3 Dreams

All dreamt last night:

Dream #1) A naked dream. I was meeting people in my underwear, they were at the house, we were in mixed company and my roommate was making fun of my choice of attire.

Dream #2) I'm at my house, Kelli and Meg are there and we're cleaning. My stuff catches on fire but they take off when I ask if they'll help me out.

Dream #3) My roommate came back from a run. She told me her time which was phenomenal and then calls me a chicken for not working out.

Croc Models!

I dreamt last night that my roommate Meg and her boyfriend Mark were models for Crocs Magazine. I was really excited for them, and then I asked them why..they said, we're models for Crocs because we wear them all the time (in a duh voice). Sure enough, they were both wearing crocs. One bright orange and the other a black pair.

I dreamt that my uncle was building a lighthouse. In a middle of a field in Utah...the closest water? A ditch. But he was determined to build his lighthouse.

When your fear of commitment hits your dreams..

Last night, I dreamt I met the brother of a friend (neither I ever met). We met, dated for an unspecified short amount of time and he asked me to marry him. I said yes and then a little later I freaked out and got very scared. I can't remember if I told him just kidding, but I was going to because I was well, freaked out by it all. Anyway, a lot of people I know from here were in the dream, and a few others who've just moved. All in all, a bizarre dream.

SLC

Last night I dreamt I was staying at a friend's (Dainons) house. His house was my grandparent's old house (it was sold about 10 years ago) and he let me stay there because of the memories. The thing is, I was only there when he wasn't there because I was shy about meeting him. Later on in the dream I remember waiting at a huge parking garage in south salt lake waiting for my mom and grandma (the one that's been dead for 4 years). Strange dream.

Espionage: Sheep

While I was at the Outer Banks this weekend, I dreamt that I was on vacation with 3 friends. We were snagged by an espionage group and they took us to the helicopter and gave us our assignment. We were given a bunch of packages, and then one super secret package that looked to be a cutout of a sheep, but twice as big as a sheep (5 or 6 foot sheep) wrapped up in kraft brown paper. We got our instructions, were told not to go where the bad guys were (one looked a lot like Daniel Craig) and then headed that way. ....and then I woke up.



The funny thing is, I had a similar dream in Peru.

So help me I have had two dreams about Mitt Romney in the past week. WHY? If I had to choose my presidential candidate from the field right now, it wouldn't be him. Not that I have strong feelings against him, well ok, maybe I do. He's too slick. And I'm sorry, organizing the Olympics doesn't qualify you to be President of the United States, ask Peter Ueberroth. And I don't think Universal Healthcare for everyone in Massachussetts is something to brag about it when the rest of America has to foot the bill. Mitt sure has a way of making his morality politically expedient. Still, I would rather vote for him than Hillary Clinton, I will cede that. Just please, no more dreams.

En Mexico con Perro

When I was 7, my dad asked me to pick out a puppy from the neighbor's springer spaniel's new brood of pups. I picked out the cuddliest one and we named it Spot (because my dad had a Spot 15 years before). Spot was my buddy and died when I was 21. Ever so often I dream about Spot--or Spotticus (yes, its a take from Spartacus--my dad thought it up) as he's known officially on the akc register of pure bred dogs. Saturday night, I dreamt that Spot was with Kell and I in Mexico. We had to get to another town and I had the dog with me. I figured we'd hop the train with Spot and then we all could go together. Well, Kell would have nothing of it and she left me. I ended up taking the bus with Spot next to me (he was a big dog, but not so big in this dream) and we were driving through the country side. First we saw Mexican vampire bats in the trees (they were big), and then we saw a zoo full of monkey and baboons. Then I woke up.

Hannibal and Buffalo Bill--together at last, in my dreams

Last night I dreamt that a cousin of mine (I'd never seen this guy before) was a cross between Hannibal Lecter and Buffalo Bill. I never saw any gross killings, but this guy had a fetish for clothes (not skin). In my dream he was cutting up an outfit just to get to the yellow headband. The next scene, I was playing put-put with a guy in my grandma's backyard and my cousin was by himself--I remember fearing for the guy's life--or his bright green pants.

Where this dream came from:
I recently read "bee season" and I think a lot of the ideas came from that. I did see someone putting yesterday--that may have offset that part of the dream

EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

I had a dream last night that there were these creatures that were half rat half bluebird, that lived in holes in the ground, and they were EVERYWHERE! DISGUSTING!

Le mie nozze ossia la folle giornata

Ok, I wasn't gonna blog this, because I didn't think anyone would believe me that I dreamt Damian Lewis and I were getting married in Italy BEFORE the media shoved the whole TomKat replicant compliance faux after-ceremony at Odescalchi down our throats. Ugghh! Those overexposed disciples of Xenu are the absolute bane of my existence and I never want to hear another utterance about them EVER EVER!

My dream was me giddily shopping in Italy for all the appurtenances befiting the occasion, including the wedding gown that looked like this, but more trashtastic, if possible (listen, the dream's gotta go bad somehow, or it wouldn't be my dream!) But honestly, even the horrid dress coudln't bring me down, I was so STOKED. The big event was all set to take place in a Tuscan field of wheat and poppies à la Room With A View...and then I woke up!

"Ginger Bond" (his words, not mine) can be heard every Friday for the next 2 months reading a selection from one of Ian Fleming's Bond Books on BBC Radio 2.

And this Morning

Between the time I turned off my alarm clock and actually woke up, I dreamt about a John Denver Variety hour/tribute. I remember our girl Liza with a Z, singing (I forget what) and Julie Andrews in the mountains singing rocky mountain high. I woke up a little late, but I wasn't disappointed in the least. What a happy dream.

From Two weeks ago...

Three nights ago I dreamt that I was on a road trip with Kelli and a friend in the ward. We arrived to our destination, a little town in the Mid-west (Ohio, I think) and we split up. Kelli decided to do a tour of a factory and the friend and I went up to see the Catholic church. When we got up to the top (which was on a steep hill with steps, like a pyramid) we went our separate ways. It got dark because of daylight savings time, and I could see the night sky. It was so close, it felt like you could reach up and touch it. It was time to meet kelli at the car and then it was light again and I could carry my luggage (which I didn’t have on the way up) down the steep steps. We all three met at the car and I woke up.

Two nights ago I dreamt that my roommates and I were hanging out at Chino’s house with his 10 siblings. Chino was there, he wasn’t a punk and we were talking.

Last night, I dreamt that I was going to Italy with my extended and immediate family. We were ready to go on the trip, sitting in my friend’s parents living room. I’m not sure why as they live in AZ, and we weren’t in AZ. Anyway, we got to Italy and ended up eating in the first restaurant we found but it was expensive (and oddly the money was Mexican pesos, not euros). I knew that the food wasn’t that great because I’d been there before (in the dream I swore I’d been there before, I woke up and realize I hadn’t). Oh, and then I woke up.

STAUNCH

So this wasn't last night's dream. I guess it happened from Sunday to Monday. So actually it's only a fragment. I was in this old house and everything was covered in this kind of toothpaste green paint. I was walking through the house with someone, exploring the different rooms, but thinking, "Where are we?" when it hit me. We were in GREY GARDENS. Now that I think about it my companion was pry RubyG. I started freaking out in a good way. SO EXCITED to explore decaying dining rooms and raccoon-bitten holes in the wall! AND THEN I WOKE UP....WAAAAAAAA!!!

Bleh. I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt a few days ago that a relative of mine told me that he had sex while he was on the mission. Last night, I dreamt I was mission comps with this relative of mine. We lived in our neighbor's house in vernal and his girlfriend lived in the house too. This relative of mine confessed that he had sex a few days ago. I told him to tell the mission president, he agreed and then we hugged.

Moral of the Story: Don't read "Miracle of Forgiveness" right before you sleep. It'll give you seriously demented dreams.

Last night I dreamt that I had twin babies..about 2 months old. I went to a concert with a couple of friends, but no dad in sight, on the bus. We went to this huge spacious concert hall--don't remember the musician, and I had to take out the baby to breast feed. There were no maternal urges. It hurt!


end of dream.



but the babies were cute.

Five Sentences in Length.

I dreamt I was in a classroom and Sean Hannity was lecturing. He stopped the class to admire my white Turkish terrycloth bathrobe and ask me who made it. I said it was LL Bean. He told me that my face shone from the middle of the class. And then I woke up.

Dreammaking: How Nightmares are Made

AE and Lindsay "My uncle cheats 9/11 survivors out of money" Lohan are slated to star in a movie together. My private message to AE: Look what Hep C did to Pamela Anderson.

Dreammaking: The Process

Ok so before I detail my dream from last night, let me tell you what I DID last night...so you can see how my subconcious works. I met with my sister and sole surviving grandparent and went to go see Thank You for Smoking at The Bridge. While I was watching the film, amongst the myriad thoughts I had which I will not burden you with, two would later become integral to my dream later that evening. The first thought was of course, my old mantra..."Aaron Eckhart is so handsome, why did he have to leave us Mormon chicks so desolate?" The second was a pretty typical judgement on my part: "Boy, who cast that actress as his ex-wife, she is certainly no looker!"

So after the movie was over, and the Phish Food consumption was over, and I dropped my Gram at home, and then my sister...and made my way down PCH for the second time that day...I ended my day with a late-night episode of Sex and the City. It was one I had seen before, where the chick that dated Aidan after Carrie gives Carrie a really judgemental look...and they keep on bumping into eachother. Frankly, I think Carrie deserves it. She was really selfish and plain crazy the second time she ended it with Aidan. The only thing that kept me coming back to the show at that point was the hope that the clothes would get better, and we all know that didn't happen until the final season. I will never get why she chose Big over Aidan when Aidan was so HOT the second time they got together. Well this particular episode took place right after Miranda had her baby...so she hadn't showered, was dressed in sweats with the greasy hair, whathave you.

So now we get to the dream: You all saw this coming, but of course AE was my boyfriend. Except I looked exactly like Cynthia Nixon in that ep, except with brown hair like I have. I never got how guys wanted to date her on the show...but I wasn't her, I just looked like her...so I still didn't get why he was interested, and I was kind of leery, because I was thinking that he wouldn't have the standards that I had. Well then I catch him wearing this tee shirt with some really sick stuff on it...and he's constantly looking in this pda. So as I'm about to confront him about the shirt, he says he wants to do a retinal scan of me and save the data in his pda. Basically he wants to upload porn into my brain via the PDA. I swear I am not this neurotic in real life, but I totally started running away from him and shreiking, "NO RETINAL SCANS!" "Keep away, PORN BOY!"...and then I woke up.

Stefanimonster

Ok...look, I really do want to make this blog work.

The only thing I remember about my dream last night is that I was supposed to be Gwen Stefani's tour manager for one night in Connecticut, which basically meant I got to hold and cuddle her unnamed, sexless baby. Gwen was kind of stand offish and mean. Then we went to a mall and I kind of don't really remember anyting.

That was a really lame dream I know. I just am sorry that I am so cyclical with this blog. I will try to be bettah.