07/31/01
Firefighters Against The Sun


Ohhh...these are so confusing. -_-

I had one the night before this but I didn't write it down so I forgot it. I do know that it had people in it. :)

All right...

In this dream, there was a nice sunset--I could see it out the window--and I wanted to take pictures of it. It seemed to be in the north. The sky was very dark and platinum gray with clouds, but over in the north it was yellow and orange and red and very interesting. I got the camera and went to the porch but when I looked outside I could have sworn there was SNOW on the ground!! "DAD! Did it SNOW?!" I cried.

"What? No," he said; I mean, after all, this IS July.

"It looks like there's snow out there," I said, opening the door and leaning outside. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, so I guessed it wasn't bad. I started to step outside. (This has elements of "Darkness Falling" as the sky was getting very dark, but in the north it was bright.) But THEN it began raining, very very hard. "Oooohhhhh!" I whined. "NOW it's RAINING!" I sighed and came back inside, very annoyed and disappointed.

"What's wrong?" Dad asked.

"It's raining outside now," I muttered. Then I thought, well, it's just a little rain, maybe I can tolerate it--I went to the window to see if the sunrise still looked nice, but by now it was all gray and smeared and ugly. <:( Nuts! With another sigh, I went back into the living room.

I think hail started falling now, but then I turned to the TV--I was now standing near the lamp that lights up the plants--and saw fire on the screen. All over, fire. I knew it was REAL fire and that the rain outside was actually firemen trying to put it out! So now I looked out the windows and yes, saw fire burning wildly over in the far trees. Wow, these guys would have to work HARD. I tried taking a picture of the fire on the TV screen, without the flash, but for some reason when I previewed the picture there was a flash on the screen anyway. /:( Hm. (At one point in here the sunset came back and I was going to go out again to take pics of it, but I'm not sure if that happened before or after the fire.) Well, I went outside again to see if there were STILL any good pics to take, as the fire died down suddenly and I realized the firemen had put out most of it. Great job!

Dream shifted a bit, now it was daytime but overcast, and I was in a strange wooded area, but the road was clear. A couple of firemen were here, on the right side of the road (but facing the wrong way), talking with each other; it was as if I watched this only and they couldn't see me. A little blond boy appeared near them and stared at them until they noticed him. At first he was frightened (didn't freak out though, just mute) because he thought they might shoot him--um--perhaps they had guns. o_O When they reassured him they wouldn't, he then wanted to know all about how firemen worked, though he wasn't very talkative. He wanted to come along with them. They smiled at him but let him know it was far too dangerous. Then I think they had to leave to battle a new fire that had sprung up. (Great, I thought; I guess they didn't manage to put it out after all!) They got in the fire engine, and there was some woman who was going along and she got in a convertible--and the little boy jumped in the back without her noticing! The vehicles drove off (to my right) quickly, and there was ANOTHER woman chasing after the convertible--I think she was the boy's teacher or something. They eventually realized the kid was there, but couldn't stop until they got to the scene further down the road. Then they did so and the woman in the car lifted the boy out of the backseat to give him back to the other woman.




Cloud Towers


Ma and I were going downtown to Dairy Queen, only the city we were in didn't seem to be our city. It was bigger and stranger. It was overcast again. We were driving along near where I think Dave's Place was supposed to be (not sure though), and ahead of us I noticed these two strange "stack"-like clouds rising above, slightly to the left. That was it...it looked like two giant white smoky stacks or towers, right side by side, one slightly taller than the other, looming up over the street.

"Oh wow," I breathed.

"What?" Ma said, and I had to point them out to her. They were something like a tornado at first. (Why am I having tornado dreams lately?) "I wonder if they'll touch down anywhere," I worried, but just like in my earlier dream, "The Funnel Cloud & Moons A'Plenty," I decided not to. Instead I was disappointed that I hadn't brought the camera. (What's with all the CAMERA dreams??) Well, I couldn't do anything about it. I just stared at them as we drove, and, eventually, um...they DID become towers. "Oh," I said now. "They ARE real towers." o_O Okay...these two big white cylindrical towers rising out of the middle of nothing. Whatever. We reached DQ and went inside, sitting down in a booth; the "waitress," for want of a better word, came over--big lady, curly gray hair, craggy bulldog face, perhaps she really DID dress like a waitress. At first I was going to order fish or smelt or something different (I know they have no smelt there, but you know...), but then I decided I wanted the Chicken Strip Basket after all. I told the waitress this (we may have been the only customers, and she seemed to be the only one working there--it was bigger than our regular DQ, but white inside, and I can't describe the rest as it wasn't much like ours at all--nothing to compare it to), and a potato selection was included as well. Ma and I seemed a bit confused when she said that, but oh well, I'd eat it. (It wasn't mashed potatoes--maybe fried potatoes or something.) I then said "gravy" and she wrote something on her pad but then I said "White country gravy," and she looked at me briefly, then had to correct what she'd written. Evidently she'd thought the wrong kind of gravy. (At this same time it was like she was literally changing the kind of gravy already included with my order, as if it sat right in front of her.)




Shorts From Another Dimension


This dream may tie in with a later one, "Obsessive Love." I was trying to find my clothes to go to school. I think it was that time of the month so I wanted a long shirt "just in case" I had an accident, and I wanted loose comfortable clothing. At first I couldn't find one item of clothing--perhaps the shirt? I was looking all over the house, which was weird and included different rooms and people. I think I found A shirt, but not THE shirt. What I was looking for was a light fluorescent green (lime?) T-shirt, and I found a white one. I went into the back bathroom (why??) to look at myself in the mirror when I tried it on. And...eegh, it was TIGHT--not confining, but elastic. It was so tight I didn't have to wear a bra with it. My...um...breasts... ((o_o)) ...were a lot smaller in the dream, perkier. *cough* OO-kay! I kept turning this way and that, marveling over this strange shirt. "Wow," I said, "it holds everything up!" It even made me look thinner and more attractive.

BUT, the drawbacks were--it was tight--and it was SEE-THROUGH! I felt like Ricky Martin wearing one of those mesh-style shirts that let you see everything underneath even while covering you up! It was a white shirt, but it had a very fibrous look; there were literally patches of pink where my skin showed through. It clung to me like a net, but it didn't hide enough. I could even see some of what...*cough*...should have been covered up by a bra. O_O

Well, all right, the shirt was intriguing, but most certainly NOT what I was going to wear! I got rid of it and I think I may have found the green one. But then I needed to find pants or shorts. (I was getting ready for school or something, did I say that? I was gonna be WAY late by now!!) First off, I was looking for pants. But then I thought, no, it's warm out, I'll wear shorts. Dark ones though. So I started looking for dark shorts (even though I seem to remember picking up a gray pair). I was having trouble finding THOSE too. (Note, it may actually have been the SHIRT I was having trouble finding, but I can't remember the order of these, sorry.) I looked all over, high and low, but just couldn't see it. I then remembered that I had fetched it out of...um...some alternate universe doorway/bedroom/whatever that would appear whenever I entered my closet a certain way. Eesh, weird! Well, I decided to try; it was a technique I'd forgotten about quite a while ago. I put my hands down on the floor in my closet (it was clean), put down my head to touch the floor, and then pushed myself up to stand on my head and hands, going backwards and upside-down into the closet. When I came back down the right way I guess I had opened up the magical doorway and I guess I found my shorts! <:)




Early To Bed, Early To Rise...


This dream had to do with Dad leaving for work...just a TAD earlier than usual. I was awake and it seemed to be light outside, like early morning, but then Dad came out all in a hurry (a STRUCTURED hurry, not running around maniacally), and said he had to leave for work. It was 3:30 IN THE MORNING!! For some reason this really upset me and I felt like crying--WHY did he have to leave so early? (This is a bit odd because after I had this dream, Dad told me, in real life, that he DOES have to work earlier today, though not THAT early!!) I think what made me upset was the fact that he was in such a hurry I don't know if I got to say goodbye to him, and that always bothers me. I need some "closure" before my parents leave. I think I followed him into the utility room and noticed that the area around the catbox was all wet, and knew our cat had peed on the floor. AGAIN. (Actually, nothing very unrealistic about THAT dream!) Dad never gave me an explanation as for why he was leaving so soon, and I watched him depart, down the side road--that's not the way he takes to work. Yes, I think I was crying by now; maybe he didn't honk goodbye either, he was so hurried. Ma may have figured in here somewhere, but I'm not sure how. It was light out but overcast and just a tad gray and dim. Too light for 3:30 in the AM! o_O




I'm Gonna Be A Cop!


This was the dream I had RIGHT before waking up, but it was very short so I'll recount it now. I remember there was one guy--he was a user on KP, ME--saying to his friend, "Guess what?"

Friend says, "What?"

"I'm gonna be a cop!"

"That's great."

I dunno, I guess ME was a lot younger than I thought he was, and he was going to become a cop.

Along with that dream I have written down "clouds," but I don't remember that...unless I was writing down the clouds dream, while in my dream? Unsure.




A Squirrel In The Bathroom


In one short dream, I went into the bathroom (I think it was dark out, maybe very early morning) and noticed something going on with the ceiling tiles. Something was up there. Occasionally one would move, or something would poke its head out. There was a hole in one of the tiles, and eventually I caught sight of what was responsible--a red squirrel. Awwww, it was so cute! Even as it was a pest. >:P It poked its head out of the ceiling over the toilet and I went over to it. I can't remember if I stepped up on the toilet or if I was just able to reach it by some unexplained means, but I reached out and...TOUCHED it. And it let me! It didn't run away, and it didn't really stand still either; it came running down me, and I reached out and scratched it again. It was so soft, and so sweet. What an adorable little creature, and so tame!




Modship! Woohoo!


Here's a Stories.com dream! :) I logged in and went to post something, and then I went to my inbox to find an e-mail informing me I had been made a moderator. Ah, I can dream, can't I? :) The blue case was there and everything. Jeez, I must hang out there way too much. I was getting ready to go post something else, but I figured I'd check this out too. (I was VERY neutral about it, as if it didn't faze me at all!) I opened the e-mail and saw the congratulations from the StoryMaster, and then a link at the top of the mail. Apparently, any e-mails he sent out were also items that were in his portfolio, and this one had a link on it to one of his folders, similar to my Junk Drawer. I noticed also that it was similar to a forum (though it was just a static-type item with replies posted to it, publicly), with three replies from other users. Wanting to see what they had to say about this, I clicked on the link to be taken to the item itself. (What I had been sent was just a copy. Confused yet?)

I made it to the StoryMaster's copy and found the three comments posted at the bottom. I could read at least one of them, from another user, congratulating either the StoryMaster or myself, and chatting with him a bit, and I may have seen another, but at least one was blank--there was a space where it was supposed to be, similar to a folder that has no items in it yet, but nothing was there. For some reason this person's reply hadn't shown up; guess it just hadn't gone through properly. Oh well. It was nice to be made a moderator, even if only in my dreams! :)




Obsessive Love


All right, now this is the most complex and confusing and "adult-themed" dream of the night. I can't even remember where it began, and it may have tied in with my "tight T-shirt" dream, "Shorts From Another Dimension." I THINK it started out with me imagining my characters Puck Benteen and Ozzy Lewis. Now, these are two guys who have almost no interaction in my stories; in fact, Ozzy very rarely even shows up anywhere. He's just there if I need him, I guess. :) Both characters, also, are obviously STRAIGHT. Yet in my dream I was considering getting them together and going over the consequences of the two liking each other, perhaps unexpectedly. (Maybe I was mixing them up with two OTHER characters of mine, with how they acted!) From what I could tell, maybe Puck was asleep and Ozzy came to him, and afterwards felt guilty, and Puck just felt confused about the general situation, but not angry. Lots and lots of conflicting emotions. I was in my room while I was thinking of this, looking at my door, and I remember there being crates in there, stacked sea-green crates like I used to have. Perhaps even in front of the door. I imagined Puck lying there, on the floor.

But then the dream switched somewhat and instead of Puck and Ozzy, it was myself and some other guy. I don't know if I was supposed to be male myself or not, but the conflicting emotions were there just the same! I also feel the situation turned into a slightly stalking-type one somewhere along the line, and I know I felt very uncomfortable throughout most of it. (Maybe because this is a subject which ALWAYS makes me uncomfortable, as you can tell by how I phrase everything with euphemisms!!) Anyway...I was trying to tell somebody something...about this guy who was trying to get my attention, and to get me...I think I had some difficulty telling it, not sure how or why, or even who I was telling, nor the details of what I was telling them...but this guy became angry that I was talking about it with someone else, and started "flaming" me. (Yes, elements of being online in this one, at least with how I dealt with others.) His flames came to me in the form of a book I was looking at. Oh my God. He had decided to spill ALL the details of our "relationship"!! He told all these details of what had supposedly happened, and then called me all sorts of names--I think "crazy bitch" was one of them. He made it seem like I had done something wrong to HIM! This genuinely made me worry for my own safety--this guy seemed NUTS. Plus I was POed that he'd tarnished my reputation!

And so, I tried to tell the OTHER half of the story, MY half, the entire half which he'd left out. I can't recall what I said, and I wrote these notes down when I was still half asleep. I have written down "he came to me for help? I couldn't help?" Perhaps, before he had turned on me, he had come to me seeking help or advice and though sympathetic, I couldn't help him. Maybe he held a grudge because of this now.

He was obsessed with the Thundercats, I remember, although I can't recall how; I think he related everything in his life to things on the TV show, and sometimes even pretended he WAS one. Eegh. o_O I have written down "he became cat or I did?" So perhaps at some point he finally DID morph into one, or maybe I did. During this part of the dream I caught sight of my cat, Pepper, only instead of black she was part brown. Not sure what she had to do with any of this, aside from the fact that she's a cat...

Another part of this same dream, somewhere in here, included me trying to kiss the guy, I think--at least, I was trying to kiss SOMEBODY! I don't know why, as I hate kissing, and I didn't even like this guy. It's like I was in two places at once, playing two parts, as even while we (whoever we were) tried to kiss, I was also playing the part of a woman on a stairway landing or balcony or something, with another guy, trying to eavesdrop on my other self (the kissing one) because I didn't want to miss anything. I remember the landing/balcony, everything, seemed to be painted in pale seafoam or sea green. It appeared to be a basement (boiler room?) or lab of some kind, and there were some bright lights on but they didn't light up every corner of the place--there were lots of shadows--I felt it was night. There were big wide metal bars to my left, and I put my hands on them and tried to peer through them (they were supporting the railing or whatever) to see if I could catch sight of or just hear what my other self was doing with that guy. I think the other guy with me (behind me?) was tired and didn't want to listen in, but I was very eager and curious. (I have the feeling we were SLEEPING on the balcony!!) I couldn't see what was going on, but I think I could hear. I was really excited and goofy about it.

To briefly switch back to my original self and the "stalker"-type guy, I think he wanted to have sex and I didn't, and of course you know that made me very uncomfortable!

Another little sidestory in this dream had to do with the Dragon Ball Z character Piccolo. He had something to do with this, like he loved me too or believed it was a bad idea for me to be with anybody. I remember looking at a drawing of him and he was dressed in all of his fancy clothing, looking upward to the right (?) and to the sky; the sunlight was hitting his face so his green skin was tinted yellow, but the picture itself was faded in one part as if it had been left in the REAL sun for too long. I was the one looking at this and I tried not to let it bother me. He was saying something--something like "Don't," and/or "Go no further until--"...I think he was talking about the two of us--that guy and myself--being together, as if he knew it wasn't a good idea, at least until some amount of time (?) had passed. Yet he may have had feelings for me also.

Hm, I'm falling asleep right now...but I do think that was it. ^_^



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