I knew this was a dream it was too good to be true and the coincidences were a bit much too...

I dreamt that I went to church, but got stuck teaching a Sunday School class for all three hours so I didn't get to see anyone and say goodbye on this, my last Sunday for a while. I did manage to find Mr. Ed and Ms. Cyndie and so they were the only ones I got to see before I left.

A Dream of Reality

At first I was at work (at the club, where I no longer work) and the childcare people had different breakroom from the front desk people, but they were adjacent and there was some stealing of food back and forth. It was also near closing time, so I was trying to use the coarse gym towels to clean up some watery mess.

Later, I was at some sort of youth group gathering and Thielen was speaking casually about dating too young and he was asking me questions about my own experiences to further illuminate the topic. Shawn was sitting near by scoffing at my answers and offering snide comments.

Any Dream Will Do

The dream began with me working at Old Navy, but instead of doing actual work I had been picking out things for myself. However, we were only allowed to use our employee discount on Fridays and this was, apparently, a Thursday. So I tried to hide the clothes I had so I could come back tomorrow and buy them without having to bother putting them away and finding them all over again. I went into the bathroom (the only logical place) but couldn't find a suitable and un-gross place. Also it began to feel a little illegal. Then I got yelled at by my superior for being in the bathroom too long.

Then, without transition, it is the next morning and I am supposed to go to high school to fill in for someone. Possibly Kelli. I meet a person outside the school grounds who helps me dress in the mascot costume, which I guess is part of my substitution, and it's a duck. (It actually looked a lot like this.) Then I have to go to PE, which is my all-time least favorite class. We are told to run, a path that takes up several flights of stairs which are outside and the clangy type. (I'm just following everyone else.) At the top, I meet Joe and Lauren (her brother, not mine) who have also graduated from high school, not to mention never attended the school I'm at. (It's either Livermore High or Foothill. I dunno why, that's just what I felt.) Then we ran back down and passed through this building which turned out to be a mini-museum on campus and had several displays of "hauntings". Initially, upon looking into the various cases, one would see a person (usually female) in some sort of presumably innocuous position. (one I remember was a girl leaning slightly out of a window, as if to look for something.) Then, when you looked again, the person disappeared and there were plaques to explain the various stories of how these people died as a result of slight alterations to the scenes and their ghosts continued to haunt the place. Everyone else who ran past this everyday took no notice, and I was left behind because I was so interested and wanted to read it. Unfortunately, I can't remember any of the stories. I can only guess that the girl fell out of the window. However, I was one of the first to arrive back at the gym. I still think, despite being assured otherwise, that I must have missed some leg of the course but I was not overwhelmed by guilt. I didn't manage to make it into the "finish square" and was prompted by the PE teacher to do so. Naturally, Tim Gunn was the PE teacher.

Again, something completely unrelated happened although I can't help feeling they are all part of the same dream. Someone showed me a magazine that had an article on college life or colleges or something and it listed the four years and 3 or 4 names of people in that year (if it were rational, it might be people in that year they had interviewed or something) and under junior, my first and last name was listed. I was surprised, but readily assumed it was one of the many other Megans but Katie's name was listed after mine. I was more surprised by this because she's not a junior. Then after Katie's name, a picture of Belle in her blue dress but with wild eyes. Then some blurb about how it was obvious we were good with children, which I didn't think was obvious at all because all it said was our names! When I looked at it again, still perplexed, the spelling of Katie's name had changed.

A "Power"-ful Dream

I dreamt that I was at camp, and couldn't find my purse. I was pretty sure it was stolen, but I had to make a thorough search so that I didn't accuse falsely. Then, I was a superhero and so was the man for whom I had some affection, to what extent I'm not sure. He was either a younger Alan Rickman, or a much more attractive Snape, I really don't know. Well this picture sort of looks like a mug shot but it's the best I could find.

Fresh Squeezed Dreams

Last night I had a second dream in which Julia was pregnant. I don't recall much about the first except that she was and it was pretty scandalous, needless to say. In this one, they were throwing a baby shower for her. Already I was sort of unhappy about the situation, but the shower irritated me even more because it was given by someone I didn't even know and all the other attendees were random girls in Julia's grade that we also didn't know. I got a ride with a couple of these girls and we were the first to arrive. It was this rundown, shack-like duplex. We pulled in the gate and parked on a broken up concrete driveway amidst decades worth of debris. There was a keypad by the garage door, and for some reason I knew the code so I typed it in but the garage went haywire and kept opening and closing rapidly until I entered the code a second time. I was fearful of incurring the wrath of the upstairs neighbor, however this went unnoticed. We got inside the house and were met by a fairly slovenly woman. (Now that I think about, it is probably a rather insulting version of Julia's and my new boss at work. It's my subconscious, I can't help it.) The apartment is clean, if cluttered and dilapidated. Then Sharon Osborne comes down from upstairs and takes out a bunch of preschool type paints and proceeds to paint with odd shapes and invites the three of us to do so. I decline. Sharon insists and then asks "are you afraid of the paint?" To which I replied in the positive. Finally she left and the other girls arrived. They had brought Julia, who wasn't even showing, but hurried inside before her so we could all hide and yell surprise which I felt was thoroughly stupid. So there we were, trying to pretend like we knew each other, celebrating what could generously be called a blessing in disguise. Eventually I asked Julia if she was keeping the baby. (Which I think I already knew but I suppose I couldn't contain myself any longer.) I think it was when she was opening the presents! She said "Oh, yea I guess I am." Then it sort of evolved into a screaming match about how she will be ruining her own life and the baby's, it's not fair to him, she should give him up for adoption, etc... And of course she argued back that he was hers, how could she bear to let him go, wanting to take responsibility, etc... It ended with me tearfully saying that I want a little James Parker more than anyone, but this is not the right time and Julia, who was also tearful at this time, said something to the effect of "I know," although I don't think I fully convinced her, just undermined her resolution. So then we could be chummy again and made fun of the fact that we didn't know any of these people. (I think they knew each other though.) And I asked her who she had sex with (yes, so crass!) and she said Alex and that he was a nerd. She gave a last name too but I can't remember it. Then, a disheveled Tina Fey runs in (who lives in the crummy apartment next door) and says "Oh, the party is already started!" in a disappointed way because she had brought something for the party or wanted to do something, I'm not really sure. That reminded me to tell Julia about Sharon Osborne. I don't think I really got it out before the party broke up and I had to leave with the girls who gave me a ride. They took me back to the church and then I think I had to change clothes and go to the other building for something but somehow I ended up at work (different job than the one that was previously mentioned) and this annoying kid, Nicolas, was there. His dad finally came to pick him up, but Nicolas hadn't eaten his pizza yet so I offered to wrap some up for him to take home (we serve pizza to drop-off kids on special designated nights, I add this only to point out that it it not as weird as it sounds) so he would leave. I go back to where the pizzas are and there is a brand new fresh club chicken pizza. (The tomatoes are arranged in lines, which I thought was weird.) I'm trying to figure out how to sneak some of it out (although we are totally allowed to eat the pizza, as long as the kids get served first.) while I'm getting some less fresh pepperoni for Nicolas. And that's pretty much the end.

I had another dream, which may or may not be related, in which I was driving somewhere pretty far because I was on the free way and had to make stops along the way. Sometimes I got turned the wrong way and had to use these random dirt road off-shoots to go back the other direction. I stopped at this weird hospital-looking mall, which may have been both or neither to pee and change clothes. (Again! I don't know what that is about. I'm sure Freud would have something to say but I already know his answer and I don't care for it.) But I can't find any restroom stalls that are large enough. I wander into a women's prison, where all the prisoners are somewhere else but the warden or whatever was there and so I started asking all these questions like if they have to eat the same thing everyday. She showed me their toilets which were really wide urinals at different heights (like water fountains) and surrounded by waist-high walls. The warden (whom otherwise seemed nice and fairly normal) laughed maniacally when I asked how on earth anyone was supposed to use those toilets.

"And I hope to someday live in a world where a person could tell a hilarious AIDS joke. Still one of my dreams."

I dreamt that my boss lost some sort of make-up thing: it was a long tube, about the size of a quarter in diameter. I think it was flesh colored but for some reason we were calling it blush. Anyway, she was freaking out and made us all look for it.
Not my boss. But wouldn't it be fun if he was?

I dreamt that you were by my side...

Several days ago:
It was sort of a hazy dream in which a bunch of kids from work were running around all crazy like and it was very chaotic and I was trying to get things under control.



A few days ago:
I dreamt that I was at church on a Sunday morning and I passed the kitchen and saw a few of the little homeschool girls making a mess. I told them to stop it. When I walked by again, they were still doing it so I started yelling at them to leave the kitchen and that they lost their kitchen priveleges.



Last night:
I dreamt that I was getting married. The first wedding was very beautiful (lots of green foliage and white roses in those overhead things, I forget what they are called and my dress was yellow but that is not implying anything!) but for some reason I didn't hear what was going on so I missed it. Then I made everyone re-do it. But the bridesmaids were gone and my Dad wasn't there to walk me down the aisle. It started with Kelli, Amy and some unrecognizable person talking about how great I am. I didn't say this was a normal wedding. But since everyone else had already seen it, they kept talking and I was getting a little ticked. Also, no one seemed to care about the groom. He was sort of short with a slight build, but a redhead. Then after the wedding went to these cabins that were up high on stilts. People wouldn't leave us alone which was ok except that I had to pee really badly.



Another dream, also about a wedding, was probably based on that of Empress Elisabeth of Bavaria about which I just read a book. There were attendants in front and behind the bride wearing large ball gowns. In front they were white and gold and those after the bride were black and gold. It was a big long royal procession.

Some More Dreams (too lazy to come up with a dream allusion or pun)

It started out as one of those stress dreams where you are trying to do something but never really getting anything accomplished. I was trying to get ready for work but I never progressed so I decided to go to the beach instead. There, I ran into Alex which was slightly awkward to say the least. Also, we are both ridiculously pale. Then we discussed the smell of sunscreen and random stuff and it was sort of less awkward. I left and this part gets fuzzy. I guess I saw my mom and some of my friends. They made me mad by saying "that sounds like you" in reference to throwing a fit about something minor. Yes, I see the irony. So I was walking away with them, but still mad at them, and I walked by a building with Alex in it and tried to make a sad, "being taken against my will" face and not a mad, mean face.

I was in a ballet class with about a hundred other people when Anthony came in. I was so excited to see him I ran over and gave him such a big jump hug that we fell over. Then he gave me a very unromantic friendly peck. Which was still weird. Then my class was over and we did something else. Dang, I knew I should have written this down.

Candy-Coated Dream

Last night I dreamt that Robert got into my house and showed up at my bedroom door. He was giving me Valentines candy, but not chocolate it was a heart shaped container of sweettarts or something like that, and trying to woo me back. I yelled at him to get out and never come near me again then I fought to close the door and hopefully shut him out. Finally he left, but there was a trail of Wonka candy down the hall. Somehow I managed to see that through the keyhole, despite the fact that my door doesn't actually have one let alone the type you can see through. These dreams are just mildly irritating and not scary.