The Stable

{ September 21, 2011 @ 10:08 pm } · { Friends, Other Weird Shit }
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I was at the stable and I had two lessons. Except I was at Willow Creek, not Reschburl. For my first lesson, I was on a blue horse, even his hooves were slightly blue. Redge and I talked about his blue-ness and she said she didn’t know where it came from. There were lots of other girls in the stable, too. Aside from the fact that it was Willow Creek and not Reschburl, I had my blue horse cross-tied next to what would’ve been Nick’s stall, which is where Cathy’s grain bins were.

I put my horse away and waited to see what horse I would ride next. I went into the arena, which was an amalgamation of Reschburl and Willow Creek. There was a girl having a private lesson there, with members of her family in the arena. There was a small X set up in the middle of the arena and trotting poles to the right side. The family was standing by the trotting poles. This giant beautiful horse was racing around the arena, completely impractical, and jumping this tiny X like it was a 6′ jump. The girl on his back didn’t have a helmet on, which I thought was odd, since Redge has the rules posted about wearing your helmet. I asked who I was going to ride next, and Redge asked if I wanted to ride this beast, and I laughed. She said maybe not, and I said I would try it. She told me to wait a few minutes, until she was done the lesson. It was getting close to 10pm at this point.

I went into the viewing room, which was the viewing room from Willow Creek, not Reschburl. All of a sudden, all these soldiers in uniform started coming down the stairs from the attic. I remember thinking that I was very poorly dressed, as all these soldiers piled into the room. They were younger guys, and I think that Redge was boarding them or something, I’m not sure. A few of them sat with me, but I think it was because they were tired, and I was soft to lean on.

Then they went up in some sort of slip’n'slide aircraft thingy. It looked like a magic carpet, but it was some sort of ride that was towed behind a plane / boat. I don’t know. All the soldiers went with Redge, but I didn’t go. She asked if we could reschedule my lesson, since it was kind of late by this point. I said that was okay with me. When the soldiers came back down from the airfield, I was waiting there in the boat for them (boat??). There was one who came over to talk to me, he had spiky blond hair and a round face

miley

{ May 25, 2011 @ 3:05 pm } · { Other Weird Shit }
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I dreamt that I had been invited to Miley Cyrus’s private birthday party at Disney. She sang to us and then we went back to her house. We were told not to take gifts but everyone but me had and I felt bad.

Kelly and I were seated at a table near the front of the house by a window. She said we could go to the store or mall right out front and get a gift. She suggested loose leaf tea and a teapot as a gift for Miley. It was weird.

Punches, Devils, Aliens, and Whale Eye Schools

{ February 27, 2011 @ 9:12 pm } · { Family, Other Weird Shit }
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I dreamt that I was reading, in the basement of a house, when Mom came downstairs and borrowed two books and went back upstairs. She was angry. Then she came back downstairs, stuck her head between my book and me, and told me it had to stop. I was angry back, asked if she wanted me to move out, and she said yes. I got up to pack my things, and I was furious, trying to figure out where I would get the money for rent, when I was already living so close to my budget. Chantal and JP were still allowed to live at the house, though, and that made me even angrier. I punched Chantal, and I remember mentally thanking Tony from P90x for showing me how to throw a punch. I punched her in the face three times and pushed her down the stairs. (yikes)

I stomped angrily around the house and tried to grab all my stuff, all the while yelling about my budget and what I was supposed to do.

I had another dream about … I want to say the devil or something. It was dead, in a snowbank. In a car. There were two parts to it, though. And they were arguing, about which part of them / it would live. One seemed to be a woman, in a dress? The other seemed to be naked, red, a devil of sorts. I’m not sure which one won out, as to who would live. I was scared of it, and I was there, in the snowbank, watching the argument take place. Someone else was with me.

I’m not sure if the devil was part of the alien invasion that also took place. There was some sort of alien ship, black, tall, long legs. It towered above buildings and streets. And they were taking humans like they were plugs, spark plugs, and shoving them into slots, all pink and fleshy and completely gross. I didn’t want to be one of the mucus-y plugs. I hid, ran, with a group of other people.

Then I was in a room, and there were other people with me again. There was a teenage  boy, and I asked what school he went to, and he said, “Robert Whale”. The other kids in the room were mad that he’d said something. But I realized that he meant he went to school in a whale. In a whale’s eye. The students somehow managed to transform into ants. The ants then went under the water and went to school on top of the whale’s eye. Together, they built some kind of dome over the whale’s eye so that the ants didn’t get wet when the whale went under the water. I turned away when they started building the top of the dome over the whale’s eye because it completely grossed me out.

Mud

{ February 5, 2011 @ 8:03 am } · { Uncategorized }
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I dreamt that I was back down there and that JP was there too. I dreamt that we were at some sort of show or concert, and Mud was there. He didn’t know I was there, and I never actually saw him, I just knew he was around.

Then I was with Sandra and we were in a hotel room or something. She tried to call him and she couldn’t get through. She found out he’d left the company. But she called someone else she knew, and they told her that he’d left the office down south and was working in New York! So Sandra went online and discovered that his IP address had been registered in Toronto!

So she was still on the phone with her contact, and she started to cry when she found out he was in Canada. I think she was upset that he was here. At one point she said to me, “what, does he think he’s just going to date girls like you?!”

She passed the phone to me, and it turns out that he was working the Maritimes, based out of New York but working into Canada.

Tropical Vacation

{ January 16, 2011 @ 11:21 pm } · { Family }
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I had a dream that we were all on a cruise ship, the family. We were going somewhere tropical for a vacation. We got off the first boat at a port, and we walked across a promenade into a building so we could catch a flight to the island. I had to go back to the boat for something, and so I had to come back to the building, and I had to walk through the water. I was wearing shorts and shoes, and I could feel the water around my waist. I was carrying whatever it was above the water level.

Dad was there, too, and Mom. They had gone ahead to get onto the plane (which turned out to be a second boat). And I said I would carry something for Dad. And we had time, so I decided to stop at the duty free. I asked the man behind the counter for two bottles of red wine. He didn’t speak English, I don’t think. And a woman came up, a blonde, and she also ordered two bottles of red wine. She got hers right away, and paid with a Paypass credit card. I couldn’t find my credit card, so I ended up having to pay in cash. And then he had to reach under the counter into a ziploc bag to get me Canadian change. On top of which, the man didn’t have enough English to tell me the cost, so he had to print the receipts and then give them to me. One bottle was $10.99, and the second was $11.99. I gave him fifty dollars, and I ended up getting about $2.50 in change. Yep, the guy in my dream ripped me off!!

By then, I was late for the plane/boat boarding. So I grabbed this incredibly heavy bag that I’d told Dad I would carry, and I put my two bottles of red wine in it, and I headed down to my left to go back out. Except a Black man with a Hawaiian shirt and dreds stopped me and said, “can’t go that way.” Of course not, that was the way I’d come in. I had to go out to my right, not my left. So I went back past the duty free, but I didn’t go up enough levels in the building, and I ended up coming out again in the water. And it turns out that I was too low, so I had to climb onto the dock, because I didn’t have time to go back through the building and go out the correct door. So I dragged the big bag through the water, and I realized that the dock turned slightly, so it was slightly wider at one point. So I put the bag there, and I started pulling myself up onto the dock. That’s when I realized that Uncle Peter was there, so I said something, so he’d know that someone from his family was there with him. And then I realized that the voice that I could hear speaking was Uncle Rob, behind Uncle Pete. Then I got onto the boat, and I could feel the sun on my back, and the tropical water all around me… And we were off, starting our vacation… and then I woke up.

High School….again

{ January 16, 2011 @ 11:13 pm } · { Family }
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I dreamt that I moved to Windsor and that I had to go back to high school. I have no idea why, as I still had my degree. The whole family moved – Dad and Chantal were there, too. I went to the high school to sign up for my classes, and I was told by the female guidance counsellor that I had to take both gym and math at the grade twelve level. I said that neither of those were my strengths, and asked if I really had to take them, and she said yes. The quirky part was that the course calendar wasn’t in a booklet or online, it was printed as images/pictures in the local newspaper. There was a picture of people participating in whatever class was available, with the title of the class underneath. It was all in colour, in the middle of the paper. I thought to myself that I had to go and get a job, because I needed cash. It was like I was almost trying to remember what it was like when I actually was in high school (and working two jobs), but I couldn’t figure out why I was there.

Shaking Bed

{ November 27, 2010 @ 5:57 pm } · { Other Weird Shit }
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I dreamt that I was lying in bed and the bed shook slightly, like the floor at work does when someone heavy walks by or a lot of transport trucks drive by outside. Then I dreamt it shook again, violently, back and forth. As if someone was shaking it from below. The mattress sank where I was sleeping, then swelled on either side of me, as if it was enveloping me to smother me. I tried to turn on my bedroom light and I couldn’t reach it, I was paralyzed in bed. Then I was sitting up, and my laptop was next to me, open and on, and a video was playing. It was  like a Japanese horror movie, I was watching myself in my own hallway. I was wearing a black coat and red lingerie, and my hair was short. I was like an automaton in the video, and for some reason, I was scared as hell when I saw myself do a handstand against the wall. Like an upside down cross.

I kept turning on the bedroom light and it kept turning the light off. I’d turn it on, it would turn it off. I tried to reach my phone, but I couldn’t reach it because I kept trying over and over to turn the light on. I finally grabbed it around the middle and slammed it up and down on the trunk, screaming that I wanted it to let me leave the light on. I grabbed my cell phone and I called Sandra. I knew not to text her, for some reason, I called her. She finally answered after a whole bunch of rings, and I was sobbing, out of breath, barely able to breathe, and I told her that I needed her to come and get me. She didn’t ask any questions, she just said okay. She said they were just going to finish “doing their thing” and she’d come right over. I said that there was something bad here. And she said “yeah, I can see mist outside your door”. I cried, and when she said she would come over, I woke up. I found myself lying on my left side, gasping for breath, face pressed tight against the pillow. And I fully expected when I reached over, that I wouldn’t be able to turn on the bedside lamp…

Lost in a Parking Garage

{ November 16, 2010 @ 4:03 am } · { Friends }
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I dreamt I went home from work for lunch, but of course it wasn’t my office it was almost like Dofasco’s head office but it had an underground parking garage.

I went home, but it wasn’t my place. It was an apartment of some sort, ang Grandma and Grandpa were staying with me. Grandpa was sick, like he was at the end, but Grandma was herself. They had moved some of my stuff around and I moved it a bit more. I had a single bed and I was taking a nap. When I woke up, I relaized I was late and I got in my car to go to work, and I looked at the clock and it said “1:18″.

The next second it said “1:45″ and I realized I was very late for work. I pulled into the parking garage and I couldn’t find a parking spot near the door. It was very dark and the door was in the left corner, up a flight of stairs.

One of my coworkers came in with his giant car and he went down or up a level. I had parked my car and I don’t know why, but I was following him, something to do with his parking spot? I turned back to the door and picked up the broom and started to sweep.

closets

{ November 16, 2010 @ 4:02 am } · { Chased, Friends }
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Sandra and I lived together in a big beautiful house with a giant kitchen. We had a Boxer and a Border Collie. Sandra asked me for help throwing out cards that the dogs had received; cards that I had sent to them. She had rows and rows of them filed.

Then I’m with a man and his friends / band and we’re hiding in this closet of many doors, and though the bad guy is outside the door, he can’t see us or hear us or find us, though he knows we’re in the closet. My man – the boss – starts talking about how he keeps his men interested and one of them says something about hats and so my man admits that yes, they wear costumes sometimes. We just keep going through these successive doors, and I’m naked, and it’s really close quarters.

We finally get to the last door and he opens it and a few guys go out but they decide the house is safe. I’m not so sure, but I go upstairs and get paralyzed, and decide to go to bed, because he’d told me that no one could get to me if I had folded back the blankets on the bed. So I was laying there, watching and listening to the other rooms upstairs, and something went whipping by. And then the Boxer came by again, and I felt better because if the Boxer didn’t see or hear anyone it was okay. Then the Border Collie came, too.

Snake in Indigo’s Cage

{ October 23, 2010 @ 2:05 pm } · { Snakes }
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I dreamt that Indigo was in his cage, and there was newspaper and some seed and junk in the bottom of the cage. And I realized that there was a snake in the cage with him. It was just a garter snake, but I feared for Indigo because I knew it could hurt him. I finally got Indigo out of the cage and he flew away, which was great. But I still had to deal with the snake in the cage. I thought for some reason I could get the snake out of the cage using just some papertowel wrapped around my hands and it would keep me from touching the snake and I’d be able to let it out on the balcony. But I pictured it all in my head in the dream and it worked, and I turned to the cage and was surprised that it wasn’t outside, it was still in the cage. I had to think of another way to get it out, so I thought I’d take the whole cage outside. But then I think I threw Indigo’s blanket over the cage, and then I didn’t know where the snake was, or if it had gotten out of the cage or not. I finally saw it, at the back of the cage, sliding along under the newspaper, and it scared the hell out of me. But I knew I had to get rid of it. Then I woke up.

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