Dream Journal
I came home from work. My apartment was in a dilapidated apartment building. There was a large table in my entryway with people sitting around the table with a projector. I asked one woman at the end of the table what was going on, and she informed me it was a board of directors meeting.
My landlady stood up and I asked her what was going on and why they were all in my apartment. I said that I get off work at 4 and needed my apartment after that. She didn’t apologize or make any excuses. I knew I needed to be more direct and angry with her, but I couldn’t.
My landlady asked to meet me upstairs. The building was more like a hotel than an apartment building, and I wasn’t paying her a lot. I wasn’t sure what my rights were under the law. I worried that she would kick us out.
Upstairs, with none of the lights working, I sat down with her and B. She opened her book and listed her grievances toward us: all of our books on the bookshelves surrounding the apartment were too heavy, causing the bookshelves to bend and would break soon. I didn’t realize the books were that bad, but B knew.
Also, we were supposed to ask her permission if we had more than 50 guests over, and we hadn’t. I asked her when that was: she said that one night she had left to go to the store, and when she came home, the parking lot was too full to get her car back in.
I remembered the birthday party I had thrown weeks previously. I apologized for not notifying her and said that I hadn’t realized that many people would show up.
She listed a few more things we had done wrong, and then said that on a whole we’ve been great, the best tenants she’s ever had, but we needed to be out within the next two weeks.
I was panicked, not knowing where we would go. I tried to bargain with her, that if only she would let us stay and lower our rent a bit, we could fix the place up really nice for her. But she wasn’t interested in fixing the place up. We had to move out.
Themes: B
B’s sister asked me to pick her up and drive her to the movie theatre at the corner of 9th and 5th Avenues. I don’t really want to, but she asked so I took her.
I followed a car there; we took a long roundabout way around a large corner. I parked the car at 5th and 9th Avenues and waited for her. My friend Bjorn came out of the building and gets into my car. I wasn’t going to wait for B’s sister and drove off.
We stopped at a buffet to eat lunch. When we went in, there were pews lined up around tables. There were a few people sitting at a long table ready to eat, but otherwise the place is very empty.
I wandered upstairs and see that we had walked inside of a church as they were about to start a potluck. We needed to get out quickly without causing a commotion, but a man asked me why we weren’t staying. There was a cage around my car making it very difficult to get in, but we do and are able to leave.
I was then walking down the hallway in the back of the mall with Tina, Pam, and Tina’s new boyfriend. The hallway was lined with gorgeous dresses. We touch every dress as we walk by and talk about which we’d like to try on.
With no one else in sight, I suggested that we try the dresses on anyway. I pulled one down off of the wall and found that it was on a very simple hanger. I saw that it was a size 9, so I put it back. The next dress was also a size 9, and so was the one ofter that. All of the dresses were a size 9, which was too small for us.
As we walked further and further down the hallway, the dresses kept getting shorter and uglier, but all still the same size 9.
Themes: B, Pam & Tina
Two friends and I were stayign on the third floor of a hotel. We knew people who were staying on the tenth floor. We took an elevator that only went up to floor 4, while the people we knew took the elevator in the tower. In the lobby, we said goodbye to each other as we went opposite ways to our respective elevators.
Two older women got on our elevator; they were going to floor 2. The bottom of the elevator swung a little bit, and I felt dizzy. I asked if anyone else felt it, but no one did. Then all of a sudden the elevator walls went clear and we could see outside over the side lawn, which was covered in snow.
The elevator was traveling above the yard, as if it was taking us on a tour of the property. I leaned out and could see a cable high above us that the elevator was travailing along.
We came around a huge wooden play set, but the elevator wasn’t lined up right and instead of passing between two close posts, it hit one rather hard. My friend Jessica jumped out of the elevator and ran to the hotel building. I got out and guided it around the post, but when I got back in, the elevator hit something else. We got out of the elevator and went back to the hotel.
The door we entered in was near the bar. I asked the bartender to speak to the hotel manager. As I waited for the manager to arrive, I tried to make small talk with the people standing at the bar. The older man standing to my right thought I was flirting with him: he had had quite a bit to drink already.
I turned to leave and saw the manager, a tall skinny woman in her late 40s, smoking a pencil cigarette holder with a fur around her neck. she hardly listened when I told her about the malfunctioning elevator. She stared out into the lobby and mostly ignored me.
Themes: Hotel
I bought a new red bicycle. I should have shopped around a bit and not have bought a bicycle as an impulse purchase, but I liked the bike. While I was putting it into the back of my mother’s pickup, Melissa tossed hers in with ease.
She bragged that she had been able to load up her bicycle all by herself for years before I was ever able. And I still struggled with it.
I stacked our two and some other bikes near the back of the pickup cab, tired of her braggins. She stood in the back of the pickup and I stood on the ground handing bikes up to her.
Themes: Melissa
I was with two guy friends, one of whom getting married soon. We came to a set of elevators directly next to stairs; the two men went up the stairs and I hesitated as the elevator doors opened. An elderly couple started to go into the elevator, but I tried to convince them to use the stairs. They looked into the elevator until the doors started to close. I stopped the door with my hand and then went up the stairs myself.
There is a big garage sale taking place upstairs, full of a ton of stuff. At the top of the stairs is a rubber dolphin that a child picks up. I recognized the dolphin as a sex toy and took it from the child. I turned around to my two friends, standing further down the stairs and taking their time, and showed them the toy dolphin I had found.
They didn’t understand what the toy was, but the woman running the sale knew what the dolphin was and chuckled as she walked by. Looking around some more, I found another rubber piece the same blue color as my dolphin. After some inspection I discovered that it’s the rest of the toy, the vibrating part.
I pushed the two pieces together and found the toggle switch to turn it on. I held the toy between my legs. It was very powerful, more so than anything I’ve ever experienced. It felt good through my underwear, but I knew that it’s a used toy and I needed to stop.
I pulled the toy apart and put the dolphin in backwards. The toy was much more powerful that way. I turned around and found that the two guys hadn’t gotten far: they were sitting in old office chairs near the top of the stairs looking through boxes.
I went over to them and asked if I could help them find anything. One held up a terrible faded picture that looked more like a line drawing and tells me that was what he was looking for for the wedding.
I looked closely and there were two men in the picture, both wearing chinos and polo shirts but one of the polo shirts was striped. He wanted striped polo shirts for his wedding.
Themes: Sex
I was sitting in the skiff waiting when another skiff came up alongside us and started chatting. I grabbed an oar and thought that I could hit the main guy with it, but I knew I had to wait. They continued to talk with the crew and then pulled a gun on us.
In one swift move I handed the oar to our captain, grabbed the second oar for myself, and the talking man in the other skiff ducked. I swung my oar but it is ineffective: my swing is not strong enough to do anything. I swung it again and again it does nothing.
I jumped from my skiff to his and pushed him overboard. I held his mouth and nose closed until he stopped wiggling, and then a little longer in case he was pretending. I swam back to the water’s surface and inhaled deeply. I climbed into the skiff and then walked up the stairs to my grandmother’s house.
They had gotten word that a doctor was coming to look at our crazy passenger. The captain decided to pretend to be the crazy passenger and the preacher would pretend to be the captain. I wasn’t sure this plan would work. I went into the kitchen to make everyone some food.
I was on a school trip and we had stopped for the night. There were makeshift beds on all surfaces as us students tried to settle down for sleep.
I headed toward the locker room, and stepped into the bathroom stall. The door nearly fell off its hinges when I tried to latch it. I sat down to pee, and the door had disappeared along with the walls around me. A guy I went to high school with was sitting on a toilet on my left.
There were many people walking by. I stood up and wiped quickly so that no would would see. I dropped the toilet paper into the bowl and it stuck a little to my thigh, causing the paper to unwad. The guy next to me looked over and saw the toilet paper all red from my period. I looked at him and said, “Yuck.” He looked up at my eyes with a horrified look on his face. “That’s what I was thinking,” he said.
I was then filling my water bed with water in a corner of the girls’ room while Steve was lying on it. There was some problem with the waterbed, so I turned off the water and all of the water I had just put inside of it soaked into the liner. I worried that I had damaged the mattress underneath.
It was evening and I stood on the sidewalk the next day. Matt caught me and put his arm around my waist. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips while I expected a kiss on the cheek. I could see Steve over his shoulder. Matt was sad that I was leaving, but wanted me to be happy. He told me to come back for a visit soon.
I was at my coworker Jeff’s house. He told me about the new babysitter he and his wife had gotten, they had to let her go because she wasn’t working out for the both of them. He asked if I might help out for a little bit while they found someone else and I told him that of course I would help out, even though I had no idea what it all entailed.
Then it was morning before work, and he had me help get his kids into the car. On the way to the car there was a large sign on their other car from his wife. It said that she had forgotten a book when she left. He asked me if I recognized the title, and I told him I did.
The two boys got themselves into the car just fine, but I had to remind them to buckle up. I got behind the wheel of Jeff’s large minivan, he got into the passenger’s seat, and took off toward town down a windy forested hill.
The van was an automatic, and I was using my left foot on the gas and my right foot on the brake though my feet weren’t crossed. I quickly realized what I was doing and that I needed to leave my right foot, my clutch foot, to do nothing. I put it to the side and as I went to move my left foot from the gas to the brake we hit a large bump. I asked the boys if their heads had hit the roof, but they were silent.
I was sitting at a large table with a lot of other people. Glass items were passed to me and I was expected to make my potluck dish right there in front of everyone. I was not prepared like everyone else apparently was, so my simple salad took a lot longer than it should have.
I got up many times to grab ingredients and more glassware. I had to measure out 1/3 cup of lemon juice, but I had no measuring cups so I had to guess. No amount looked right: while I was pouring it looked under 1/3 cup until all of a sudden it looked grossly over.
It was going to turn out awful, I knew.
I stood with my mom and dad in tall wetland grass next to a lake. My dad goes into a long explanation of a large stump in the back yard. My mom had cut it down little by little instead of pulling it out properly. He said that other little trees had started growing from its stump, so now there were 100 little trees growing where we hadn’t wanted one.
Testing me, he asked why all of the little trees had attached to the stump, and I repeated his reasoning that the water was doing it. I didn’t want to be a part of this conversation at all.
He pulled me down on top of the stump with a hundred new growths. Another girl was kneeing on the stump already. She was naked from the waist down and facing away from us so that we could see her butt very prominently.
He reached down to caress her butt, but I wouldn’t let him. I was sitting with my legs tucked beside me and he put his hand on my hip. I stoop up quickly and announced that I would not be going to the store with him, even if he did let me drive and bought me coffee. I didn’t want to go and that was that.
He left for the store with Melissa and I stayed and helped my mom clean up the dishes. I washed away every trace of him off me and down the kitchen sink with the rest of the dish water. Finished in the kitchen, we could then somehow see what they were up to.
The two that had gone with my dad had rope of some sort and they were using it to fend him off. My dog Lacey appeared on the stump and I knew I had to send them a better rope to help. The only way to get the rope to them in the other dimension was to have Lacey swallow a strand of pearls.
I put my pearls in her mouth and rubbed her throat to encourage her swallowing, like when I give her medicine. She couldn’t swallow the pearls because they were too big; she started choking on them so I pulled them out. I had to find some way for the dog to swallow them so I could send her over to fight my dad.
Rodney and Jen were headed out to the lake, had their four-wheelers loaded on the trailer behind their truck. They stopped at a gas station to fill up and asked me where I was going. I am going to France all by myself.
They asked where my hotel is there, and I told them that I didn’t know. I could picture it in my head, but I had no idea how to get from the airport to the hotel. I couldn’t even remember its name. But I wasn’t concerned about not knowing where I was going to be in France. I told Rodney that I should probably get a map once I get there.
I walked around the small group of buildings and ended up behind the gas station. I was excited about my trip, but wondered if I should really be going alone. I decided to not worry about it and enjoy my month there.
Four figures dressed in red stood on train tracks in the middle of brown, rocky terrain. They were a very long distance away, but I could feel them staring right at me. A train was coming.