I really don't know what this blog will turn out to be, but maybe posting dreams will provide some reading interest
I've had some weird ones this year, sometimes with a clear message and other times just an out of nowhere disturbing sequence
Soooo here's me dumping what I've got saved from this year...
2/23/11
Mom, Dan (my brother) and I are waiting for Dad (?) on the wood floor outside the kitchen area. Mom looks thin. She is having almost pleasant conversation with Dan and I, but it feels like she is just talking about something serious in a "but it's no big deal" tone. She wants us to hear something, she plays the answering machine. There is a message from her, from before, where she says something about "I am leaving a message at this moment to document/say that my husband has abused me." She then shows Dan and me the scars/cuts on her back, some old and some new. (Where were we going?)
?? Sophomore year (2x)
Dad and I are trying to cook together, but he keeps getting frustrated because he is going too fast through the recipe and messing it up. I try to laugh it off and calm him down, assure him it's no big deal. I don't recognize the kitchen(s). I think Mom came in at one point to check on us, and we had an "Oh, this is just how Dad is and we will deal with it" eye-roll moment.
2/25/11
Marisa (my roommate) is visiting me in RI, possibly over March break. The roads seem to be pretty abandoned. We are coming down the hill, reaching North Main street, but we are walking, not driving. I am explaing to her how small my state is, when I use the example that just across the street from us is Peter and Eleanor (friends from school, which doesn't make sense for them to be there). We call out to them and wave. We see someone else from CMU later in the dream as well. We start walking down N Main as I think about what we could do, it is possibly getting dark. Marisa looks slightly bewildered thoughout the dream. I think in the end I suggest we go to Thayer street for shopping and seeing people I know.
- could stem from reading a news article about RI teachers all receiving warning of being fired
2/25/11
Around a dinner table with a family I don't recognize: father, mother (standing at the stove finishing dinner), and three children who may have at one point resembled three kids I often babysit for. Dinner is a recently passed pet (rural family from another point in history?), at one point a border collie I think, and the kids are upset about eating the dog, but the father and mother are trying to explain to them why it's a good thing. Somehow I am aware of a story the father has told me of receiving some kind of weird fertilization pills or insertions that you can put in an animal to make it pregnant. I hear him tell me, like thoughts in a movie, "What they don't know is that I put the pills inside her [the pet] before, boy will they be surprised." Either as the mother or myself, I am serving the meat with my hands, which looks like browned tempeh or some kind of asian, rectangular pieces in sauce dish with white and black sesame seeds. I am explaining to the kids that we are honoring the memory of the dog by eating her, because "she loved to eat, and so if we enjoy eating her, it will make her spirit happy." The father agrees and elaborates. This seems to make sense to the kids, but they are still wary.
3/6/11
I am visiting my friend Danielle in Boston and she is taking me to her apartment. She has kind of a sketchy way to get in though. It is a little humorous how she has to climb through someone else's apartment from above to get into her own. We are climbing down from a ledge into the other person's apartment, she has reached the door and I am not yet on the floor when the guy gets up from his perch and pulls out a gun, telling us to freeze. The gun is pointed at me.
3/6/11
I am walking up to the University Center on campus from the main crosswalk.The path seems more of an incline than usual, and it is talking me a long time to walk. There are kitttins lying in the path, and at first I think they are cute and wish I could get one, "remembering" that they sell/give away kittens some days on campus. Then I realize that these kittens are dead, mutilated like roadkill from people walking through them and decay from time and weather. I am horrified, and sometimes I pass by pebbles that are red with their blood. Immidiately after, I am trying to sign up for some kind of kitten adoption/salvation program on campus.
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