Friendly Dreams

I've been remiss in not updating my dreams more regularly, so the majority of the storyline has since been abandoned by my synapses but here's a review any way:

1. A few days ago, I had a dream where Anthony and I were doing running around trying to get something accomplished, although where or why I can no longer recall. I'm pretty sure we had fun, though.

2. Two days ago, in this dream I was reuniting with old friends from my single-digit days but again I have forgotten the general narrative.

3. Last night, Steph and I were trying to get to some sort of event or party type thing. When we got there (I believe it was a roller rink.) we had to pay to get in and Steph reminded me that she had already given me her money (a twenty) and I was supposed to pay for the both of us. Then I reminded me that I had spent the money she had given me to buy something on the way, snacks I think. So then I had to figure out how to pay for us. (Although I think for the two of us it was going to be like $75 so she probably owed me more anyway.) I didn't know if they would take my debit card, so I was searching through my bag to see if I still had my checkbook.

Dream House

I dreamt that I moved into this amazing house with two other girls that I knew from Texas. Most of the dream was me walking around thinking "This is so big! So clean! So new! So mine!" (and apparently I could afford it so that made me pretty happy too) so I won't really bore you with the descriptions. There was this basement suite that I wanted, but Ashley kind of wanted it too and wasn't afraid to show it. Then Chelsea was like you can't keep your exercise equipment down there, the kids are down there. The two of us were confused, so she took us down to show us. While there was still a lovely bedroom and bathroom room there was also a gigantic "Gymboree" type place down there and Ashley had put her stairmaster there. Regardless, I was still upset when I woke up in my 8x8 sardine tin.

Jeweleigha Dream

I dreamt that I was at home and I went to sleep in my room which was a treehouse and had my mom tucked me in and we talked or something. I forget about what. The next day I had to get up and go to church but I decided to go to church early without getting dressed or putting on a bra or combing my hair to do something and when I got there, Julia was there in a chef's jacket (except her's had red, not blue) and I was so excited to see her I hugged her so hard I knocked us down which was kind of awkward (see the part about "didn't put a bra on") but I don't think she noticed. Then I told her there was a little boy with a beret in Jim's office so we went to look/laugh at that. Then I had to go home and get dressed before church started. Somehow we ended up at the back of the church, which for those of you who are not familiar with it, it is shaped like a donut with the worship center in the center and classrooms all around it. But then some old ladies started coming in one direction so we had to run the other direction and it was sort of fun and adventure-y but for some reason I was also a little bit actually scared. I don't know if I was afraid of being seen all unkempt or that they would make me go to early service unkempt or what, but there it is.

Thoughts on Dreams

stramgine: i had this weird dream once
stramgine: i must have been way stressed out
stramgine: because i was clenching my jaw the whole night
stramgine: in my dream i killed someone!
stramgine: just because i could
stramgine: and then i woke up at 4 in the morning
stramgine: i felt SO guilty
stramgine: weirdest dream ever

rammie18: at least you felt guilty

stramgine: yeah but i still killed the person
stramgine: i didn't think about what i had done until after i did it
stramgine: and why i was stressed i have no idea
stramgine: it was winter break

rammie18: i find that my dreams have no relation to anything that's actually going on or how i'm feeling

stramgine: that's interesting
stramgine: i would expect that some subconscious emotions would seep through

rammie18: occasionally
rammie18: but mostly no
rammie18: and actually i don't think emotions ever really do
rammie18: images yes
rammie18: sometimes i'll see something and be like oh that's where that came from!

stramgine: haha

rammie18: and sometimes certain people will show up if i've been thinking about them a lot
rammie18: and not matthew thiessen

stramgine: aw
stramgine: poor megan
stramgine: but really then how do we explain my murder dream
stramgine: i did not watch anything violent

rammie18: i don't think you can explain dreams

stramgine: i had nothing to worry about
stramgine: i wasn't angry
stramgine: so weird

rammie18: they are just some random amalgamation of images in our subconscious to which we assign an arbitrary storyline so as to make sense of them
rammie18: that's my opinion

stramgine: hm i don't know about that
stramgine: i mean there's got to be something to your emotional state and health
stramgine: i usually get dreams when i'm sick, depressed, stressed

rammie18: you always have dreams

stramgine: well the really weird ones

rammie18: you only remember them at those times

stramgine: hm
stramgine: that's interesting

rammie18: probably because you aren't in a deep sleep because of your stress and/or comfort level

stramgine: you know how consciously when people experience a life-changing event
stramgine: they are more apt to remember stuff from that day
stramgine: ?
stramgine: maybe that works subconsciously
stramgine: or better question
stramgine: when we dream is our subconscious putting out the images and the conscious is reading them?
stramgine: or is the subconscious sorting them and reading them and sometimes the conscious gets a glimpse?

Origin of A Dream

I took these on the Great Movie Ride at Hollywood Studios in Disney World because I'm pretty sure this is where my very first dream came from. Note the red curb and Wicked Witch.

Dreams are back!

I was at Animal Kingdom with Eric and I think we were trying to escape from something but we were running around what seemed like a version of Primeval Whirl and there were other people around. At some point, I ended up locked in a huge storage warehouse that was holding leftover props from Lord of the Rings or maybe Narnia. I like that better. And I had babies with me. Something bad was trying to break in so I used the summoning charm (yea, Harry Potter) to "accio" a bow and a quiver (for a place to catch all the arrows that would be flying at me. Oh yea, I thought ahead.) and then arrows. So I practiced with one and I hit the target dead on but I didn't have time to shoot the bad guys before they broke in and captured us. (Me and all those babies.) Then I somehow escaped and managed to make my way back to where the other cast members were and there was Eric again and he said something about me never letting him kiss my neck and I was kind like sorry but I still wasn't going to let him. Then I went home and Dom was there and was all over me and I was kind of suspicious. Then my Dad came home and was super mad at me and I kept asking him and finally he told me it was because I had given up on the girl's soccer team he was coaching and wanted me to help. I tried to tell him numerous times that I didn't know anything about soccer and that the girls didn't like me but it didn't matter. Eventually he guilted me into going to the game to cheer them on but I had to wear the team color which was bright yellow. So I went to my room which was very small and I had to share it with Amanda who was suddenly my little sister because our parents decided that the middle sister (Katie?) needed to have her own room but the furniture was all moved around very awkwardly: everything was pushed the outside leaving a huge gap in the middle and the beds were blocking dressers and chests blocking doors etc... In the middle of the room was a rocking chair with a woman (I think it was Lori) acting really creepy and I tried to explain what I was doing and how I didn't know why the furniture was like it was because I didn't want it that way. Then I gave up and tried to go through my clothes to find bright yellow. I had a lot more than I thought but I still couldn't decide and make a whole outfit.

A whole year of dreams!

Yes, my dream journal is a whole year old now. Exciting. Except I have been somewhat remiss in updating recent dreams. None of them were very interesting and I only remembered a couple of images, nothing too narrative.

Last night, for instance, I dreamed that I ate lots of lots of cookies some of which were orange. And a girl brought a guy into our bathroom and someone else in there was like "oh, we can bring guys in here now?" and the first girl was like no, but he went in a stall anyway.