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Three Bad Dreams in One Night.

Dream One – Bear

What I remember of the dream – the bear was in Monkey's computer room (or the equivalent). At some point Monkeys had piled a bunch of pillows and blankets on it, and I was thinking that’s only going to make it hot and mad and more difficult to deal with. Later when Monkeys was going to try to move the bear out of the room/out of the house we were at MaryJane’s house. As usual, there were loads of people and children around, so I was really worried someone was going to get hurt. I kept wanting animal control or some professionals there. But Monkeys and Matt managed to get the bear in some plastic Hannibal Lecter type casing. It looked like the boys had taped him down with packing tape or seran wrap, too, and I wondered how they were able to restrain him to do that. Suddenly the bear, while still a real bear, looked like a kind of Harry & the Hendersons type furry creature. MaryJane and I were also in the kitchen, and I was uselessly holding down the door on the casing to keep him from breaking out, knowing I would not have the strength to have any real effect if he broke loose from the bonds. Even though he was tied down and in a plastic case he would occasionally rake his claws over me, doing no major damage, and demand potato chips. MJ said he didn't like chips with ridges and was afraid she didn’t have the right brand, but I made her give me any open bag figuring better something than nothing, and I kept wishing for Animal Control to arrive. I woke up in this “waiting” stage of the dream and whenever I closed my eyes I would start to go right back to that stage in the hopes of finishing/finding out what happened. Thankfully that passed, and I was able to go back to sleep.

Dream Two – Zombies

I think I was at a fast food restaurant with someone. I kept looking around at the other patrons, some of whom looked weird. I could see some of them changing. I know they were zombies, but I don’t know why/what’s causing it. It’s happening slowly, and people may even be discussing it. I don’t quite remember this part, but I know I ran. I ended up through some bushes and into another dimension, but zombies were there, too. I could see kids playing in a pretty and slightly fancy neighborhood with lots of hedges and bushes and trees. I tried to keep hidden in the bushes, but one of the kids separated from the rest to go home, and he found me. At this point, I’m a guy – not actually me. We go back to his house, and I’m hiding in the house. I can hear his parents and possibly siblings doing things in the house. The mom is getting dinner ready. She finds me. They want to make sure to keep me hidden from the dad, but he finds me and reports me. They have the zombies there, but in their world they don’t attack anyone. It’s more like a disease. When the sheriff arrives (who may be a zombie, but there was at least a zombie with him) they notice I “smell” different or something. They know that I’m not from this place and that I can be attacked. Whatever grace protects the denizens of this dimension, it doesn’t apply to me. And somehow, if they attack me it will free these zombies from that grace, and they can rampage here as well. But this is unsaid, and they have to play it cool to get me out of there, and I have to find a way to get away to protect these people and to get back to see what’s happening to my home. I woke up in this “waiting” stage of the dream and whenever I closed my eyes I would start to go right back to that stage in the hopes of finishing/finding out what happened – and that took a long time to pass. I had to actively stay awake for a while and think of other things to try to break out of this one because I didn’t want to know what would happen. There were quite a lot of zombies, and I didn’t think I would win that one.

Dream Three – Work

In real life, the Registrar’s Assistant – Janice – is working on a major project to make room in our vault. We have more student files than space, so records over a certain age are being scanned and stored electronically with the actual paper record destroyed to make room in the vault for new students. I’m helping whenever I have free time. In my dream, Janice was talking to me about this project, except when I looked at the “vault” it was actually my bookshelf at home. We were purging books. Plus I have all sorts of knick-knacks on there. In the dream I started piling my knick-knacks in a box (mostly stuffed animals and blank journals I didn’t recognize, but I could see stuff on the shelf I did recognize from my living room). I wanted to take these things home before they got destroyed at work. Many of my coworkers were in the dream, too, but they were just sitting around chatting. One of them was having me attempt to log on to the FSU website to register her daughter in classes. I was trying to get help from the head of our BSN department for some reason, but that wasn’t working out. I wanted to get this done so that I could return to the shelves. In real life I am no longer the primary evaluation-of-transfer-credits person, but in the dream I must have been because Janice asked me to limit myself to TWO folders from any letter of the alphabet per day in order to make it easier on vault filing. (So if I had 30 folders to evaluate, alphabetize them and if I had five people whose last name started with a “B” – only do two of them that day then move on to the next letter. That made no sense to me, because I’d get new folders the next day who may also have B names, so that pile would just grow on the corner of my desk. It might help with the vault, but it would wreck my office, so I wasn't happy.) This dream wasn’t so much a nightmare like the other ones, but it’s never fun to dream about work!



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Feb. 4th, 2010 05:10 am (UTC)

That would be a rough trio of dreams to wind up with in one night.

If anything bad happens tonight, feel free to chose Patty Melt. He's a fierce little sandwich, and will protect you from most things.
Feb. 9th, 2010 04:10 am (UTC)
I was craving patty melts after that. it's actually the reason i had grilled cheese tonight. I didn't have any ground beef, so it was just cheese.
Feb. 4th, 2010 08:15 pm (UTC)
Are you waiting for something? Like waiting for something to be over before you can move on to something else?

I had a nightmare last night where Alien/bugs land and take over the world (or something like that) me main bug likes me and plans to kill him off. So I jump in and do the movie "If I promise to go with you will you set him free?" crap. Which the bug agrees to. Apparently part of the deal is I get an hour alone with Kenton. That is it for the rest of our life. The bug leaves me and Kenton alone. He was sitting on a couch and I started sewing this elbow pocket around his elbow into the couch. Kenton looked at me and very gently asked what I was doing. I continued what I was doing and said "This is all I can do. The only way I can take care of you and show you how much I care" and I start to cry. Fortunately I woke soon after that. I got up and went to the bathroom and kept tearing up thinking about it. The emotions were so real.

What's weird is sometime after that I had an erotic dream.
Feb. 9th, 2010 04:08 am (UTC)
oh sarah - that's such a sad dream!!
Feb. 9th, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
It was. But now it's kinda a joke... because when I got back into bed that night Kenton kinda woke up and in my sleepy state I asked if we had be over taken by bug aliens. He said not that he knew of and we went back to bed. So now Kenton keeps telling me the bug aliens are not around.
Feb. 5th, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
Dreams like that happen to me when the bedroom is too hot. Was the heater on? =o)
Feb. 9th, 2010 04:07 am (UTC)
nope - it wasn't hot. actually , wait. maybe we had a bunch of blankets on the bed. it could have been hotter than i realized.
Feb. 9th, 2010 04:07 am (UTC)
last night i dreamt about buying iPods!
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