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I had a dream..(help!)
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Aug 12, 2012 06:52AM

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A recently deceased relative once appeared in a dream. I asked her how she was doing and she said, "I'm okay." I felt a lot better after that.
However, another recently deceased relative once appeared to me in a dream in her nightgown, sitting on this immense industrial farming tractor, driving crazy out of control, swerving all over the field.
However, another recently deceased relative once appeared to me in a dream in her nightgown, sitting on this immense industrial farming tractor, driving crazy out of control, swerving all over the field.

My sisters and I were shoplifting electronics from an enormous mall. I had an ipad. We were rolling them toward the exit in suitcases on wheels, which we then eased through the revolving doors. But a female loss prevention staffer followed us out and I knew she was going to ask to see our receipts.

I bet he's super hot underneath it all. That workout regimen is borderline crippling.
He has the kind of face that can be really handsome, or really ridiculously homely, depending on whatever expression is on it.
He has the kind of face that can be really handsome, or really ridiculously homely, depending on whatever expression is on it.
I dreamed that a self-published book was drawing a lot of attention on Goodreads. It was titled "Twisted Bitch." I kept waking up and falling back to sleep, and each time the dream about "Twisted Bitch" would continue where it left off. I could see the stars and the reviews.

My guests returned and reclaimed their baby, who had somehow now had a body and was fine. I wanted to keep the baby, but I knew he was not mine.
I totally blame the GOP for this horrific dream.


It was terrible, LG.
I was at a public library and ran into a woman I knew. She asked what I was up to and I said I was going to be teaching an economics class at the library starting Monday. This was a total lie. I thought, why did I tell her that? She can check it out and know I'm lying within three minutes. To exit the library I had to walk down a narrow spiral staircase that was 2-3 stories high and only had a railing on one side. I descended very slowly and it was frightening, as I have a fear of heights.
Then Mitt Romney had reappointed Patrick Fitzgerald to be U.S. Attorney. Which doesn't make sense because it happened in the present, but you have to be President to appoint a U.S. Attorney.
Then Mitt Romney had reappointed Patrick Fitzgerald to be U.S. Attorney. Which doesn't make sense because it happened in the present, but you have to be President to appoint a U.S. Attorney.
Phil wrote: "I give "Twisted Bitch" two stars. An engaging premise, but lacking the emotional "umph" that would have truly driven home the overriding theme of bitterness."
Two stars seems inflated.
Two stars seems inflated.


2) I woke up (in the dream) with a large purple stain on my favorite jeans, because my sister had decided to leave something purple and solid and meltable by the radiator. I took them off and realized that one of my legs was covered in bruises. Then a minute later it was covered in tattoos.
"You're never going to be able to swim in front of mom again," said my sister.
I was flying to France on Air China. Three big boxes had already gone into the cargo hold, but at the airport I realized I'd left my passport at home. I ran to the passport department to get a new one. They wanted me to pose for the photo with my hair piled high on my head. They pointed to a woman sitting in the chair ready to be photographed with such a hairstyle. I said no, we're just going to do normal hair, and hurry up. I was panicking. Finally all the paperwork was processed, but instead of a tiny booklet my passport was pages and pages of unstapled, unbound material, some of it legal size. I clutched it all and tried to figure out where to go next. I felt something bulky taped to my back; my friend had taped a Ginsu knife to my back with thick packing tape. I was supposed to smuggle it into France for her. I insisted she take it off because an x-ray machine was going to catch it. My destination had changed to China and I thought, my boxes are going to fly to China and I'm going to be here. I couldn't even remember what was in the boxes.


I worked in a very small office which was located in an apartment. Jeremy Piven was there on business one day and he was very pompous and irritating. I got right up in his face and called him a prick and told him he was only 5'3". (He was very small.) I needed to get something out of the fridge, but he had hung one of his suits in there. I guess he liked to put them on cold. His face was very buffed and exfoliated. He spent a lot of time on his appearance.
Someone was using the bathroom, so I decided to use the tiny kiddie training toilet. It was very low to the ground and it seemed to have a leak. As I peed, I could see the toilet water spreading across the shag carpet, which resembled grass.
Someone was using the bathroom, so I decided to use the tiny kiddie training toilet. It was very low to the ground and it seemed to have a leak. As I peed, I could see the toilet water spreading across the shag carpet, which resembled grass.
I was hanging out with a bunch of people including Prince William and Kate. We assumed W & K had flown or been chauffeured or whatever, but they had taken several different types of public transportation to get there, including something called PUD. I don't know if PUD was a bus, train, or ferry. They had enjoyed their trip and were very nice and outgoing. Later Kate sat down at the piano and casually played some Bach.

*snort*
I never remember my dreams. Even if I remember them when I wake up and resolve to keep it in my mind to tell y'all later, by the time I've gotten out of the shower I can't remember a thing. What is that?
Every time Mr. Amy tells me about a dream he is always rescuing me in some way. Maybe he secretly wants to be an action movie star?
I never remember my dreams. Even if I remember them when I wake up and resolve to keep it in my mind to tell y'all later, by the time I've gotten out of the shower I can't remember a thing. What is that?
Every time Mr. Amy tells me about a dream he is always rescuing me in some way. Maybe he secretly wants to be an action movie star?

My monthly mortgage payment had suddenly shot up to $6,200 and I couldn't figure out why, because I have a fixed rate loan. Then I was looking at someone who was covered in stretch marks. It was kind of surprising because the person wasn't fat.
Sure, you can answer. Is it because an overweight person who loses tons of weight might be skinny but still have stretchmarks?
I guess I've never seen one of these people in real life. All the people in real life I see with stretch marks are overweight.
I guess I've never seen one of these people in real life. All the people in real life I see with stretch marks are overweight.
...or had babies...or had to take prednazone (sp) for any length of time...or had their guts stapled/banded/bypassed...
I know all three. None of them me. I'm the chubby variety. :)

Okay, so I sort of remember part of a WEIRD dream I was having last night. My 22 year old step-son was in this car...taking a shower. But, I needed to take a shower. His car was really gross and dirty though, like a college guy's toilet kind of dirty and I didn't want to shower in there anyway, so I went my car, but Mr. Amy was showering in there and I was getting really mad and frustrated and panicky. I needed to get ready, but I couldn't shower; there was no car for me! I think at that point I woke up and peed at 4-ish am.
(Edit: I got up and peed in the toilet, I did not pee in my bed...or my car.)
(Edit: I got up and peed in the toilet, I did not pee in my bed...or my car.)
Okay, I remember one. Background: I have this friend who is married, but has no kids. He's got some...uh...issues, so he probably never will have.
Anyway, in my dream he came over to my house, but it wasn't the house I actually live in now. He had this kid with him, turns out he and his wife adopted the kid. But, it was a kid who I remember from a youth rally a million years ago (really like 22-ish years ago), so the kid would be a) close to 30 now, not still 6-ish and b) more than likely dwelling in Texas, not Oregon. Anyway, anyway, anyway, he comes over with his new adopted kid who should be 30 and I'm sitting at the kitchen table with the kid helping him paint a hamburger and a hot air balloon.
Any thoughts?
Anyway, in my dream he came over to my house, but it wasn't the house I actually live in now. He had this kid with him, turns out he and his wife adopted the kid. But, it was a kid who I remember from a youth rally a million years ago (really like 22-ish years ago), so the kid would be a) close to 30 now, not still 6-ish and b) more than likely dwelling in Texas, not Oregon. Anyway, anyway, anyway, he comes over with his new adopted kid who should be 30 and I'm sitting at the kitchen table with the kid helping him paint a hamburger and a hot air balloon.
Any thoughts?
I was in Starbucks and ordered a venti latte, but then decided that would taste incredibly boring. The male barista suggested a "Cowboy Special" instead, which involved buttered popcorn flavor. It sounded like the coffee grounds would sit in a popcorn popper and absorb its flavors. I said I would try it. The store was closing at 4:15 and it was 3:55, so I was in a hurry. I was with a female friend. But when my Cowboy Special was done it looked very dark, nothing like a latte. I told the barista I wanted the latte instead, because when he suggested the Cowboy Special I had understood it to be a proxy for the latte, something very similar. He didn't say much, but walked away angrily. There was no barista to help me. My friend sat at a table with her back to me. I was afraid she was going to leave without me. Finally an Asian male worker came out and I told my story. At first it seemed like he was going to make my latte, but he never did. The store manager came out to talk to him. She reminded me of Paula Broadwell, in the way she looked at him intently, in a way not quite sexual but bordering on it, a bit too interested.

By relaxing and clearing my mind, I was able to fly. It was more like floating, but I could definitely control altitude and direction. Some people were angry with me for being able to do this, and some tried to find me and pull me down to the ground.
I like flying; it's relaxing.
Some people will always try to pull you down, Phil. Never let them!

No problems at the dentist, btw. Just me being afraid because I hadn't been to the dentist in over a year.

I'm going to the dentist on Saturday.
I fell and landed on the pastor's igloo cooler. It split straight in half. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to buy him a new one, but I woke up.
Books mentioned in this topic
The Sandalwood Tree (other topics)The Interpretation of Dreams (other topics)
Let the Great World Spin (other topics)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Henning Mankell (other topics)Fox Butterfield (other topics)
William Greider (other topics)