thieves and wild animals
last night i had the most vivid dreams. first, shortly after i had woken up at 4:00 a.m. and had fallen back asleep, i dreamed that we were being robbed. i was in my bed, and it was as if i hadn’t fallen back asleep. suddenly i heard people in my house, coming up the stairs, and then my front door to my apartment (which i can see from my bed) opened, and two people entered; a man and a woman. they were talking, and slowly moved down the hall toward my bedroom. they didn’t appear to be interested in stealing anything in our apartment; didn’t even stop to look for the stereo or computer or anything. they just came straight for the bed, and as they entered the room i sat up and the woman attempted to put a gunny sack over my head. as she did, i screamed and jerked away from her. when i did this in my dream, i also did it for real, and since i was sleeping with my arms across my chest, when i jerked i scratched myself (i have pretty long fingernails) across my left breast and totally drew blood. it hurt so badly that i woke up, terrified, breathing heavily and wondering what the hell the pain was on my chest, still totally expecting to see the two people standing in my bedroom . i went into the bathroom and saw the scratch marks and was really surprised. i don’t think i’ve ever actually physically hurt myself before because of a dream. i’ve definitely woken up several times scared as hell, but never do i remember suffering physical damage.
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last night i dreamed my little sister died. how, i do not know, but for the entire dream all i was doing was crying. crying until my stomach muscles hurt and my face muscles hurt and i was just exhausted. the entire dream, nothing else happened – all i did was cry, with my mom popping in and out trying to calm me down. so when i woke up this morning, although i was relieved that it had only been a dream (though kind of edgy, waiting to see if someone was going to call to tell me she actually had died in real life), i felt like i had been up all night crying gut-wrenching sobs. and now i’m tired.
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last night i dreamed i was stuck in an airport. all night.
i had a really bad headache all day yesterday, and as i am not one to pop pain killers at the first sign of a symptom, i stuck it out and tried all other “remedies” i could think of: eating a banana, drinking Emergen C (i am going to take so much of that stuff to Nepal with me!!), drinking lots of water and tea, had a strong cup of coffee, ate lunch… but nothing worked until i popped 2 advil around 3:00 and miraculously it disappeared. i know, i know… .*duh*, that’s what it’s for, but i have also gotten fairly fast headache relief from the other things i tried too, and i feel better about it.
so then i got home around 6:00 and forced myself to go back to the gym and go to yoga at 7:00, which turned out to be just what i needed and i got all stretched and relaxed and warm and calm. got home, read a book, did the dishes, watched some south park, got into bed, read national geographic, and went to sleep.
and dreamed about being stuck in an airport all night long, until about 5:00 a.m. when the cat, who was lying right next to my head, started coughing up a hairball and i had to toss her off the bed really fast. absolutely wonderful sound to hear at 5:00 a.m., really. got some sporadic sleep between 5 and 8, and now here i am, back at my desk.
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well i made it back from FLA safe and sound, without a hitch. on the way back from the airport last night i saw B. on the train and we talked about some old times and caught up. hadn’t seen him in a while, and i think the awkwardness is gone now. however, i think seeing him flipped some kind of switch in my brain, because last night i had a long involved dream about M., who i almost never think about anymore. the dream was strange because in it there was not a moment of hesitation between us, and even when we were together i always felt that there was. it’s funny how after a while, those old relationships — friends or romantic — that have fallen into the past seem to take on a whole different feeling in your mind — the reasons you broke up or the reasons you don’t talk anymore are somehow gone, and all you remember is how much you had in common. at least, for me, that’s the way it is. i’ve only had a couple of not-so-good breakups with friends in my life – never had any terrible romantic losses, so now when i remember them, i only remember them fondly.
so it’s 4:00 in the afternoon and i just got out of bed – i was SO TIRED yesterday. i guess it’s a sign of getting older that i absolutely could not sleep at my grandparents’ house, or other people’s houses anymore. even after adjusting to the three hour time difference, after being there for 4 days i was exhausted and slept like a rock last night. we went to Epcot Center on Friday, and i kept trying to convince my parents that Vegas is almost like Epcot, only better 
last night when my cab from the train station pulled into the neighborhood i got a little freaked because there were cop cars EVERYWHERE, and as we rolled down the block i was sure it was my house that was broken into or on fire or something. but, it was the apartment complex down the street that was on fire, which sucks. i hate to see houses burn down and think about all the people standing out in the cold watching their lives go up in flames. i’m going to go over there and see how bad the damage was; i couldn’t tell last night in the dark.
gonna go get a cup of good strong coffee before it gets dark, and come back home and clean up this pigpen of an apartment we live in. going back to work tomorrow, and now jay and i really have to get our butts in gear and start training and getting stuff together for our trip to Nepal and Thailand – lots of gear to get and trip details to organize. so many things on my “to do” list that it’s rather daunting. the days off work and little bit of a vacation did me good though, i think, and i can’t wait to get 2003 underway
this is getting ridiculous
my dreams are really getting out of hand. i’m seriously worried about my subconscious.
i was really stressed last night when i went to sleep, because the next three days of this week my company is doing it’s annual three day training course, and being the training coordinator for my firm, i have to get everything ready. anyway, here are the dreams i had last night:
1. my childhood home caught on fire. jay and i were living there instead of my family, and we were desparately trying to save our belongings. in particular, i was trying to save my wardrobe.
2. my windshield got smashed and i had to get it replaced at a cost of $600.
3. i started getting really threatening emails about stock i hold in some company that was apparently going under or being audited by the SEC or something, and in the midst of preparing for the training seminar, had to try to do something about it.
i had one or two more dreams that i can’t recall right now, but i know they all involved extremely stressful situations. i really need to do something about my stress level. medtitating and exercise aren’t working.
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so last night i had this totally weird dream where i was making out with mick jagger. i think it’s because before i went to bed i was watching “top 10 rock star bad boys” or something like that on VH1 and he was on there.
in the dream we’re somewhere that feels/looks a lot like Lake Tahoe, and jay and i are laying in a bed in some sunny room – just lounging, wrapped up in blankets. it’s kind of a crappy room – mattress on the floor type deal – and through the door walks mick jagger – he’s not wearing a shirt and has on his normal hiphugger tight pants — and he’s all poutyfaced and sad looking. “what’s wrong mick?” i say, and he just crrrawwwwls into the bed and puts his shaggy head on my chest. jay doesn’t say anything but then gets up and leaves. not in a mad way — he just leaves.
now in my dream mick isn’t all hot and sexy. he’s like a little sad boy – he’s smaller than i am – bony and light and small, and he’s very sad and not talking or making any noise or anything – just laying next to me breathing in that sad, heavy way. and i’m enjoying having him next to me – i can smell him – and i’m trying to make him feel better without having any conversation with him — just sending him good warm energy from my mind and body — and then we kind of start making out …. but not much — i won’t get into the details here — but after a short while we suddently both get up and go outside to the lake and start to play in the water, which makes mick happy. then suddenly mick’s gone and someone else takes his place, and the dream takes a different turn.
i think dreams are very interesting. i love how dreams are so much more about what you are feeling – and not what you are really thinking or seeing. sometimes i wake up from a dream and only remember the intense emotion – i don’t remember what actually happened or who was in it. i think i have very vivid dreams. some people tell me they don’t have these kinds of dreams that they remember and cherish – i feel bad for those people. they are missing out.
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