Category Archives: Dreams

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.

He made it very clear that he was in control.  I don’t remember the context, or why, what prompted it or anything, but it was very unnerving.

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.

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.

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.

“So, I had a dream where I had a total mental breakdown. I was punching everything and everyone in sight. I was also ramming my shoulder into door frames and destroying stuff. Then I joined the Russian army for no reason whatsoever and the only focal point if that was wondering how I was going to cope with going from 5.56mm bullets to 7.62mm.. Then flash to flying the escape ship from Alien before the Nostromo blew up. Dafuq!?! Why does my shoulder and hand hurt?”

I was walking down stairs in this house… so much beige, and I saw Jessica walking up in some of the smexiest metallic blue with black trim lingerie on, and she’s due in January and can still pull it off.  I was in a super soft long gray blue jersey chemise and a really light flowy robe I left open.  I kind of want to see if I can find these things shopping online now, they were damn comfortable.  I went into the kitchen to warm up leftovers, it was pretty obvious I was at a friend’s house (just not sure which one), but it’s the kind of friend where you walk into their place and say “I’m here to eat your food and steal the love of your pets.”  This guy walked up and was making comments about food so I grabbed another plate and pulled out more stuff from the fridge and told him I’d be out in a couple minutes.  There were a few people over.  Then some other guy came in, grabbed a plate, and set it down right next to what I was working on and was in my way when there was plenty of counter space to the left, so I asked him to move, and he was joking around acting like he wasn’t in the way and then I told him to fucking back off and get out of my way, because he could have waited a couple minutes, he didn’t come in for these things before me, or after me, so he could just get the fuck out of my way, and he walked out. Yay me.

Everyone was watching some movie and I was cuddled up with Lisa.  I had to go somewhere but when the movie ended its sequel was starting and I was all uhhh.  It was some black and white film following Hitler, like if reality TV existed back then.  It was him cooking and talking and going about his business like a normal person who never did anything terrible and I kept trying to figure out why this was off in the dream.  Then I went somewhere and this lady was sitting in a chair on a small stage reading from a huge book to a crowd.  It was ornate and had this pretty gold leaf filigree stuff going on around it.  I know there’s stuff after this but other than going to parking garage I can’t remember.

Most all of the dreaming I’ve done through today has faded from my memory, but I remember sitting on a couch with a jaguar on my lap, closing its eyes and head butting my forehead gently and being all affectionate like my wifey’s kitty Zuko.

“I had a dream I had these two tiny puppies and I was hiding from a killer. Puppies are the worst hiding companions.”

Tyler: Morning
Me: Morning <3
Tyler: Hi I had a dream we went to eat last night so I had you on the brain.
Me: Yay.  Where did we go?
Tyler: I don’t know a dream place.
Me: lol
Tyler: We had tea and I can’t remember all the stuff.  But we are all the things.

“Man, the dreams I have when I’m sick…. I dreamt that my ex was trying to seduce me but had some crazy mutant std, and I told him to f, off and there was a king fu battle so he tied me to a boat and I went off to sea where these warriors found me in the artic, then we came across these snow giant beasts who built an empire and they had captured these mermaids one Blond and one looked like like ariel, and they were bound to stones and the king of the land had to choose one.. the one chosen and kissed got legs, the one not would be sacrificed into a wedding soup for proprietary and good luck. He chose the blond one, and the Warriors I was with had a love interest with the red head who was going to be turned into fish stew. So there was an epic battle with arrows giants and snow, the mermaid now turned woman, decided to push him into the boiling Pot and said she hated him and would never have human babies. The Giants were set free and I rode on one of their furry backs back where there was a oriental festival going and unrealized I had jedi skills trying to chase down a glowing kitten I saw…”

“So I had a scary vivid dream last night.

I was leaning on the car waiting for Billy and I saw a UFO land behind a shop. I looked in the window to see a scary face on every TV screen laughing like Tim Curry’s Darkness in Legend. I jumped in the car, locked the doors and laid down in the floorboard, scared shitless. All of a sudden, the car fills with light, it is lifted and turned upside down, I am screaming, crying and burned by the light. Finally the light goes away and the car is on solid ground, still upside down. I have no idea where I am, it’s a small town and everyone is scared of something. I am just following groups of people running from house to house and I don’t even know what is chasing us. Every time I try to use my phone, I am interrupted or threatened by some kind of electronic device. At one point I am cornered by a hoarde of remote control car robot looking toy things. It seems like days pass before I finally get a chance to call Billy. I can’t remember the conversation, but I remember him saying that he saw it happen and he missed me. Then I woke up.

There was so much equipment on top of the cabinets in the hall and Arlan was passing by.  I was asking Angela how many unboxed monitors there were for the last row of desks in our area and when I went to do a count saw the desks that were missing them earlier had monitors mounted now.  She gave me a list and I went into the IT room and it was a little different.  The list was split wrong , we had what we usually did but there was a delivery location for all of the Stewarts, like that was some new office that was opened somewhere, and I argued it saying that was too complicated.  There was some new chick and she was arguing me about it but my voice was barely audible at most sometimes from being sick.  The floor was arranged different and she went to some other lady to talk about it who wasn’t involved in the process so I pulled her aside and explained how things were split and how SLC was going to have it’s own MDT setup soon so we’re only doing their stuff temporarily, and how GB was gonna start doing their own thing, but today’s split made no sense.  I brought up SCCM, and there was some other guy in the IT room and I told her to double check with recruiting on those addresses.  I woke up in the corner on the rack and still didn’t really have a voice so I was gonna call it and go home.  I couldn’t hear well like when you change elevation and everythings weird so you try to chew gum or swallow or whatever.  I vaguely remember a bottle of Beefeater gin.

I woke up from this dream in a super fluffy bed in a hotel suite and the entire wall on one side was a window.  I got up and pulled the curtains to discover I was on a ship.  There was a resort pool below and so much water everywhere, and so many boats going out to sea.  The room itself was absolutely beautiful and behind the bed was another room, like a sitting room.  Idk what to call it.  I  checked my phone to see if there was a text, and there wasn’t, then started sipping from a bottle of mezcal since I was on a cruise or something and it was early morning.

And then I woke up. lol

I vaguely remember some dream early this morning where I was still with Jay and was trying to figure out when I should go off my bc to try for a baby, and wasn’t sure how long it would take for me to conceive after, and when I was asked what my desired timeline was I couldn’t think of one… cause I just knew it was wrong.

I was somewhere north of West Hollywood trying to figure out plans later since my group had split up and all this stuff happened.  Everyone kept wanting sushi and I wanted to go to Disneyland then Bar Sinister.  The last thing I told you before waking up was I thought I was ovulating cause my panties were drenched and super slick and it was driving me crazy we weren’t fucking.

I was messing with my old school 4th gen iPod from like 2004 except it was on this pink case and the little screen above the wheel had video capabilities and I’m guessing we were using Face time or whatever it’s called. The click wheel thing was gone too.. I think. I think it was something else but I’m not sure. I had like that and two phones, I think at least 4 devices on me. Maybe this was the weekend, Joshua was showing me a really nice kitchen through his phone, and had wine, and then pointed the camera at Anna and she waved, then his parents, then Kathryn.

I was digging through stuff around my desk, it had been a while since I’d been there and found drive kits under the desk in a box with other stuff where it didn’t belong so someone else was using the space. Later I went to some private music / calligraphy lesson and was playing with this wind up music box egg thing where on one side you could see the gears move like in a watch, and then after it started playing on the other side was a scenery that moved.  The figure inside wasn’t too happy and she deviated from what the box usually did. I think she was over it lol. The elderly gentleman giving the lesson was showing an example of how to write a C in calligraphy with all the whispy filigree.

In some other dream I was in some dim lit living room with some people and could hear this one chick singing in the shower at the top of her lungs and it was terrible and I’m sure the terribleness was on purpose and I called her ratchet. Someone said to take that back and I was like what its not that bad. Then we were at a park and I tried making some gesture to throw the olive branch by offering to get us food or drinks or something, they declined and were heading out since the sun was setting. I was talking with Angela and she had to go since her dog was waiting for her. I think the dream assigned her dog the name Ishtar. Then I sat at a bench across from Kathryn and we were chatting. I asked if it were too late in the day for mimosas and cake and she said she’d love to but had to let her dog Isis out since she was waiting for her. Her dog may have been Ishtar and Angela’s may have been Isis. I’m not sure. Whoever had Ishtar endearingly shortened it to Ish. Kathryn looks like a tall lady in her pics, and my brain keeps comparing her height to Angela irl, I wonder if they’re around the same height or if Kathryns a little taller.  And they have no reason to ever interact but I think they’d get along well if they ever met.

I was in the house I grew up in during the evening and decided to put the washing machine into some kind of self cleaning mode, this steam cleaning it does to the whole system. I watched this metal a move around with some steam / pressure wash thing going on behind this glass wall and started to walk out of the kitchen but peeked back and saw the arm laser cutting the glass to get out, and it looked super Terminator so I ran to the front door, unlocked it, and ran outside trying to think which neighbor was more likely to have a gun. I thought of the neighbor around the corner but where the lot used to be was replaced with some children’s play area with the squishy floor and water fountains like they have at Tempe Marketplace and Town Square. I ran to the next open area and it was filled in with the same thing.

Anne and I were walking around all these booths somewhere where there wasn’t much grass. I think it was midmorning but it was pretty overcast. It looked kind of like a college recruiting event except one of the booths was Twitter and I think they were recruiting. We heard this story of some AI that was in a SSD and could be transfered to other hardware that could move and do things. Like the drive was a brain that could sit in a mecha suit built out of computer components. I thought that was crazy. The guy talking about it said it was packaging itself up now to ship out. I guess it was purchased?

I can’t remember much of these dreams after this.

I just woke up from this dream and I can’t stop crying. I feel like throwing up.

I was driving and dropped mom off at a cross walk and she was safely on the corner. I started driving toward another stop sign and the car in front of me stopped abruptly because there was like a foot of water ahead. It just stopped like reaching the ocean on a hill you were closer to the bottom of. The car in front of me happened to be facing me idk when they uturned but the terror in the other drivers eyes were all I needed to switch the car in reverse and slam the accelerator.  I kept looking ahead at that car coming near me, and the rushing water, while looking back at the car behind me trying to do what I’m doing only they aren’t as fast as me and  teuokf not to hit them. I’m frantically looking for mom anywhere to stop and grab her. As we’re approaching and passinf that street I see her and honk the horn for her to turn around and see it and run. Somehow it seems contained on the road and in the general area, it’s more steep than the sidewalk and shops. So I hope she runs east or west or whatever is perpendicular to the rushing water. Were finally driving under water trying to figure out how to get out.

The dream switched to some 3rd party perspective and mom was driving the Kia.  She was wearing an outfit with a black vest and cotton socks she wears IRL. She was driving with both hands on the wheel, looking at the stops under water, imagining the people that were in there. I mean I was, that was what my brain made us look at. She looked ahead on the road and above her and it was nothing but water.  Water way above her and way ahead of her and after her inspection, a visual “wow” in her facial expression, and that’s when she opened her mouth and exhaled.

I woke up with the thought of her giving up and drowning. I was in the same situation in the Kia and couldn’t save her, I was sure she was safer out of the car, out of the rushing water, and that’s the ending that woke me up. There were other in office dreams before that but fuck that. Fuck this. I’ve had bad dreams consistently for weeks. But. Fuck. Don’t take my mom away. I can’t handle the thought.

“I had a dream that I had a threesome with Sarah Michelle Gellar & Freddie Prinze Jr…

So there’s that.”

I was in the office and he lync’d me about visiting. All I could think was not the next two days cause I already have plans, and it was Wednesday? He said he’d be in town tonight and tomorrow and I was all fuck, because I couldn’t back out of the things I planned over a month ago, not that I’d want to.

I explained briefly that sorry, I couldnt meet up. He then asked me for a favor in case this one guy at work threw a fit and he needed me to revise something. I was all sure. We talked about him flipping out over little things and I said the guy needed a script to calm down but forgot what it was.  Then we were sitting at lunch at a table outside and he mentioned it being nice and was glad I could make time for it today since it’d be the last.  He mentioned this strip he was gonna walk down to kill time but it was all goths and punks down there. This was LA. I guess I’d just moved to LA, and was a little overwhelmed at learning the new city and conforming, not only to the scene if I wanted to do well socially, but to the general population in that city. There was a guy sitting on a bench who looked kinda like Mendez, only closer in attire to my scene, he talked about the standards and how people automatically judge when things aren’t right. I showed a photo from when I went out a while ago and he said how my make up was on point but my hair wasn’t, it was mundane lol. And idk a lot about the crazy fluffy pinup or big hair, part of it from my hair being so thick curls would fall flat in 20 minutes. He mentioned part of it being cut, since my layers are blunt and choppy that would make it harder and to have my hair cut differently so it’d be easier. He mentioned getting a contact while working fast food and some guy was a stylist working two jobs. I asked for his info and took it down. We were now sitting in these chais indoors. Jamie was sitting next to Josh in chairs against the other wall. I asked a question while commenting on something and it was directed at Josh but he ignored it so I pretended I didn’t ask and kept going on my info gathering. Jamie called him out on not answering and he said he’d missed it since he was paying attention to the phone in his hand.

There was a group of ladies coming into the room for their meeting so we had to leave. Everyone left and I was sitting on another bench across from dad talking about how I was nervous because I never had to learn Phoenix, never had to conform to it. It taught me since I grew up there, and other places like Tucson took their cues from Phoenix, they were sister scenes. Vegas was so small and unestablished it didn’t matter where you started.  Was I talking about the goth scene now or the IT industry?  Having to relearn how to interact with the things I wanted in a new place, they were one in the same.  We were moving like we were in a train or something but we weren’t, and the buildings became unstable as we slowly passed them until they started to crumble. We stood up and saw the road falling up ahead like we were about to go over a water fall or slam into one of the buildings. So we jumped and ended up on the 3rd floor of some building, maybe an apartment building? Another jump down looked so far away and I suggested walking to find stairs or an elevator.

Irl I’ve been stressed because I have a friend visiting me from Phoenix, not this weekend, but next weekend, which is a week earlier from when Josh estimates he might be out here. With my luck I’ve been concerned they’d both end up visiting at the same time, and the first visits been planned out for over a month and I can’t ditch them for a conversation no matter how much I’d like to have it. I really hope that doesn’t happen.

Omg I’m exhausted, I went to bed at like 9:40… I went to bed 10 hours ago, why am I not caught up on sleep yet?  Even my dreams are making fun of this.  I had a few throughout the night but just woke up from one where I was in the office, but it looked completely different.  Carpet was different, the desks, etc.  I was getting annoyed with this bench and decided to move it and go hit up Shane to find out where the other office chairs were.  I was carrying it and this chick at the end of a row was in my way, then gave me this look and I gave one back so she’d move.  When I was making my way back to IT’s area through this narrow aisle TSO was all hey I want you to meet so and so and I was like okay?  He’s our new Sr. TSE and I was like got it, hi, hello.  He shook my hand and I was thinking if you’re going to reach out for my hand at least mean it, I hate it when people reach out to shake your hand and they’re shitty at it.  Then he stepped down from where he was at, the floor was kind of uneven.  This guy was hot, I forgot his name, but he was stupid hot.  He looked like Joe Manganiello.  I noticed Jason was at my computer and realized I must have left it unlocked cause I was tired, I never fucking do that.  I’ve never done it once.  That’s been a friable offence in so many offices I’ve been in and you don’t want anyone going through your computer anyway.  I went up to my computer and made him move, my background was all green and I was all it should be red.  My gaming laptop was docked in with the two other monitors above it.  The row was making some weird L and TSO was at his computer talking, the new guy stood next to me and grabbed the mouse in his left hand to fix some setting then put his right arm around me and placed his hand on my hip.  I was thinking this can’t actually be… Imma leave that there.  This was like that one time I went clubbing in 2013.  Omg.  At least I was cute.  I was wearing the black knit dress I got from Nordstrom and the black suede lace up wedges Anne bought right before her trip to Philly.  Those shoes are so not my style. Still cute, but not for me.  I couldn’t change how something looked in some home brew proprietary site we were in and he was able to run through it and mentioned how he got into coding as a hobby in college.  I was thinking how I wanted to hate him but at the same time I couldn’t cause he was helping me and he’s pretty and his hand is on me and I leaned in earlier so I hope he got the message.  He should just follow me somewhere, just follow me.  Idk where yet, it doesn’t matter. lol

TSO started firing off a bunch of settings I needed and how it should display like I’d ever remember it all, and at least if it were through an IM I could scroll up and make those changes one by one but I just stared  at him like… I’m not going to remember all that.  He does that to people. He did mention in the dream how we were pretty tired and a few of us were waking up at night.  Strange.  Also, well played dream.  Anyway…

I get what’s going on irl, they’re hiring Sr. titles straight up under my group and are specifically looking for people with scripting knowledge to fill those roles.  I’ve always known scripting would be beneficial to know, I never thought not having this skill set would completely fuck me over.  It’s become apparent why I got a raise recently but not a promotion like a couple of the TSA’s in the company did, even though we’re all taking on a greater work load.  I don’t have the mindset for it and coding isn’t my passion, I’d rather do more of what infra does but I can’t even transition into sys eng and two of them were just hired in my office and the new one in another state.  If it weren’t for university I’d be actively trying to find another company right now.  But it’s been so busy last week and this week I haven’t studied.  Omg I feel trapped.

So this was an interesting dream this morning.  I was about to get my right leg tattooed, a part of it was already blacked out for canvas, like when an entire area is already tattooed black and then scarification designs are done on top of it, or I think white ink is tattooed on top after it heals, usually there’s some kind of negative space.  But anyway, this was like some cover up operation, I had two decently sized tattoos on my  left leg on my calf, and it was the same tattoo twice like it was stamped but it wasn’t originally mine.  It was like a friend’s tattoo was accidentally stamped on me twice or like they went through the needles but the design still showed up on me too.  Anyway,  I was on this table and this lady was looking at my right leg and that black space, I thought she was going to do something geometrical and use blue colors.  She started painting a concept over the space to make sure I liked it first and to give her a guide, when I looked down there were oranges and yellows and the black became silhouettes or the shadows of a gate and tombstones, thin crosses.  It looked like a graveyard at sunset.  I was stunned, it was much better than I expected it to turn out and these are colors I never considered irl.  She kept layering on top of it and added clouds, a broken statue, and other details.  I said it was very appropriate for this time of year, and it was artwork.  I woke up before we actually started committing it to skin.

I was out somewhere with a group of friends, BB and their aikido group, idk where we were but another person and I were chillin in a shallow pool and there were trees in the area.  Over a wall was a hill… but it was going down so I guess we were on a hill.  I was on a laptop going through profiles and it was almost like a corporate sponsored fb, like back when fb was specifically for university students.  The pages were kind of like photo galleries at the top with pictures that changed after a few seconds.  There was a candid shot of a group out somewhere and Katherine was facing the camera laughing, and Anna was wearing a hat and had her back to the camera.

I had another dream before I woke up around 6am where I was in some super plush room… idk how else to put that.  The bedding, comforter, curtains, linens, all so fluffy and flowy.  I was in a grayish graphite shiny dress and was finding tiny little metallic gray boxes around the room with bows on them.  I kept finding little presents, but I can’t remember what was in them.

I haven’t been sleeping much lately… because of the waking up a lot.. and the getting home later and not being able to fall asleep immediately.  I remembered a dream when I was driving to work this morning, it was kind of bad timing due to the content of the dream.

I went somewhere and was going to visit Mel but someone else was sitting in a recliner in front of me.  She kind of looked like Mel but something was off, and when I listened to her speak I noticed her cadence and speech patterns were different.  We ended up leaving and were in a car, she was driving and I was in the back seat.  As we passed some building she mentioned going there and I said it didn’t really sound fun, but then I realized I didn’t know where she was taking me and it didn’t feel right, I wondered what happened to Mel, and as we kept going toward the city I noticed all the lights were out and the buildings were like shadows.  It’s kind of like driving on the i-10 east bound towards Phoenix, you can see downtown to the right, and uptown to the left.  The freeway splits right between the two, and everything was off.  But this city was larger, like LA.  Anyway, when I noticed everything was off I mentioned it and we stopped on the road, then there was a bunch of dust and all the buildings collapsed.  I realized I was in the back on my lancer and ducked thinking this was it.  I either wanted to survive or I wanted to die quickly.

And that is the part of the dream I remembered while I was driving to work this morning and could see the strip to the left, all I thought while looking at it was… that’s tiny.  I wouldn’t be nearly as destructive.  Ugh.

The dream kept going after that.  I was in some run down apartment and people were around, this one lady had a tiny dog, and we were sitting around in front of an old CRT TV but I wasn’t sure if it was due to boredom or if we were trying to get some kind of news.  I was sitting on a mattress on the floor and Brandon was sitting on it behind me.  I looked down and noticed there was blood on my legs but I wasn’t sure if I was cut somewhere or if it was period blood or if it was even mine.  That’s all I can remember from this morning.