analiengod

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 13:00:20 GMT

I kept having dreams where things went wrong at work.

First, I went to go see a movie with someone and there was a dickhead in the audience. Then the movie never showed. The projector was broken or something. In the dream, I had to work that day, so I went back home to change into my uniform and relax for a while. I relaxed too long, and didn't start getting dressed until 10 minutes before my shift started. Ended up being late.

Then, at work, all of the equipment was broken and removed, and we had to do everything by hand. All we had was the counters in the middle of the stand. Almost everything we serve requires equipment of some sort. We had to practically become chefs to make everything the customers wanted. Needless to say, we were swamped.

Then I had to go to the bathroom, so I did. It was a really strange bathroom where you needed an employee keycard just to lock the door. I had to pee too bad to bother with that, and while I was peeing some people came by and pushed the door open to bother me. Next thing I know, the toilet is filling up to the brim, only it's not a toilet anymore, it's one of those rolling janitor's buckets with the thing that wrings the mop out. Michael Moore is in there with me. I spill the bucket. He has to clean it up.
Then I run into some people who work there, but aren't on-duty that day, and I stop and talk to them...overstaying my break on such a busy day. I get back to the stand and the boss is pissed and writes me up. I begin to fear losing my job.

I don't have any of these problems in real life. I am always on time and I come back from breaks when I'm supposed to.

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 14:01:35 GMT

Slept with malachite under my pillow last night, as it's said to aid in dream recall. I think it worked. I can remember a few dreams. Some of the memories are vague, but that's okay.

•I was at work. The things that happened there were really a blur. I do remember that it was a Friday. In the dream (not in real life), the Friday managers turned on these white flourescent lights in the lobby. I remember being glad they did that, and looking forward to working because of it. It just made the place brighter and more positive.
Then, at some point, the counters for the vending stands were being moved around. The whole configuration of the place was being changed.
Later on, I remember being outside, wandering a neighborhood with some friends. They knew one of the guys I work with and it turned out that he sold weed. (I know that the real-life version of this guy would never do that. He wouldn't even smoke it.) My friends were telling me all about how you had to go through this ridiculous ritual in order to get it from him, or else he wouldn't sell to you. You would have to say a certain thing to him, and he would say a certain thing back, and you would have to reply a certain way, etc. And the ritual also involved actions. I was frustrated because my friends only ran it by me once, and it was so long and complex that I couldn't remember it. But we all went to his house. We were in his room, and he began pulling out secret stashes of small amoutns of weed from all over his room, packing bowls and letting everybody smoke...except me. My turn was to be last. Someone even handed me the pipe once, and he told them to give it to someone else instead. There was a specific pecking order in place. This guy was very ritualistic and particular...not really like his real-life counterpart.

• I was at home. The place kept shifting and changing into different houses that I've been to in my life. Not sure if that was significant, because that kind of thing happens in almost all of my dreams. Anyway, lots of things happened there, too, but all I remember is being in the garage and coming back in, with Tigger following me. The door hit him as it closed, choking him a bit. He came in and began coughing and then puked a bit. I got some paper towels and started cleaning it up. It was near a coffee table. Then, Tigger lifted his leg and started peeing on the leg of the coffee table, too. So I got more paper towels and cleaned that, too. Somebody let him outside. I heard them yelling at him and maybe spanking him. Soon, I went outside too. There was a guy out there about my age, he felt like he was a brother or cousin or something. He was a part of the householdl, that I know. He started talking to me, and I just told him to turn around. He kept talking, but did turn around. I spanked him.
Later on, I was inside and startd worrying about him thinking that was my way of flirting with him.

• I was waiting for a bus, and listenig to my iPod. The song was a Rancid song that mentioned catching a bus. The city was San Francisco. I was visiting or something. There were lots of people at the bus stop. Soon, the bus arrived. There was a man standing outside the bus collecting bus fare and letting people on. I was the last to board. A woman coming off of the bus pointed at me and said to the man collecting the fares, "Can you give him his dollar back? This bus is really crowded." I remember thinking to myself, "What concern is it of hers? She's getting off the bus!" Apparently, in that particular dream, people first board the bus, then the people who want to get off the bus do so. Backwards. So, once I paid my fare, tons of people came off the bus. It was almost empty when I got on it. What a silly woman, trying to keep me off the bus.
I walked toward the back and sat down, watching the people around me. Most were older than me, middle-aged, but I caught sight of an interesting-looking girl my age with a tattoo on her arm. I glanced at her, but she saw me, so I continued turning my head, pretending to be watching some kid running up the street. Soon she got off the bus. Then, a woman sitting next to me started talking to me, as if we had a conversation going earlier. She was obviously confused, mistaking me for someone else. Possibly crazy or, more likely, drunk, I thought. She kept referring to things she'd said before I even got on the bus. I felt awkward, and I kept looking at some of the other people on the bus with that, "Do you know what kind of drugs she's on?" look. They returned sympathtic, laugh-laced smiles. I smiled back. We were all amused by this woman and her ramblings. She seemd to be under the impression that we'd had a history together, telling old stories to try to jog my memory. But I had never met her before in my life. Soon, we got to her stop. Before she stood up, she said to me, "I'm Melinda. Contact me in a week. Know what I mean?" She winked. Once she was gone, I just had to say, "I just...got on....the bus! What the hell?" Everybody laughed. The woman was much older than me and...let's just say....definitely not my type.

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 03:59:03 GMT

I waited all day to write this down so I don't remember much. All I remember is that I had a Darth Vader mask that I kept putting on. There was some breathing tube that went into my mouth, and it made the heavy breathing noises just like Darth Vader does. I kept taking the mask off, when there were people around to talk to, but then I couldn't breathe, and had to put it back on.

The meaning of this dream is pretty obvious to me.

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 16:05:01 GMT

I dreamt that I was hiding somewhere in my house. It was a strange house, with elements from both the first and second houses that I've lived in. Some of my family that I live with now were there (My aunt and my grandmother, and some other people). I saw a rat, and so I immediately came out from hiding to tell everyone. Then suddenly, I saw another one. The first was black and the second was white. They scurried around all over the place and I didn't know what to do about them. I was afraid of them, because I thought they might be carrying some terrible disease. I ran around too. After a while, the white one jumped up from the floor all the way up in the air to bite my finger. At this point I was even more scared, since any diseases the white rat had would be contracted by me. Suddenly, I noticed a wooden baseball bat in my hand. I thought of using it to smash the skulls of the rats. I raised the bat to do this a couple of times, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Soon, my aunt asked me for the bat and told me she would do it. I left the room, but could still hear when she bludgeoned each of the rats.
Then I went to call my mom, and the phone rang and rang, and then an operator came on, saying that she was re-routing my call. The phone rang again, but instead of my mom, I got a message recorded by her, saying that her house had burned down. She said she didn't know what happened, but that maybe one of my cousins was playing with flammible things in the shop. I was frantic and started to cry. I was sad that my mother had lost everything again, because she'd already had a life of loss. I missed the last part of her message, in which I was sure that she mentioned a number where she could be reached. This was because everybody was talking too loudly. I told them what happened, and that they should be quiet so I could get my mom's number. Then I called again, got transferred again, and listened to the message in its entirety. But this time she made no mention of where she coudl be reached.
I went to her house, only to find that it was totally intact. There was a swimming pool in the back yard, and I went back there to find her laying back on some floating inflatable chair. Her friend was there. I yelled at her for doing a thing like that, setting up the line transfer and leaving a message saying that her house had burned down. I asked her why she did it, but she had no answer. I told her she had acted like a little kid. Her friend picked up the box from some Jello they had both made. The box read, "Jello: Adult Formula," and her friend said "Look," and pointed to the part that said "Adult Formula". She started to explain that they ate adult Jello, so I must be mistaken about my mom acting like a kid. I told her she was full of shit, and that just because someone eats adult Jello doesn't mean they're an adult on the inside.

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There was also another dream in which I was supposed to meet Karianne at a fancy hotel. She had driven there, and so had I. I couldn't find a parking space, so I parked illegally to go check out the parking garage where she had parked. She had told me about it, and mentioned that it was free. The only cost of admission was that you had to demonstrate somehow that you were a listener of Q101 (the local "alternative" radio station in Chicago). Because of this, I was totally unwilling to use the garage. The garage was really nice, with plenty of spaces available. I got a little bit sullen that I couldn't use it because I didn't even want to pretend that i liked that stupid radio station. I went back to my car to find that it was already being towed. I told the guy who was towing it that it was my car and I had only left it there for a few minutes. He was nice enough to stop towing it and let me have it. I got in the car, and drove away. I wasn't gonna park in that damn Q101 garage.

Fri, 12 May 2006 20:10:45 GMT

I had a really odd dream last night. This one was so weird.

I was riding in a car with my father and someone else, I don't know who. I looked up into the sky and I could see a jet flying, really, really high....to the point where all I could see was the white vapor trail it left. Then, it came down low enough that I could make out its shape. Soon, it came even lower, and it didn't look anything like a jet anymore. It was really large, the size of a semi-truck, but with very tiny wings. At that point, it seemed more to me like a spacecraft than an airplane. It was mostly blue in color. Soon, another craft flew near it, this one primarily red in color, and much, much larger. They seemed to be in a conflict or struggle of some kind with each other. Soon, the blue craft crash-landed and a human-looking man in a blue jumpsuit came out of it and headed towards us. I think we ended up bringing him with us and talking to him, but we also fled the scene, and got the hell out of there. We ended up driving to the house I live in currently.

It wasn't long before the FBI was ringing our doorbell. I let them in, and they asked me what I saw, and I went into great detail telling the Fed everything that happened. I was in the middle of relating the story to him as I began to wake up. I was very aware that I was still dreaming, but waking up, and I was glad to be waking up. I didn't want to be stuck in the house with a federal agent. I consciously chose to wake up.

Mon, 08 May 2006 00:34:36 GMT

I haven't done so well with updating this. I went for a couple of nights without having any dreams that I remembered, and then I fell out of the habit of writing them down when they started again. All I have at this point from the last few nights are fragments.

There was one dream where I went back to work at Old Navy again, except things had changed. Eric wasn't the boss anymore (I always hated that prick). One of my co-workers (someone who doesn't exist in real life, but did in my dream) had become the boss instead, and I was glad because he was someone I got along with. Things went better. They still had me working in the fitting room a lot, but I didn't mind because I liked it better than running things back onto the shelves.

On another night, I had a dream about Karianne coming here. I don't remember too clearly how things happened but I know they weren't good. Either I was an asshole towards her, or I was an asshole towards everyone else and she didn't like that. Either way, there was conflict between us.

Last night, I dreamt about having an argument with my aunt because she had all kinds of rules that she was subjecting me to. I was angry because I'm not her son and she really has no right to do that.

My mind is a mess. That's all I really remember right now. I'm going to write in my other journal.