What does a girl in a box dream about?
I dreamt I was doing hair at an Ozzy Osborne concert. It must have been a Friday morning because I was working on my three golden girls I do every Friday morning. After a few minutes a couple strange guys came over to the table I was working off of and took out a tire needle and began lighting it and smoking it and then passing it on to Large Marge. (that is what I secretly refer to my 11:00 appointment.) Large Marge took it and smoked it and I was like,... "what's wrong with you... you don't even know what the hell chemical your smoking." Then I woke up.
This is what it sounds like, when firemen cry I dreamt that I lived on the one-hundred and twenty-third floor of the Sears Tower. (Note that there is only 110 stories and the 103rd is the observatory/skydeck.) I had a really kick ass loft with sleek furniture and half a dozen easels filled with some of my art I had been working on. The outside wall was constructed solely of glass and there was a window seat that ran along the entire length of it and there was an eave that ran along the top of the window that has some fancy modern track lighting. It was the ridiculously placed track lighting that caused the problem. Shortly after I had turned the lights on there was sparks that eventually ignited into a small fire. I called the fire department and then decided to flee the building before the fire got out of control. I started my way down through other people's apartments and even through some stores descending one floor at a time. I ended up wading through an apartment that was knee high with personal stuff. I kept falling through trap doors into other rooms filled knee high with junk until eventually i dropped down through the ceiling and landed a huge oak table in a room that was hosting a secret FBI meeting. I quickly fled out of the room now with FBI agents on my tail because of anything I might have heard. I ended up in a designer purse store named Cero's where I proceeded to tell the owner that I needed to escape and get out of the building a soon as possible. She directed me to a manual elevator that consisted of a circular stone platform to stand on surrounded in red brick. To me it mostly resembled a smaller version of a mining elevator. There was a phone that hung down and a small light bulb. Even though I was on my way down, I still feared having not getting out of the building just yet and called 911 to let them know that i was there and trying to get out. After I hung up a purse hit my head. I looked up and just then another purse hit my head. I realized that the fire must have reached Cero's and the owner was now throwing her valuable purses down the elevator shaft hoping to save them. After a few minutes the purses and myself got dumped out on the sidewalk at the bottom of the building. Immediately people started looting and taking the purses and I fled the scene. About a month later I decided to go back to my lofty apartment. The first thing I noticed was that all of my belongings were in the hallway with prices on them and there were people looking over my things and a couple with some of my stuff under their arms. I was a little surprised but I wasn't overly upset. I walked into my apartment and was amazed at how incredible it looked. There were a couple designers hanging around taking care of some last minute details. They had redid the color and style and everything was in bright red and chrome, I loved how it looked and went over to the head guy over by the windows to thank him. We talked for a little bit and I noticed that they had put up new track lighting but then I heard something. It sounded like it was someone crying, there was some whimpering as well and it was coming from more then one person, but where was it coming from? I asked the designer and he told me that they hadn't quite gotten the fire out just yet and that there were a couple fireman still working on it and that sound was them crying because they were so afraid of being up that high. I went back to the window and listened some more... then I woke up.
I dreamt that this girl was pushing her finger down onto my lower spine causing me to wail in pain, but I couldn't turn around and stop her, and I couldn't see who it was, The pain became more intense as she put more pressure directly on my spine and nobody came to help me. This happened on a school bus.... Later I found out who it was and when i confronted her she said that she loved to see me in pain, the more the better, no remorse, just a sick girl who got off on truly hurting me. Later I helped a friend stock a pool with fish, I grabbed the fish out of the plastic bag and placed it in the water as the fish gnashed its pointy teeth at me, Within an hour it had gave birth and there were about five fish swimming around in the pool, I stayed to help out and fed the fish cheese cubes.
Welcome to your end life,
the guy in the PA spoke loudly and clearly. He gave instructions that
directed the walking dead into the proper terminals. Just outside no
return departures there was a pool, that is what I saw first and for the
first time I wanted to swim. I dove in and the feel of the water against
my skin was like nothing I have ever felt before. It had occurred to me
that this was no ordinary pool, but more like a giant womb, a place to
experience what it was like when it first began. Or maybe it was a place
to find peace, or become whole. The water was warm and soothing, and as
I broke through the water I could feel healing pour over my body like
warm wax. My head bobbed above the water as I watch the dead, which seem
to be confused as they walked around. They are unemotional, bland,
walking without a purpose. It's not easy to get everybody where they
need to be going. It's sort of like the first day of school when you
aren't really sure where your classes are. This is what the man on the
PA is for; confirmation, information, and direction. All of the
destinations seem to be leading underground, and the entrances look
nothing more then cement subway stairs, but if you peer in, you can see
that there is carpeting, and you can see that there is a glow that is
coming from a hidden source of light. I can see a couch at the bottom of
the stairs, it is plush and the color of eggplant, there is someone
sitting on it, but I can't make out any features, but it appears to be a
woman.
dreamt I was back at my parent's house back in my old bedroom. My parent's were not home and R and I lay naked under the covers on my bed. My little sister (which I don't have in real life btw) kept coming in the room bugging us. I was getting so heated I started to get a little bit violent in my words and actions with her. I wanted her to leave us alone but she was relentless. At some point R left the room and after I figured that he wasn't coming back up to my room I went looking for him. He was downstairs sitting on the couch watching TV. I begged him to come upstairs I begged him to talk to me but he said nothing. He casually got up and began to put his gym shoes on and I began to freak out. I ran up to my room screaming that I was going to kill myself. He followed me up the stairs and down the long hallway to my room. Once I got inside I began tearing everything out of my dresser drawers in search for something that I could use to end my life. R just looked in the room, reached in and shut my door. That's when my talking and crying in my sleep woke me up.
I went to a
professional garage sale. You see this guy had a garage sale that never
ended, it's how he made his money and he had some really cool stuff for sale. I ended up buying a retro fifties metal
lunch box and a black and white wood foot stool. They did body
piercing and tattoo's upstairs. I had decided that I wanted a piercing
and in order to go upstairs I had to stand on a platform and get beamed
up. There wasn't anybody upstairs just 4 work stations that the moving
platform that I was on would stop at. One of the stops was a nitrous
oxide station. I cheated and went back to that station a couple extra
times. By the time I got to the piercing station I have to say I was
feeling a bit loopy but had decided to get two silver hoops right above
my pinky finger, only I was so looped on nitrous that I ended up getting
those hoops put in my forehead. It was a really odd machine. There was
a jackpot lever that I had to pull in order to administer the machine.
There was a rubber rooster sleeve that covered the lever and of course I
stole it and put it in my lunch box.
I dreamt I bought a set of miniatures/figurines replicating some cast of characters from a play or movie that I had seen. There were animals and people. They came to life and started running around the floor. I started to a bit creepy so I picked them up one by one and put them in a bright red velvet pouch.
I woke up so angry. I don’t know the details. I don’t know why or what I was dreaming about but what I do remember… I stepped on a scorpion, I violently threw anything I could get my hands on, I walked out in front of on coming cars trying to get hit. And right before I woke up I was laying on the side of the road in some snow waiting to freeze to death. Mostly I remember how I was filled with such hatred for myself and others. Now that I am awake I still feel its presence lingering like a body ache.
I was sitting in risers with other's who were also taking this class that the local collage offered. Underneath the risers and along side of us was murky green water, water so foul it reeked of decay and all things rancid. The class was on human torture! At the front was a man sitting or rather tied to a chair who had various degrees of disease and decay from constant torture experiments. The instructor introduced himself and informed us exactly what the class expected of us, which was only to observe and then the final would be for us to write an essay on how does this affect and what does this do to the mother of this tortured half dead man sitting in front of us.
I was filled with fear and people were gathered from near and far, the sky was lit by thousands of crosses- their crude shape seemingly erasered into existence beaming out from ominous clouds. There was constant thunder and lightening. People were running around, some were crying, some praying and some drunk in the streets and confusion was a foot. I was fearful. I couldn’t seem to find my friends or family. I felt alone and afraid. I was indoors but I was outdoors but mostly the sky was everywhere I looked around and it seemed that the land had flattened out and I could see the shape of the earth as if I was looking at the earth from a fun house mirror. The sky was constantly changing color, the scenery would change, peoples faces around me would change. I distinctly remember a statue changing its face from one moment I looked at it to the next. At one point I remember seeing my niece, but she was much younger, and she broke free and was running carefree and giggling. I then saw my father running after her as she ran out into the green grass under a scary sky. My father was running after her, calling out her name to come back. I screamed “father your heart your heart, don’t run!” he fell to the ground and I ran after him, this is how I found him the first time, running after my niece I remember being so angry with my niece for putting my father in such a situation. It was then that people started to disappear. I walked out into a large grassy area where people were arriving on bikes and in cars and just appearing out of thin air and they carried torches in their hands and they asked if we believed in god. They were telling everybody to go with them, but I found them deceptive and I claimed my faith and then fled and ran as far as I could back into the confusion, I ran back and saw my parents running towards them, and shouted, "No! No! they are imposters.” The next thing I remember I was running in the streets with everybody else. People ran in the streets as if they were being chased by bulls and then suddenly it went silent and I was snatched, plucked from the ground so to speak. The next thing I know I am in a huge roman coliseum in the sky. There were people sitting all around me, my mother and father were next to me and people were still walking in and sitting down when someone began to speak. I still did not realize or understand what had happened what was going on. There was a mention of our new bodies, being curious I lifted up my skirt, and saw a skin color hue, it was slightly translucent and had a glow to it, it looked to me as if I was made of some sort of clear almost jelly, formed in the shape of legs. It was then that I realized to a degree what was happening, what had happened. I looked down and there was nothing but sky below me just light and clouds, and the broken stone of the coliseum that we were sitting on disappeared and it was then that I realized that our shadows, of our wings and body made crosses. I was one of the crosses in the sky. And then this whole scenario repeated. I would watch another group of people come in and sit down around us. I would sit and watch them discover of their new bodies, I could see how I came to be here and what had happened, I was at peace finally. I took out my little black journal and started writing about my experience, I was writing down the answers to any question I had ever wondered about and it never felt so good to write, and it never came out so pure. People were constantly coming, after each group unveiled there new body, a new group would come in. For a while I felt like I was back on earth and walking around amongst the confusion again, but this time, without it. I tried to bring people with me, some came some did not. Next thing I know I am back in the floorless coliseum and I see a young man looking for a seat. I thought to myself that I would like him to come sit next to me, and it looked as if he was making his way to me but then someone before him sat down in the open seat on my right, but then suddenly the chair opened up on my left and he sat down and put his arm around my shoulder as if he knew me, as if we were already fast friends, as if he could read my mind. I had no fear, I turned to him and smiled, he commented about my glass eye. And I questioned him and told him that I didn’t have a glass eye, he said, “oh it must have been when you passed.” For the first time I tried to remember my own passing, but there was no memory of that to draw from. Then there was someone speaking again and so we listened and the speaker was talking about eating and I turned to my new friend and said, “oh no we have to eat here?” He knew what I was thinking, and he said, “We don’t have disease here.” Meaning my thyroid disease it was then that I thought about my back, about my body and realized There is nothing wrong with me, I feel wonderful, I could only imagine to ever feel that fantastic. It was then that I was filled again with light and peace and could feel his presence and it was the most incredible thing I could have ever imagined
I had a bizarre dream last night. I had mistaken a cute girl for a cute boy and went up to make my move, but only after realized it was indeed a girl. She invited me over to her house, and I wasn't sure of her advances, but I let myself slowly slide into them like cool water and within minutes my body and mind had adjusted. I could feel her hands slowly move over the curves of my hips, though I could not see her. I woke up and tried to get back to sleep but when I did, I was met by my parents in the street on my way back to the 'girl's" house. I also was arrested for having hair rollers in my pocket after midnight. A crime in the town I lived in apparently. I also tripped a whole lot on my way back to her house, I feel over a chair at one point, I had pondered if I was drunk, even though I didn't remember drinking anything.
I dreamt of going to a fair of some sort where they had large vats of breasts floating in water... and there was dentures chomping away on the floor that were biting my toes so I climbed up a wall and made a bunch of spiders come down from the ceiling and land on the rest of the group I was with.
I had to go to the washroom so I asked someone nearby where the restrooms were located. He directed me across the room and down a hallway. The washroom was huge, blue and white checkered miniature tiles covered the floor. There was no washroom stalls and the toilets looked like giant silver salad bowls lined in a row, side to side and back to back. I had a hard time choosing which toilet to choose, this ones not clean, this one is too close to another person, if I sit at this one everyone can see me, etc. I finally decided and sat down. I was handed a granny stitch afghan to wrap around my shoulders while I did my business and I requested a song from the jukebox. When I was finishing up my old boss from the Greek restaurant was standing in front of me and asked me to pay. I was dumbfounded. "Pay toilets?" I asked. "Fifty cents for the added comforts," he replied. What could I do? I paid with a twenty.
I Dreamt I was in a small town filled with rivers, streams, green grass, rocks and rich earth. I worked at a restaurant serving lobster, prime rib, fried chicken, etc. It was my first day at my new job. My first table seemed unappreciative and bitchy but left me 160-dollar tip and some of those miniature golf pencils because they thought I could use them. I remember that for dessert they ordered: shrimp cocktail, split pea soup, caviar, and lemon rinds. I was getting their desserts when I was cornered by a familiar but unknown guy. My hormones went into overdrive and I dropped my tray of food and started to make out with him. I had to get back to work so he told me he would meet up with me later on. After work I was out by the water. The whole area looked less like a town and more like a park, a place one vacations. A getaway, a refuge. I wanted to move there. I wanted to be close to the water. Next thing I know I'm in a car with Holly-June (A friend) when all of a sudden I screamed "Look out!" It was too late. We drove into the back end of a red pick up truck. I felt myself pass out. I woke up.
This morning I woke up and could only remember the tail end of a dream. I was living on the East Coast. The back of my house was right up against the ocean. The entire back end of my house was made of glass. Floor to ceiling and from end to end. The glass window was so crystal-clear that it was hard to believe there was a wall separating the ocean and I. The view of the ocean and sky was so great that it felt like the entire universe was in my back yard. The ocean tides were rolling in only a few feet from the glass windows. It was nighttime and I was standing on the wet sand. It was cold outside; I was chilled but not uncomfortable. It was the sort of cool air that makes you feel energized, and alive. The tides would roll in, touch my toes and roll back out again. The sky was a darker shade of blue but there was a brightness to it, like how bright the sky looks when the ground is covered with snow. The sky was filled with stars. For some reason when I woke up I thought this was a dream about dying. I really don't know why I felt that but it was beautiful. Actually thinking back now I think the reason I thought it was about dying was because of the total peace that I felt
Drag Queens and Onion Ice Cream It's 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I have just awoken and crawled my way over to the computer with night dust still in my eyes to write about the dream I just had. I dreamt about getting the job at Barnes & Noble. I dreamt that when they called me they said after long consideration they decided that they were too desperate for help as not to hire me. (I am a pessimist optimist) Sitting in the backroom of Barnes and Noble. I was given a test. The test was ridiculous, if I remember correctly one of the questions was where I had to figure out all this mathematical bullshit pertaining to a hockey puck. The mass, the inertia (Is there even a math problem to figure out the inertia of said object?) It was all fractions. I was confused, I couldn't concentrate on the test very well especially when a couple of workers that were early for their shift came and sat down beside me. The guy who sat next to me was a drag queen. (Note: This is the third time in my dreaming career I have had a drag queen in my dream.) He kept grabbing my head and messing up my hair while laughing like an idiot savant and clapping his hands like a seal. Next thing I know Vince is telling me that I have poor handwriting and I look down at my paper and I notice it is not even legible also my paper is all torn and crumbled from the horseplay of the drag queen sitting next to me. I notice that the guy sitting next to me is wearing the glitter like eye shadow that I like and before I could ask him where he purchased it, I was dragged out of the back room by Vince and taken behind the coffee counter. He explained the amount of flavoring to add to the milk told me how many scoops of ice cream to add, and added that manly men like two scoops and they like our ice cream best because we have chopped onions in it.
I fell in love, and had *his baby. We got married shortly after I gave birth. We named him Andrew. I was hiding the fact of my newfound love, baby, and marriage from John. John lived next door. I found myself walking past the open garage of the house next door and I peered in and saw John. He was working on a motorcycle. His arms bare and muscular greased from the hard work of his toil. He glanced up at me looking something straight out of a Marlboro Ad. I was then in my parent's car. My mother and father were driving and John was sitting in the back seat with me. My parents were talking about Andrew, and John insisted that the child was his son, and that his name was not Andrew but that in fact his name was Jose. I woke up.
I am stumbling drunk or high from one drink, or maybe sometimes no drinks. I live in an abandoned house with many corridors and rooms all mismatched like winding closets with small beds in them and the occasional dresser. The floors are wooden and creaky and the furniture is dark wood on dark wood, what little furniture fits in the winding corridors of rooms that have no width but only length that twists and drops. There is no lights on in the house. There never is, only shadows of black-brown, black and dark black like the colors I choose for my mascara. My state of intoxication only adds to the ill feeling of stumbling around in darkness with fingers that never grip but lose footing at corners of rooms and moldings of archways in which I can never find direction or purpose. I have no idea where I intend to go anyway. I seem to be seeking. Seeking to find something or just seeking to be sober. The house is large with many stairs going this way or that way perhaps like the Escher drawing of all the stairs and little spaces for confusion of my feet. And the fear I feel in these dreams. Fear that one would feel living out a horror movie in their own head and not on the big screen. How it feels, to be scared like that, there is no comparison. It is paralyzing it is silent and cold like stillness of fruit casting shadows. It always starts out this way... the house, the intoxication, the fear. This time I wandered longer in the house This time I let myself turn the corner I never seem to find or find but turn around because the shadows seem too much like a heart attack waiting to happen. I carried on intoxicated, ill feeling and scared stumbling in the dark trying to find thick edges I can steady myself on, when my girlfriend Romain came bye and she was making small talk and was not afraid. She was sober and sane and seemed to know her way around my place, but to me I lived in a humid maze of lack of control and major confusion. I remember asking her to take me out, to take me away from the house. She couldn't or wouldn't she was only coming by to say hello. She always stops by but never stays. I was let down but it seemed more of a normality then anything else. After my friend left. I started to hear a presence in the house. I hopelessly tried to focus to gather myself into being able to run, talk, see. I was powerless as in all the dreams there was a sickness covering the house. Odd how the sickness only infected me and never the people that would step inside it. Perhaps the lights were off only in my head. Perhaps my image of this house I lived in was different from all the passerby's."
I was in bed with John It was late into the night or it was early into the morning when you crept into my bed. We left the room together and ended up in my childhood bedroom at my parents house. You were virginal. I felt strange but innocent as well. I remember your hands on my breasts. Everything was new. Your sweetness your innocence made me feel drugged. You touched me in places that I have never been touched, places of detail. Behind the top tip of my ear, the lids of my eyes, my ankles. The thing that I remember most is the peacefulness of it all. The safety. (There is more but I feel the need to keep that to myself.) The next thing I know I'm at a party and I am told that Shari has died. (Shari is someone I used to work with years ago at a hair salon.) In my dream Shari was a leading star on a well known soap opera I was addicted to. (I hate soaps, so this doesn't make any sense) Well anyway Tori Spelling attended the funeral. tori, from 90210, (donna) with her fake/real boobs. My thoughts on her boobs. If they are fake return them, if they are real, God is sitting on his bean bag chair laughing. So anyway Tori showed up at the funeral and was impersonating Shari... really I don't do drugs. I just dream the damn things. Regardless, I woke up. Thank be to God because I didn't like where this dream was heading at this point.
I was with a group of friends on vacation somewhere in the poorest parts of Mexico. We needed a place to stay and one of the people I was travelling with had relatives just down the road who ran an Inn. We arrived at a wood house beaten by rain and sun. There was a porch that surrounded the house. The porch was unstable. The wood was rotted and occasional planks were missing. The family that lived there dressed like early Mexican Indian The sort of image you would get from looking at some photos from a National Geographic magazine. We found our room and I really don't recall the specifics of the room. itself. I laid down on the bed. The bed was odd. It was a raised platform of wood built into the floor with a thin cushion for a mattress. I pulled up the cushion near my head to see what was underneath. When I looked I saw the underneath of the house like a crawl space filled with dirt and some scattered garbage and a dead boy aged maybe fifteen years facing me with white fogged eyes. I woke up.
I am drugged. I am always drugged. I am at home in my bedroom. I am living with my parents. There is a spider web on my bookshelf (bottom shelf) where I have just dusted the day before. There are seeds and black things caught in the web, I take my hand and pull my fingers across the web to take it down and walk into the bathroom to wash my hands. I begin to wash my hands when I notice the sink is clogging up and the water beginning to fill up in the sink. The seeds are clogging up the drain. There are so many I don't know where they are all coming from. They are multiplying. I am scooping them out with my cupped hands and dumping them in the toilet. I can't keep up. I don't know where they are coming from. They are multiplying out of control. I am looking into the water that has almost filled the sink and I see that the seeds are opening up. I am stirring the water and they are awakening. The seeds are breaking open and strange bugs are flying are coming out of them. I begin again to try to scoop them out and get rid of them. I look at my fingers. On my thumb I can see two openings or more with nothing but antennas sticking out of the cuts. The antennas are twitching. They are inside my thumb they are trying to tunnel themselves under my skin. I am panicking now, I run to my parents bedroom, screaming. My parents are just looking at me. I am yelling to them, asking them to get the tweezers. They do nothing. I am pinching at the twitching feelers sticking out of my thumb they are slowly disappearing as they are driving their bodies deeper and deeper into my skin. I try to grab hold of them. I grab onto the antenna pinching it between my nails of my thumb and first finger. I begin to pull and dig it out of my skin. I am bleeding because how frantic I am scratching and pinching trying to remove them desperately. I am standing at the foot of my parent's bed and they are just looking at me like I'm nuts. I remove all three insects from my thumb and walk back to my bedroom. I open the door and the lights don't go on. The power to my room has been cut or severed. I go back to my parent's room and ask my father to come and see. I tell him that I'm scared. He starts to walk down the hall saying that if I don't shut up and get in my room he will lock me away. Everything I do or say is nonsense to him. He thinks I'm on drugs. I feel drugged but haven't taken anything. I open the door to my room and the lights are on everything seems to be normal. I shut the door and hear him warn me again as he is walking back to his bedroom. I turn and look by the door the molding, there are more bugs with antennas and wings. They are cracking open and crawling over the walls, they are beginning to take flight. I turn around and face the room. They swarm me. I am screaming and trying to wipe them off my skin. I turn on the vacuum and try to unsuccessfully vacuum the air around me. It is too late. I realize this and make myself wake up.
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