everybody poops

Last night i dreamed i was asked to emcee some kind of charity event because ?Charlie Gaddy didn’t show. It was my former manager/friend Betty and another woman. Maybe my current manager Tammy with whom i’ve also worked for a lotta years. I agree to do it but i'm worried i'm not dressed for the occasion.. Luckily the ‘event’ is happening in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams so i go into one of the department stores to look at the dresses. I'm in the fine fashion dresses section looking for something nice to wear. All the dresses are satin and very slinky and i don't think any of them will look good on me because i'm too bulgy so i leave and go back to where the event is going on. As i walk back i see that the ‘stage’ is a half round kind of podium that Betty and Tammy will sit behind to take phone calls (actually, i see now it’s a reception desk like in a doctors office) and there are about thirty chairs set up in front of the ‘stage’. A couple of doctors are already seated. Behind the stage is a wall with openings on either side and behind that a large auditorium with packed seats. Apparently the ‘event’ is being televised for those people and i wonder how i will sound to them. It's still early and Betty and Tammy have gone off to do something. I need to poop so i go behind the podium to use the toilet that's there. As i’m pooping all the doctors begin to come and fill up the chairs and i’m kind of embarrassed because i know they know i’m pooping but it’s too late to stop and go into the bathroom that’s right behind where the chairs are.

Facebook = Public pooping.

The one dress i really liked was a sleeveless full length sheath dress, light peach color with piping running from one shoulder down to the bottom. The way the light shimmered off of it was beautiful but i knew that it would only look good on Angelina Jolie because of the color and because it would reveal every flaw on a normal woman.

water under bridges, empty glass

Return to a dream place i’ve been before. Lots of water and bridges. [water under the bridge] As i walk down the street of a neighborhood i see that somebody’s plastic barrel has tipped over and rolled away from their house. I keep walking to the end of the road and a man in a pickup truck picks me up. We’re driving on a bridge over a flooded creek and i again see the barrel that had left its house is floating in the flood waters. I think to myself that i will come back later and try to retrieve it and bring it back to where it belongs. We continue driving on a road that is familiar to me. [Awake i can't place it though.] As we round a curve i see the two outside benches from my house in the ditch on the other side of the road. Wrought iron and wood benches. [?iron and wood] I say to the driver that we have to turn around and get those because they’re sticking out into the road and somebody might get hurt AND if the benches can be traced back to him, he might be held responsible for any damages. We pull in to a paved driveway (i think it’s my Castlemill house). I jump out of the truck and put something in the garage and come back to the truck. The man has taken out the front and back window [empty glass] because the benches are too long to fit just in the bed of the truck and are going to have to be inside the cab too. We go back to where the benches are in the ditch and pull over to the side of the road as much as we can. Other cars are zooming around us. It’s rush hour. As we struggle to maneuver the first bench into the truck two other cars pull up and park behind us. An old lady gets out of the first car and another middle-aged man gets out of the other car. They each begin to help us move the benches into the truck and i wake up.

I’m in an auditorium, way in the back, not paying attention to whatever is going on on the stage. I’ve just received a catalogue order and i’m showing new clothes to some co-workers that are in the back rows. Tracy walks up just as i pull out a stack of slacks. I notice that she’s wearing a pair of the kind i just bought but hers are yellow and mine are sky blue. I hand my pants to her and ask her if she wants them because i think they’ll look better on her than me. Wake up.

I’m fast asleep and Strawberry Fields begins to play. I’m so tired. I wake up and as i’m deciding whether i really need to get up or not (was it the first snooze or second) i realize that it’s Saturday and feel so relieved i can stay in bed. Then Strawberry Fields begins to play for real and i really wake up and hit snooze. I don’t know whose room or bed i was in but it wasn’t any that i’ve ever had. It was so comfortable. Damn those false start dreams!

building a fire

Eyelids SO heavy this morning. I spent much of the night walking through the woods in dreams. I was picking up sticks to use as kindling for a fire. At one point in the dream Hazel the Golden Retriever was with me. She was finding sticks and bringing them to me. We found a little colony of people who lived in log cabins and she played with a little boy that lived there. When we continued on our journey, we somehow gained another dog companion. Not one i recognize but it was cute and played with Hazel and the boy (who had apparently followed us away from the colony).

Transition dream. Neither here nor there as i journey through Life’s forest. It seems i have a goal (build a fire) and wasn’t lost so that’s a positive transition.

Bad Voodoo dreams

It’s long after the fact by dream-time reckoning, but i’ll write what i can recall.

In the first dream, i’m a member of a small community. The ?school is having a large celebration of some kind. Homecoming? All of us students are gathered at the base of a very tall hill. I can hear people asking where ?? is and when was she was going to appear. She is the homecoming queen i think. It seems like we were gathered around a bonfire but i’m not sure now. Somebody yelled and pointed to the top of the hill. The hill is very high – maybe a half a mile above us and very steep. At the top is a wooden structure that reminds me of a Shinto shrine. It’s many storey’s high and at the very top is a kind of bell tower. The homecoming queen is in the tower and i can see that she has a rope around her neck. I can also see that the structure is on fire. Even as i realize what i’m seeing, the rest of the crowd also sees and the murmuring gets louder and louder. The entire structure, engulfed in little green and gold flames that look like shiny fish scales from so far down as we are, begins to fall towards us. As it gets closer i can see that the homecoming queen has rigged her suicide so that she will not be strangled by the rope until the building hits the ground. That is supposed to trigger her fall from the tower so she is hanged. Something doesn’t work right though and the building hits the ground. It knocks her out of the tower and into the flames. The rope is around her neck and only slowly strangling her. I see that one of her hands has green flames on it and she uses her other hand to try and put it out. I see the dismay in her face as she realizes that her plan hasn’t worked and she is going to burn to death and feel the fire. [Woke up]

In the other dream that i can remember some, i am alone in an abandoned town. It’s mostly gardens in the surrounding area with the buildings to the center. It’s a terraced landscape and four or five “layers” high. I’m running along a path to get to a large building at the top. It looks like it might be a courthouse or some kind of ‘important’ building. I’m terrified because all the animals have escaped and are after me. They’ve eaten everybody else they've caught outside and i know they'll kill me if i can't get to a shelter. As i’m running through the second level heading up i can see the leopards and lions racing after me on the level below. A hyena is right on my heels and my heart is pounding so hard i don’t know if i’ll make it. [All of the animals in the dream look like animal crackers but scary. They all have sharp teeth.] When i finally get to a ?barn and get inside, there’s a man there that begins to tell me about a man that used to work there and he was killed by some kind of monster inside the building. As he’s telling me about it, i’m living it. I’m the man ducking behind shelves and playing keep away from some large gray-skinned looking think that instead of a mouth has a shovel with teeth – like a steam shovel? Some kind of heavy equipment but organic. It’s disgusting. As i (as the man in the dream story) come around the last shelf by the door (where i’m standing, listening to the man tell me the story of the man and the monster) i (as the man in the dream story) come face to face with the horror it kills me and i wake up for real drenched in sweat.


Mostly i recall images and feelings rather than a coherent story. Today is Monday, so the dreams were Saturday night dreams and i was sleeping in a hotel in New Orleans. I'd eaten a lot of crab legs and shrimp for dinner so maybe the dreams were due to shellfish but i don’t know. The animal crackers chasing me was completely terrifying and even remembering it now makes me feel tense. The homecoming queen looked familiar i think, but i can't now remember who i thought she was. The flames were extremely beautiful.

All the world's a stage

In the dream, i’m ?backstage in an old wooden theater like from olden days. It was once pretty fancy but it’s been deserted for a long time it looks like. Red velvet curtains and scrolly carvings in the wood but the velvet is faded and dusty and the wood needs to be oiled and polished.

There’s a man at a desk, writing. I come up behind him and it’s an author of a book i loved and i tell him how much i enjoyed his part of the book. He tells me that he and the other writer are updating the story and are going to present it on stage later. I’m so excited about it and ask where the other writer is. He points me in a direction that takes me through the door onto the stage. I see the other man holding a sheaf of papers that is the rewritten story. As i approach i see that he’s mapping out stage directions for the production. He acknowledges me like he knows me and tells me that the plan is to have Supertramp open and ?? close the show. I immediately think Crisis? What Crisis? but have a picture of the cover of Crime of the Century in my mind. We discuss how much we enjoyed books and music from the seventies. I suggest maybe Golden Earring should open with Radar Love and he seems open to that idea.


The book(s) were some kind of fantasy tale in two volumes. Not Lord of the Rings but something similar. I don’t think they’re books from the awake world but i get a sense of A Midsummer Night’s Dream type of story with a guy wearing a donkey head. Bottom. Which would go along with the idea of a stage play. I can’t remember the other band that was going to play. Supertramp and…. it’s right there on the edge of remembering. It feels like prog rock and drums. ELP maybe? Hmm. That doesn’t feel right. Boston? Because i remember when the man said Supertramp would open and ?? would close, that i told him i though ?? should open and Supertramp should close but i also thought that the audience would like to hear Radar Love. Hmm. Yes. Boston i’m pretty sure. The cover of the first album could have been in the dream. The men were familiar to me but i have no idea who they were really. They looked like Roger Hodgson and Rick Davies but they were authors. Edger Allen Poe times two? I don’t know what the message is but it was a happy feeling dream.

might take a train, might take a plane

Dream 1 – I’m going on a trip and have to take a train to get to the airport. First i’m driving on a really confusing freeway to get to where the train is. As i’m driving though, i’m actually looking at myself driving from above and the road and the cars and even the train is actually just a ‘toy set’ made of plastic. The train is cute – black and white and the tracks are silver plastic like a train set i had as a kid. The scene shifts again and i’m inside the dream again, getting on the train. There are already a lot of people on board and i’m looking for a seat. I find one next to Audree and i feel better that i know somebody else on the train. It’s time to sleep and, still on the train, we each get our own bed. The beds are queen sized and there are four in each compartment. Audree and i are sharing with two men neither of us know but they know each other. I’m a little uncomfortable because i don’t want to change into my pajamas in front of other people but then we’ve arrived at the airport and have to get off the train to go into the airport. Now i’m back to the overhead ‘toy’ view and see that we’re coming up to a pretty sharp curve and the train starts slowing down. The conductor is lining all the passengers up to disembark into turnstiles and i don’t want to be stuck in the line so i decide to jump off on the curve to be first in line to get on the plane.


Dream 2 – I have to find the man wearing the witch doctor mask. All i know is that i’ll find him somewhere in the big square building. The building has four levels and is built into the side of a hill. On the side of the building i’m standing, i’m even with the third level so i decide to start there. The first room i enter looks like it’s going to be an apartment. It’s just framed out and there are four men working in the front room. They all have masks on that sort of look like witch doctors but they’re not the ones i’m looking for. I ask if the other man in the back has a witch doctor mask on and they just shake their heads “no”. I continue around the corner of the building to the next side but there’s no life over there. I reevaluate my instructions and decide i will find the witch doctor on the bottom floor on the other side of the building. Outside, i walk in the lush lawn to get to the lowest level. As i round to another side of the building where the lowest level is exposed, there’s the carcass of a deer in front of the corner. I check my instructions again and see several large yellow question marks inside that corner room and then i know that the dead deer has something to do with the witch doctor. I enter the apartment and there is the man with the witch doctor mask. Quest completed. A WoW sponsored dream. The big yellow question marks indicating the place to turn in a quest. And the Exodar was my home base this weekend and it’s all spirals to reach different floors. But the construction stuff… i got to work and the dismantling of offices has begun. There’s a big gaping nothing right outside my cube where two manager’s offices used to be. I can hear the workmen and their drills somewhere else in the building dismantling other walls. I wonder if they’re wearing witchdoctor masks. Or maybe just ‘doctor’ masks. My building is sort of like the one in the dream. If you go inside using the front door, it puts you on the first floor but if you enter through the back cafe entrance, you're in the basement level. The witch doctor mask was huge. It was sort of diamond shaped and made of wood and wicker. All the faces of all the men in the dream were hidden by masks but their bodies were young and fit in jeans and flannel shirts. I'm going to have to take a stroll through the building and see if there are really any hotboyz working.

retro fog

Scott is redecorating the living room of his house. [Really though it’s the living room of my Manassas house.] Instead of the big window on the front wall though, he’s put a great big mirror. Then, next to the small foyer next to the living room he’s put another narrower mirror that’s the same height as the big one. There’s also a small round mirror on the opposite wall [where the windows in the dining area would have been in real life]. I’m concerned that having mirrors reflecting into mirrors might set up some kind of weird infinity impulse but when i look into the round mirror, all i see is light and green summer trees reflected out of the big mirror behind me. I don’t like the way the second, smaller mirror looks on the wall and tell Scott so. I show him how i think it would look better if the edges of the wall were mirrored instead like one part is by the front door. He agrees that it needs to be different. Then, he’s bought a big couch from a couple for $500.00. It’s blue and long and comfortable but obviously well used. I can see where areas have been repaired. But it still seems like a good deal because i know he wants a couch that the dogs can lay on too. Mom tells me that really though he paid $2400.00 for it and i know it’s not worth that at all. I ask Scott about the price and he tells me that the agreed upon price was 500 but when he got the couch, the woman who was selling it told him that there were other costs he’d need to pay. I asked him what costs and he said that he had to pay for the fees for the lady’s husbands golfing place. I was super pissed about that and start yelling that the lady’s husband is a craniofacial plastic surgeon and has tons of money and i’m going to go over and speak to the woman and insist she give Scott his money back because for 2400 bucks he can get a really nice new couch. I drive to the surgeon’s house and the dream changes. The living room is redecorated with the mirrors the way i’d suggested (i like it) and there’s a new couch that’s red, white, and blue. The entire room is red, white and blue [very late sixties early seventies looking] and i like it better than how it was with that ratty 2400 dollar couch.

500 and 2400. Those two numbers were repeated numerous times in conversations within the dream. The plastic surgeon looks like Coach Amato wearing a suit and tie.

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I’m at a place where apparently i work. It’s time to leave and everybody heads to their cars. It’s just a regular drive home but when i turn on to my road it’s so foggy i can only see the car right in front of me. I stay practically right on the cars bumper. The driver is going very slowly. I’m not anxious or frustrated or anything though because i know that the driver has to follow the line on the edge of the road and it’s hard to see. There’s a house on the right side of the road that sells fresh produce. [Awake, i know this road really well but can’t remember from where. It’s similar to Johnson Pond road but it’s not so maybe it’s a road i’ve been on in a different dream…] The lady turns left onto the same road i would turn on to and i wonder if she thinks that i’m following her. I finally i get to my house [it’s a little subdivision house like when i lived in Meredith Woods] and the person i was following turns right into the driveway of the house next door. The driver gets out of the car and i see it’s a lady i work with (only in the dream place – i don’t recognize her). I smile and wave to her but as i’m going into the house i realize that if she lives next door i won’t be able to play hooky from work. It’s seven o’clock when i get inside the house [it’s the house i currently live in]. NOW i’m annoyed because i’m hungry and it took two hours to drive for two miles. I tell mom and dad about the awful fog as i go tearing through the pantry and refrigerator looking for something to eat. I’m tossing stuff out of the fridge over my shoulder and pissed i can’t find anything quick to eat. I do the same in the pantry and finally just grab a bottle of bottled water. They’re sympathetic but i’m still kind of mad. We go outside (and it’s still the country place i live now, not the subdivision) and i ask them to come on in my car and i’ll drive them to show them how foggy it is, but when i get back on the road, it’s all sunny and bright now and you can’t tell that it was ever even overcast.

The woman in the other car looks like a female version of Coach Amato and her hair is very fuzzy.

There were some other dreams too but they’re lost now.

Not Guilty

Melissa has called me in to her office. She insists that i work on a project. I refuse on the grounds that my faculties are no longer what they once were because of the drugs i take for depression. I tell her that i resent always being the one called upon to clean up other people's messes. She doesn't understand that the company has destroyed my brain. I've made up my mind to 'play along' but have pre-decided i won't use any of my brain gifts to help the project even if i can find the old spark.

Something about looking at report output and not even reviewing but marking it as "okay."

I'm on trial for 'insubordination' and Melissa is on the stand being cross-examined by the lawyer. I can tell that the jury doesn't like the way she flutters her eyelids and shakes her head and that they will probably find me innocent of her charges. I tell my lawyers that they should ask her why she hasn't asked my immediate peers to work on the project to show how unfair the situation is and has always been.

Ugh. Stress dream. It's not going to be anything like that. I'll be my comfy cube space, listening to my music, reviewing policy and trying to block out the noise from my funny and annoying co-workers. Nothing more, nothing less.