tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370511646393051682024-02-08T12:29:40.363-08:00Saint Catherine's NieceSaint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-57900742029330924452012-02-29T06:07:00.004-08:002012-02-29T06:13:20.211-08:00The Two Young Guys and the Two Bad MenI dreamed two young guys were in the basement of someones house just fumbling through some belongings in the semi dark. Suddenly they heard the man who lived there had arrived home and it startled them because they weren't supposed to be there. They got scared and ran through the basement until they found a door to leave through but you could hear the guy upstairs running just as quickly toward the exit. The door they were about to leave through was opened just a crack and you could see the light beaming in from outside. Hope. As they reached for it the dream suddenly blackens and restarts again in a very gloomy scene. Outside the home there was a little square white car parked. In it was the bad man and his bad friend and the two young guys. One of the bad guys sitting in the back seat held a gun up to the back one of the kids heads who was sitting in the front seat, and kept threatening him "I'll blow your head off!" --there was a lot of frightening yelling and screaming and pleading going on, and just when you've convinced yourself that the bad guys are just trying to scare the young guys, after that small bit of silence amongst the screaming, the bad guy shoots the gun and blows half the kids head off, the top half to be precise. Chunks of skull and brain and blood were hurled forward into the front window and then some. The other kid, a curly blonde haired kid, was released. He got out of the car, very shaken and grateful to be alive, and walked away all covered with blood . I was very disturbed.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-85389233488140457352012-02-24T13:32:00.002-08:002012-02-24T13:38:38.002-08:00The WoodsI wrote this dream on Feb 3 2012:<br /><br />My husband dreamed we were in the woods and I got into an accident. I dreamed I got into an accident, loosened up my front tooth, and was in the woods. We both visited a house, mine had a man in it, his had a woman and a man. I think we were in the same dream. Again.<br /><br /><br />As it turns out he said the van I was driving was maroon. I just let it crash. Then he went to a house and a lady opened the door, then the man. I think they were his ex wife and her boyfriend. He yelled at them. I forget what happened but in the end my husband wondered why I'm always bringin them up, hence crashing the maroon van.<br /><br />The maroon van is us. When we first met, I dreamed he lived in a lonely house, it was all in black and white. He was sitting on a single bed, very depressed. In his backyard was a party. There were 3 Mexican mariachis sitting on a rock. When I was in the garage later in the dream, with my husband and my son, we looked at an old broken down irreparable car. That was his relationship with his ex wife, then his wife. then we walked over to a new maroon car, it was shiney and nice. Then his wife came through the door an aimed a gun at us. My husband opened the door on the other side of the garage, and I left, my son Bobby left, and then my husband left. He never turned back. <br />That was in 2002. The maroon car is now in my husbands dream a maroon van. It's grown. It's still shiney. But I was letting it crash. That means I had to fix my attitude, stop bringing up his ex. He wants nothing to do with them.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-90900417208761061512012-02-24T13:31:00.000-08:002012-02-24T13:32:24.603-08:00North CarolinaI wrote this dream on Feb 8 2012:<br /><br />Dreamed of my husbands mother Edna who lives in Florida, she was going to take a 2 hour ride to North Carolina. My husband dreamed that his boss sent all of the landscape crew down to North Carolina to learn about plants. No, our TV was not on. Really weird. What's up North Carolina?Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-5186057595749440752012-02-24T13:28:00.002-08:002012-02-24T13:31:33.082-08:00KFC Wedding ChapelI wrote this dream on Feb 20. My husband had it:<br /><br />I dreamed I was going to be casted in a movie. Paul dreamed we got married at a Kentucky Fried Chicken Wedding Chapel. Yeah!<br /><br />In Paul's dream we both had paper wedding outfits on, they were tucked into our shirts like a bib. I asked my husband what he thought about KFC, he said he loved it.<br /><br />Later that day, in reality, we went to the movies. On the way home we went by a KFC. I asked him if wanted to go there since he dreamed about us getting married there. I finally convinced him. We drove up to the speaker and ordered a 6 piece. The girl convinced us to get an 8-piece for 16.00. I said sure. When we got it the reciept totalled 17.11. We were married on 7.11. <br />The KFC Wedding Chapel!!Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-29896654542416535862012-02-24T13:24:00.002-08:002012-02-24T13:28:02.100-08:00FloridaI dreamed last night about being at my husband's ex's house in Florida. They had two giant ditches in their front yard, like giant tire tracks down the whole front drive that went about 6 feet deep. While they dug up the trenches they pulled out a giant boulder and left it on the yard. My husband was angry, he was angry just being there. His ex wife Sandra was mad that I was there and then she finally accepted me. I was in her bathroom taking a bath and she knocked on the door and passed me in a hairbrush. It was a gift. Apparently she was into sales, especially novelty items. The brush was one of them. I also dreamed his adopted daughter Cheyenne had an illness like toxemia or something.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-79271586631965812272012-02-24T12:27:00.002-08:002012-02-24T13:24:38.248-08:00My Friend From Florida and the Bus SituationDreamed one of my friends from Florida either Nancy or Karen, were in Waltham and we were going to take a bus ride somewhere. She got on the first bus and I somehow missed it. Another bus came half hour later and I missed that too. I looked out the window from the beauty salon I was in after I heard one of those 'bus taking off' sounds, the sound you hear when you miss the schoolbus, and saw two giant green/black army buses pulling away, one after the other. I thought they must be army buses but then the back of them had emblems from sports teams.<br />I finally got on the bus with my husband and we dialed my friend but the cell phone said I had to pay money to make the call unless I was within one mile from whereever she was. I wasn't sure if she'd wait for me. We had a lot of catching up to do.<br /><br />To backtrack, while I was in the beauty salon i saw a pony tail on the floor with the elastic band still wrapped around it, someone had lopped it off. Earlier in my escapades in the salon I of course, visited the public bathroom. I'm always queasy about the 'public bathroom' dreams. You never know what crap you're going to find.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-43326574784856065342011-12-13T12:31:00.000-08:002011-12-13T12:35:12.060-08:00Flash back to ThanksgivingI haven't written any of my dreams so I am trying to remember them all now. During the Thanksgiving break I dreamed of a coworkers Mother. She and I were in a basement. All the walls and floors were a crumbling dark concrete mess. We were stepping through this mess and I could see the light shine through a doorway into the rest of the home which was nice. I stepped over some concrete and found myself looking at a shiney surfboard shaped piece of mahogany or walnut wood flooring. It had an inlay of a floral print. I said "hey look at this, this is a beautiful piece of flooring!" <br />I went to work on Monday and told Amanda about the dream her mother was in. She said her mother had mentioned she was tired of looking at the old floors and wanted to have new floors put in.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-35524121590014741672011-12-13T12:25:00.000-08:002011-12-13T12:30:17.621-08:00The Very Large Scary SpaceshipLast week I think it was, I dreamed I was in some industrial building, it had no doorway it was just wide open; big concrete walls, huge ceilings. I could see the outside, I called it a garage. I was running toward the exit, running alongside the wall trying to ditch this thing I called a spaceship--it was hovering over me; chasing me. It was more like a transformer spaceship, it had all kinds of legs and appendages. It was very very huge, and very very close.<br /><br />It was trying to read my mind.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-20425605126420614452011-12-13T11:52:00.000-08:002011-12-13T12:25:38.759-08:00Vintage Christmas Colored Household Items and The Dead HorsesI dreamed last night about some vintage items for sale. They were green and red plastic. One was an iron--like an ironing board iron. The other item was perhaps an electric can opener or some sort of kitchen appliance. Iron; Iron things out for the holidays perhaps? Open up a new can of __________? easily opening up a can of something? I dunno what it all means. Well maybe I do. There is a person who wants to know if I'm still in their life and has been hinting and hinting. I guess I let them know today I was still in their life, I think of them pretty much daily, and perhaps I have ironed things out with my answer.<br /><br />Hmmm, the next dream. It was akin to the 'dead pigs buried under the yard years ago' dream I had once. I dreamed I was outdoors and found I was standing closely to the buried head of a very shiney horses head. Appeared he was dead and perhaps was covered by mud which hardened over. I was having a conversation with someone about the horses head when I realized the entire horse was under that hardened ground. Then I stepped back a few steps and found another horse, this one not buried. He was freshly dead. Flash ahead, I was having a conversation with a man who I think plays a sleek foreign young handsome in the movies, also a sharp businessman, and I heard he was going to make money selling the horses to someone who turns them into dog food. I interjected and told him he'd need to deal with me, I found the horses.<br />I awoke and asked my husband if in fact people did kill horses for dog food and well I almost knew the answer before I even asked it.<br /><br />I imagine in my overly busy and stressed life I have been trying not to beat a dead horse. I think that's what that was all about. I don't understand the dog food part. It can't mean anything good though.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-88273176926523620182011-11-11T07:04:00.000-08:002011-11-11T07:08:50.546-08:00The Curly-haired baby, the RAV 4, and Roxyaaaand I had a third dream which I could remember this morning. I was sitting somewhere with my husband. It was a livingroom and I remembered we were taking inventory and the baby I just won, perhaps that was my award from the last dream, was missing. I went to the RAV 4 which was my sisters truck and got in as did my husband, to go back to the last place we were, shopping I think, and retrieve our baby. I saw my sisters dog Roxy, a cocker spaniel, get into the back seat. We suddenly were at the place we were before and there was a baby seat with a blonde curly-haired baby in it. It was a cute little girl with a golden glow and rosy cheeks. She was energenic, and for a little girl who sat there alone it was surprising she was not crying so I surmised that she was also good-natured. I picked her up and off we went, home with our new baby!Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-80776127074846025332011-11-11T06:59:00.000-08:002011-11-11T07:04:01.060-08:00The AwardAnother dream I had last night was a workplace dream. I had won an award and was invited to take my hour lunch off campus so I could accept my award. I made the mistake of telling my boss. Word got back to his boss and it got back to me that I could not leave for lunch to go get my award. I went into my bosses boss's office crying. She was packing and unpacking. I was confused because I knew she was moving in real life but it seemed there were work people there and it was an office and were they packing or unpacking. My bosses boss had a knit winter cap on, it must have been cold out. I told her I could take my lunch wherever I wished and she finally agreed. <br />When I went to work we had a meeting in the morning where she mentioned many would be moving from one office to another. That explains the workplace moving and the packing and unpacking.<br />I still do not know what the award was for.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-66770804197166952372011-11-11T06:44:00.001-08:002011-11-11T06:59:37.293-08:00My husbands dreamThe other day, in real life, I went to the tire store at the bottom of my hill. I dropped off my car after I ordered new tires and walked home. While I was ordering my tires I thought I recognized a man at the register. He may have been the manager but either way I thought it was my ex brother in laws old business partner Jay Dolan. So I was giving him a bit more of a glimpse when suddenly he looked back at me. I didn't want to turn away abruptly and at the same time I was still trying to figure out if it was Jay Dolan, whose name, btw, I could not recall at that time. Actually I just remembered it yesterday when I saw the name Dolan on my database at work. So anyway, we ended up in a bit of a staring match and I was completely caught off guard. I am afraid to say I think he may have thought I was checking him out. I was in fact examining his face but I wasn't checking him out. Our eyes were locked and I finally broke the connection. I cracked a joke and he responded and that was that. We went back to business and I walked home. Then I felt guilty for looking at another man so long and tried to converse with my husband about it. I asked him if he ever found himself looking at a woman eye to eye and he said no. Then he was slightly suspicious as to why I asked but he's not the jealous type. He is not one to make up a scenario needlessly. <br />So the following Monday at dinnertime my husband was home from work and the house phone rang. It was a blocked call. He answered it and they asked for me. He said I wasn't home yet and asked them who it was that was calling--and they hung up! He called me immediately and I told him I had given my phone number out to many people this week, for window replacements to a request for price quote for my new brakes and tires too! So that was that, until they called again and hung up on him.<br />The next evening the phone rang and the same scenario came about. I was home this time and told my husband it was probably spam and I don't answer calls that are blocked or spam. And that was that.<br />So this morning, now remember my husband doesn't know what happened in the tire store; he woke up and said "I dreamed you were flirting with a man right in front of me!" Then he said he told the man "my wife is beautiful isn't she?" But then he expressed he was a little upset that even after that I kept flirting with the man.<br />I asked him how exactly was I flirting. He told me that I was flirting with him with my eyes. I almost told him the story but I thought it would be needless. I don't want him to worry for my little encounter. Maybe I will tell him tonight. More than likely I will.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-25896830084882876472011-11-07T07:57:00.000-08:002011-11-07T08:01:44.449-08:00Jack and JimMy old landlords, and friends, appeared in my early morning dream. I owned a house and it was yellow, the siding all one long streamlined piece of painted cedar shingle mounted over the next. It was perfect. Jack and Jimmy were going to make a new entrance into the house and had to poke around in the wall to find a place to make the entrance where there wouldn't be support beams. Turns out when they finished it the shingles were patched back onto the house but you could clearly see where they made the cuts. <br />And that was all. <br /><br />My husband dreamed he was a little boy asking for a raspberry soda at the ice cream counter. Then someone told him the train was leaving and he better get on it. I don't think he ever did.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-5643910813285024472011-10-14T07:38:00.000-07:002011-10-14T08:50:19.260-07:00Zombies from Outer Space--A clique storyI was standing in the dusk which was just turning into dark in what seemed to be old abandoned parking lot with 2 dim old lights barely illuminating the back side of the lot where I was standing with an old man, when suddenly I heard a thunderous hellish noise in the distance. It was the sound of what could be described as spaceships hovering close to the ground and I was happy it was in the distance but it wasn't a happy sound but suddenly it was closeby. As the noise became deadening loud, I saw a plume of smoke appear on the ground across the park and as it settled I saw whatever that noise brought upon us wasn't spaceships. They were cars with the sound of industrial ships. Just as suddenly they appeared I became alarmed and as I went to turn and run, men simultaneously came out of these old cars and as creepy as creepy could be they were suddenlystanding there and I knew they wanted something. I didn't realize anyone else was with me except the old man until someone behind me yelled out "ZOMBIES!!!!" They all started running and I wasn't sure if I was going to be left behind.<br />I turned behind me to run and saw the people had already run climbed under a chain link fence. Near the gate part there was a small area of dirt dug out underneath and I wondered if I'd fit through it or perhaps I'd get caught in the chain links and I only had seconds, but I made it through and ran through the village looking for a place to hide. The Zombies were filtrated everywhere so I just kept running and running and running. Then I woke up! I was in pain and very cold and uncomfortable and most definitely disturbed so I got out of bed. I went down the hall to the bathroom and then walked through the house to get a grip and snap out of it. I went back to bed, laid down next to my husband and I wanted to curl up with him so badly but at the same time I didn't want disturb him. He doesn't sleep well either. He wakes up in pain and has to adjust his position like I do in order to go back to sleep. I fixed the blankets and bundled myself up and I don't know how but I somehow eventually managed to get back to sleep.<br />I ended up back in the same dream, this time in the safety of a motor home. <br />I do not know exactly who was with me but it was a man, and a child. Perhaps it was my husband and my youngest son who live with me now? I just knew they were there. At some point we ended up getting out of the motor home and into a abandoned house. Perhaps it was a store, it seemed to be on Main Street. I felt we were safe for a while. Then a knock at the door. I watched as my son opened it, it was young man who seemed his age, then suddenly I realized he didn't know this person. I tried to stop him but it was too late, it was a zombie attack and it destroyed my son. I returned to the motor home in safety and travelled to another village where people had gathered. It was a place of protection from the Zombies. <br />I hate to tell you this but I forget the rest. If you've watched any clique TV show about the invaders you could say it turns out we 'thought' we beat them after a war, but some will survive. I just hope there is not a part II because this dream seemed real and I don't like running all night.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-19671495325395787312011-10-14T07:29:00.001-07:002011-10-14T07:36:26.289-07:00Demons ThrowingLast week I dreamed I was sitting on the floor, the kitchen floor. The cabinet door was open and I found myself looking at the bottom part of the sink, you know the basin. It had a huge hole in it, with the innards exposed and the innards were light green mesh. Suddenly with my knees bent and my ass on the floor and my top half sitting in an upright position I was flung back into the room and up against the kitchen wall. Food for thought? Perhaps. I sensed it was the devil, as if I was being flung about like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Before I knew it I was being pushed across the floor into the next room. As I was being forcefully pushed by an invisible but apparent demon I got a view of my husband, who was sitting at a desk, with his reading glasses on and his bankers light, reading intensely, perhaps the Bible? He seemed untouched. I tried to scream and I was shoved violently from wall to wall in front of him, nothing came out. I tried and tried, still nothing. Suddenly I awoke in time to let out a little 'ah' with the force of a peep. It would have sounded louded if it came out the way I wanted it to. So the real world meets the dream world. If only the devil would stay out of it I'd be fine.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-75210265245574011792011-08-24T07:59:00.000-07:002011-08-24T08:01:55.436-07:00Steven TylerI was in a cable car, my husband was in the one ahead of me. I was sitting next to Steven Tyler with my head propped up on his chest. We talked for a while and when I asked him where he was born he said 'Abe-ington.' He was trying to say Abbington but he said "Abe-ington". That was at the end of the dream. Then I looked out the front window and noticed my husbands cable car had unattached itself from ours. I was hoping wherever I was ending up that my husband would have already arrived there and would be waiting for me.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-49971617604378828692011-08-07T06:10:00.000-07:002011-08-07T06:24:24.835-07:00The Long, Complicated Work DreamI guess it's not so complicated rather it was detailed. I am on vacation so I'm not sure if that is why I dreamed I walked into Trim for lunch or a restauraunt but I walked down the isle searching for an empty table and found my co-workers found a table and didn't call me over so I felt left out and walked out the back door and down toward my office. Then Pam was there, I think the dream twisted it so that she already ate and went back to the office and she said "sorry Denise, we didn't<br /> Mean to...." and I just walked away, then I started collecting my belongings. One of the items was a little 2 inch or 3" doll. The doll had a white baby doll dress on, florally print. I crumpled it up and threw it away!<br />Then came part two of the dream. The business was going to creamate it's deceased, They made furniture out of their remains. I was in a plant where the kids swam in one pool right next to another pool of hot boiling water which was covered but I kept warning folks not to trust it or test it by standing on the tarp cover cause they could fall in.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-37342222240670321482011-08-02T07:23:00.000-07:002011-08-02T07:25:35.001-07:00Mike Doughty, the neck, the carSo I dreamed of Mike Doughty over the weekend. I dreamed I kissed his neck. The neck is where the vocal chords are, it has nothing to do with sex. He got up and left. Then I saw him driving down the street in a maroon car. That could signify he felt marooned. He was switching lanes, driving erratically.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-91749777624293698252011-08-02T07:16:00.000-07:002011-08-02T07:20:56.453-07:00The brand new bathroom stallsSo every once in a while I have a bathroom dream. This time I was upstairs in a building, I thik the same schoolhouse building and Dave Matthews was there, (see previous dream). The stalls upstairs were brand spanking new. There was one bathroom on the left wall and 5 stalls in a row on the far wall. All new white surrounds, venting systems, heaters in two of the stalls. I went to the bathroom. <br />I went back to the bathrooms later and found all but one of the 5 were dirty. Filled with unflushed dumps, so I got to see everyone's CRAP, and let me tell you they were VIVID!!! Then I asked someone if they wanted to be a bathroom monitor, ya know, make sure that when people come out that they've flushed first. No one wanted the job, it was too sickening (hey I could have said shitty). I almost felt sick from a dream, this would be a first.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-9519856162632943452011-08-02T07:14:00.000-07:002011-08-02T07:16:50.550-07:00Dave MatthewsI had yet another Dave Matthews dream. I don't know why he just makes these cameo appearances every few months but he does. We were sitting next to each other in a classroom. He had his head down concentrating on his work and you could tell he was serious about being there, didn't want to be bothered by anyone. Wanted to be treated like a regular guy so I didn't bug him. Then when he showed some signs of life I sparked up a conversation with him and we spoke.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-89595896462249833472011-07-28T10:34:00.000-07:002011-07-28T10:37:59.282-07:00The Get-together and the Boat ExitI vaguely remember being at a house party with my husband. Maybe I'll remember more later. When we left the party we were going to take a ship or large boat home instead of a car, I could see them from the window of the apartment which was on the second floor. It ended up with my husband driving us down the highway in a small boat. I didn't know how he steered it, I just remember that he managed somehow to keep us in our lane. In our boat. On the highway.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-62165974798780569672011-07-28T10:33:00.000-07:002011-07-28T10:34:31.384-07:00Tears in my BeerOr maybe the tears were on the floor, either way I was at a tavern with my old boss Shawn, telling him how aweful things have been at work since he left. I hung my head down and cried and the tears hit the floor. Shawn said he felt bad and then walked away.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-31244644958361942222011-07-25T12:35:00.000-07:002011-07-25T12:47:07.269-07:00This Past Weekend, Scariest of ScarySaturday night or actually Sunday morning I awoke at 4:20 am or thereabouts. I was having anxiety attacks from not having to have taken my medication so I took it.<br />I went back to sleep only to feel like I was in the worst nightmare ever, except I did not wake up feeling cold and lifeless, I almost feel like I conquered the worst nightmare I've ever had.<br />It was surreal. I was in a little town, in a gas station or something. It was old and decrepit and seemed it was run by nepotist townies. They weren't just any old mean townies, they were like the family from the Texas Chainsaw Masacre II. It was only a matter of time and they were going to do things to me and perhaps eat me for dinner. I was acting as casual as I could, even sitting in the backseat of a car smoking a cigarette, seeming very relaxed. A man got into the back seat with me and I asked him if maybe he'd want to get married, then I could be part of the creepy family and they wouldn't kill maim or eat me. Then I realized this guy was in the same boat as I was, he wasn't creepy, he wasn't one of them. I tried to telepathically tell this guy that we could hop in the front seat, lock the doors and hope the car would zoom out of there with us in it. Then they all started to disassemble the car from the outside and I woke up.<br />The next day was a gloomy Sunday. I realized some of my dream was from watching a TruTV case about a deaf girl who was dismembered. Later in the evening after the dream I watched Nancy Grace where they found the torso of a woman outside of her apartment recently. Amy Winehouse died. All creepy gloomy news. I am going to watch nothing but upbeat shows and comedies for a while.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-3418117909147506262011-07-25T12:32:00.000-07:002011-07-25T12:35:03.670-07:00The Rock Star and the EnvelopesThe night before I went to see M. Doughty in Newburyport MA I dreamed he was inviting me into a building, watching me, observing me, he liked me.<br />Suddenly I was in a room with a man behind a series of tables. A few of us were on the other side of that table. I sensed he wanted us to stuff envelopes.<br /><br />I think that meant to write letters, lots of letters.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837051164639305168.post-5418123438614868552011-06-28T04:15:00.000-07:002011-07-25T12:32:39.599-07:00The Sales Agent, the MedagliasI remember sitting outdoors and glancing into a Salesman's laptop, he was trying to sell me something. He never set out to sell me Real Estate, that I know, yet on the slides were maps of places for sale and one caught my eye. It was Florida Massachusetts. Yes there is a town called Florida in Massachusetts. It was a topical map, the kind where circular lines, and the lines were outlining an island. I kept thinking how my husband would love it there--he could fish and I could hike. Suddenly I remembered another dream where I hiked out of this same place, I had to hike for a long long time but it was worth it because it was beautiful and peaceful. <br />I neglected as of yet to tell you the Salesman was a very good looking man. He looked like a TV movie actor, I guess I'd have to google him to find his name, but he leaned toward me, and I'm not sure if this was a tactic, but he whispered into my ear "you like me a lot, I know you do!" I thought, oh yes, yes i do like you. Apparently this salesman got around a lot because out of almost nowhere came his young daughter who obviously knew of her fathers straying ways because she gave him a not so subtle reminder "Dad, why are you right up against that lady's ear?" But he didn't seem to care.<br />The Salesman told me he also had a son who was a musician, and I assume a backup musician, for the Allman brothers. It seemed out of place that his son would be in a Southern band because the guy was more of a white colar Northeastern kind of GQ guy, but nevertheless, I knew his son wanted him to come out and watch him one day. I felt kindof bad.<br />Skip ahead and suddenly I was talking to Joyce M. on the phone. I told her that her son, Jimmy, was coincidentally, also in the Allman Brothers band as a backup musician and he needed HIS father to come and see HIM also. So I ended up at a ticket counter with Big John, her ex husband and Jimmy's father. The weird part was I was travelling with my old blue custom van. I got my ticket and John's ticket, they were 50 bucks apeice. I couldn't afford it and had no idea why I was doing this, I somehow felt like a good samaritan. John expressed that he felt more in control if he drove his truck but I told him I felt the same way and we'd have to take my van, especially after the fact that he mentioned that the show was an hours drive. Then I told him i maintained my vehicle well and it would be safer. I looked at the tickets, the seats began with RO, which I thought meant ROOF.<br />Then I did the math. The tickets, the time. Shoot I had to drive an hour, go to a show that probably didn't get out until 11 pm, then I would have to drive him home and then drive myself home. We hopped into my van. I hoped it worked as I remembered I hadn't used it in over 10 years, and actually I never did maintain it well, that was a lie. I looked at the gas, it was on EMPTY. Suddenly the gas shot up to FULL and the meter turned RED. I realized I was driving from the back seat but seemed to be doing well. I told John, that when we reached a stop light I'd hop into the drivers seat and he could join me in the passenger seat but he seemed to want to sit in the back seat.<br />I told him we had to make a quick stop. The salesman had left me a message asking me for a date, so I had his phone number, now I could track his address. I had to stop at his house and convince him to go and see the show not having any idea how he'd get tickets near us, but I knew his son would be happy to know he went to the show too. So now I'm at his house, he made a sexual advance and declined going to the show. He said he had no car and I told him well that's why you should go, I have a car and I can bring you. but he still declined. Then his wife who appeared on the couch had a small conversation with me. I wondered if she knew what a snake her husband was. <br />Then John and I left for the show. The seats were way up high.Saint Catherine's Neicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377054084767816624noreply@blogger.com0