April 1, 2012

Me and my sister are riding in the cab of a Toyota truck with a family of eight other people. We are driving to a restaurant to eat. At the restaurant we are seated near John Cusack. Cusack keeps changing into a werewolf and flirting with the waitresses. When they serve us dinner I get a round patty of butter about an inch thick and everyone else gets a small pile of mashed potatoes. Cusack chases a girl out of the restaurant and I wake up.

March 31, 2012

I am in a gymnasium inside the house I grew up in. High school age kids are playing basketball and my cat is laying on the floor sick. I walk outside, it's night and there is fog. I can only see my house, and street lights off in the fog. My sisters dog is on the front lawn and my mom is standing on the grass. I look up and there are hundreds of UFO flying over head. And I think, "Jed is going to be so mad at me for not bringing my camera." They are all different shapes and sizes. One flies low enough that I can see the insignia painted on the sides. It is a blue circle with 4 green horns. Inside the circle is a white triangle. The white triangle has a blue triangle in it with a gold triangle centered in it.

March, 29 2012

This dream was big, but, I only remember pieces.

I was driving a silver 70's Chevy pick-up on a paved road. There was a bridge coming and I didn't want to cross. I started to turn around and where I was turning became a hill. I had to drive up the hill and go around a tree to get turned around. Once I was headed back down the hill, it never ended and I just kept driving down.

Next I was talking with actress Mila Jovovich and another actor. Every thing Mila said popped up in the air as subtitles. The only subtitle I can remember is, " "RED" lip stick." Then she put on red lip stick and her head turns into the head of the Harlequin Monster from The Nightmare Before Christmas. (I included a picture for your referencing joy.)

March 26 2012

30 was trying to convince me it was better than 70.

I was in a lecture hall learning that everything we call science-fiction is true.

March 25th 2012

I watch a 12 year old girl figure out how to blow up the moon. When it blew up it split radially like a pie chart. 55% going right, 25% falling down and a bunch of smaller slices going up and left.

Then I am surviving the Apocalypse caused by the lose of the moon.

March 23 2012

This dream was weird. unlike any that I can remember. It was different because it moved linearly, things made sense (even after I woke) and still now as I think about it. There were colors, smell, sounds, people spoke, and I had intense emotions and feelings while dreaming. I woke up and couldn't sleep again because I was so happy.

It started in a garden or park. I was with all my friends and they were planting flowers, plants, and trees. Everything was green and flowering. Everyone was there and as I walked through the park they all waved good bye to me or gave me a hug. At the gate to the park there was a subway car waiting for me. (this was above ground, polished steel with red vinyl seats, and only large enough for maybe four people to fit in). I waved good bye and got in the subway car. This is my death. I know that getting in this car is me dying. It isn't uncomfortable or scary, I'm not even worried. The doors closed. I am still standing but immediately felt like those first few minutes of comfort while falling asleep and being weightless at the same time. I close my eyes and sleep as the car starts to move.

When I wake up I am on the floor the the car asleep. As soon as my eyes open I realize I am in my body but it is all new. And it feels amazing. It is such an intense feeling of goodness, wholeness, and life that I started laughing and crying at the same time. The doors opened onto a normal looking train station or airport with shops and booths and vendors scattered around. I step out and notice that there are a bunch of other cars arriving at the same time. As I look down the line of people I have never met in this life I understand that I know all of them and who they are. We smile at each other and I embrace a few. (These aren't friends or family, I just know everyone that is around me.) As I start to move into the station the first booths I come on are A blue one for Pepsi, Green one for Mountain dew and Red one for Coke. they are separate from the rest of the station by the gate and no one is going over to them. They are trying to convince me why I should make their drink the one I like in my next life. I walk on.

I can remember everything. Everything from this life and from all the past lives but it's not important as what I am doing there so I don't think about it. I also am wearing the same clothes I died in. I am surprised to when my cell phone rings and that it is still in my pocket. I answer and a very official woman says, "I work for Sheba. Sheba has over 200 employees working for her here. She would like to sleep in your bed tonight if that fits in you schedule." (Sheba is the dog I had basically from birth until she died when I was 17.) I am still confused about all of this but I say sure and the woman hangs up.

I am still feeling goodness, wholeness, and life so intense that I keep stopping to weep or bust out laughing. I walk further into this station and realize that all the booths are are offering experiences for my next life.Some are happy, others are sad, others are difficult and some are simple. The one I remember the most is the offer to be a weaver for my profession because they were giving away free sweat bands for your wrists. All through this shopping wandering I would run into other people and we would hug and cry and laugh and then move on.

A woman came out of a room with a long list and started talking to me about it. It all made sense but I can't remember it now.

I woke up. 2:00 am.

March 22 2012

I am on the second floor of the house I grew up in from age 11-21.There were a few other people in the house but I don't remember who they were. I found a white cameleon that was thirsty. While I was trying to find him water I went up and down the stairs a lot of time. Once I found him some water he turned into a small black and white dog (beagle or mix breed).