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Category: Dream Journal

I was moving into a new place. An apartment in a retail district or downtown somewhere. The entrance was on street level, but it was two stories. The ground floor wasn't very open... a lot of corners and hallways. I went upstairs and found myself in a loft with two queen sized beds. I knew one was my bed and the other belonged to one of my roommates.

I looked out the window and noticed the blinds were on the outside, but there was a string on the inside I could pull to make them open. I recognized the street we were on in the dream, but it's not a street I know from real life.

I still needed to move all my stuff in, so it was bare except for the beds. I looked in the walk-in closet. It was nice sized. I walked around and noticed there was an opening to another loft where there were two more beds. I think one of my roommates who was going to stay in that room was a lady I work with in real life. I looked in their closet, and it was twice as big as the one in my room.

Then I noticed a metal door that only came up about neck high. I opened it and that's where the toilet was. You'd have to crouch down to get in there and there wasn't much room to close the door. That didn't bother me in and of itself, but I thought how much I would hate to go in there if there were people in the bedroom.

Then I noticed a girl go into another closet downstairs. I went downstairs to look. The girl was gone, but there were a couple of treadmills and a bunch of other things in there. I thought one of them was my treadmill, and I was glad because then I wouldn't have to move it myself. But then I remembered I gave my old treadmill away and my new treadmill was lighter. (In real life, I gave my treadmill away, but I didn't replace it).

I think at one point I said that the Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum was on the same street as the apartment, but someone told me it was a block over. Then I remembered it was.

I was with some friends in a building kinda like a student union at a university. Maybe just a classroom building with an area with couches and tables. Tommy Lee Jones was there talking to me. He was telling me that he's making a movie called "Cheer Up." I told him that I knew that because I worked in a building where they were filming one day. He said they would be filming at the University of Texas soon and seemed to want me to go. He took my hand and started writing on my palm. He was really charming.

I looked at my palm. The writing was in light blue fine tipped marker ink. There was a paragraph and some bullet points. I don't remember exactly what it said, but from one or more of the bullet points, I realized he wanted me to spend the night with him. But only one night. He was very specific about that.

I asked if he would walk out with me. When we got to the door, I told him that while I thought he was extremely charming, I couldn't spend the night with him. He said he understood and left.

I went back inside and found my friend Keely. We left and I told her what had happened. I showed her my palm, but by that time the ink was smeared.

My dream took place in a house that I made up. It was a combination home and workplace. My real-life coworker Bruce worked there, and he might have lived there, too, but I'm not sure. I think so. I think my friend Rob from England lived there, too. At one point, I came back to my desk (which wasn't anything like a cubicle work desk.. more like a kitchen counter without the kitchen stuff), and someone had rearranged my computer. Everything was stacked like it was almost going to fall over, but not.

I started rearranging it back. I had a very small tv style monitor in addition to my computer monitor. The small monitor went with a web camera. I put the monitor up on a shelf where I could see it and decided to point the web camera at Bruce's desk without him knowing. I'm pretty sure he was the one who rearranged my desk.

Next thing I know I was going out, probably to lunch. I was at the front door looking down the hallway to the bedrooms, and I told Bruce "Bye." I walked out and got about 10 steps down the street and realized I didn't have shoes on, so I went back in to get some.

I went in my room, and it had been changed. The ceiling fan was gone. There were new lights hung over the upper portion of the bed. There were 5-6 of them in a row across the room, and they were hung very low. If I sat up in bed, I'd knock into them. They weren't all the same bulb styles either.

I think I decided to change clothes or something because now I was trying to put on a bra. But I was trying to do it under my shirt or a jacket because the door to my bedroom was open, and I didn't want to expose myself if I could help it. It was taking me a long time to get the bra on. I remember I got the hook-and-eye things misaligned one time. I guess I finally got it on, though.

Later, I had left the room and come back. This time, when I walked in the room, I noticed an indention in the floor. It was as if someone had layed down a gourd mandolin, and it had sunk into the floor and left the hole. The carpet was perfectly formed into the hole. I was staring at it, and connected it with a guy who made a mandolin for my friend Rob. Rob and the guy showed up at that point. I don't know that guy in real life, but in my dream, he was small and disfigured. He apologized for making the hole.

Then they were gone, and I was sitting in my room. A really short guy came in who I think I had met earlier. He started hugging me. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to hug me, but I didn't stop him. We talked a little, then he was behind me and hugging me. That felt really nice, just to have him hold me. I was considering asking him to come to lunch with me, but I didn't know what we would talk about, plus I wasn't sure if I wanted to start a friendship/relationship with him.

I was at a school or mall cafeteria talking with some friends who were sitting at a table. Someone came up and said that they wanted me to be in the movie they were filming that day. My friend Bruce was making the movie. He wasn't the director, but he was the lead actor. I couldn't believe they picked that day because I had just bought a new hat, and I had hat hair! I kept saying to people, "They picked today to do the movie, and I have hat hair!"

The director took me over to one of the serving places and told me when he started filming, to order a couple of poquitos. So I stood and waited, but it was taking a while. People kept coming up to really order food, so I'd let them go ahead of me.

I was considering ordering something else. Like some breakfast tacos. I didn't know what poquitos were, so I felt stupid ordering them. I asked the lady what a poquito was. She showed me something that looked like a hamburger with no top bun. I asked her if it was hamburger or sausage. She said it was a big sausage pattie with a hole in it. Inside the hole was a mixture of corn and tomatoes and onions and red sauce. She tipped one up, so I could see inside. It looked pretty good, so I felt comfortable ordering it.

I was sitting on a couch with Kyan from "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy." We were holding hands. But not like a romantic thing. He's gay you know. We were just good friends. All of a sudden, he let go of my hand, said "Yuck!", and shook his hand like he was shaking water off of it. He said he didn't like my fingernails. He said the first time he saw me, he noticed how awful my fingernails were.

I wasn't offended in the least. I mean... he's one of the Fab 5, so that's his job!

Then he took my hand and pulled out a magic marker. Instead of ink, it had salsa in it. My fingernails had chipped polish on them. He took the marker and marked on my fingernails. The salsa came out and faded my polish and smoothed out the edges. It didn't remove the polish... just made it so we could polish over.

Then he polished my nails with a pale pink color that blended in with my skin. It was quite beautiful.

I was in a meeting at work. Then I realized in 10 minutes, I had to go to another meeting with the division directors, Ken and Suzy. So I waited about 5 minutes and told the person who was leading the current meeting that I had to go to the other meeting. She looked at me funny. My interpretation was that because I was on loan to her section, she thought I should go to the meeting Ken and Suzy was having with her section instead of my real section. So I asked, "Oh, should I wait and go with this section?" She said, "No."

So I went to the other meeting. I was one of the first ones there. I sat down and that's when I realized the person leading that other meeting *was* Suzy. D'oh! That's why she looked at me strange. I told everyone who was in the room so far what I had done.

I had to go get a pencil before the meeting started. When I came back, they were singing Happy Birthday to someone. I saw some people carrying a cake into the room, so I went to help them. There was a cake already in the room, and I was helping carry another really tall skinny cake. As we were setting it down, the cake toppled, and I tried to catch it. My left hand ended up on the other cake. Someone said, "It's okay, there's already a clown where your hand is." I looked under my hand, and sure enough, there was a picture of a clown.

The next thing I knew, Suzy was waking me up. I had fallen asleep right there at the cakes. I was embarrassed because everyone saw me.

Then everyone was looking out the back window. There were fast moving dark clouds with red and orange in them. We all thought we were going to have a tornado. So I ran to the middle of the house (we were in a house now). I stood in a doorway. I could see outside, and saw tornadoes forming. Sometimes it was very colorful like an acid trip (or how I think one would be). Sometimes it was just regular looking hard rain.

We fully expected the house to be torn down or damaged, but nothing happened, and the storm passed.

We went back to the meeting room. I sat down, but I wasn't feeling happy. Robert DeNiro was sitting next to me, so he held my hand. I was thinking that I should blog about how it feels good for Robert DeNiro to hold your hand when you're down, but I realized no one would believe that I knew Robert DeNiro.

After the meeting, I drove to a house where there was supposed to be a party. I parked, but something happened, and I had to drive somewhere else and come back. I was unhappy that I would lose my parking place, but when I got back, it was still there.

Inside the party, all I remember is that it was being held by snobby people. I don't remember what happened, but I know I wasn't part of the "in" crowd.

I was going home from work or school. I lived with my parents in the house I lived in up until 7th grade. I got to my street, but there was a traffic jam. I got on a tricycle and rode it almost home. I decided to take the tricycle back and walk home. I saw a little girl and she said it was her tricycle. I said I had borrowed it, and I hoped that was okay, but I was taking it back now anyway. She said it was okay. She was real nice. I decided she was too little to know that it wasn't okay for me to take her trike without permission. I didn't want her to be mad at me, but I started to explain to her that it really wasn't okay for me to take it.

I got home and my mom was there. She asked me, "Do you want to go home?" We were moving, and I knew she was referring to our new house. But it made me mad because I realized that meant they moved my stuff while I wasn't home. I had been deprived of setting up my own room.

We went to the new house and my mom and dad were on the ground floor. This house isn't the same house we moved to in real life. But it was real nice on the ground floor. I was a little afraid to go up to my room, but I started to go up there. The staircase was long and straight. It was so narrow that the rails touched my hips. There was a high ceiling, and I was thinking they had to carry boxes and things about shoulder height to get them up there.

I got to my room. First thing I saw was that she had bought new linens and a comforter for my king sized bed. But it made me mad because she didn't ask for my input. She had made the room look like she wanted it without asking how I wanted it to look. I noticed the room was oddly shaped... like a distorted triangle. There were dark wooden cabinets, bookcases and counters all around the walls. There was a twin sized bed coming out of the cabinet space on one side of the room. The beds took up most of the floor space.

Then I noticed the TV. It was a really old TV that I had when I was a kid. It was so old, it didn't have a remote. I had a nice big TV in my old room. It really made me mad that I didn't have my nice TV. I picked up the little TV and started to rip all the wires out of it. It had a lot because it wasn't cable ready and my dad had rigged it up to access the cable. As I picked it up, it changed into a smaller black and white TV. Once I detached the wires, I was going to throw it, but I don't think I did.

I went downstairs and started yelling at my mom. "Where is my big TV?!!!" She didn't answer at first. Then she said, "It went really fast." Meaning she had sold it. I was fuming!!!! I started crying and yelling in the dream. I even woke myself up crying and yelling in my sleep, but went right back to sleep.

The dream went on. I never went back in my room, but there was other stuff going on. There was stuff about sending mail. And I think we went to other people's houses for something, too.

Saturday night, I dreamed that the outside of my duplex looked different. It was way cool with a brick exterior and nooks where I could put plants and stuff. Just on the inside was a tiered waterfall with steps going up beside it. At the top, I thought there was probably a jetted whirlpool tub at the top. I didn't go up the stairs, but I got up there by going another way. When I got there, someone I went to high school with (I think it was Anna Baronowski) showed up. Turned out the tub and whirlpool belonged to her.

Last night, I dreamed I moved into a new house. I hadn't really explored it much for about a week. Then I went in the kitchen to do some cooking or something. It was a thin kitchen. Like a hallway with the counters, cabinets and appliances on either side. I looked out one of the doors and noticed another stove top in the room next to it. When I went into that room, it lead to another room I didn't know was there. In there it looked like an office. Then I noticed it was kind of like a store with a store front. I realized it wasn't really part of my house. I followed it around to some other offices and stores. I asked a lady why all this was attached to my house, and she didn't understand why I was asking that. Then I realized it wasn't attached to my house. I don't know how I got there, but I had to go back home through the streets.

When I got home, I realized all the doors were unlocked. I was particularly disturbed that the sliding glass door was unlocked because I realized it had been that way ever since I moved in. Then I thought someone was probably in the house. I saw a shadow on the door to a bedroom. I started growling and saying, "I see you there!"

A man came out. He was a salesman. He got my address because I had cashed in on a mail in rebate. I asked him why he entered my house when I wasn't there, but he wouldn't answer that question. He was real pushy.

I decided to go to church. I got there and saw that a guy I work with, Hank, was the preacher. He was in the pulpit. The congregation was small, and they were sitting in bleachers at the side. I walked up to Hank. He asked me if I wanted to take the sacrament. I asked him what I would have to do. He said I'd just have to eat it. So I agreed. We went in front of the pulpit, and he pulled out a round white chip thing and said something. I ate it. He looked at me like I was supposed to say something, so I said, "Thank You." Later I thought I should probably have said "Amen." I went to sit with the congregation.

I sat by CM. He was dressed formally like usual. After church, though, he changed into less formal clothes. He was dressed like a biker.

I was in the kitchen. I noticed the blender in the corner behind the sink started rising. I saw a little plastic devil toy peek out from behind it. It had a knife. Perhaps it was coming after me because of my expose on the Toy War in my neighborhood. Later, I was pulling on its limbs. They were plastic tubes connected with string. My intention was to cut the strings.

I dreamed I was on a vacation. I don't know where we were, but we'd been there a couple of days. All we'd done is stay in the hotel and go out to eat in the evenings. I was with a couple of guys, but not *with* either of them. We were staying in separate rooms. We got in the car, and I thought we were going out to eat, but the guy driving (Bruce from my work) said we were going someplace else. It upset me some because I hadn't brought my camera. Bruce didn't understand why I was upset. I just told him I needed to start bringing my camera with me everywhere.

We got where we were going and 3 people met us. One I already knew from when I started work where I work now. She's not someone I knew in real life.. but I did in the dream.

We went inside the building and the guys I was with snickered because there were Hallmark type posters for birthdays and Easter and such all over the walls. They were making fun that the women had been allowed to decorate the place. One of the women said she was in business selling those posters.

The place kinda turned into a place where people go for a retreat. I was in with a whole group of people now. I wanted to find where we were going to sleep, but they weren't showing us that place. I found out later, they hadn't decided whether the girls or the boys would be sleeping inside. I really didn't want to sleep outside.

I wasn't feeling like getting involved in any of the activities. I was sitting on a couch with another girl and there was some activity going on. The leader of the activity said he wanted the two of us to go up and sing. I said I would, but when I got up there, they didn't have the lyrics written down. I couldn't sing because I can't remember lyrics. When it came time for me to sing, he handed me the microphone. I started to sing, but then I looked at him and said, "I can't sing it."

He was real mean and said, "You know there's an almond factory you could have gone to instead." I banged the microphone down on his desk and went back to sit down. I wasn't feeling well to begin with (allergies), and I hadn't volunteered to go to this place, and now I was being treated poorly.

The girl I was with came back to sit down and she acted unhappy with me, too. The guy came over just as I was telling her that I can't remember the lyrics. He said that makes a difference, and he understood. She said, "It doesn't make any difference to me." They both took out pieces of paper and were writing on them like they were grading me on my participation and performance. I asked if there was some kind of contest going on. I don't remember the answer.

Later I said to myself that I really wish there was an internet connection, so I could write this stuff in my blog. Someone overheard me and said something else mean. Another person later reminded me that I could have gone to the almond factory instead.

I got a notepad and was writing all this stuff down, but then I was afraid someone would get it and read it and make fun of me some more, so I wrote it in code.

Later, someone came to talk to me. She was nice. She asked me if I had anything to eat in my bag. I looked and there was a lot of chocolate. There were a couple of melted ice cream sandwiches, too.

I got up to throw them away, but walked down the block for some reason. I ended up in a bad part of town and some guys were trying to attack me. I ran back to the place, and they followed me. Somehow I was safe at the place. One of the attackers said to leave the two girls alone. The other attackers thought that meant back down altogether, but he explained that he only said two girls, and there were more. It meant that they could attack me if I came out. (This part was a lot weirder than that, though. Somehow the girls, including me, were inside packets like pop rocks or koolaid. You know... one of those weird things that only make sense in dreams).

I bought two tickets for a small plane to Ziore. I don't know where Ziore is... I think I made it up. It's out of this country, though. I think the other ticket was for my friend Eric Steffensen (aka the tarotkid). We had to answer some questions before we could go, but I don't remember the questions. We got on the plane, and it was laid out like a hotel lobby with places to lounge and also tables to sit and eat or whatever.

This is one of those dreams that keeps starting over.

I got tickets again. I got on the plane. We were taking off, but we weren't at an airport. We had to take off from the streets. I think we were in some strange version of San Marcos, Texas. We were gaining speed and turning corners. We were on the part of the street where we were going to take off, but some kids on big wheels were on the street. We could still take off until the last second when a little girl on a pink tricycle turned in front of us. So we turned down another street to circle back.

Back at the airport, I needed to hurry to buy tickets to make the plane that was leaving at 2:00. But I didn't make it.

There was another part of the dream where I went to Eric's apartment. There was tension between us. I don't know why I was there. It wasn't to visit Eric. It was kinda like maybe I needed a place to hang out for a little while. I went in the bathroom to brush my hair.

I guess the dream changed completely because I was at my desk and my manager called to see about one of the projects I'm working on. I'm editing a user guide and the screens on the application it describes to make everything consistent. I told her I was going through it a third time. I said that's how I work... I have to go through things several times because I miss things otherwise.

I also remember shaving my legs. I was shaving them dry, and that's never a good thing. So I decided to put lotion on my leg even though I knew that was going to gum up my razor.

I was at a restaurant with a female friend. I was sitting across from her talking. The lighting changed somehow, and I could hardly see her, so we moved the table around. Later, I realized I had dozed off at the table. I looked up, and it was 1:30 in the morning.

My female friend was dead. I zipped her in a body bag and somehow I was hiding behind a wine glass. Then I turned out the lights and sat in the chair at the table and hoped no one saw me.

There were investigators there the next day. I didn't know what happened, and I was trying to keep a low profile. I realized that when I woke up at the table the night before, we weren't at the table we were at before. That table still had the drinks on it as if we had just stepped away.

I knocked a little frame off a shelf at the restaurant and broke it. There wasn't a picture in the frame. It was oddly shaped... like 3 times as wide as it was tall. And it was only about 3 inches tall. It was ceramic, but I can't remember what was on the frame. Flowers or teddy bears... something like that. I was trying to keep the owner from seeing that I broke it, but she came over. She was disappointed. I wanted to replace it, but I noticed it was numbered. 1 of 50. It was irreplaceable. I was thinking about looking on Ebay, though.

I went outside and a waiter followed me. He was my boyfriend. I was trying to talk to him about my dead friend and what had happened, but then the investigators came out.

I was going to my car, but it had snowed and melted again. For some reason, that made the dirt get way up on the cars. I was going to have to dig it out. I noticed that the car next to mine had parked too close and was actually crunched into the side of my car. I was mad. I think it was this lady's car who I used to work with... deborah powers.

At home, I got up in the morning. I was looking in the mirror and singing. It looked like one of my upper front teeth were missing. But it was cracked and bent back. I bent it forward into its normal position and started looking for my dental insurance information. I was upset because I was going to have to take off work. I was thinking maybe my tooth got cracked at the restaurant when I was out of it. Like when my friend was being murdered.

There was also something about flying to the Northeast, but I think that was a different dream I had before this one. I remember being at the airport, but that's about it.

I was at someone's house. I looked in a closet or pantry and found some skin cleanser/exfoliant that I used to use, but had completely forgotten about. It was bright orange and smelled really good. This stash belonged to Isabel from Roswell. I guess I was at her house. I had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom had the washer and dryer in it. We were washing a blanket and the soap we used made the water bright yellow. I closed the door to go to the bathroom. I noticed that the shower was running and that it sprayed right down on the toilet. I decided to use the bathroom anyway. After a minute, though, I got tired of the water spraying on me, so I called out to someone to shut it off. Maria from Roswell came in. She was concerned that she would turn the wrong knob and make the hot water spray on me.

I noticed that the water was getting into the toilet, and the water level was rising. I noticed there was a lot of ice in the toilet, too. So I flushed it.

There was some other stuff about a man being guilty of something. He would trick people somehow. I can see him, but I can't remember what the scam was. It was a surprise that he was in on the scam, though.

I was outside with a couple of friends at night. I looked up and saw something shooting around the moon fast. I told my friends to look, but of course, it was gone by the time they did. But then it showed up again. Very quickly it fell to the Earth. It bounced right in front of me. Not at a speed like it had just come from the moon, but like someone tossed it up in the air. It was a silvery gray sphere about 6 inches in diameter. It bounced up and hit me on the chest and fell back to the ground. I was afraid it had radiation or something, but I felt okay. Then the dream changed, and I went to a friend's house. It was actually the same place I was when I saw the sphere come to earth. I went in the backyard with Lily so she could potty. I looked up and saw lots of stars. Some were moving. Like they were chasing each other. I thought it had to do with either the war or aliens.

I went back inside and I noticed Lily had something in her mouth. It was something like spinach dip (spinach and white cheese) wrapped in almost dried leaves. I grabbed it and pulled most of it out of her mouth and threw it back in the yard. Then I went inside to wash it off my hands.

I had to throw something away, so I went over to the trash bags. I had some clothes in my arms, so I tucked them between my knees. It was hard to get to the trash bags because I had to step over some things and reach. When I finished, I realized I didn't have any pants or underwear on.

I could see my friends in the living room, so I wanted to put my pants on real quick. I had my jeans, but not my underwear. When I pulled my jeans on, they were way too big.

My friend Michael came into the kitchen and was going outside. I told him to look how big my jeans were, but he didn't pay attention. I followed him outside. I looked up at the sky again and saw a lot more points of light moving. I told him to look, too.

I found a little kitten in my trash can in the dining room. At first it was white, but then it kinda took on Lily's (my dog) coloring. I looked in the pantry to see if I had something to feed it, but I found that the tops on both the cans of tuna had come loose. So I threw them away. There was some kind of silent auction in a neighborhood. I worked the auction on Saturday. On Sunday, I forgot about it. I was walking Lily and ran across a box that someone had left for me that I was supposed to take to the auction. I think it had all the papers and records and things to run it. I looked at the time, and it was already 4:30. That's the time the auction would already be over.

I went back home to get my car to come back to pick up the box. But I went to my friend's house. She asked me about the box. I acted like I didn't know what she was talking about. She got mad at me. There was something about a shopping trip in New York that was tied to the auction.

I was in a new place to live with Lily. It was a fourplex, I think. I was coming back into the house and I remembered that there was a radio show and chat I was supposed to go to. But it was almost over. I had forgotten that, too.

I got in and checked mail. The last few mails I had send to my friend said I was taking Windmill out for a walk, etc. I was calling Lily, Windmill. In other emails I called her Windrun and Runmill. Somehow I thought that was her name before I got her.

I didn't know the others that lived in the fourplex, but I was in the process of buying the whole thing. I was waiting for some legal stuff to happen. Kitty cats kept showing up in my place. I liked that. They got along with Lily, too. And someone kept bringing food, but not while I was there. One kitty cat woke up and moved and a bunch of food fell off him. The mysterious food bringer had put it on top of the cat.

There was one cat who was weird looking. He was white with very short hair and small blue angular lines on him. He kinda looked like a pixar animation, though. Or like a creature I saw in Lord of the Rings that some orcs were riding.

Lily seemed to get along with the cats okay. I was in the kitchen and heard something crash down in the other room. Lily wasn't there, but the window was open. There was a screen, but I checked the screen, and it was loose. I guess that's how the cats were going in and out. Lily had jumped or fallen out of the window. I could see her standing out there. I went outside and she had broken her leg.

I went inside to look for an emergency vet. I called, but the line was busy. A guy from the TV show Roswell, Sheriff Valenti, was in my dream and told me he would fix the screen. I looked at all the screens. One was so loose that I told him it needed to be replaced. He said he would see (like he didn't want to replace it, but he would do something).

Then my friend Leo started moving into one of the bedrooms. It was an old beat up wooden floor kind of place. But his bedroom looked freshly painted and very nice. I asked him a bunch of questions because I didn't understand why he was moving in. Then my friend Keely was there. I think she was going to move in, too. I told them I was buying the place, so I didn't understand why they were moving in and I didn't know about it.

Then another guy from work who I don't know very well, Dan Jones, showed up with his brother. Apparently, they owned the place. I had signed something and given money to start the buying process, but that was the end of it. I was real mad and started crying and yelling.

I was at work, and it was lunchtime. I decided to go out and ride my bike somewhere south of downtown. I was riding on the feeder road. At one intersection, I was pedaling pretty fast and almost ran into a lady pushing a baby carriage. I didn't knock her over, but we kinda got tangled up. I looked behind me and saw a policeman driving up. He didn't stop, though. At the next intersection, there was a big hill to ride up. I started to, but couldn't. So I got off the bike and was going to walk it up, but it morphed into a big chasm kinda thing that was impossible to go up. There was someone else there. I'm not sure if it was the lady who had the baby carriage before or if it was a jogger. She was going deeper into the chasm.

I decided to ride my bike under the overpass and see if I could continue on that way. But my bike was all beat up from almost running into that lady and trying to go up the chasm. So I walked under the overpass with it. I checked the front tire and it was off the rim and torn up. I was relieved to see that the restaurant I was going to was right there. It was next to an IHOP. I suddenly realized I might not have any money. But I checked my pocket and I had 2 $20 bills and maybe a $5 and a $1 bill.

I decided to just dump my bike off in the grass by the parking lot because I didn't want it anymore. For some reason I didn't go into the restaurant right away. I don't know what I was doing, but next thing I knew, a family had gotten the bike and was polishing it up. One of them said to me, "I wonder why someone would just abandon a perfectly good bike like this?" I said I didn't know.

I went inside the restaurant. It had changed into a micro brewery. I was disappointed, but decided to see if I could get something to eat anyway.

I asked if they had alcohol free beer (because I don't drink much alcohol, plus I had to walk back to work afterward). The lady looked at me funny, but said they did and poured me a sample. I tried it, and it tasted good. That's weird because I don't like beer.

I noticed a fridge with some food in it. I had to crane my neck and stretch over the bar to see in. I saw a big loaf of round bread that looked like it had spinach and feta cheese inside. The lady confirmed that's what it was. It looked like it was breathing, but she said a guy who works there was in the back side of the fridge moving it around. Apparently, there was a door to the fridge on the backside, too.

Next thing I know I was in the back of the restaurant. There were lots of desserts that I was asking about. Oreo cheesecake, something with raspberries, and a bunch of other really rich looking goodies. I was going to get one, but then I was recording a song. I got it all recorded, but I was clicking buttons really fast and didn't click save. It saved 3-4 tracks, but not all of them. I said I would record the rest again later.

There's more stuff in the dream that I can't remember. I think my previous dog, Mandy, was in it. And something about my purse tipping over onto the floor. And a coke or candy machine.

I noticed some water leaking from the ceiling over my stove. I wanted to put my new bucket under it. I reached under the sink, but the bucket I pulled out was smaller than the one I bought. I put it under the leak, but it filled up immediately. The water was leaking faster and getting into the burners and down under the top of the stove. I found the bigger bucket. But by this time, I noticed water coming from the ceiling in other places. I noticed the walls starting to look weird. I think there was water all in the walls, and it was seeping through. Then I heard what sounded like a waterfall from the ceiling in the bedroom. There were 3 streams of water coming down.

I called the landlord. He came over and was distraught. He was examining the carpet and accidently ripped it. It ripped very easily.

I was at my computer and was trying to send an email. I noticed out my window that the apartment building next door was pretty much demolished [note: there isn't an apartment building next door in real life... it's another duplex]. There were people trying to clean it up. I realized that the problem I was having wasn't isolated to my duplex, and it was causing major damage throughout the city.

The walls starting getting holes in them from being so wet. One of my wall hangings (a fabric picture from South America in a real nice frame) broke into pieces and fell off the wall.

The dream changed and there were boxes and bags of stuff on the floor (I don't know where I was). A group of us were supposed to pick out the bag or box we wanted. It was kinda like a gift, I guess, but I don't know why we were getting them. I was looking through the bags and boxes, but couldn't decide which one. Some had chocolate candy in them. I wanted one of those, but I wanted to find the one with the best candy. But I took so long to decide that everyone else grabbed up all the good ones. I think I ended up with one that had some clothes in it. It was okay, but I realized I shouldn't take so long to decide what I want or everyone else will get all the good stuff.

My landlord started making changes to my side of the duplex added sidewalk. Someone started running water in the sink and flooded the cabinet below (my garbage disposal fell off, so the water has nowhere to go). My camera was under there, but didn't seem to get messed up by the water. Part of it was hanging loose like it shouldn't, though. I was trying to take a picture of my dog, but I couldn't get it pointed correctly. Steve Iannetti called... he was doing a paper for his university. I picked up the phone, but acted like I wasn't there... like he was talking into the answering machine. He asked me if I was doing anything because he needed help with that paper. I think he suspected I was there on the line. As I was listening to him, I saw some weird people in a car in the neighbor's driveway, and I was afraid they were casing my place to break in. My landlord had replaced the locks on the front door. But the locks were inferior and that worried me.

The landlord added a mailbox center for the neighborhood where my window is next to my front door. Each box had a glass door on my side (inside the duplex) and on the outside. It didn't have keys and that bothered me because everyone on the street could see everyone else's mail and steal it if they wanted. Most people had CDs in their mailboxes. One had Counting Crows Live Across a Wire. I got some CDs I had ordered in mine, too.

Then several people started moving in. My two bedroom became a four bedroom. I told one guy that I didn't have anywhere quiet to go if the people who lived there now started bringing lots of friends over. There was a big organ in one of the rooms of my place. More and more people came.

I saw Steve Iannetti sitting at a desk reading a magazine. He had 5-6 DVD boxes in front of him standing up on their bottom edges. I went to pick one up and all of them fell
over. I felt embarrassingly clumsy. He seemed annoyed at first. I couldn't make the boxes stand back up, but then he didn't seem as annoyed.

I was walking around and I realized I was in the middle of one of those weird big brother type shows. I found a bar in the back of the house. I wondered if it was something about the last couple of people there were the losers. I found one of the cameras. Later I saw a girl look up at the camera and talk about one of the other people. But I was wrong about the objective of the game. The winner would be the last one left. I was out of it at that point. There were 4-5 people left. Jimmy Stewart (the musician) was one. He'd already won 2 of these things before, so I was sure he'd win this one.

I was sitting on the ground with a girl that was in a previous reality based show. We saw a guy walking up the road. She knew him and I recognized him to be one of the other players on the show she was on. I remarked to her how weird it is that I kinda know him, too, from watching the show, but that she really knows him because she was there. But I couldn't really explain it right, and she just stared at me.

I barely remember my dream last night. Just flashes of things that only make sense in my mind. When I try to write about them, it doesn't come out right. But there's one thing that's very clear. There was a cat in my dream. Its head was red. Not like red hair type red, but the candy apple red you might see on a 1967 convertible mustang. Maybe a little darker red than that. And the body was yellow with black tiger like stripes.

I remember that a cat taught my dog how to make a snarl on her face. That was kinda cute because she didn't know the snarl was mean. She was just doing it. There were other dogs in the dream, too, but they were there at different times. People kept showing up where I was staying. Russell Crowe was my cousin (maybe not by blood, but he was family). He came by where I was staying, and I told him I was so glad he was there because I really needed a hug. But it wasn't a sexual kind of thing, it was a supportive emotional kind of thing. He chuckled and let me hug him, but he didn't really hug back. I remember riding a bicycle with Lily under one arm and trying to steer with the other arm. I remember doing dishes. I'm pretty sure my Dad was there in parts of the dream, too.

Chris Simms, quarterback for the University of Texas Longhorns, was stalking me. And he wanted to stab me. I remember being in a house and him being there, but I don't remember much else. Just the fear.

I was using my brother's computer. I think he was out of town. I was working on some kind of spreadsheet. There were 2 or 3 other people there. One helped me format the spreadsheet a different way to make it easier to enter stuff. Then something was happening outside. Bruce (a guy I work with) was one of the other 2 people. He said we needed to get out of there. I said I needed to pack some things. He and the other person left without me. I didn't blame them, though, because I knew I should have left when they did. I got a couple small bags packed. I also filled the insides of my shoes with cherry slush. I put them on. They weren't cold at all, but they were the most comfortable shoes ever.

I started running through the streets with my bags. I saw some Southwest Airlines (SWA) planes in the air, but they kept going down. Then I was running by a big field. I saw another SWA plane flying by me with another plane on its tail shooting at it. The SWA plane went down in the field. Then there was another SWA plane headed my way with another plane behind it. That SWA plane went down, too. Then the plane behind it started shooting at the people on the street. I didn't get shot.

I ran down a street and saw some people crawl into some shutters on the side of a building. So I passed my bags through the shutters and then went in myself. It was dark. As soon as I put one of my bags in, someone grabbed it and started taking food out of it and eating.

After I got in there, I noticed we were now on the back of a truck. The bed of the truck was very high. I looked down at the driver, and he was wearing a gas mask. I can't remember if I jumped out of the truck or we tipped it over.

I was staying with someone who lived 3 streets down from the street I grew up on. I was walking up and down the streets. I think for exercise and just to see what the houses looked like so many years later. As I walked past a tree, a guy standing in front of it called out to me. He was Greg Kay, the boy who lived a street or two over from me when I was a kid. I asked him if he was Greg Kay, and he confirmed. I told him I was Kim Novak. But he said he didn't remember me. I noticed they had changed the names of some of the streets. I don't think they had changed the name of the street I grew up on, but I could only see the street sign from a distance.

I found out I had to move down the street. I think it was to the duplex next door. It was moving day. I was visiting the duplex I was moving into. I was kind of excited, but then I found out two other girls lived there already. I was talking to a girl that didn't live there even though she was there. She told me who the other two girls were. I realized they were really social, and I figured they probably shared everything no matter who bought it. Since I'm not very social and like what's mine to stay mine, I told that girl that I thought they would probably really hate me. Then I realized one of the girls who I would be living with was in the room and heard me say that. I started to explain why I said that, but then it occured to me to ask if I would have a bedroom to myself. She told me I would be sharing a room with the other girl (who kinda reminded me of Sandra Bullock). That was out of the question. I swore I would never share a bedroom again after college. So I told my Dad [who wasn't my dad in real life] that I couldn't move in there. He was cool and wondered what we needed to do. He asked what city we were in so we could look for another place. I can't remember the name (it's on the tip of my tongue), but the weird thing is that it was the same city as Texas A&M University, but it wasn't College Station. I think it began with a "G". There was a newspaper that I started to look at. Some other man was there and said there was a house available in a nearby city, but I would have to drive on Hwy 6 in the mornings. That would have been awful, so I said no.

Then I was touring the duplex I was supposed to move into with those girls. I saw the room that I would have to share. It was just a bed and a couch kind of thing. I think I would have been on the couch kind of thing. I wondered where all my furniture and my computer would go. I looked around some more.

There was a public bar in the middle of the place. There was also a stage where bands could play. It wasn't huge, but it was there. I asked about it. They said they had to have it in there to be on that street. I asked if I could see the other girl's bedroom. It was on the other side of the bar from where my room would be. We went in there and it was long and dark. But then I realized one wall was only chest high. And it looked over the bar. The girl rang a bell and dropped some change into a bucket that made a loud clang. Something to do with the bar, I guess.

I went into a shoe store. It wasn't a very popular shoe store in the dream. Not that it was a bad one... just that not many people knew about it. The salesman that started talking to me looked familiar. After I told him that I was just looking, I realized it was Major Applewhite, the wonderful quarterback for the Longhorns from last year. I looked at him and noticed how tall he was (even though his height was supposed to be a problem in getting drafted by the NFL). He started helping some other people.

I realized that I had forgotten to take my dying dog outside to go to the bathroom for a day or two. Probably because I had a new dog, and I'd been house training her. That made me sad. So I took her out (this dream probably happened because I looked at a picture of Mandy right before I went to bed. It was a picture I took the morning before I took her to the vet to be put to sleep). When we were back in, I was talking to my Mom about it (she has passed on in real life, too). She said she hadn't taken the dog out on purpose. That when a dog is close to dying, you shouldn't take him out. You should just leave him close to his log. For some reason, the dog had his own log. I didn't agree with what she was saying about not taking the dog out. Then there were four dogs. I had four treats and wanted them all to have one, but it was kinda hard to hand them out. There were other people there and they wanted to give the treats. But I was afraid they would each give treats to whatever dog they wanted and that all the dogs wouldn't get treats. Especially the one that was dying.