Dream Journal
I stood at the bottom of a set of wide institutional stairs and saw an old woman in her 80s leading a young boy towards them. I stepped in between the two of them and yelled at the old woman for treating the boy poorly.
I really wanted to protect the young boy. This old woman was evil - I could feel it in her skin. I punched and slapped and kicked the old lady until she could hardly move. I drug her up the stirs and dropped her on a landing before a man I knew. I grabbed a knife and chopped her body into little pieces.
I had chopped her head into four pieces and could see her brain. While all of her body parts were sitting in a pile on the floor, she was not dead, but neither was she alive.
B was an outlaw of some kind and I fell in love with him. We were soul mates and were going to get married. But then he gets caught and is on run. I went to his secret hideout - which was a few beds in my grandmother’s garage - and hid. I started to crawl under one of the beds, but decided to get in one instead. I closed my eyes and waited for him to return.
The room is pitch black as I waited. At last he comes to the hideout. I am very sad that he is going to be taken from me. I cried from the depths of my soul. A man showed up and arrested B then led him off to a row of shacks outside.
It is nighttime, dark. I pleaded for mercy, but the law enforcer doesn’t give it. He physically drops B into a tiny shack that already has one occupant. He tells me that B and the occupant, a woman, will be getting married because they will be spending years together in a tiny shack.
B accepts this fate too quickly and I am very mad that he doesn’t fight for himself or for me. I returned to the shacks years later to see him. They had two dirty children and had been upgraded to a larger shack. I wanted him to look at me, to catch my eye, but he wouldn’t. As if he didn’t even remember me.
Themes: B, Left Behind
Jayme and I were on the top floor of a castle. There was a fire and she asked me what to do - I told her to pull the fire alarm. We stood over an escape hole that has ladders in it in order to quickly get from one floor to another. A wire at the top of each floor is the fire alarm. I told her to pull every one that isn’t already activated on her way down.
I started down the ladders first, she next, and groups of people after us. She is going faster than I am and has to keep waiting for me so she doesn’t land on my head.
As we ran through the floors, Jayme pushed a shopping cart and threw extremely expensive items into it. I hold on to a few of my personal items, but she tells me to grab whatever I want - at the last minute I don’t have to take all of it if it will not all fit. I can decide later.
We reached the bottom floor and came upon a large pile of shoes. I looked in the closet at all the boxes stored there and don’t see what I am looking for. I ran around the corner and down the stairs, but still don’t see what I need. But I need to get out of the building.
Back upstairs, I see a pair of shoes sitting on the top landing. They make me sad because they are Melissa’s shoes, and I know that no one will take them because she is dead. I looked back in the closet, certain that the item I need has to be in there. But still it isn’t. I grabbed one of my calf-length leather boots and lace it up. I cannot find my other one - I asked Rodney if he has seen it, and he pointed into another room.
Melissa is in that room, and I asked her where my other boot is. She handed it to me and I pull it on.
Themes: Shoes
I was wandering through hallways with a lot of doors on all sides. There was one door at the very end of one hall that was pulling me towards it. This door and the room of which it is the entrance are both evil.
I lose control of myself and need to go to the door. I feel like my body is warped out of shape when I am standing by the door. I manage to pull myself away. But while I talk to someone, I become convinced that I need to go back to the door at the end of the hallway.
I turned to go back to the door and there a bellboy stood in the way, guarding the hallway. I needed to get back.
I was helping Beth look for something she had misplaced in her house. Her house was large with long hallways. Her family was out of the house for the afternoon; Beth was sure that her foster sister had taken this item, so we had to look fast before the family returned. Her foster sister was tall, skinny, and blonde.
After much looking, we were in the huge bathroom. Beth was about to take a shower and was walking around naked. She held a towel in front of her. I then heard a sound coming from under the sink. I stepped closer to it, and heard a small “help me.”
Beth stepped next to me (she was now completely dressed) and was holding a camera. I asked her to give it for me - the camera was my protection against whatever was under the sink. I opened the cabinet below the sink and stuck the camera in, taking pictures of whatever was down there.
To the right against the wall was a secret cubbyhole. In the secret cubby was a man sitting cross-legged. I was not scared of him. He told us that he was very hungry; Beth’s dad had not dropped any food around the sink in weeks. He wanted some cheddar cheese.
I was going to get married to Damon, but at the last minute I decided that I really wanted to marry B again. B and I kissed. I wanted to go on a honeymoon, but he wanted to stay in town. I stood with a large group of friends and announced that they were all invited to my party; a bunch were invited that weren’t in the room.
I then walked in large circles around the back field taking pictures. I took pictures of grass, mushrooms, trees, and twigs. I picked up a mushroom and placed it artfully on some grass. I quickly became bored with the scenery; there was nothing neat to shoot.
I saw a moose not far behind me. I stayed away from it and walked in the opposite direction of it - I did not want the moose to charge me. I walked up a small hill and turn around to find that the moose had been following me. I get the desire to take its picture without it charging or running away.
I hid behind a clump of roots and grass then leaned left around a tree and felt a sharp pain in cheek. I pull back quickly and something with suction pulls off of my check. There was a plant similar to a Venus Fly-Trap, only it had the bill of a duck. It had sucked hard on my cheek. I wanted to get the moose’s picture, but I wouldn’t lean around the tree in fear of the plant biting me again.
Themes: B
I gave my niece Taylor specific instructions and sent her into the bathroom to carry them out. I knew that what I had told her was terrible advice, yet I hardly felt guilty about it. After a while, I could hear Taylor in the bathroom calling out for her grandma.
I was sitting on couch watching television and called into the dining room on my right for my mother to go help Taylor. I interrupted a conversation my mom was having with another woman.
Then I stepped into the bathroom to check on Taylor’s progress. Taylor’s mom, Heidi, is sitting on the toilet without any pants and Taylor is standing beside her. Heidi held out her cream-covered fingers and asked me if this vaginal yeast infection medication was supposed to stay in its capsule form of if she needed to break it apart with their fingers like Taylor suggested.
Themes: Toilet
I was sitting in a large rowboat on a large body of water. I wore an elaborate satin dress. The day was very sunny and I had a parasail that matched my dress.
As the boat turned into a cove, we saw cannons being shot along the top of the water. Each cannon ball bounced off of large wooden blocks and went off in another direction. It looked much like some computer game.
We were then climbing up a mountain using trails wide enough for two cars to pass each other. It was an easy climb.
My family was at Costco in Anchorage buying groceries. Mom was relatively young and was wearing a white dress and bonnet from the late 1800s; she was also holding a newborn baby. Along one side of the warehouse was a long string of train cars. I walked up and down them with my dad. When we went around to the other side of the cars, we saw that “$1,000” had been painted in white on one of the cars.
My dad thought that one thousand dollars was a great deal for 6 train cars. The bagger tried to put them into a metal grocery cart while we paid for them, but she couldn’t make them fit. She could get two into the basket, but no more.
Dad decided to come back for them at a later date and so we went to the car to leave. I frantically looked around for Mom because she wasn’t in the car with us. When I asked Dad to wait for Mom, he told me that we were leaving her at Costco. This made me very angry with my dad.
Back at home, I went out onto the dirt road and hitched a ride. I intended to go back to Anchorage to get my mom. The ride I hitched was with some men in an RV. Not far up the road they pushed me out of the back door; I walked home.
I stopped by our neighbor’s and found that my Mom was hiding in their basement sewing. I was very happy to have her back near home.
Dad and I pulled into our driveway in his truck and parked in front of the house. I could see smoke through mom and dads bedroom window. I ran inside and asked mom if there is a fire. She said no, but told me I could check if I wanted. I opened the door to their bedroom and saw a naked person. I hurriedly shut the door and then, realizing it was Melissa who was naked, went back into my parents’ bedroom.
There were three teen couples lying on the bed and under the covers; all of the boys were wearing clothes and one of the girls was naked. I tell them in a rushed manner that they need to get their clothes on ASAP because my parents were out in the hallway. The naked girl was hunched down trying to cover her nakedness.
The girl on the left, Melissa, and the one on the right threw back the covers revealing they were naked from the waist down. I kept telling them to hurry up and get dressed. Only then did I notice that the room was filled with marijuana smoke.
Later, the boys had spread through the house and tried to disguise that they were masturbating. The three that were in the bedroom with the girls sat on the couch watching a movie and rubbed their crotches; they were hardly subtle. One boy kept running from upstairs to downstairs as if he couldn’t keep himself from masturbating yet was ashamed to do it in my parents’ house.
The last teen was playing electric guitar. He was really good. But after a while I realized that he, too, was masturbating but hid it quite well with the strumming of his guitar.
I was in my parents’ basement. My mom was standing on a stepladder next to the pool table fixing the overhead light. Dad stood next to her watching what she was doing. I was standing in the living room area watching both of them.
I utter ‘asshole’ under my breath; my dad looks sharply at me and asks accusingly what I just said. I told him that I called him an asshole. I was afraid that he would come over to me and hit me. Before he is able to react to me, Mom called his attention to the light and asked him a question. He told her something, then looked down and muttered ‘wench.’
Furious at what he just called my mom, I ran over to him and yelled into his ear as loud as I could. I screamed obscenities at him, knowing that it would probably end with him hitting me. But I felt a giant need to stick up for my mom.
I was lying on a lawn at an outdoor picnic; the lawn was situated on a slight incline. I was watching a toddler boy. We were playing and having fun when a beer can sailed over us and landed a few feet away. I looked behind me and saw a group of college students laughing uproariously and drinking some beer.
I yelled up to them to stop tossing the cans. One of the guys in front of the group was sprawled out on the grass holding a beer can. He was well over six feet tall and wore shorts with a long sleeve cream colored shirt. He responded to my request by throwing a few full cans at us.
One can nearly hit the boy I was watching. I stood up, marched up the hill, and yelled right into the guy’s ear to stop throwing his cans. I told him angrily that he had almost knocked out the little boy. He laughed in my face.
Barb, Glenn, Maria and I were walking down a dirt road in the middle of the country. The road was flanked on both sides by beautiful green trees and a grassy field was up ahead. I had a large stack of herbs I had picked from my garden. I placed the herbs into a neat pile on the side of the road near a corner.
As we were sitting down for devotions, I noticed Vicki was not wearing any makeup. She was very worried about how she looked and was ashamed that she would be seen in public without her makeup on. I didn’t think she looked bad at all, and didn’t find it to be an issue.
She cried at how horrible she looked and the rest of the staff tried to reassure her. She confessed that she doesn’t have a mirror in the bathroom at her new house and therefore couldn’t put on her makeup.