I haven’t written a dream post in awhile. I started this blog writing and analyzing my crazy dreams. I’m not totally sure why. It wasn’t until about a year ago that I posted what I consider to be my first few Pieces of Writing. Actually, these were the first pieces of writing that I had written since… ever, really, other than assignments for classes. A … Continue reading Dream #16: Death By Freshwater Mussel
DREAM: My parents, sisters and husband are running through the city. There are “bad guys” dressed in military style garb scattered all about – on street corners, in buildings, driving tanks. It is noisy and chaotic, people are yelling and screaming. We get captured and are taken to sit around an outdoor fire pit. There is an enclosure around the benches we are sitting on … Continue reading Dream #14 : To Burn Or Not To Burn
DREAM: Someone neatly slices a wedge out of a beautifully presented, shallow, plain cheesecake. The Pac-Man shaped, almost whole, cheesecake (Big Cheesecake), and the smaller, pie shaped wedge (Little Cheesecake) are placed, together, in a large bowl of water, where they float on the surface. Once in the water, it becomes evident that both pieces of cheesecake are alive, and have personalities. Big Cheesecake moves … Continue reading Dream #12: Personified Cheesecake
DREAM: The Greek Dance group is practicing at my house. Apparently they decided to use my house since I have enough space, and I have many rooms in the shape of circles. This is convenient, since most Greek dances are circular in nature. It is a particularly important dance practice because the group has been invited to travel and dance ON THE MOON. Exciting. There is one girl in the dance group … Continue reading Dream # 10: Greek Dancing on the Moon and Mononucleosis
DREAM: We are traveling and part of our caravan involves several blimps. From where we are we can see out in front of us through a large domed window. There is an accident – people are screaming and scared. There is a little boy about 8 years old by himself, crying. We can tell things are going from bad to worse. The blimp in front … Continue reading Dream #9: Little Boy and Burning Blimps
I enjoy hearing other people’s dreams. When someone tells me they had a strange dream, I pester them until they describe it. Some of my friends know this, and they email me their dreams, whenever they remember them. This is quite considerate, since it saves me the energy from pestering. Very often, their dreams have something to do with the activities or T.V. shows they indulge in, something related to their job, or something they are afraid … Continue reading How Could I Not Dream About The Accident?
DREAM: I am at Meijer because I need to ship a package. My friend Krista is there and she is telling me about which boxes/envelopes are the best price and how she learned the hard way when she got the wrong one and her package got shipped to the U.P (7 dollars), then Alaska (20 dollars), then to Texas (5 dollars) then got returned (and she had … Continue reading Dream #7: Blood Drawn, Bartending, Beheading, Blood Cell Cartoons
DREAM: I go to McDonalds for breakfast with my sister, Angela and my uncle, Mike. We are sitting in a booth waiting for the McDonald’s staff to bring it to us, and it is taking forever. While sitting at the booth waiting for our food, my uncle’s truck suddenly goes from being parked outside to accelerating across the street – smashing into an apartment building. … Continue reading Dream #6: McDonalds Hashbrowns and Metal Robots
Dream: A group of us teachers, about 20 or so, are secretly hiding out in the board office. We are elsewhere during the day, but after everyone who works in the building leaves for the night, we pull our items out of hiding spots and appear to live there. People pull out couches, clothing, lamps, and other household items. We must have very large hiding … Continue reading Dream #4: School Board Room, Dunce Cap, Kicking White Horse
Dream: My husband is trying to kill a spider on the wall. The spider is peeking out from underneath a curled up piece of wallpaper, so just a leg or two pokes out. He hits the wall, paper towel in hand, but keeps missing it, as one or more of the “spider legs” keeps moving out of the way. As he continues trying, the leg … Continue reading Dream #3: A Spider, A Nautilus and Spontaneous Combustion
A Morning Grouch 