Saturday Night - Mansions and Electric Shock

I don't remember all of the dream, but here's what I wrote when I woke up:

I was at a mansion in the middle of nowhere. I was in a bathtub and this guy wanted to have sex but I didn't want to see him, ever, so I left the curtain over his face. As soon as we were done I turned around and pretended to go to sleep. Everyone was at a pool. The pool created electric shocks. I saw the pool from a helicopter angle, looking down from above, and it looked like a big water tanker on an island. People were putting in different body parts to see what would happen - hair, elbow, foot, etc. One guy didn't realize that the water created electric shock and before anyone could stop him he pushed his brother in. Then I saw someone standing in the front of a bunch of people, she had various colors of purple hair. She was singing "My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean" as she was acting it out at the same time.

I woke up with that song stuck in my head.

Friday Night's Dream - Pancakes

Friday night I dreamt of a 4x4 table, me Dave and the boys sitting around and plates of pancakes (both plain and blueberry) which were 1 foot in diameter. Then I had to dry my hair in the bathroom.

As a postscript - Saturday evening my Dad invited my family to a pancake breakfast on Sunday morning. Hmmm - Maybe my mind was telling me something. Of course, the pancakes didn't taste nearly as good on Sunday as they looked in my dream the night before.

Wal-Mart and Gangsters

I was in a house and some gangsters were extorting from me and my husband. On the outside of the house, or was it the inside, there were stairs, lots of stairs. One set of gangsters left and another came in. They wanted me to buy a gun for them. I worked at Wal-Mart. I bought them the gun and told them to get out. After I was walking back up the stairs the one gangster came to me and said he wanted to return it. We walked over to Wal-Mart, where I worked, and the line at the outside store return desk was hundreds of people deep so I told him to walk with me to the other store (which was 200 feet away) and go to the return desk there, where there were only a few people. As I was walking through the store I saw my brother, the one who lives in Florida, and my nephew. I almost walked past them and last minute decided I should go to them and say hello. I gave them both hugs and then saw my sister-in-law. Molly was there too. She was wearing spandex pants with shorts over top of them and rain boots, like the kind she wore at Jackie's. I remember thinking that the rainboots looked really cool. She was walking with no issues at all and the MS walk was all set for the weekend, so we were happy she was having no walking issues. I was waiting in line and I called to the ganger (who then turned into a female gangster). I kept telling her to get over to me so we could do the return. I thought we'd have problems because there are strict rules about returning guns but I kept thinking, well, they haven't even walked out of the store yet or opened the box so it shouldn't be an issue. It turned out that the gun I was returning was actually a digital camera.

Then I woke up.

Weird Sex Dream

I'm working for a weird reality show, kind of like JackA** and I'm just a helper. There's three guys and they are all hitting on these girls in an office building, but it's really like the back of a warehouse, except instead of boxes, etc, there's couches and stuff. We're there to interview a female star. It turns into an odd sort of orgy where the guys are hitting on all of the girls and the girls start hitting on all of the girls. They try to get me mixed into it as well, but I refuse. I felt unclean, as if I hadn't showered in days, and didn't want to take off my clothes. Then the guys have to defend themselves and their actions and they accuse me of partaking of this orgy. I have to defend myself and replay the events of the day. Once again, we were in a television station having to interview a star but instead I'm defending myself.

Canadian Dream - Part 2

Saturday night

I was at home and realized that I was missing my dog. I had a shi tsu and I couldn't remember where I had left him. This went on for 3 or 4 days when I realized that the dog was at my mom's house. I went to get them and it turned out that I had more then one dog. I had a second dog. It was mangy and a little lame. Then I realized that I had 4 dogs in all. My mom decided to keep two of them and I was taking the one original dog and the lame dog. I wanted to take all of the dogs to get washed because they were so mangy looking. I was going to go to the U-Wash dog place on Mayfield. All of a sudden I was in someone else's car with the dogs. The car was dark inside and someone who looked like Shia LeBeouf was driving. I don't know how I got into the car but he drove past the dog wash place and by the time we had realized it, it was 7:00 already and closed.

Canadian Dream - Part 1

Friday night

I was helping to renovate a house. It was a ranch house and it was like it was in the projects. It turned out it was Kirtstie's house. It was aluminum sided and the insides were complete shambles. Dingy, dirty, grimy. We only renovated the one room - the living room. We cleaned it and hung beautiful curtains, carpeted it, added gorgeous furniture. When the room was done it was beautiful. What we hadn't realized was that there was more to the house then just the one room. We had closed a door and hadn't realized we needed to open it to see the rest of the house.

Then I was invited over to Kirstie's. We had to travel over water to get to her house. We thought it was just for a personal visit but it turned out we were invited for a party. There were hundreds of people there. My mother-in-law had Gabriel and met us at the party but I don't know how she found the house because she didn't have an address or phone number, or even know what time to drop him off at.

Salt Water

So a few weeks ago I jabbed my toothbrush into my gums. It hurt. It hurt so much my stomach was getting queezy. I had a checkup at the dentist and I kept telling them to be careful. My dentist told me to rinse it with salt water. That it would heal faster that way. I dismissed it. It healed on its own.

Skip to the present. Four of my bosses have been sick and Dave is still getting over his bronchitis. My throat starts to hurt and I've got a weekend trip to Niagra Falls scheduled (SIDE NOTE: I will be offline for a few days, but I'll be back). Anyway, as I don't want to get sick for Niagra Falls (or anything, really, for that matter) - I try everything to keep it at bay. I'm taking Airborne religiously, trying to get my sleep, downing the grape juice. (A long time ago I was under the weather and at my Baubie's house. I drank, like, a whole container of grape juice and the next morning I woke up completely healthy - I swear by grape juice, even though I haven't used it at this length in a while). Then I think about my sore throat and I gargle with salter water. Now, to the point of this whole blog.

Every time I gargle with salter water I think of Jean, the Camp Wise nurse, or any other Camp Wise nurse for that matter. Any ailment would be cured with salt water. It didn't quite matter what the ailment was, but you better be feeling pretty awful to go to the nurse for the salt water treatment.

Now, it's working. Even if it is just slight or I'm just keeping it at bay for now. My throat doesn't feel like a mac truck tire. Now I think we've just got a Radio Flyer.

Slide Show

Last night was a slide show of sorts. One overriding image was G holding a coat hook and wondering what it's for. When I was at Camp Wise, I had a coat hook that looked like the above picture. I took it with me to college as well. I don't know where I got it from and I think I still have it. There were other snippety pictures. The song, You Are My Sunshine was stuck in my head for a while. I head a restless sleep. I kept waking up - every little noise, every little movement.

I have started coming to the realization that I am turning into a procrastinator, but I am stressed about the things I procrastinate about - not a good combination.

Twin Sisters

Virginia Tech affected me greatly yesterday. I was driving home and listening to NPR and they went into such detail, I cried. It's so sad what happened. I saw G and gave him the biggest hug. I saw Little One and did the same. I don't even want to get into the details of my feelings of Virginia Tech, it's too traumatic.

Last night I watched a movie called Twin Sisters. The story, inspired by true events, is about 6 year old twins separated when they became orphans, set in the 1920's through WWII. One sister went to a farm in Germany where she was forced to work, beat up and denied an education. The other sister, who was sick at the time, went to a well off family in Holland and loved beyond compare. They end up on opposite sides of the war. Their respective new families didn't let them correspond to each other and theirs becomes a love/hate relationship - wanting desparately to be as close as they were but unable to get past their differences. In the end - the very end - they do and then it's just sad. I cried.

So last night's dream was a changed remix of Twin Sisters. I remember being on a beach and shaking someone's hand and then at that instant they were blown up and just disappeared into nothingness. I remember being in a house and getting ready for a date and changing my blouse but not being able to get to the date. I remember a contest that's unwinable.

School

I was in a school. G was there. There were lots of hallways, like a maze. There was something to do with G's shirt, I think he was taking it off. I think there was a toxic chemical. It still eludes me a bit, but it's more then I've remembered in the past week.

Happy

Last night's dream was a feeling. I can remember no visual images. I'm still tired, however, and think I am still sleeping more soundly then I would normally sleep. I'm a bit stressed about my lack of remembrance lately, but in the same respect, the last time I journaled my dreams I remembered them so much that I had to stop. Maybe this is my body's way of keeping a balance.

My First Baby

Once again, I know it was a nice dream last night - a very nice change from the scary, stressful, chaotic dreams of about a month or more ago. I don't remember too much, but I do remember that G was putting on a t-shirt and he was adamant (nicely adamant) about the one he wanted to wear. It was a very true to life type of dream. Nothing out of the ordinary. It felt like "A day in the life of...."

I'm just glad I got to see my baby somehow last night, since he was sleeping at Mamma's house. Even in my dreams, it's always nice.

Blackness

So for the last 3-4 nights I haven't been able to remember my dreams. Haven't you noticed that I haven't posted any??? I've been so dead tired at the end of the day and have been going to bed (once) or meaning to go to bed (the rest of the time) early. I haven't been waking up in the middle of the night like I usually do and Little One has been waking me out of my sleep a little faster then I would like so I haven't been able to hold onto any dream. I'm just going to chock it up to stress and exhaustion and, therefore, probably a deeper sleep then normal.

Now, mind you, when I have dreams I wake up tired because I feel like my body has just expended energy as if I were awake. On the other hand, when I don't remember my dream, I still wake up tired and I feel "off" a bit.

Let's see if I can get my dream fairy to get the cobwebs out and start remembering some dreams again.

OK, No dream that I remember last night. Kind of disappointing but I've been so tired and in a small amount of pain I can understand. I did, however, check out my friend's blog this morning - as I usually do - Called After Enlightenment. Anyway, she took this blog post about Censorship / American Rights from Have Coffee Will Write and it's upsetting and unnverving on so many levels. If this story is true, which I have not verified, it reminds me that this government was formed under the supposition that if it isn't working, the people should rise against it. I think that time has come.

Happy Passover - Happy Easter

I had some great dreams this weekend, but I can't remember them. It's sad. All I can remember is the feeling of them.

It's Easter Sunday and we were supposed to head out at 12:15 to my in-law's for a wonderful feast. Unfortunately, it's Cleveland. Our last major snowstorm was Valentine's day which, believe it or not, was worse then today, but it's April 8! Why, oh why? As G asked on the way out today "Why did G-d make it snow?"

Anyway, we live on a side street. Our plow guy hadn't come - for the drive OR the street. Dave actually called the City to see how we can get a refund on our taxes. By 12:15, we got tire tracks cleared in the drive and Dave was able to get out - unfortunately, that was all we were able to do. The car was stuck in the street. We were going to eat that 18 pound bird alone - me, Dave and Little One (G wouldn't have counted for the 2 bites he would eat, Little One eats more then him). We had the turkey and stuffing - I made some peas and we even had a pie for dessert. Luckily, though, by 1:30 - our driveway plow guy came and with all the little driveway plow guys coming, it seemed to clear our street enough for us to maneuver to a main road. We were with family by 2:30 - only 1/2 hour late for eating - not bad.

p>Unfortunately, I stubbed my toe so bad today that I think I broke it - Molly, that's why I called. Do I need to go to the doctor for this?? I know you've done it.

All in all, though, it was a good day. No complaints out of me.

Dinosaur

Inside House - Two separate rooms - G is in one / Me is in the other

9:30 p.m.

G: "Mom."

G: "Mom."

Me: "What!?"

G: "I need to tell you something.

Me: "Be quiet and I'll come up in a minute."

*** time passes***

***Me goes to bedroom***

Me: "What?"

G: "I dreamt I was being eaten by a dinosaur and Pappaw saved me."

Me: "You have to be sleeping to dream and you haven't been asleep yet."

G: "Yes I have. You weren't here to see me."

Me: "Go to bed."

Me: "I'm glad Pappaw saved you. Goodnight."

Capture the Flag and a New Job

Long, very involved, very exotic - interesting dream. So close to not remembering it, even though I did in the middle of the night, but it hit me this morning as I was getting breakfast ready:

Scene 1: There were four teams. It was a game like capture the flag or laser tag, but not quite. It was more real, yet more fake at the same time. It wasn't just a few people playing, it was hundreds. There were different levels of places to go, like in an office building. There were water hazards and hiding places. I think I got captured at the end. I wasn't playing aggressively, but I wasn't hiding either - very dicotomous (sp?) dream. It was long and drawn out. I remember the two people who might have captured me - or maybe I even captured them at one point. We were in a hallway and "the jig was up."

Scene 2: There were some people who owned a company or managed a company and they were having some problems. Even though I had never taken care of this aspect of work before I said that if they hired me I would do it. They didn't know I didn't know what I was talking about. I said I needed $60k to be taken away from my current position. They hired me. I was walking around the office, it was almost like the office in scene 1. I was showing myself around, trying to get used to the place. It was very dark and quiet. There was a company-wide meeting taking place. The job I hired myself to do was marketing. The building was so dark. I ended up in the section where the Presidents and Chief Officers worked that no one was allowed. One secretary's office was made of beautiful, rich stone, light in color. I was walking through the lobby and ended up in a Chinese Restaurant and I remembered that the restaurant was downtown and I had eaten there before, but I hadn't realized that it was connected to this office building. I recognized the owner of the restaurant and then walked back out. I remember thinking how strange it was that this restaurant was connected but there was only one kitchen. How do they keep the cooking straight between the two? As I was walking back there was a chef in the office building part that I went past. I was being sought after because I was going to places where I wasn't allowed. It was all a big scam.

Apartment, Flying Trees and a Wheelchair

Start off: I was in an apartment with Matthew Broderick. I was eating the best cake ever. It had this delectable frosting in the middle and it was so creamy and light and smooth. I was looking at the neighbor's house and I was noticing the layout. The house was small and it had this strange alcove in the back that went toward the garage. Matthew's house had high ceilings. His parents were there and they were making more cake. They didn't trust me or think I was good enough. They say me down and had the "don't you hurt him" talk.

Switch to: I was a child with about 4 other children in the forest on the top of a high hill or small mountain. There was something we needed to do - we needed to save - and we needed fast transportation. We had two large trees that had no branches and we set them out on the hill, but in an upward facing manner. We hopped on and they started taking off, flying down the hill. I got that (actually - physicially) roller coaster feeling as we were starting our descent down the hill in order to take off. The roller coaster feeling woke me up a bit and I couldn't fly anymore, but we had to stop near the bottom and pick up Little One who was sitting in the grass, smiling his heart out.

Switch to: I was at a diner and Molly was standing there with me, waiting. I saw an old, old, old friend (maybe I was thinking about her in a round-a-bout way because Dick Van Dyke was in a movie I saw last night and she was friends with his granddaughter). Heidi T. was there and she was a waitress. She was gliding so I thought she was wearing healies. She had this great big smile on her face. It turned out, however, that she was in this wheelchair. It was this monstrous, huge contraption that was the size of a Ford Fiesta. She had these awful braces on her bottom teeth, but she had a smile from ear to ear. I sauntered up to her and gave her a big, welcoming hug.

Maybe the wheelchair is the adversity in my life and this is a positive dream in which I am trying to deal with whatever adversity comes my way with a smile and thinking positively. I have no clue what the first two snippets could have been about. Even though I got a decent amount of sleep last night, I'm still very tired.

Pesach

I had a reality-based dream last night. My kids and Seder. It's not much of one with a great story to tell. I think I just sat through Seder in my dream last night.

I think, also, that I dreamt about Molly's Doozers. They were stomping out MS just in the way she blogs and thinks and visualizes about. It infiltrated my thoughts and dreams as well. I know I'm thinking about her recovery, but maybe I'm thinking about the dozers fixing everything wrong in the world? I'm tired. I just don't know.

Babies, Babies, Babies

I dreamt last night. But upon waking I didn't keep the dream. My son woke up WAY too early, but he's got a stomach virus and he wasn't even unhappy, so I can't competely complain. We did go back to sleep and, as for some reason he would only sleep in my arms, in my arms he was. His heavy, semi-labored breathing right by my ear, his head upon my arm. We spooned. I know he won't sleep like that for much longer in his life, so I relished in his closeness, in a way.

I had a dream that I'm going to censor. My brain isn't quite sure why I dreamt it. I don't sleep well with my kids around me because of how light of a sleeper I am. I know I wanted his head at least off my arm - but that wasn't going to happen. So here's the part of the dream I won't censor:

My friend's daughter was standing by her mom's nightstand, holding on. I thought that was awesome and remembered that she's only 2 months younger then my son (when, in reality, she is 4 months younger, which makes a huge difference right now). I saw her sweet face standing there. That's it, end of story - or dream, as the case may be.

Lights, Camera

There was an actress who was shooting a movie. There were 2 other actors and the director. It was a romantic comedy. When the camera wasn't rolling, during rehearsal or waiting around, there was this air of comedy - of love - of things moving forward and happening. As soon as the camera started rolling, the actress tightened up and lost the comedy, lost the love.

I was woken up in the middle of this dream and I had wanted to go back to it. I liked it. Especially the comedy parts where everyone was getting along, but as I type this entry I realize that I really don't like this dream at all. I wish I hadn't dreamt it.

Note: I think I woke up in the middle of the night coughing, got a cough drop and went back to sleep. I'm pretty sure I did this, but I'm not positive. I hate when I have that feeling.