I socialize quite a bit at tribe.net and recently they updated their profiles to include a blog. I hardly need two blogs, but until they update to RSS feed (in which case I can update both at once) I didn’t want to neglect posting something to my new profile and I don’t want to abandon my Xanga blog. I’ve been here a long time. Of course, now I feel bad about neglecting you guys… it was a really good dream, almost fairytale quality. lol So follow my profile link and you’ll find the tribe blog entry titled “My Wierd Dreams.”

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Friday I dreamed I went back to school. I couldn’t remember certain things, so a teacher hypnotized me and revealed I had split personalities. Everytime a new personality was revealed, they brought out another chair. I ran out of the room, and met another personality coming up the stairs. Then I ran to the office crying, but they told me the counsellor only saw people on weekends or during lunch. I ran out at got a pillow and sat in a chair in an office, crying into my pillow. Then I decided it was a mistake to come back to school and I told them I quit again.

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Sunday I dreamed a monkey stole a baby, and I was trying to help the father get it back. I told him I would grab the monkey from behind, and he could snatch the baby. But he said the monkey would tear the baby to pieces if we did that, and in my dream I actually saw this happen. I insisted it would work, and it was if we went back in time to try again. I grabbed the monkey, and the man grabbed the baby and ran into a house. Then I threw the monkey far into the air and it fell into a field. I knew though that the monkey could move very fast and I had no time to get to the house, and I didn’t think the man would let me in anyway. So I flew into the air and to a large tree, hoping the monkey would not see me. But it was there before me and it ket whipping branches at me as I tried to keep the tree between us.

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Last night I dreamed that my mother married a man with twelve kids. We moved to a house next to a restaurant. I only had the address. I found the restaurant and an apartment building. I went into the apartment building, but couldn’t find their apartment 6-B. I kept climbing the stairs and soon there were no lights and it had become a car-doc. I was getting very paranoid when I saw a sign that said 6 was the next house over. So I went back down but next door was the restaurant. Beside the restaurant was a very narrow door which I had taken to be a walkway between houses, but it turned out to be 6-B. There were some men sitting in front of the building, and the one sitting directly in front of the door kindly moved so I could go through. I tried to kiss his forehead for being so nice, but he moved at exactly the wrong moment.

I squeazed into the hall, but I had to go sideways. It made me feel fat, even though I could see it really was narrow. The “house” consisted of three rooms, though there were no walls, only windows. The first room had eight beds, four on each wall and suspended from the walls. This room was also the living room and kitchen. Then there was one bathroom and a bedroom for my mother and her new husband. He intended to build another room for the other eight kids.

I convinced them to buy a three-story house instead. All the floors needed to be replaced, but it seemed like less work to replace the floors than build another room and shove eight more people into it. Besides I needs a place to stay too. The bookstore had let me go because they felt I was wasting my time there and could do better somewhere else. Weird dream.

I’m not sure why I dream so much, except that I enjoy it, even the scary ones. I enjoy my dreams as much as I enjoy a well-written book or a well-played movie. I view my dreams as entertainment, half because my dreams are next to impossible to interpret and half because I like being entertained. I know it’s a dream. I know I’m not going to get hurt. I might be scared or uber-creeped out or repulsed, but it’s still a dream… and a better form of entertainment than I’ll find on TV these days.

I swear, they put such crap on TV any more. I haven’t seen a good (uncut) movie on TV since the 80s. Granted there was a lot of plotless, oversexed, ultraviolent junk on TV when I was a kid, but for what it’s worth, some of those same movies had great creepy atmosphere. I think I like my dreams because they have great atmosphere too, even if they’re incomprehensible otherwise. And now that each and every thing on TV, almost down to commercials, is rated, TV is hardly worth watching at all. There’s no mystery. I can almost tell you the ending of anything on TV just by watching the first fifteen minutes.

I much prefer the “TV” in my head. If I could invite you all into my head to see my dreams firsthand, I would. I’m sure you’d be as entertained as I am. But until that’s possible, you’ll have to view them vicariously through the medium of my words.

Sunday night I dreamed a group of jungle explorers were captured by an angry African tribe for the theft of a holy relic. They were not the group who had stolen the relic, but they were taken to the tribal “mystic” because they were interlopers and the tribe did not want to lose any other treasures.

The explorers were taken to a swamp and left bound in the mud and muck. Eventually what appeared to be a naked eight year old child came walking through the water. She/it was caked in places by dried mud, so was mostly gray in color but appeared to be caucasion. I say “she” because it had long, blonde/white hair, but I say “it” because it was sexless. It looked more like an animated baby-doll, completely smooth and without definition.

In the dream the explorers thought she was just some girl the Africans had found and raised, but I knew (viewing the dream from outside) that she was some kind of spirit. She told them that they were comdemned to death for the theft of the tribe’s holy relic, a black pearl necklace with pearls as large as her clenched fist. They cried and begged saying that they hadn’t taken it and that they would bring it back if they could. One of them swore he had seen such a necklace.

Finally she relented and said that if they brought the necklace back, they would be spared. She also warned them that the necklace was cursed to such as them, and if they did not bring it back, it would be the instrument of their destruction.

So they left the swamp and headed off to retrieve the necklace. Oddly enough, they found it at the top of a temple, with skeletons all around. Of course, once they had it, they rethought returning it to the tribe and their swamp baby shaman. After all, these were black pearls as large a child’s fist. The necklace was worth a fortune. They decided to take the relic and run, but on their trip home, they soon fell to squabbling.

When the man carrying the necklace disappeared, they just assumed he ran off with it. As they searched for some sign of him, a monstrous thing leapt out of the jungle and proceeded to savage the nearest person. Around its neck was the black pearl necklace.

The remaining members of the party ran through the jungle until the came upon an abandoned complex of buildings. They hid inside, but come nightfall, the monster started picking them off one by one. They explored the building as they tried to find a way to hide from the creature, and opening a crate, they found guns.

The tracked the monster down (after a few more deaths among them) and killed it. Somehow (and I don’t know how anyone could be that dumb) they thought the monster was a sick wild animal. It had eaten their friend and somehow gotten the necklace stuck around its neck. So they took the necklace from the corpse and left, still with the intent of selling it to the highest bidder.

Of course, before long the person carrying the necklace disappeared again and this time the three remaining explorers didn’t live long to track the new monster down and kill it, though they did realize before they died that the necklace really was cursed and the monster hunting them down was their former friend. Once everyone in the party was dead, the monster loped back to the tribe and died in the swamp. And the swamp baby mystic retrieved her necklace from the corpse.

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After that I had a short, inane dream about visiting grand parents in England (I have none so far as I know unless my father’s mother is still alive somewhere… long story). I cooked some breaded chicken and homefries for them while they asked me what I planned on doing with my life, and my “grandfather” asked me if I planned to be a cook because the food was better than he’d expected.

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Then I dreamed of a family in the future. They were a military family on holiday from working in space. They attended an “old fashioned” carnival, riding the ferris wheel and a tilt-a-whirl until they ran out of tickets. Then they went to a swanky restaurant with tables literally piled high with food. There was one table completely covered in steaming lobster.

They then returned to the space station, and from there, shipped off to a colony on another world. It was actually pretty built up for a colony, but that was because they colony was built upon the ruins of an alien city. Once they arrived, the mother started acting stranger and stranger. At the same time, the daughter was suffering physical phenomena. Feeling someone touch her when no one was around or being knocked into walls without any apparent cause. She kept trying to convince her father that the place was haunted, but wasn’t buying it, being a very serious, unimaginative person at heart. He tried to hide his psycho wife from the public, and told his daughter to shut up.

The mother finally went stark raving made, declaring that she was the voice of the dead and the ghosts of the past must be heard. Then she ran off. The father refused to deal with the whole thing, but the daughter took off to find the mother.

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Last night was another space dream. I dreamed that Lt Worf from Star Trek, the Next Generation, and I were one the run. We were trying to stay in cognito, but that didn’t stop us from going to an Old West theme park. Unfortunately, the director of the Park got mad because there weren’t any Klingons in the Old West, so Worf would stand out like a sore thumb. So I got him a hat to hide his cranial ridges, and unbraided his hair. He had this really fancy, multi-strand braid which had been in so long that a lot of the hair cracked and split as I unbraided it. I asked if he looked alright now, and the director just grunted. Then I announced that Klingons were very pragmatic and agreeable.

Well, I sent off emails to two sleep study programs I found, but one came back already (the more interesting of the two) as a bad address. Oh well. The other is not so much a dream study as it is a sleep position study, that is they’re trying to correlate the position in which you fall asleep and wake up with your dreams. I guess we’ll see what we see.

On the meantime, I guess I’ll just keep looking.

On a completely different front… The least I have ever weighed as an adult was 185 lbs. That’s not too bad for 5’8″. One hundred eighty-five is what I weighed after I went vegetarian. I lost 30 lbs when I made that choice. Best thing I ever did too. Of course, then I got the job at the bank and went up to 220 lbs over the course of three years, through depression and the sedentary nature of the job itself. Now, after one and a half years at the bookstore, I am back to 185 lbs. Yay! And I haven’t really been trying to lose, it’s just all the running around and no more depression munchies.

Now I am trying to give up soda. I knew it was bad when I couldn’t even remember how many I had drunk in a day, but there were four cans on my desk (cuz I’m lazy and don’t throw them in the recycle bin right away). So in the past week, I’ve gone down to no more than two cans in a day. Yesterday I only had one. I think I’ll switch off two/one every other day for a week, then to one a day for a week, then one every other day, etc. I’ve been drinking coke for a LONG time. I know I’m going to have withdrawal symptoms, and I get enough headaches already. So I’m going to go slowly. I’m bound to lose more weight as I go off the soda. That’s a lot of calories there. Plus sugar and caffeine leech calcium from your bones, and that’s something I have to start thinking about as a 30 (soon to be 31) year old woman.

Another addiction that’s easier to deal with is my desire to play online games. There’s so many things that I could be doing but instead play games, hour after hour, without noticing the passage of time, that I am deleting all my links to online games. I will no longer play them and hopefully there will be no withdrawal from that! lol

Now, and interesting story my subconscious told me last night…

I was with a group of teenagers planning a swimming trip in the country after school. I stopped in at my home (which was my childhood home in Catasauqua) and found my family renovating the house to make it into a bed and breakfast. There were three beds in my room, bags of garbage, and piles of clothes all over. I was very annoyed at the mess and helped clean it up, even though I wanted to go swimming. Then I helped set up a buffet.

Finally I got to go with my friends. We went out to the country, stopping by a river to go swimming. When we were done, we got out of the water, and it became a ditch/stream. But in a deep portion of the stream, there were these huge carp as you might seen in a decorative pond. I said that someone must have dumped them there. They were completely tame, allowing anyone brave enough to pet them. There were so many you could barely see the bottom of the stream. There were also huge catfish which came swimming up and down the stream.

We drove back through suburbia and stopped at a house where one of the group’s mothers was working as a house cleaner. While we were there, the owner of the house brought out a pattern of the Holly King which he was very proud of. It could be used to make a quilt or a tablecloth or anything a person might want. While he was out of the room, one of the boys thought it would be funny to rip it. When the rest of us realized what he was doing we ran out of the house, but someone had vandalized the car so we couldn’t leave. The boy said he knew where his guidance counsellor from school lived. By the time we found her house though, it was dark.

So of course, he broke in. She was scared witless, but not because we broke in. Apparently there were monsters after her. After she realized we were human, she told us a story (that was very similar to Devilman if you’ve ever seen the anime). Apparently there were these evolving machines that were created at the dawn of time. They evolved by merging with one another to form better and/or larger machine/organisms. Their primary function was to break things down to their base elements, like bacteria. But they started to evolve into various forms, microscopic and multicellular. Eventually they evolved into humans, plants, animals, etc. (In the dream, I pictured Sesame street muppets merging. Cookie monster and Big bird and Burt, Ernie, and Oscar. It was very weird.) Which explains why humans are creative and destructive… creativity is a deviation from the original programming. We’re supposed to destroy stuff…. 0.o

She ended by saying that some people hadn’t forgotten their true origins and were trying to destroy the world as they’d originally been programmed. They were planning something and unfortunately, they’d gotten wind of her knowledge of their plans.

Of course, we thought she was friggin’ nuts…

Until the house was attacked.

Then we escaped to the next house over, which happened to belong to the family of one of the girls in our group (don’t ask me why we didn’t go there originally). Her parents had also been among the people who attacked the house.

In the fridge was a block of what looked like government cheese, but it smelled fruity. When her parents came in the house looking for us, we forced the fruity cheese down their throats. It was food for them, but they only needed a little. Too much and they would die.

Of course, their daughter was freaking out because we killed her parents. She ran out and her “people” caught her and carried her off to this “grand merging” where she was the last component of a merging that would make a super creature to devour (and therefore breakdown to it’s basic elements) the entire earth. We ran after to save her, and found all these people attached to this thing that looked like an inverted Christmas tree with the people as ornaments.

And now, I must go to earn my mundane living. Really I’d rather go back to bed and dream some more! heh

I have thought about being in a sleep study program, but I’m afraid they might lock me up if my dreams are any indication of my sanity. I dream just about every night, but sometimes the details elude me as soon as I open my eyes. I remembered dreams for the 8th, 9th, 14th, two from the 11th, and two last night. I forgot my dreams for the 10th, 12th, and three on the 15th. The only day I didn’t dream was the 13th.

I suppose you’re wondering where the missing dreams are…lol Some of them are just too derange for me to share (if you can believe it), and some of them just make no sense whatsoever. They wouldn’t be much fun reading if they were just a list of images. Besides, I’m lazy. Between all my other projects, sometimes posting a dubious dream to Xanga just isn’t a priority. Sorry!

For instance, one of my dreams last night (the second) consisted of me trying to get to work, but for some reason I was driving through all these back roads and stopping at buildings. The first time was fairly normal. I stopped at a convenience store. I was going to buy a coke, but then I changed my mind (probably because I’m trying to give up caffeine… two or more cokes a day is too many). So I apologized to the clerk and got on the road again. But even though I thought I would be late for work, I kept stopping at people’s homes and going through their stuff with a mind to take some of it. Sometimes the people were there, but they didn’t notice me. I kept walking through kids bedrooms, looking at various school projects, some artistic, some academic, and thinking I might like to take one or two. Then I kept walking, and the room would turn into a store with racks of clothes and books.

The first dream was the doozy though. I stumbled onto this abandoned laboratory where the scietists had apparently been studying wildlife. Whatever wildlife it was, wasn’t abundantly clear because there seemed to be missing papers. I did find a high school yearbook though with certain pictures circle, and in the dream I thought, “Hey, I know these people!” Apparently in the dream world, I had gone to school with them. So I gathered them all together, including the one elderly teacher who had been circled. The teacher was quite senile and was delighted because he thought we were visiting him. He kept bringing us lemonade and cakes.

For some reason, I had everyone line up along a suburban street. I walked back and forth, carrying the album and explaining where I’d found it. None of them was really interested and eventually they wandered off. I went back to the woods to see if I could find anything else.

I found a cave which was partially fallen in, and once I got in, it was full of mud. But I kept walking and eventually came to a room. The floor was still of mud, but the room was normal enough for a house. There were tables and chairs, a bed, it was positively cozy (aside from the mud. In the room I found the missing papers from the lab.

Apparently the scientists had been studying a wendigo, but in the dream they called it merinbow or something like that. Of course, I immediately realized I was in the lair of the wendigo and hightailed it out of them, the missing files still clutched in my hands. Running through the woods, I encountered some of my classmates from the album. They were startled to see me and acted very nervous, as if they were up to something. Soon after that, they all started disappearing.

I realized that by assembling the people from the book and then going to the cave, the wendigo had followed me right to them. Apparently it had some kind of vendetta against them, perhaps they had done something to it when it was still human. Maybe Merinbow was the thing’s human name? Merinbow Wendigo… lol

I went back to the cave once more and this time noticed the mud had a gooey consistency, like honey. This being a dream, of course I put some in my mouth. Actually, it tasted like blueberries (my favorite fruit!). Just as an experiment, I spat a bit out on a counter and it was blue. Looking up I saw an image in a window of the wendigo and quickly looked away. In the dream I believed so long as I didn’t see it, I would be safe, but if I saw it, it would see me and come get me like the others.

I had two dreams last night. I know that I’ve forgotten most of the first. All I remember is that I was some kind of photonic mutant (I glowed when I “powered up”), and there was a djinni/alien that fed on light and wanted to eat me.

Those with a weak stomach may not want to read the second dream… It was seriously repulsive.

The second dream was literally an X-files episode. Mulder and Scully were passing by an apartment complex when they smelled this horrible odor and heard a crying baby. Deciding to investigate, they burst in the door to find a deranged doctor attending a convulsing woman. There was an umbilical cord, but it came out of her mouth and led to the bathroom. The doctor ran into another room while Scully attempted to help the woman. Mulder followed the umbilical cord into the bathroom, but the smell was so bad in there he vomited in the tub. The drain of the tub opened up into the basement and was large enough and cast enough light below to see there were bodies lying on the floor, most likely nosey neighbors. The doctor suddenly came running into the bathroom and lept into the drain. His body squeezed into the drain bonelessly and he got away into the basement. Scully announced she was going to find stairs to the basement and follow him. Mulder yelled to her to stay because they didn’t know what was down there, but she was already gone.

I rarely try to interpret my dreams. I’m pretty good at interpreting other people’s dreams because other people seem to have an underlying dream logic that makes a psychological or metaphysical interpretation possible. Not me. More often than not, my dreams tell a story and I see no rhyme or reason to it. It’s completely disconnected from my reality, even if it features people and places from my reality. It may be that I am too close to it; I can’t see it because it’s a part of me. Only another person could interpret my dreams… though some have tried and it really doesn’t mesh with my life or habits. So, mostly I just allow myself to be entertained and don’t worry so much about interpretation (despite the fact I have about four different dream symbolism books heh).

Last night I dreamed I was at work. There was a pudgy little Hispanic lady who wanted to pay for her books by check but once she had it written out, she said she had no driver’s license. I told her we couldn’t accept it without one, so she took out a Wegman’s discount card and asked if we could accept that instead. Oddly enough, I said yes, but there was no magnetic strip. I had to key it in manually, which meant that I had to put it through the credit card swiper afterwards to make an impression, but since the Wegman card didn’t have any raised numbers, it wouldn’t matter whether I did or not. So I called my boss over, but I just couldn’t make her understand what was going on. She kept picking up the customer’s purchase (which consisted of several large, computer software sized boxes) of ABBA and saying we really need to make a display. My boss finally figured out what I was trying to explain to her, but the customer had wandered off and I had to find her and return her card. Then I had to admire my boss’ ABBA display. Honestly, I don’t even know what ABBA sounds like! lol

However, just before I woke up, I heard music. I find dreams of music particularly annoying. If it’s a tune I recognize, then I find myself listening to the radio all day thinking I’ll hear it. If it’s something I don’t recognize, I lose the harmony too soon and then I’m frustrated because I feel like if you hear something no one’s ever heard in your dream you should hold onto it because it’s special. I tried marking the notes down, but I’m no musician and I doubt I did it right. At any rate, it seemed like the opening notes of an orchestra, possibly cellos or an organ. Something increasing in volume as it progressed with a deep bass sound.

I work late tonight (2 AM). That’s really no deterent to my dreaming, but I might be at work even later than that because our big bosses are coming around tomorrow which means the store must be spic’n'span. And then tomorrow my mother wants to take my nephew someplace at the crack of dawn and I’m invited. I said I’d go, but I don’t know. I get crabby enough when I visit public places, let alone when I’m sleep deprived. And I wanted to see the Phantom of the Opera movie tomorrow too. I have to see if they’ve finally made a Phantom movie that measures up to the book. If you haven’t read the book, you really should. It is so much better than any movie they ever made… just like no Frankenstein movie can compare to the book. Frankenstein movies are garbage compared to Shelley’s novel. Though conversely, Dracula is an awful book and most of the movies are one hundred times better than the novel.

I dreamed about runes last night. I was putting together groups of runes with similar meanings. Two sides of a sheet of paper were covered in my scribbles. After a while, I decided to try making a rune to help people learn the runes. I had a rune that looked like a square (the blank rune I think… rune of potential), and I decided to make a sigil of FUTHARK and put them inside the square. Looks rather cunieform…

I’m not sure if it worked or not because then I was in my old Middle School, though all the students were adults and the corridors kept changing. I was in some kind of class and the teacher was telling me she needed to find a simple Rune instruction book for her friend’s five year old son. I told her I had one which I could give her. Actually I do, or did, but I think I sold it on Amazon a while back.