I was at work and replacing someone’s broken iPod. They hadn’t backed it up but the only thing they wanted to transfer back on to it was a VHS of Land Before Time V, so I asked a friend to help me do it, and it was successful.
I was at work and replacing someone’s broken iPod. They hadn’t backed it up but the only thing they wanted to transfer back on to it was a VHS of Land Before Time V, so I asked a friend to help me do it, and it was successful.
I dreamed about an email I sent before falling asleep. I dreamed I talked to the receiver of said email over coffee, explaining my embarrassment, and expressing my regret for sending it. He told me he let his roommate read it, and then proceeded to joke about it. I woke up feeling embarrassed.
I was blonde, giving boat rides with celebrities that would teach you to play volleyball in a bay somewhere sunny. We had one girl who’s mother was really upset about some aspect of the trip and she like chases us down, and turns us purple. From the boat we would also lasso things in from the nearby shore where there were houses and such. After I got home from a boat trip, my mom told me she ruined my favorite apple shirt. That’s when I looked in the mirror and saw that I was blonde. But it was like I was imagining it, or surprised or something. Maybe it had happened by accident and I was unaware. Regardless, I really liked it.
I also dreamed that I posted a picture to twitter and it uploaded to that hosting site, lockerz. I was very distraught.
It was the day of the launch of the Verizon iPhone. I was in a Verizon store, though it was more like a hut on stilts, sitting in a marsh with a long, tall staircase leading up to the store. It was just a little matchbox of a store. There was a display cabinet with your basic cellphones in it, and there were three Verizon reps standing behind it. They had people from Apple there to help answer questions about the iPhone. They didn’t even have any on display. I looked out one of the two front windows to the line, which didn’t have a whole lot of people on it, but there were other Apple people there to help get them pumped up for the launch.
I woke up and head to get my mom up so we can make breakfast, and she has the goofiest smile on her face. After I poke her and say wake up, she says, “I was shopping all night…” I thought she was referring to the online shopping she had done before she went to bed (she discovered Etsy). Then she said, “I went to New York, and I got tons of really pretty clothes!” At this point I new must be talking about a dream. (Mom and I are notorious for having the wildest dreams.) “We went to Saks and all these different places. I ran into her while I was running and she was walking and we went shopping and we had donuts! And I got all these pretty clothes!” I thought she must still be dreaming; she still had the most ridiculous grin on her face. Then she said, “It was the loveliest dream I’ve ever had.” I finally woke her up completely, and she headed to Meijer to get eggs for our french toast.
Last night I dreamt I was talking on the phone to Henry, except I kept calling him Merlin, and my dad was making fun of me for it.
They were mostly flashes like an action movie. It was scenes of star trek tng, evil marching bands, and then me saving Kenneth from 30 Rock and falling in love with him.
I woke up to my dad watching star trek tng. Just made me realize how much of our dreams are effected by our daily activities. (recently had a 30 rock marathon)
I wish I always remembered my dreams, but what’s worse than forgetting them is forgetting them then seeing an image, hearing a sound, and having that feeling like you’ve forgotten something from a very long time ago. It takes a while to realize it was just a dream, and then you do, and you can only remember how it felt. Or it’s like you see still pictures from it, chopped up bits and pieces.
I think that’s worse than forgetting completely.
Sometimes they are too fucked up, like last night’s.
It’s like my subconscious knows that I’m struggling with something, and in my dream last night, it was resolved (even though in real life, I’m still struggling with it). The situation was extreme in my dream, so I can’t really go about solving the same way as in my dream, but it was definitely a message that I need to get it solved quick.
I dreamed I was drowning. I was in a twelve foot pool with kids, just playing when they pushed me down to the bottom - not purposely, just in jest. I knew I was running out of air, and I panicked. I was thrashing around and then all of a sudden it was like my body was shutting down. I couldn’t move or think. I just thought, I’m drowning, and that’s that. Even then, there was a voice yelling at me, “Just kick up! Just kick up!” But when I didn’t kick up, it started yelling at me to wake up. Then I partially woke up and forced myself to pull myself out of the dream. It was fucking scary.
I was babysitting my brother’s two youngest kids and I had forgotten I had a test. So I was asking everyone I knew if they could watch them for an hour while I go take my exam. Last person I turned to after everyone had said they couldn’t was my mom. I was sure she would watch them. She said she couldn’t. She told me to take them to the exam with me and that they were my responsibility. I broke down crying, sobbing, asking why no one would help me out.
I woke up almost in tears.
I’ve had stressful dreams almost every night this past week. None have been that bad. Most of the time they’ve been me arguing with someone. Silly arguments, arguments that apply to real life.
The stress from school is getting to me I think. It’s even caused me to have real life arguments. I have two more days and three more tests until I’m free for a week. But then it’s back to this life.
I think I’m staying here another year. As long as my grades improve. But do I want to stay here? I have zero friends. I live in a cave. It’s not somewhere I can call home. I don’t know why that’s so important to me, but it is. I need to be able to call where I am home. I’ve always been that way. I used to not spend the night at friends’ houses because it wasn’t my home. I hate that about myself; it’s my tragic flaw I think.
Gah. Everything is getting to me right now. I’m lying to myself. I can’t even own up to some of the things that I think I’ve done.
And it’s so FUCKING HOT in this cave right now. I won’t sleep well tonight.
I was with Mariant at what was supposed to be her house, but I’ve seen her real house and that was not where we were. She had dyed my hair blond, but forgot the roots, so it was like black and yellow, but I thought it looked awesome. Then she got mad at me for getting little blue drops of something all over the house and she made me clean them up.