09/11/01
Damn You, Bon Jovi!
Vague and scattered!
In one dream snippet, I sat upon my bed at night(?) reading the liner notes in a tape jacket for Bon Jovi. And I was thanked in the liner notes. Weird! I guess I had had a hand in helping them with their album somehow. (It was relatively minor.) I felt like showing this off (it was just teeny print at the bottom of a dark brown jacket), but they'd gotten my name wrong somehow. It said something like either "Rachel Victory" or "Tehuti Victory," followed by "cat goddess" or something in parentheses. It was this last name that bugged me. They'd included the name "Victory" and its apparent meaning of "cat goddess" as a sort of tribute to me (I dunno, something to do with Egyptian mythology?) but they'd gotten it wrong, my name was supposed to be something else. Blah! Stupid Bon Jovi. ;) Served me right for helping them with whatever.
Pictures Of Wulfie
I can't remember this dream very well; I have written down "trying to see 'Wulfie' drawings on girl's site, can't directly--Yahoo!" Hmmm? I think they were drawings, furry anime style, that some girl had made; perhaps the character's name was Wulfie. (That's a name I've seen in a Yahoo! Club but I do not know the person.) I have the feeling the character was a cute wolf puppy boy or something. I was trying to see them but I couldn't see them directly, so perhaps I went through Yahoo! Photos or something and accessed them there? I can't remember.
Airport + Bathroom = UGH
This seemed to be the longest dream of the night, and it was annoying as well. In it, I had to go to the bathroom, and of course I was in a public place, in this case a big busy airport. I went into the bathroom and started trying to use a URINAL, for God's sake! Iiicckk!! But there was a video camera up in the ceiling that prohibited people from using urinals. Not in that they just wouldn't want to go with a camera watching them, but it ACTIVELY did something to prevent them. Like put up a shield or something. Which made urinals pointless. Why did I want to use one anyway? So I turned to the stalls behind me, to my left when I faced the far wall. (The bathroom was long and narrow and I faced the short side. Walls were all gray.)
I went into one stall, and remembered to check the state of the toilet only AFTER I went in. The bowl was almost full, needed a flushing, and the seat was all wet. <:P Ick. Then I think there was blood on the seat. I wiped off most, but couldn't get all--I tried going out and finding another stall only to see some guys (yes, I think it was guys--unisex bathroom??) in suits come in, so decided not to make them wait, and went back in. I was in a hurry--I guess I had to catch a flight with my family and it was due to arrive at any moment--so I kind of sat down and tried to go. Some of the blood got on me (there was no fear of AIDS or anything in this dream, it was just disgusting and inconvenient) and on my pants--I was wearing thick gray sweatpants with a rough texture. I remember pulling them around to look at them and seeing all the blood that had smudged them. (Not smeared, but smudged, like it was partly dried already.) I sat there and groused about it and I seemed to have trouble "performing"! How annoying all of this was.
I finished, or decided to wait until later, and got up, only my pants' waistband(?) got stuck on the door lock or something. AAGGHHH!! So here I am in an airport restroom tugging on my pants, trying to get them free of the door. Hm, I have written down "guy coming in looking around, leaves, plane called, landing, hurry." I can't really remember the guy coming in, but I guess he did; I probably didn't want him to notice me! He must have left, and then a voice may have come on the speaker, saying the plane was arriving. (I think. I'm not sure what I meant by "plane called.") So now I had to hurry even more; I think I told my parents (who must have shown up), "Yeah, yeah, okay, okay, I'm coming!!" to shut them up. Then we went shuffling off through this big gray crowded airport terminal. What an irritating dream!!
My Little Owlies
In one dream I was in my room looking for a little Fimo owl I had made a long time ago. (In real life I made not an owl but a mouse. I like owls and consider them my "totem animal.") I was somewhat upset that I couldn't find it, though I wasn't screaming or crying or anything. It was more like, "Awwww, I can't find my owl..." While I looked around by my supernatural bookshelf I think I kept noticing weird items hanging from it or sitting on it, such as orange cloth, etc., stuff I hadn't put there, and I was getting annoyed--WHO had put all this here, and WHY had they done so? But then I noticed some kind of little tray, like for papers or something, only it was very tiny; several inches long, an inch or two tall and wide from front to back. Plastic. I took this down and noticed that in it were about three strange little "X-mas" (I can't remember if that was the word used or if I just abbreviated for Christmas) refrigerator magnets handmade out of wood. And they were little painted owls! They were so intricate and adorable. I hadn't found my Fimo owl, but I'd found these little cuties. I sat down on my bed (seemed to possibly be nighttime again) and took them out one by one, looking at them. They were only about two inches tall and so cute. I loved them.
Who The Hell Is Marilyn?
This dream had something to do with the movie Hedwig & The Angry Inch (no, I have not seen it, nor do I plan to; I just think the guy who plays Hedwig is cute). Hm...I can't really remember this. "Hedwig & angry inch, explain & show pic to Ma, 'That looks like Marilyn Goddard(?),' she goes, I'm nervous, PA arguing, (name withheld) posts too long." Um...well, no, I can't remember this. I guess I was trying to explain the movie to Ma, and perhaps I showed her the picture of the star dressed up as Hedwig. I think she thought it really WAS a woman, as she said something like, "That looks like Marilyn Goddard!" I may have the last name wrong; I'm glad I wrote it down or I'd have no idea whatsoever, but that may have been it. No, I do not know anybody named Marilyn Goddard, nor have I come across the name, unless it was in passing. I'll have to do a search to see if I can find it anywhere. In any case, I guess Ma left; for where, I don't know. PA arguing? I know somebody was talking over a PA or intercom, but not what they were saying nor what they were arguing about, nor if they were arguing with me.
The "name withheld" is someone that until recently I used to write to, until he pretty much stopped writing to me. :( That's another story though...in the dream I think he was posting something somewhere online, and his posts were long. I'm not sure now why this was a problem, but it was. Maybe I couldn't read them, maybe they were bogging down the system, I'm uncertain. But it was annoying, perhaps a signal of how I'm really feeling about him lately.
But I'm not here to interpret these things, just to post them. :)
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