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I don't remember enough of last night's dream to describe it outright. Even the setting is ambiguous--a school, or a workplace, or a reseach facility, or possibly all three rolled into one.

In the earliest part I can remember, I was hanging out in the kitchen with a young woman that I had befriended when she told me that while she was out, a man by the name of Michael asked her for my number. I know quite a few Michaels, though, so, Michael who? "Michael...Nasrudin!" She giggled. She squeed. I was aghast. Not Michael Nasrudin! UGH! No! Get his number and tell him I'll call him!

Waking reality checkpoint: I have no idea who this person is supposed to be.

Next day, dreamtime, we're in an auditorium when Michael Nasrudin walked in and tried to casually chat with us. Hemming and hawing ensued, and hurried excuses to leave. The dream shifted several times, and I woke up and forced myself to go back to sleep several times (ah, colds are fun), but every time, there was Michael Nasrudin.

I was rushing down an industrial staircase in pursuit of someone, and there comes Michael Nasrudin. I was waiting to give a speech, and there came Michael Nasrudin. And so forth. Once I realized he was going to show up and try to talk to me at every change, I sought him out to talk to him and get it over with.

No sign of the bastard!

So, if anyone has a clue who Michael Nasrudin might be, please, let me know. And give him my number.

Current Mood: confused

( Dream: Obnoxious neighbors, now with chainsaws! )

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Current Mood: pensive

I have been very ill this summer, and a pretty bad infection has set up shop inside my sinuses. Over the weekend, some of it began breaking up and coming up in great globs of discolored phlegm. (Yeah, tasty, I know.) On Monday, my nephew visited and we watched the American remake of "The Ring," or rather, he did while I feverishly dozed in a chair. Later I gave up all attempts to stay vertical and went to bed for a fitful night of sleep.

While I slept, I dreamt that something was trying to make me dream/view the images from the movie-within-a-movie video cassette, but I was just too tired to be bothered with having a nightmare. I woke many times, sometimes to see the movie's ghost, or possibly our own house-god, in the room. The two girls were physically similar, and at times the figure felt fretful rather than threatening. I dreamt of her beside the bed, under it, waiting to turn on the TV, standing and watching me...

And yet it wasn't precisely a nightmare, because, again, I was just too tired. That was the thought in my head every time: "Ugh, no, too tired."

Current Mood: sick

Suddenly stormy weather has the mold up, and my sinuses are trying to kill me. I can breathe just fine, but my face is puffy and I can feel pressure from the back of my nose across my left cheek. Chewing is an exercise in pain.

Last night I used the neti pot, drank lots of hot minty tea, took two aspirin (more for the inflammation than the pain), mimicked chewing for the breaking-up motion, and, finally, took a Zyrtec and retired to the bathtub with a hot wet cloth over my face.

And half-dreamt for half an hour; I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't there, either. I want to say my heart danced a strange tango too, but that could have been in my head.

I felt better, but all through the night I found myself dozing off at odd moments, heavy-limbed and clumsy. I dropped into bed and lay there for twenty minutes (I think) of strange hallucinations--the rabbits whispered, the door may or may not have opened, the house-god gripped my leg and told me that she usually insists on sacrifice, and I politely thanked her for, y'know, not demanding I slaughter anything. The heater chirruped like a little bird or kettle, asking me to turn it off and I stood up, staggered over and remembered (a) that I had turned it off an hour earlier and (b) heaters don't talk. I crawled back into bed determined to close my eyes and ignore anything else that tried to talk to me.

I made it through most of today without medicine, though I'm so swollen and tender it hurts just to talk. I just don't think I could stand having another appliance talk to me.

(Crossposted from

mokie!)

Current Mood: sore

( Dream: Welcome to Fish Depot! )

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Current Mood: crappy

( Dream: Carousing with the wrong crowd )

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Current Mood: confused

Yesterday, at 7:24am, I heard my grandmother's voice telling me to get up. It was just in time, too, because I had to be at work in half an hour.

This morning, around 8am, I had (now lost) dreams telling me to get up early and see to the pets.

I don't know who's looking out for me, or if my inner alarm clock has just gotten a new battery, but it's slightly off-putting.

I was at work, and velociraptors were reported, so I huddled with customers, watching the computer monitors for updates and commenting on how our computers weren't up to the task at hand.

And that's all I remember, alas!

Current Mood: curious

I knew I should have written this dream down when I woke up. The details are lost to me now, after a busy day in retail hell (why do people wait till Valentine's DAY to buy presents?). What I remember is that the dream had to do with gaming--I have a gnattering that the dream involved me roleplaying a date or through a date and being flustered at being stuck in one place when I'd rather be in another.

It's not difficult to dissect this dream, just embarrassing. Since I had to work on Valentine's day, I made my plans for the day after and opted out of my usual Sunday activity--gaming with my friends. My subconscious brain is not-so-politely informing me that I would rather go gaming, thanks much. Says a lot about my romantic side, doesn't it?

I remember the latter portion of the dream better. A baby was introduced, mine, and I was at my cousin's old house with the baby and my mother, trying to put the infant down for a nap in a small Critter Keeper style pet carrier. It was big enough to hold a newborn, but still, it was a pet carrier. I tried to hold the baby and adjust the towel I was putting in the bottom for cushioning, but it was too awkward, so I handed the baby to my mother. She slumped it into a chair and turned back to whatever she was doing (watching TV, I think). The baby fell, but was tangled up in the thick towel and wasn't hurt. I was upset over Mom's thoughtlessness, the idea of being blamed for her action, and that she had essentially blown me off.

I have been trying to grow moss in the pet carrier for a little while now (no luck, just mold), and there were babies on TV and in my news reading last night, so this could have been a simple brain dump. It could indicate that something I am trying to work on or get done is being hampered by folks who aren't team players, or that I'm trying to pass off the important work to someone who isn't interested.

Alternately, yet another friend recently voiced the opinion that people who have kids really just want/think of them as really cute pets. It's a popular stance among the childfree. I'm not childfree (no, I'm misanthropic, and hey, kids are people too!) and do want kids, so perhaps this offhand comment led to a dream in which I was making a pet of a kid?

Current Mood: lethargic

Tuesday night's dreaming took place at the old house, though it had a slightly different layout--the front and back doors were reversed, mainly. Where most dreams featuring the old house portray it in a ramshackle, exaggeratedly rundown state, in this dream it was much the same as it was when I was growing up there during the '80s, though the color scheme was firmly mid-90s. (This means nothing to anyone but me, I know.)

The main part of the dream, now forgotten, concerned some sort of large holiday family gathering with all of the cousins. I was in the kitchen, getting a drink, when I heard a noise outside. I looked out the screen door and saw a truck plough through our yard and through the neighbor's privacy fence, pushed by green SUV as its driver leaned out of the window and shouted profanities at the truck's driver. When the two stopped in the neighbor's yard, the SUV's driver leapt from his vehicle and closed on the other driver with a gun in hand. This was clearly not an accident.

The neighbors ran out to assess the damage as he shot, not realizing the danger, and he spun to turn the gun on them. He looked around afterwards, and I hit the floor, hiding behind the metal portion of the door and hoping he hadn't seen me. As he ran up on the porch (the cement porch of the '80s, again, not the deck we had later), I knew he had, and I ran away. Fortunately, the dream layout was much more sensible than the house's actual layout! He and his accomplice(s) stormed in and people scattered; I was hiding behind a piece of furniture, and got a good look at the men. I knew he was after any possible witnesses to his crime--a silly idea, given the public nature of it, but I knew it nonetheless--and I considered briefly how I should help save my family members. I realized with some despair that the best thing I could do was to get out of the house and go for help. I couldn't defend them, and it was me he was after, since I could identify him.

I took off through the front door (at the back of the house, in the dream) and around the corner. I didn't know where to go at first, but set my sights quickly on the local pizza place. It was just a few blocks away, they knew us from the neighborhood, and it was far enough from the house to feel safe. I ran full out through the alley, like I did when I was a kid, and I was a kid at that point in the dream, just 11 or 12 years old. I rounded the outside corner of the squat little pizza shop, but when I ran in, it was suddenly more of an auto repair shop/family restaurant with very, very '70s decor. (Yes, both. Don't ask, I don't know why.) The proprietor wasn't the owner of the pizza place but rather the man who had owned the small neighborhood grocery store when I was a kid, and I ran up to him right away and told him that some man was at my house shooting people. He yelled for an employee to call the police, but the shooter came into the building, and everyone ran for cover.

I know the dream goes on further from here, but I don't remember anymore of the plot. The violence was surprisingly non-violent and bloodless, altogether very PG-13.

Though pairs of threatening men have been a symbol of considerable significance in previous dreams/dream cycles, I don't believe the shooter et al. filled that role here. The dream didn't feel like a nightmare and there was no real sense of danger or menace; it felt instead like a moment from a movie, and I am fairly sure that shooter, victim and accomplice(s) were all actors, though I can't put my finger on where I've seen them, though I think the shooter might have been Harold Perrineau. (Yes, victim, shooter and accomplish were all black. I would analyze this for symbolic intent, except I think it was like that in whatever movie my brain plagiarized.)

What really sparks my curiosity is the time warp in the dream back to the early or mid-80s, right down to the shop keeper than I have not laid eyes on or thought about since I was, at most, 8 years old. Weird!

Current Mood: quixotic

Be warned, some graphic elements ahead!

( Dream: In waking life, sex never resolves anything. )

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Current Mood: uncomfortable

My unremembered dreaming was interrupted by commercials, most of them for celebrity fragrances.

The only one that I can remember clearly--because really, how could I forget?--is George Carlin's signature scent, which had some ridiculous name like "Please Play with Daddy," and which was advertised by a clip of him rubbing his ass on the inner rim of a washing machine.

Maybe it was reading that list of influential people we lost in '08, or maybe it was reading about creepy advertising techniques...

Current Mood: weird

I dreamt I walked with an old classmate (the homecoming king, in fact) while painting a giant countryside mural. We talked about his life and career and so forth. Not too long ago, I dreamt of stumbling across him and trying to force a conversation, so I guess I'm really in a mood to talk to this guy.

I'm having a fair number of dreams about old classmates these days, possibly because I run into so many of them at the new job. This classmate and I both ended up in Ireland for a bit, and i believe that was part of the dream discussion. I only wish I could remember more of it!

Yesterday I dreamt of barging in on and old classmate that I've seen recently at my workplace and trying to talk to him. It was awkward, oh yes.

Not long after, I walked into work (really, in waking life and all) on his heels without realizing it. Weird!

I have weird, weird dreams.

It started like an episode of a scifi show. I was second in command to some explorer type guy, and we were trying to reach the far side of this underground desert when someone inadvertantly set off canned chicken bombs and the entire desert cavern exit was blocked off by hash browns. Several of our party members blamed themselves, but I blamed the captain, because he knew who had caused the problem and had said nothing. I couldn't stay there and pretend we weren't trapped and screwed, so I went back to the entrance to the desert, with our old lady party member chasing after me and apologizing. She walked in behind me screaming not to go over that dune, and I saw why--some creature at the bottom, who spotted me and ran up around.

"Say what I tell you!" she said to me, and as the thing approached, trailed by a little pig, she said to me, "Kill it!" I was confused a moment, worried that she was trying to get me dead, but I repeated the words to the creature. It immediately turned and killed the pig, and then diced it up, dropped it onto a grill set into the rock nearby, and made conversation. What was up, what were we doing, where were we going? She sat nearby nervously, and I was nervous, because there were wrong answers, and wrong answers would cause it to turn on me.

This went on until, in the dream, I thought I have to get to work, and went to catch the bus with Barack Obama and a small talking horse head. We rode along a fair ways when I realized that we were going in the wrong direction; Obama was too busy alternating between inspirational pep talk and raunchy reminiscences, the horse head was just delighted to have realized it could talk, and the folks on the bus were staring at us. By the time we got back to the house of the party (Democrats? I don't know; it was literally a party!), I just called in to work, because I wouldn't get there in time and I couldn't breathe.

I woke up wheezing and coughing. The neti pot helped a bit (nasal irrigation! That's two mentions of bodily fluids in as many days!) but lately it burns when I use it, which means I'm doing something wrong or my head-tubes are screwed up. Breathing still feels a bit shallow, and I get to go out and stand in the wet in thunderstormy weather for the bus later on, so maybe I should call in.

I could say Obama made me.

Current Mood: sick

I dreamt that I was in a new place and trying to bathe my ferrets in the kitchen sink.

I woke up and had a brief moment of joy before I remembered that they were dead.

Current Mood: depressed

( Dream: Race relations in dreamland )

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I dreamt I was attacked by a plant.

I was in my bed, I opened my eyes and it was in the doorway. I closed my eyes a moment and it was in the room. I closed and opened them again, and it was beside the bed. When next I opened them, it was looming over me.

I woke up and had the feeling something malicious or angry was in the room. From the corner of my eye I caught sight of a child's face--a little boy, I thought. We have had minor ghost issues with a little girl*, and I thought there was an angry boy more recently, but I can't lump this in as evidence. The feeling of a malicious presence isn't odd right after a nightmare, and strange visual flashes at the edges of waking aren't abnormal, especially from the corner of one's eyes.

* I don't care whether or not you believe in ghosts.

I woke up this morning from dreams of working odd jobs for pocket change, mostly for one of my cousins and her in-laws/circle of friends. This took place on a large country lot with very green grass, and featured a large brick firepit/well that I accidentally filled with water (oops--not the only task I screwed up), which had something to do with her dogs.

Think I'm worried about money?

I dreamt of a thief getting into my wallet and then trying to get out of the house. I jumped on his back and called for help, then just screamed.

I woke up, checked the house, but kept waking up every half hour or so convinced there was someone in the house.

Bah.