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Monday, May 17th, 2004
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7:41 am - Sleeping & Moving
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I remember being in the extra bedroom at my grandfather's house with Baret. We were lying in bed, trying to wake up. I started playing with his you-know-what and my Dad walked in! I was aggravated - then my Mom and sis came in. Everyone was leaving to go shopping or something, and Baret and I were asked to lock up the house when we left. Next thing I know the bed is outside. I got up for a minute because there were all these people there, like a big picnic in a park, and a huge band started playing - right in front of my bed. I yelled at them to shut-up because I wanted to go back to sleep. Then I went to find Baret, who was playing with some kids.
Next dream I was at these people's house - in the dream I knew them as Jeremy's extended family (an aunt and her kids). He called while I was there and we learned he'd been transferred to a type of work program nearby. I think he was digging ditches or something similar, but he was happy to be there as it was much more laidback. We immediately went to see him. The visiting shed was similar to the one we were used to, except some of the tables had computers. You needed special equipment to hook up to it to make it get online, and Jeremy said he could get us one since his grandfather was a guard - I told him not to. We moved to one of these tables after the bitchy guard lady kept telling us we had to keep the desks (like school ones) we were sitting in facing one another and not move them at all.
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004
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7:37 am - Dropping Acid
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At first I dreamed about relationships falling apart. This was strange as it took the form of TV show people. At first I was Roseanne about to cheat on Dan, who had grown lax in the marriage. Next I was one of those Tia/Tamara twins. My sister told me she was going to take my man, so I dressed up like her and seduced hers (who happened to be Leonardo DiCaprio). After we had amazing sex, I told him the truth, thinking he'd hate me. Instead he said I was amazing and he was in love - that I had all the fire and passion that my sister didn't and he wanted me now and not her.
Next I was coming back from a weekend trip to Monroe with friends. Upon getting home, I wanted to go back - so I dropped a hit of acid (crazy, huh?) and drove the 6 or so hours back up there. Once I arrived I was freaking out over having to call in to my boss, as it was now early Monday morning, and tell him I wasn't going to make it in.
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| Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
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7:07 am - Getting Hitched
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I dreamt last night, very realistically, that I got married to Baret. He asked, I accepted - thinking it would be cool and that I'd like to experience "being married" to someone. But then I flipped out and the closer it got, the more I panicked.
I remember picking out the wedding dress, I remember getting ready for it all with my Mom and sister and secretly just dying inside. I wanted to call it all off, but it seemed it was too late for that. I kept hoping my Mom would notice, or just know in that way that she does, that I didn't want this but she never said anything, and neither did I. I kept hoping *someone*, anyone, would look at me and ask, "Do you really want to do this?" and I would be able to scream, "No! No, not at all." But no one did - everyone being so caught up in the "wedding".
All I could think the entire time was "what will I tell Jeremy?" and "how will Jeremy take this?". He was all I could think about and the reason I did not want to go through with this wedding. I kept asking myself how I could've put myself in this mess. I didn't want to be a wife - not to Baret, though I love him. I was literally sick as we drove to the hall where the wedding was to be held (it wasn't a church).
All of his family and my family was there - smiling and happy. He was there, nervous and smiling - I think he was happy but afraid. I don't think anyone has ever experienced such extreme cold feet as I! We did it - I remember standing up there next to him and wanting to drop dead or sink into the floor. It wasn't right; I wasn't supposed to be marrying Baret and I knew it. But to stop it at that point would've hurt him so and I just couldn't do that.
I don't remember much of a reception, but I remember us leaving. Going home and everything was different. We'd lived together for years but now that we were "man" and "wife", it all just felt different. He was a bit shy around me and I was just mute. We went out to eat, or on our honeymoon, I'm not sure which. I remember us being in a restuarnt and our waiter learning that we were newlyweds and him having the whole restaurant toast to us. Baret looked happy and proud, I just smiled weakly - trying to enjoy myself, knowing I had done this and had to make the best out of it. But I was so sad; so very sad.
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| Monday, April 19th, 2004
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6:51 am - Escape to Hell
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Jeremy gets away and we are spending time together at my family's. They all love him once they get to know him, and we even go out clothes shopping for him b/c he has none. I am SO happy - I feel that sweet, blissful and perfectly content feeling like I do when we're together in dreams. One day while outside, we see the bad people driev by and he's gone - that quick. One minute at my side, the next gone. But I understand. I go inside and tell Mom that the bad people might be coming and she helps me get rid of his things; even the new clothes, which was sad. They come and talk to me, but I say I know nothing. The next day my Dad comes to me and says he's going to take me to Jeremy and asks if I know where he went. I don't, he doesn't want anyone to know so we're not in danger. Even though I miss him, I never even consider trying to find him now - I tell my Dad all of this, that I fear the bad people following me and finding him, too. He says not to worry and asks again if I can guess where. I think and honestly can't.
Then it comes to me. "Hell!" I tell him. "He would've gone to the Gates of Hell."
My Dad brings me, somehow losing the bad people and I find Jeremy there. We're together again and my Dad leaves me with him even though he knows he'll never see me again.
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| Tuesday, March 30th, 2004
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4:05 pm - Together...If Only For a Day
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In this dream, as many others, Jeremy had a day "off" to come home and visit. I wish I could remember what all we did, but I just remember feeling so very happy and content with him at my side. I really could feel him there with me - it was very realistic. We were just hanging out, being around my family, then going off and doing our own thing and coming back to each other. I woke up and was so upset - I didn't want to wake up.
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| Sunday, March 21st, 2004
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6:32 am - Regrets & LOTR
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I can't remember the first dream I had - only fragments of it. I remember that it was about him, Spoon. He'd come to me and I'd treated him complete disgain - really horribly. He went away thinking I truly hated him and then my heart broke with realizing he believed that and would probably never try to bother me again. I thought of never seeing him again and I couldn't stand it. I was running - running and trying to find him to tell him that I was awful and I didn't mean the way I acted, that I did love him, I would always love him as my dearest friend and first love and I didn't want him to be sad and go away forever.
This coincides with the dream I had the week of his birthday (the 11th) where I was in car and passed him hitchhiking on the Interstate. Whoever I was with wouldn't stop and I saw Spoon recognize my car and look so dejected. I got away about two hours later and drove back out to that stretch of Interstate, but I couldn't find him. I was so upset - had someone picked him up, had he just left? He had needed me and I'd let him down and I was just crying and crying.
My last dream was about the elves of LOTR. I can't remember exactly what all was going on, but I remember a marriage, and everyone growing older as humans do because of some curse. Then the alarm went off.
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| Wednesday, January 28th, 2004
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1:18 pm
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Two dreams stand out - they were very, very vivid.
The first I went to Sandy's house. For some reason, Tania and the girls showed up. I left soon after, and didn't even say hello to her, though I felt like I should - just to be the nice one. I remembered that I had met her before, and she had dark brown hair. In this dream she was small, with long blonde hair (dark blonde, a dirty-blonde more like) and pretty.
The second Baret and I were in my Miata on I-10 - we had the top down and I was driving. We were just coming up on the Grosse Tete exit, for some reason I was on the shoulder and about to pull back into traffic. I was going pretty fast, but suddenly had to slam on the brakes (unsure why). This isn't a likely scenario in real life, but in the dream, the force of the brake slamming sent the car over itself! The back came up and the car began to flip, I felt my head graze the cement of the road - I knew much harder than I actually felt it as I was pretty sure a good portion of my skull had just been ripped away. When the back of the car (the trunk area) hit the road at the end of the flip, it turned over and began flipping sideways into the grass on the side of the Interstate. Somehow, then, my seatbelt came undone and I went flying into the grass. I saw this from two views all at once - I was experiencing it, but also seeing it happen as if I were standing a few feet away. As I landed on the ground, I rolled once and as I came to lay on my back an enormous amount of blood (from my head) splashed over my face (as if it had been splattered from the force of my landing and spinning). I couldn't move and I absently wondered how damaged my already not-working leg was. I could only look up at the sky, and I saw Baret run up to me and look down on me - this look of fear and horror on his face. I knew that I looked bad. I knew, without seeing it, that my body must be a bit mangled or bloody and I knew for a fact my face was covered in blood and my head had a hole in it. I called out to him, "Baby!" but I still couldn't move. I began to lose consciousness and I was suddenly very frightened. I was afraid that if I lost consciousness I wouldn't wake up - that I would die. I was fighting it but it was becoming harder and harder to stay awake.
Then I woke up.
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| Monday, November 24th, 2003
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1:44 pm - Death & Re-Birth
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I had a disturbing dream last night. I do hate the ones where I have to experience dying. Dying in a dream is one thing, really truly experiencing every bit of it is quite another. The last time I had one like that I was in a car that went over a bridge, and it exploded. I usually die by explosion in my dreams – I must’ve perished this way in a previous life (or I’ll go that way in this one or one-yet-to-come). I’ve been shot in dreams before, and felt it – pain and everything. It’s not fun – as you well know. But I’ve never died from being shot before so this was new.
I was me, but I wasn’t me; and not in the way that you can sometimes be two people in a dream (seeing it in first & third person), but I was me in a different life. That’s the best way to describe it. I was petite and had long blonde hair, which was put up in two braided pigtails. I couldn’t have been older than my early-mid twenties. I was in this huge, what-seemed-to-be mall and was running away from two men. They were trying to kill me. I knew it was not a personal thing – they had been hired to do so. I got into an elevator and started going up – feeling that I might actually get away from them. Then this girl came in with me and told me she was going to help me. But she made the elevator start going back down to the ground floor – where they were! I begged her to stop and I was terrified. I started crying; I didn’t want to die. She told me that she was sorry, but she had to do this – that she was here to help me go through this so that I could learn something very important. It sounds as if she was on their side or evil, but it wasn’t like that at all. It was more like she was a type of spirit guide – I felt no malice from her and knew she was only doing what was best for me. I was running all around the elevator, trying to find a place to hide, crying and begging her to stop. The doors opened and I ran out. This was the front of this mall-place and it seemed to be in a huge city. Next to the elevator was a bookstore and a huge, round display of books sat outside on the sidewalk in front of it. I saw the men on the other side of it. I ran around the display and a book about Osiris caught my eye. As I ran around the other side, they were flanking me and I knew I couldn’t get away. Then a book on Isis caught my eye, and I grabbed it – feeling some sort of solace in seeing it there and holding it. I knew I was about to die, and I didn’t want to. The men came towards me and I sank to my knees, taking the book and holding it against my chest. I hung my head and just cried. One of the men stepped up, and he seemed almost apologetic that he had to kill me. He said to me, “That’s a good book, honey.” and I felt him put the barrel against the back of my head, just above and behind my right ear. It all happened very quickly – I closed my eyes and my mind raced in those few seconds and then I felt and heard the loud bang. It hurt, but like I had hit my head on something sharp and I could tell that I went out of my body almost immediately with the impact. It was all dark, and I knew that I was dead and in spirit, as I was still completely conscious in my mind. It was exactly like that when I died going off of the bridge in that other dream. The jolt (from such a violent exit) was stronger then, but the knowledge of being out of the body and knowing that I was dead.
The next thing I know – and I can remember none of this, really – was that I was going through a series of lifetimes. As if I were experiencing all of my lives – but only the very ends of them. I was going life to life and dying! Maybe it’s best I don’t remember them. As I came into each life, I was oblivious to all that had gone on before – as if I were really living just that life. I finally became aware of the cycle as I was an old man with white hair and a white moustache. I was a cop or something like it. I’m not sure what made me aware of it, but I suddenly realized what had been happening and I knew I would die again (in that life) soon. I didn’t, though. I saw a woman commit suicide – bullet to the head. Don’t know if that was coming full circle or what, but then the dream changed to something else.
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| Saturday, October 18th, 2003
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7:38 am - Snake Bites
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There was this green snake in my apartment - 'cept my place was the place we looked at yesterday - and it had these two black marks on the back of it's neck - looked like eyes. It wasn't a big snake at all, but I was positive it was poisonous. As Baret tried to kill it, he was bit several times and JoJo was bit several times. I was freaking out - wanting to take JoJo to the vet and Baret to the hospital - but Jo first as he was smaller and I feared the poison would do him in while it might just make Baret very ill. Baret wouldn't move, though - kept saying he'd have to take a shower first and it was no big deal.
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| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
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8:48 am - My Own Little Piece of Land
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I was buying property and moving a small house I was also buying onto it in my hometown of Maringouin. It was close to my family's house and I was all excited. The purchase was being made from a childhood friend, Dawn T., and I remember driving around in the dream, trying to find exactly where the land was.
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| Friday, July 18th, 2003
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6:34 am - The Decision
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The first part of the dream I had last nite is hardest to remember, as so many came after it - it was lost in that fuzzy haze. I was with Jeremy - happily so. We were just hanging out, and talking and I think we were in the plaryroom at Pa's. We talked about him moving in with me, now that he was out. I then had to leave quickly - as I was running late for a date with some friends.
I remember running down State St. with my clothes in hand, wearing only some panties. I stopped by some pay phones at the end of the street I live on (in reality there are none there) and put on my sweatshirt. The phones rang, and it was Spoon. Things had not worked out with his new love and he was talking about running off to nowhere. I told him, as I have countless times before in this waking world, that if things didn't work out here they wouldn't work out anywhere. He needed to stop running away and just stay in one place and *make* it work. He then said he was kind of hoping I would let him stay with me for awhile. My first thought was "hell no", but then a part of me kind of wanted it to be.
I told him I had to go - I ran home and Lauren, Jeremy (Lauren's Jeremy, not mine), Brand and my sister were waiting for me. Jeremy went ahead of us to get tickets to some show we were going to see at The Bayou (tickets were $44 for all of us - I remember that). When we got down there he was fighting with the bodyguard outside (a big, fat, nasty guy). He said he didn't remember Jeremy giving him any money - he'd pocketed our $44. We tried to calm Jeremy down and went to a little cafe across the street (in real life, there isn't one). The jerk followed us in there - I kept telling him he wanted to talk to the owner or manager of The Bayou. He was just fucking with us. As they were all arguing with him, I told Amber (my sis) my dilemna. "Jeremy and Spoon both want to move in with me! I have to choose one." She was shocked and said that really sucked - she understood that it was hard for me. I knew I was going to choose Jeremy, no doubt, but it hurt to cast Spoon aside when I knew he really needed me. Then the nasty bouncer grabs my sister's arm and starts hitting on her. I jumped up and cussed him, telling him to get his hands off my little sister.
Then the dream changes. My family and I are going to look at this trailer park we/they are thinking of moving into. It was very weird - even had it's own, small doctor's office on the grounds (where it boasted you could "have your baby" w/out ever leaving the park). It was actually a very nice place, and some of the homes there were actual small houses. We went inside to watch a video made by the park's owners (to show what living there was like). It was cheesy and took place in the 70s, obviously (had never been redone). Strangely, the video changed to this woman (the now deceased owner who was the mother of the woman showing us this) preparing baby panthers to be cooked! It was awful, they were talking about how they drugged the panthers, then killed them and cooked them. It was even showing footage of panthers in a zoo and telling how active they were and how the drugging effected them. She was "preparing" it, wrapping it up in this strange bag. She then went and got a big knife and was going to start cutting strips off of it - though drugged, IT WAS STILL ALIVE! I turned away - I didn't see her cut the baby panther. I found this part of the dream very odd as panthers are one of my totem animals.
The last part I remember is walking on this old, falling apart, wooden trailer with Mom. It was full of spiders - I remember seeing many spiders (and snakes around it). She was asking about Jeremy and I living together and I was telling her my hopes for our life. She said we might try hard, but may never make it past living a meager life in a trailer.
That was all.
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2003
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7:29 pm - The Real Slim Shady...is my boyfriend??
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So last night I dreamt that I was dating Eminem. I was at some show he was doing - he was walking down this small stage with screaming fans on either side. He didn't seem very happy about it, he told his manager he just wanted to be through with it; wasn't interested in being idolized like that. I caught his eye and when his bodyguard started fucking with me (don't know *why* he did - and the funny thing was he was Britney Spear's big black bodyguard), Em told him to fuck off. He grabbed my hand and we left together.
We spent the entire day together, just going places, eating, shopping - hanging out. He was really cool, but it seemed there was a part of him that was sad; no one really understood him. I did, though and we were cool. I don't know if were dating or just hanging out - there was no physical contact or anything like that (damn it - a much cooler dream would've been having *sex* with him!); mostly we just talked a lot. He reminded me of Jeremy a lot - his eyes; something about his eyes.
Anyway, it was a pretty cool dream, hangin' out with Eminem all day and riding around in his limo...
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| Monday, April 7th, 2003
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10:33 am - Night of the Living Dead
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I was at work and a family member called to tell me that my aunt had died. I went home to be with my family. As I, my sister, her boyfriend, my brother and my cousin were standing outside talking, we heard someone call my cousin's name. We looked up and it was my aunt - coming down the road towards us a la Night of the Living Dead. She was stiff and starting to rot a tad - it was hella creepy. The next day, we were all sitting around my grandfather's den discussing this bizarre phenomenon when she walked in the door. She came to sit with us - and I realized her teeth were coming out - and they were fake. We then realized it had all been a hoax - she had never died, but had cooked up the plot to try and get my uncle to not divorce her. She kept laughing about it as we tried to explain to her that it was *not* cool nor funny!
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| Thursday, April 3rd, 2003
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9:15 am - Being Kelly Osbourne
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The dream of last night was an odd one - but aren't they all? I was Kelly Osbourne, and I was pregnant. I remember being very stressed out - the media was giving me hell. I remember screaming at them to "Fuck off". So I went to my good friend, Madonna for advice. She lived across the street from my grandfather - with her husband and two kids. I went back to hang out with my family and they were having a big party (I was me again, and they were my actual family). All of a sudden we realized it was Christmas Day! (Madonna reminded us)
There was another dream I had - but I now can't remember it. If it comes to me, I'll add it.
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| Wednesday, March 12th, 2003
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7:49 am - From Plank Road to Paris
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Only fragments of all. There were others beforehand I can’t remember, but the first I do was going to somewhat of a class reunion. We were all sitting at tables, like we used to in the gym cafeteria. We were remembering people’s nicknames and laughing. I remember Jessup and Donnie (Robocop) especially. Next dream I remember being with Spoon. Of course, upon waking the energy was so similar to Jeremy’s. But in this dream, it was Spoon. We went to one of those apartment complexes that used to be houses on State St. One room was abandoned and Spoon set it up - candles, food, and shit. We were going to just spend the evening together, chill and have sex. It was apparently our anniversary. Then all these people showed up who lived there and we just chatted with them. This was one of those complexes where the apartments are just rooms - not full apartments. I remember Theresa Persick being showing up, too - a niece of hers lived there. Next thing I remember walking with Brand on some railroad tracks around Plank Rd. We were looking under the tracks and finding remnants of people’s food and shit. We found a newspaper - Brand wrote someone’s phone number on it to be silly - and it was that day’s paper. When I picked it up I saw an article had been written about Spoon and I - the people there thought we were so cool and had the sweetest relationship. It was continued on another page that wasn’t on the ground - so I wanted to go and buy the paper. My Mom had even contributed a poem about us, but I couldn’t find that page either. Next, I was planning to go to France with Robert! I was at Pa’s with my family, and we were all talking about it. It was a last minute decision - and even though I was on crutches, I was still going. I remember flying to Paris and us getting our hotel room with two other traveling friends of Robert’s. Then the alarm went off.
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| Monday, March 10th, 2003
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7:48 am - King Kong
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(as told to Sam)
vamp_lynx: I had a strange dream last nite
samathas_studio: tell me oh tell me
vamp_lynx: It had something to do with what you were telling me last night - about autism (sp?)
samathas_studio: oh girl you need to tell me
I worked in this place where we took care of children like that - but then it got attacked by this huge monster (I think it was like King Kong) - they had mostly evacuated the children - but one child - a baby was in front of me
samathas_studio: oh.....
vamp_lynx: I picked it up as I heard the thing approaching - everyone else had left (went to some kind of shelter) - I peeked around a corner and Kong saw me - man he was HUGE - it was terrifying - I was running from him, darting under things (it was like in a factory)
vamp_lynx: Somehow he died or went away (I think he fell in a big hole - I don't know). Then the lady who was head over the place told me I was fired - that I'd fucked up - b/c when I ran I ran towards the children's rooms - with the monster following me. I tried to explain that didn't matter b/c they'd been evacuated, but this had some deeper meaning for them. I then woke up.
vamp_lynx: I looked different in the dream- and I'm positive I had blonde hair. It was me, but it wasn’t me.
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| Monday, December 16th, 2002
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7:47 am - Expelled Heart
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From where I can remember, I was at work & Bob was sending a few certain persons out to take this test. It had something to do with the Legion, but it also would put us in a position to do something; I can’t remember what. Bob wanted me to take it. We had to go downtown, so a bunch of us left and I followed Lauren (the student worker). But then I decided to stop and see how Spoon was doing before going there. I think that’s what I did, b/c the next thing I remember I was at Spoon’s place. He was sick and he had thrown up this huge thing - when he showed it to me I told him it looked like his heart. Indeed, it was. He said the doctors had sent him home saying there was nothing really wrong with him, but then he threw this up once he got home. I begged him to go back to the doctor - and that I would go with him, as I was feeling sick, too (before I went to bed last night I was feeling nauseated and continued to do so in my dreams). I knew I needed to go and take this test - but I was too worried about Spoon. I asked him how long he thought he could live without his heart, and he said he’d probably be okay for about a week, but after that he didn’t think long. He was very nonchalant about it - in that carefree-Spoon way. He just said it very matter of fact, but it upset me to think that he would die and I hugged him. I convinced him to go to the doctor. We went and they were going to take some blood. I called Bob to let him know I couldn’t make it to the test and he told me Johanna (a woman that works in Boilers right now) had fallen over the weekend and hit her head. She was in a coma, and if she didn’t wake up in nine days they were going to pull the plug on her. The next thing I remember was Spoon and I trying to figure out a way I could get a doctor’s excuse (b/c I ended up not seeing one) since I had no time left at work. I remembered having an old, blank one (for some reason) and told him I’d fill that out. Then the alarm went off.
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| Sunday, December 15th, 2002
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7:47 am - Christmas Visit from Mo-Mo
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Baret and I walked into the playroom - we were going to my family’s for xmas I think. And Mo-Mo was standing there behind the pool table. I almost fell - from shock - and asked what she was doing there. She was in a happy mood, as always in these dreams, and came to hug me. She said she’d come to visit for xmas and bring everyone their presents. She produced a whole bunch of wrapped presents from behind the pool table. I went into the kitchen and Mom, Pa-Pa and Uncle Keith were in there. I asked them if they knew who was here - and Mom said she did. She was telling U.K. and he seemed very accepting of it, smiling and nodding. Then Mo-Mo walked into the kitchen and Mom beamed. She asked U.K. “Can you see her? She’s right there.” But he couldn’t - yet he didn’t stop smiling. I think he felt her. She gave everyone presents (which makes no sense b/c no one else could see her - but in the dream I knew she had given everyone presents) and then she went across the street to give Mrs. Elsie a present (in the dream she still lived there) and talk to her. She didn’t give Mom or I presents - we wondered if this is b/c they were special. But now, in waking, I believe seeing her there was the present. Also, now, in waking I realize this is one of her regular visitation dreams - it had all the elements, she’s already gone, it’s always at Pa’s, she always hugs me and I’m always shocked to see her, no one can see her but me. Yet, in this dream, Mom could see her, too. I wonder if that’s b/c xmas is drawing near? I must call Mom and tell her about this dream.
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| Friday, June 21st, 2002
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7:46 am - My Murder
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I had a horrible dream this morning - I dreamed Jeremy and I were living together. It was nite, I had went to bed and he was out somewhere - no telling. Someone broke into our house and attacked me - they stabbed me bunches of times in the chest and stomach and I died. Then this guy rapes my dead body - nice, huh? Then Jeremy walked in and saw him and shot him in the head. *shudder* Talk about bizarre.
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| Thursday, June 6th, 2002
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7:45 am - Why Were We On a Bus?
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The first dream I don’t remember much. I was with all of these people, and we ended up in a parking lot at Winn-Dixie. They all went inside, but I stayed out in the car. It changed to me in this car trying to masturbate. Mico appeared and he was helping me out - it was very real.
The next dream I was in a big bus with Mom and Amber, and we passed by Kelly’s house and he was there with his family, outside barbqing. We thought we saw him anyway. The bus stopped up the road and an older man came to talk to us. I said I thought it was Kelly (it looked like him a bit) but Mom said he was too old. He was Kelly’s dad. Mom gave him an old book and he said he hadn’t read it in years and was excited. He brought us back to the family barbq and led us to a room where Kelly was sleeping with his stepson in a bed. Napping. Mom couldn’t help herself and lay in the bed next to him. He woke up and started talking to her, he looked over at me (Amb had stayed in the bus), but only asked Mom if I was her “offspring” jokingly. They visited and Mom asked him if it was okay that she’d come over and that she’d been afraid of trying to be friendly with him and he told her it was no big deal - he didn’t mind at all and didn’t care what people thought. We all went to the living room and his wife was in there (a big, fat Mexican looking woman - she was nice to us). Then we were about to leave and Kelly looked straight at me and asked me something - something like, “So you trying to get attached to me or something?” ‘Cause I was staring at him. I said “No”. And he started talking - for the first time since we’d been there - like he knew and really always wanted to meet me, and hoped I would come over and visit - that I was welcome anytime. I told him I’d like for him to come and visit me also and maybe have dinner one day, and he said okay, cool. I hugged him and we left. It was cool.
current mood: chipper
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