:: Life when I'm asleep ::

:: Thursday, September 04, 2008 ::

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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