February 16, 2005

• 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.

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