Wednesday, December 29, 2010


Somehow, Alvin and the Chipmunks met Twilight. And I met the revived mother of King Tut.

There was a journey.

Friday, December 17, 2010


I was a superhero dude. I had a green outfit. I was at the prom with my chick, when these huge bad guys attacked us. Somehow, the meat of a ravioli spoke to me. Some lady was in trouble. I told the chick this and she was liek, "Whut?" "You know how you make ravioli for your family?" "Yeah?" "This ravioli spoke to me, and it wasn't for family." As if that was enough reason for me to go save some lady.

I go to the place on a tiny scooter. I can choose between a go-kart-like thing, a sweet motorcycle, and this scooter that's hardly big enough for me to fit on, but I choose the scooter because it's small enough and makes tight turns like no other. Suddenly, I come to the awesome realization: I can choose a hovercycle as well. If you've ever seen Generator Rex, you'll know what I'm talking about. So my legs turn into the hovercycle thing and I wind through this path like I've done it before. I have gone through these tight turns and narrow doorways before. I can't touch the chain-link fences or metal poles, because they'll make noise and I'll be ambushed.

I never make it to that lady.

In another dream, Mario is Link. Link is Mario. Link has a broken Master Sword, and Mario lost his parents in a haunted house. Mushrooms are everywhere, and a ghost floats in a room that Mario must go into. Mario is a worse coward than his brother. He goes into a downstair room, looking for his parents, who are upstairs and each enter different rooms. Mario must go through the game searching for his lost parents.

Friday, December 10, 2010


I'm in a store/cathedral-like place. I dunno. There are chairs like pews and windows like a mall store. There are zombies everywhere. I'm not sure if they're Left 4 Dead zombies or Resident Evil zombies or a new breed of zombie that is both fast, strong, diverse, and turns you into a zomb if you get bitten. Whatever.

Anyway, I'm in this place battling zombies with my mother, step-father and brother. Suddenly, I'm bitten buy an asian zombie. I kill him, but I still turn into one myself. But, instead of totally losing control and crying, "BRAINS BRRAAAIIINNSSSS!" I am still humanly sane. I look over and see a seriously fat zombie guy. He thinks I'm a zombie sister, so he invites me to kill my family with him. Somehow, he's blood-thirsty and sane. Okay. I'm not sure exactly what he's doing, but he extends his hand to me as if I were to take it. I do. We semi-tango over to my family. Right before we get to them, I shove him away. But wait! That wasn't part of the script!

I'm in a movie. The fat guy looks at me as if I'm retarded. The scene has been cut so that I can look over the script. Apparently, I shove him in a different direction. We don't try again. Instead, I see myself in newsreels, like E! news and stuff. I'm going to be in the new zombie movie. Somehow, I'm prettier. I have shorter hair. I almost look like Taylor Swift.

I wake up, stretch and turn around. My leg cramps up and I writhe in pain. FFFFFFFFFFF.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


I was looking for something. I could have been Thanksgiving, or maybe I was looking for the lost Thanksgiving. I dunno. I woke up and it was toasty in my room, thanks to my new heater that my parents bought.

Monday, December 6, 2010


I see House in a get-up that looks similar to what my dad would wear: khaki shorts, birkenstocks, too-tall yellow shirt, and something I can't ever see my dad wearing, a sun visor. He's going to work like this. He doesn't give a shit. I like that.

Saturday, December 4, 2010


I'm looking into the backyard and see my dogs out there. The grass is greener than usual. The backyard, acutally, is larger than usual. Someone is mowing the lawn. The dogs are freaking out and attempt attacking it. I look away for a second for something I don't remember.

When I look back, I see Zuzu running to the door with one hind leg held up high. On his foot is a skinny but long-wire round brush. A wire has stuck through his precious foot. I freak.


I bring him inside, and hope to disinfect his foot before extracting the brush. I'm afraid he'll get infected anyway, since he's so dirty.

I never take the brush out. I woke up.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


I think there might have been something about a centipede.

Definetly bones, organs and rotting flesh. I watched Bones last night.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


I watched some of Blue Lagoon last night, and I dreamt about it. I don't remember the specifics. D8< All I really remember was waking up cold five times throughout the night, and sleepily, tiredly pulling the afghan back onto me after it fell off the side.

My grandmother's a sweetheart, and I love her crocheted blankets, but they need to be tamed. xD

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


I dreamt I was in a room.

I think.

I dream a lady could only eat certain things a certain way.

I think.

I dreamt about characters in the Sonic series.

I think.

I woke up cold five times. My mother got me at 7.

Thursday, October 28, 2010


I don't remember much, now at the end of the day, but here goes...

I was in ESO's house. I've never been there, but I knew I was in there. I was in some room that was out of the way and off to the side. There were a couple couches, a coffee table, and a whole shitload of paper all over the place. Like, this was the room that held all kinds of files for all kinds of things--legal documents, etc. It was like a teacher's back room.

I sat down near this area where there was a built-in bench sort of thing with a fireplace in it. Like most fireplaces I have seen, it has never been used, so the paper doesn't have to worry about igniting at any point near Christmas. There is a pitcher of iced tea in front of me. I know it belongs to ESO's family, but I help myself to some. Suddenly, I hear someone say, "What are you doing?"

I stand and search for the source, since I don't know where it's coming from, but it sounds like ESO. Hey! There she is! Hiding somewhere underneath this rolled-up carpet... or in it, I'm not sure, but she was sleeping there. I thought she was at school, and the house was empty, but I guess not. D8<

"Hey, what's up?" I say, like I came here everyday and there was no problem with my being here in her house, uninvited. She began to crawl out of the carpet-blanket thing, explaining the whole time that she decided to ditch today. But I realize she's naked, so I'm like, "Put on some clothes, plzkthx."

Suddenly, the door opens and we freak out. Neither of us are supposed to be here, and we find places to hide. I decide to duck and cover underneath the couch--but the couch is a set of reclining chairs, and I worry that her dad will sit on one that I'm underneath and recline in it and hurt me and then I'll scream and my cover is blown. But he never sits down, and I wake up.

I go back to sleep and have an even funkier (if that's a word) dream.

I'm in the Bakugan world, and the Prince Hydron or whoever his name is is there. He takes off the blonde wig he's been wearing this whole time and out flows this wavy black rush of hair. It's all silky and gorgeous-like. He has a little brother, somehow, who has the same-ish hair as him, only cropped shorter, because he's younger. THEN his twin brother appears and tells us all how this "war" started and that he's returned to end it.

So, the "war" is over and we celebrate like drunk monkies. I'm in the mall and I have an unlimited amount of toilet paper rolls at my disposal. I go crazy TP-ing the whole mall, and invite my friends to do so, despite my mother trying to tell me not to.

Then, after the TP-ing, there was something about shoes, and then my mother gave birth and so did my sister. My mom's child--or my new baby sister--is so tiny, like a premie, but for being a newborn, it's super cute. My sister's baby is HUGE. Well, normal for a 7-month old baby, maybe even a rather fat year-old, but HUGE for a newborn. I'm holding my baby sister. She's warm, and kinda wet-ish-feeling.

I wake up and my arm is in the perfect position to hold a newborn baby.

Thursday, September 30, 2010


I am at school, and I just left my locker. I walked down a couple steps and I saw Danielle there, walking towards me, with someone else--it looks like Sean, or Tate. Some guy with a bulky build. Anyway, I almost walk past her, as if I didn't know her, but I know I know her, so I decide to say Hi. I remember she told me something, but I don't remember what it was. I remember she wore that pseudo-leather jacket of hers that she knows she'll get shit for when she wears it because it looks like leather but she's supposed to be vegitarian.

Josh said he dreamed about her last night, too, which is so fuckin creepy that it goes beyond creepy and enters the realm of weird. I wonder if something happened to her.

The second part, which also might have been the third part, I dunno, but I remember I was with a band, in the street. We were playing songs--I was singing with the lead singer, a chick like Janis Joplin and Sadie from Across the Universe. We played a set of three or four different songs three times in a row, so that people who didn't hear the songs before could hear them when they passed by.

The third part made me feel like I was in Resident Evil--like I was Alice. And I knew Alice. Like I was an Alice clone. But I was myself. It was weird. Anyway, I remember going into this other room to take a shower. But it wasn't a shower room. It was like a classroom, and all my shit was getting water on it, namely my books and my DS, which I freaked out about. But it was OK. And THEN, to make things even weirder, I was in a band, and we were making a music video where all of us was in the shower, and I was like, WTF? Somehow, me and a guy who played the drums wanted our pictures to be in the music video--like the images we drew. I remember I drew a black horse and I was super proud of it. It was very realistic-looking, which is abnormal for me because most of what I draw is either comic-like or abstract.

I didn't feel weird that I was totally naked in front of everyone else. I felt like I was wearing clothes, actually, but I knew I was naked. It was nice.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


I'm a girl who is not me. I have three or so friends who all share a secret--we can morph into animals. It's like animorphs, but it's not animorphs. I think I read a book with these specific characters once--a morphing friend whom I loved who was an alien and when he turned human he was UBER HAAWWWWTTT!! I had two more friends, maybe three at one point. Two more dudes and a gothish chick. Like, she wasn't totally goth, just punk cabaret-ish, if you know what I mean. First, though, I think I was in this sorta urban jungle place, after the style of The Hunger Games which my sister told me about. My mother was the leader of a sect--my friends and I were like her underlings. She called us and banished me for some reason--I think that she was kinda pissed that I put my name in the bowl more than once because I thought we didn't have enough food or something. She was a little psychotic, but somehow we trusted her, like Akito.

Now for the next part. The alien friend and me were like lovers since we were eight or something (and we invented some "UFO" kind of sexual thing, what it was I don't know), and when I met him he was taking the form of a caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland style. D8 But then he turned human and I was liek "SHAT BREAK MEH OFF A PIECADAT!" I remember he was like your typical hot surfer dude, all tan with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, and it was long enough that it could be put into a ponytail, which he wore most of the time.

We were getting out of some formal event I remember, my friends and this alien lover and me. I think I had a daughter at one point, which he mentioned later (Hey, let's just call him Jack for now, since he didn't really have a name). So we piled into a car that was being towed by my friend's RV and drove off hoping that nobody would see us. We were running away for some reason. My mom was there and she told me to call my doctor. "About what?" "Oh, you know, the pads and tampons and things." Right, she wanted me to call my doctor and update him on my period (which I had problems with in the REAL past, I don't know why it came up so suddenly).

I updated my doctor on my stats. Yeah, I was perfectly O-K. I haven't had any super bad cramps..... Oh shat! I just remembered! I missed my period this month and I think I might be preggo! I guess me and Jack are real freaks because I remember thinking that thoughtout all those years I hadn't gotten pregnant (I also wasn't thinking of my "daughter" at this point, I just kind of came up with one at the moment) and I was like, "HOW???"

So my mother gone, my friends and I, In the gothish-chick's RV, discusds where we're going to go. I decide, hey it's time to tell them. "Guys, I have some really important news. Don't worry, it's not bad..." They all look at me expectantly. "I think I may be pregnant."

One of my dude friends just gives me a funny look. "What's pregnant?" I think he's an alien too.

The two predominantly HUMAN friends of mine are shocked--their jacks are dropped and they trade looks from each other to me like, NO WAI RILLY? HOMGHOMGHOMG.

I don't remember what Jack's face was like. I just remember that just before he was saying that he wanted us all to live in separate rooms if we stayed in a Hotel. "A room for Amanda," the gothish chick--replacive name"A room for Joey" another alias cuz I don't remember his name, "and a room for Me and [insert girl's name here] and Liya" apparently my/our daughter. So like the three of us would all stay in one room. Yeah.

I do remember later, it might have been at that moment or a memory, when we gave Jack a bath (my friends and I). Like, he didn't know what a bath was and he was cold and thought it was nicer in the warm water. It was hilarious--when one of us pulled the plug on the drain and the water kept going down he was like, "Guys... guys the water's going down...." and he kept scooching lower to keep his body in the warm water but it wasn't going to work, so finally he's all alone in the tub, kinda cold, and looking down at his genitals all surprised like, "HOW DID THAT GET THAR??"

The dream was supposedly based off of a series whose name had something to do with football and started with a W. It was about five or six letters long and had two other words in the title.

There was also this crazy old lady at one point complaining to us about such a strict no-dog policy that someone wouldn't even let her in with her invisible dog. D8

Thursday, September 16, 2010


I am a Pokemon trainer. I also climb fences and do wallflips. 8D

But I am with Ethan (the HG/SS dude) and we're trying to save Celebi from these three snotty kids. First, I'm thinking, "How in the world is Celebi getting owned by these kids?" and second I'm like, "These jerks used to be my friends! What happened?"

So, we get to save Celebi at some point (I think I have Celebi on my back, in my backpack or something) and we escape. I think my partner Pokemon is Milotic (I do have a Milotic, by the way, her name is Mildred and when she was about level 30 she totally kicked this level 50 grass-type's ass and I love her for it), but then I'm thinking Aipom would be better to have out chilling with me because I'm running around climbing fences.

Suddenly, Pokemon dun exist anymore. Ethan and me and the three snotty kids are all hanging out by this trench and I'm like, "Remember when we were like 12 and we dug up this trench? That was so much fun!" And then we go running around the neighborhood, sneaking into people's backyards n shit.

This neighborhood, while the houses are small, they're really nice. Like modern-victiorian style decorated nice. We end up in Erica's backyard, and we're watching something going on in her living room, like a teaching about how to be "ladies" and "ladylike". I see Danielle there in some weird dress and I can tell she absolutely hates it. We giggle at how stupid the lady teaching them looks. Bridget and Stef are there too. They see us through the window and tell us something like, "Oh yeah, Danielle's hating this." But it's not like she has to be there. Or does she? I don't know. We try to sneak out through Erica's window (which faces the front of the house) and I hope we don't get caught. I run quite a ways away, and ask the last person, "Did you close the window?"


So I go and do it myself. As I finish up, someone (I think who's blonde but not Erica) comes out of the house to try and identify us. I run away and we all go hide in this awesome place.

It's like a forest, but where there is just one HUGE tree. I mean, this this is freakin' COLOSSAL. The roots extend and crawl over the ground and the tree boughs, while they're really tall, cover a HUGE area. The roots come up a hill all steep-like so that we have to scoot all the way down to the base of the tree. There are some weird ladder-things there that are chained to nails in the roots, but I know that they're not made for supporting people climbing up or down--so I instruct everyone to be careful as they're climbing.

We don't get down all the way. I wake up.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


I don't really remember much.

I'm in a hospital, and I'm ready to give birth. I'm scared, because I don't want the epideral but I don't want to feel a ton of pain. Ask anyone who knows me--they know I hate needles, and more than needles I hate pain. But the epideral is painful also.

But I get to wait a while. I'm sitting there, on this delivery chair, but the room is all glass walls on the first floor. If drivers want to, they can just lean over and see my vag all ready for baby-delivering. D8< So I talk to the doc about it, and he tells me that I can be moved to a better room.

I'm in the better room--about ten or twenty storeys up with only one window. Much better.

The place kinda looks like Good Samaritan. Prolly cuz that's the only hospital I've ever been to.

I start bleeding all over the chair, but nobody seems to notice. Is this normal? I get up and walk around, and I think I tried to tell my mother or something that I'm bleeding and I don't think I'm going to have the baby. Like, I was never preggo this whole time. I don't remember having a belly or anything, so maybe that's why.

I think Orphan was invading my brain at that point.

I never did give birth. WHORE-AY!

Sunday, August 29, 2010


All the events leading up to this one part, I totally forgot. They may come back to me later, though.

I'm in a park-like place, and my grandpa is there. I don't have a grandpa (well, not one that is a) alive, b) well-known and c) not my step-grandpa), so this is weird. He's with two other men. He wants me to get inside some vehicle so that I can go to "France, Austria" (like the city of france in the country of austria). He also tells me that I'm going to be a model or something there, and says a different city/country combination that is totally not right. I know what he's doing. He's going to kidnap me and sell me as a sex slave, or something. So I run away and try to contact the local policeman, but it seems he's in on it too. All authority is, it seems. So I spy Jay L. running around with some kids, playing with them. Somehow, I know I can trust him to help me.

As he runs past, I shout his name and grab his arm. I am in tears. "Help me, Jay," I tell him. I don't remember telling him much else, but I know he understands that I am in danger and my grandpa and his associates are after me. He turns around and goes for my grandpa and punches him. I do the same to some other guy--strangely, this time, my punches actually feel like they're strong and hitting something. This has never happened before. Usually, when I try to hit something, my punches are sluggish and bounce off of whatever I'm hitting like marshmallows. So I revel in it. 8D

Later in my dream, I am in a house. I am a man at one point, the soon-to-be Doc of the seven Dwarfs. I'm looking for Cinderella. I see her in a room, but she's getting dressed, so I turn away and wait for her to come out. Strangely, it's night--where is she going at night?

I am me again, and I see Cinderella with her friend in a room, sitting on a couch, just lounging. They're dressed in a sort of gothic-type clothing. Cinderella's friend is describing her werewolf bite--apparently she's a werewolf. Cinderella is a vampire.


Friday, August 27, 2010


I had this dream that evolved from Avatar to Coyote Ugly/Harry Potter to a bit of Twilight to randomness.

First, I was with the Na'vi, a human with other humans hanging with the Na'vi, turning into them (like that was what happened after a prolonged amount of time on Pandora with the Na'vi), getting glowing skin and these weird spore things growing from all over the place. I took down a pandorian beast that was blackish but then turned red and purple and looked a bit like Witty Phantom (I only found out his name right now--I have the card, and I described him to Jared, and even HE couldn't remember his name--we both looked through our decks at the time cuz we both thought we had him but we didn't, so we couldn't remember the name. Oh well.) Anyway, he was humanoid and a jackass, but he was like an ally. Like, "You guys shot me down but I have nowhere else to go, so I'll team up with you" ally.

Then it turned some kind of Harry Potterish and for some reason Coyote Ugly in it? I dunno. I just knew that there was Coyote somewhere in there (prolly from a story in english we were reading, which was about a coyote). There was an attack on the school and the fiend guy turned more human and he turned against us and I was like, "You jackass!"

So somehow I got into this car/SUV thing and this guy was driving me somewhere, and he turned into Robert Pattinson with Bella in his lap. Then he threw her out the window (YESSS!!!) but she landed safely and unconsciously into another vehicle. (SHIIIITTTTT!!) Then we drove off down into a neighborhood.

He then turned into some random teenage boy I've never seen before. We parked in front of a huge house and we got out (for some reason I was barefoot, and he had to pick out the spiky/large rocks in the gravel I was walking in) and I was kinda scared where he was taking me, but it turned out he was an orphan living in a foster home and his "brothers and sisters" came out to talk, at least the teen ones. He was like, "I hate my family. It's not even my family. We're not related."

But I told him, "You have a home. They love you." He looked at me and I heard this dull buzzing and I slowly woke up.

Lately, when I wake up, my vision doubles or skews, and I'm wondering if its normal or if it's a problem and abnormal.

Friday, August 6, 2010


I don't remember much. All I remember was the buttocks of some flasher dude.

I remember being in the car and Danielle was there with me and she pointed at some guy in the crosswalk. "THAT'S THE FLASHER DUDE!!!" And I see him, in slow motion, turn to us, grin, turn back around, and flash the cars along the street. All I could see were pale buttcheeks.

Danielle is laughing her ass off and so am I.

Thursday, August 5, 2010


I'm in my house, I think. It's someone's house. It kind of looks like my house but somehow it's both my house and someone else's house.

A principal (a woman principal of MY school) is giving me school stuff and telling me how "new" school supplies work. In kindergarten, you get all the new glues, and pens and pencils and rulers. My memory digs up an image of my kindergarten class with buckets of new school supplies. Shiny, unsoiled, unused. And then she goes on to explain that the older grades get used things, like the ones she was giving me now. I look at these papers and things in my hands and notice tackmarks on the edges. I think I was starting a school and she was helping me out with supplies.

Then, we need to move some stuff around in the room. Some sort of furniture with wheels on the legs. It's not hard but she wants me to roll it with her. Okay, I say. For some reason, I have to take her by the shoulders, like it's a hanger on a pole with wheels. Then she tries making "a move" on me, like she wanted some sort of sexual relation, and I was like, "Uh.. thanks but no... thanks?" I was on my period and this was my heaviest day. No way was I going to get naked and bleed all over the place. On top of that, doing it with a teacher (let alone other women) was just not my thing.

I escaped to another room. Mike was going to pick me up. I needed to put on my shoes. I'm in my room, sitting on my bed, eating a big wad of cooked onion while trying to put on one of my shoes--it proves difficult. >.< A girl I recognise from school comes in--Erika. She has a glum look on her face. "So you don't do that kind of thing," she says.

"No, I don't do that kind of thing." For some reason, I think she was the one who was trying to make a move on me, not that teacher.

She leaves and in comes ESO and a tall creature. The creature is all clothes, a long, tall jacket and stovepipe hat--think Black Mage from Final Fantasy 9, only there's no black body to be seen whatsoever. I see him first--he's a friend, and he follows me wherever I go. You can sort of see some of his eyes in a slit cut at the edge of the cylinder and the brim. They glow yellow.

I offer him some of the onion I'm eating. He declines. Then I offer some to ESO. I don't think she declines or accepts (or maybe I just don't remember) but she says something along the lines of stoic flavors. Then she says that's what the park bench tasted like. Then the clothes creature starts laughing a recognisable laugh--he takes off the hat and it's my brother in law, Jason. His face is red from laughing so hard. Then ESO laughs and I do too.

I wake up and debate getting up and examining the damage done to my underwear. >.< Periods are no bueno.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


I was in love with a robot named Sonny.

I don't remember much about the dream, but I know he was a humanoid-ish robot that fell in love with me and I fell in love with him and we were engaged. BUT a supercomputer did not like that--after all, she was previously engaged to Sonny. So, she took me away from Sonny in a huge hall.

The hall was like the brain of the supercomputer, and it was huge. it was probably hundreds of meters across and wide, and storeys tall. I was afraid to fall, but not when I was around Sonny, because I knew he would catch me. He was programmed to not let humans die, first off, and secondly, he loved me, so if I fell and died he would be very sad.

There were two bridges that connected one part of the wall of the hall to another wall, and they went out diagonal-ways from the wall Sonny and I were at. I remember Sonny and I each had an earphone bud in our ear, as if that was what bound us to the other, and as the robots took us away, the cord stretched and stretched until the earbud popped out of my ear. I was being dragged backwards by my arms, so I could still see Sonny. I kept telling him I loved him.

Then I was no longer in a hall or metallic brain or any sort of building--I was outside, running on top of a tall skyscraper that looked similar to the Space Needle in Seattle. There were two of them, and there were words of the company that owned them crawling across the sides of the disk-shaped building. I was with a group--it was windy and we were being blown about by superstrong winds, but we were never blown away. As we approached the edge of the building, we waited for the words to pass--they weren't crawling at all. They were speeding along at about the same same speed as a japanese bullet train. Once the words passed, we jumped off the building to land on the next one--then turned around and jumped back on the one we were previously on, except to a platform a little lower. There were vehicles there--they could float through the sky. I don't remember landing. I do remember there being a sunset on the horizon--it was about six o' clock.

Then I was no longer in any city or building setting, but outside in a forest. Everything was autumn-colored. The trees were bright and gold, and the grass was too. It was an unhealthy color for grass, but it was healthy, and it was tall, almost like wheat.

I ran forward. I knew where I was going. I was going to my aunt and uncle's house to see Sonny. Sonny was there and I wanted to see him. It would take about a day to get there, but it seemed like only minutes. I once considered stopping and resting until tomorrow, but I couldn't wait to see Sonny. I could sleep when I got there.

I finally arrived at my aunt and uncle's house. It was not really my aunt and uncle, and not really their house--but in the dream, I knew they were family and this was their house. Relatives were there playing in the front yard. They were happy to see me. I go inside to find Sonny.

I think I found him, but I don't know if I did.

Sunday, August 1, 2010


I fell from a pretty tall something and fell on my back. I can vaguely remember the pain of my back slapping the flat floor. I think I may have been falling from a cliff.

Friday, July 30, 2010


I am in an apartment building, or maybe a hotel, in a room. All I can remember/see is one main room and a bed. I'm sitting on it. There's a man here, but he's also not here. His dog is here, too. It's a black dog. I don't know what exactly it is, but one thing is for sure--it's becoming frostbitten. It climbs up onto the bed and I see its skin, through the black fur, turning black. It's turning black quicker than normal, but in my dream it seems slow. I take one of the paws and feel how cold it is. I feel so bad for the dog and take blankets to wrap around it. I try to warms its paws in my hands. I hug and rub him to make him warmer. I look at the man and tell him he's a bad owner for neglecting his dog like that.

Outside of my room, in the real world, my dogs are outside, muddy and wet. Josh won't bring them in because they're too muddy. I think I feel bad for them. Were it not the middle of the summer, I would force him to bring them in, but they're not freezing. Zuzu's going to need a bath, big-time.

I'm in some sort of public place where I am using the internet on a computer to look up something. I think it's pokemon. To girls behind me ask me if I will give/trade them a pokemon yellow. No, of course not. It's not mine, I tell them. "We'll trade you an old lady for it" they say, and giggle. I somehow think this is both amusing and not amusing. Amusing because they think I'm friendly enough to joke with, not amusing because I'm not their little miley cyrus friend and I don't like being joked around with because somehow, I'm serious about trading.

My mother barges into my room, feet stamping. She's obviously annoyed that I didn't wake up early enough so that she could take me with her and my brother to his psychiatrist appointment, so she says something along the lines of, "Oh, Sarah, it's too late now," kisses me good-bye and leaves my room. I can hear them, my mother and brother, clanging stuff around in the kitchen. What are they doing? I take a couple minutes to muster the willpower to get out of bed. I walk out of my room as they are just walking out of the house. I go into the living room to watch Bakugan.

Thursday, July 29, 2010


First, I was in a jet plane going home from someplace. We were landing but the pilot had a hard time landing--for no reason, really. There were no strong winds, he just didn't feel like landing. So, I decided, well, I want out of this plane, so I jumped out and landed on a building roof and then jumped off of the roof onto the ground. It wasn't so bad. Oh crap, I thought, Mom and Mike are still on the plane, and they should know that I got off. So I went back to where the plane offically landed (which was strange, because at one point I was in a building and the tail end of the plane was IN the building, but slid through like a ghost. o.0) and went inside the plane. Mom and Mike didn't even notice. "Don't forget your phone," they told me. I decided not to tell them I had jumped out of the plane cuz I was sick of being in it.

Then I was in this house. Not mine or anyone's I recognised. There was this goth kid there that I had made friends with, but my mother and my friend's mother were all hating on him, like he was evil and dangerous. I was just like, "He talks big, but I'm sure he's pretty much harmless." I assume most goth kids are. xD But then, like he was afraid he'd be found out, he just up and attacked me. My friend's mother called 911 but it didn't work, so I ran out of the house and called 911. I didn't hear a thing. Not even a ring. I could hear the conversation behind me as I began to run across rooftops, ninja-traceuse style.

Goth Kid: "Who is she calling?"

Friend's Mom: "The police."

YOU STUPID BITCH. But oh well. I kept running, hand on my phone pressed against my ear. Still nothing. He ran after me, shouting that I couldn't run across these building roofs because they were chinese and slanted at 45 degree angles. It wasn't exactly hard, but it proved a challenge to climb with only one free hand. Finally, after running and climbing onto rooftop after rooftop, I was finally at the highest building in my dream. I was also right next to the ceiling--only a few inches above my head. I was crouched, so from the rooftop to the ceiling of my dreamworld, I had only about three or so feet. The goth kid was on a rooftop not far away from me and was going to jump--so I had to jump first, all the way down to the chinese slanted roofs. In the phone, I heard no voice, only the musical intro to Kashmir.

I woke up and went into the living room to watch Bakugan.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


I was on a deep space exploration team. We had to sleep in these little cubes. I crawled into one and felt all-right. I like tight spaces--they make me feel safe. But then the grill on the bottom side of the cube starts to fill with a bubbly kind of water. Half of my nose is submersed in it--I wonder if I should hold my breath, but I will be sleeping for a long time. I can't hold my breath for that long and survive. So I try breathing the water. It's a bit wet, but I can breath air bubbles in this solution.

Suddenly the sleeping cube feels cramped. I can't stretch my legs. I can't sleep like this. I stretch my legs out and wake up. I only glimpse my room arond me and stretch out my legs and revel in the roominess of my bed. The sheets are a bit tight because I retucked everything into my bed yesterday, but that's okay. My legs are free! I go back to sleep and continue to dream about space.

I crawl out of my cube and see that there are other cubes lined up with mine. Other women, older than me, crawl out and complain about their sleeping experience. All too cramped, unable to sleep with the water filling up the cube. I said I just kicked the bottom case out so I didn't have to sleep there. I'll find somewhere else to sleep. "You couldn't have told me this five minutes earlier??" a woman complains. "I was dying of claustrophobia in there!" I shrug. How was I supposed to know how she feels?

Now I am in a bookstore with my brother. I don't know what section we are in, but we find a few books on Kai Hiwatari and his dragon companion. It's more about the dragon than him. One book is about Kai receiving a baby dragon and all the fun he has raising it. The next is about the dragon going through "dragon puberty" and how he constantly lashes out at all the humans because he's going emotionally wacko and "nobody knows how he feels". Another one is a manga with just Kai. My brother and I have fun flipping through the pages, but a lady working there thinks we've spent too much time reading just a few books. Like we're reading a book we haven't bought, and while it's not illegal, she doesn't think it's right.

She warns us that we only have a limited amount of time, or something like that. Like we should leave immediately. I sit there and continue to read. So does Josh. Who is this bitchy lady and who does she think she is? I figure, a few mintues, then we'll leave. But after a few minutes, I forget that she wants us to leave and just sit and continue to read. I find that another book on Kai, sitting upright on a display table, is a paperback with bent pages. I'm angry at the person who did this, because these books should not be treated this way.

Finally, someone different tells us to leave. Somehow he or she has more influence on us, so we do leave. I wish I had money so I could buy those books. One of them, hardly half an inch thick, costs about twenty dollars. I think it's ridiculous but then again, I probably would pay twenty dollars for a story about Kai that was not just Beyblade.

We find my stepdad in a massage chair, all this time snoozing. I wish he could buy the book for me, but ever since I started earning my own money, no longer could I depend on my parents to buy my luxuries. We wake him up and tell him we're no longer allowed here because we "read without paying too much". He gets up and we leave.

Monday, July 26, 2010


I dreamt last night that my father was driving us straight home from his house. Once home, we noticed there was a ton of water and fish and frogs floppin all over the place. It so happened because the night before there was a HUGE flash flood and all these fish like relicanths came to swim in the rivers with these little bright green froggies. SO CUTE.

Anyway, I took pity on this HUGE fish that was dying in the waters receding from the heat, so I picked it up and put it in a tub full of water. It didn't fight, because it knew that I was helping it, and I felt happy that it was smart enough to know the difference.

Then I dreamt that for some reason, I was drinking this disgusting alcohol. It was beer, but not as potent. Kind of tasted like Perrier, but more bitter. I decided, crap, as long as I'm drinking this, I can't stop here. I would have to brush my teeth in order to get the smell out, but I didn't for some reason. I just went to bed and tried to go to sleep, but then a little figure at the foot of my bed started creeping around to the side where I slept. It looked like a muppet, like Kermit the Frog. I don't know why, maybe he was going to tell on my on my mother, so I jumped out of bed and stomped on that little kermit muppet thing. I woke up and freaked out that the puppet creature would be back. I tried to rationalize with myself that it was just a dream and it wasn't real, but I was still afraid for some reason that Kermit the Frog was coming to get me. I went to sleep and forgot all about it.

Friday, July 23, 2010


I can only remember bits and pieces of it.

I was a woman who was a potential rape victim of one of her husband/boyfriend's friends. I tried to shut my door on him as I entered the house, but somehow he had gotten ahold of my key. I just sat there and tried to keep locking the door on him. Finally I gave up but he didn't come in...

Then I was in a mall-type place where I was scheduled to fight my potential rapist. I was in this weird white cage, wearing a kickboxer's armor and boxer's gloves. The rapist guy, not at all intent on raping me anymore, stared at me from the top of the cage. I don't know why. He was probably just being weird. But the people in charge of the fight/place told him to get off, because he wasn't allowed on it or to even see me before the fight...

Now I am no longer a woman but my teenage self. I am in the glass box where a competition of some sort is supposed to go on. I am not on a team but the people opposing me are. There is about three or four of them--one I recognise as Odd Della Robbia from Code Lyoko. The referee tells us to get ready because the case is going to fill up with water. I say, "Can't it wait? I have to get this baby out of this case first!" But it's out of his hands, and he can't help me. So I look back at the little baby black boy, just chilling on the ground, with some sort of weird tube apparatus poking out of his mouth.

The glass bowl fills up. The baby boy doesn't have long to live. I don't remember the point of the competition, but it has to deal with us grabbing these huge harpoons. Odd and I fight for the harpoon. Eventually I grab it and take it to the glass door. With one strong heave, I spear the center of the door and pull it back towards me. The water leaks out of the door and then completely busts it. I take the baby, pull the tube out of his mouth, and he coughs up water. I turn him over on his stomach so that he can continue to expel water. Along with water, vomit comes out of his mouth. It makes me want to puke.

Thursday, July 22, 2010


I must have really wanted to see Inception last night because that was what I dreamed about.

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There was a girl in some government facility. She was waiting for something, I don't know what. She seemed like a normal girl. Her clothes were contemporary, her hair styled naturally and not dyed any funky colors.

There came another girl, out from somewhere in the government facility. She was running away. She was being chased. The previous girl caught the new one by her hair--her hair was dyed orangeish with slight pink undertones. It was soft and flattened, so it stuck up in little spikes in the previous girl's hands. I think she also had a german shepherd with her.

"I've got her," the previous girl said.

The new girl made the other girl let go of her hair and ran away again, this time going through a glass door to an outdoor strip mall. The other girl began to chase her.

Outside, the naturally-styled girl looked up and saw the new girl standing on an escalator on her way up to the second floor. Then she looked to her left and who else was there than but the new girl. She did a double-take, almost walked off as if she hadn't seen anything, but then turned around and asked, "How did you do that?"

The new girl just smiled and jumped off of the planter edge she was sitting on. At this point I could really see her outfit. She had some sort of short skirt on, I'm not sure which color. Her top was a pink spaghetti strap, and you could see her black bra straps chilling alongside her shirt straps. She almost looked like Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. She walked with a swag that only some girl pretty enough as her could walk, like she owned the place.

Well, it was her dream, after all.

But she wasn't stingy. She let the previous girl (and myself, now inserted into the dream) have our way with the dream world and its laws that could be bent and broken.

On the second floor, I spied a long stairway with rails sticking out of the middle of the concrete. Railgrind time! The kairi-looking girl slid on it first, only getting about fifteen feet of grind. I slid on it after her and could do only a little bit more before losing my balance and bailing. But when I hit the steps, I didn't trip and fall. Instead, my feet just slid down, all the way to the bottom where a concrete wall stopped a planter from overflowing into some more mall area. I slid off the edge and in slow motion caught the edge of the planter, turned around to face the stairway I came from and hauled myself up.

Some boys noticed what we were doing and thought we were cool. The leader especially liked the kairi girl. Why not? She was pretty and dressed cute (as well as a bit skanky). We hung out at the planter where I ended my wipeout and chilled there.

I woke up and thought, "NOOOOOO! MOAR RAIL GRINDING PLZZ."

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


I don't remember most of it, but I am a pochahontas-like person. Meaning that I am Native American. Like eastern Native American, not western like Hopi or Navajo (and yes, I know that they are nothing alike and they hate each other with a passion). I was with another person of my kind, some young man who was my friend and maybe also my lover? I wasn't sure. I knew him, though, and that's as specific and our relationship went. So for some reason, we had munaqsri powers, like to give and take life away. But I could float. He couldn't. He must have pissed off some sort of munaqsri god so that he couldn't float anymore.

So... we went places with each other and did stuff I forgot. He put arrows in his long black hair as decoration. o.0 Like the arrowheads on his hair would give him good luck in terms of me liking him more as a lover or something. Then we were watching some dragony wind god do something odd, and he was in trouble. My Native American friend/person I knew/lover did/said something I didn't like so I started to scream foul names at him in our native language--not english. As I'm screaming at him, I'm floating upwards so that I can go help the dragon wind god and he can't because he can't float. I use some weird tall black blocks to help me float upward faster by pushing off them.

I get to the top of the blocks where the dragon wind god lives (which feels like I floated up forty something blocks but really was like a hundred something) and try to help him out. He's a little ceramic Asian Lung dragon, and he's sad because of something, like he doesn't ever move and gets dusty on a shelf. "Well, just move around," I tell him, and pick him up off the shelf and blow the dust off of him. It was like the idea had never occurred to him. He asked me to turn him into a baby or something and I told him I couldn't do that, one because he was still alive and two because I didn't know how I would do that without a baby being born.

I woke to the sound of a jackhammer. Or maybe it wasnt a jackhammer but instead a lawnmower. I don't know. I was too tired to get up and check.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


I dreamt a couple days ago that suddenly, my brother's hands started to sparkle. He had gone into fairy puberty. So I decided to take him to the fairy kingdom for help, because I had no idea what was going on. So as I neared the forest, I was met by Tamani. He had dreadlocks. I pointed to my son and said something along the lines of, "He needs help," and Tamani nodded and let us pass.

Then I was no longer helping my brother into the fairy kingdom, but instead hanging out with all these fairies. There was this female fairy, a friend of mine and Tamani's, and Tamani himself. I think we had just eaten dinner. So of course, I was tired. I laid down on this large matress that all the fairies pretty much piled on when they wanted to go to sleep and went into a sleep-like state, although I was fully conscious of where I was and what was going on. The fairy girl sat across from where I was looking (I slept on my side, like I usually do) and Tamani was behind me, brushing my hair with his fingers. He was trying to coax me to come out and join the party that was going on in the other room, but I told him I was too tired. Plus, brushing my hair was really putting me to sleep, so I just closed my eyes. Then, strangely enough, he started to kiss my neck and even climbed on top of me (awkwardly, because I was on my side) but thought better of it and just went back to brushing my hair. After a couple minutes, I got over being tired and stood to join them at the party.

The party was rad. The room was dark and there were water fountains and slides lighted into all colors of the rainbow. I just watched for a little while but then went back to to matress to sleep.

I woke up super early in the morning and walked around like a zombie. The fairies saw me and alerted Tamani that I wasn't really myself. My eyes were magenta-purple, like that was some taboo thing. I went to the door to walk outside and Tamani was there, asking me what was wrong. I just pushed past him and went outside.

It was surprisingly light outside for being early. I walked around this hill where the fairy potal was and spied a bunch of girl scouts with butterfly nets.

"Hey! Whatcha doin?" I asked them.

"We're hunting for fairies!"

Apparently, the fairies were afraid of these girlscouts with butterfly nets. So, I was going to help them out.

"Really? Over here? There aren't any fairies over here. How about you look in the forest and flowers? Fairies are usually around forests and flowers."

I was referring them to butterflies. The scoutmaster chick-lady was really intent on finding fairies (because she knew what they really were) and defied me. But I knew this place better than she did, and I knew fairies, so my advice would be better than hers, the girlscouts concluded.

A man came out of the forest with my brother. "I caught one!"

I looked and didn't panic. "Oh, that's my brother. He's not a fairy."

"But look! His hands are glittering!"

I scowled at them both. "Why are you getting into my glitter? I told you to stay away from it."

He played along and the man let him go.