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Ziggy
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Three Years
Friday, October 30, 2015
Oh good lord, someone give me better handwriting..
Dreamt Zig still alive. (He's my dog that we had to put down this past spring. Rough year..)
I'm at my Dad's and I head down the driveway with Ziggy to go get the mail. I tell my mom where I am headed and say something like "I wish that dumbass wouldn't have taken my dog." -- My mom assumes I'm talking about my ex, but for some reason I am talking about his brother. (Okay, I don't understand this part at all. No association between any of my animals to my ex or his brother. Anyways..)
Zig is good until a Winnebago comes around the curve of the road. I push him towards the driveway/house, and he runs back up. I grab the mail and apparently my mom followed, because she starts talking to the people in the Winnebago. I think maybe the person in the Winnebago is an old park manager where I used to work. She asks someone how "Karen" is. The mail I grabbed wasn't mail, mementos. I remember seeing a picture/card that says "If/when I die" and on the back is my handwriting in gold, written to my sister. There were also pictures of my mom and aunt when they were little, my great uncle Walt, etc..
Before all of this I dreamt I was back in high school. I was wearing this black dress that was too short. I was a new girl - again - lame. I am looking for a bathroom and find one in a locker room. The bathroom was humongous, had many stalls. I leave the bathroom and there is a long line forming, so I get in line to wait my turn. Because I'm a moron.
Also dreamt I was getting food at Hu Hot (the best restaurant ever), but it was set in a house.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Doormat
Other things happened, but how long it's been since I've written down in a journal.. I just can't remember as well anymore.
Moving
- To dream that you or someone is moving in or out of a place signifies your desire or need for change. It may also mean an end to a situation or relationship; you are moving on. Alternatively, it indicates your determination and issues regarding dependence/independence.
- To dream that you are helping someone move indicates that you are afraid of change. You are not quite ready to confront some new situation by yourself. Alternatively, to help someone move implies acceptance of some new change, even though you may not agree with it.
Skunk
- To see a skunk in your dream suggests that you are driving people away or turning them off. Alternatively, the dream indicates that your suppressed anger is on the verge of exploding. You are not expressing your true feelings even though you do not agree with a decision.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Waves.
Dreamt I was at a house and a woman (I think she was a mix of my friend Dana's grandma and Devin's aunt) had three jigsaw puzzles going on at three different tables. She couldn't find all the pieces to one of them. She also had a wet load of laundry just sitting on a chair, so I asked my friend for a basket so I could finish it for her. Then I dreamt that Dev's family, my sister Sarah, my dog Moses and I were in a pool at Jellystone. Everybody was jumping at once, making really tall waves, while I recorded on video. Sarah had my dog Moses and someone else, maybe Scarlet? She needed me to carry something and handed me Moses so it was easier. Woke up shortly before my alarm.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Searching For Bear And Avalanche.
Dreamt my dog Bear was still alive and that we were watching my dad's friend's dog Avalanche. We were in a house in town, although it looked like dad's house (house I grew up in). Must have been living with mom, Sarah and Erin. I saw that a door was open and my dog Bear ran out, then when I went to go after/shut the door, Avalanche escaped, too. Apparently I was pregnant. I ran after them both and eventually Erin and I were driving around town searching for them. We went into a gas station at some point and asked the cashier, no luck. We went back on the road to look for them in the residential areas. I was driving but not paying attention to the road, suddenly a cop car passes us and turns around with its lights on. Suddenly I forget how to drive, but I'm super calm. Maybe this was the future.. The cop somehow was able to get his voice to go through Erin's phone and he said something and all I answered back was that I was still out looking for my dog and hadn't found him. I pulled into a parking lot ahead of us (again, having a hard time remembering how to drive). It seems like the cop stopped me because he knew I was pregnant and was worried about me stressing out.
-- this morning (in real life) I took my temperature and it shot up (I already ovulated). This is called a triphasic pattern when your temperature shoots up twice in one cycle. I think my stupid idiotic mind is subconsciously hopeful I'm pregnant. I was pregnant last November through the end of January when we lost the baby. Around the time the baby died my dog Bear died, and I cried buckets, and was so worried I'd miscarry and did anyways.. I think my body is just on high alert this time in case maybe I am pregnant. Which I highly doubt I am, but I think subconsciously I feel I might be, maybe. Too many months of not being pregnant, I don't want to get my hopes up over a triphasic pattern on my bbt chart. (It isn't an indicator of pregnancy anyways, it can happen without being pregnant, too.) Blah.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Help me.
Dreamt Sarah and Dana and I were in Dad's living room, our old house, at night, sleeping on couches or something. Both of them asked me if I loved my dog and I said yes and snuggled down next to him. Sarah fell asleep. As soon as she did, Ziggy stood up fast and started howling/barking/growling like someone was in room with us. I asked if Dana was still awake and she said yes. We both gripped hands and suddenly heard a sound from behind us. I had blankets trapped over me and couldn't move well. Sleep paralysis in dream. Then I heard a strange, high pitch, doll's voice loudly screaming "help me". Dana motioned for me to turn on light and each time the doll screamed, I tried to hoist myself awake, over towards the light switch. I tried to swing myself in my body very slowly until I was able to turn light on and was still trapped. The doll voice got louder until I was able to shake myself completely awake. Terrified.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Lots Of Tongue
Finally I went back to sleep, and I dreamt that I was visiting my dad and he told me he read my dream blog, about some dream where I was kissing a Quin Twin with "lots of tongue". I was blushing in my dream, embarrassed that he read my blog, but in my waking life I have seriously never dreamt about kissing either twin with 'lots of tongue', or any tongue for that matter - god dammit. :( That was a weird dream, too. The next part I wrote down I don't remember the details, just that my dad's workplace was making a documentary. Then I'm walking to my childhood home. I get to the back porch, and enter the utility room. There are dog beds in the closet area of the utility room, and my dog Bear and Ziggy are there, along with two dogs, Wyatt and Tuffy, whom have passed away in my waking life. I remember my dog Bear kept wanting to bite Tuffy. Tuffy was a fat dachshund, so he was a small little guy compared to Bear's St. Bernard/Lab mix. I was really scared Bear would tear Tuffy to shreds, so I kept forcing myself between them to protect Tuffy. At some point, Bear quit bothering him, so I walked to the living room and looked out the door. It was raining really hard and then these fish the size of big northerns started falling to the ground along with the rain. I got scared and backed away from the door. Then I went back to the utility room and instead of the dogs there, my boyfriend's sister Cherish and her boyfriend Monte were there sitting on a couch (in the utility room, I don't know why). I decided to call Devin, my boyfriend, to see where he was and I heard a little kid's voice in the background. I joked about hearing a kid and tease him about cheating on me and having a family started with some other woman. He got quiet and really defensive then. I bawled, realizing it was true. Cherish gets mad at Devin for what he did, but I leave the house and hang up on him. I decided to walk into the woods, towards the road. I call my aunt Erin and tell her what happened. Then I hang up again and walk some more in the woods. I meet up with Sara Quin and strangely we seem to be in a relationship or something. It doesn't last for long, though. First, Devin's cousin Trevor starts chasing us in the woods. Then, I project out of my body and some woman is taking the place as Sara's girlfriend/the one getting chased. I'm just a third wheel trying to help them get to safety. Eventually we get to the road. It's autumn, cold, rainy. Leaves are falling from the painted-orange trees. A car pulls up and I look over at the other two and think "We're safe." They have the same look to them. Then a guy gets out and he looks like Taylor Handley (again, I had to look this guy up. I've only seen him in one thing, and it was Dawson's Creek a few years ago. It's strange how the brain stores hidden, insignificant information and visuals.) When I saw him exit the car and tell us to get in, I thought, "Great. Just like in the movies, he's supposed to be my knight in shining armor." I don't know why I thought that, but he smiled arrogantly, so it just got worse from there. The guy chasing us was closing in, and although I was thinking over whether I wanted to deal with this guy or the one chasing me, I eventually got in the car with Sara and her new girlfriend.
At some point in this dream, I actually remembered dreaming about the denim clothes that I wrote in this blog. I think writing these dreams down for so long is starting to make the memory of my waking life better.