misplaced my car

When i check the parking lot i can see my car behind a small red sports car and i’m extremely pissed because all the cars are parked end to end and side by side so it would be impossible to get a of the ‘earlier’ parked cars out unless the cars at the front of the lines get out of the way. I push on the front end of the red car trying to make its alarm go off, thinking that it will make the owner come out. Nothing happens though, and by then i realize that it’s NOT my car behind the red one and my car isn’t in the lot at all. I feel kind of panicky that i can’t remember where i left my car. I leave the lot and go back in to the apartment (it’s not any place i recognize from waking life) and there’s a woman with a pretty little girl with brown corkscrew curls standing next to her. There’s another little girl in a stroller that looks exactly like the other little girl and i realize it’s a life size, look alike doll. I walk up to the doll and feel the hair and note how soft and real it feels then turn to the little girl and touch her hair and ask her about her doll. The mom smiles and takes the girl and the doll out the door and i follow thinking maybe they’ll remind me where i left my car. Back on the street (it’s a rough looking neighborhood) i check the cars parked along the street and my cars not there. I go to another place where i think it might be, and it’s not there either. I’m starting to think my car’s been stolen and i’m not sure what to do. If i go report it to the police they’ll want to know where i’d been and what i’d been doing so i decided to retrace my steps. I’d been in the doctor’s office where i used to work; met up with my former boss from my current job and we’d gone to a restaurant. I think she drove even though it wasn’t far from the office so i thought maybe my car was still at the office. But then i reasoned that i couldn’t have gotten home if that was the case and tried to remember what happened after the restaurant. I began to think that maybe i’d parked my car somewhere near the apartment but had left the keys in the car but when i checked my bag, my keys were there. Then i decided to walk around the parking lots and cars on the street clicking the panic button on the key fob to try and make my car alarm come on. It was no use, because my car has definitely been stolen. AGAIN. (My car’s been stolen in two other dreams i remember having and it pisses me off every time).

Duane, Gregg, and Layla

The setting is in the central square of a little, old fashioned town. The Allman Brothers Band is playing on stage and Duane is tearing up a version of Layla. I’m surprised and happy that he’s alive again. It seems like there are too many people on the stage but i’m not too concerned about it even though the stage is up pretty high. Gregg is dressed all in white and is standing behind a podium in the lawn in front of the stage and is performing the nuptials for ?me. There’s a man beside me in a tuxedo but i can’t see him clearly because the sun reflecting off Gregg’s white clothes is blinding me. We’re all laughing about how bright it is and how good it is to hear Duane playing again. It’s all very festive with lots of red balloons everywhere and i woke myself up laughing.

I think i’ve been to that town before in dreams but i’m not sure. Even though i know Duane is playing, i can’t see him on stage because there are so many people. Like the audience is all mixed in with the band or something?

Michelle in the Emerald City

Some how i applied for and got a job as Michelle Obama’s assistant. My job was to walk in front of her with a silver whistle in my mouth and let out a little ‘tweet’ to alert people around corners or in new rooms we entered that she was approaching. One time she had to remind me to tweet the whistle because i was so enthralled with my surroundings that i forgot. She was really nice about it though.

We were going on a journey and as part of a large diplomatic contingent, we were walking across a kind of tundra to another country. I can’t remember the name of the country now but for some reason i’m thinking that it was Scandinavian or something from Oz(?) As we walked in a long but scattered line i asked the man who was the envoy from the country to which we were traveling what this strange terrain was. He told me it’s normally a bog but it froze over in winter which is why we could walk on it. I noticed then that MichelleO was wearing a heavy, full-length red coat supporting that it was winter even though it wasn’t very cold. As we approached i could see the city. It wasn’t very large but had some tall buildings. Sort of Emerald City-ish but made from stone and steel. The one main building was in a deco style skyscraper similar to the Chrysler Building only wider.

We entered the building (me sounding the whistle every few feet) and it now dawns on me that Michelle is the Queen of England and she’s not wearing a coat, but royal robes. ?? There’s a disturbance and royal guards place Michelle under arrest. Since i’m her assistant i go with her to the room where she’s imprisoned. It’s in the same room where the ?seamstresses work. I blow on the whistle but they’re too busy to acknowledge the Queen of England so Michelle and i got into a little room off the main room. She’s sitting on a table and i’m in a chair asking her questions about her life. She’s very nice and down to earth (considering she’s the Queen) and i’m trying to understand why she’s been arrested since the country we’ve walked to is under the same kind of government (monarchy?)

That’s all i remember. You know... maybe the city skyline is Raleigh or some other small city i've seen but the terrain leading into it is unfamiliar. I don't understand the symbols of the dream but the overall feeling was positive. Even being arrested didn't feel scary or threatening. Mostly just puzzling.

Still raining, still dreaming

At some point in dreams last night, the reality of pouring rain weaved its way into my dream. I woke up (in the dream) and noticed it was pouring rain and was happy that i didn’t have to get up and could lay in my bed listening to the rain. I realized that i wasn’t in my own bed and it took me a moment to figure out that i was in my house but in the bedroom across the hall from mine. I could tell because my room has two corners (one out, one in) where the water pours off and the other room only has one corner and a long straight side and it’s not nearly as loud.

Then i woke up for real in my own bed and could hear the rain pouring off the roof from my two corners. And i was happy that i could lay there in my own bed listening to the rain cascading off the roof and didn’t have to get up (because it was apparently the middle of the night).

bits and pieces

I had taken the sabre-tooth to the vet for his depo shot. The vet was a lady doctor that i didn't know. As she examined him she noted a place on the side of his torso that appeared to be a cavity or furrow. She said it was cancer and he should be ? something. Put to sleep? Have the tumor removed? Since i didn't know her and didn't think he seemed sick, i took him and we went over to a barn and up into the loft. There was a man up there among the many bales of hay. I think he was painting a picture. I was worried about the sabre-tooth but didn't know what to do and was asking the man what he thought.

I don't remember the circumstances but ?? asked me if i would play baseball and handed me a wooden bat. I said i'd never played baseball but had played softball a long time ago so maybe i could hit. Everybody else on the team is in uniform but i'm in my street clothes. I'm kind of excited to feel what it's like to hit a baseball with the bat. As we walk through a tunnel into the indoor baseball field, i realize that it's NC State's team and that Blade will probably be in the stands. I'm overcome with shyness and tell ?? that i can't play after all. She asks me why and i'm too embarrassed to say. I turn around and go back into the tunnel.

whose house?

In the dream, there is apparently some kind of event or party in the town. A girl (?me) leaves the outdoor party and returns to a large white house. It’s a great big almost ante-bellum like place. Very beautiful. I go inside and hide in a bedroom with a canopy bed and colors mostly green and white. It’s very nice. There’s something wrong and ?my father is angry and coming after me. Curtis comes out from behind the green and white striped curtains and i don’t understand why he’s there but i know that if my father finds him it will be very bad. We go down to the “main” room – the living room i guess but it’s huge and open but it’s apparently an interior room because there are no windows. We feel somewhat safe there and i’m trying to get Curtis to tell me why he’s come and what’s going on but then large policemen in blue uniforms are banging on the front door. Curtis hides behind a couch and i run back up to my room thinking that maybe there’s another way out but there’s a policeman on a ladder outside my bedroom window and i can’t get out that way.

What i found fascinating about this dream is that it felt like i was a character in somebody else’s dream and that this dream, which doesn’t really have any meaning to me that i can feel, would mean something to someone else. Almost like i was exploring somebody else’s “interior castle.”

nautilus?

In the dream, i notice that my toenails are clicking when i walk across the tile floor. I reached down to tear the nail off my fourth toe on my left foot but i can't tear it. When i look at my toes i see that instead of toenails i have snail shells where my nails should be.

Living in two times at once

In the dream i'm lying on my bed and have just finished reading the latest Night Shade Hodgson book. As i put the book on the shelf next to my bed i have the satisfied feeling i always feel when i've finished a good book. I take off my reading glasses, put them in their case and replace them in the cubby on the nightstand, reach up and turn off the light while thinking to myself "I wonder if i read the previous book yet?"

That 'dream', in the recalling, seemed absolutely 'real'. That's such a usual occurrence in my life on this side of the looking glass that i'm wondering if i was overlapping with one of my other realities. I'm obviously ahead in that one because in this one i haven't even started reading the book yet. But i'm glad i'm going to like it!

Dream of the Blue Squirrel

I’m in the front yard of my house (Castlemill front yard though, i think) and i see something the blue on the ground, near a tree. It’s bluebird blue and at first i think it’s a toy or a sock. It looks at me and i realize it’s a squirrel. I kneel down and call it to me. At first it’s hesitant but finally, after much coaxing, it comes to me. It gets to my outstretched hand and for a moment i feel a bolt of fear that if it bites me and i can’t keep hold of it i’ll have to get a series of rabies shots. I know that if it was a regular squirrel i wouldn’t because there’s never been a case of rabies in NC from a squirrel but since it’s a blue squirrel i would probably have to get the shots. That thought comes and goes though because the squirrel gets on my hand and walks up my arm to my shoulder, where it perches. I’m thrilled to have the blue squirrel next to my face and can’t get over how soft its fur feels on my cheek. Then the radio is on and it’s WRDU back in the early days and i can hear Blade on the radio, live from Jaycee Park, talking about the myth of blue squirrels at NC State. The End

Ripe/Unripe

The dream setting is, i think, my now house but when it was still at Castlemill and before Waverly Place was built. I’m taking a walk through the woods and across fields. I come across a house with a garden. The garden is a nice tidy one, all weeded and with nice, straight rows. I notice a very large eggplant that really needs to be picked but decide i should ask first. I approach the house. It’s a simple old-fashioned, white one storey farm house. I go around to the back and can hear a woman in the kitchen washing dishes and she tells me to come on in through the screen door. I’m standing to her right, drying the plates that she hands me and putting them up in the cupboard in front of me. I notice the eggplant plant is in the kitchen and ask if she wants me to pick it. She says “okay” so i break off the stem and show it to her. It’s small now – too small to have been picked. I can tell she’s disappointed in me and i feel bad because i know that the eggplant was huge and ready to be picked. I have an idea and go back out to the garden. THERE’S the ripe eggplant, still on the bush so i break it off and bring it in to show here. She’s no longer in the kitchen so i replace the little eggplant with the ripe eggplant and hope that when the lady comes back she’ll see the giant ripe eggplant and forget all about me picking the little one and i’ll be off the hook. I leave through the screen door and continue walking through woods and fields to the next garden.

Woke up.

living dead grrl (post-mortem)

The dream features people from work. We're assigned to groups and have to perform surgery on each other. My group is me, and three of the RN's i work with or used to work with. CathyS, WendyA, and ??

We're taken to a dank, dark room with cement floors and big wooden tables. The tables remind me of the school desks from elementary school. Beat up and dented but extremely solid. So our task is to remove tissue from the breasts and abdomen, then we'll examine the tissue microscopically. I get sidetracked by something and when i come back to the surgical "suite" Wendy is saying she'll be first. Cathy is running the show. Who IS that other person? Cathy has her fill the syringe with the anesthetic and says "We've already given her an injection but she's still awake so give her another." I tell her i'm not scrubbed and she points to the sink and the sterile gloves and i get scrubbed. At the table, i cut into Wendy's chest and remove her breasts. Cathy and ?? have already taken the flesh from her abdomen. We finish up and send the tissue to be processed. We feel pretty good about our work.

It's the next day now and i catch up to Wendy and Cathy entering the ?hospital. I ask Wendy how she's doing and she points to her now flat chest and says "GREAT!" and i can see that she's not wearing a bra and i'm kind of jealous and say "I can't wait to get mine off!"

We're back in the surgical suite and apparently i'm going on the table this time. I begin to get nervous and have second thoughts about have my boobs removed. Plus i'm concerned that when they open my abdomen they might accidentally hurt my kidneys. I ask if they would take pictures of my open abdomen and Wendy says it's probably not a good idea and i see her point. I'm feeling a little bit panicky because i'm sure there will be complications until i remember we didn't actually open up Wendy's ab we just took flesh from outside the peritoneum.

That's all i remember. Icky dream.