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Category: Dream Journal

I was driving uphill on a windy street. There were kids on bicycles that I kept having to avoid hitting. I thought to myself that I would probably get into an accident with another car. Shortly after, I was going around a kid, and had a head on collision with a pickup truck. I wasn't hurt at all, but I was in shock. I sat on the curb. The man in the truck took a minute to get out. He looked mean, and I thought he was going to yell at me. I asked if he was okay, and he said he was.

He took my cellphone. I kept waiting for someone to come and help, but no one came for a long time. The pickup truck guy disappeared. I was walking around, and saw a police car parked like he was there to help, but I didn't see the policeman.

My sister-in-law was there, and we were looking for my cellphone. We looked in the guy's truck and found his cellphone. Then the guy showed up, and we were embarrassed he caught us looking in his truck. We told him we thought his phone was mine at first.

Then I was in a house *still* looking for my cellphone. I thought I should call my number to hear it ring, but I don't have my number memorized. I asked my sister-in-law if she knew it or if she would call my brother to find out what it is. I never found it during the dream.

I was in the street in a neighborhood. There was a kid shooting baskets on the side of the road. There was a truck/van parked under the basket, and it had tools scattered on its roof. When the kid made a basket, it would bounce onto the roof and the tools would clatter. A lady was riding by on a bicycle. She was complaining about the kid shooting baskets. I told her to "Shut Up!" She rode over to me. I put my hand on her handlebars, but quickly removed it because I thought she might hurt me. She said something to me, and ended it with, "It's as natural as Mada Para" (pronounced Mah-ta Pair-a).

I think she wanted someone to move the truck, but while she spoke, someone moved the basketball goal back several feet away from the truck.

I think I was still on vacation. I went to a house in Tennessee. I wasn't sure whose house it was, but I went inside. There were 4-5 people there. I thought one was Serena Matthews from MP3.com and one was John Ingram from Ampcast.com. I've not met either of them in real life. I didn't want to tell them who I am because of my weight. I thought they'd be disappointed.

I don't think I stayed long. I was driving away. I felt bad, and decided to go back and tell them who I am. I went down one street and got stopped by a train. I turned around to go another street, and got stopped by a couple more trains. I went a long way around and found myself in a party district. The buildings were colorful. There were a few blocks of non-party businesses, then another party area. It had the word balloon in its name. I don't remember stopping, but I ended up with a cake. It was shaped like a clown or pirate and had a bottle of tequila baked into the legs. I think the nose was an upside down shot glass.

I went back to the house. The front of it was like a piece of antique furniture with doors in the front. I opened one door and there was a board to take out behind that. Then there was a door with slots. I could hear a woman singing and playing guitar. I thought it was Serena, but her voice wasn't as light and angelic as I'm used to. Then I could see through the slots a little, and thought I saw people making love. I started to leave again.

I don't know what happened, but then I was back inside. I was getting into my purse to get some money. Serena came into the room. I told her it was my purse that I was getting money from. I asked her if she knew who I was. She said yes, but she was only trying to save herself embarrassment because she didn't really know. I gave her the cake.

In a little bit, I told her who I was. She was happy, and we hugged. I got confirmation that one of the guys was John Ingram, too.

There was more to the dream, but I'm having a hard time remembering the details. In some parts, I remember that there were details, but not the details themselves. Like I know there was writing on the front of Serena's house. The trains that stopped me were unique, but I don't remember in what way. Ah well.

I was in my house (but not a house I recognize in real life). Looking out the back window, I saw most of a plane hurtling toward the earth. I thought it might hit my house, but then it sailed overhead. I picked up my dog. I think it was my prior dog, Mandy. I held her tight and went to the front window. The plane kept going a little ways, but then plunged to the ground. I held Mandy tight, waiting for the resulting fireball to engulf us. The fire started coming through the house, but stopped short of us. A couple of things caught on fire, but I was able to put them out quickly by swatting them with a pillow. There was more to the dream, and I think some of it was at the house I grew up in in Houston. My Dad was in it, although I didn't see him. It's like he was at work or something. I don't remember my Mom being in it.

I was at a hotel. I had to go to a storage room and get some stuff. When I left the room, I had two or three bags with long straps hanging off my shoulder. I thought I could just walk across the hall to find my room, but it wasn't there. I walked through a bar and into a lobby. I saw a lady from work (Phyllis), and pretended I knew where I was going.

I found a staircase, and started to go down. The steps were large wooden crates. I had to sit on each one and kind of jump down to the next. I got a splinter in my finger or palm.

When I got close to the bottom, I saw some guys from work on the next floor down. One of them (Hank), said something to me. I think he was giving me directions for finding my room. Then I noticed the next step was broken. I had to go back up.

I thought I was on the 10th floor, but when I found my room finally, it was on the 17th floor.

My Dad and Mom were in the room with a few other people. I realized I hadn't called home in a long time, and I thought my Mom would be really mad at me.

I went over to kiss my Mom and apologize for not calling, but she said, "I'm sorry I haven't called you." That surprised me. I hugged her and kissed her.

I dreamed I was at a shopping center. I didn't have a shirt on, and I was having to cover my chest with my arms and hands. I got behind a concrete barrier, but people could still see me. There were guys playing football. When one guy saw me, he threw the football to me. I think it was my choir director's son, Rob Land. I also saw a guy who used to live down the street from me when I was a kid, Mike Rogan. I caught it. Instead of passing it back, I bounced it. Surprisingly, it went exactly where I wanted it to go. Another guy threw me the ball. I bounced it back again.

I left that area and decided to go to my car. I walked out of the shopping center. People were looking at me. As I was going up some stairs, a guy was riding down them on a motorcycle. He had dark hair and a dark mustache like Tom Selleck (who I don't find attractive). When I got to the top of the stairs, he was following me. He was staring at my chest and kept trying to grab me. I started yelling, "Help." I saw a girl, and was calling for her to help me, but she just smiled at me.

I must have gotten away because I was looking for my car. In the parking lot, there was a train. It was like it was Christmas time, and they had set up a train for the kids.

I had Lilydawg with me, and I was trying to put something in the trunk of my car. The trunk was full. I noticed Lily had wandered. She was in the street, and cars were zooming past. I was afraid she would get hit. Next she was up on a car's engine. I picked her up. I didn't know how I was going to load my car and hold her at the same time.

I was going back into a building, this time with a shirt on. I was holding a red pizza delivery bag. A man walked up, trying to get into the bag. I told him if he would come with me, I would share.

We sat at a table, and I opened the bag. There was a sandwich in there. I tore it in half and gave him half. He had glasses and thinning hair and was wearing a work uniform. Somehow, I knew he was married. I asked his name. He told me in a thick accent, but I couldn't understand, so I asked him to repeat. I was thinking Leonard, but it was more like "Engard." I asked him to spell it, but then I was distracted by a bustle of activity around us.

Young people were gathering around, but acting like they were doing other things. I could tell they were plotting some joke against me. Then they started joking with me. I don't know what they were doing except one had a bottle of chocolate syrup, trying to squirt it at me. I got the bottle away, and started squirting them. They scattered.

I had to leave the table. I think I was chasing someone, still playing the game. Then I remembered my purse was at the table. I looked, and someone was trying to steal my stuff. I saw her run off with my stack of 45s. I chased after her. She was at an outdoor flea market selling my vinyl albums. She had also stolen a lot of my photographs. I was gathering them up and asking aloud, "Why would you steal my photographs?" I remembered I'd left my purse and the table and was hoping no one was stealing my wallet.

I was cooking chicken. The people who provided the chicken only gave me bad pieces, though. I complained. Then they gave me a whole chicken and a bunch of thigh pieces. It was great!

Later I was telling one of the section managers I work with (Pat) a story about when I was cooking the chicken earlier. We were at a gathering. I started the story by telling her that the people who provided the chicken only gave me bad pieces of chicken. I was going to tell her more, but she immediately went over to the people and started giving them a hard time in a joking way. I tried to get her to stop because they had given me the best chicken after I said something, but she wouldn't listen. I was very embarrassed because it made it seem like I was only telling people about the bad chicken.

I must have gotten loud or upset because I got in trouble with the division manager over it. I tried to explain things to the division manager, but no matter what I said, I got in more trouble.

I felt helpless. I don't like these kinds of dreams.

My friend Boogaboo from Canada and my friend Gail from work were in my dream. Boogaboo told me they were getting together and running off to a hippie commune nudist colony. I saw Boogaboo drive away in a beat up truck with Gail in the passenger seat.

I followed them to a store. I parked in a spot in the corner where I had to maneuver between trucks at different angles.

Inside, they had a lot of bird cages like my bird's cage. The store morphed into a big community house (but more commercial looking than a house). Boogaboo needed a shower, so I showed him where the three public showers were. Then I went back to the bird cages.

I decided to buy another bird. I got one parrotlet out of its cage. Then I noticed its eye was messed up, so I put it back, not intending to buy it. The lady there told me I had to pay a $35 fee for touching the bird. I started yelling at her that it was too much to pay, and that I shouldn't have to pay since they didn't have a sign posted that warned me before I touched the bird.

Then I thought maybe I would buy the bird anyway. I asked her if his eye had always been like that. She said yes, that he was an old hippie bird. I figured if his eye had been like that a long time, it probably didn't indicate something currently wrong with him.

I bought him. I brought him home, and my brother said he was probably a good bird if his beak was long and healthy. I decided it was (even though I remember it looked gnarly). I put him in with my other bird. In the dream, my other bird was a girl. Maybe it was my prior bird, Kayla.

Then I realized while I was out buying birds, I had missed Christmas. No one had any presents for me. I think they were mad at me for not coming to Christmas, so they gave my presents to other people. My brother told me he had considered giving me a funny gift, but decided against it. It was a Mr. Potato Head that he had dressed up in some way that had meaning in the dream. He gave the Mr. Potato head to a kid.

I thought it was probably good I missed Christmas because I had forgotten to buy anyone any gifts. My parents were in the Christmas part of the dream, too, but I don't remember what happened.

I dreamed that my father was alive. He had just gotten out of the hospital from being very sick. He was feeling good, though. He was flashing me that wonderful smile of his with a twinkle in his eye. He told me that there was a play being put on in Houston. I can't remember what the play was. I couldn't understand why he was telling me, though. I sat on a bench with him, and he pointed to the listing in the newspaper and told me again.

I told him I was so happy he was feeling better, and that I loved him so much. I gave him a hug.

He was supposed to go somewhere with my friend. Later I saw my friend and asked how it went. She said he started feeling sick, and they didn't go.

In another part of the dream, I was looking at a 3D model of a restaurant layout. I think it was supposed to be an offshoot of Starbucks. It was built into a hollowed out iMAC, the latest ones that have the computer all built into a thick monitor. Someone asked me if I'd been to the real one, and I confirmed that I had. He asked if it was nice. I told him it was, but not in an elegant kind of way. I told him it was all white inside.

In another part of the dream, my friend Keely was over. We were watching something on TV. At the end, I had missed something, so I wanted to rewind it a few seconds to see what it said. I has having a lot of trouble making the remote work right. I dropped the F-bomb. Keely asked what was the matter. That's when I noticed she had a remote, too, and she was trying to rewind all the way, and we were competing with each other.

Irish Kelly came to visit at work. We were talking about a movie. I kept doing an impression of one of the characters. The character would say something like "I must re-send my renewal" in an accent from the Northeast U.S. Kelly was doing an impression of a monkey. Then she broke into song. At the end, the whole floor (over 100 people) erupted into applause.

The people all gathered round, and I noticed our cubicles' entryway was blocked with plywood.

Later dream: At work again, my supervisor was showing me my time accounting and telling me I didn't detail out certain items, and it would probably adversely affect me. I complained that "they" (our management) should talk to us instead of making decisions that would adversely affect us. A few seconds later, I noticed our manager standing behind him, and I knew she heard me. It wasn't my real-life manager (although my supervisor was my real-life supervisor).

She moved someone out of our cubicle row, and the impression I got was the person was in trouble. My cubicle was moved in such a way that anyone walking by could see my computer screen. Our manager came by, and she said I had to take my pineapple home. I asked, "Why?" and immediately thought I would get in trouble for questioning her. She just said in a pouty voice, "Because I can't have it."

I thought it would be nice if I made her a pineapple upside down cake. But then I wondered if she meant she was allergice to pineapples or something. The next time I saw her (this time she was our real-life manager), I asked her if she couldn't eat pineapples. She said she could.

Switch: I was driving with my Aunt. We were coming up on a washed out part of the road, and I was mesmerized by the rapids. She yelled, "It's washed out!" I realized I would have driven right in. We stopped to look, and a pink piece of paper fell into the water. I tried to get it, but it was floating away. It had some notes on it, and someone's phone number. Then it floated back to shore, and I picked it up. We got back in the car and started to drive around to MoPac Expressway.

I was at something like a museum. I was walking toward a staircase to go upstairs and a group of people were coming downstairs. I saw Kim, a lady I worked with at a prior job. We did the small talk thing, and then I told her to please say "Hi" to her husband Eric. I worked with him there, too. She got a funny look on her face, and I knew it meant they were split up. She told me he had cheated on her a lot, and the look on her face told me she thought I'd been with him. I told her we'd never done anything like that. She didn't believe me. She said when he would come home from a travel job with me, I was all he could talk about. I told her again we didn't do anything. I was crying.

Later in the dream, I got a letter from her. It was titled "Jealousy." She apologized to me for thinking I had been involved with him.

I went to a small mall in a neighborhood during a work day. I think it was more of an events center at the beginning of the dream, but turned into a mall later. I ate something from a concession stand.

I went into a kids' shoe store. I wanted to leave the mall, and there was a door in the corner that someone had just gone out, so I followed. There were steps leading down to the parking lot. After about 15 steps, it became a fire escape. I considered going back up, but then decided to keep going down. I stepped onto a rickety step and a fire alarm started to sound. I heard the fire escape lowering. I didn't understand how the people before me had gotten down so quickly without sounding the alarm. I decided to go back up.

At the top, there was a door that looked like a brick wall. once I opened that, there were two glass doors that looked like regular entrances. Back inside, I couldn't find the door out of the shoe store into the mall. I think the clerk asked if she could help me, but I said no. I kept walking around the store looking for the door, and finally asked another clerk how to get out into the mall. She was rude about it, but I finally found my way out.

I got outside the mall, but I still couldn't find my car. I was barefoot and walking around a pond. I looked down and on the rocks were creatures that looked like a mix between a horned frog and a fish. I had to be careful not to step on them. When I got to the other side of the pond, there were some white dogs with black spots. I started walking back around the pond away from them, and they were following me. I was afraid one would bite me.

I was getting upset about not being able to find my car. I went back inside the mall.

I met up with a friend. It was either Keely or Kelly M. There was someone on a stage getting ready to sing. He had a tube of lip gloss that he was running over his lips, and he dragged it down over the dimple in his chin. I realized it was Constantine Maroulis. My friend and I were standing at a kiosk, and I looked up at a lady there. It was Carolyn from work. She works at Kay Jewelers on the side, so I looked up at the name of the kiosk, and confirmed that it was Kay.

In another part of the mall (I think it was the offices), I checked the website that I work on at work. There was a problem with the front page. There were two paragraphs with links, but the links were spelled out (http://www.whatever.com/blah/blah.html). That's against our style standards; we always use words for links. So I went into the file to fix it, but someone had replaced the URLs with strange things. The first one was replaced with the word "words." It was like someone had told her to "put words instead of URLs," and she took it literally.

It was getting to be 6:00 p.m., and I still couldn't find my car. I wasn't planning on being away from work the whole day.

I was on a trip with my high school or church choir except it was present day. We were in another city, hanging out in a lounge wherever we were going to perform. A guy from there sat near me and we started talking. As time went on, we got close. I played with his foot and touched his leg. We ended up kissing, and he said something in my ear about wishing we could do more. His intentions were leaning toward love not pure lust. I know that because it was my dream. heh! I think this guy was inspired by a guy named Matt whom I know from my internet diversions. When it was time to go, we exchanged cards with phone numbers and email addresses. I'm not sure he put his email address, but I put mine.

I went back to where I was staying. I don't remember what I did after that, but I didn't get back to the place we were performing until they had already started. I was going to tell them I fell asleep, and that's why I missed the performance.

Later, something happened to the town that destroyed a lot of buildings. The mayor was parcelling out his prized orchids for others to take care of until his building was re-built.

Night before last, I dreamt there was water in a backyard. I saw a white grand piano vaulted into the water. Then I had a motorboat towing a rowboat, and I vaulted them into the water. I was afraid the rowboat would hit a big rock, but it missed. I was out in the water, and the water started getting really choppy. I was trying to pull the motorboat-towing-a-rowboat back to safety, but it was difficult. I think my supervisor was there, too.

I dreamt I was in Oklahoma visiting my Aunt. We had driven to another city about 1-2 hours away. We went to a cafeteria. My cousin and some other people were with us. The cafeteria was part of the Wendy's franchise, but if you called it Wendy's diner or made any reference to Wendy's, you would get admonished. They had wonderful food.

The first thing in line was desserts (my kind of cafeteria!). I think I picked out two desserts. When I got to the main dishes, I stepped away from my tray for a second to get something from another part of the line. When I came back, my tray was gone. I thought they thought I abandoned it, but when I pieced it together, I realized they had pulled it off line because they decided I was too fat to eat that much. I was furious.

I told my family, but they weren't concerned. I went to the manager or public relations person and told her how frustrated I was, and she didn't do anything to help me.

Despite the problem, I went back again another day. I was self-conscious about my weight, but I got through the line okay.

Later, I remembered the first time I had picked up a blue tray that most others didn't. I had put a clock on my tray, too. The tray and clock had the word frustrated on them. I saw a sign with the address of the headquarters. The street and city had the word "Frustrated" in them. For example, the street might have been 8216 Frustrated Way. The title of the person listed was Chief Frustrating Officer. I realized it was something they did to people who picked up the frustrating tray as a joke.

Another thing that made me upset in the dream was that I was supposed to go back home, but my Aunt kept taking me places. We still had a 1-2 hour drive back to her house before I could make the 8 hour drive back to my house. I was crying because it was getting so late.

In another part of the dream, I was back home. I was walking through the neighborhood with a couple of friends. We came upon a house with a little girl in the driveway. She normally lived at the end of my street, but this was another street. She was real bossy. I told my friends that she wasn't that bossy when she lived on my street. There were pretty flowers in people's gardens, and I thought I should take another walk later and bring my camera.

We kept walking and came to a business district. I heard music playing and thought it might be the band Shoulders. My friend turned into a recessed entrance to a building. We walked up a ramp and through a door not easily seen from the street. It was a candy shop/bakery. It was crowded, and the band was in there. I couldn't tell if it was Shoulders, but I saw people playing horns. From the street, you wouldn't know anything was going on in this building. I got in line, and couldn't decide what I wanted and ended up quickly ordering a chocolate chip cookie because there were lots of people in line behind me.

I was at a concert in a strange venue. There were tables and chairs like a restaurant close to the stage, but I was at the back on couches. It was bright inside like daylight was streaming through. I was sitting with some people, but I don't know who they were: a young boy and his mother. When it seemed like it was close to show time. I ran up to the front of the stage. Other people ran up there, too, but I got a front row spot.

A girl was pulling on the curtain and it fell down. Some people hurried up to the stage to put it back up. The curtain was made of plastic strips like you'd find at the opening of a walk in refrigerator.

Then I walked back to where I had been before to get some stuff I had brought to the venue. I don't remember what it was, but there were several bowls. One or two were stainless steel. I took them up to the front of the stage and set them at my feet. Then I thought they were in the way, so I took them back to the back again in a few trips.

Then someone gave me some responsibility. I think I was supposed to work in the infirmary. I was walking around behind the stage with some keys.

At some point, I saw my friend Mick OD in the audience. I got his attention, but I don't remember what happened after that.

I was at a gathering with a co-worker. Let's call him Guy. Guy and I were having a fun time. When it was time to go, Guy went out to get the car. I still had to settle some business inside. I was trying to buy something, but it wasn't working out. Then I was waiting for the clerk to give me something. It took a while, and when I finally went outside, Guy was driving away toward the far corner of the parking lot. He had a cool light yellow car with brown shellacked seats.

I started walking toward the far corner, and I noticed Guy's significant other sitting in the middle of the parking lot. I stood close, but I'd never been introduced, so I didn't speak. When I got over to Guy's car, he had gotten out of it and into a *very* tall silver utility vehicle. He looked down at me and told me something like, "Don't even try to speak to me." He was angry, and I had no idea why. I pleaded with him to tell me what was wrong, but he drove off.

I was crying pretty hard. I ended up getting a ride to my house with another co-worker, Eva.

Later, I was at work standing with my supervisor and the division director. We heard something outside and someone suggested we race to the window. My supervisor went one way. I started to run the other way, but then remembered the division director was there and restrained myself. The division director sprinted past me to get to the window himself. I ran after him. He got to a conference room with a closed door and barged in. It was full of people. I was embarrassed and peaked my head around the door to see who was in there.

Later, I saw Guy and asked him why he wouldn't talk to me earlier. He shrugged his shoulders and wouldn't say. Later again, when no one was around, he kissed me. He also held my hand under the table.

I dreamt I kissed American Idol survivor Scott Stavol. Then I fed him a bite of chocolate cake by hand.

I dreamt I went to my friend Keely's house. I've never been there before. We were in the living room. There was a TV and a bed and I think a bookshelf or chest. There was a window looking out to the backyard, but I don't remember the view.

She was showing me pictures. The one I remember was her and her boyfriend standing chest deep in a swimming pool. Keely was on the left, her boyfriend on the right. The water was ripply and dark with a great reflection of them. On the concrete in front of them to the left was her dog laying down with his head on his paws. All three were looking into the camera. Keely and her boyfriend were smiling.

Then we were in a bedroom. She was showing me jewelry. She had a see-through jewelry chest like one that I have except it was about four feet wide and sat on the floor.

I dreamt I was going to co-host the Emmy awards. My co-host was a man that I knew in the dream, but not in real life. I realized the awards were a few days away, and no one had called any meetings or had dress rehearsals. I thought they should at least have a run through at the theater so I would know what to do.

I saw Rosie O'Donnell out walking with her friend, so I asked her about it. She didn't know anything. I asked her if I was supposed to dress up (duh). At first Rosie was wearing sweats, but then I noticed she was wearing a white ruffle shirt and bowtie with black jacket. Her friend was wearing something similar. I thought I had a white ruffle shirt with black jacket in my wardrobe, but not a bowtie.

It was Saturday, and the awards were Sunday night. I was practicing in my head and thought again that they should have us practice so we'd know where the teleprompter was and to make sure we could pronounce everyone's names correctly.

I thought when I introduced myself, I'd have to say something witty about my name being Kim Novak. In 40 years with that name, I've still not come up with anything witty.

Then I realized I'd made plans with Irish Kelly on that same night, and I'd have to cancel my plans with her to host the Emmy Awards. I actually do have plans with Irish Kelly on Sunday night, so that was a little reality slipping into the dream. I felt bad and was irritated with myself for scheduling two things on the same night.

I went by myself to Liberty Lunch to see Seven Mary Three. In the waking world, Liberty Lunch is closed down. I got there early as I used to when I'd go see a show. I trotted to the stage at the back of the bar so I could stand front row. A few other people did, too. More people got up there, and I lost my place against the stage, but people would come and go, and I would get back up against the stage.

The show hadn't started yet, and I had to go to the bathroom. I was afraid I'd lose my spot, but I knew if I didn't go then, I'd have to go later when the show was on. There was still about 20 minutes before the show started, so I thought I'd try.

Two other girls went into the bathroom before me, but there were enough stalls for all of us. The bathroom was changed since I'd been there last. Before, there was only one toilet with no stall around it. I went in a middle stall. There was a hole in the right wall close to the door. You couldn't see the other person unless you leaned forward off the toilet, so it wasn't too weird. The girl in the next stall put her hand through the hole and started caressing the lock on my door. She had red painted fingernails. I think she thought it was the other girl in my stall.

I was thinking about my backpack. It was stuffed full, and I thought it was probably annoying to other people. When I was watching the show, I didn't want to put it on the ground because I thought I would lose it. Then I wondered if anyone had stolen anything. I noticed the main compartment zipper was open, but when I looked in, I saw the bright blue notebook I kept in there. I checked other pockets, and everything seemed to be there.

All three of us walked out of the bathroom together and talked a little. We walked back up to the stage. I ended up on the far right side, but I wanted to be on the left side. I got back over to the left side. The stage was a bar now. The girls were ordering drinks. When they got their drinks, they went and sat at a table. I looked around and realized the stage was in a different place than it used to be. It was up at the front of the building. I was thinking I might ask the girls if I could sit with them. I was standing next to a guy, deciding if I wanted a drink. I ordered a Vodka Tonic.

I started worrying about my backpack again. And then I wondered what I had done with my purse. I couldn't remember putting it in the trunk of my car, which meant it might be sitting on the passenger seat of my car in full view. I wanted to leave and put my purse and backpack in the trunk and come back. I asked the bartender if they allowed "in and out." He asked me if I was there to drink or to see the show. I couldn't understand him, so I didn't say anything while I tried to work it out. The other bartender repeated the question. I knew if I said I was there to see the show, he would say, "No," but I didn't want to lie. I said dejectedly, "I'm here to see the show." He said, "You need to learn how to lie."

I was thinking about leaving and not coming back.

I was living in a big house. A bunch of guys lived on one side, and girls lived on the other. I shared a room with a girl. It had a long entryway with a tile or linoleum floor. I made a comment to another girl that it was fun to run and slide on the floor in stocking feet.

The girl I shared a room with and I came home from somewhere. I was driving a jeep. I couldn't pull all the way into the drive. I came in the house, and she stayed in the car for the little bit. She came in. I don't know what happened to the jeep not being pulled all the way in. I noticed ice cream on the floor of the entryway. She had brought my ice cream in and dumped it on the floor. I got really upset. Not at losing the ice cream, but that she had done it. I was crying and yelling.

Later I noticed furniture was rearranged. I went into my room and my bed was gone. I walked around looking for my bed. I even walked over the the boys' side of the house. I found it in a common living room. I saw a couple of other girls who lived there and asked if I was being kicked out. One, a programmer named Terri said yes and that the girl I shared a roommate with didn't like me. I asked if they would be honest with me. They said, "Yes." I asked if they liked me. They said, "Yes, but the other girl wanted me gone."

I went to do something on my laptop. When I started typing, I noticed it didn't feel right. I realized it wasn't my laptop; it was smaller and cheaper. So I looked for my laptop bag. I found it, and pulled out the laptop in it, and it wasn't my laptop either. I was yelling at the girl I formerly shared a room with to tell me where my laptop was. She wouldn't say.

There was much more to this dream, but I didn't carry it with me to the waking world.

I was on a team on a composite game show/reality show. I was sitting out of the current event. Then they needed to replace one of the guys on my team with me. So I went into the area where the event was, and saw it was wrestling. There were 3 or 4 people per team, and we weren't matched up already.

When the event started, I ended up wrestling Ian from Survivor Palau. I was pinning him down, but he would get away. He wasn't able to pin me down. After a minute, the announcer told us to call out what we were doing. I didn't know what to call out, so I didn't. I pinned Ian again and was waiting for someone to count down the seconds, but the announcer told me I needed to call it out. I told him I didn't know the words to use in this game.

Then he said I was a cheater. I protested that no one had told me the rules. Apparently, I was supposed to study the rules on my own before I ever went on the show. I told everyone there that I thought when we got to the show, they would tell us the rules of the games before we played them. All they did was stare at me.

We came back from a commercial break, and the announcer said a policeman was there to take the guy I substituted for away because of cheating. I didn't understand why they were taking him away because apparently it was me who was cheating. I felt really bad.

Then my brother and sister-in-law were giving me a birthday party even though it was August and my birthday is in April. I drove up to their house which was a big mansion with a circular drive. I was told my Dad would be there later with a surprise.

I walked up to the door, and there were vines on the outside entryway with little green balls attached. I saw some that were turning orange and knew they were pumpkins.

Inside, some kids started singing to me. But the lyrics didn't fit me. One lyric was "When you married Michael." I sat at a table in the back of the room and was waiting for someone to say what to do next. Someone called out, "Can we go ahead and eat?" Someone else said, "Yes." Everyone went up to the food line, but no one waited for me. No one treated me like I was the honoree at the party. I don't like being the center of attention anyway, but it was weird to throw me a party and then ignore me. I didn't know most of the people there.

I was visiting my supervisor's family at his house. There was a hanging lamp over the coffee table that had ivy growing in it. I heard a noise, and saw a tail moving in there. Then an alligator jumped out of the top. It was as long as the distance from my finger tips to my elbow. It was running around the house.

Then I saw a small green and yellow snake. The snake wrapped itself around my right hand. I was trying to grab its head, so it wouldn't bite me. I was also trying to fling it off my hand. It ended up biting the tip of my finger. I felt the snout of the alligator against my back, but it didn't bite me. I flung the snake off my finger. Instead of having a bite on my finger tip, I found fang marks on my palms.

I was feeling okay for a while, wondering if the snake was poisonous. Then I noticed my arms were swelling just above my wrist. I was getting multiple large knots, and they were growing. Smaller knots were growing, too. I told my supervisor I needed to go to the emergency room. I was worried because I didn't remember getting my insurance card this year. I looked in my purse, and the card I had didn't expire until 2009. [In real life, I just looked and my card is from May 2003... gotta look into that].

I was starting to lose the feeling in my hands. As we were going to the emergency room, I felt bad that my supervisor had to take me. He seems to have a lot to do with and for his family on the weekends and doesn't get to watch as much football and other TV as he'd like, although he doesn't complain. I felt bad taking up his time.

When we got to the emergency room which looked more like a lobby in a bank or hair salon, I saw my friend Kelley. She was talking to me a lot, but I couldn't concentrate because I was worried about my arms swelling up. I remember something about her company and how they had to secure the lines. I think that comes from watching Alias before I go to sleep.

Later, I was sitting in the driver's seat of Karlyn's car in a parking lot. Karlyn was in the passenger seat. I saw some stray animals. One of the animals was trying to bite a beautiful dog. I drove over there to try to scare the mean one. I ended up scraping the side of a city bus with the back bumper of her car (not sure how that happened). The bumper was scratched up, but Karlyn told me it was already an old bumper, and she took it off the car. I had to get my car insurance to give to the bus company. The bus looked pretty bad.

I was at a tournament/audition. I don't know what it was for, but I know it wasn't singing. I went into it with confidence. It was like the math tournaments and all state choir auditions I went to in high school... you did your part, and then sat around a central location and waited for results. I think we were in a library. I was still waiting when most people had already left. There were four of us left plus our teacher.

Then they announced that two of the others had won a banner or flyer. It was really the consolation prize. The teacher told me and the woman who was left that it had to mean we won for real. We waited for a while longer, and the teacher went to talk to someone. They said not hearing anything meant we didn't win. I left not even winning a consolation prize. I wasn't surprised, though, because while I waited, my confidence waned.

Then I was in another tournament, but this one was for dates. There were a series of contests where a girl, a guy and a judge or mediator met in a room. I don't know post-dream what the rules were. So far, I hadn't won dates with anyone. Then I was in a room with a really cute guy and a judge. This makes no sense post-dream, but he had some kind of synthetic cloak, and he was showing me how he used to win. I don't think he was serious about our encounter. I figured out a way to beat the guy. I asked him a couple of questions that got him wrapped up in his cloak. As he was trying to free himself, time ran out. That meant I won a date with him. I immediately wished I hadn't won because I knew he wouldn't want a date with me.

I was going to tell him right there that he didn't have to go on the date, and that I just wanted to show him I could win at the game. The judge didn't give me a chance to speak, though. I was going to tell him when I talked to him afterward.

Then I was flying toward an island with a castle. There was a line of rocket ships on the bluff above the ocean. I watched the rocket ships hover over the land and set back down again, but not all together at once. Someone announced we were approaching one of the top aerospace research centers in the world.

It wasn't all work and no play, though. When I got down there, they were playing on the beach/bluff. Someone was building a fire. I saw that it was a guy I'd met in one of the tournaments. He saw me and recognized me. I said, "Hi Chip." He had beautiful light blue eyes and shaggy dark hair. He told me "hi" and congratulated me on winnning at the first tournament. I was embarrassed to tell him I didn't win, and wondered why he thought I did. He went on about his business.

At work, we were hosting some events. I wasn't in charge, but I had to make sure the projector was working. It seemed like I kept having to remind the other people what to do, though. We were supposed to talk to the guests and gather information or give them quizzes in order to give prizes at the end of the night. During the last couple of events, I didn't pay much attention because I was doing something else. At the end of the events, no one had talked to or quizzed the guests, so we had prizes to give away and no one left to give them to. One prize was a check from a church for almost $300.

Earlier, I was taking a quiz in the glass conference room at work. I think it was part of one of the events. I had to write down food from a farm. I had a pencil and an oblong ceramic plate. The plate had designs and writing on it. I only had a few clear white spots to write on. The first thing I wrote was corn.

I wanted a plain white plate, and I saw one on the corner of the table. I didn't want to grab it myself, though. Rob Thomas (from Matchbox20) came in. I asked him if I could have a white plate. He was opening a cellophane wrapped taco salad. He said I could have that. It was in an edible bowl, but there was also a white plate bundled with it. I told him I just wanted that individual plate that was on the corner of the table, but he said he traded it in for the salad.

There was a $50,000 speed question in the quiz, but I wasn't quick enough to win.

After the events, I was alone, and I was in the house where I lived. The next morning, my boyfriend in the dream (a guy I know in real life who I wouldn't have for a boyfriend) said that when I thought he was away last night, he was really spying on me. He said he saw me "thinking of other people" after I went to bed. I don't know how he knew I was thinking of other people, but I was. I knew our relationship was over, but I wasn't too concerned about that. I asked him where he was hiding when he watched me. He said he didn't have to hide; he was parked at the corner of Stacy and Edels (not an intersection that I know of in real life). He said one can also see into my window from the Mall. I told him I needed to get curtains, but then I muttered that I wouldn't be living there anymore anyway since it was his house.

Wyclef Jean was on TV for an interview or to accept an award. My friend found his way onto the show, and told Jean that we had recorded a cover of one of his songs. Jean wanted to hear it, so they played it on national TV. Wyclef Jean liked it so much, he was crying with joy.

I was at an eclectic restaurant with friends. A dish someone ordered consistent of large shrimp rolled in a spring roll wrapper and fried until crispy. I ordered chips and guacamole. I'd never order that at a restaurant in real life. The waiter brought a bowl of chips and put them in the middle of the table. Some dip was under the chips separated by parchment or wax paper. The people at the table started eating them as if they were community food. There was very little guacamole, so I didn't know if that's what I ordered or if it really was community food.

Mr. Locke from "Lost" was sitting at the head of the table. His wife (which he doesn't have on the show) was sitting next to him. He got up from the table for a little bit. The person next to me and I wanted to see a menu, but the waiter wasn't around. Locke's wife gave us menus that Locke had in his bag. When Locke came back, the person next to me returned the menu, and he angrily asked where she got it. She told him from his bag, and he informed her that he hadn't given anyone permission to get in his bag. Later, I needed to return what I had gotten from his bag. It wasn't a menu anymore, but a little blue toy car. I tossed it to him and left.

I was away from work running an errand. When done, I decided to go to Starbucks before I went back to work. It was in a cool building with a wooden deck and wooden floors inside. I had Lily with me.

Later, I was walking downtown by myself. It was sunny. I looked up and saw a plane that was descending too fast, and not near the airport. I realized it was a helicopter, and it was going nose first into the ground behind some trees. I yelled for someone near me to look. When it hit the ground, there was a huge explosion. Debris was flying at us. Another plane was going down. I saw a lot of paratroopers, but I didn't think they were from the helicopter and plane that went down. I thought they were ground troops from a war waged against us.

I sat on a building's steps with some people around me. A lady from work, Diana, was there. I saw something shimmer in the sky. It turned into a UFO.

I was worried about Lily. I was thinking she was still at Starbucks. Then I saw her walking by. She had her harness on, but no leash. I asked someone to please grab that dog, but the someone wouldn't do it. I ran over and got her. A car was driving by with a big dog hanging out the window. I was afraid the dog would jump out and attack Lily. I don't remember it jumping out, but then three dogs were trying to bite her. I was putting my hands in their mouths to keep them from biting her.

Then we were inside the building on a high floor. A spaceship flew by and shot at us through the window. I was hit, but not dead. The shots didn't seem to puncture the skin. I don't think anyone else was dead either. I saw a platform descending like a window washer's platform, but mechanized and much bigger. When it got level with our window, the bad people (who might have been aliens) pointed a device inside to see if anyone was still alive. I tried to lay real still, but they knew I was alive. Someone told me I needed to run. I didn't at first, but then I gathered my courage and took off. I'd lost Lily again.

I found a group of people in a room with no windows. A couple of people had guitars. Others were laying on the floor sleeping. I found Lily again, and I looked for and found a leash to attach to her harness. I thought one of the guitars was mine, but later realized it wasn't. I went to look for my guitar mainly because I wanted the strap. I left Lily, and got lost in a maze of elevators and stairs.

The bad people found me. I saw that another one found Lily. They were going to shoot her, but I pleaded with them to let me hold her for a minute before they did it. They let me.

For real: When my alarm woke me up this morning, the guys on the radio were talking about how much money was raised at a concert last night. It was for the Tsunami victims, but with the dream so fresh in my memory, I thought it was for what happened to us in my dream.

I was on a street (presumably) near my house. There was a teenage boy riding a scooter or skateboard. I needed to talk to him, or he needed to talk to me.

He lived in a mobile home. The home had wheels and a steering wheel. We were standing by the steering wheel and that section of the house was kind of bouncy. I was telling him it was a feature of houses with front end suspension or something. He said he thought something was wrong with his house, or that his house wasn't supposed to have that feature.

We were going to his room and stopped in the center of the house. It was a square house. We were talking about something and the house starting spinning pretty fast. I asked him if it did that a lot. He said, "Sometimes."

I went in his room, and it was cluttered. We talked some more. Then I was going to leave, but as I walked by the living room, I noticed a football game on TV. I sat down on the floor to watch.

His dad came home. It was a guy at work named Ryan. Ryan went to the boy's room and was talking to him. I started to leave again. I was drinking something from a gourd. I decided if Ryan noticed me leaving, he'd think I was sneaking out, so I sat back down to watch the football game. I thought maybe he would feel good about me being there like I was watching over his boy like a babysitter.

When he saw me, though, he said, "Oh No! You can come in here to take care of whatever business you have, but when you're done, you need to leave." I put my hand in the air to stop him, and said it was no problem. I started to leave.

He said, "Well... wait. I have a question." He got what looked like a cardboard bookmark with sparkly fringe. The thing had words written on the cardboard and the fringe was words, too. He peeled some of the fringe off. The fringe he was peeling said something about "Better Than Ezra". It looked like he was going to replace it with some more fringe he had. He started to ask me something, but then some people came in. Then he was on the phone. So I was standing there waiting for him to get off the phone. More people came in. I just wanted to answer his question and go home.

I was going to a party in a hotel or apartment building. I walked up to a door with a table in front of it with a small layout of food. A chocolate sandwich caught my eye. It had chocolate bread that looked like white bread with cocoa added to it. It also had lines of chocolate on top (like that magic shell stuff). Inside was a slice of chocolate pound cake and 3 or 4 1-inch square wafers that looked like they were made from the same stuff as Cap'n Crunch. I wanted to eat the sandwich, but some people were walking by, so I walked away.

I found a vending machine with a sign pointing to it, but I don't remember what the sign said. I found another door, and somehow I knew the party was inside. I stood outside for a minute and decided not to go in. I knew I would feel out of place and people would comment on how I wasn't having a good time which would be the lone cause of me not having a good time.

I started walking back to my hotel. I was walking with some women. One of the women said, "I think I'll go on 51st [or something] Street." I walked with her. We were walking through an old neighborhood with large houses (like Hyde Park in Austin). She said I was going the wrong way, and I realized I didn't know where I was or how to get to my hotel. She pointed me in the right direction.

I found my hotel and had to walk through some shops to get inside. First was Starbucks, but it was closed. Then there was a candy store with some great looking chocolate stuff. I wanted some, but thought the people inside would look down on me for buying candy.

The dream changed, and I was at work. I turned around to say, "Hey David, we going to lunch?", but before the whole sentence was out, I realized there wasn't a David there. Bruce was in the cubicle next to me, and Boogaboo was in the cubicle behind him. I couldn't remember who I usually go to lunch with. Then a girl came by Boogaboo's desk, and they went to lunch holding hands. I looked at Bruce, and we gave each other a "Woo Woo" kind of look. I thought about it, and realized I never go to lunch with Bruce, so I just went to lunch by myself.

Then I was back in a hotel room. I was getting dressed to go to dinner. I was having a real hard time. My panties were very hard to pull up. I got everything in place, but as I was leaving, I realized my panty hose had slipped down around my thighs and they were very tight. I should have just been able to pull them up, but they wouldn't pull up without a struggle. Then I put some jeans on, and they were huge. I was looking for a pin or something so I could pleat the waistline and make them fit.

A coworker of mine, Mark B., told me he was going to play football for Notre Dame for the next 5 weeks. Or he might have said 5 months. I thought that was so cool because I could watch him on TV.

I went to a shopping center and kept running into people who were in a group with whom I'd go see movies. I was wearing a black dress with two belts. One of the belts was a seat belt that came from the movie theater. I showed it to the people, but they weren't impressed. I thought maybe I could start a trend of women wearing seat belts around their waists over their dresses.

There were two bugs on the floor of my spare bedroom. They were cartoon bugs, about the size of my palm. Kind of a mix between dung beetles and lady bugs. They had big cartoon eyes that looked up at me. One was a smaller than the other as if they were mother and child. I had a big glove on, like an oven mitt. I put my gloved hand down to the floor and one of them crawled onto the glove. I wanted to pick both up, so I put my hand down there again and got them both. I walked slowly to the open window in the dining room and gently put them outside.

I was eating an orange (or maybe I was given part of an orange and hadn't started eating it yet). It was all peeled and almost half of the segmets were gone. I noticed something black inside one of the segments. It was almost as big as the segment. Then the black thing moved. I was freaked out! I dropped the orange on the floor. It became covered with black fur shed from my prior dog Mandy.

I picked it up and started pulling the fur off, but I was still freaked out that something was in the orange. When I got it cleaned off, I looked really close at the black thing, and it turned out to be a really tiny baby bear.

Different dream:

I was in a small house or apartment sitting on a couch. Kurt Cobain came in. I think he was my cousin. We were watching TV together, and it was cool. Then he lit a cigarette. I thought about it and figured I shouldn't tell him not to smoke. I think we were at my parents' home, and they would allow it, so I couldn't do much. I wish I could have, though, because my clothes were hanging right there, and I knew they would smell nasty after that.

He took a drag on the cigarette and practically the whole thing burned down. There was one really long ash on it. He took the ash (that strangely held together) and threw it on me. I was really upset, but I didn't want him to know, so I got up and turned around so he wouldn't see me crying. I got the ash off and sat back down. A minute or so later, he did something else, and the rest of the lit cigarette fell on my pants leg. Yuck.

A few minutes later I was laying on my side on the couch, and he was laying down, too, leaning against me. It was non-sexual. But then Courtney Love walked by, and she wasn't very happy.

I was in a house, and Joani, the manager of a division at work, asked if I would cook breakfast. She mentioned two items for me to cook. I don't remember what they were, but one of them had the word "secret" in its name. I told other people there that I would cook enough for them, too.

I went in the kitchen and saw a bi-level rice steamer made of wicker in the shape of a pagoda. The top half had white rice and the bottom had brown rice. I figured that was Francine's from Change Management.

I also saw a big pan of home fries that looked really good and crispy. Over on a dinette table, I saw a pan full of brisket. I tasted it, and it was yummy.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was supposedly at my grandma's house. The light in the bathtub/shower was burnt out. I don't know why I was concerned about changing the light bulb because it was plenty bright in there. I think my dad was helping me. I got a step stool to put in the tub, but when I stepped in there, I found I could reach the light without it. I was standing in mid-calf high water.

Later I was listening to the radio. It was still early morning. I was looking at the Ampcast chat, but I wasn't in there (something I can't do in real life). People were saying not-so-nice things about me.

I had the TV on. It was showing an American Idol type program except with older singers. There was a lady from Atlanta singing. I had seen the first show, but quit watching when the lady from Atlanta came on because she was supposed to sing country music, and I wasn't in the mood. I didn't know if this was a repeat of the first show or another one. After her first song, she announced that she was going to sing a song by Kim Novak. I was so excited. I wanted to record it, but I knew by the time I found a tape I could record on and got it going, she'd be done. I don't know why I didn't have TiVo. Later in the dream I thought that I should check TiVo to see if that episode was coming on again.

As she was singing, I had to think about whether the song was really mine. I do so many collaborations that some people think a song is mine when it isn't. But she was singing "You Rescue Me," and that one is all mine. Yay!

Later I was in a car, I think, and we were driving across a long bridge. I think there was some major disaster imminent, but I don't know if it was flood or nuclear war or what. Then I was running with my supervisor along ramps and stairs. We got to where we were going, and he met up with his family. There were lots of people there. A little later, he was making whatever arrangements needed to be made for staying where we were, and I was hoping he was including me in with his family. I didn't expect he would, though, and I don't know why I even thought of it.

My coworker Jonathan was there, and he was asking people questions. He asked me how many people I was dating. I told him only one, and that wasn't even really a true dating situation. He asked me who it was, but I wouldn't tell him.

I was telling people about that American Idol type show where the lady from Atlanta sang my song. Someone brought up issues about getting paid, but I hadn't registered my songs with ASCAP, so I wouldn't get paid. I was also telling them about the people in the chat room speaking ill of me. One person I told was an old time Ampcaster, and he said it was just a whole new crowd there these days.

Sitting in a dining room area, I opened a can of salmon. I dumped it out onto a napkin and was trying to pick out the bones. People were watching me. I don't think it was supposed to have bones, but I knew it did anyway. The salmon was a dirty transparent white color. I got up to get a fork. When I got back, several people had taken a share of the salmon. It didn't make me mad. It was easy to pick out the bones in what I had left, though.

I was at somebody's house. I went outside and they had a long backyard. I was outside the fence at the back of the house and yard. I saw a monkey-like creature that kinda looked like Zoboomafoo. Then I saw a smaller creature hanging on the fence. It looked kinda like a baby Wombat.

Later... Inside the house, I was sitting with Lou Holtz. We were looking at something on my laptop. I was sitting on his left side scratching his back with my right hand. It wasn't a sexual thing, and I was thinking how cool it was to have a friend that I could have contact like that without it being sexual.

Later again... I had lost my laptop, and we were looking for it. Lou noticed one under a pillow. I pulled it out and opened it. I seemed smaller than I remembered. I saw other things that seemed different and finally decided it wasn't my laptop. We kept looking. I found it in the kitchen. A lady was watching a movie on it and eating breakfast. She smiled a lot. Then I remembered she was watching a movie with it the night before.

I was walking Lily in a complex of townhouses. Some little girls were walking with us. Lily was out kinda far on the lead, and she turned into an alley. When I turned the corner, I panicked because there was a big dog between me and her and a big dog beyond her. There was a lady walking them, too. I started talking to the dog closest to me hoping it would keep it calm. I was so afraid they would pounce on Lily. The lady said I was doing a great job.

Then there was stuff about some choir that had been put together. Some of my friends were in it, but I didn't know anything about it. I wondered why I hadn't been invited, but it was a fleeting wonder. I wasn't really concerned. I think I was at the choir performance later, or maybe it was some other presentation or speech. Then later I was looking at it on my laptop. I found myself in the audience. I noticed that it was one of those times when I felt like crying and my face scrunched up. Then the camera focused in on me. I think the camera person or producer or whoever thought the presentation was so touching it was making me cry, but really it was just me starting to cry like I do sometimes.

Later, I was with my friends who were in the choir. One of them, Pam (who is really someone I work with now), was acting like she felt bad I wasn't in the choir. She told me she knew why I wasn't invited, but she wasn't sure she wanted to tell me. Before, I wasn't concerned, but since she kept bringing it up, I was curious. I thought it probably had to do with an independent artist promoter I know... that he had somehow kept me out. She said it was because the Indian leader of the choir wasn't sure my spiritual beliefs would fit in. I thought that was odd because I don't really have spiritual beliefs. So I thought either the indie promoter lied about me to the Indian leader, or that not having spiritual beliefs was the problem.

My futon bed was in the backyard, and I was sleeping out there. Lily was there, too. I'd been sleeping out there every night for a while. This night I was looking up at the stars and thinking it's strange no one had ever come into the back yard to bother me. I started worrying about it and thinking someone might rape me if I kept sleeping out there.

As I was thinking that, it was morning and a bunch of workers entered the yard next to mine. The yards were like the house I grew up in in Houston. The head of the futon bed was against the chain link fence between my house and grandma's house, but in the dream, grandma didn't live there. I was gathering my pillows to go inside. Three of the workers walked right over to me. I was watching two of them to see what they would do. The third reached through the fence and grabbed my arm. It scared me. One of them told him not to do that. I could tell the one who grabbed me and another one were mentally challenged.

I went inside. The whole back wall of the house was glass with several doors. As I was going in, I thought about how not all of the doors locked. I messed with the lock on one of the doors, a swinging aluminum screen type door. It wouldn't lock. I didn't have the key, but I was turning the lock with my finger. I went to another door, a big glass door that might have been a sliding door. There was someone standing outside it wanting to buy some food. During the day, someone in the house sold Blimpie sub sandwiches through that door. I told the person that it wasn't open to sell food yet.

Later in the dream, I was talking to my Dad about how the doors wouldn't lock. He wasn't responsive. I said that maybe he didn't need to fix anything... maybe he just needed to give me his keys, so I could make copies. He still wasn't responsive. I tried to talk about his non-responsiveness to my friend, but my friend wouldn't pay attention to that conversation.

Someone bought a dinette set and set it up. She said it used to have a glass top, but she replaced it. When the glass top was on there, you could look down and see a second wooden layer to the table. The top she replaced the glass with wasn't very big at all, and someone else came into the house and asked where the new dinette set was even though it was right there.

During the day, my mom said something about my bed out in the backyard. I looked out there and a homeless man was sleeping on it. It was starting to look tattered, but the pillows looked okay. It's strange that I brought my pillows in earlier, but that they were on the bed later. I didn't realize that in the dream. We let the homeless guy sleep there.

Later when I looked at the bed, it was all ripped up and the mattress and pillows had lost their color. Everything was gray.

I was in a store and a guy was trying to sell another guy a poster. He said last year's posters went fast. I commented that they did go fast, and I wasn't able to get one. I told him a couple of times, someone in front of me got the very last poster at the store. The salesguy smiled and handed me one of this year's posters. Somehow, I knew he was going to give me one of last year's posters, but I didn't know what he meant by giving me this year's. I didn't know if he meant for me to buy it, or if it was a gift. It was awkward, and I was trying to think of the best way to handle it without asking outright. In real life, I usually just ask outright.

Someone also gave me a flag, and as I was unrolling it, and rolling it back up, it fell apart. The flag came loose from the pole, and the top part of the pole disintegrated.

I didn't have a real coherent dream... just a lot of little weird things strung together...

I rode a boat along a river. It was a river in a city kinda like the Riverwalk in San Antonio. Then I was walking with another girl along the river. I asked her if she'd left the boat at the end of the river and walked back. I couldn't believe she would leave the boat like that.

I saw one of the section managers at work. She told me she was engaged.

I was talking to the girl with the boat again. She told me that the section manager had hired Irish Kelly because she wanted to play tennis with her. After a while, she dumped Kelly as a tennis partner.

I was driving to work with someone. I looked down and noticed I hadn't shaved my legs in weeks. Then I wondered why I could even see my legs, and noticed I didn't have pants on. So I told the person with me that I would drop her off and go back home to put some pants on.

I was at work, I think. A guy got finished working on something with 3 other guys. They were going their separate ways, and they all kissed like family members would kiss. Then a girl at work kissed me like a sister. I said something like, "Isn't it weird with all this kissing here?" She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. I thought I might have hurt her feelings, so I said, "I mean... especially with the guys kissing each other?" She got a look on her face like she didn't like what I was saying and backed away farther from me. I couldn't figure out what she thought I meant, so I just shut up. I figured saying anything else would make things worse.

I was in a house with other people. I'd been given a rifle. I kept thinking some evil people or beings were going to attack the house.

In that house, a bunch of us were sitting at a long table. A breeze blew from another part of the room and made the miniblinds near me go up. I got up and was trying to fix the miniblinds, and I kept thinking the evil beings would show up at that window while I was fixing them.

I was living in a dorm. Some friends were in my room. I looked in the doorway and my parents were there. I wasn't expecting to see them. I asked if I had time to take a shower, but I was told no. My Dad wasn't talking to me because he was mad at me. But then my Dad went to take a shower. I told my Mom I was going to take a shower anyway. I was going to take a really quick one, but it took longer than I wanted. I had some of my clothes on during the shower for some reason.

We went to the grocery. I was drinking some bottled water and expected they would pay for it. I looked at the ingredients and it had some weird stuff in it, but I don't remember what. I looked at the label, and it was called Chicken Water. I walked out with it, but I don't think my parents paid for it.

Then we went to a smaller retail store. I picked up an item. I can't remember what it was... maybe a skin cleaning kit. I was going to pay for it myself. My aunt was with us, and she and my parents had gotten a lot of items to buy. When I got up to the cashier, I told him that I was paying for my item separately. He told me I owed $60, but he had counted my aunt and parent's stuff, too.

Then my aunt was going to pay for all their items with a check that was going to have to be endorsed by many, many other relatives. The cashier said he would have to call Iraq. Apparently, the store was owned by someone in Iraq.

I woke up and noticed wet spots on the floor behind the bed and in other spots. I heard Lily licking. I found her and the bones along her muzzle were exposed. She didn't have a nose. There was just a bone sticking forward and her tongue was coming out from under that bone. The wet spots were drool.

I called the vet's office and identified myself as Kim Novak and told them I needed to bring Lily in. The lady accused me of making a prank call. She didn't believe me because of my name. I told her it was a real call, but she hung up on me. I think she hung up on me a few times. I finally made an appointment.

Later in the dream's day, I realized I had forgotten what time the appointment was, and I was very worried I'd already missed it. I was feeling awful.. like I wasn't taking care of my dog like I should.

I was taking Lily for a walk. I noticed a lake off to the right, and realized we were walking farther than we usually do. I think it was Clear Lake in Houston. Then we came to a stream crossing our path. At first, I told her I wasn't wearing the right shoes to walk through it. I was wearing flip flops. But then I told her okay.

We stepped into the stream, and she took a left turn to stay in the stream. We walked in between some trees. I noticed a fish hovering above the water like it was swimming in air. I noticed another long fish hoving above the water. It had a big mouth. Lily walked near it, and it started to open it's mouth to bite her. I pulled her leash and pulled her away from the fish.

When we got home (it was my childhood home), I saw my mom through the window holding a small alligator. I was thinking I needed to be careful because it would probably try to bite Lily, too.

Inside, I realized I had missed a bunch of classes and forgot what my schedule was. A class was just letting out, and a girl said since I and another guy did the presentation last time, could she do the next one.