8/13/17

Last night I dreamed that I went to Japan.

I was trying to find my seat and was in the back of the plane and realized I had a 7 seat. So I went back up to the front where the seats were bigger and Angela was on one side and Danny to my left. We weren’t First Class yet there weren’t any seats ahead of us. I was talking with Angela about how I’d decided on my trip from Vancouver that I had to fly something other than Coach to Japan because I didn’t want to spend 11 hours on a plane with my knees to my chin.

Mimi was there on the other side of the aisle and she had a little baby (6-9 months or so?) with her. The baby was fussy so I asked to hold her. She was pretty cute and bouncing on my lap and stuff and then I felt a vibration and I said, “Uh oh, did you fart or was that something worse?” Then she started kind of twitching and I asked Mimi if the baby had powers and Mimi said yes; I handed her back and said, “You should write down what she’s saying, she’s delivering a prophecy.”

On the plane I was so excited to be going and wanted to tell Plushateer but then I realized I was supposed to be going with Plushateer and she wasn’t here. This trip was too soon. This was October and I was supposed to be going with her in March. I was worried she’d be mad I went ahead without her but I LINEd her and she said if I had the opportunity to go, I should go, and then we’d go together again in March.

We got to Japan and my mom and brother were there with me and mom was driving. She had directions on an index card to a bilingual B&B-type place we’d booked. I was surprised at how quickly we got out of the city and into the countryside.

I was arguing with mom about directions but the building was on 69th Street and we were on 88th and so 69th Street came into view and it was this very large yellow multi-storey building. We got out with our luggage and they were at the top of the steps waiting for us.

We were in the parlor with the lady who ran the B&B and a couple of scruffy guys, one of whom was her husband. We were sitting around a table eating halved oranges. Well, Zack and I were just holding our orange halves. Then one of the guys had a big pot and said something about a better idea of what to do with the oranges and any that weren’t eaten, we put in the pot. The lady of the house licked off a spoon and then dipped it in the sugar jar to put sugar in the pot. At the time I thought, “We can’t stay here when I come with Plushateer. We need to get a real hotel. She would die if she saw that.” And as if to confirm my suspicions, the lady kept stirring the sugar and some water and the oranges and licking the spoon occasionally.

Zack had handed over his orange halves with some snotty comment about how he didn’t eat fruit and then one of the guys got mad and they started bitching at each other. Zack kept bitching until finally I said, “Zack. That guy went to the other room. He’s not even here.” I thought to myself, “I’m glad I brought him this trip. I cannot take him with me on the trip with Plushateer and ITGuy if he’s going to act like this.”

Whatever the guy was making in the pot never turned out because he tried putting it in a much smaller bowl and spilled half of it on the table, the rest mounded and ugly and very unappetizing in the smaller bowl.

The lady needed to go out for some grocery shopping and I volunteered to go with her because I needed to get out of the house. We went downstairs and her husband followed and then I didn’t see him anywhere. The garage was downstairs and I got into the passenger side of a baby blue Bug. I kept looking around for the husband because I thought maybe he was coming with us and I didn’t know if he wanted this seat. The lady didn’t say anything but started backing up. We backed out through three garages; the husband wasn’t there because he’s had to move his pickup from one of the garages behind us so we could back out. I thought, “Everything’s so stacked on top of each other. Even the garages.”

We managed to get on the road and there were all these really cute shops lining the street and I thought it’d be fun just to walk around and look in all of them. That’s when I realized we were in London. Or the London-themed part of Tokyo..? I thought of bringing Plushateer and ITGuy back to see this but it wasn’t very Japanese so I wasn’t sure.

We didn’t stop at any of the shops, we just kept driving. It felt like we were driving in loops and circles and I thought, “Ah. Fucking roundabouts.”

At this point I realized I was dreaming and told myself I needed to remember to tell Plushateer about all of this. She asked how I knew Danny; I said I went to school with him.

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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.

 

3/24/17

Last night I dreamed that we were at the lake and needed to leave but mom clogged the toilet so I had to keep flushing it so I could go to the bathroom before we left. Dad got mad that I was taking so long.

I had another dream that I was in my Jeep with mom and we were driving home and she was going too fast on the road that’s damaged. I told her to slow down because the bridge narrows to one lane and I was afraid she was going to hit the concrete barriers on either side. She didn’t slow down and I told her there was road damage and she was going to beat the shit out of my car. I braced for the bounce but it wasn’t as bad as I thought; it had been smoothed out some since the last time I’d driven over it.

My last dream before waking I was at work and we had a late large group come in and take the big table in the back. No sooner had they sat down than another group came in needing a spot for five. I told ended up putting them in the green room because it was quieter since they were having a meeting and the “RT guys in the back” are pretty noisy. The weird thing about this is the group of guys I’d seated in the green room were from RT also; I recognized one of them from real life. I had to go back to the kitchen and check to make sure we still had plenty of specials and corn pudding.

3/19/17

Same suggestion as the nights before.

Last night I dreamed I was with my parents at a house surrounded by water. It wasn’t flooding; that was just the location. We were on the white porch of the house but had to go do something and that involved just swimming through the water to wherever. I think dad was carrying his cat. Once we started swimming I realized that it wasn’t that deep and when I actually looked, the water was crystal clear and I could see clear to the bottom. There was all sorts of colorful, neat coral and seaweed and other water plants/ground cover. I didn’t see any fish but there were muskrats swimming around us.

I had another dream but I wasn’t in it, just watching it. Gokudera from Reborn was there, an older version. His hair looked the same as his younger version but he had a long thin braid down to his butt that you couldn’t see from the front. Somehow, it got cut off and he was distraught and I don’t know who he was talking to, I think Tsuna, “It’s proof of how long I’ve loved you.” And the person–I couldn’t see them, but I knew they smiled–said, “Silly Gokudera. You are the proof.”

I had another dream in which I was in a hotel room planning a trip to another hotel because I was going to visit Australia. I’d been googling places and called this Thai-themed hotel in Australia and the concierge was very nice. She was telling me all about it and then offered to give me the wifi key to log into their server so I could see all the amenities; the key was “Angela” named after their favorite employee and when I got there Angela would be happy to show me around. (Also, I believe it was pronounced more Angella, like Queen Angella from She-Ra but it was spelled Angela.) Then somehow there were acquaintances in the room with me and they’d stayed at the same hotel and met Angela and said how wonderful she is and I made the comment, “Well, I don’t want to meet her then because compared to you guys she’ll think I’m a real bitch.”

While on the phone with the concierge I wrote down the number 1018; I think it was the room number I was supposed to check out online using the wifi/server password. Mom saw it and said, “$1018? That’s still pretty expensive!” and I said, “That’s not the price, that’s the room number” while thinking that a trip to Australia for three people (I don’t know who the other two people in this equation were) would be way more than $1018.

3/17/17

I used the same suggestion prior to sleeping as the night before.

Last night I dreamed I was at the warehouse with my family. I loaned a former coworker $20 (which changed to $50 later on in the dream). She paid it back but then other people were outside and kept complaining to me that they had borrowed money from her. I told them that was none of my business, to take it up with her. They were made because they borrowed $30 but when they went to repay it, it was $50 because my former coworker’s boyfriend, who apparently was brokering the thing, charged them interest and fees. I thought to myself that was pretty sketchy, but again, I told them to take that up with him and that I had nothing to do with it.

These groups of people (two or three to a group) kept kind of stalking my business and threatening violence. I was in the back loading dock room in the hopes they couldn’t see me through the windows and would leave but instead one girl found her way in through the back door. She brushed up against my arm and I felt something prickly; I looked down and she was brandishing a taser and giving me a threatening look. I asked, “Are you really threatening me with a taser?” I stood up and she only came up to about my chest, she was really small. And the taser looked very homemade. I said, “Are you really threatening me with a fucking taser?!” at which point I grabbed her arms, spun her, and pinned her. I sat on her, keeping her on the ground, holding her hands behind her back.

I told my mom to call the cops; I knew them so I was confident they would listen to me and believe me and we could clear this whole stupid thing up. Before doing that, however, the girl was now wearing this weird tinfoil hat thing and mom hooked the girl’s homemade taser (which she had dropped in the struggle, I believe) up to the hat. I could feel the girl twitching and I said, “Mom, what are you doing, that’s too much…” (I was still holding the girls arms and keeping her on the ground.) Mom finally turned the taser hat off but I knew it was too late. I don’t know if it was just a thought or aloud that I said, “Well, calling the cops just got a lot tougher now that we have a dead body.”

11/16/16

Last night I dreamed that Ashley had texted me to cancel our Thursday get-together because she decided we couldn’t be friends because I don’t reply to her text messages. She had sent me one but I didn’t reply because I was sleeping.

I had another dream later where mom asked me to do something but I told her I’d do it in my sleep.

In another dream I was in high school, but then I went to stay over at a friend’s house. She lived on a farm and I wore sandals and realized that was a bad choice. I still had my overloaded backpack from school which was fortunate because although it was only the first day, Mr. McGee had given us lots of homework and I’d almost forgotten about it several times. I think I did have a giant blanket or pillow with me also. I had shorts on which struck me as odd even in the dream since I never wear shorts. There was another girl there for the sleepover in the beginning but later it just became the two of us. As the dream progressed, my friend looked more and more like the redhead from Flip Flappers. She had a lot of siblings, including a wild toddler brother that almost escaped as I went up the stairs into the house, but I caught him and locked the little gate to the stairs. Her dad looked kind of scary but turns out he wasn’t. The mom kind of looked like our vet. I don’t know if my friend had to do chores or what (there were cows there) but there was a period of time where I would be left alone and I was grateful because I had to get that homework done.