Dream Journal
Jeff and I were being chased through a city at night. We came to the bottom of a large cliff and we started to climb. I went first rock climbing, and I got very high before I couldn’t move any further. He climbed over me and was going to help pull me up.
Jeff was then Steve. He was at the top of the very tall ladder and was so tired from the long climb that he couldn’t pull himself up over the last rung. I pushed on his hips from below to help him up and over. I knew I would need help too.
Themes: Steve
I was the new girl in a boarding house for teens. Two of the other girls showed me up to my room. They were very quiet because it was late at night.
They opened the door to a very tiny, yet well-lit, room in which barely fit one tiny bed. In this bed was a sleeping girl. I wanted to ask if I had to share this tiny room, but the other two girls were busy telling me that the house mother was very strict and liked it quiet. They handed me my two bags and went to their room.
I turned toward my room and my roommate sat up. She looked at me and my bag on her bed with hatred. She jumped out of bed, grabbed my bag, and told me that I couldn’t stay there. She walked me down to the house mother’s large bedroom.
She went to put my stuff on the mother’s luxurious bed, but thought better of it; it would be a bad idea to wake the house mother. She turned around and I followed her back to our room. She continued with me stuff and returned after a while without my bag.
She went back in the room and started to close the door as she told me that I would be sleeping in Uncle Jacob’s room. I was afraid of sleeping in a man’s room, but I wanted my things back. And I didn’t know where Uncle Jacob’s room was. She pointed down the dark hallway.
I was working in a print shop in the middle of publishing a new book. All of the large press machines were moving and printing a lot of paper.
The book’s author came in to check on the publishing process, and was not happy. He threw a big fit and was yelling that he wasn’t getting his way. He yelled at everyone within shouting range. He started knocking the printing presses over and scaring all of the workers.
I was glad that I was on the other side of the warehouse from him and his tantrum; I snuck out the side door so that he wouldn’t see me and start yelling at me. I was supposed to be in control of his book, but had apparently screwed up.
I was then with some scientists. They sat me down in an oval, white metal seat. It hovered in the air and had a control panel that folded up similar to that of a jet ski, but I had trouble pulling it up correctly.
All of the scientists had a hovering white seat of their own and we all took off as a group. We were in the downtown area of a large city, flying between tall buildings. I recognized the city but it was much older and dirtier than I had thought it was. I realized that we had traveled ten years into the future, which is why everything looked older.
We parked our machines in a park. The scientists turned to me for guidance. They had brought me here because I had special knowledge that would save the day, but I didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t know what they wanted from me.
John and Heidi and I were at the store buying a large stuffed animal. They had a bunch of other things to buy, and Heidi had a discount coupon for the store. She told me that we should get all of our stuff together to use the discount and I could pay her back for the stuffed animal.
The cashier rang up all of our purchases and when Heidi pulled the coupon from her purse, the cashier told her that the motherhood discount was no longer valid.
Heidi was sad, but felt like she should have already known this. We left the store and John already had the girls at the car parked on the side of the building, almost in a parking garage. I had parked in the front parking lot. We parted ways; I waved to them and went to my car.
I had parked by a large snow berm and by the time I returned to my car, it had partially fallen over onto my car. Standing beside my car, I pulled hard on the passenger door handle and the car slid away from the berm. But it slid so quickly that I was afraid it would hit the cars in the next aisle.
I was looking for a friend’s house in Homer. I followed the directions given to me — four rights and then a left — but the directions took me further and further into the woods.
I passed a small graveyard with very old headstones and ended up in someone’s back yard. I went back to Main Street and pulled out my instructions again. I saw that I had written down street names that were at the top of the hill and not at the bottom where I currently was.
I continued down to the health food store and decided I would grab the hippy bus. I sat down against the outside wall next to the owner who was scrambling eggs. She asked where I was from. I said Anchorage. She started to tell me about how much fun Homer is, when I told her that I grew up in Homer.
She got a twinkle in her eye and asked a question about a skillet. I didn’t understand her question, but I said yes. Then she asked me to share it, my family’s traditionally skillet recipe. My family didn’t really have one, but I told her it had onions and eggs and potatoes, very simple.
She was surprised at the potatoes in the recipe, but I told her we were a fishing family, as though that explained the potatoes. More people showed up to wait for the bus; we all sat in a circle in the dirt parking lot.
The bus was late. I probably could have walked up the hill in the time I spent waiting for the bus. A boy had a half an egg left, which he scrambled up for the owner: he had a crush on her. He had burnt his egg and tried to share it with everyone else. I declined.
I stuck my red stirring straw into the dirt and someone pulled it out saying that if my straw was lying on the ground then he wouldn’t give me the burnt egg, but if it was up he would. I didn’t want the egg anyway, so I put my straw back in the dirt. But I had used the wrong end of the straw, so now both ends were covered in dirt.
A lot of people walked by in a processional. I wondered if it was the bus, but the people were all wore roller skates.
I was watering the flowers at work in Fairbanks. My boss walked by and told me that I shouldn’t be watering the flowers because I was going to drown them. I told him that the flowers needed water since we had had no rain.
He walked away and came back with an expert to tell me that I was wrong. I gave in and said that I didn’t want to water the plants any more. Or give them food, I said, because the only way to give the plants food is through water.
I was then sitting around a table with a large group of college students. I wore only a sarong tied around my chest. I wanted to seduce someone, anyone, but no one was looking at me.
I stood and walked toward the same door I see a man walking toward. I untied my sarong as I walked and he opened the door for me. I handed him the purple and white fabric and told him that I wouldn’t go through the door dressed like this.
I pulled on my nice and tight jeans, rummaged around for a good top to wear, and pulled out ribbed tank that unbuttoned very low. I could overhear someone talking about the pop singer’s line of clothing and how it was so hideous that only three people bought anything from it. I looked at the tank in my hand and knew that I couldn’t wear it if everyone thought it is rubbish.
Then I was sitting in a large ship with the captain. He sat 20 feet to my left and faced in the opposite direction as me. The doors closed and he looked at me.
I wondered if we were going to take off, and wondered how that mistake could have happened: we weren’t supposed to take off yet. But we do. The captain used the lower gravity inside the ship to get to a pole with lines to pull himself up, up, up. I followed him.
We were understaffed, but we had to get back to earth. Another crewman was walking down a hallway unaware that we were in space. He noticed some weird shadows out a window. When he looked out, he saw a large fleet of ships waiting, but for what we did not know.
The more he looked the ships were not floating in space, but on the water. And so were we.
D walked toward me and half around me. He asked why I was dressed so sexy. I looked down at my outfit, my new brown pants and a blue t-shirt, and asked him if I did look sexy. He didn’t stop but kept walking by me.
Standing in the shower with Steve, I held a bar of soap in my hand and washed my torso. The drain was clogged and the water was backed up a little.
I dropped my soap and turned around to pick it up. I reached down and discovered that the drain was completely clogged and the water had filled the entire tub and was threatening to overflow.
I tried to tell Steve to turn the shower off but wasn’t able to formulate the words.
Themes: Steve
I was helping a woman give birth in her living room. She already had a boy and a girl; I had a little boy of my own and hoped she would give birth to a baby girl.
She had an easy delivery and the baby was a boy. I turned to Steve and told him that we now had two boys. I was happy for my second child even though I had hoped it would be a girl.
Themes: Steve