Sunday, February 03, 2002

I hate when I can remember that I dreamed but can't remember what I dreamed. I remember parts though.

I was getting er... naughty... with a paraplegic. Don't know why, and it wasn't just me. See, it started out as me being in a bath tub, and 2 girls were yelling at me (?) and I was fighting with them, but then I ended up pulling them into the tub (at different times) making sure they got completely wet. They were friends of mine, apparently. Anyway, those 2 girls and I were all getting frisky with some guy in a wheelchair. I don't know who any of these people are. Anyway, after all of that, I was walking back in Otsego, only it wasn't really Otsego - just was in my dream. Anyway, this guy I remember from High School, Jason, was talking about how they sent flunkees to "special" school - which was really the High School incinerator... weird. It was referred to as an incinerator in my dream, but it was just a building... though maybe it was a garbage sorting building?

Anyway, with this Jason guy (whose last name I can't remember) I was going up several stories and along the walls, there was a massive amount of graffiti - most of which was filthy and had to do with Santa Claus. One particular one I remember is Santa Claus having sex with a dog, and Santa is shouting out "77" and the dog was thinking "77". Yeah. Weird.

So we reach the floor we were going to, and there was a woman who for some reason, I want to think of as Edna Crabapple from The Simpsons, only she wasn't a cartoon. She was getting into bed with some guy (Seymour Skinner?) but she was dressed in a sort of lace camouflage so she'd blend in with the curtain... she was thinking "nude". Someone walked into their room (not me) and she was trying not to be noticed.

Meanwhile, down the hall, Laura was trying to get this headset to work. I had been watching Austin Powers earlier - or listening to the soundtrack, maybe, but I was doing it out loud, so I didn't use the earphones... but they weren't working right, so I was being blamed. There was a short in the plug, I guess... so she had to wiggle it in the jack to get it to work. She was visiting with someone else, and they were the one using the ear phones.

Saturday, February 02, 2002

I dunno. Something's messed with me. Last night, I dreamed that I was peeling my face off. All my skin was coming off, and I was peeling it off in one large piece - and even pulling it off my skull... the skin pulled off with my hair strands staying attached to my head, through holes in the skin. What the hell?!?

Thursday, January 31, 2002

First thing I remember, we (including Grandpa) were getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner, and for whatever reason, he was driving a tractor to go get a live chicken to kill for dinner. (Weird, since we've NEVER had chicken, but yeah, whatever.) Anyway, I begged him not to kill this chicken - and I took her as my pet. I named her Chickpea. (cute!) She was following me everywhere and I was always so happy to see her. I cuddled her and petted her. After waking up, I'm actually kind of sad that chickpea doesn't exist. Later, I was in a meeting with some people from Office Team (they weren't real people, just the people in the dream were supposed to have been with Office Team.) The chick was trying to get me this job, but apparently I wanted too much money or something. It was weird because the people seemed to be saying they'd pay $75k/year but... anyway, whatever they were saying confused me. So I asked the chick and she explained that it wasn't good news... and that she's partially to blame because to try to sell me to someone once, she referred to me as 'labor'. So I was angry... and I was in Plainwell High School, only with a different layout. I kicked a door or something and shouted "I HATE OFFICE TEAM!!!". After a while, Chi McBride came along in a druid-style robe and asked me what happened. I told him about Ms. Incompetence, and he said something like 'that girl had better leave before she hurts herself'... which gave me the impression that she'd done something similar before. Anyway, I was trying to tell him something else when he and his mother (which, having never seen Chi McBride's mother... I have no idea why or how I came to the conclusion that she was his mother...) went into this auditorium which was now more like one of the classrooms in the Moore building at CMU. I was still talking when he walked into the auditorium/classroom, but I stopped because it looked like some ceremony or religious gathering. I instead turned to walk down the hall, and I realized that I had taken off the clothes I interviewed in and I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless shell. Weird. On my way out, there were candles which I seem to remember (in the dream) as having some religious significance - they were dipping candles like at a renaissance faire... so I took a stick that had 3 or so of them on them, and I dipped them. The weird thing about that was that in my mind in the dream, the wax was cold, but it was still liquid.So anyway, after dipping the candles once, I went out to my car and was getting in and noticed the Incompetent Office Team Chick walking with her daughter to her car. I decided to follow them. They, however, made it out of the Plainwell High School parking lot before I did, and I couldn't see whether they turned toward Otsego or Plainwell, so I gave up and just went home (Grandpa's house) Plainwell way. When I got home, we were having pizza, only "we" included Dan and Roseanne Connor and Laura, her brother, and... I don't know. A slew of people I didn't know. So I went to get pizza, but the majority of the pizza was gone, and the cheese pizza was reserved for Jim - but she let me have some anyway. Chickpea was there. Something else happened in the dream, but every time I start to remember, it vanishes from my mind.

Monday, October 16, 2000

All I can remember of my dream is potatoes. Seriously. So, looking in the handy-dandy Dreamer's Guide to Self-Discovery, I find the following entry about potatoes:

Potatoes: Seeing potatoes in a dream, signify that love will be offered to you, but a foolish ambition will cause you to put it aside.

Suuuuuuure. I have lots of people offering me love. So many, in fact, that I just choose to "put it aside". Hmm... I know there was more to the dream, but I waited too long before looking it up.