6/25/17

Last night I dreamed about Legend of Galactic Heroes.

Cling wrap, stuck together and not flattening out.

I dreamed I was in school and I couldn’t remember which locker was mine. They were square like Japanese shoe lockers and similarly, had no locks. So I guessed which one was mine and was able to open it; I was wrong. Mine was the row below. 22-something. I didn’t know what books to take to class and someone said, “All of them!” and I was incredulous; I couldn’t take all of them, there were too many and they were too big and I had no backpack. So I grabbed what I could.

Herr T was teaching Japanese. I was laughing at the long-winded translations we were assigned to do. I thought, “Leave it to the Japanese language to require so much to say so little.” And then I said, “I don’t know why I’m doing this; I hated school when I had to go. I’m an adult–why the hell am I here doing this when I don’t have to?”

People were playing soccer outside. I believe Mary was one of them.

6/5/17

Last night I dreamed that it was my last day in Toronto so Plushateer and I were going to hit Kaji one more time before I left. However, I had a feeling as we were driving to Kaji and I googled it and told her, “It’s Wednesday; Kaji closes at 8. It’s 8:15.”

So while that was a bummer, we ended up at another little restaurant with kind of a French cottage motif that Plushateer thought was really cute, much to my surprise. Instead of tables we were seated at a couch with kind of a coffee table in front of us. The menu was huge and I was having a hard time deciding. The first few pages were kitchen products for sale, including a chef’s coat that matches one I have.

I was feeling badly because I didn’t want to hold up the place. I explained to Plushateer, “By 7:30, my people have the kitchen all broken down. That last half hour before closing is stressful because they get mad if people come in. Now it’s 8:15 and this place closes at 8:45; they probably don’t even want us here.”

But in the meantime a couple of businessmen-looking guys came in and were seated somewhat close to us and they had the air of people who were going to stay awhile. So that took some of the pressure off. A guy came over to take our order and I told Plushateer to go ahead, that I’d decide by the time she was done ordering. I kind of knew what I wanted but the menu was so huge I was having trouble finding it again.

She ordered something like an oysters rockefeller and requested, “The oysters be well done because she won’t eat them otherwise” and I said, “What do you mean? I can eat ’em raw. Unless by ‘she’ you mean you..?” And we started laughing, including the waiter. I still hadn’t ordered my food but we were both going to get lemonades until he informed us the lemonade came from a powder and I said nevermind, I’d take a Coke. Which, after I said that, I really just wanted an iced tea.

I never did order because then I realized I was dreaming and sitting on that same couch, menu in hand, I told Plushateer, “Oh, I have to remember to blog this!” And started recounting the dream to her.

5/28/2017

Last night I dreamed that I was in a kennel/vet office type place and I had a pure white German shepherd that was placed in a kennel. I was upset but when I went to free him, he actually seemed pretty content. Then I turned away and he had turned into my cat and my mom was at the desk of the office and she said, “Well, looks like he’s having a heart attack.” I got mad and said, “Why would you even say something like that?!” And I hurried back to the kennel and mustered all the reiki power I could and pushed it towards him, using all my energy to save him.

 

5/26/17

Last night I dreamed about Japanese grammar and etiquette. Sekizan was there as an example. I don’t think I was “in” the dream, just observing it.

I had another dream about a milk jug that had a small hole in the side toward the top. I didn’t think it would matter much since it was close to the mouth anyway but it made it surprisingly difficult and messy to pour.

4/29/17

Last night I dreamed that I was under investigation for murder for a dream I had. A detective asked me to write down my dream as my statement and I remember it involved a truck being in the wrong place and the license plate P-02. As I was writing this all down, he asked if I was sure, without a doubt, that I didn’t kill anyone and I said, “Yes, I’m absolutely sure.” He sighed and said, “You know what this means, don’t you? I’m going to have to take you in.” I said, “Yeah, I know.” Because I didn’t confess to the murder he had to charge me with it anyway. He got his cuffs out and I said, “Can I finish writing down the dream first, though? Otherwise I’ll forget the details.” He agreed and read me my rights as I was writing down the dream, which was kind of distracting. My handwriting was getting really crappy because I was trying to write so quickly before I forgot things and I did have the thought, “Are they going to use the change in handwriting as evidence against me? Saying I have a personality disorder?” And I also wondered if/when I should call mom and tell her to call a lawyer because although I felt I could answer the questions and I was innocent, I knew from all the ID shows to lawyer up. The detective looked a bit like Joe Kenda and a bit like the guy from Interviews with Monster Girls. I was in the back room at the restaurant, empty of people, writing down my statement.

I had another dream that the restaurant was completely full and I was running around trying to take orders. I had a little 3-ring notebook I was writing orders in and when I went to one table I’d realized I’d lost the orders for the previous two tables; the pages had fallen out or something. I kept flipping through the book, trying to find them while pretending everything was okay, but everyone knew something was up and was looking at me and getting nervous that no one was taking their orders and they weren’t getting their food. I decided to take the orders to the kitchen that I had while looking for the others later and when I went into the kitchen, everyone was sitting around watching tv and I lost it. I was upset that I was running around trying to keep things together and everyone else was just hanging out, not doing anything, and it never occurred to them to help me..? After yelling at them, I went back out, and the whole back room of people waiting had left because they’d gotten tired of waiting. It was empty; the lights were out, even. And there were my scattered papers of orders on the floor where they’d fallen out of my notebook.