Had a weird dream:

-my parents wanted to adventure so I had to get rid of everything I owned and prepare to backpack for basically the rest of my life.

-after stressing a lot I decided that I wanted a back up plan, and they happened to have an apartement that they could but never did use, it was grad student housing inexplicably provided to them for free. And it was very stressful moving all my stuff over there on my own, I felt like everyone was looking at my weird. and there was only a very tiny unreliable elevator, and the apartement was on the 17th floor.

-I was also feeling rushed because something unnamed and antagonistic was looking for us or something.


-The mission was to build power-lines in all the poorer communities in our area-- there was a whole huge valley full of people who didn't have phone or powerlines, although they were the people who built the power lines else where. so we figured they'd know how to.

-Im not sure when I became a grey 80 year old man working on this project alone. and then we were trying to enlist the help of birds. Unsuccessfully. And I tried hang-gliding, but there were problems there too. So I threw in the towel an woke up.

I remember part of my dream was this great idea I had to do a production of the taming of the shrew with the genders (and gender roles?) reversed. I was the director, or co-director, in my dream.

The problem is I have never read nor seen the taming of the shrew, and I don't know what it is about. I've only seen one scene, I think.

So I'm thinking I should read it.

I think I would be a good director, if I was involved in the theater world. But you can't really legitimately expect anyone to let you direct when you haven't acted in anything significant.

I was Dream conversing with my dream college school mates, and we were talking about how our school got built because of and around live journal, but how it was such a waste of time reading it so often.

I was like, yeah most of it isn't worth it. I skim the entries, and if the first sentence of a paragraph isn't so intriguing that I really feel the need to read on, on to the next paragraph I go.

Then my alarm went of. Ironic, I thought, I have to read on for this one (the alarm), but (this beeping) is one of the most uninteresting first sentences ever.

Disclaimer: I don't actually think you or your entries are worthless, nor do I judge them so harshly.

I had a dream about a tarp like thing that made very dark cool shadows, and also encouraged things, mainly grass, to grow under it, in the shadows, it was like, the ultimate solar energy. also the ultimate shade structure, cause I think I was supposedly at burning man, even though it wasn't hot or dusty. It was kind of cold.

People I knew from school were in my dream, and Karen Wells was in my dream. Plot? dunno. Things were written on bits of cardboard.

I am on Emily's computer. Her and kevin are in the loft, not asleep, but in a world that I think contains only the two of them. They are so beautiful.

I have been officially offered the job at Peets. I got the manager to like me, over telephone. We got talking about how exciting the environmental architecture of the new plant in Alameda is. Mmmm people.

I was a moment ago listening to Bob tell barbara about a tire tube that only had a little green stuff in it and it wasn't oozing so he went ahead and patched it. He said the green bubbled at every little hole and therefore just made it easier to patch. He didn't know what the green was though. Maybe it is an alien.

There was a kangaroo in my dream. It was just like normal real life, I was in a downtown area, and then there was a kangaroo, and I was like, what?

I was having a very nice, only mildly stressful dream, involving submarines and doctors and interesting people, and then there was a hurricane coming in a few hours, and I started to grab a couple things so I wouldn't be miserable on the submarine or after, and then someone told me I needed to pack up and take everything. I finally woke up because I was tired and frustrated of packing things that weren't important to me, like clothes.

I was technically awake at 10:15, and that was before I really got into this dream. I finally got up at 11:20. Also, the elevators move instantaneously in improbably ways- I know this because I couldn't catch a moment alone with this one man who I just wanted to kiss. damn elevators.

I also had a very cute imagining of a little animal, that was inspired by the stained glass butterfly on my window and the wrought iron bars, but was a purple monkey scampering to stay alive on some piping, and using the tail of a malicious snake to get down a few levels. That was the dream that lead into the submarine dream. The poor little monkey was going to die. This was worrisome.

I've walked into a performance in a jym. I don't know what it is, but it is somehow related to my highschool, which I am still a part of. Just, generic school. I am dressed in all green, like a fairy, and like the rest of the performers. It is a fire performance so I tell them I'll do fire safety. I run around a lot, messing up the appearance of their performance, but no one cared anyways, or was watching cause it's school. Also, I don't think there was any fire. Then we were, as a class I guess- people I didn't know, in some other part of the same school. I think it was a middle school, but not our school, and far away, and a tornado was coming. I told every one we needed to get safe, but the people from the school didn't listen, or notice our existance except to complain that we weren't supposed to be there. The people from my school only partially listened, making a nominal effort but joking around a lot. I just headed down and down and down more and more stairs, hoping and swinging around corners, like controlled falling, but since it was a dream, it felt like falling, but there were windows every level down. somehow every room had windows. Robin was sitting on the couch in the basement, laughing and chilling with a friend, and there was a big window right above her, she didn't understand. I was going from room to room like a frightened rat trying to get out of a locked bedroom. Finaly I found a room , a little nook or cranny where I could even hold onto smoe supporting beams.
I must have fallen asleep there because I wake up in a rather mediocre car. It is raining hard and I am curled up in the front seat so all I can see at first in the curtains of rain slathered down the front wind sheild. Once I become oriented, I see that Mary Dougherty is driving. I'm angry, because we are driving through a possible tornado. I don't know the status of it becuase the radio is not on, but it is freaky, because earier when we were on the school bus on the way to somewhere, there were cats sitting /clinging to potted plants flying through the sky, and the driver almost couldn't keep the bus on the ground.

So we are in downtown oakland, at night, driving, hoping to become safe from the tornado somehow. In my dream logic, I suggest we go to my step fathers place. So thats where we are, somehow, we don't get caught on the way. Then the people left are mary and Jeff, cause I do't know what happened to the other people, who wouldn't listen, and Ialso don't know how Jeff showed up, but because he was so obvously there the whole time I didn't think of it.

Weare trying to hide in the besement, but it doesn't seem as safe as I though because it isn't a real basement, and the only think seperating it from the upstairs is some floor boards. It sound like a train outside, as if we lived half a block away, and the horn and wheels never stopped. Mary Jeff and i were clinged to a beam. Then I stopped my dream, and tryed out the rocks. I went through several dream senarios, trying to find the one least likeley to lead to death. I needed to find something that if I was holding on to Mary and jeff, it could hold all three. We werepushed far under the house, under the stairs, when the tornado took off the top of the house, and my bed room. My bedroom is right outside of the storage room. Its sort of a besement, but with windows, and not very tornado proof.the last remaining wall on the west side tears off, and mary starts to fly away. I grab her arm, and dg my nails in, and pull. The wind is strong and just keeps pulling . i don't wantto let go. At this point, i decide that I am hanging onto the water heater instead of the wood, so I can pull her in more easily. I don't remember whethr I saved her. there were so many scenarios, i some of them jeffery was flyingaway, and in some isboth, and i was determined tohold on always.

Fnally I just decided I wasdone with the drem. I got to the eye of he storm, which doesn't make sense in this context. in the dream i was urging people stay,because an eye doesn't last long. but I just woke up instead and determined that I would right it down today, somehow, somewhere.



I remember when I was younger, at the boys and girls club, a funnel was near by. Worse that a warning cause a funnel can juat touch down any minute. They had us crouch on our elbows and knees under benches in he game room. It wouldn't have helped much. I snuck outside when no one might notice me, and watched the tunnel, swirling clouds, and feeling the strong clod wind in my hair. there was a rainbow, and only a sprinkling of rain. Little drops felt sometimes like whips and sometimes like butterfly kisses on my bare face and arms.

I wasn't afraid because if I died I died, and that would be that. If it touched down, I wouldn't any more or less dead than the kids crouching for hours under light wooden benches. I could have run inside if I had needed to- I was only right outside the door way. It didn't touch down.

I did this on a few occaisions, and no funnel ever touched down under my watch. The other occaision happened to be in the same town, now that I think of it. Brandon and I were at our apartement with mom. I don't remember if Brandon was there actually. There were sirens, and in between sirens I went outside to play in the rain with neighborhood girls. They were all much older than me, which might be why my mom let me do it. We got cups and scooped water up off the ground or the runoff drain or the creek, which was overflowing almost up to the parking lot, and moving fast. We were all soaked. Then one of us saw the funnel in the sky. There had been sirens based on the weather, but there hadn't been a funnel before then. We stopped and stood there, and stared, out necks bent, our heads back, in awe. If we said anything, it was in a whisper. After watching it for a good long while, in the windand the rain, we decided we had best go in and get on dry clothes before the alarm sounded and our parents made us hide in the bathrooms or where ever seemed sort of a little bit safer.

did anyone watch care bears? YOu know the episode about the infinite apple tree, and people start stocking up on apples cause they are afraid the tree will stop producing, then it dies. Its totally referencing speculation, dudes. One person takes an extra, which spurrs others to take more, ...


I need to write down a tornado dream today. It was sortof lucid, but I didn't have total control. I was with Mary Dougherty and Jeff Wong.

Also, I got SOOOO much sleep! I meant to call a friend of mine who had wanted to hang out, because on tuesday I had told him thursday, but I had actually meant wednesday. But then I decided to take a name at like 6:30 or 7:30? And now it is morning, but it feels like i should be evening after a nap cause I got so much sleep, and because I didn't use my evening. It is disorienting.

Ok, so I dreamed I got stuck in some english-speaking country in europe, I forgot the name of it. It was pretty I guess. I was trying to find a pay phone. I found it, but I didn't know who to call, so I called the operator. I was both alone and with three or for peer-aged people who I didn't know.

Oh, I was in Barcelona! I remember!

I called the operator, cause it was an old fashioned phone, by dialing 0, and some young guy came on the line.
"May I help you?" He asked.
"Uh... yeah..." Then I don't remember what I said, but it resulted in his telling me,
"There aren't any flights back to America, or anywhere really, right now." I think I was remembering the lock down at the school yesterday, and was like, "huh, maybe thats why."
And then, the people I didn't actually know were talking to me for some reason about something, so I couldn't concentrate on the operator, so I said good bye, even though I really wanted to interogate him about the whole being stuck here thing.

Perhaps what people were talking about were the scary things in the sky, because then there were scary things in the sky.
I don't know what they initially looked like, because after a while of my hiding in the tallish grass watching these things look like they were about to crash into me, I realized that they were commercial airplanes, and they were being sucked obcenely out of the sky, bely first some of them. I turned around after a bit more of hoping they wouldn't hit me, and saw they were all being sucked into this huge vortex thing.






I'll finish this later I hope- I have to go to class.

I dreamed I was the most perfect person ever. I only realized this after I woke up. It was just a nice sleep, so I guess a good dream. I was really nice. KT was there, and also awesome.

Wait, never mind, I was covered with horrible horrible bug bites- maybe ant bites, because I was a some camp thing (indoor, with bland bunks and open space and lots of people... maybe on a boat?) and I was doing various rituals but I didn't know why. Just cause they made me feel good about myself. Apparently it was a jewish ritual that involved sweet cookie crumbs laying on the side of my bed, and I gathered half to eat before bed and let half sit there, on my bed, until morning. Weird.

Anyhow, there was this guy who apparently slept in the same bed as me, but I don't know who. He was an aquantance- someone I sortof new I guess. Anyhow, he apparently thought I sucked for not knowing why I did this ritual, and he was like, what do you know about jewish men? And it was totally relevent. And I was like, I don't know- There was this israeli soap opera I somehow was watching the other night. Well, that didn't cut it for him, and he thought I just absolutly sucked as a person, and so I got all these horrible bug bites.

But later in the dream I was hanging out with kids and such things. And was going to take this little girl to a parade I think.

Right, cause kids are things.


In other News:
I saw Sam yesterday, which was very nice. I missed him- I had actually spontaneously thought of calling him to see if he was in town that morning, and then he was, obviously. We went swimming in Lake Anza, with Emily, and Sam's younger brother, and a girl named Jacky who was an acquaintance, if that, but is cool.

My dream last night was strange. The whole night, s'far as I know, was one dream, one idea, mostly chronological.
I was being chased by some guy, tall skinny I think. I was with other people. When he caught us he shot us, my compadres were shot first, rightnext to me, shot dead. Ever shot was too bulletts. bangbang bangbang bangbang. When he got to me he kept missing me. I kept dodging. I almost remember vividly. First to the right then to the left then down. Two bullets every time. But finally, as a result of dodging, I was on my stomach on the floor, a step down from him due to the strange topology of the floor, but, essentially at his feet. He fired into my back. Bangbang. and again bang bang bangbang, two more times, into my spine to be sure I was dead. And I was. Pleased, he walked away. A few minutes later I lifted myself to my hands and knees and then to my feet. I was not in pain, however, I felt how in my dream i interpreted a dead person would feel. But mostly I knew I was myself. i walked back from the woods, through farm land like area, and eventually got home. I thought it was convenient that I was still here for a while so that I could inform people that i was dead, and give people the passwords to my email and instructions on how to make sure everyone knew- I sometimes worry that smoe people just would never find out, because no one would no how to reach them or even know they existed in my life. So I dreamed I told emily, and she was like, oh poor mackenzie, but much less upset than she would be. In fact she was very level headed and rational, like one would be when noticing that their dog had gotten out side and was in the front yard getting all muddy. As inconveinient as it is, one would have to get it inside and give it a bath. but I wasn't doing much, I was sort of hanging out with people. I remember pretty quickley after I got home, I got on live journal and posted that I was dead, and here were some practical things about me, for anyone who reads this, cause I wanted things out there, not knowing how long might last. The days were happening- I was going about being like, huh, I am dead, and there were big bloody holes in my back which weren't bleeding. after awhile people were like, are you sure you're dead? and i was like, I totally checked when I first died, and my heart wasn't beating. However, there ,must have been blood circulating smoehow, no that I think of it. It was probably just passivly sitting there, swishing around all anti gravity like.
i was at this party. Being like, huh, i'm dead, and rosie was there, and she was in her wheel, which was not at all strange seeming, it was just like, my subconsious was like, here is this person, and I guesse her shirt would be pink or maybe blue, and here is her nose, and here is this person, I suppose she ought to be in a wheel chair, and here is her hair. They are not the details I paid attenton to in the dream. in the dream she was alleric to wheat. And it was nighttime not long after I died, and i was tring to find her something without wheat. it wa like the way the food at partys is when you are looking for a snack at two a.m. after crashing on the couch. Except there were still indeterminate numbers of anonymous people milling around. And so the stuff I found her had wheat in it, and she was like, no I can't eat tht, and I felt bad, caue she was hungry, andthen the sun was apparently coming up. thats one of the wheel chair like details- I didn't pay much attention to it. Oh and at some point there was a ferris wheel in theback ground. At one point in the dream i was sad, because I wa thinking about all thetimes someone has asked me what I would do if i knew i had only a small amount of time left to live, and here, I was in that situation, but I wasn't doing anything awesome or amazingly exciting, I was just sitting around the house with family (Bob and Barb and Em), making popcorn and what not. It was a little sad, but it was also like, huh, this might be the best way to spend my last hours. Also, I was already dead and i felt kinda stiff so it would be har to like, go rock climbing or hanggliding or whatever. (Now I have a strong desire to climb things) And then I was talking to kate, and she was like, are you sure you are dead? Maybe you should go to the hospital. You've been around being dead for like a week, and like, maybe instead of handing your life and secrets over to people you should make sure you are actually dead cause I think maybe you aren't.
so i went to the emergency room, and they made me wait,even though i was either dead or dieing, cause i had waited a week to come in. And my back was hurting, and there were holes through which people could see organs, and somewherelodged in therewere bullets, and I was like, come on! You want to check me out, please?

And then I woke up, because it was like 9:30.
also at smoe point either on the way to sleep or while i was sleeping, i realized that I really like the little three you old I know and totally want to spend more time with him than i anticipate doing this year. In fact I was thinking about earlier than last night also. i was think about how em and i decided to not babysit him on the twenty first cause it'll be my 18th birthday, and I was thinking, hmmm, it might be cool to babysithim on my birthday, and take him with me wherever I go. His name is Ean. he is just great.

involved zombie like people with led like glowing eyes. They took over, but turned into dust when we shouted boo or otherwise scared them. When people dies they turned into them.
But then they were ok- useful for brainless tasks, such as data entry.
then one got to intellectually stimulated and began to turn back into a human- so she was also losing her magical logicalness and superhuman strength which was unfortunate. She had eyes that glowed blue.
Then, I was that girl. And I was a bodyguard, the bad guys were coming. We all went into the tiny basement, but of course that was the door they came in. I hid behind the door and then tackled this three hundred/ four hundred pound really really flubbery fat guy. Really fat. We sort of fell over and I pinned him with my amazing wrestling technique. Then this girl from the team this year, who I don't know, felt like she should be the one holding him down, so she took over.

I might finish writing it down later. It disturbs me. I don't want to analyze it.
Shut up and leave me alone.

I dreamt that Freya and Lena went to Hampshire College, and apparently Massachusetts was both on the border of Washington, and about an hours car drive away. But, somehow, on a very dangerous thoroughfare? It was an urban campus, with towering building that remind me of San Francisco. But it wasn't a large city.

Well, then we decided we'd just drive across a few states to see other colleges, such as Macalester, which was where massachusetts ought to have been, and sarah lawrence, which was where it should have been.

We were staying in a hotel there, and next thing I knew, I was trying to figure out how to get home on my own. I had been abandoned. Apparently my mom thought I was with my brother or something. But trying to get home on my own like that is very unlike me. I would have called people etc.

However, I have no dream information between the time of me being with my mom, and me getting home. I was on a tossing and turning, crashing sea, a float on a cello.

I dreamt about trying to stay afloat on this cello, without getting water in the f holes, for a long time.
Finally I arrived a dock, with apartement houses, and I was frazzled.
"Where is my mother!!!" I thought to myself. Because this was where we lived. I looked around all over the place. I was so lost. I knocked on doors. NO one there. Finally I found someone. She was annoyed at me, but she took me around, looking. Then she deposited me in a house she claimed was my moms. I was dubious. I sat alone for hours and hours waiting.

Finally, to my surprise, some one who wasn't obese (it seemed everyone was), came walking up. Familiar face. It was my mother.

Where were you? I thought.
Oh, hi. she said.
She showed no guilt or remorse. Apparently she thought I was with my brother. Then she went to go watch T.V.
I sat there, in the unfamiliar sea side living room, cold, wet, and hungry.

Oh. Wow. i am depressed. i should obviously do something about. this. I am going to get up and do something about this.

I had intended that to be the whole of my entry, but writing feels so nice, and also sort of makes me feel like crying. I prefer the nearly choked up feeling to something. I'm not sure what exactly.

I had intended to sleep off everything last night. Get a really good nights sleep, feel great today. However, Paco intercepted me. I kept me half awake all night, which is the worst I think, because it means I didn't bother to throw him out of my room, and he prevented me from deep sleep.

I had a dream that I was, like, homeless or something. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the side walk. BUt not well, obviously, because Paco was interrupting me. I was also one of those crazy aunt types with a sleeper van and showed up at an ideal cottage which bore emotional resemblance to when Jacobs mm sheltered me. and a little windy cobblestone road, and I think I (who wasn't I) had cat eye glasses with rinestone and stole things from the house. Was it family. I don't think I actually stole anything,. but I was leaving for some reason. I can't recall exactly because my brain is sort of foggy, not empty, but tied up and gagged in away that my consiousness can't really find or communicate wit it.

I've had two weird dreams in the last to nights. If I can remember both of them I might.

It took place in a craft store thing. The theme was that I was looking for some pink thread and couldn't find it. Cos was waiting for me and getting annoyed. A bunch of other stuff took place. I realized I had spent 6 hours in there, and hadn't really looked hard enough.

The dream was based upon an anxiety I have about making people wait for and taking too long, inconveniencing people, being late etc.

I mean really. Fuck. Really. That was the most random thing ever. But there really is no reason it shouldn't have happened that I can think of... Although some awkwardness cannot be avoided. But that is now expected and the way life often pan out. I'll just smile and offer no explanation.

In other news, I had quite an exiting affair in my dream last night. With this dark, mysterious, probably dangerous sleaze. But I don't really think it matters that other people neither liked him or trusted him because we had some pretty mutual fun. The only thing I remember his being adamantly against was the high school yearbook staff, because one of them had flicked off him and loved ones once when he was in high school. He was long out of high school, so I'm not sure why he was worried about the year book.
At one point I pinned him against the fence of a small tot-yard playground, next to an old ladies house, and started kissing him. Surprisingly I had the upper hand in the relationship. Well actually, not really but I didn't allow myself to be pushed around. The old ladies invited us in. guy turned out to be very nice, grudgingly so. Imagine one of those extreme ass holes. Well actually, imagine a not quite asshole, like Issac. He acts like an asshole but in fact he is nice. Thats like this dream person but to the extreme. We had a lot of sex, me and him. I think once in a parking deck.
What the hell is up with my dream?

Um, I had a really nice day yesterday. I saw a fireworks finally while sitting with Walter at the edge of the Albany bulb, waves splashing a yard or two from our feet, and migratory birds flying in a v, literally directly over head. For a few moments, we had a fluid ceiling of silhouetted bird.
Lovely.

My black eyes are worse but I think the swellings gone down.

I had a complex dream in which I just realized today that my english class wasn't through, I was supposed to read a book, I think called why the caged bird sings, and right a report, and I was supposed to learn lines for a play being preformed on Sunday.
There was a party at my house that I ignored, so My mom thought it was such a fun party that she forced me to go to one the next night that was not at our house. And for some reason there were photographs of her at a friends party that I wasn't at, like her putting mistletoe above an annoyed Janelle-like person.
Well after we left (and our house wasn't our house but a nicer house with a yard and trees and a back porch), the was this attractive, I suppose servant, boy who closed the gate behind us. Apparently that was his job. But I could tell he liked me by the way he went out of his way to be nice to me. I winked at him as I was walking off into the dark moonlight night. No street lamps, but a huge old tree he was standing near, he only about an inch long silhouetted figure form my perspective. It was a secret wink, as I walked off arm in arm.
I went to the party and I was totally out of place and frustrated because I had the learn lines for this play. There was a whole part of my dream devoted to learning these lines. My character was a gruff and buff sailor man, so I had to focus on the attitude and voice as well as the lines. Hard. It went like this: I walked past another sailor guy, who was with a fiddle in front of a music stand I guess, and I asked him what he was up to, he said fiddle, and I said I liked fiddle but I also liked Viola, viola A and B. I think B was normal, and A was somehow in between violin and viola. We talked about it I think, and then I looked at his part, and was like, oh, well that melody line is easy, see? and then was supposed to nonchalantly sing it perfectly in tune. The thing was, the music was written into the script, but there was not a real staff, and really fucked up beat division marking, so I was one supposed to be able to read it, but since it didn't make since, I was just supposed to remember all the lengths and pitches. It should have been ok, like learning a song, but it was so hard. I also couldn't get my voice low enough or my acting right. It was upsetting. I am not meant to be an actor. (as opposed to actress?). And Yes, unusually, I can read in my dreams. Boo-ya! So the party, somehow there was a news article about how Emily went to a schools out party in a top hat and tail coat... and all of a sudden this was the party I was at for some reason. Dream logic. But the adults hadn't turned into the sophomores yet. I told them I needed to go outside to practice my lines. It was dark and woodsy out; the kind of setting that would be spooky was wasn't. It reminded me of Georgia. It was nice, and natural- I was accustomed to it. Actually I was going out side to find the boy. Instead I found his furry orange/pink/blue koosh-like hyper twin. Still attractive, though small and animal. Unfortunately too hyper for my tastes. But I didn't realize it wasn't him, I don't think, so I played flirtatiously, following it to the back porch where there was a either blue or orange couch. I think I was color blind. I think it was dark bluish-grey. Worn out color. Anyhow, when I was considering the fur-ball-boy, the boy-boy showed up. He probably explained the fur ball. I probably responded with an oh. It was a relative of some degree. I think boy was part animal himself. Hot. I started making out with him. It was very nice? No, I remember, he didn't know how to kiss. I kissed him and he didn't move. It was because he was raised as a servant. So I had t explain to him that he desired me. I said, do you like me? Oh course, he nodded. Do you find me desirable? Of course, he nodded. So then you must desire me. Which means you want me. 'pause' ... What do you want to happen? He, of course didn't know. If you could imagine something happening here between us what would it be? I received a shrug. Ok, so we've come to the fact that you want me, agreed? Yes. So, to want me means you want to have me, make sense? Yes. So what would having me look like? Confusion on his part. Ok, so in order to have something, at some point or another, you have to take it, right? Even if its a gift, you still have to take it, right? I think hes starting to get it. So what would it look like to take me?
This boy was apparently a dictionary. so when we were making out, if someone looked over, I could open him up and pretend to be reading a dictionary. And at one point Aiyana looked out the window, saw me, and then came out to see why I wasn't at the party, and reading a dictionary instead. But I think that was before I was trying to logic him into having more aggression than a piece of furniture. At one point, I believe I was trying to show through example, and was manually moving his lips to the correct places, in a way that made sense and wasn't awkward in my dream. I wasn't really like me in my dream, was I? You couldn't say. I guess I was. But my face was normal in my dream, not all puffy. Though I guess the surgery had happened because I was really happy to be eating solidish foods. Kate had made me muffins, and I was eating a lot of yummy gingerbread and cake.

I remember more details but I am tired, Its midnight-thirty

There was also a dream, was it part of the same dream? where I was part of a youth bicycle postal delivery organization. That was a really interesting, almost eery dream. But I'm tired, I might write about that tomorrow if I remember. It was detailed and neat.

I had the strangest dream!!!!

I don't feel well right now. I accidentally fit-fully slept from noon to five. I need to stp doing this. First the normaller dreams.

I was sitting with mom on our couch and she was talking to john on the phone in front of me yet not telling me that she was agreeing to let him come over and hang out with her. I put the phone on mute for her and got really mad at her for that, and was being how I am about that, which at the time was so obviously domineering because I was ontop of and over her on the couch, holding her phone and yelling at her while she tryed to verbally defend her actions, which she knows weren't o.k.

In another or the same dream, I dreamed that John was really upset because his company had failed and crashed and he was out of work. The company was worth nothing. All the millions of dollars of stock options were worth nothing. I was again mad at my mother. I was like, Oh, shit, we should have divorced him sooner.

Somewhere around three or 4 o'clock I dreamed that my mothers skirt said it was only one thirty and I pointed out that it was wrong. I'm pretty sure that didn't actually happen. I was hoping it was really one thirty. But I read her skirt wrong anyways. Looking back on it I think it might have 9:20? it was a round working clock, thin and fabricy, sewn into her skirt.

Ok, and her is the weirder one. I was dropping off FBI materials in a booth. Then I was in the booth there was a talking spider that I threatened to kill if it wasn't were I could see it. I wasn't with the FBI anymore. Anyhow, there was a lot of this afraid-of-the-unknown-bugs that I haven't really had since I was little. Very squeak-jerk reactionary. Then other animals started to appear like blue birds and black birds. I was afraid of them to. Technically they could talk I think but I don't remember them talking. there were lots of animals and lots of bugs that sometimes left because it didn't accumulate that much. There was always the runner of the booth in there with me, who was friends with the spider, and didn't mind the other animals. But didn't stick up for the spider when I was saying to it I'd kill it. It was the truth. He/she knew it. I know we all talked but nothing important because I don't remember it. Also the small booth got larger apparently. And at some point it must have cease to be a booth with a window and started to be a living room devoid of anything but white wall, and maybe a couch, but acquired furniture slowly without me noticing. At one point was supposed to be my room because I have a guitar in my room, but is more likely to be someone else's because eventually it was in the upstairs of a house with a den like living room with beat up leather chairs that we eventually painted to be like cows. So. back to the animals. At one point there was this little kitten-kat on the couch, and I was trying to make a guitar but I couldn't tune it, and I said loudly the word "tune!" and this little cat tuned it without moving. But for some reason the guitar was the cat, and I was doing an awful job of trying to play it along with people because it was a cat, and I am already bad at guitar. Eventually the soul left the cat and turned into another little cat. I didn't pay it much mind. Although soon after I wanted to tune the guitar, which was small enough, into a violin. But the other little cat didn't want to tune it. It seemed deaf and dumb compared to the other animals which were sentient. I gave up on retuning and picked up this tiny cello bow and tried to play it anyway. The now flat, violin like furry butt on the [dead] cat went under my chin, and his neck in my hand. There was annoyingly no finger board, so my finders pressed down against squishy-furriness. and the butt of the cat squished down too much too. I was afraid it would start smelling. So I argued using some made up definition of in tune that would allow it not to rot.
There was a poster in that room, of some people: some sitting bored and some playing music. Some skater boy sitting next to me made a comment about how those people should be in here enjoying themselves like us [playing music instead of watching others play music boredly] At the time I figured he had a point but it was a pretty naive thing to say and it annoyed me, and I was in a bad mood. Later I was awake and ling sickly on the couch downstairs complaining of weird dreams and maybe a rash, and someones father who I don't actually know said it might be something potassiate, and I was like, her, yeah, I'm on that medicine, when I wake up I'll tell the nonexistent doctor about it. But after actually waking up I realized first that I didn't remember the first part of it and two that potassium doesn't really form a negative ion. Damn. I was so exited about it. I thought I'd fix myself.

The dreams was involuntarily about sleep. I was looking for my friend Amanda. She was my best friend from Georgia, the only one that I even remotely still care about. Well she was in town (and for some reason I lived with my dad, and he was mildly unpleasant, and Amanda wanted to play drums, and I was really happy to provide her with Imogen's drum set because we were at Imogen's house for some reason. It was very important that she be able to play drums).
I was looking for her in this gym sectioned off into rooms full of stuff in stacking buckets and such, that might have been for sale. The gym reminded me of the one that my middle school dance was in. I finally found her, but she didn't look like herself. Her skin was bronze and she was too skinny. She was sickly. For what she was saying, I thought that she was going to say that she had AIDs. But actually, she told me this story, that might have had to do with being homeless? For some reason though, she agreed to let this scientist inject her with something. It made her want to sleep during the day. He was trying to create nocturnal Humans. Unfortunately for Amanda it didn't work right.
Then later in the same dream I slept for 2 weeks strait on the corner of a side walk, In a sleeping bag. Rip Van Winkle style. My feet in their rainbow socks stuck out the whole time. When I woke up, people were surprised. They were used to seeing me there everyday as they passed.

Amanda and I went to a clinic where they tried to fix us. It gave Amanda narcalepsy.
They had a chart of our genes organized into day and nights of he week, and when they injected it with something, it changed some of it like a shutter.

I dreamt that Emily's mom brought a computer over. Both Emily and her mom were at my house, and both Emily and I had to use the computer. It was actually a really pretty dream.