07/27/01
Why Does She Keep Bothering Me?
Holy CRAP but I had a lot of 'em last night!!
In this dream, I had gotten a snail-mail letter from a member on another website that recently went down, L. (the member's initial, not the website). In my dream, she had mailed me before, trying to get in touch with me, but in real life we had a sort of "falling out" when she treated another acquaintance of mine like trash and pretty much told me I was stupid for having trusted her--simply because "This is the Internet and it's not real." **rolling eyes** Also in real life she did try to get back in touch, saying she really does like me. Unlikely, considering what she said about trust. Anyway, in the dream this was like the second letter I had gotten from her--she was in Chicago--and I was getting irritated. "Why does she keep bothering me?" I griped, considering I never wrote to her. Then I somehow saw a letter from member D. to another member, B.--I'm not sure if it was snail-mail or e-mail, nor how I had access to it. I can't recall what it said--I have written down "'How are you doing?' 'Fine,' D. talks about life vampires, etc." I think D. was just asking B. how she was doing, her health, etc., since she's often in pain (as is he). Then he started talking about "life vampires"--those vampires that suck the life energy, rather than the blood, from others. I don't know if he was hinting that she was one or not.
This dream seemed to be at night, in my room, as it was dim.
Captain Trips & The Dogs
This may be out of order; I think this dream may have come after the one I describe after it. I went into the living room during the daytime and sat down on the far end of the couch, curling up and eating something, then eating a radish. It was a big, kind of soft one. o_o Ick, but for some reason in the dream I REALLY wanted radishes! Dad came into the room and said something and I said, "I really want a radish!" (I had sprinkled salt on it too.)
He started harping--not in a mean way, but in an annoying way--something like, "Well, you HAVE radishes, they've been in the fridge for one or two months now, sitting in the bottom..."
Bla bla bla, of course I said, "I don't WANT old radishes, I'll just eat THIS one!!" to try to get him to shut up. Sheesh. (Um, in my notes I have written down "two YEARS ago," but I think that MUST be a "typo." o_O )
Anyway. I was watching something on TV--it was The Stand, based on the Stephen King book. "Oh oh oh, let's watch the beginning of this, it's so creepy!" I said. (Ma and Dad were both here.) And they showed the beginning, playing "Don't Fear The Reaper" and showing the white lab hallways with the bodies lying dead on the floor. Only it was different from the movie in my dream--it was a LOT more disgusting. In particular I remember one scientist lying with the (right?) side of his face pressed to the floor and there was this great pool of...SOMETHING...around his head. It looked as if he had partially melted into the floor from decomposition. I think it was a mixture of blood and vomit and other bodily fluids. His eyes were still open. Ewww. Others were in a similar state. But then it was revealed there were animals in this place as well, dogs, and they had not died. Yet. (I think the song changed at one point and I don't know what it was playing; it wasn't ominous like "Don't Fear The Reaper" so it didn't fit the mood.) They started showing cartoon dogs walking around the halls, checking the place out; they had escaped during the crisis.
The camera came up close on one. At first we saw only the floor and knew someone was approaching. Ma said something--"Is that someone coming?" maybe.
"Yeah," I said--then they showed his feet--"But he doesn't have any feet to walk on..."
First the camera showed bloody stumps where feet should be, as if they had fallen off. You could see the bone, the bottoms of the tibia and fibula where the heelbone should be. This thing, whatever it was, shouldn't be able to walk. Yet it was, limping along on its bloody bare stumps. I don't remember flesh but there must have been some around the bones.
The camera panned up and we could see the rest of it now. It was a dog. A cartoony-looking dog. It walked on its hind legs like a person, turning its head this way and that curiously. As for its head...that was about the only thing left intact. I didn't look much at its features to see if they were disfigured because I was wondering how it could even BREATHE. Below the neck there was almost nothing but BONE! Just a skeleton with bloody legs and a head attached!
"He has no esophagus!" I think I said, when I meant "trachea"--what I meant was, how is this guy breathing with no windpipe? I then noticed there WAS some sort of long cord hanging from his neck down into his chest cavity (I never took a good look below the neck to see if there were more organs). It was pale lavender and I felt it was meant for food--like the esophagus? I can't remember my anatomy very well, sorry. <:) But it wasn't for breathing. Still, for some reason it wasn't as unbelievable that he was alive anymore. Even if he was in horrid shape. I feel that the virus had wrought all this havoc in the short time it had been released.
The scene changed to show a small sideroom (a janitor's closet?) with a big bunch of cartoon dogs peering out cautiously--I think I remember a purple poodle--and these ones appeared unaffected, though they too had been experimental animals. I think we then changed the channel or something to watch another program, but I can't remember what it was.
Would You Let Yourself Be Judged?
Okay, this dream may have come before "Captain Trips & The Dogs." I had joined at least two, maybe more new Clubs at Yahoo! and I was at home in the living room, somehow looking at the screen listing my Clubs (the computer is not in that room--I won't bother explaining, it's a dream!), and I was wondering why the hell I'd joined some of these in the first place! I noticed one of them was a Pat Benatar Club. WTF?? Why would I join one of THOSE? I don't even belong to an Enya Club!! I was thinking of deleting myself from a few, but then decided to look at them more closely and perhaps figure out why I had joined.
First of all was the Pat Benatar Club. I think it was the one that was in shades of lavender and blue. It had a picture of her as the Club pic. There weren't many messages--it was mostly unused. But for some reason I wanted to remain apprised of new developments in the world of Pat Benatar **rolling eyes** so I decided to stay in that one.
Another one had something to do with Jesus and perhaps UFOs, or that may have been two different Clubs. Not sure. But it/they were really weird. Some kind of New Agey-religious thing. Why had I joined THIS? I think I considered leaving, but it was kind of interesting, and I didn't want the Club founder--some nutso guy--to come after me, asking me why I'd left. Best not to piss this guy off, he was pretty culty.
BUT...now I was in this strange room, white tile floor, white walls, cluttered along the walls but open around me and bright and very antiseptic looking, sitting on a plain chair with this guy kneeling before me. The same guy? Unsure. He made me think of Chong from Cheech & Chong. Only a bit ominous, and definitely "smarter." He was asking me something--and I was having difficulty understanding. It was along the lines of "Would you let yourself be judged?" He was presenting a scenario with two choices and/or outcomes. One of them had to do with ignorance and bliss. The other had to do with knowledge and sadness. Apparently, if I chose knowledge--which I wanted to choose--with it would come a sad ending. But in my heart, I must know what was right.
He kept asking me--over and over--and I was just so confused. WHAT did he mean? "Would you let yourself be judged?" I KNEW the answer, but was reluctant to say it lest I had misunderstood him. Plus there was one little thing that was bothering me about the scenario.
"Whatever my choice is," I asked him, "would I know and realize the importance of my decision after I had made it?" Meaning, would I know for CERTAIN that my decision was "right," at least to me, or would I be forever uncertain if I'd done the right thing? Also--if my decision itself, or the knowledge obtained from it, would change the very outcome itself. Very difficult to explain, but it made me think of time travel paradoxes. Anyway...I would not answer unless I knew this for certain.
He nodded and said, "Yes, you would know the importance."
"Then of COURSE I would choose the path of knowledge and sadness," I said. "I may be sad, but at least I would know the truth, and others would learn from my example. It's better than ignorance. My sadness would spare everyone else."
(Please note this is all PARAPHRASED and may not represent what I actually said.)
I think he looked at me as if he felt I had made the right choice, but he said nothing about it. Instead he said something about his five favorite songs--"I'll give you files of my five favorite songs, and you can give me files of yours." I don't think I got to tell him I didn't have MP3s or whatever they were, but he was too busy talking to me about it, so perhaps I would just give him the titles...
Joe Dirt, Songwriter
This dream is very vague and muddled, had something to do with Jim Carrey. I think it was pictures of guys who were in some Jim Carrey skits, and one of them looked like a blond hillbilly. Similar to David Spade's character in Joe Dirt. Mullett (sic?) haircut, mustache, bright blond hair. I think he was supposed to stand in for or at lest resemble Jim Carrey but he didn't, not in the least. Um...I have written down "blond hillbilly guy who wrote songs, best 1 granny, trying to open popup on scrn, ?" o_O Wha?? I know that he was saying he had written some songs, and I guess the one he deemed the "best" had something to do with an old lady, a "granny." (No, I know specifically I did NOT mean "Grammy," as, as tired as I was, I even erased the word and rewrote it to clearly say "granny." ^_^ ) I'm not sure about this popup part. I think perhaps that was me, trying to open a popup on the screen, unsuccessfully. Not sure.
Free Chicken Twisters When You Wake Up!
In real life Ma's gotten me a couple of Chicken Twisters or whatever from KFC. In my dream, I was in bed and it was around one in the afternoon, I think. I believe I was lying on my stomach when Ma came to my door and, leaning in, held up a Chicken Twister. "Do you want this?" she asked.
Well, I was in bed at the moment...so I mumbled, "Maybe later on when I get up, probably around three."
(That's EARLIER than when I really get up!)
Ma said, "I'll be down the road," meaning H., the road not far from our house. (There may be some significance here. In real life Ma said she'd like to eat at the H. Restaurant, which is of course on H. Road, but later on found out that they're really expensive so decided to pass.)
I was really confused, not sure why she'd be down the road WAITING for me to wake up and get the Twister, when she should have been at work. She doesn't take work off unless she has a doctor's appointment or some family gathering to go to--she never takes time off for ME! Oh well. I wasn't going to complain. She left, and I think Dad was home, but I can't remember it very well.
Break It Up, Pigs!
This dream is very confusing. I was with Ma and Dad and we were walking through what seemed to be Wal-Mart, from the back of the store to the front, near the school aisle which was on our left. A couple of tiny (tan-colored?) bikes--mopeds or just minibikes?--came up behind (?) us and we had to get out of the way (yes, they were driving down the aisle), and the only way out of the way was to duck into one of the side aisles. So we did so, and after the bikes had whizzed by I, at least, got distracted by the things for sale. I turned to the shelf on my right and noticed, a little lower down, perhaps in a cardboard box (the aisles were dim, as if the tops were covered or the shelves were dark or something), a roll of holographic ribbon. Sparkly and pretty patterned. It was two, three inches wide. Below that was what at first seemed to be more ribbon, different patterns and colors, but then I think it was wallpaper or wrapping paper of some sort. Now that Ma and Dad had entered the aisle with me, I started wandering down it further, and the feeling now was as if I were at the fair, checking out the different stalls, rather than inside a store.
I came to a door or opening on the right and went inside. Here was a meeting room set up inside a tent. (One of those tents like at circuses or in parking lots, to protect the plants.) There were a lot of folding chairs lined up, and a few people sat in here, eating ice cream and such. I think there may have been a lectern or something at the front. The place was dim as there were no windows in the tent; the ground was the earth itself. Oops, I thought. I wasn't supposed to be in here. There was going to be a meeting or a concert and I hadn't been invited, nor had I paid to get in. I backed out
before anyone could notice me.
I turned and to the left, ahead of me at the end corner of the aisle, I may have noticed a display/room/something that had to do with astronomy, or that may have been the subject of whatever was going to go on in the meeting tent.
Well, here's where it gets very complex so I can't really explain it properly. It was the same dream, but it shifted, a LOT. I was now looking at a picture of a dusty, rocky, deserty landscape and there was a big hole dug in the ground. Around it were some fellahin/workmen, and there was the large naturally (?) mummified carcass of a cow. It was yellowish white and still lifelike, but its legs were bent and it may have been eyeless. This seemed to be a news article; this cow had been found in a tomb, but the tomb had been robbed after it had been found, and the treasure (whatever it was) had been taken. The cow itself had been salvaged. (It must have been an Egyptian tomb, perhaps related to the Serapeum.) Anyway, now it was like I myself was walking through this deserty landscape, very dry and hot and dusty, only it was like a cross between the desert and maybe the old west. I know there was some sort of rickety wooden building, like a train station, behind me off to the left, but I never looked directly at it, and it didn't figure into things. This is weird. There were some animals that were intelligent and may have been friends, but then a few of them (perhaps enemies of the friends) had started fighting. It was cats, I think (perhaps an orange tabby, and maybe a black cat (my own?), plus one or two more), but then it was pigs. And then it may have been cats again. Very, very odd. They were scuffling and biting in the dirt and I knew I had to stop it by bringing in someone bigger than they were. So I called out to this HUGE, HUGE!! black pig that was standing nearby. "Hey, can you go over there and break those guys up, please?" I asked him. He may have snorted or grunted amiably, then sauntered off to break up the fight. If they'd listen to anybody, it would be him, simply because of his sheer size! I mean this thing was like a pony!!
Weight Worries
A small dream, possibly related to "Break It Up, Pigs!" concerned my cat Pepper. She is very old and has lost a lot of weight so she's very bony. In my dream, she was walking around the living room, and I noticed she was fat again--she used to weigh around 11 pounds--her belly was slightly round, not ribby, and I wondered what had happened to her.
"Take a look at that!" Dad, sitting on the couch, said cheerfully. "She's big and fat again!"
"I don't know..." I murmured. "How did she get so fat all of a sudden?" I was more worried that something was wrong with her, with the abrupt change in her weight.
Creepy Crawly Mess
Again, this dream may possibly be related to reality. Yesterday in real life I turned on the porch light and opened the front door at night to see SCORES of HUGE BLACK BEETLES scuttling across the porch, so many so that they made NOISE. EEEWWWW!! After that we found one on the door frame in the bathroom--and I have found a second and killed two more of them inside the house tonight. GROOOOSSSSSS!!
In the dream, Dad and I were in my room, cleaning it. (Very odd!) We were kneeling near where my garbage is, facing the bookshelf, him on my left, and we were working on cleaning out this smallish cardboard box. (We were putting an awful lot of work into cleaning out merely a box...) It was slightly longer than a shoebox, but just about as wide. Dad started to focus on something else, leaving me to clean the box. It had a lot of junk in it and I had to keep taking more stuff out, seeing what I could throw away. It was rather dirty too, from having sat around for so long. I noticed a stack of 3.5" disks in it. Taking them out, I looked them over one by one. I had saved a very small short file or two to each one--probably WP files, perhaps the descriptions of my god characters. But only one or two files per disk! What a waste of space! I felt I had done it long ago--similar to writing one little thing down on each slip of paper--and I decided I would just take and reformat them all, freeing up space and using them again. No use letting them go to waste.
I noticed a few little bugs on the disks and, mildly disgusted, brushed them off. Yuck. Then I saw a few teeny-tiny wormy things. Even more disgusted, I tried to get rid of those. Then I looked down into the box itself and found the source of the infestation. The box was suddenly CRAWLING with those big black beetles!!
EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
I immediately gasped and jumped back, taking the disks with me. I brushed them off frantically. I did NOT want to deal with that box. I tried to get Dad to take care of it, but he was ignoring me or refusing or didn't really get it. So then I tried to get Ma, who was in the house, to take care of it. There were two things that needed to be done, maybe take the bugs out/clean out the box, and then vacuum the mess they made from the floor. At first I argued with Ma about this, telling her I could NOT deal with those icky things, but then, desperate not to have to deal with the box, I said, "I'LL vacuum the floor, but YOU have to take care of the bugs!!" I'm not sure how we resolved that, but damn was I freaked out.
And I do believe that's it! :)
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