Living Proof

Yesterday I watched a movie called "Living Proof" which is about Dr. Slamon's work to get the Herceptin drug approved to treat breast cancer. It was a very interesting, very moving movie. Of course, it infiltrated my dream....

I was a patient in a hospital with cancer. I wasn't allowed to leave. I was watching another patient with her infant son and they were just sitting there and rocking. I was making phone calls, standing at a desk with a clipboard.

Then I was watching a wedding. The bride was sick. They were on the edge of a river. Some of the guests were about to jump in.

Then I was watching a patient who wanted to take a picture. It was Amy Poehler from SNL and she was sitting in a weird pose, almost like the pose from "Parks and Recreation", her new show, when she fell into the pit.

Yom Hashoa

A few days ago it was Yom Hashoa - Holocaust Remembrance Day. I ended up watching Schindler's List last night - and it went late, so of course it infiltrated my dream.

The only thing I remember: I was in one of the work camps and the liberation just occurred but Oman Goeth didn't want anyone getting out alive. I was standing there in a room crowded with people and he was about to puncture my chest with a ball point pen. I asked for a bullet instead. I held my hands up, yelled "I love you all" and was shot.

Gruesome, I know, but so was the holocaust. Here's to the survivors. I can't even imagine what you endured. If you ever get a chance to visit the Tolerance Museum in Los Angeles - it's a heavy day, but worthwhile.

Fish and a Game

We were at my brother-in-law's house. We were getting the kids to bed but the bed wasn't right. It was too tall or too long and we couldn't figure out where to put anyone. There was a bucket filled with fish tank fish and there was also a small pond. Someone was taking the bucket and they put it into the pond instead of the fish tank and there was a fuss over that. We were trying to get the fish back to where they belonged.

Then the dream changed to me standing in a small building. There was a bar at the one side where I was working. Not the kind of bar where you would order a drink but a slab of wood against a wall where you could eat. There was a small cash register as well. I was going through all of these books trying to rip out the coupon section and asked a man standing by me for help. He asked why I was doing it and I said, "My Kids."

G had a dream too. He said that someone gave him a gift certificate and he went to a game stop but it wasn't the game stop and he bought a new video game and it only cost $2. There was one cool "boy" game and all the rest were "girls." He was very excited about his dream.

The boy in the Striped Pajamas

Last night I watched the movie "The boy in the striped pajamas." It was powerful. Extremely powerful. It infiltrated my dreams.

I kept replaying the last scenes over and over. On top of that, I changed it a bit. There was a boy who was living in a different time. I couldn't say if it was the past or future, but it was strange and odd. He had to run away from authority. He kept using his quick wits and cunning to get out of difficult situations. He hid in a can. He kept finding friends who would help him out. But the scene kept replaying over and over also. It was so detailed but I can't remember the details at the moment.

Mish Mosh

I won an emmy award. I was the last one to win and I was waiting my turn to stand up in front of the press. Most of the press was gone by this time. I stood up and thanked them. They asked me what I wanted to do next. It turns out I won the emmy for a commercial. I didn't know what I wanted to do next. This one reporter kept asking me a question but I couldn't understand her. I kept asking her to repeat herself and thought it would be rude to go on to a different reporter. There were so many lights it was like being on stage where you know people are out there but you can't really see them. To do anything more would mean I'd have to move and I didn't want to move. I was wearing my coat over my dress the whole time and didn't even realize it.

Then I was in a store and watching a family - third person - who was getting ready for an engagement party. They were going to fake kidnap the bride and groom and they were getting all their supplies from a hardware store. They were just standing by the checkout counter, talking and laughing the whole time.

Then I was in charge of the haunted house - Bloodview - again. I had all these supplies I had to buy and had forgotten about and the room was about 1/3 the size of what it is now. I had nowhere to store costumes or makeup or anything. Our first night was a good night. In my dream I painted my face up like a bird and dipped my hair in the makeup to color it. It was a great look.

Then I was going out on a boat or ride with some friends to go find a restaurant but the dream gets hazy around this time.

Training and a Bus Ride

I should have blogged this morning because now I've forgotten a lot of it, but here it goes:

I was part of a group - fraternity or a campus group of some sort. We were the underdogs - just like in all of the movies. We were supposed to go to the olympics of some sort. I remember that we were in a room and we kept practicing rhythmic gymnastics. I was wondering why we weren't doing the regular gymnastics. We were using the ribbon for most of it but were incorporating some other elements as well. I kept saying that I was older and wasn't as flexible anymore so it wasn't going to work. We also had a lot of problems with our funding.

Next thing changed to me riding a bus with G. It was a city bus and we had to pick up Little One. I had no phone or purse with me but we had to get to the airport or some other place with a time deadline. I asked the driver to stop since she was passing up the street I was going to and her next stop was miles away. At first she wouldn't but then, a few streets later, she decided to stop for me. I wasn't even sure Little One was there because I had no phone or way to contact anyone.

Hospitals and Fake Superheros

The dream starts off in a hospital emergency area. It's old-fashioned, with small doors and white, billowy curtains everywhere. There's a girl I know in a bed and she's there for some treatment for pain she's having. I'm also there for treatment. An Epipen gone wrong or something like that. I was sitting in the bed by my friend and her mom but then get really tired so I go to my hospital room and lie in bed and doze off. The doctor's come in to check on the girl and she's doing fine so they let her go. They come to look at me. There's 3 doctors, all older men. They're talking about me and I can hear them but I'm so tired that I don't say anything. They start to get worried because I'm not moving. They say I look sallow. They're starting to get real worried but they leave the room. I turn over onto my side or make some kind of movement and it eases their worry. Afterwards I take all this junk food and cake stuff and throw it all in the garbage can. I know that's what made me sick and I start just throwing everything away.

The dream shifts to a gymnasium of sorts. There's people everywhere. The MC is asking around the room for people's superhero names. Some are good, others are pathetic and he shoos them away. I have what mine should be "Hunter Steele" (emphasis on the silent e at the end) and, after the MC chose his last few people he was going to call on -- I was the last -- the girl right before me chose the last name of Steel (no silent e at the end) and I had to think of something super quick because it was almost my turn and I wanted to be chosen.

That's when I woke up.