:: Life when I'm asleep ::

:: Saturday, June 08, 2019 ::

Was asked to house sit by a friend who was running out of town. She wanted to make sure her kids ate. As I got there,  I noticed I was driving down the street I grew up on because I recognized the house if my sister's friend.  I went to the house at the end,  of the woman who worked at the bank and had three kids.

I was outside and alone for a long time and was considering doing something but I wasn't sure I wouldn't be caught (not exactly sure what,  probably masterbating) and I decided to change my shirt instead.  The shirt was a little  small but I knew it would be fine if I stretched it out,  like it was what it was meant to do.  I went inside and realized how clean the house was.  In my dream she was a hoarder, or her husband was according to later on in the dream.

As I was mid shirt change,  the youngest came home.  Not the child in real life that I grew up with,  but a nice young girl who wasn't surprised her mother would run off with no word.  We chatted for a bit before Beth from GL came in.  She didn't live there but won a stay according to the girl who behind Beth's back told me I had better be nice ti her or she'd make my life difficult,  kinda like the kids that I grew up with.

Beth goaded me about dinner.  I said my culinary skills were about fifth grade evolved (spaghetti,  mac and cheese)  and she replied,  good you can make me fried chicken then and flounced off. I looked at the girl who basically looked at me like "hey,  I warned you. What you do with that is your own"

I followed Beth to say it wasn't going to happen when the dream morphed.  I was still on the house but it was different from reality and I was no longer in the house on the street that I grew up in and Beth was now K, the woman from the rescue,  and she was talking to someone about butchering your own chicken. This was when I was able to infer that the hoarding was the husband's fault Ann's that he was in recovery and doing well,  but there were a few quirks that resulted and seven fridges and freezers were part of it,  even if they didn't hold much.

K brought me to a mattress size slab of chicken and she had a hand held power saw that she intended ti cut it up with.  She offered to let me do it but I deferred on ignorance citing my previous claimed 5th grade culinary skills.  She said it was easy and made a few long cuts down the length,, something about the ribs,  spine,  and the breast meat in the middle. When she was done cutting we went into thew living room where there was one of her friends and at least one other was there but had stepped out due ti the cigarettes.  I sat in a chair far away from them Ann's wondered how we could be friends if they smoked (I'm allergic). K  suddenly remembered something and ran off. Her friend was knitting and didn't say anything ti me.  K returned with a plastic take out container, the kind with the black bottom and the clear top, and inside were randomly placed two bite desserts you might get at a late party. It looked like there had been more in it originally due to the random placement.  She wished me a happy birthday and sat back down and picked up her knitting. 

:: posted by the sleeping one 2:01 AM [+] ::
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I was a Vet and out was my first day live on my own. I was seeing very easy cases.  I saw an old man and we kept his pet. Then I saw a woman and her kitten who just needed a rabies vaccination and to be dewormed. For some reason, I could not draw up the dewormer. I drew it up four times before I finally had the right dose. The woman had been rambling about her kitten and I missed all that she said so I had to ask her questions to find out what was going on. There was something about bad breath so I looked in the mouth. The kitten didn't want to let me look but I finally was able to and the kitten's tongue looked like an oyster or a clam. I gave the meds and then attempted to write notes in the chart.

One of the receptionists told me that the old man who had been in earlier left without his umbrella, coat, hat, and pants. Also, the police were looking for him because he didn't make it home. I was asked to call the police. So I gathered up his things and tried to find a phone in the old, broken down, Victorian house we were working in. I found one in a desk drawer, but I miss dialed the first time so I tried to hang up and dial again but the phone wouldn't let go of the line. Someone walked through the room so I asked for help. I figured out just as she told me that I had to pull the cord out of the phone. She smiled and stopped her explanation and walked away.

I tried to make the call, misdialing again when the man and his daughter showed up so I abandoned the phone and went to give him his pants. There was a stage coach race going on outside in the fields. I watched it until it was out of sight.

Jennifer Laurence showed up. She garnered a lot of attention and I mumbled that I could (or should) garner that amount of attention since I save lives. Only Jennifer heard me.. Or she just saw me... And came over to transfer attention to me.. Or to give me attention.. But I avoided her. She finally caught up with me and asked me why I didn't want her attention. For some reason I said something as well as 'but I don't even like you'

And then I woke up

:: posted by the sleeping one 3:01 AM [+] ::
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I was walking down the street. It was a deserted section of some long ago left behind main street. There were empty shops and window boxes that only held dirt. As I was walking I was looking in windows and taking in the sites. I saw an old barrel planter that had a dead puppy in it. It look like he crawled in there to find a soft place to sleep and just didn't wake up. He had cob webs over him. I was shocked, but not horribly upset. Sad yes, but these things happen. So I looked in the window of the shop that he was outside of, and saw another dead dog, and then another. I moved to get a better look and saw a large aquarium with three dead tigers in it. Now I was shocked. everything looked like they were recently dead because of the good shape they were in, but the spider webs were everywhere.

All of a sudden, one of the dogs stirred slightly. I peered in the window harder to see if he really moved. I saw him move again, and then the tigers started moving. I was stunned, and then had to find these animals help. I pulled out my cell phone (no I don't own one in real life) and ran up the hill to call the police. I was trying to explain where I was and what was going on. I started calling off road signs and signs on buildings. none of them were recognizable to my real life, until I turned around and saw the playhouse. I called that off, and the person on the other end of the phone immediately knew where I was and was off to help. I was shocked at the recognition of the playhouse and woke up.

:: posted by the sleeping one 8:35 AM [+] ::
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I had three different dreams involving cats. THe first two I mostly remember at his point, the third is floating around, and I thought if I wrote down the first two it would come to me.

The first involved a very clutter filled great room. It was more than a bedroom, but it was so filled with stuff it was hard to tell what it was. In the room was a mother and her kitten. I was looking for them, and could find one, but not the other. first I found the kitten, then the mother, then the kitten was missing again. The dream ended with the kitten being on a turn table, and falling off on top of my head.

THe second was much more involved before the cats showed up. I was cleaning out a very clutter filled basement (ok, yes, there is something going on in my mind isn't there) there were other people involved, but no idea who. We emptied out the basment and started putting furniture back in around the outside of the room - in order to seat guests. Only thing was there were some weird things like a bed and a box. anything anyone could sit on. There was another queen sized bed we were trying to figure out how to get in the room when we realized it was starting to rain. I started running around like a crazy person thinking I had to get the debris off the lawn. We shoved the bed in the room, and I went outside up the stairs on to a deck, where there was a pool. There were a bunch of people in the pool either empting junk out of the pool, or trying to empty it. One young man (20s?) pulled a litterbox full of water up out of the bottom of the pool and threw it over the side. I looked where it went, and there was another pool with no one in it. I thought it would be fun to jump in, but I ended up sliding across the bottom of it, as there wasn't much water in it. I got out as the far end didn't have a wall and just walked out onto the lawn. I was on the side of the house now, and walked around to the other side (front?) which was actually ocean side. It was like a hotel / motel and where the parking lot would have been was sand, and then beyond that the ocean. There were a lot of people milling about. All of a sudden there were shots. I duck and tried to hide, trying to figure out where the shots were coming from. People were getting hit, but not near me, and not fatally or with an excess of gore. I saw the reactions of them being hit, but that was about it. I determined the shots were coming from the water. I looked down the beach and saw another group of people were also being shot at. I figured this was a good chance to try to get in the building, but as I got closer, the porch light was shot out, then the gas line popped, and a fire started in the light. Another shot shattered the glass door. I looked up to the windows in the second floor and saw it all on fire. I then noticed a large breed dog on the second floor trying to get down. It was as if he were a stuffed dog though, because he was moving rather stiffly, and eventually fell head first - but yet he was ok. At the site of the dog falling, I remembered my cats were in my room in the back, and I HAD to get to them. I ran for the door..

I woke up.

My dreams are so bizarre. I remember thinking my last dream was bizarre too.. wish I could remember it.

:: posted by the sleeping one 3:28 AM [+] ::
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I had been dreaming a bit more lately. I had one last night that was a doozy, but I don't remember it. the night before I had put my hair up in curlers. I use U shaped curlers to make my hair look like i got a perm. During my dream I saw a U curler as a mouse run out from under a door. The U curlers in real life are bright blue, but in the dream it was the same shape, but fuzzy and mouse / rat colored. freaked me out and woke me up.

The night before that I had a dream that included freezing water, work, walter brimley and gimlets. ready for this? lol

It started off I was in a basement that was flooded with freezing sub zero waters. There were several men trying to chop ice at the drain to keep the water from flooding. the drain was on the far side of the building, and I wanted to help. To get there, I had to jump on to queen sized mattresses. I was warned the one in the far corner was covered with ice, so I probably wouldn't be able to stay on top of that one. I wasn't worried, because I saw no reason I'd need to get on that mattress. Well I worked my way over there, but once I got there I needed to move and get something (an ice pick?) and I ended up jumping on the iced mattress with out even thinking about it, and I started sliding toward the freezing water. Some guy stuck his leg/foot/work pole out and stopped me from falling off the mattress, but I did get a small portion of my body in the cold water. It was COLD and it hurt. but some how I didn't actually get wet. It was like I fell in inside of a plastic bag. I was frustrated, and the guys now thought I was a clutz, so I gave up and went to the bar instead. I found my husband's sisters there, and they asked me if the water was cold (yes, they are the queens of the obvious)and I said yes, and they went back to their conversation. So I went behind the bar to help out there. There wasn't much to do, so I emptied out a dishwasher, and proceeded to re-organize the glasswear. The bartender was using a dish towel and was drying off glasses, and proceeded to ask me how walter brimley was like a gimlet. I started to answer, but confused on how to, I woke up.

so, how is walter brimley like a gimlet?

:: posted by the sleeping one 3:26 PM [+] ::
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I was sent after someone to protect them. They were in a very large opera house. It was full of people, and finding this person was very difficult. I finally ran into them going into the ladies room. I went in after her, and found a very old run down room where the toilets didn't work very well (that seems to be a theme in my dreams in general as well now that I think about it)

There were windows in the bathroom that looked out into the halls - they were mirrored on the outside so they couldn't see in. I looked out and saw the people chasing the woman. I tried to keep the door shut - like it was a single bathroom instead a multiple. I kept being distracted trying to keep the woman safe. I finally asked one of the women to go and find a guy - and I discribed a guy who looked like bradly talmage from 7 Days) As she was leaving, the people chasing the woman came in. I tried to act like it didn't matter, but they were certain the woman was in the room, and looked and found her. Before they could get to her, I attacked, and we fought. the smaller bathroom gave way to a larger locker room type of room. it was much newer and cleaner. There was head smacking on lockers and sinks benches.

Then I woke up

Went back to sleep, and found myself taking care of some sick cats. I believer they were pregnant. They weren't eating, and it was of great concern. I gave them a little extra love and went off to find some help. I found myself on a rather large farm. There were people everywhere, and they were all kids of one age or another. I asked one where mom was, and they didn't know. I stood there and thought about it for a second, when another girl comes trotting up pushing a very snazzy green bicycle. It was an retro type 10 speed, and was very cool looking. I admired it for a moment, but was interupted by the girl asking for mom. I told her I wasn't sure where she was but thought she was in the house. She asked me to watch the bike and ran off. I moved the bike off to the side, when I noticed a group of adults walking very quickly foward. I thought the girl might have stolen the bike or was in problem because of the bike, so I moved the bike off to the side. The people came up and asked about the girl, and I told them I had no idea what they were talking about and they seemed to go away. I looked around and noticed that painted on the side of the barn was a big sign about the two local high school football teams I grew up with. I decided to find the girl and mom and went inside the house.

I kept asking different people, and no one had a clue where mom was. I went upstairs and talked to a different girl who lived up in a room in the attic with a few other people, but she was alone at the moment and looked as if she was recently in the shower as her hair was up in a towel. I tried to get her to tell me when the last time she saw mom was, and she really didn't want to talk to me about my issues, she only wanted to talk about her petty issues. The sick cats were up in her room, and were in much worse shape. their eyes were quite inflamed, and they were very lethargic. I came to the realizaton that they were not regular cats, but morphing aliens that everyone in the world knew about. I knew what they needed at that point and told the girl to watch them, and while she really didn't listen to me, I ran off anyway. This time I was holding a large pile of stick type items. They looked like pick up sticks or dried spagetthi. I started searching the house for mom, and was quite disturbed that I couldn't find her. all of a sudden it was night, and there were more animals in the house. Lots of cats and dogs. It was like the kids had turned into them, because there were no kids around. I tried to go outside to look again, but this time several animals escaped from the house, and I started to try to herd them back in. the few chihuahuas and cats and a german sheppard got out. The little animals stayed on the porch, but the GSD ran across the yard and seemed to attach himself to a dog run. I tossed the smaller animals in the house, and went after the dog. He didn't want to listen to me. It wasn't easy. but I got him in. I still had the sticks, and came to the conclusion that it was the green bike from earlier, and it was actually another life form. I spread the sticks out to get a better look at them, but realized those people were after them. I found a paper towel roll, and put them inside that. Trying to stay away from those people, and find mom.. I was convinced that those people had done something to mom...

then I woke up.

:: posted by the sleeping one 4:45 AM [+] ::
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I was working with a rescure group in a building I had never been in before. There was a kitten that needed to be put in a cage.. the cage looked like my rabbit cage only shorter.. I went to get the kitten, and thought I was being followed but I dismissed it. I got the kitten and went back to the cage, to find Em in it. she moved slightly, the cage fell very badly, and she was in an incredibly awkward position. I was so scared for her, I handed the kitten off to someone and ran to her to try to help her out, I so feared she was dead - but then a part of my brain remembered she was already dead. I stopped in confusion, and looked again, and Em had found her way out of the situation and was walking down the hall. I woke up at that point, and heard a series of three beeps. Electronic type beeps that you might hear when something is running out of power.. short, quick, like one a second.. then nothing for a few seconds, then another series of three.. then the beeps seemed to split apart, as if there were two devices beeping not quite at the same time. Two rounds of that, and no more beeping.

It was beyond bizarre! I had been hoping to dream of Em again.. I miss her so.. was nice to see her if only for a few minutes.

Of course the beeping part of all this reminds me of my theory that cats really are from a different planet.. and that weird part of my brain thinks that she hijacked a ship to come down and visit me again :)

:: posted by the sleeping one 11:35 AM [+] ::
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