i just had a weird dream I was the babysitter having an affair with the husband and the wife went psycho and shot herself and tried to shoot him there were like 3 different sequences of events that played out.. In one the wife accidently shot her foot and I was hiding behind some furniture and was discovered when the husband tried to pass me a phone and number to call the police and then she confronted me and we had a kung foo battle in which I insulted her for looking 45+ and she kicked my ass. In another one I was in my room in the basement when I heard the shots and I jumped out a window and contacted the police and there was a media storm. Another one involved some weird hubbaloo outside a hospital, but although it was the last sequence of events it is the haziest to me..
I just awoke from a 4 hour long nap full of bizaare dreams the first one took place in my aunts house which is common, but it wasnt and someone found body pieces in an old bag of weed in a suitcase and then some dude who had dissapeared some time ago popped up with a bunch of hot females in there early 20s and then I got drunk of like 2 sips of wine and was fumbliung to remember the name of the anti depressants i was on and i found a childs pirate costume in the bathroom and thought it was bad ass and folded it and put it on the clothes shelf and then my brother popped up and agreed we should take our kids to get pictures done together and then I was at an old bar and a chick took me thrift shopping and it was in an old haunted hotel and there was this weird dialogue thing going on and i freaked out and ran out and we ordered drinks and I laughed at my friend getting carded and then i got lost going to the bathroom after ordering my irish car bomb and then i woke up. I am exhausted.
I had a dream the other night i was a nanny, but the kid was dead and the busy business parents were either to busy to realize it or just in denial
but the kid was a ghost and Id hang out with him sometimes but it was mainly boring
and then my best friend who has been clean for forever was there and i was like HEY RIA SHOOT ME UP WITH HEROIN
and then we walked around and i complained i was too fat and my ankles couldnt hold my weight and were collapsing...
I also had a dream evan was taken from me as a newborn and was in a foster home but i wasn't so bothered by it because I was dr who's partner and treking all over space and time.
I had the worst fucking nightmare ever last night. In my dream I was at my dead grandma's house and digging around finding things which is bad enough, and I found a packet of pictures behind a dresser and in it was my boyfriend from when I lived in the crackhouse with no running water and a baby girl I had (unassisted at that)while living there (that didn't really happen) and this reminded me she was murdered, and never named and never registered. And this led me to go to the police and report her birth and death and finally name her and they had already found the body years ago and holy crap, what a fucked up awful dream to have. Apparently she was strangled and I handed over all the pictures to help them investigate. Later on in that dream I dreamt I was on myspace and justin posted a bunch of weird pictures of my friends making goofy faces while riding a ferris wheel.
Last night I had a dream I was at "the farm" (my childhood home when my dad will be moving back into soon) and outside the side door there was a homeless looking person wearing a watch that seemed obsessed with time, it was odd, but not so worrying to me and then I looked out my bedroom window and there was a scraggly monk looking guy circling the property (he was wearing all brown and had a circle bald spot in the middle of his head..) this worried me, he was circling like a vulture. IZ felt the two were connected and conspiring, I didn't feel it constituted a real emergency and I looked for the non emergency police number and couldn't find it, I called my dad and he got angry at me, then i woke up because evan was screaming in my ear..
I dreamed last night that I was going around opening the windows in my house (only it was like a dream "my house" and not the one I actually live in - although it did resemble the one I grew up in) and I noticed there was smoke outside. Went around to the other side of the house and more smoke so I thought "Something must be burning close by" and I went outside to check thinking it was some brush that the neighbors were taking care of. Turns out it was two trees right beside our house and they had burned to the point where they were becoming unstable - like a ring of burn around the trunk about half way up on both. So.. I called to my.... boyfriend? somebody - not husband apparently - and said for him to grab the fire extinguisher from the basement. All of a sudden one of the trees snapped and I looked up and thought it was going to fall squarely along the roofline of the house! I was thinking "crap! crap! crap!" but then the top of the tree turned and was aligned exactly with where I was standing in the front yard, but no matter what direction I thought about running in, it seemed like that was the direction the tree was going to fall. Finally I was paralyzed and was on the ground thinking I'd roll out of the way if it looked like it was going to actually fall on me. Well it fell and narrowly missed my legs. I thought surely it was going to get me. Then the guy comes running out and over to the tree (why the tree?) and then this woman who I can only describe as the actress Jamie Gertz came running out of the house shouting "OH GAWD! Thank you for not keelin' mah huzbind!" in a thick southern accent and went over and threw her arms around the guy.
The other night I dreamed that I was in the house I grew up in. I was getting something out of the cabinet in the kitchen and I noticed that water was leaking onto the package of napkins on the top shelf. Then I realized it was the roof leaking. In my mind I had an image of the roof being really old and leaking in several places - just not through into the interior yet.
Since it wasn't a very big leak and the napkins would obviously take care of it I just shut the door and decided to let my parents know about the hole.
Incidentally my mother is no longer living and my dad is remarried. They sold the house back in the early 90's but I just found out recently that it's up for sale. I have a strange desire to buy it just so I can say I own my childhood home.
I think the holes in the roof have something to do with money but I haven't thought enough about it to figure it out.
Hmm, nobody uses this anymore. You people need to dream more. I just had this fucking crazy one. Me and my girlfriend, though the motive is unclear to me, had to kill Laura Prepon. She was living with us for some reason. But some offense was clear, and she didn't see it coming. The dream was rather food oriented. We started to kill her in the kitchen, where she was making something with strawberry mousse. I believe the way it played out, was that my girlfriend started to strangle her there in the kitchen. I don't remember the transition, but she ended up in her bedroom, and I ended up cracking her skull open on one of the handles of my dresser. It was strange when I was actually smashing her head. For some reason, her head almost turned into an egg. It had a white shell around it, and when her whole skull broke open, there was no blood, there was only a small pool of clear liquid, mixed with the detritus from her shattered skull, and eyeballs.
We didn't think it through very well, because we had no idea what to do with the body. We wrapped it up in a blanket or something, and placed on her chest the mixing bowl that the mousse was made in. I don't know why, perhaps it held evidence. At this point in the dream, my girlfriend and I actually went back to the bedroom and engaged in some foreplay. I don't think this had anything at all to do with the murder. The phone rang, but I didn't know who it was. I proceeded to go through the call list to see who it was. I think I concluded that it was my brother, because he's been phoning a lot in real life. I finished with the phone and was very disappointed to see my girlfriend, fully clothed and getting ready to leave for work. I got upset, because I did not want to bury Laura Prepon in the garden alone. I said there has to be a better place to put it. She said she didn't know a good place to put bodies, and she wasn't sure who should. I was much against burying it alone, since I would then be the only one incriminated when I was most likely caught digging a large grave in my backyard.
So it wasn't disposed of right then, I had to take it out of the common area of our house, and had it lying in the dining room. Later, I was doing the dishes. I was making sure there was no traces whatsoever of the strawberry mousse. There was some on some dishes, and a bit that had dried on the counter. At this point, my girlfriend was making some kind of dessert. She had a peach floating in some kind of liquid that included some peach liqueur, which she had set on fire. At this point, the doorbell rang. It was the police. I knew in the dream who it was, it was a recurring character, an Inspector from some Fritz Lang films that I haven't actually seen. I had been looking at then online the previous night. I didn't actually know what he looked like, so he looked just like my Advanced Democracies professor. Before letting him in, I said that my girlfriend was not decent, and that he should wait. I had to quietly hide the body in the house, while he was outside the front door. I thought of putting it under the second bed in our office, but it ended up being hidden in plain sight behind the dog's pen in our bedroom. I don't remember moving it in the dream, but there it was. I didn't look that much like a body scrunched up behind it, but I think I was hoping he wouldn't even go in there. I didn't know in the dream what he was even there for, I woke up shortly after that.
I have no idea why it was Laura Prepon, I haven't seen That 70s Show in weeks. I did see some old bikini shots on a blog recently though. I think the egg-head has something to do with our finches having eggs, though.
Last night I had a dream that took place in some sort of summer camp type of setting. Ioan Gruffudd was there, and he was buying pot from my sister Michele (which is weird because in real life it'd be my other sister Alison that would have the stuff, lol). While they were getting stoned, I was working with some Boy Scouts, trying to put an American flag up in a howling thunderstorm. I got very dirty and tired, and had to walk back to the cabin I was sharing with my sisters and our friends and my boyfriend and Ioan. I got splashed with mud by passing cars. Once I got to the cabin, I had to get cleaned up because we were planning to go clubbing. My alarm woke me up then.
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