying to figure out how to get back over the curb to the grassy area we were at when I looked down and saw this huge water slide people were looking down at or were sitting on the edge and dangling their feet.  It looked like a huge half pipe water slide thing that just went down and got dark and I couldn’t tell where the tunnel went.  I wanted to jump down but because I wasn’t sure where I’d end up, or how it was timed and didn’t want to collide with anyone, I kept walking.  So I went into the pool to try and swim to a side that could get me where I wanted to be and decided to swim on my back with my hand along the wall so I wouldn’t get lost when one of the jets was in reverse and sucked on the palm of my right hand.  I had to pull hard and went around the corner so I could take the steps long the wall out of the pool.  There was a guy going down when I was climbing up and it was weird,  I’m not sure who got there first but he smiled and then I noticed I was straddling him while he was leaning on the ladder and immediately climbed out of the pool as he sank down.

The sun was down now and I kept walking, then found this smaller pool that turned out to be a large hot tub and hopped in to warm up, while keeping my arms out on the ledge so I wouldn’t go under.  I just wanted the warmth.. then I heard a door open behind me (I guess the dream changed it from outdoor to indoor) and I saw a Catholic priest storm through with another man rushing behind him.  He was looking for someone then turned around to head back, saying he needed Jessica Jones.  I got up like he was looking for me and went after him but someone tried to stop me and I wasn’t sure who.  I ran down the hall to this open window in the wall that had another room for some kind of forensic prep work.  I noticed Hannibal in a nice gray suit working there.  Him and another guy were prepping organs in bread crumbs, marinades, and other items when I realized the hearts, kidneys, livers, and other organs were human.  It threw me off but they were explaining part of the investigation involved ingesting the victim’s organs to gain insight, and then I thought well that would be a good job for Hannibal… very iZombie.. without the zombie part.

I walked into an office and saw Andrew C sitting at a desk and he said my name all excited.  It threw me off, I hadn’t seen him since 2012.  He was sitting at a desk with these huge ass monitors,  I’m sure they were actually two 40″ TV’s being used as monitors.  He asked where I’d been and thought I’d left the company or had gotten fired sine he hadn’t seen me and I said I sat down that way and pointed southeast.  Then he said okay cool and it was good seeing me.  My hair was super short and black with magenta streaks then.  I walked into a hall and it looked like the large house I was in earlier.  I was considering a change of clothes thinking what I was in may have been too casual and I didn’t want to hear it from TSO.  I kept walking and then found Zuko so I put my gaming laptop down when he was in between me and it for attention and picked him up.  He just stayed there like a doll while I held him, and Valentine and I walked to a room where a discussion was going and picked seats where there was a little arm rest with a cutout for Zuko to sit in.  The seats were plush and red like it was in a theater and every other row lifted up like the flight tour ride at Disneyland. It was super weird.  I can’t remember anything after that.

Katherine V’s Dream

“The first nightmare that I had last night took place in a zoo. Within the exhibit, there were 2 female tigers laying down facing each other. Between them was an adorable golden puppy. It was a big, “Awwwwwwww” for everyone involved. Then, someone came and took the puppy away from the tigers. The tiger on the right thought that the tiger on the left stole her “baby” from her, and she started viciously mauling the neck of the tiger on the left like prey. I was horrified to see blood streaming down the left tiger’s neck, as the right tiger kept chomping through. As it appeared she was killing her, I frantically called for help from a zookeeper, but there were none to be found and I went unheard. Before I knew it, the one tiger had beheaded the other, and the zookeepers were suddenly there pulling a big black tarp over them across the entire exhibit. I was deeply disturbed and in despair.

My interpretation: The puppy represented my inner child; the innocent, warm, and vulnerable side of me that needs to grow and be nurtured. And/or, it represents an immature, conceited person that I love and long to protect.

I was wondering what the tigers could have signified, reading that they can represent leadership. Later in the day today, it hit me and I just knew… The tigers are me. The tiger is my Chinese zodiac. They represent conflicting sides of me that long to protect, but one lashes out at the other for taking/letting go of the “baby”. Likely the heart vs. the mind.

My desperately calling out and not being heard represents being unable to attain the help I need during times of threat.

Using resources at my disposal, I gathered that the black tarp symbolizes a lack of love and support; death, mourning, rejection… The color is an invitation to delve deeper in my unconscious in order to gain a better understanding of myself. More positively, black represents potential and possibilities. It is like a clean or blank slate.”

Phoenix

Thank you.

From the bottom of my heart thank you.  You mean so much to me, and I appreciate everything.  The entire trip was fun, ridiculous, exhausting, amazing, and worth every second.   I’m glad I got to do the driving for one day and give you a small break.  Thank you for trusting me to do it.  I’m happy I finally got to share little bit of home that I missed with you and hope I get to show you more of my favorites someday.  Thank you for shortening the gaps between how long we go without seeing each other.  Something was different the last two days.  Thank you for giving me the best weekend and for loving me without restraint.  I really see how much you do for me and how you think about me when planning.

 

I’m sorry.

I know I said it earlier but I’m sorry I passed out and I *still* wish you woke me.  I know you were trying let me rest and only had my well being in mind.  I’m sorry you got off to such a  late start today and I feel terrible about it.  I’m sorry I jumped to the worst conclusion as soon as I looked around the room and it was quiet and your things were gone.  It is a reflection on past experiences and has absolutely nothing to do with you.  As soon as you answered the phone I knew my worst fears weren’t real, but my heart was already breaking when I reached for the phone.  I was scared, and in shock, especially after everything and with how well the weekend went.  Nothing in the room made sense.   I know its never been your intent to hurt me.  That is not what I expect from you, and it’s not how I see you.  I’m sorry thinking that when I woke up hurt you.  I’m a little broken today but I’m going to be alright.  We communicated and we’re okay.

I love you.  Please be safe.

Hotel deja vu

I woke up around 6am this morning and kind of drifted in and out of sleep for a little bit.  I was in our room at the Four Seasons but the door was on the opposite side of the room and there was a guy wearing black slacks and a light blue button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up.  He’d grabbed a black backpack and I wanted to turn my head and yell Sean!  but I was laying on my tummy and was paralyzed.  So here I am acknowledging this is freaky but I’m not in any real danger, maybe I just woke up too fast cause it’s like those night terrors without the terror part and my motor functions are just slow to start this time?  I’m waiting for my ability to yell and move return.  Sean!!!

I woke up and there was this lady in a blue polo shirt tucked in to khakis, she had long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and she had a cup on a saucer she was placing on my nightstand while saying things in French.  I believe this was a cappuccino or latte or something in that area.  I had no idea what she was saying or what was going on other than she mentioned something that sounded like baguette but brought things that resembled biscotti.  You were still passed out next to me.  She ended up leaving after setting these items down.  Then Shaun was sitting on the ottoman by the gray chair with a black backpack by his feet and it was open but I couldn’t see what was in it.  He was going off on some weird spiritual things like he’d found religion, without directly saying it.  Then he started talking about how he regretted not dating me back in the day and I was thinking really, then said “can you please leave?”  He kept talking about some epiphany and then I heard a voice behind me say “can you leave?”  You’d apparently woken up listening to him going off and reinforced my request.  He finally grabbed his bag to leave and then I woke up for real this time.  At least I’d hope so, otherwise this entire day has been a long ass dream or I’m in some hotel version of Groundhog Day.

Decisions

I was walking through what looked like a show room with different model kitchens, they were almost like the sets you see for pinup shoots while others were modern.  One was really unusual where the fridge stuck out a little from its designated spot due to a lack of space.  It was a large brushed chrome fridge that was way taller than me.. maybe not way taller and more like the one downstairs irl, but it seemed that way in the dream.  I was messing with something else that was plugged in and tried moving the cord.  It was like one of those large grey 220 volt appliance plugs, and when I turned around I realized I had pulled the cord and the fridge moved entirely out of it’s place so I needed to move it back.  Then I realized it was unplugged and couldn’t rotate it to find its cord and plug it back in before trying to push it back.

I was in some weird apartment that was old but had been renovated.  It was upstairs in a tall building and had an open floor plan with nice wooden floors that had a natural finish. I couldn’t tell if this was a studio or one bedroom apartment since it was long and the kitchen was surprisingly huge with black shiny cabinets and appliances.  The island was rectangular but the cabinets were rounded and stylized like the dressers on the Fabulous and Baroque website.  Like black on black lacquered Anais Credenza cabinets, they were gorgeous.  There were large windows to my right previously but then there was a large industrial sized washer and dryer, was I in another apartment in the same building?  They were the side loading style but large enough to walk in, they were the size of walk in freezers.  The person who just randomly showed up in this dream, who I guess was showing me everything, even walked into one of them and the light came on in the “drum” except it looked like a chrome room and just seeing someone in there felt very ominous so I was all okay lets go.

Brandon and I were downstairs in a living room watching the TV and it had a little static.  I wasn’t paying attention to it until he mentioned it making out a message on the screen and brought it to my attention.  It was some kind of personal threat to my life.  There was some chick with a short black bob we knew who walked down the stairs (the TV was against the wall the stairs shared) and we had a brief exchange about it and the other paranormal ish that was going around inside I can’t remember anymore, but lots of weird stuff was happening and it was directed at harming me.  She seemed to understand what was going on but didn’t offer any guidance on the problem and walked back upstairs.

I was in some really small room and the walls were painted some pea green color, there was barely enough room for a twin bed and a small desk, I can’t even remember what was currently on the walls but was considering getting a framed dragonfly for one of the bare spaces and then something else for another space.  I knew what the second object was in the dream and it’s gonna drive me crazy I can’t remember now.

Then I was sitting in a chair at this standalone desk where one side was against the wall.  It was parallel to the two rows of desks where some of the people I knew from infra and networking were sitting.  You and I had been discussing security and and there was another gentleman sitting at another desk like the one I was at.  We were making small talk when I discovered he was waiting to be interviewed.  We talked about different things while he waited and I gave him some info and general advice I would like appreciated in his situation and he thanked me.  The door behind him opened and he walked in.  At the row of desks were John W, Etori, Steve, and some other friends asking me why I didn’t go for that spot instead of the one I was currently considered, and we went back and forth on the pros and cons.  The door was still open and you were sitting at the table with the guy from earlier and dude was all why don’t you go for this thing?  I was happy with the decision I already made and these points only reinforced it.

So I was back in that pea green room but turned around and now it was a larger loft.  I was looking at this part of the wall that was maybe a foot long, like a little dent so it wasn’t a boxy 4 walled room, and thought that’s where the framed dragonfly should go.  I was talking to Brandon about placement while he sat in a chair at a desk against the wall.  Then I was sitting on the floor at a table writing in a notebook and the room had white walls.  A few of us were sitting on the carpet around a Korean table and you had your back against a sofa.  We were addressing the paranormal weirdness from earlier and you suggested taking some spot that was going to throw our schedules off, because I’d be going back to a swing shift and would be schooling in the morning.  It was going to be hard to see each other but you tried to push it for my benefit.   I wasn’t happy about it but decided to at least think about it.

The Ransom

I was in this small room downstairs on the other side of the wall from the pantry.  It was setup with a small guest bed and a quilted blanket.  I’d planned on sleeping there but then mom was there so she was going to take the room and I was going to figure something else out.  There was a plate and some spilled food on the bed so I grabbed everything to put away and toss in the kitchen sink while mom grabbed the quilt and comforter to throw in the wash, and then we’d look for linens.  Anna walked in and was apparently going to sleep there, she was furious about it so she decided to go upstairs and sleep next to him.  I was very panicky then thought just because she’s up there doesn’t mean she’s going to have any success, maybe he’ll be too tired because he’s been working so much.  I was in the kitchen by the sink dealing with the plate thinking about how much I wish I had a million dollars.  That wasn’t going to be enough for her.  I wish I had 2 million to offer her to walk away because I was certain if given the choice she’d take the money.  But I didn’t know how to acquire it.  It felt like I had to find a way to obtain ransom money for his heart.

I went to another room and was laying on this bed with black sheets, then sat up to turn off a lamp on the desk. I’d been on a tablet going over craigslist ads for puppies and dogs.  They all had white fur coats.  I’d been scrolling for a while but forgot what breed I was looking for.

I opened this wooden framed glass door and was out in a hall passing different counters.  It was all school administration and one counter was my college and another was my high school.  I passed a table with a  bunch of blank MCC student ID’s and this guy with a camera.  There were pictures on another table with student photos that I guess were there as examples?  They all had light green sweaters or vests on over white polo shirts or blouses.  This was like that sea foam green, like the old school medical uniform green.  I didn’t remember the school colors changing and guessed they were asking students for their shirt sizes during orientation to send them these things for their photos / IDs, and just so they’d have it.  I thought I forgot something or how to get somewhere, or specifically how to get to someone, so I turned around and went back to where I’d come out to the hall, then stopped before opening the glass door because I really couldn’t remember.  I decided to walk away and was in another office environment.  I was wearing a long black coat and had this amazing light pink hair.  I saw Claudio at a check out and asked what he thought of it.  He looked surprised and I explained how I got the idea last night since my purple was fading to a pink.  Then I asked him if I looked like a lesbian and he said not yet.  It was funny and slightly weird and I woke up.

Dream bread hurts my stomach

Someone in an office was talking shot about certain bands and I hard someone call them out on it and I looked up, then held up a CD from one of those bands. I had a bunch of small flyers and CD jackets to put into an album or do a scrapbook thing with, there were photos of Valentina and I at a party in Tucson I was arranging in the album and it filled two pages. I’d thought there was only one photo from the night but there were eight of them! We were back to back on a couch tied up in blue rope and I was turning to look back at her and we were smiling. Or there was one of her on another couch next to one of my drawings on a dry erase board. I was chillin on the floor on top of a blanket organizing things and looked up while a couple people were talking, but I forgot who they were. J. Tsao was there and was wearing all yellow with this other guy, and I was all oh hey you’re already in town? And he was all yeah, they were running some marathon in the city and I told them to drink lots of water, the other guy gave me this look like really? So I amended it to drink enough water to stay hydrated and don’t die. See you in the office tomorrow. Bye. They said bye and left. The one guy who stayed behind asked who the “new” person was and I was all that’s Tsao!

“Ohh!”

I was going through a black backpack and it had a bunch of random stuff and needed to be cleaned out. It had an opened jar of peanut butter and no lid on, chocolate wafer sticks, like the ones that look fancy that go in your coffee, or come in huge plastic containers at the Chinese grocery, and a bunch of other food items that looked like they needed to be tossed, so I started grabbing things to throw in the trash and Eric S. said I had to do it elsewhere while pointing at a wafer and I was all oh sorry, it was implied that this was due to an allergy but I couldn’t remember what he was allergic to. So I dragged the backpack across the floor to the kitchen and started throwing everything into a plastic trash bag.  Goth mom walked over to see what I was working on and pulled the bag up and then it was like a large aluminum foil bag thing. She was trying to see what was still good and asked if I was recycling the tin foil while looking at the baking pan that was just at the bottom of the bag and I said no. She mentioned how much she loved Liz but some of her habits were gross, then she grabbed a couple items that were supposed to be nonperishable and threw them on the stove to see if they were alright but after making a thing decided it was disgusting and tossed it out. She walked away so I turned the gas off on the burner then went around the corner to the dining area.

It was designed like the kitchen and dining area in the house I grew up in only it was larger and the entrance to the other rooms was on the left instead of the right. She walked back around and had a bunch of food out for a party. (I just realized this was like my neighbor Kathleen’s house). She was pointing out what the spreads were and the different meats. I grabbed garlic bread and it felt like the softest thing ever, grabbed butter, then slices of rare steak over it. Goth mom didn’t really approve but was all at east I won’t starve while the party’s waiting on other things.  There were more people now and I went to sit at this table, there was an extended family and this little girl was being whiny.  I’d forgotten how many of my friends and people I know come from Mormon families.  I got up and went around the corner to see what else was going on and then went back to where the food was to grab more bread. There was a guy behind the counter helping out goth mom and the peeps who were up there grabbing things. I was all hey, can I get some butter? And pointed at the plate he was hoarding, and he was all no, then gave me a piece he had on his knife. I was all okay thanks and walked off eating more bread.

There was a group on a stage to my right singing as I passed them and kind of felt like an ass no one was watching them but was all.. There’s no audience anyway and it’s just background stuff. I went back out to this larger area and the kids were watching some performance geared towards them and as I walked out through the glass doors I saw this huge field and a bunch of kids playing like it was a school. This girl ran up and asked if I’d play with her and I said sure but I had to put the utensil I had away and started walking back towards the door. She was walking with me but was all excited so she started walking faster, then I did, then she started running and I was and we were racing to the door and I dropped the butter knife and stopped to go pick it up saying I had to behave cause we shouldn’t run with knives, and you picked up the butter knife before I got to it and handed it to me, and I was all thanks. You were in a blue soccer jersey and black shorts. I wanna say football but that doesn’t mean the same thing in the United States. Oh well. I was walking through this gated area outside to get back to the door and it was still a good 50 yards away, I was wondering where you’d gone, and then the girl, then saw this really tall guy walking from another area on the left in to the building, he had super long fluffy hair and was like 7′ tall and I wondered if he was Samoan or something. He was wearing the same blue jersey so I wondered if you’d run off to a game.  I woke up before I made it back inside.

“Noca calories don’t count”

A group was out and I’d been driving around with a friend trying to figure out food.  I think we were considering Noca so this was Phoenix.  It was night time and after driving though some area with a bunch of stop signs we parked in an area that looked a lot like Town & Country.  We were inside some shopping area and couldn’t figure out how to get downstairs since all the escalators were going up to our level.  I found a switch on the side of the escalator that would change it’s direction and waited for one that didn’t have people coming up on it so I could reverse the direction.  I picked one in the middle and when I didn’t see anyone else coming up, and that’s when I saw people almost reach the top of the platform so I flipped the switch and left it in the middle position so it stopped.  There was a small group behind this black lady at the top of the platform and she just kept talking and wouldn’t move out of the way.  We eventually made it downstairs and out of the building.  I can’t remember what happened immediately after.

We were going through termed equipment and had a bunch of backpacks in the bed of a truck.  I went to grab the last one and inventory it when I noticed my old portfolio and printed lj were inside the bag.  I grabbed them and then brought the bag in.  We were inventorying the electronic equipment and then returning the personal belongings.  There was a tall white wooden cabinet that was taller than me, and inside it had manga and other items.  This was being shipped to the person who had my journal and portfolio in their bag.  I was going to grab my items out of it but decided to let most of it go.  So I arranged the manga inside the cabinet, grabbed a couple things I wanted to hold on to, and left the rest I thought she might enjoy.  I had no idea who she was or where the things were being shipped.  I just knew she was a she.

I was sent a ticket requesting a server with 60 drives in it and asked who assigned it, who spoke to the requester, and wtf they wanted a 60 drive server for since they had no idea what they were asking for.  What were they planning to do with it?  I yelled it out on the floor and no one was owning up to it, everyone looked confused.  You looked up at me, smiled, and shoot your head then kept working on whatever you were occupied with.  I walked out to the hall and sat on a couch.  There was a guy with an amazing Homura tattoo on his leg. It was this huge piece where Homura was jumping in the air, facing right, and her hair was behind her like it was windy.  The background was the night sky with rich colors that transitioned into warm oranges and yellows as it crackled into doily and kaleidoscope patterns like she was in a witch’s labyrinth.  We were trying to figure out drinking plans after the office and Matt walked over saying he was down and requested someone hit him up about it once a decision was made, then walked away.  I was contorted on the leather sofa with my feets up on the headrest, and explained I’d been sleeping shittily when I was called out on it.  Then turned to sit up and accidentally kicked the guy and apologized.  I leaned back to see you directly and mentioned how i burned through Madoka and wasn’t sure what to start up next.  The guy got all excited and was all “Madoka?”  And i said yeah, and that I noticed his tattoo.  He seemed familiar because of it, and because I was trying to remember if I’d seen him earlier at Town & Country, or when we were sorting through equipment earlier and I had forgotten.  I had a AA battery in one hand and a gold phone i the other, and said I remembered needing a battery and picked some up last time I was at the store, knowing I’d forget later.. but this was obviously wrong.  Tee phone was much thinner than the battery and I thought I needed a coin battery.  It’s like phone batteries didn’t exist in this dream. lol

I was in a nicely furnished apartment and had apparently married Harry from S&TC, but I wasn’t Charlotte, but I was.  It was like some Fight Club split personality disorder, it was weird.  This was super confusing because even though the apartment looked nice with its choice of fabrics, color, and upholstery, it wasn’t the huge apartment Charlotte had acquired from Trey.  I went to the restroom to change and clean up and decided to put on this suit I hadn’t worn before.  It was kind of fetishy and hard to describe.  The bathroom was weird too, everything was all green tiled and there was a squat toilet like it was in Asia, and there was a bidet and the shower had two shower heads.  My hair had been acting weird when I brushed it out and it was kind of twisting back into curls when I’d try to straighten it, and the curls got so tight they almost resembled braids but it finally started behaving.  I came out and asked him what he thought of the outfit and he said he really liked it.  He was unpacking and moving things around, one last thing being a bag full of pills and I wondered why he had so many prescriptions.  Then I wished they were something else, idk what, but something fun, and I thought that would never happen since he was a lawyer.  We walked into another room since he wanted to show me his closets.  The one we walked into had a bunch of scarves in it and it reminded me of Brandon M’s collection.  There were four large closets and I was all wait can I have one?! And he was all yeah, then said to hang on and walked away fora  minute.  I was standing there next to Charlotte and looked at the other closet over the wall saying how I liked that one cause it was painted this nice blue color with black trim, and she said no go for the one we were standing in cause it was larger, and I Said i guess we could paint this one to match and she said yes, and it would look better cause they’d all be uniform.  The two closets were divided by a lower wall in the middle and each had their own entrance, bu the opposite walls were normal, and there were still two other closets to the right.  The closet Charlotte and I had been standing in was almost as big as my one bedroom apartment was in north central Phoenix.  Idk why my brain made me Charlotte when I’m more like Carrie, then Samantha.  Anne’s more like Miranda, then Charlotte.  We’ve had this discussion. *face palm*

Goth ex-bfs, goth attire

Dreams where Jay are in them are always the worst.  The lighting / my field of vision is always shitty, I’m always anxious, and things always feel wrong around me but I can never pin it down in the dream.  I don’t even remember everything that happened except he was being passive aggressive and moody as fuck so I went to my room and knew he was going to eventually follow so I was sitting by the door holding onto the doorknob about to lock it, and it was some weird thin door with a bunch of holes in it the size of a pencil’s circumference.  So it’s not like it was a screen door or anything… idk.  When he walked up I knew I hesitated too long on locking the door and thought it wasn’t worth the bitchfest so I let him in.  He went to lay down on the bed against the wall under the window, but with the way the room was setup he wouldn’t have been able to see the TV.  It was on a low stand facing the other wall, it was almost like a coffee table and I was messing with either a DVD or a VHS player, I can’t remember other than it being old and bulky.

In some other dream I heard a noise outside and when I looked out the living room window I didn’t see anything, but when I opened the front door saw lines of people to the left dressed as goth’d out zombies with metallic paint, and a bunch of people on the right were all goth’d out.  It was amazing, some event was going on the neighbors or the HOA coordinated and it was my thing,  so I shut the door and ran upstairs to change.  This was an unusually accurate replica of the house and neighborhood I grew up in.  I went through my closet and kept going back to my tartan dress except it was a different one than the one I have, and then I kept circling back to this neon lime green and black cyber goth dress that was hanging next to the strapless black vinyl dress I do have irl.  I used to love early cyber goth fashion when I first found it and there were subtleties of color, now it’s just ridiculously raver goth and the colors are no longer there as accents that pop out… anyway, I put on a metallic slip, the green and black cyber dress over it, had issues finding fence net stockings I wanted to wear with it, and kept reminding myself I’d have to go downstairs to the carport because I left my makeup bag in the trunk of my car.  I looked in the mirror and it wasn’t working out.  I don’t remember putting this on but I was in a dark red and black vinyl dress that was smooth enough to almost resemble latex.  The dress was too fetish for what I was going for.  I can’t remember all the stuff I dreamed after that, it feels like I woke up 12 times this morning and I’m giving up on sleep.

Points for quoting Foamy

Me: “I’m used to waking up alone, so why does waking up alone on Christmas feel like somethings being rubbed in your face? No one in particulars doing this. But this extra layer of loneliness can go choke on a fuckin biscotti.”

Goth mom: ” Despite having a bf for most of the decade, I’ve woke alone every holiday. Still sucks this year as a single, but still not as bad as alone when I shouldn’t have been.”

Me: “Feeling lonely in a relationship is worse than actually being single on a holiday. This is true. I’m doing better than I realized this morning.”

Micro aggressions


I was out at a pool since it wasn’t too bright out, maybe it was earlier morning or early evening.  I’d set the stuff I brought with me down on one of the platforms, my towel, black vinyl make up bag, pink bag, and some other things.  I was trying to pick a spot since the pool was large and had different cut outs that were hot tubs and the water flowered into the main body of water to keep it warm.  There were two guys in the larger pool staring at me as I walked around the outskirts and went back to the original spot where my belongings were.  I was nervous something was going to happen but kept telling myself inside to looks strong and unshakable.  When I got there, one of the guys had gotten up and left for something, and the other was standing knee deep in the water holding my make up bag.  I demanded him to put it down and he laughed like it wasn’t a big deal and like I was overreacting.  I yelled at him to put it down again and took a step forward.  I felt like a small animal that was all bark because it couldn’t really do any harm if it tried to bite.  I knew it was all fronting but I had to do it fast without backing down so he didn’t have time to think, or thought I wasn’t worth the effort, or thought I was insane.  I didn’t care.  I didn’t want things to escalate beyond my control because he could overpower me and i didn’t see at least some blunt or sharp objects I could grab and fight with.

He put the bag down and went to go meet up with his friend who showed back up.  They thought I was too serious and that I was blowing things out of proportion.  They left.  They probably thought I was a crazy woman.  No fucks given.  People who push boundaries over nothing and get a kick out of it.. just because they can.. especially when you don’t know them and no rapport has been built up, those people are dangerous.  I hate that feeling int he dream, I hate it irl.  I haven’t felt that SOL in a situation in years, but I’ll never forget how it twists my stomach, and I’ll never feel bad about shutting things down quickly before they have a chance to be a real problem.

I woke up around 6am, then went back to sleep.  In the next dream I was in a hotel conference area that was supposed to be like the Flamingo, but it was different.   Every experience in a dream elevator has been bad for me, for as long as I can remember.  The last few years they’ve been tiny and cramped, and I’ve sat on the elevator floors in case they were going to shoot off or fall to the bottom of the elevator shaft.  I’d had issues finding parking in the garage and then went up to the 4th floor, then realized I was SOL because I didn’t have a room key yet and called mom who said she’d bring me one.  I wasn’t sure how long she was going to take and felt awkward waiting around, so I walked down the shops and looked at the merch  The walkways got increasingly narrow with kiosks and stands blocking the way.  These guys were walking obnoxiously close behind me so I decided to pause, then keep walking again.  I stepped off to the side and waited for them to pass before continuing.

I was in a room trying to figure out where things had been placed since the room was half unpacked, and noticed an iPhone 6 in a pink case on the bed.  It was Kat’s, I guess she forgot it or left it with me and I wasn’t sure how to get it back to her since I couldn’t call her.  I went to the bathroom to deal with my hair and was sectioning it out to style it when this black chick walked in, I guess there was another door in and it was a shared bathroom.  She was talking to me while doing her make up and mentioned how her stylist could put designs an words in her parted areas in her hair, and that you could feel it, and I was thinking like brail?  She told me to look and I did but didn’t see anything and she was all… you didn’t look.  Yes I did.  She was all seriously look, and she lifted a different row of braids and you could see some tiny red writing that looked like the embroidery on a baseball cap there.  It was like the design was sewn into her weave and I was all oh cool.  I went back into the room and it was different.  I was trying to figure out if I moved the bed a little closer if I could fit a book shelf in and the put a recliner by the lamp to create a sitting area since the room seemed large enough.

In some other dream I was at a restaurant in a booth getting food with dad and some other person.  We had some food on the table already and the server came back to ask what we wanted.  He ordered something I can’t remember, other than it sounding terribly unhealthy and processed, and I said I heard some dude walking by mention a caesar salad and it sounded good, and dad gave me grief over it saying there was already a salad and when I looked down at the table again there was some house salad thing and I was all okay, never mind I take it back, and he said to do what I want.  It was awkward.  He excused himself and got up for a bit.  I was sitting at the end of large table with a group, and looked around to see this huge dining hall with many large groups filling the tables.  Something familiar was playing over the speakers but I wasn’t sure what it was so I grabbed my phone to try and figure it out.  It was some shitty male cover of Utada’s Blue.  Peeps at the table were like huh?  So I started singing it and they were all oh, and the entire table behind me, and a few people from a few other surrounding tables joined in and I was all omg.  This reminded me of Jimmy saying when he was in high school everyone knew Utada, and then my explaining when I was in jr high and high school only my best friend Mel and I knew who she was.

Then I heard a bunch of cheering and was thrown off so I looked around until I noticed up front (which was to the left of where I was sitting) I saw dad walking back to the table and I had no idea what he’d done or if he told off one of the Chinese hostesses up front or something.  I decided to get up from the table and went around the corner where I saw another group hanging out.  There was a mini pagoda and inside I ran into real life PC Principal.  Omg.  The group was around the mini pagoda and PC Principal was talking about a wet t-shirt contest, and Lisa walked around from the window to the entrance and was all super excited about it.  She put her arm around me and I was just standing there thinking this was ridiculous, and I was in a black tank and bra, but sure why not because we’ve all done crazy stuff and he left to grab water or something.  It was taking a while so we stepped out and went around the corner from the pagoda and overheard something about him running into Michelle H who scolded him ad said she disapproved, and there were some other things.  She was always a mom, she is a mom irl, and a grandma and is awesome.  So Lisa and I, arm in arm, walked out and went across the street over to a grassy area but the ground was covered in snow.  I said I didn’t really care either way since I’ve done a bunch of things in spite of what’s socially acceptable, and enjoy challenging it, but Michelle really is a caring mom who goes into mom mode and these groups would get younger women to do things out of pressure instead being out of their own volition, and I’d never want someone to say “well Suejung did it, so I did it,” and then go on to do a thing without being fully aware of the possible repercussions, and it’s not a good enough reason to do anything anyway.  People should do things they want to for themselves.  And I woke up with Blue in my head.  My dreams are getting kind of defensive and cautious.

Wander

I was driving down a switchback on a mountain and curved left like it does south of Prescott, and when I turned the corner it was packed snow and ice on the road. I saw a man on his bike flip back and he landed on his back on the ice. I slammed on the break before I would have slid off the side of the mountain, but immediately questioned my actions thinking my breaks could have locked up and I would have died. I was on the way somewhere but stopped to check on the guy who was now standing, and asked if he was alright and he said yes, then I asked if he needed to go to a hospital and he said he did, so I offered to take him. We got down to this lodge and he went around the wooden fence towards the building. I tried driving around the corner but the SUV I’d been renting sank into the ice that cracked under it’s weight and then I realized I’d driven on to a frozen lake instead of a road. I got out right before it sank and could only think wtf am I going to do? I can’t return the rental now, my bag, phones, everything was in there, I don’t have any identification on me. I held on to the fence and made it to the building where I sat next to the guy, it seemed like we were stuck waiting on medical assistance to show up. He’d found some canned food items and was eating what he could. The combination of food seemed odd, then I thought maybe this was a foreign thing since he was from another country. There were two little kids sitting to my left and I moved to face them so the little blond girl could lean against me.

I was out driving again but this looked like downtown Phoenix, like when you’re driving down Washington near the Arizona Center. This time I was driving a convertible though, and there was a strawberry yogurt drink in the cup holder, so I unscrewed the top and went to drink it. It didn’t taste wrong but noticed something was off and when I looked inside saw it had curdled and spit it back into the bottle. Traffic was stopping and the road had been roped off. There were emergency vehicles and what looked like a bad accident up ahead. I didn’t really catch it since I was focusing on getting around everything alive and finding a detour.

Then I was walking through a hall in some house and there were a few people there., You showed up and I mentioned getting a phone call to schedule a meeting at 3pm because Anna signed me up for some class she’d taken previously. I asked if you made her do it, and you said you made a request. I asked if she wasn’t happy about it, and you said she wasn’t. You were standing next to me by the kitchen counter talking to another guy while I looked down at the tile floor. You both went from talking shop to discussing Anna and how stressed out and unhappy she was, and how her outlet was this one game but she wasn’t good at it and was getting mad because there was some hunting aspect to it, like a pregame thing to help with the next part and she neglected that stage making it harder. You offered to help but it made her angrier. You and the other guy were laughing and it degraded to just speaking poorly about her in general. I was pretty uncomfortable when I realized your voice sounded like Garrett’s and that freaked me out so I walked out and went to another room. I answered another call and this was someone else requesting a meeting at 3pm, but this one was more important so I accepted it. I sat down at a desk with a large monitor in front of it watching people in a zoom meeting, then noticed you weren’t in it and wondered if you were aware it was going on. I thought about running back to the other room and asking but then realized I thought you took the rest of the day off to check on me or Anna, like it was my fault or hers, and bringing up meetings and obligations would only piss you off. I kept going back through our earlier conversations in my mind to make sure I didn’t accidentally request you step away from everything for me for the rest of that day, or that you hadn’t said something I took one way and you meant the other, and resulted in the same thing. I didn’t want anything to be my fault.

I fell back asleep into another dream where I was at a large house in Mesa and realized I’d been at the address previously but now it was called an inn like it had been converted to a hostel. The address belonged to my first boyfriend’s in high school, only the buildings were differently, like they bought the land from a few different houses and converted things but the the construction was still older. I was sitting on the couch in this one room with my feet up on a table. There was noise coming out of a little box that was mounted to the side near my feets, and it looked like a mini receiver build in the 40’s or 50’s. I asked what it was and you told me, then said who it belonged to but I was having trouble following along. Other stuff happened and I walked around different rooms, the place was large like a conference now and one room had people standing around or sitting in groups talking by whiteboards and one had a flat screen TV mounted on top of it. Idk what they were congregating for. I went down another hall and saw you go into another room. I wasn’t sure where to go next so I sat on a couch near the exit. I tightened the strap on my gray robe and looked into a mirror. I was in some fluffy light green and orange hanbok thing with my fluffy robe over it, and after tightening it started to float. I couldn’t get my feet back on the ground and kept fighting to make it back down. Then my feet were finally touching the floor and it was all good.

I walked out onto a casino floor with ugly burgundy and royal blue paisley carpet. I kept walking until I was outside and saw you with a small group. Your group had gone to see Alice Cooper but you didn’t really care about it and we ran across the street to check out an interesting looking shop. It had whitewashed wooden floors that were loud when you walked on them, and the shelves had random trinkets. This was like an alternative pinup rockabilly boutique. It looked like an hold house that was converted into a business, and the hall between rooms had shelved with wheels and roller skates on them. Then the was a bunch of roller derby stuff and I looked at them but decided to keep going since it’s not my scene and I can’t skate. As I kept going down the hall the floor got slippery like I was in skates, but when I looked down I was still in flats. I ended up back inside the casino floor with the ugly carpet and ended up in a suite with black and white tile floor and an antique black four post bed. It went from being bright to pretty dim very quickly as I walked through the room towards what I thought was a closet, but it turned out to be a bar, and I was shocked to see people there. This looked like a public area and I wasn’t wearing much, so I grabbed a robe to cover up and kept walking until I found you back where I started in the checkered tiled room. I just remember a lot of dark reds and dark wood colors in this part of the dream but everything’s hazy.

Modesty?

You told me to pick out a modest nail color and it made me immediately think of like an eggshell blue… but you said this because my dress wasn’t that modest and I was all oh so no dark burgundy or sparkly red?  Any who cares about modesty?  That’s subjective as frik.. and yeah.

Our patterns

2015-12-19:

I noticed your site is down with a 500 error.  I was wondering why you took it down until I looked on a computer and then wondered if you were aware.  But you’re you, so of course you’re aware?  I’m not going to fall asleep anytime soon,  I cried when I left the airport, but not until I was almost at Sunset road.. which is better than last time.  I’m getting better every time, but was hoping to not cry period.  I almost had to pull over a couple times, and I try to front being okay, we do it all the time anyway, it’s how we’re all programmed.  I hadn’t eaten since Mon Ami Gabi but had no appetite and went to sleep as soon as you landed and I knew you were safe.  Woke up around 8pm starving but had no motivation to leave my bed and turn on the lights until I was feeling sick around 9 something and finally got my ass out of the house to pick up something quick and maybe a little comforting.  My stomach hurts so bad from that chile relleno now and I’m not sure if it’s because I waited too long to eat, it was actually spicy cause of all the seeds, or I’m overcome with so much sadness I’m still crying past midnight.

I don’t know why but I decided to pull your lj pdf, not looking for anything in particular, but mostly because I miss you.  That’s really it.  It’s so many pages and years that after the first two posts I scrolled to the bottom, then I scrolled to November 2009 and kind of ran from there.  I guess I’m still trying to figure you out, and I think maybe sometimes you’re still trying to do the same with  me, sometimes.  Then I noticed some correlations on circumstances and timelines.  I guess it’s human habit to find patterns.  I made it to the Libra dream from 4/23/2010 and that’s only point one of three here, but I felt like typing these things out of my system right now.  I tried to copy and paste the Chinese title into Google translate because I’m so curious what it says, but it’s not happening.  It won’t do it.  I’m gonna let that go.

It’s funny, you wrote, I’m writing in here, we’ve had similar outlets.  You were sick through the start of 2010 when I was.  I didn’t realize that was going on at the same time.  You met A (I’m copying you here) the same year I met J, within 6 months of each other.  She was there to take care of you through it,  he did the same for me and I really appreciated it.  I had no idea, even to this day, how I would have recovered without him and I took that as a huge affirmation that he really loved me.  Something you said really stood out to me, I’ve always wondered how you both met and you gave me the mechanics but I had no idea about the 29 hour date thing, and it’s none of my business, but I’ve wondered, and never thought to run through this gigantic pdf that’s currently up on my screen.. I’m rambling..  the thing that stood out was you describing how lost you were with her, you lost track of time, responsibilities were kind of taking a back seat, so was sleep.  I know sleep is still difficult for you.  Anyway, this really stood out to me because you’ve said the same thing to me.  You were lost with me, or losing yourself, or something like that. It all sounds very similar.  She had issues with your female friends, J had issues with my guy friends and most of our industry is male, so most of my friends at the time were.  I had no idea you broke up in 2010 and then resumed.  I haven’t read up to how that reconciliation happened yet, but I remembered how J and I almost split around the end of 2010 and kept going until I finally walked a couple years later.  I found out about his patterns later through mutual friends. His relationships before me followed the same formula, the same start, middle, and end. People who knew him before he dated me felt bad when they saw me going through the same thing but they felt they had no right to butt in and wasn’t sure I’d listen. So it took its course.  Just timelines.  I don’t know.

So the theme here has been patterns, and I hate backspacing and am going to forget trying to reword things to be polite in favor of being blunt.  Today you were talking about your mother’s forced visit and you’ve mentioned things about her, and I made it to the post about her “advice” and how you wanted to print them out and post them so you’d do the opposite.  Her version of love was described as conditional based on what she’s able to get out of the relationship.  The whole don’t fall in love, use them before they use you, because everyone is out to get you mentality… A seems to be the same way, even if it didn’t seem like it from 11/2009 – 4/2010, at least during that time she had another primary source, and then transferred that conditional love and obligation over to you.  She even said she knew what she was getting with the other boyfriend but wasn’t sure what to expect with you. Despite your mother’s “advice” on  love, I wonder if your mother is somewhat alright with A, or even likes and gets along with her, since they share similar traits.

The fact that you were able to find A at her other bf’s house was absolutely shitty too.  And the passive aggressive almost getting in the car, not getting in the car, walking towards you driving away.. never mind turning around passive aggressive behavior is nonsense.  A sounds like she was very free spirited in the beginning and that changed, or maybe it was a front to win you over and she settled back into her ways when the effort wasn’t needed anymore.  Earlier I mentioned J taking care of me in 2010. The first 6 months of the relationship were almost too perfect and then things settled in after the first year.  The manipulation and control weren’t obvious, it was a subtle transition I couldn’t see was happening until I had to question the nonstop fighting, me calling things out he tried to spin as my fault, and then his apologies and our cool down periods where things seemed okay. He would project on to me, accusing me of the very things he was actually doing.  Rinse repeat.  He did the exact same thing to his ex girlfriends before me, and I had no idea until way later.

What I’m getting at is A never “devolved,” she just went back to being herself after she got what she wanted, and she complies with what she perceives to be necessary behavior to keep the status quo.  Just enough to keep things from falling apart.  Just enough to stay in control.  I’ve lived with that.  They have narcissistic traits with honeymoon phases and then all the other stages follow. They have sociopath traits where they are detached, and pretend, then backtrack when they catch themselves not “performing” in a way that will sustain the current situations they want.  I’m sure these traits are more spectrum than they are on/off switches and I’ve wondered if I had potential to do this to someone I love, until I remembered narcissists don’t love, they portray something their partners feel as love, but they’re only concerned with what they can gain from their relationship(s).  I’m concerned about keeping myself in check with my relationships.  It’s like when I’ve stated my concerns about being a good parent in the past, and a friend told me the fact that I worry about this shows someday I’ll be a good parent.  That’s what it just reminded me of.  Running with this logic I wondered if you and I have the potential to do these things to each other, if there’s concern that what we think is love ends up being a trap for the other to use us like our exes did and one night at 3am we realized we’ve been duped again.  That perspective is too cynical for me to hold on to. It’s a passing thought for the sake of self preservation from being burned many times.  It’s taking notice of how my brain works these things out, and that I’m not exclusively concerned or only care about what could happen to me, but that many of my concerns are how I can potentially be a blessing or a curse to someone I love. This is how I know I am truly capable of love, and am not like my “partners” who’ve used me.

Women in your life who are supposed to be loving and supportive have been using you for years.  It’s a pattern.  I’m not judging that, I have a shit-ton of patterns I’ve had to realize and put down, and there are probably other ones I have that I haven’t been able to recognize and handle yet.  Something else that I thought was interesting, was how she had guilt for leaving her other boyfriend despite not loving him, she even said she couldn’t be with you.  Earlier this year you had guilt and couldn’t leave A, and said you couldn’t be with me.  You’ve been pretty consistent with that, despite saying you want me in your life, and as a friend at. bare. minimum.  I feel like I’m part of your cycle but you’re in an opposite role now.  What I’m doing, being attached to you, is like when you were attached to A while she was still with her other boyfriend, maybe not exactly since I don’t know details, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were similarities.  Or the other way to look at it is you’re doing to me what A did to you, except we’re dragging this further on a timeline since it’s been almost two years.  I can’t believe it’s been almost two years now. I got the sense that you felt betrayed by A when you found out about the other guy, and it sounds like she’d done a really good job at keeping him a secret until you got to a point where your relationship should have progressed.  I imagine that not being able to move forward in the relationship, and that feeling of betrayal hurt.  But I also wondered if you were so sad, and felt so empty at any point because you wanted to be with someone and couldn’t.  They claimed to love you but they were holding on to the thing that made your progression with them impossible.  That’s where I’m sitting today. Pretty much where you were 5 years ago.

I’m not angry, or making decisions or anything.  Had I of taken the time to read this before your visit I’m not sure if that would have changed how this last week went or not.  I’m not sure if anyone has ever been in a position in your life to at least make an attempt to objectively point things out.  I’m sure you’ve met someone who genuinely loves you and has at least made the attempt, whether they were successful or not.  These things are difficult.  I know I’ll never be 100% objective because I’ll never be 3rd party, but I am doing my best to put my biases aside and at least share what I’m observing.  Even if you disagree with some of it, or all of it, it gives you a starting point to contrast.  Maybe you already knew these things and I’m slow to realize them.  Or maybe you’ve had all the pieces and never arranged them this way, maybe you didn’t want to.  I’m just noticing things and I’m typing them out of my system.  I don’t even know what I want, and I don’t know if I genuinely think that or if it’s some kind of defense for myself. Either way I’m still processing.  Don’t take this as a request, desire, or need to not talk to me.  I hope you don’t ghost me for speaking freely.

Side note: I found a tequila fueled drunk selfie in the hotel room from last night. Surprisingly it’s not blurry.

I was able to discuss the two things that really got to me in Pretend Angel after I got to read it in June.  The one where I pointed out it seemed like you were afraid to start over.  It killed me reading that.  That even if you don’t know what you’re currently dealing with will make it, it’s the furthest you’ve come.  That it’s a good enough reason.  That I am not worthy of bravery. I get scared of things too. It’s normal. I just always tried to dig in and figure out why I’m scared and if it’s worth letting something go, or if it’s worth overcoming for something I wouldn’t want to go without. More tangents here.

I started discussing Victoria and got sidetracked, and the outage and phone calls didn’t help.  I pointed out how you being open and intrigued to the idea with me made me feel, and how it hurt when you revised it to the last two women you’d been with, so A and I.  But I broke the ice on that.  It stung.  I verbalized things I’d never even said out loud to myself in private and essentially declared I have too much hope, and that there is too much love in me to give up on this. Every fear you verbalized, I’ve had and then some, as I’m sure you have.  But it’s true.  Even if it’s not relevant in the very near future, I know in my heart I would be denying who I am and what I know I’ll eventually want in life if I continued giving up like I did when I was with J.  For the first time you told me you’ve always wanted children but due to health and the partners you’ve been with, you resigned from the idea.  You opened up about the genetic anomalies and miscarriages.  That absolutely scares me, but it doesn’t deter me.  I am too stupid, stubborn, or brave to back down and not even try.  Take your pick on which one it is. Lol. And I mean try with everything, not just that one distant possibility.

Darling, it doesn’t make me love you any less, or diminish the future I want with you.  I can’t predict what’ll happen, but I can promise to love you even when things go sideways.  I appreciated you telling me these things.  The one thing I never got to say out loud, that I was trying to get through without my voice cracking and without bursting into tears, was that I wanted her name to be Victoria Youlee Stewart Barnett.  Each name holds so much meaning.  I wanted you to hear this in my voice, out loud, while you were next to me.  There were other things I wanted to say but I could’t even finish this up and continue to the next thought, and then there was construction and inappropriate jokes, and a much appreciated distraction from the hard topics.  I don’t know if I’ll ever pick up where I left off on what I intended to say next, or if I’ll ever be brave enough, if it’ll still be relevant in a while, or if I’ll feel the same way as time passes.

I am the saddest girl in the world tonight.  The only things getting me through at the moment are excessive sleep, the ridiculous amount of time it took to get out of bed, turn on a light, brush my hair, and leave the house for chile rellenos, and this super warm fuzzy gray robe.  It’s unbelievable how comforting being wrapped in something warm and soft can be.  Also crazy how fucking happy I was just a few hours ago.  I didn’t get to say everything.  But stuff comes up and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

I’m so lost right now.

Pain

So this is gonna be very lj feely.  I just wanna start off by saying I vomited as soon as I finished breakfast this morning and got up to put the dishes away.  At least the sink was there so it was easy clean up.  It was entirely unexpected and I didn’t feel it coming on until it happened.  So now that that’s out of the way.

My right ear hurts and it’s making my head tilt to the right.  I have a headache.  This whole thing is bs.  I feel like all I do is complain internally all day about these things, and then I realize that I don’t.  I feel like hell, put myself together, get things done like a bamf and am too busy to hear any internal dialog.  Which is good,  I’m still production even if I feel like I’m on the verge of letting everything go and watching it crash and burn.  I’ve been trying to focus on one task on my to do list at home to deal with this overwhelming feeling, and so far I’ve done like a thing a day but then feel bad I’m not getting more done.  This compounding post accident / nausea / cold weather pain is draining.  See.  I’m just complaining through my fingers right now.  I don’t wanna do that.

So when I got home I grabbed fresh warm linens and made my bed, so not what today’s task was, and then took a super hot shower and am chillin in the fluffiest robe I ever felt and recently purchased.  It’s so soft, it’s one step closer to being a bunny.  I was getting sick while eating dinner so I gave up.  My stomach hurts, but at least I’m exhausted enough I think I’ll actually get some decent sleep if I can get there.  Warm soft fabrics and Pusheen always help.

Death by hacking

I was walking through this house / work space research facility out in the middle of nowhere.  It was remote like in Ex Machina where it’s all green and near water and off the grid, but the inside wasn’t as barren or dim or gray, it was well lit without being too bright.  We didn’t know how long we were going to be there for and I wasn’t sure what the project actually was.  I opened the door and peeked out to see a deck and some peeps outside then went back inside to the kitchen and saw a bunch of dishes on the island.  They’d been sent in and one was packaged with a note for me.  He sent me food, and when I opened it saw these little yaki mandus in rows that made them look wavy and the mix inside made some spots look green.  He called it mermaid hair or something like that.  Which makes me think of Starbucks. lol

I don’t remember eating or doing anything else there.  I was driving  my car on the freeway and the screen under the dash went to a green screen that had a message saying it had been hacked.  I started freaking out not knowing how to stop it or what was about to happen and woke up.

The museum

I’d been walking around this event where people were running around looking at things and I noticed this one vendor had these knitted things she was calling corsets up. She was wearing one of them but it was more like a knitted best thing with a thin string to tie in the front. I looked around and saw little girls clothes with lots of  tule and tutus and stuff, looking up the wall different dresses were hanging and some were dance wear for competitions, some for club wear, some I couldn’t tell which camp it belonged in. I kept walking and went around the corner and saw kids running around everywhere. A friend’s son X was running past me with an arm from a doll in his hand. I was wearing the black and blue A line dress and petticoat I plan on wearing to the holiday party next week.

I decided to go past the chaos into an exhibit on the history of human sexuality. I think this used to be an entire museum that was dedicated to the topic but was being converted to some weird in person Etsy space / Lego store thing, and only this one wing remained untouched. It was uncluttered open space similar to an gallery or the museum at the Arizona state capital… Which is probably more accurate since its tucked away on a floor but the buildings still in use for everything. I was the only person there walking around, looking at memorabilia and old posters from WWII, some propaganda saying the Germans had boring sex lives and the Americans were pioneers. (Idk. Dreams are weird.) then I noticed a very well dressed man on the other side of the gallery walking quickly to a door and was curious where he was going while simultaneously hoping I was like Bond girl status hot. I walked to that side of the gallery where it became a hall and there were facilities workers in white suits and the side where the door was no longer had a wall. The floor was this creamy white marble with some black specs. So I turned around and started walking back, then crouched down and tried to pull myself up with the railing against the wall but had trouble staying up and walking in my heels. The floor had changed to this glossy dark brown / black faux cobblestone, similar to the stuff that messed with me at the Venue of Scottsdale, and that’s when I looked up and saw him while I was trying not to eat concrete in my gold sling backs. He had no idea I was paying attention to him and walked off.

I went back around the corner from the museum and saw this row of desks/ kinda cubes and there were these people working on projects… I think we’re marketing? I walked between the row to the end where there was a little more space and looked out the window, it was gray outside but it wasn’t raining. I took my shoes off and hid them under a desk, then walked through the row again I’m white socks… I don’t remember putting socks on in the dream, didn’t notice is in the dream either lol. I was going through this open area and people were around but nothing was really going on, then I went back to the row of peeps I saw earlier and they were acting like they knew me. This one girl to the left with light curly hair and glasses addressed me and was going to help /mentor me through leading my first huge ass project. I sat down next to her then noticed black smoke coming from behind a hill out the window and stood up. I looked at the one guy talking who had his back to the the window, and yelled look! He turned around and was gonna say it didn’t look important but then a black fighter jet almost on the ground flew into the building. I turned away from the glass and covered my ears as soon as I saw it. It flew through the side into a courtyard where there were a bunch of people. I saw some smoke go through the door and knew the fire was outside but we had to evacuate quickly so we started to go. I went looking for my heels which I thought were around the corner where the gallery was then realized those would slow me down and I was wearing socks anyway. There were people crying and one guy was on the floor yelling, they were worried about their loved ones outside and I realized my parents might have been out there but going in that direction was dangerous. I started walking south and found a phone to call dad, he answered. They were okay, and at first they were going to blame the pilot for the crash because he came in dead, then they had to bring in eod cause there were explosives in the cockpit strapped over the pilot’s head. They started talking about UofN like it was a clone of UofA, some sister school, both with wildcats as their mascot. It was weird. I can’t remember anything after that.

Baby animals! <3

There were a lot of puppies in my dream. They were all black and white pitbull puppies like Tyler’s when he was only a few weeks old. They were all excited cause it was bath time and I had them in a tub. There was also an orange tabby kitten that looked like a baby version of Sahar’s cat.  I had a bit of shampoo in my hands and lathered him up and suds went everywhere and he was just chillin.

Something Substantial

I recently shared an article: Sometimes I Just Need to be F*cked {Adult} by Kate Rose on 11/27, followed by a post about wanting to get laid. One of my girl friends commented the Katniss meme “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”  Another friend commented I just gave two dozen goth boys hope that their lives aren’t meaningless. Hah.  Hilarious.  Anyway,  the article starts off by explaining how it’s not just about wanting love or a relationship, but it’s the need to be “supremely f*cked.”  It goes on to explain this is not like using each other’s bodies for some mutual masturbation but is much much more meaningful and that’s what makes it supreme.  I don’t think a lot of women have gotten to this point and don’t know they’re settling.  A lot of us have still been here, and this is why we absolutely refuse to settle.  Friends have told me they admired how picky I was with partners… I don’t think that’s something to admire.  I truly believe people should do what they want, when they want, if they benefit from it, that is a reason to admire what someone is doing.  We should all be doing our own thing, we should all be doing what works for us, and if it happens to benefit someone else in the process that’s even better.  I feel very “been there done that” when it comes to casual sex, hook ups, fwb, and one night stands.  They aren’t entirely satisfying even if they are momentarily physically, and even then when you’re in the middle of the act it’s still not the same, it’s not the pure heroin you’ve floated to the ceiling with and then gently came down on to soft fabric and warm embraces.  That’s so hard to find.  It’s so rare, even in genuinely loving relationships, which is probably why once you find it, it’s damn near impossible to keep yourself from it.

My director friend in Phoenix took this opportunity to ask if I got my “much needed relief” and I laughed and laughed then said it wasn’t that simple.  Confused he asked how so?  I linked him the article since people probably saw the vent post without this literary gem before it and his immediate response was that he was in anytime and didn’t think I questioned his ability to deliver, or at least hoped I didn’t.  Again,  I was like no that’s not it, it’s not that simple.  I told him by the time we met I’d left a long term relationship that started great and ended toxic, then had my run of casual sex with friends, acquaintances, and random hook ups, I’ve always been safe and I’ve always been selective, I know that’s not in question.  And then everything was upside down and I was dealing with a one night stand that wouldn’t go away, because of a few reasons, then that was handled, my health went to shit, I moved, got my life picked back up, all that, and I’ve had the kind of sex that Kate so beautifully described, and I’ve hooked up a couple times since here and it didn’t compare, and not because the partners were bad, they were fine, but because the physical isn’t sufficient enough anymore.  There is a component many people ignore until they’re faced with it and then they can’t deny it.  He said he got it and “sounded like a pestering puppy.”  And I was like no.  He understood I wanted something deeper.  He said I was so pretty and kind.  Then he said I’m super sweet.  I hear that a lot now.  Then he cracked the joke he was still there for me if I got weak in the knees… I don’t get that too much anymore at least?