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Dream Journal - An Accident and a Lost Cellphone

December 4, 2005

I was driving uphill on a windy street. There were kids on bicycles that I kept having to avoid hitting. I thought to myself that I would probably get into an accident with another car. Shortly after, I was going around a kid, and had a head on collision with a pickup truck. I wasn't hurt at all, but I was in shock. I sat on the curb. The man in the truck took a minute to get out. He looked mean, and I thought he was going to yell at me. I asked if he was okay, and he said he was.

He took my cellphone. I kept waiting for someone to come and help, but no one came for a long time. The pickup truck guy disappeared. I was walking around, and saw a police car parked like he was there to help, but I didn't see the policeman.

My sister-in-law was there, and we were looking for my cellphone. We looked in the guy's truck and found his cellphone. Then the guy showed up, and we were embarrassed he caught us looking in his truck. We told him we thought his phone was mine at first.

Then I was in a house *still* looking for my cellphone. I thought I should call my number to hear it ring, but I don't have my number memorized. I asked my sister-in-law if she knew it or if she would call my brother to find out what it is. I never found it during the dream.

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Dream Journal - Bicycle Lady

November 27, 2005

I was in the street in a neighborhood. There was a kid shooting baskets on the side of the road. There was a truck/van parked under the basket, and it had tools scattered on its roof. When the kid made a basket, it would bounce onto the roof and the tools would clatter.

A lady was riding by on a bicycle. She was complaining about the kid shooting baskets. I told her to "Shut Up!" She rode over to me. I put my hand on her handlebars, but quickly removed it because I thought she might hurt me. She said something to me, and ended it with, "It's as natural as Mada Para" (pronounced Mah-ta Pair-a).

I think she wanted someone to move the truck, but while she spoke, someone moved the basketball goal back several feet away from the truck.

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Dream Journal - Serena's House

November 20, 2005

I think I was still on vacation. I went to a house in Tennessee. I wasn't sure whose house it was, but I went inside. There were 4-5 people there. I thought one was Serena Matthews from MP3.com and one was John Ingram from Ampcast.com. I've not met either of them in real life. I didn't want to tell them who I am because of my weight. I thought they'd be disappointed.

I don't think I stayed long. I was driving away. I felt bad, and decided to go back and tell them who I am. I went down one street and got stopped by a train. I turned around to go another street, and got stopped by a couple more trains. I went a long way around and found myself in a party district. The buildings were colorful. There were a few blocks of non-party businesses, then another party area. It had the word balloon in its name. I don't remember stopping, but I ended up with a cake. It was shaped like a clown or pirate and had a bottle of tequila baked into the legs. I think the nose was an upside down shot glass.

I went back to the house. The front of it was like a piece of antique furniture with doors in the front. I opened one door and there was a board to take out behind that. Then there was a door with slots. I could hear a woman singing and playing guitar. I thought it was Serena, but her voice wasn't as light and angelic as I'm used to. Then I could see through the slots a little, and thought I saw people making love. I started to leave again.

I don't know what happened, but then I was back inside. I was getting into my purse to get some money. Serena came into the room. I told her it was my purse that I was getting money from. I asked her if she knew who I was. She said yes, but she was only trying to save herself embarrassment because she didn't really know. I gave her the cake.

In a little bit, I told her who I was. She was happy, and we hugged. I got confirmation that one of the guys was John Ingram, too.

There was more to the dream, but I'm having a hard time remembering the details. In some parts, I remember that there were details, but not the details themselves. Like I know there was writing on the front of Serena's house. The trains that stopped me were unique, but I don't remember in what way. Ah well.

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Dream Journal - Firey Plane Crash

November 18, 2005

I was in my house (but not a house I recognize in real life). Looking out the back window, I saw most of a plane hurtling toward the earth. I thought it might hit my house, but then it sailed overhead. I picked up my dog. I think it was my prior dog, Mandy. I held her tight and went to the front window. The plane kept going a little ways, but then plunged to the ground. I held Mandy tight, waiting for the resulting fireball to engulf us. The fire started coming through the house, but stopped short of us. A couple of things caught on fire, but I was able to put them out quickly by swatting them with a pillow.

There was more to the dream, and I think some of it was at the house I grew up in in Houston. My Dad was in it, although I didn't see him. It's like he was at work or something. I don't remember my Mom being in it.

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Dream Journal - A Hotel and Mom

October 30, 2005

I was at a hotel. I had to go to a storage room and get some stuff. When I left the room, I had two or three bags with long straps hanging off my shoulder. I thought I could just walk across the hall to find my room, but it wasn't there. I walked through a bar and into a lobby. I saw a lady from work (Phyllis), and pretended I knew where I was going.

I found a staircase, and started to go down. The steps were large wooden crates. I had to sit on each one and kind of jump down to the next. I got a splinter in my finger or palm.

When I got close to the bottom, I saw some guys from work on the next floor down. One of them (Hank), said something to me. I think he was giving me directions for finding my room. Then I noticed the next step was broken. I had to go back up.

I thought I was on the 10th floor, but when I found my room finally, it was on the 17th floor.

My Dad and Mom were in the room with a few other people. I realized I hadn't called home in a long time, and I thought my Mom would be really mad at me.

I went over to kiss my Mom and apologize for not calling, but she said, "I'm sorry I haven't called you." That surprised me. I hugged her and kissed her.

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Dream Journal

September 27, 2005

I dreamed I was at a shopping center. I didn't have a shirt on, and I was having to cover my chest with my arms and hands. I got behind a concrete barrier, but people could still see me. There were guys playing football. When one guy saw me, he threw the football to me. I think it was my choir director's son, Rob Land. I also saw a guy who used to live down the street from me when I was a kid, Mike Rogan. I caught it. Instead of passing it back, I bounced it. Surprisingly, it went exactly where I wanted it to go. Another guy threw me the ball. I bounced it back again.

I left that area and decided to go to my car. I walked out of the shopping center. People were looking at me. As I was going up some stairs, a guy was riding down them on a motorcycle. He had dark hair and a dark mustache like Tom Selleck (who I don't find attractive). When I got to the top of the stairs, he was following me. He was staring at my chest and kept trying to grab me. I started yelling, "Help." I saw a girl, and was calling for her to help me, but she just smiled at me.

I must have gotten away because I was looking for my car. In the parking lot, there was a train. It was like it was Christmas time, and they had set up a train for the kids.

I had Lilydawg with me, and I was trying to put something in the trunk of my car. The trunk was full. I noticed Lily had wandered. She was in the street, and cars were zooming past. I was afraid she would get hit. Next she was up on a car's engine. I picked her up. I didn't know how I was going to load my car and hold her at the same time.

I was going back into a building, this time with a shirt on. I was holding a red pizza delivery bag. A man walked up, trying to get into the bag. I told him if he would come with me, I would share.

We sat at a table, and I opened the bag. There was a sandwich in there. I tore it in half and gave him half. He had glasses and thinning hair and was wearing a work uniform. Somehow, I knew he was married. I asked his name. He told me in a thick accent, but I couldn't understand, so I asked him to repeat. I was thinking Leonard, but it was more like "Engard." I asked him to spell it, but then I was distracted by a bustle of activity around us.

Young people were gathering around, but acting like they were doing other things. I could tell they were plotting some joke against me. Then they started joking with me. I don't know what they were doing except one had a bottle of chocolate syrup, trying to squirt it at me. I got the bottle away, and started squirting them. They scattered.

I had to leave the table. I think I was chasing someone, still playing the game. Then I remembered my purse was at the table. I looked, and someone was trying to steal my stuff. I saw her run off with my stack of 45s. I chased after her. She was at an outdoor flea market selling my vinyl albums. She had also stolen a lot of my photographs. I was gathering them up and asking aloud, "Why would you steal my photographs?" I remembered I'd left my purse and the table and was hoping no one was stealing my wallet.

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Dream Journal: Bad Chicken, Good Chicken

September 17, 2005

I was cooking chicken. The people who provided the chicken only gave me bad pieces, though. I complained. Then they gave me a whole chicken and a bunch of thigh pieces. It was great!

Later I was telling one of the section managers I work with (Pat) a story about when I was cooking the chicken earlier. We were at a gathering. I started the story by telling her that the people who provided the chicken only gave me bad pieces of chicken. I was going to tell her more, but she immediately went over to the people and started giving them a hard time in a joking way. I tried to get her to stop because they had given me the best chicken after I said something, but she wouldn't listen. I was very embarrassed because it made it seem like I was only telling people about the bad chicken.

I must have gotten loud or upset because I got in trouble with the division manager over it. I tried to explain things to the division manager, but no matter what I said, I got in more trouble.

I felt helpless. I don't like these kinds of dreams.

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Dream Journal - Boog and Gail, a new bird, and a missed Christmas

August 18, 2005

My friend Boogaboo from Canada and my friend Gail from work were in my dream. Boogaboo told me they were getting together and running off to a hippie commune nudist colony. I saw Boogaboo drive away in a beat up truck with Gail in the passenger seat.

I followed them to a store. I parked in a spot in the corner where I had to maneuver between trucks at different angles.

Inside, they had a lot of bird cages like my bird's cage. The store morphed into a big community house (but more commercial looking than a house). Boogaboo needed a shower, so I showed him where the three public showers were. Then I went back to the bird cages.

I decided to buy another bird. I got one parrotlet out of its cage. Then I noticed its eye was messed up, so I put it back, not intending to buy it. The lady there told me I had to pay a $35 fee for touching the bird. I started yelling at her that it was too much to pay, and that I shouldn't have to pay since they didn't have a sign posted that warned me before I touched the bird.

Then I thought maybe I would buy the bird anyway. I asked her if his eye had always been like that. She said yes, that he was an old hippie bird. I figured if his eye had been like that a long time, it probably didn't indicate something currently wrong with him.

I bought him. I brought him home, and my brother said he was probably a good bird if his beak was long and healthy. I decided it was (even though I remember it looked gnarly). I put him in with my other bird. In the dream, my other bird was a girl. Maybe it was my prior bird, Kayla.

Then I realized while I was out buying birds, I had missed Christmas. No one had any presents for me. I think they were mad at me for not coming to Christmas, so they gave my presents to other people. My brother told me he had considered giving me a funny gift, but decided against it. It was a Mr. Potato Head that he had dressed up in some way that had meaning in the dream. He gave the Mr. Potato head to a kid.

I thought it was probably good I missed Christmas because I had forgotten to buy anyone any gifts. My parents were in the Christmas part of the dream, too, but I don't remember what happened.

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Dream Journal - My Dad, a restaurant, and competing remotes

August 14, 2005

I dreamed that my father was alive. He had just gotten out of the hospital from being very sick. He was feeling good, though. He was flashing me that wonderful smile of his with a twinkle in his eye. He told me that there was a play being put on in Houston. I can't remember what the play was. I couldn't understand why he was telling me, though. I sat on a bench with him, and he pointed to the listing in the newspaper and told me again.

I told him I was so happy he was feeling better, and that I loved him so much. I gave him a hug.

He was supposed to go somewhere with my friend. Later I saw my friend and asked how it went. She said he started feeling sick, and they didn't go.

In another part of the dream, I was looking at a 3D model of a restaurant layout. I think it was supposed to be an offshoot of Starbucks. It was built into a hollowed out iMAC, the latest ones that have the computer all built into a thick monitor. Someone asked me if I'd been to the real one, and I confirmed that I had. He asked if it was nice. I told him it was, but not in an elegant kind of way. I told him it was all white inside.

In another part of the dream, my friend Keely was over. We were watching something on TV. At the end, I had missed something, so I wanted to rewind it a few seconds to see what it said. I has having a lot of trouble making the remote work right. I dropped the F-bomb. Keely asked what was the matter. That's when I noticed she had a remote, too, and she was trying to rewind all the way, and we were competing with each other.

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Dream Journal - Work Stuff Mostly

August 3, 2005

Irish Kelly came to visit at work. We were talking about a movie. I kept doing an impression of one of the characters. The character would say something like "I must re-send my renewal" in an accent from the Northeast U.S. Kelly was doing an impression of a monkey. Then she broke into song. At the end, the whole floor (over 100 people) erupted into applause.

The people all gathered round, and I noticed our cubicles' entryway was blocked with plywood.

Later dream: At work again, my supervisor was showing me my time accounting and telling me I didn't detail out certain items, and it would probably adversely affect me. I complained that "they" (our management) should talk to us instead of making decisions that would adversely affect us. A few seconds later, I noticed our manager standing behind him, and I knew she heard me. It wasn't my real-life manager (although my supervisor was my real-life supervisor).

She moved someone out of our cubicle row, and the impression I got was the person was in trouble. My cubicle was moved in such a way that anyone walking by could see my computer screen. Our manager came by, and she said I had to take my pineapple home. I asked, "Why?" and immediately thought I would get in trouble for questioning her. She just said in a pouty voice, "Because I can't have it."

I thought it would be nice if I made her a pineapple upside down cake. But then I wondered if she meant she was allergice to pineapples or something. The next time I saw her (this time she was our real-life manager), I asked her if she couldn't eat pineapples. She said she could.

Switch: I was driving with my Aunt. We were coming up on a washed out part of the road, and I was mesmerized by the rapids. She yelled, "It's washed out!" I realized I would have driven right in. We stopped to look, and a pink piece of paper fell into the water. I tried to get it, but it was floating away. It had some notes on it, and someone's phone number. Then it floated back to shore, and I picked it up. We got back in the car and started to drive around to MoPac Expressway.

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