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Tuesday, June 4th, 2002
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7:44 am - Dreams of Legolas
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Last nite, 'cause I'd been playing Everquest most of the evening with Baret, I dreamt of a fantasy world. It was like I was playing the game, but I was in it. Mickas and I were in a forest - he was fighting some goblins that were too high level for me, and I was hiding just under a small drop in the ground....and I fell asleep! This is b/c last night as Baret and I were finishing up my warrior armor quest, I was falling asleep and my char. kept running into walls. I woke up b/c one of the goblins attacked me - and suddenly I was in trouble - three of them were around me. Someone just behind me started killing them and I thought it was Mickas. This guy grabbed my hand and we ran....all the way to somewhere on Faydwer. He was an Elf, I could tell, and he was speaking to me in the elf language very quickly. It was a lovely language - and as I looked over at him, it was Legolas! We ran until we were safe and kinda passed out in exhuastion in the abandoned cabin. I woke to see someone digging around in our stuff - at first I thought it was someone he knew - then I realized it was a thief - some gnollish creature with spiked purple hair! He grabbed all of our weapons and I yelled "Thief!" just as he was running out. Legolas tried to go after hiim but it was too late. He explained to me the creature would spawn again in this certain amt of time (again from the game) and we'd go kill hiim then and get our stuff back.
Then the dream changes to more modern times and he lets me crash at his house. It got strange - all these ppl came over and come to find out my sister was getting married, and I was supposed to be getting in touch with the groom's brother's friend to bring some "goodies" with him to the wedding as a present for the couple. I was lamenting on how I'd failed, the wedding was today - but come to find out, Legolas was the guy I'd been meant to get in touch with and it was very strange that we'd "run" into each other the nite before. The bridesmaids were going to wear nothing but jeans and satin white bras. LoL - it was nutty. The whole time I'm trying to hit on Legolas.
current mood: ecstatic
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| Saturday, March 30th, 2002
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7:43 am - Four for One
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There were four -
1. Baret having sex with J.D. at Pa’s house. This was one of those very sexual dreams. I was turned on, being in the next room (to allow them privacy), and hearing them and seeing them as I walked by turned me on so much I kept touching myself. There were other parts to this dream that I only remember involved the pool yard, near the outside wall of the fireplace, and the green frog bathroom in the den.
2. Romeo & Juliet - it was like the movie, same people except it turned out that I became Juliet. I remember only Romeo going to her home. They were building a new thatch house, and she wanted to be a chemist. She sent in samples of something (a mark on her baby brother/sister’s head..the soft spot) but they sent it back saying she was wrong, it was not detrimental. Romeo and her cousin soon realized by the color of the sample that she’d sent the wrong one. She was happy to realize that she did know what she was talking about.
3. Soon after this it changed to a huge town party taking place on the street at Pa’s (which in this dream was somehow combined with Main St. in Maringouin). We decided to enter the talent contest but there was so many of us, it was ridiculous (all these girls, mostly from high school). I suddenly now remember, leaving work to go home for lunch and bringing Toni Blanchard. I was showing her my name files and she was interested in a name similar to her own, Thoni.
4. Being part of this group, and we left the town we lived in (there were more than 10 of us). We were chased out of town by the cops b/c we were speeding (we were wild and crazy), and the caused major havoc on this river we crossed (basically caused huge wrecks and everything begin to blow up and capsize...people were killed). Somehow, in the chaos all of us survived and I next see us sitting with the local authorities, who believed us to be law enforcement from a distant town. They told us they were putting us up in a hotel, and all this other crap. The guy talking to us had his wife there, and they were incredibly cheesy. I remember sitting next to him and making all of these faces, wicked grins and “this man is so stupid its hilarious” faces. Mico was part, and my lover, and I remember feeling him staring at me the entire time...across the table. I would look up and lock eyes with him here and there and we’d give each other these very knowing looks - as if we agreed that the man was whack, and Mico was thorougly enjoying my mocking faces. I felt a strong bond b/tw us...as if we could communicate without words. It was one of those rare dreams in which he looked exactly like himself.
current mood: crazy
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| Wednesday, March 6th, 2002
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7:43 am - Kidnapped!
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This was one of those super-realistic dreams. However, not only was it realistic, it did not have the usual nonsensical jumping around that regular dreams do. Everything happened in a logical, time-line manner. It began dreamy, as I was riding a bike to work, and knowing I was going to run late. My knee hurt, and I didn’t think I could make it. I passed by this restaurant. Outside, a guy was standing and he asked if I wanted a ride somewhere. I explained to him where I was going, and he said it was near his house. He didn’t mind giving me a ride. He told me to follow him inside so he could clock out, and I realized it was the restaurant that Spoon’s girlfriend worked in. I didn’t want to go in, but I did. He told them he was leaving, and we got into his car and drove off. I was a little uneasy, but had basically gotten to where I didn’t care. I just couldn’t make it on the bike anymore. He told me his co-workers had been leery about his driving me home b/c they thought he’d take me to his dealer, where he bought heroin, and he laughed. I looked him over again, and noticed he looked a bit flushed and nervous or high-strung. I told him whatever if that’s what he did, but not to bring me along. Well, of course we end up stopping by. I’m not thrilled about this. He goes in, to get his stuff and I stand outside. There are, literally, tons of people at this house. It’s in a crappy neighborhood, a run-down old house. Most are in their late teens, early to mid 20s. They are all their doing and buying drugs. I watch as two girls, obviously identical twins, stand their going about to go in. “Don’t leave me,” one tells her sister, but the sister is already stalking off, having bought her shit. I’m standing outside with all of these people. There are multi cars in the driveway, and people just walking up, milling around, leaving and coming. The guy, who looks similar to the actor Lovitz, but younger, comes out with this bag of white powder. Now, in waking, I know this isn’t correct, but in the dream he pours the whole thing in his mouth and immediately starts acting all hyper, as if he’s on pounds of cocaine. In the dream, this was heroin. A woman walks by, she has short blonde hair, and its apparent she lives here and is a big part in the goings on of this house. She’s walking around, distributing drugs, checking on people. She tells him that she sees he’s taken his heroin and asks him how it is, to which he spastically enthuses and raves on how he’s feeling. We end up just inside the kitchen. The same woman is there, and it is evident to me that she likes this guy, who I find out is named Chuck. Not long after ingestion, he starts to come down and feel bad. Like shit and he looks like shit, too. He starts yelling at me and at her, and she says something about his not liking people much when he was like this, and maybe we should leave. (Note, at this part of the dream, Baret is with me. He continues to be so, until I indicate later. Though, I believe this was not necessarily Baret, but another incarnation of him as this dream was realistic and vivid enough to have been a past or future memory. If this is something I really experienced, or will experience in a future life, he was or will be there, but I believe he was female...b/c no other men are in the position he falls into with the rest of us. I think I only saw him as Baret b/c that is how I know him in this life. This feels very right to me.) He goes off the deep end, wanting to know why we don’t like him, and why in the hell we’re leaving. Then, things get really fucked up. I don’t remember the details of this part, but needless to say men are stupid and men who have eaten away most of the brains they have with powerful, synthetic drugs are even stupider. Somehow, Chuck decides to take all the women in the place, except the blonde-hair chick who I think was named Tammy, and lock them in a giant closet. No one is leaving. All I remember around this time was immediately after; Chuck and the few male friends that stuck around for this stupidity opening a closet door and all these girls and young women are in there crying. I’m one of them (Baret was, too, and this is the last he is in the dream). They pull a girl out, and slam the door, leaving everyone in darkness. The dream seemed to fast forward, to where this went on for years. Of course, I don’t remember details - I probably don’t want to - but next thing I see in the dream is either months or 1-2 years in the future. I see everything as third-person now. The girls are all prisoners, sex slaves. Chuck, and four male friends live here, along with Tammy. She’s his girlfriend, but she is afraid of him. He’s completely lost it, as delusion and grandeur are prominent in his mind - he is king of this sex palace. The guys are afraid of him, and listen to him. The girls stay in the closet, are chained to furniture around the house. Sometimes they can walk around. We’re all unclothed, and they take us and rape and beat us whenever they feel the desire. There were about 8-10 women slaves. The men, all nasty do nothing but eat, watch TV, do drugs and fuck up the slaves. They think this is the coolest thing - b/c they’re getting away with it. They think Chuck is one awesome guy for orchestrating the whole thing. I see one of the guys harassing Tammy in the kitchen, asking him why she lets her boyfriend fuck all these girls. She tells him to fuck off. She looks much changed from the day I arrived - circles under her eyes and strung out. Next, I see myself walk into the living room. Only one guy is in there, sitting on the floor watching TV. I hear Chuck in the bedroom, fucking one of the girls. I hear the bed squeaking, his yelling and grunting, her screaming. It’s a regular sound in this house. I try to ignore it. The door to the kitchen is closed, and I know no one is in there. Meekly, eyes cast down (we’re not allowed to look at them), I ask him, “May I go into the kitchen?” He tells me yeah, not able to be torn from his television. I sneak in, and look around. No one. Quickly, I go over to the door that leads outside and open it as quietly as possible. Once outside, I drop to the ground and crawl on the grass until I’m behind some tall bushes. Then I crouch until I make it to the street. Once there, and near out of sight from the house, I run. This elation is mixed mostly with terror that they’re coming after me, and shock at being out in the open. We must’ve been captive for quite a long time. I see a black man in his yard, watering flowers and his little girl. I run towards them, screaming “help me” and “they kidnapped me”. The little girl is shocked, and tells her father to make me leave. But, I run straight into his arms. He obviously can see something terrible has happened to me. The minute he puts him arms around me, I begin bawling. He picks me up and carries me into the house.
I know not if the police went and rescued the other girls, but that is what I felt happened. The next I see, are the five men, sitting outside in their backyard. I imagine they’re out on parole or something. They’re discussing how cool their little set-up was while it lasted, and how could they do it again. A shadow looms from behind them, and they look up to see a group of men standing behind their waist-height bushes. One leans forward and throws a photograph at them. “Remember this girl?” he asks. “That’s my sister.” Other photos are thrown at them and a chorus of “that is my daughter”, “that’s my girlfriend” rings out. The men know they’re in major trouble now. The men line them up in front of the bushes, and the guys try to sweet talk their way out of the mess. One gets shot in the foot for this very thing. At the sound of the gun, Tammy runs out on the upstairs balcony and yells, “No.” One of the family members’ gets her. She knows her fate, and tries to laugh but is crying. She looks so strung out now, it’s awful. The man walks her a few feet away from the others, makes her kneel on the grass, then shoots her with in the stomach with her rifle, and walks away. I remember the blood, her crying and grabbing her stomach and knowing she wasn’t going to die right away. She knew it, too, and I felt that, in some way, she knew she deserved it. I didn’t see them kill the rest of the men - though I know they made them kneel and shot them execution style one-by-one....after beating the crap out of them. Sounds more like a movie than a dream, doesn’t it? It felt like it.
After that, I remember pieces of a dream where I was dating Mico, and he introduced me to his mom. She really liked me, and was hoping I could straighten him out - lead him away from the life he was living. I remember staying with her at some point, and her husband - whom I don’t know. He just slept a lot and snored. She didn’t like him, and I think he beat her.
I woke up after all this.
current mood: scared
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| Tuesday, March 5th, 2002
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7:42 am - Spoon, The Great??
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Don’t remember but bits and pieces of these dreams. I’d been playing Everquest all nite before I went to bed, so that explains some of it. The first dream I was in this beautiful house, that either belonged to me or my parents. It was near the ocean. It flooded, so I and my companions - Johnnie and Baret? - swam to some foreign island. I remember being so excited to view another culture.
This changed into this enormous village. It was Everquest. We were playing, but in real-life. Everyone looked like an Everquest character. Spoon was leader over this village and they loved him much. He was announcing his retirement from the position and people were crying after he gave his beautiful speech. A great celebration was held in his honor. She was there, though only a friend to him. I felt no threat from her.
current mood: indescribable
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| Sunday, March 3rd, 2002
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7:41 am - Could it be?
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Spoon called, and was being all sweet - like he can be. He said he’d been wanting to talk to me, was sorry we didn’t get to hang out at Mardi Gras, and that he had wanted to tell me something. He said he really missed me, and had been wanting to try and give us another go or something along those lines. I told him no. I felt him strongly after this dream. This is odd, I haven’t dreamt of Spoon so in a long time. Before I went to bed this night, I’d been thinking how I was over him, didn’t feel upset over him a tad, had really forgotten him. All of a sudden, he’s returning in dreams and I’m hearing our songs on the radio. Could he be playing the old tricks?
current mood: contemplative
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| Sunday, January 13th, 2002
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7:40 am - Escape
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Last night I dreamt I was driving around in this car, and was having trouble driving it. I’d just left this sort of school, which was the dream before this one that I can’t remember. I was on LSU campus - something happened that I now cannot remember and I arrested and taken to trial - and found guilty. I was sent to prison - but the nutty thing was that it was an all male institute. Go figure. I was freaked out - I was handed some orange clothes (I know I was in for murder or attempted murder and some type of robbery) and a few things and I slowly sat on my bunk and folded these things up, put them together. This old black man started talking to me - I got a good vibe from him - and he was sort of telling me how it was going to be. He asked if I was alright and I told him I was upset because I couldn’t contact Mico - who could at least tell me what to expect or do. We were in this room with a bunch of bunks, men and this one guard who looked like a judge watching us. I looked down on my bed and saw these ripped pieces of hard plastic and the black guy told me they were weapons being passed around and to hide it well on my person. I put it just under my sleeve, next to my wrist but he said not to go out of here like that, they’d find it. Then a nurse opened the door and looked strange - and she fell into the room dead! She’d been stabbed in the back. This guy jumped in and threw everyone switchblades and said it was a break out. I followed everyone’s lead and tried to hold the knife the way Mico taught me (though he’s never taught me this). We were running, crawling, and around a corner I lost the line of guys I was with. Fuck, I thought, I don’t know my way around here. Adjoined to the prison was this all girl’s boarding school (go figure again) and - the best part - the people chasing all of the inmates were old fat ladies with little chiqua’s and pomeranian’s. I saw the girls’s shower room ahead of me and they were all in there and I thought, “Yes!” if I could get to the shower room and steal some normal clothes and get out of this prison garb they wouldn’t notice me. I ran in, but some girls saw me, I tried to play off as normal but my outfit, and the knife in my hand, sort of gave me away. Then, the girls decided to help me because they hated the warden (this mean, evil woman who was warden over the school and prison) and they gave me clothes which didn’t fit. Two other inmates made it as far as I did and we dressed them up like girls, too. We got caught the next day - well, the guys did, when we went swimming. The evil warden realized they had no breasts - and she had them drowned. I’m not sure if I was caught and drowned, too - because I didn’t see the drowning, just knew about it and don’t remember myself being in the dream after that. I remember seeing the girls’ punishment - all locked in these strange, glass jars for 3 days or weeks with no food or water. Then the alarm went off.
current mood: weird
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| Tuesday, January 1st, 2002
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7:38 am - Furlong
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Last night I dreamt many dreams - I cannot remember the first right now. It will come to me later. I woke up around 3 am and went back to bed and dreamed this next dream - Brandon, Lauren and I were going to visit Mico at Angola. We got there and realized Lauren wasn’t on the visitor list (I’d forgotten). She stayed behind and hung out with Kent Lemoine, who at this point had apparently come with us. Brand and I went to visit Mico and he was so much like Spoon - much more than usual. They let us take him from the prison on a supervised outing. We went to a park, watched a little league baseball game, a lake and then went to a movie. We went to a hotel, and even though a guard sat right outside our door - we enjoyed being able to lay in a bed together. Then they took him away. I thought we were going to stay the rest of the night but Brandon wanted to head back. B. C. came into my room and was getting advice on this woman he’d almost had an affair with but who wouldn’t leave him alone. He said he thought he’d learned his lesson with his first marriages and wouldn’t cheat anymore, but he didn’t know what had come over him.
current mood: happy
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| Tuesday, December 25th, 2001
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10:03 am - 007
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This nightmare last night was so bizarre. I was lying on my bed, except my roof had no ceiling, and there was a helicopter above. I was on the phone and the helicopter was shining a light down right on me. I was talking to Seven and he told me “they” were after me. I don’t know who they were, but it had something to do with Angola guards. Seven told me I had to get away, and I snuck downstairs. By this time, they’d landed and were everywhere. The dream sort of changed and they were now all ninjas. They were looking for me, but I was able to sneak onto the street and walk the other way without their ever seeing me. I came to another street and went into this building. This man, I don’t know who he was, was there. I knew him in the dream and had the idea that he was teaching me how to fight (kung-fu style). I told him I could take on the people that were invading everywhere, but he told me I was not ready. He bid me hide in a room alone and watch him fight and I would see it was too much for me to take on. I hid in the other room, but there was this woman hiding in there also – she was a nun (I think we were in a convent), but I knew she would start screaming when she saw me and get me killed – so I snuck up behind her and broke her neck! I did, and oddly felt no remorse. I felt it was what I had to do to insure my own survival – which was crucial for some reason I don’t know. I was able to see through a window to watch my partner fighting and I knew I was not yet skilled enough to be taking on these enemies. Then I woke up. It was strange and it felt very real.
Another dream fragment from this night was going to Lauren’s house. There were these people in the yard, and we were locking the door and hoping they wouldn’t try to come in. Jeremy, Lauren’s boyfriend, was in the dream. We went to my house and I skipped work to go to their house. I wish I could remember more.
All these strange things kept happening.
current mood: predatory
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| Sunday, December 16th, 2001
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1:24 pm - Leaving the World of Opposites
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this one is real piecey ...i am having trouble remembering most of it. All i remember is that something major happened in this small town/community that I lived in. They made us all evacuate our homes. I ran back to mine, to get a few things or something ...we had lost lights and the tv was out - no stations would come in because it was like the end of the world or something. A guy came up and asked if we wanted to leave with him - to travel to an existence where everything would be better and happy - all good all the time. I told him no but most people wanted to go with him. I told him I did not want to never be able to experience pain, anger, and sorrow again. He said it was always sunny and perfect climate and I told him I would miss storms and blustery, windy days. I did not want to travel with him too this place of perfection. I wanted the experience...I did not want to leave Earth.
current mood: thoughtful
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| Saturday, December 15th, 2001
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1:22 pm - Royal Intrigues
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There were many dreams - but this one stood out the most and was the last I had before waking. It was I and Eric, my ex, and we were in a pool - we started kissing and realized we really liked one another again. Then the dream changed to where there were two main characters - I was watching in the third person and was also the female. They were royalty and fell in love. But she was betrothed to someone else - they made a plan to expose the husband-to-be as adopted, and not of true royal blood. This would cause him to be shunned by the town and unable to marry her. They got a special potion from a witch that, when poured on the person, would turn their shirt red like blood (or actual blood, not sure which) if they were not of royal blood. They planned to do this at the huge rehearsal supper. Somehow, the husband-to-be caught wind of what they were doing, and turned the tables. He had a drink poured on the prince and his shirt turned red! He was adopted and had not known. The people of the town turned on him and threw him out of the castle. Woke up after that. It had a very real feeling - very moviie, real-life like.
For some reason, dreams that have eric in them I think are really extentions of Baret. Because I feel baret, not Eric when I have those dreams. The two are similar and Baret does remind me of Eric a good deal.
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| Friday, November 30th, 2001
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1:21 pm - Blue Moon Dreams
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Full Moon/Blue Moon
Last night was the first time this has ever happened to me. I had tossed and turned all night, and ended up falling asleep around 3:00 am (exactly) finally. I am not sure if it was the weirdness I'd been feeling all night due to the Blue Full Moon, the ‘Witching Hour" of 3AM - or both. If I fall asleep at 3 AM, I always go into really creepy, trippy astrals. I went into this strange astral, though I was conscious dreaming, it was more of a dream. I was with Amber and we went and woke Johnnie up. It was like we were children again. We were going to sit down and try to do something - unsure what it was, it was some type of spiritual thing - we had tried before but it hadn't worked. It was strange yet so real. We were looking up at the Moon, commenting on it being the Blue Moon, and then it sort of melted away and all the clouds started turning into shapes and actual pictures. Amber and I were watching this. All of a sudden, I was closer to consciousness and realized I was astraling. Instead of being able to calm myself, and take control of it as I've been doing - I freaked out I heard (and saw in my mind's eye - not in my vision) the glass sliding door at Pa's being opened. I needed to wake up and I started freaking out. I could see Gillian on me and see Baret next to me and kept crying out and trying to move - but of course my body was not moving. I suddenly and very abruptly came slamming back into my body and into waking consciousness. This happened so abruptly that I literally gasped out loud as if I were just coming up from underwater and had been needing air. It was so loud it woke up Baret, who thankfully started shaking me awake because I kept slipping right back in. I gasped again, not as loud, and the third time came out of it enough to turn myself over and into Baret's arms. I immediately started shaking - sobbing and laughing at the same time. It was an enormous wave of emotion. I think the combination of the Blue Moon (even though it was the day after the Moon, this 3 am would have officially been Dec. 1), about to start my monthly cycle, and the Witching Hour that caused this coming back into my body as if I had stopped breathing. I was very shaken after this.
current mood: drained
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| Wednesday, November 21st, 2001
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10:20 am - On the Run
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My dreams have been really vivid lately. Night before last I dreamt my little brother died. It was terrible. And as the dream changed all the night, that recurring theme stayed present. No matter what was going on in the dream I was conscious of the fact that he was dead, and kept telling everyone. I was so upset. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him. We’ve gotten so close; I love him dearly. Last night, I dreamt again that I was in prison. I think this was after you called – I can’t remember what I was dreaming when you called. I can’t remember dreams if I get jarred out of them suddenly. I went back to sleep and dreamt I was in prison – except this was a much more realistic prison than in the previous dream. Brandon and John were in there, too. I don’t remember what I was in for, except that I remember they had 15 years each and I had 20. At some point, the three of us escaped. We’d gotten as far as Alexandria, John’s hometown. We stopped at a gas station, and the people recognized us from TV. We quickly left, but they got us a few hours later at some house we were staying at. It sucked. I wish I could remember what I dreamed after that
current mood: devious
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| Wednesday, November 14th, 2001
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9:52 am - A Murder Amid Spanish Music
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Last night I had the most realistic and strange dream. The past few nights have been filled with bizarre dreams, and this was no exception.
I was at Lauren’s. Per usual, all of her little friends were there. There was a party going on and I think it was a Halloween party. Everyone was talking about Candace. She’d been missing for a few weeks and no one knew where she was. After the party, while cleaning up we found that someone had left a large duffel bag. We assumed it contained Halloween stuff, so Lauren told me to take it. I put it in the back of some old, broken down Jeep Cherokee in her back yard to claim later. I went back to Pa’s, where I was living, and remember going on some sort of hiking trip with someone. Lauren called and told me that Paul was calling, going nuts and wanting his bag back. I asked if I should give it to him and she said she didn’t really think so. She said she’d told him she hadn’t seen it and didn’t know where it was. I decided to go and give it back anyway because I don’t trust that group. I went over there, and showed two other girls there where the bag was. They wanted to know what was in it. I went inside to visit with Lauren, who was cleaning house. We heard the girls calling Lauren, and shouting that she had to come see something. We walked over there, and standing next to the crumpled bag on the ground was Candace. We both were shocked. I hugged her, even though I didn’t know her as well as the others, and all she could say was, “Oh, my god.”. She was pretty calm, though, apparently in shock. Paul had taken her and put her in the bag after she broke up with him. He’d been holding captive all these weeks and no one knew. She was pale and thin and looked pretty bad off. The cops were called, and her parents showed up. She didn’t cry until she saw her dad. My Dad took me driving around to talk to me about it because I was shook up. The dream sounds silly – her being in a bag at the party and us carrying it around and no one noticing – but that’s missing the point. It was a very real dream. She told us stories of how he’d put snakes in the bag with her and how he’d tortured her.
Later in the dream, she was dead. I’m not sure if the dream changed and she didn’t survive the kidnapping, or she died afterwards. All I remember was Brandon performing the autopsy. He let me go in with him. She was covered in bruises, stab wounds, and cigarette burns. Brand was telling me how he thought his license to do that had expired, but he didn’t care because this was for a friend.
The dream changed to where I was in this huge house. Someone was talking to me, in my head, but they weren’t there. I have the feeling I was waiting for them. I think it was Mico. He was telling me to walk up these stairs. I wanted to find a room where I could dance to Spanish music, and he was directing me on how to get there. This long, narrow and creepy staircase led to the room he told me in my head, but I was apprehensive. I went though, and entered a room where two Spanish men were – one with a guitar and one with a microphone. I walked down to the ballroom and began to dance as they played. I turned into this beautiful Spanish woman, and began to live her life. Apparently, the musicians were my father and brother, and we were leaving the room – then my alarm went off.
current mood: indescribable
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| Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
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10:06 am - In the Slammer
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Last night was bizarre. I woke up and was trying so hard to hold on to all of it. It was so real! I’ve now forgotten the first part of the dream, but I remember being in a strange house. It was similar to the trailer I grew up in, but it was mine alone. I remember telling someone “they” were after me and that I was going to get arrested soon. I did, but I do know that I was innocent. I can’t remember what the crime was, though. I was locked in this room that was supposed to be a cell. I assumed I was waiting to see the judge so I could plead or something, but they came and got me and I realized they were taking me to prison. I kept telling them they couldn’t do that, I deserved a trial, but they ignored me. They locked me in a real cell this time and I was there for awhile. I kept thinking I had to get in touch with you, because you knew all that legal stuff and could tell me what I could demand and expect. This big lady came to get me, and I assumed I was being brought before a judge finally. But she started taking me to this certain camp in this huge prison for women and young kids. She was sizing me for shoes and clothes. She was nice, but couldn’t do anything to help me. This camp was bizarre! All the buildings were painted colorfully and most were made out of these huge, foam puzzle pieces. Everyone kept eying me as I walked through the outside area, and I knew I was going to have to prove myself – I remember thinking, I’m the new kid around and I’m going to have to fight to prove I can’t be fucked with. I was scared, but not showing it. This lady is still giving me this tour of the grounds when I see the, I don’t know what she was, the warden for that camp or something. She was like this old, mean looking bitch – like Judge Judy or something – and dressed in this blue and gold uniform. She had all these people around her in uniforms, also. I think I went to try and talk to her, plead my case or some shit – then my alarm went off.
Strange, huh? It was such a real dream. There were other, smaller and minor parts – like the nice lady leading me around with this trained cat because they were somehow better than dogs. All I remember was that the warden lady was evil and keeping people there who weren’t supposed to be there on purpose – she knew I’d had no trial but she just wanted people in her camp. It was all an evil plot.
current mood: Wrongly imprisoned
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| Thursday, October 4th, 2001
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10:19 am - Atlantean Nights
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After I went back to sleep, I had the strangest dreams again last night. I believe I was back in the land of Atlantis (you know all of us lived at least one past life on that old land before it sunk into the ocean - one of Atlantis= 3 civilizations lasted longer than our current civilization has been around - they were all eventually destroyed by natural disasters, one of them being the floods chronicled in the bible). Anyway, in my dream I was back in Atlantis, I believe, I was hanging out with a bunch of friends and we literally were riding around on a flying carpet! This is not so strange, as ancient Atlanteans used Aley lines@...points of high energy and magnetic pull....between different high energy points as types of roads to float along or pull heavy stones or equipment along. If you have ever studied the ancient Aley lines@ in Europe - that connect ancient standing stones, ancient cathedrals, and other old, magic spots - they run in exact, straight lines across the countryside. We, today, lack the ability to create such things - but we=re getting there. When people in and around Atlantis had discovered such modes of transportation and levitation their civilization had already been around longer than ours has. This >magic carpet= floated, not very far off the ground, along these obviously predestined straight lines. I don=t remember us swerving or turning - just going from one point to another. It was strange, but a lot of it coincided with things I have been reading in my book on Atlantis.
current mood: excited
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| Monday, September 3rd, 2001
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1:15 pm - Debate with the Catholic Priest
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Last night I was very tired and fell into one of those very deep sleeps...where I usually wake up and have trouble remembering what I dreamt about....those are the dreams that usually are real, and later bring themselves back to light in flashes of deja vu....I actually dream about little things that will happen......I remember parts of two though....one involved mo and I was at her house, spending the night, and a tornado was coming...and we were trying to listen to the radio and decide what to do...it was late at night....I have a very strong feeling from this dream......another we, I don't remember who just a gang of us, walked thru this church..there's so much more I can't recall....and I got into a debate with this catholic priest about my beliefs and those of the christians..his points were good, but so were mine and I felt I was knocking his down but he refused to see it...then I remember a school bus and the false river academy parking lot as it looks now.....wish I could remember more b/c these have a more powerful nostalgia about them than most!!!!!!
current mood: nostalgic
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| Saturday, August 25th, 2001
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1:14 pm - Temporary Escapes
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Last night I dreamt of Mico....as I wanted to do. He had slipped out of prison and was hanging out with me and a few friends at what appeared to be a mall. He had this way of being able to leave for awhile and come back before they ever noticed he was gone. I and someone else went off to get something, and two of the people we were with came and found me. "Your boyfriend is getting really upset!" They told me...."You need to hurry up." But it was the other person taking so long (I think it was my brother). I went to the place where they all were, laying low. We were trying to get him back in time, but time was almost up. We walked towards the doors, but all these cops were around and so we just sat, by the doors, to look inconspicious. Then all these people started showing up...and my whole family came in, and all kinds of other people I knew. They all sat in these benches around us, and then a news crew came in. It was wild. Mico was sitting a few feet away from me, two people in between us..our friends. We couldn't let the cameras catch his face because they would definitely recognize him, so our friend that was sitting closest to him started kissing him. I was a tad jealous, but I knew why they were doing this, so I just didn't watch. Finally, the camera crew and everyone went away. It was now too late for him to sneak back in, and they were starting to look for him. He and I took off, and ended up in this abandoned rental house we found on the side of the road. We realized, once we were inside that it was the first time we'd been alone together...ever. We got all hot and heavy...almost had sex..but I told him we should close the windows and move the white truck we'd parked outside around the back...just to be safe. We were also hungry so he started cooking something...there was food in this house. Then the people that lived next door came over! She told us she hadn't seen us move in, we must've done it quick and she visited ‘til we asked her to leave...'cause we wanted to have sex. She had no clue we were squatting. Then I woke up, and never got to the sex part!
current mood: annoyed
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| Thursday, August 23rd, 2001
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1:12 pm - Remembering Past Aggravations
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Wish I had written these down before today (Saturday). Something about Spoon coming to visit and bringing all his friends with him....and he kept leaving me, saying "I'll be right back" and hanging out with them all night. I remember him telling me that in my bedroom (we were at my parents' house), ‘cause we were going to have sex. I fell asleep waiting for him and woke up the next morning to find him and all of his friends passed out drunk in lawn chairs, the backyard littered with beer cans. I had another dream where I lived in a house I didn't recognize. It was night and I was pregnant and there was something wrong with the pregnancy. I was crying and the man I lived with, don't know who he was, was holding me. A girl, a good friend, came over and I was telling her everything.
current mood: aggravated
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| Thursday, August 16th, 2001
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1:11 pm - The Restaurant & The Theme Park
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There were so many! I kept getting woke up every few hours by the phone ringing (I swear it rang over 6 x's!) or the cats. All the dreams were strong ones....ones that stay with you heavily, but I can only remember fragments of some; and I know there are others I have forgotten. I remember the first one, pieces of it, that I rode with Mom to New Orleans to drop Amber off to stay with Lance, and then she had some stuff to pick up. This was something they did every weekend. Then we went to this place where the road actually ended up in a river, you were going along and just got dumped into this river. Around the river was a restaurant, like Tunk's in Alexandria. We were meeting Mom's old friend, Jenny there. Sure enough, there she was. We got a table and the dream got real strange b/c I was seeing it from two perspectives. In one, it was I, Mom, and Jenny having lunch and their chatting about the old days. In another way, I could see them as they were back in the 70s, younger, thinner. It changed that there was another girl and she was having trouble meeting my mom, though she didn't know why, but I knew why b/c my mom was really her mom. Maybe she was I. It was strange. She told this to the other girl in the bathroom.
I can't remember where it went from there, though I think that's when we ended up in the theme park. My family, including Pa, went to this old theme park they were renovating. It was odd that it took you along a track, then dumped you in the water, too. Most people only had their feet dangling in the water (as this passed over a large body of water...I think the Miss, as happens in a lot of my dreams), but I was so short I was in the water all the way to my chin. Dad held me up. There was a lot more to this one when we got to the end of the strange ride, but I can't remember it now. There was another where I found this really good photo of Meeny and Mo-Mo and me Amb and john were in the background, really young, standing in front of this old plantation. We went in and started talking to the old lady that had restored the plantation. I wish I could remember more of this one.
current mood: peaceful
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| Friday, August 10th, 2001
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1:10 pm - A Pregnancy, A Concert and The Ex
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Last week I had the second dream I've had that Amber was pregnant. These dreams are very strong and real.
Last night I had many dreams; this is the first in awhile that I've been able to remember any part of my dreams...probably b/c it's the first time in awhile I've slept in my bed alone. I suddenly remembered this dream a few minutes after I woke up. It was a Spoon visitation dream - I woke up feeling him strongly. True to the visitation-dreams, I've been feeling him thinking about me and hearing certain songs on the radio that don't normally com e on. Indeed, as I write this, I remember being at a Dave Matthews concert at The Bayou in a dream last night with Brandon and Spoon. I also remember some dream last night that involved an N'Sync concert and I remember thinking "Chuck would love this; I wish he were here." Anyway, I remember Spoon came to visit. We kept hugging, and joking and laughing. I remember clearly looking into those eyes of his....he wanted me to take off work on Thursday (it was Wed. in the dream) so we could hang out together that night and all the next day. I kept telling him I couldn't, as I'd taken off already that week. He kept insisting b/c we wouldn't be able to spend Friday together b/c he had to go and take care of his school stuff...his going back to school for culinary arts. After that, we could hang out but neither of us wanted to wait. I kissed him good night and went to bed; he didn't come and sleep with me, and I went to work the next day as I said I would. He went and took care of his shit, and we got to hang out. We have so much fun together in these dreams; just like when we get together in real life. I awoke feeling him strongly.
current mood: nostalgic
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