Lab Mouse Adventure

I’m an escaped lab mouse. I escaped with about 5 other mice and we are riding in one of the scientist’s pickups. We escaped because we found out about a plot to get the whole earth hooked on these drugs that supposedly cure and prevent cancer. But they are actually bad and somehow the earth will explode if people use them too much.

Anyways we are in the bed of this pickup going down a long country highway. We need to hijack the truck and get to the place where the real research is kept so we can make this thing public. We start attacking the driver two by two, biggest ones first. I am the second smallest so I attack last with the smaller guy. We somehow end up getting to our destination but I don’t remember how. The researcher guy is having a party and we eat birthday cake when noone is looking. It is really good and somehow we all get little tiny party hats.

The next day we steal away in the researcher’s backpack to some coffee shop where he is going to meet a lady that has the real research. I meet one of the therapists at the place I work (in real life) and somehow she recognizes me even though I’m a mouse now. She’s down with helping us. So we create a diversion and she steals the paperwork. Then we go make lots of copies.

Dream with a semi-lucid ending

I am in a school, and someone has played a practical joke by throwing lunchmeat all over the floors. We are trying to pick it up before the kids come in and walk all over it. It is starting to smell, not really bad, but just like ham. The school is really dirty.

I think I am attending the school. They are going to show a movie in one of the classes this afternoon and I am really looking forward to it. I know one of the people in the movie. She is my aunt ‘V’. (In real life this person is ‘homosexually-identified’)

All of a sudden I am in the movie. V is dressed up as a blue cat with her hair dyed blonde (remember Zoobilee Zoo?), but it is her. She is filming in front of a live audience and they are all laughing at her. She likes that they are laughing, but the thing is, I don’t think it is funny. She has hooks in her skin and tiny lines like fishing wire from the ceiling are connected to the hooks. Twice during the performance the lines lift her off the ground and she wiggles around lying in midair. Everyone laughs a lot like this is the funniest thing ever. It doesn’t look like it is hurting her but it should.

Anyways, the first time it happens they put music on when they lift her up and treat it like a dance. There are people dancing around her like she is the lead dancer, but she is just wiggling in the air suspended from these hooks. The audience is laughing so loud.

The second time they take her away. It looks like they are taking her into some sort of factory. The lines carry her into one of a series of tunnels. You can hear machinery inside the tunnels but can’t see it. The hooks carry her in and rip out of her skin but you can’t see any blood on her because of the makeup. They are doing the same thing to lots of other people that are dressed like cats. They are screaming but it’s coming out like cat noises. Because it’s coming out like cat noises instead of human noises people think it’s funny, but it’s not funny.

There is a lot of water in the factory, almost like it is flooded but it’s supposed to be this way, I think. I am sitting on the edge of something like a big slide. My brother is with me higher up on the slide. I want to leave. Before I can leave something jumps up at me from the water. It has a white face like a skull with the skin stretched too tight around it. It has eyes that are so black and its mouth is so black and it opens its mouth and it screams at me. I put my hand out and shove it back into the water, but it scared me, somehow my hand ended up in its mouth. it frightened me so much that I ran away and I left my brother with the thing.

I become lucid and I try to go back but I can’t. It is like I am between waking and sleeping now. So I try to fight it even though it feels like the thing is gone. I start speaking in tongues, which I didn’t know you could do in a dream. Then I start to rebuke it loud. I tell it to leave me, my brother, my husband alone and get out of our homes. My voice is loud and I can see it carry through our apartment and then it goes somewhere else too. I am not sure where it is but it is a house or apartment. Then I wake up.

Everybody dreams.

I couldn’t recall any of my dream last night. That doesn’t mean I didn’t dream; everybody dreams every night but sometimes, or a lot of times, people don’t remember.

Here are some tricks to help you remember your dreams.

1. Sleep, People!!!

This is my favorite one. Getting enough sleep at night is essential to improving your ability to recall your dreams. As long as you’re well rested you’ll find it easier to focus your intent on recalling your dreams and your mind won’t be clouded by fatigue. I’m a big proponent of getting enough rest and taking care of your body. Here is just one more reason to do that.

2. Autosuggestion.

Verbally stating your desire to remember your dreams while falling asleep is the best way to accomplish this. It may sound silly but all you really need to do is talk yourself into remembering your dreams. Our minds are powerful instruments and even though it may seem that we lose control of them when we enter sleep, that does not at all have to be the case. I’ve never done this, but then again I don’t typically have trouble recalling my dreams.

3. REM Cycle Recall.

Many times during a night of restful sleep, I will wake up two or more times. Now that I know more about dreaming and sleep, I realize that this actually helps me to recall my dreams. Instead of being frustrated when I wake up at night, I lie still and try to recall what I just dreamed about. What happens when you wake up on your own in the middle of the night is that you have just ended a REM cycle, which is the stage of sleep in which dreams occur. Do you typically sleep through the night without ever waking up, even though you are getting enough rest? Drink a lot of water before going to bed.

4. Sleep Position Recall

When you wake up in the morning, stay in the same position and run your dreams over in your head a few times before getting up. After you have remembered your dream, move to a different position (with your eyes still closed) that you normally sleep in, and try and remember other dreams. The position that you are in may help your brain remember what dream you had while sleeping in that position. I have tried this and it actually works very well. I am not sure of the science behind it, but it has something to do with the motor neurons.

Fallen Cake

You know how if you open the oven too much to look at a cake you are baking, or if you move it too early, it falls in? I think that’s what happened here… I woke up prematurely and tried moving around to retrieve too much, so all I get for you are fragments. Sorry!!!

I know the first part of my dream was pretty awesome, so here’s that.

It feels somewhat like watching 24; somebody (a fictional dream dude) is trying to save America from South American terrorists. There is a helicopter capture scene.

That’s all I remember from that part. Yeah. Sorry.

Then I am coming out of the mall and I see a former coworker/classmate (M) cross the street in front of me. He is talking to a little boy on a bike. It seems like he is trying to convince the boy of something. Then he sees me and we talk for a bit. I think he agrees to go somewhere with me because next thing I know we are driving and he is following me in his car. Except now M’s car is red; he actually has/had a blue car.

We’re on the highway and I go under this overpass when I see Sam! So I get out, but I didn’t put the car in park and it keeps going and kind of crashes a bit. It’s ok though. Then M passes us both and keeps going in the direction my car was going.

Next I am at a work function, some type of dinner or banquet. I remember Sam and I sitting near my boss and his family. I was eating a baked potato. My boss was laughing a lot and was happy.

Then, I am working and my coworker looks at the sign in sheet and starts freaking out and going, “Who is Elliot Pervinich? We don’t have an Elliot Pervinich in the computer? OMG who made his appointment?” But it was just Elliot, he had come to pick up his girl scout cookies and had signed in to I don’t know, be funny or something.

Probably the Only Way I Will Ever Play Football

I’m in my grandma’s house, the one she had when we were little. My cousin Melissa is there and we plan to go for a walk, but she is taking a really long time so my dad and I leave. He really wants me to go somewhere with him.

We walk to the elementary school I used to go to (which is down the street). Inside the building the have made a miniature football field. It is open to the sky. My dad starts to play football with me. By with me I mean he is using me as the ball. Other members of my family then join in, but some of the younger girls are trying to play and having trouble since I’m bigger than they are and they can’t really pick me up or throw me.

Then we leave and I end up going to my house. I have to go to church and work with the kids (it’s now Sunday morning) and my mom wants to ride to church with me. We take a big green truck that looks like a mix between the Nissan my dad now has and the Sport-trac I used to have.

Like almost always happens in any of my dreams where I have to drive, the brakes don’t work well. It’s hard to reach the pedals and almost impossible to push them all the way down to make the truck stop. Even backing up, it is hard to stop the truck and I have to aim it uphill into our neighbor’s brick mailbox to make it stop. Oops. My mom sees no problem with this, which is wierd.

It’s getting annoying because I need to be at church before 8, and the clock in the truck says 8:11. But I think the clock is broken so I’m not even sure what time it is. My mom wants to skip church, so she purposely tells me to use a ’shortcut’. We end up going to the lake and I drive the truck off this peninsula thing that goes out into the lake. But we get out because it’s going really slowly, we just can’t stop it. Nobody seems to care that the truck is now gone.

My grandma is on the peninsula thing and she is wearing a bathing suit. She jumps into the water. Then we all jump into the water and splash around.

Next we go to my grandma’s house and my cousin Melissa is there and we start looking at these books my grandma has in her house, but they are not her books because they are dirty and she does not need those. But we are looking at them and laughing, and then Kayla Gaye randomly shows up and says she does not need that stuff in her mind b/c she is single. So she leaves.

Then Sam (my husband) and Angel come in, so we put away the books and Angel and Sam start drawing their computers and comparing them. Angel has a new computer, it’s a Mac and it is black.

After that we go back to my house and eat, but then Blake and Keila go out into the backyard. My backyard used to have a lot of trees in it but they all got oakwilt and had to be pulled out, but in my dream the trees are back. Blake tells me to come out on the porch because there is a big vulture in one of the trees and he is feeding it.

I go out to look at the vulture and it is not like any vulture I have ever seen. Blake puts a roll on the edge of the porch and the bird stretches its body out to grab it without having to leave the branch. It is big, bigger than most dogs, and it’s all bluish green and looks like a freaky muppet. It comes onto a branch closer to us and I get the distinct feeling that it is carnivorous.

A humongous play structure. Now that’s a good idea.

Play Structure in the Sky, I can be Twice as High…

I’m looking at this huge play structure, about 125 feet tall, I would say. I decide to climb it.

There are other people with me. One is my best friend Ashley from high school, and her little brother Zarek, who is afraid to climb with us. I think we end up convincing him.

This thing is so cool. It starts off as a cylindrical rock gym structure for the first 75 feet or so. Then it has a band of tires around it that form a shelf you can rest on. It has a tire swing you can reach from here! A tire swing! 60 feet in the air y’all!!!

From the tire shelf, it gets really skinny and kind of frightening, but so worth it. It’s basically like shimmying up a flagpole, except there is a long rope with loops in it coming down from the top of the structure you can use to help you. You can actually use it the whole way up and down.

The coolest thing is I am actually strong enough to get all the way up. TWICE.

Being Sad With Coworkers

Next I’m in a big department or grocery store, except I’m at work. To leave work, instead of punching out, we have to check out. So I’m checking out and a coworker (I’ll call her T) is right behind me. But I’m sad because someone starts talking about cancer and I remember a friend I had that died of cancer (in real life).

T asks me why I’m sad, and I tell her I had two friends that died of cancer. In my dream I think I am confusing Lance Armstrong with another friend (in real life) who is a cyclist. Except in real life he didn’t die, he’s fine and doesn’t have cancer, but in my dream he did and I was really sad.

So that’s confusing.

Family, Food and Dogs

I go home, except in my dream I’m not married and live with my parents and brother again in this little beachhouse place, which is really nice. There are these dogs that live there that aren’t ours. They’re nice and everything but they are not ours.

My cousin Brittany is over and we are watching news about Iraq, and it looks like things are getting better over there. Brittany is telling us what she thinks about the situation. My dad changes the channel and then we are watching something like the making of American Pie, which is weird.

I get really focused on food then and I start arranging leftovers in containers. And it’s all food that I actually ate last week that I liked a lot and I wish we had more of (mostly desserts). But the dogs are bothering me because for some reason I am doing this on the floor. I feed the dogs fruit loops to distract them from my food. It doesn’t work. I could move to a table or counter but for some reason putting the food up on the floor is very important.

It’s Sunday and I’m bored, so here’s another…

I don’t remember a lot of the dream I had last night, because I didn’t really try to retrieve it when I was waking. Here are the highlights.

My new boss, Mr. Knisley, wants to do… something. This ends up with me moving to a metropolis that looks a lot like NYC. I get to live in a fancy hotel suite for free, and Sam is able to walk to work (I assume he moved with me). However, he insists that we keep our apartment and this puzzles me.

One day as I am coming home from work, I discover that I am locked out of my beautiful suite! I try another entrance (it is a big place, the size of a small house) and the doors open, but there is a family inside with a young lady in a wedding dress! She is standing in front of the mirror getting ready with her parents and loved ones around attending to her luggage and assisting her.

The hotel has accidentally given her my ‘apartment’ as her honeymoon suite. I am distressed but decide not to make a scene; after all it is the girl’s honeymoon and I do get to live there for free. I find somewhere else to stay somehow.

Suddenly I am at Lake Ella, only with more Roman architecture and less people. I discover that I am actually playing a video game in which I am immersed in a Lake Ella with Roman architecture-like surrounding. I know it is a game because I can feel my hands holding a controller and pressing buttons which one of two large Transformer-like robots respond to. If it were not for the feel of the controller I would be convinced that I was standing on Roman Lake Ella’s shores on a sunny day, feeling the wind and spray as the Transformers wrestle in the midst of the lake, destroying the beautiful Roman architecture.

I really feel like they are Transformers even though mine has the ability to shoot water and the other has the ability to shoot fire, which means they cannot be Transformers because everybody knows that the Transformers do not shoot water or fire. Also mine has a water symbol on his chest and the other has a fire symbol on his chest and everybody BUT EVERYBODY knows the real Transformers do NOT mess with the elements. Also they do not transform. (The Transformers in my dream, not the real Transformers).

I am sparring with the other Transformer, but he is kicking my butt because I can’t get the hang of the buttons. Specifically I can’t figure out how to use my stupid water elemental power. How come he gets fire anyways?

I’ve always sucked at videgames.

Keila and Blake get a house

Last night I dreamed about the future. The dream opens with Keila sitting at her dinner table. She’s not in the townhouse she lives in out here in the real world, but the house is definitely hers- some of the decor and furniture is the same, and Blake’s djembe drum is placed neatly in one corner of the living room area. My husband and I are both here, but I’m in the kitchen talking with Keila while we wait for Hannah to arrive. Blake and Sam (our husbands) are outside, probably messing with their air soft guns. Angel and Christina are not here; they’re probably already in France. While Keila and I are waiting, Meg and Lee show up.

I have only hung out with Lee a few times, but from what I can tell he’s a good guy. I think he’s dating Meg. She’s sweet. Anyway, somehow we all start talking about reading, and inevitably someone brings up Nora Roberts. Why oh why do people read Nora Roberts? I don’t know.

“Nora Roberts is like the BioDome of literature,” Lee says. Meg giggles while kinda ducking behind him like girls do when they are proud of and embarrassed by their men at the same time.

“Except BioDome contains toilet humor, which makes watching it much more entertaining than reading a Nora Roberts book,” I reply… with glee…. ***SORRY KEILA AND CHRISTINA***

Here’s the next cool thing that happens. HANNAH HELPS KEILA COOK! Hannah is AFRAID of the kitchen y’all! Keila said she was making lobster and salmon bisque, except it looked like she was just baking salmon to me. She put it in a glass pan with some type of coating on it. Come to think of it, it didn’t actually look like salmon. It looked like chicken. Weird. Keila, do you know what bisque is?

When I woke up it was like 3 AM, and I wanted to write down everything, so I went into our kitchen and got a free notepad I got from Harvest Printers out and started writing. Then my husband woke up and made a phone call. He sounded upset, so I eavesdropped. He was calling amazon.com or something about some stuff he had apparently got me for valentine’s day that was never delivered.

Somehow I ended up having to talk to the people from amazon on the phone, except when i got the phone it wasn’t amazon that I needed to talk to, but Dillard’s. The lady I was talking to was trying to convince me to apply for the Dillard’s credit card; saying I needed to have an account with them before they could ship me my items. I could see a mental picture of her; she looked kind of like Lucy Liu and had long straight brown hair and was wearing a beige business suit. She was getting really frustrated. I was trying to explain that we were trying to get rid of all our credit cards, but she was so persistent I almost wanted to just get the stupid credit card and be done with it. Then I woke up for real.

That’s all. If I dream tonight I don’t know whether I’ll post it or not. Tomorrow’s Sunday and all.

Hello world!

“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”

-Chuck Palahniuk

One morning I told my husband about a dream I’d had the night before, and he said I should start a blog about my dreams. I’ve always been hesitant to start a blog. It’s just such a big commitment. But I think I would really enjoy blogging if it means I can share my dreams with lots of people.

Not that they matter for the purposes of this blog, but here are some facts about me:

1. I’m 25 and work full time as a receptionist (oh, but they call us ‘intake coordinators’) for a physical therapy clinic.
2. I’m a newlywed. No kids.
3. I’m a Christian.
4. I love to read. NOT STUPID STUFF.

Well, I guess that’s it. Anyone is free to comment on anything. I would like to see what people think about my dreams, what they mean, whether they would make a good movie plot, etc.

Dream journaling will commence next time I have a dream.