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Friday, 06 November 2009

  • Back from Zambia with the same crazie dreams

    Last might I woke up from a nightmare. And, yes, I did watch an episode of House before I went to sleep last night. In my dream I was at the clinic with my mother to get something looked at. As usual the wait was epic. As we waited in the crowded seating area I noticed that my right cheek began to swell. I kept trying to relax it but it swelled more and more. I asked my mother if she noticed anything and she jumped to her feet to find a doctor. The expanding cheek was beginning to fill my mouth rapidly and I started rushing around to find help. When I saw someone I tried to tell them to stop and help me but I couldn't speak well because my mouth was filled with cheek. Finally the pressure in the cheek had reached the limit of my cheek skin, there was no more space, it was going to blow. A nurse with a syringe arrived to drain the thing when it burst into my mouth releasing a blast of gas. There was a long raspberry sputter as it emptied.

    Unfortunately the pulsing infected skin in my mouth began expanding again. I rushed to the mirror to see that the inside of my mouth was red and inflamed and this time it spread to my tongue as well. Bubbles and pockets of metabolizing bacteria spread and grew and soon my tongue was expanding with my cheek. "Ahh nee ta seee a duuherr" I tried to yell at the lady at the counter because I only had about 30 seconds before my mouth was filled with cheek again. She told me to calm down, not to worry a doctor will see me, just fill out this paper work on the clipboard with my insurance information. "I don haaa insuris!" I garbled at her. "Then your mom will have to pay for the treatment" the receptionist gave the clipboard to my mom and I'm not sure what she was having to agree to. At this point I couldn't say anything since the side of my cheek and tongue now filled my mouth. I was worried that I'd asphyxiate.

    A nurse directed us away and my mom whispered that she filled out the form and that my name was Dolores and I have insurance, because she'd filled out the form as if it were her with the problem. My cheek had maxed out again and it was time for another burst. "Pblblblbllbbblb" went the flatulent growing mutant cheek and I woke up!

    In my next dream I was at Wet n Wild and ran into 2 friends. I had a heavy backpack suitcase with me so it was a pain enjoying the park. I took the backpack with me on one of the water rides and because of the extra weight I flew out of the looping slide and into a pool. I ran into a display of Jennifer Hudson's new make-up line for large women of color and I tried on some of the tinted moisturizer. I thought they were free samples but when I asked the lady at the restaurant register she said they were not free but I should buy a pancake breakfast with crispy bacon and she praised just how wonderful the bacon was, the crispiest I'd had in my life. I left to get away from her bacon enthusiasm not realizing that I'd put one of the makeups in my bag before I realized they weren't free. I was arrested by the Wet n Wild security force and locked in there prison where most of us inmates were wearing bathing suits and had with us picnic gear. I somehow tunneled through a wall and was set to escape when I was transferred by the guard and then woke up

Friday, 13 March 2009

  • Currently
    The Help
    By Kathryn Stockett
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    Dreams- the latest

    The night before last I dreamed that I had to marry Vogler from "House" (Chi McBride) He was at least 15 years older then me but I was happy to finally be getting married. I was a bit worried about the age...

    Last night I dreamed that I was visiting Bryn Mawr with my two white daughters. Last night I'd listened to a review of a book "the Help" about black women that have to raise white women's children. They seemed to have more of a relationship with the kids then the biological mothers. So my "kids" in the dream might have been the kids of the white lady that I was travelling with. I was trying to get the older girl to settle down so that we could see the campus before we had to get on the last train out at 7:15 PM.  The girl couldn't talk, I think she had some learning dissability. She would walk around with her hands in her mouth and giggle and laugh a lot. I kept joking around and doing silly things with her until she was ready to go. I picked her up even though she was 6 or 7 and carried her out of the building. She had this back pack that she refused to ever take off but it weighed like 15 pounds, so they were Heavy.

    When we got on the bus, I found the friend or employer and the other kid. Once I collapsed in the seat with the 7 year old, the little one leaped into my lap from her mother's. The older one got happy to see her sister. Unfortunately the sister was like Thumbalina. She was in a sock and was about 7 inches tall. I tried to cup the squirming girl as she tried to escape the sock she'd been peering out of. But it was really weird holding such a tiny person. We got off the bus at another part of campus and the day had passed so quicky and we hadn't gotten to look around Bryn Mawr. I was sad that we had to go but we needed to catch that last train for the day. The husband of the white lady that was with me was there. He'd gotten rooms and rented a car. Guess we were going to stay and didn't have to worry about the train anymore!

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

  • Currently Gaming
    Final Fantasy XII
    By Square Enix
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    Dream another dream

    Well, this dream kept me struggling all morning before I woke up.

    I was back in High School and it was an inept school where the teachers weren't well trained or cared about the kids. I wandered from class to class because I wasn't sure which class I was supposed to be in and I settled in science class. The teacher was completing a project that the kids had been working on for awhile; how to make a shotgun. The first student that had the gun accidentally fired it and the buckshot slammed into a piece of modern art that was in the back of the room. It was a large metal red jack and it smoldered in response to the destructive shot. I got up to look over the other students to see what had happened and noticed the shards of metal that speckled my forearms and hands. Metal from the shredded statue had blown back at me and into my arms when I'd covered my face with my arms during the blast. I started pulling each razor sized piece of metal from my right arm. After I'd pulled 30-40 pieces of metal from my right arm, the outer-layer of skin slid, loosely connected to the flesh. I held on to it to keep it in place. I thought that I should have left some of the metal in my arm to keep my shredded skin in place.

    I examined my left arm and found that like a porcupine I had fine needles stippling my skin. I would need tweezers to get the hundred or so metal needles out of my arm. The bell rang and everyone left class. I wandered into the hall leaving a pile of bloody metal behind and holding the skin on to my right forearm.
    An idea struck me, why didn't I get a magnet? - that would pull the rest of the pins out of my arm.

    Of course, I'd wandered down the hallway and could no longer figure out where the science classroom had gone. I ran into a room because the bell was ringing and I thought it was the right class. Alas, it was math. I saw people that I recognized- Natalie and Jackie and thought that I might be in the correct class. Except that Natalie and Jackie were twins and in this dream there were 2 Jackies and one Natalie..weird. Anyway, after about 5 min the teacher had given up on teaching and assigned some work. The kids sat talking and I escaped to find that magnet.

    Finally after peeking in several doors I found the science teacher who was excitedly teaching the few interested students that sat in the front row of the class. I barged in and asked if he had a really strong magnet and explained the situation with my arm. He did have a magnet! He'd been fiddling with some electronic device and made a pretty strong magnet. He pulled out a device that looked like a large cardiac defibrillator paddle. He flipped the switch on the unit, leaned back away from it, and slowly swept the paddle  over the skin on my left arm. I felt a strong pull on my skin and could see the  pins of metal fly onto the paddle.  It was working!  He  moved the paddle in front of the rest of my arm, there was a tug of magnetic energy, and more needles flew out of the skin. Suddenly the lunch bell rang and his attention was diverted back to the class. He put down the magnetic paddle and started trying to tell the students their homework as they rushed from the class. I was about to leave until I saw that  the side of my hand and elbow still had pins sticking out and I needed to finish with the magnet.  Of course the teacher was no help so I managed to get it working on my own and  felt the strong pull as I finished with my pincushion arm.

    I wandered through the halls and eventually out the back entrance to the dark and overcast hood behind the school.  I could see lights at the end of the alleyway and made my way to the grocery store.  I was getting Ramen noodles and then saw that the store had a Chinese food takeout section. As I looked to see what was on the menu 3 black guys with guns ran in and robbed the people at the counter and and the takeout line. I immediately ducked down below the food I was looking at and noticed 2 other shoppers, friends of mine, Shabaka and Haqi. We all looked at each other and Shabaka held up a silencing finger to his mouth. I breathed quietly and could hear the robbery completing and then gunshots as the thieves killed the 2 employees. Sirens could be heard in the distance and the robbers yelled to each other to leave.

    Once the robbers were gone Shabaka and Haqi were yelling that we had to get out of there before the police arrived or they would think we'd done everything. I ran following them out of the store past the overturned food and pool of red on the floor. I couldn't se the employees but I had a feeling that they were laying on the floor dying. We burst out of the front door and glimpsed the thieves rounding a corner in a black car with black tinted windows. One of the guys had the window partly down and we could see a sparkle of light in his eye as he looked us in our faces. The car disappeared and we ran back down the alley into the shadows.

    So, I have to get to work but what happened next was, I started walking back to the school and the black car pulled up- the guy started shooting at me with a silencer. I managed to avoid the 2 shots, I thought I recognized the guy shooting at me. I yelled that we wouldn't turn them in to the police. He yelled that his boss wouldn't let him leave any living witnesses. I made it back to school and tried to hideout in a counselors office that was empty. I left the office at the end of the day and saw the guy waiting by the front entrance to find me. He couldn't bring a gun into the school because of the metal detectors. We went back to the office where I tried to convince him that we wouldn't turn them in and they didn't have to kill us. He seemed to be humoring me and then pulled a small knife from his shoe. I grabbed his arm and shoulder and flipped him on to the desk. He thought all of this was funny because he was confident that they would kill me in the end. I kept trying to reason with him as I held him down. He was pretty lean and shorter then me so I didn't have too much difficulty. I told him that I had a friend that worked in the police department and if I could make sure that the investigation of them never happened would they stop trying to kill me? He said he'd have to check with his boss. I ran from the office and school and saw that the wasn't following.

    I went to a friend of mine's house whose father is a state trooper. He was getting ready for his shift but listened to my story. We were formulating a plan when I went into the kitchen and saw the killer guy standing at the top of the stairs with a big blue thing in his hand. I screamed "it's a bomb!!!" and dove back down the steps to the living room. Water rushed into the house after me. I ran/swam into the basement to get my friends baby and 7 year old before they drowned. Somehow, the chemical in the water bomb would react with oxygen to create water. It worked like fire, consuming the oxygen and making more water, until everyplace that was filled with air, was replaced with water. I left doors open because I knew if I went in a room, when the room filled with water I'd be trapped, the chemical reaction happened so quickly, one minute it would be an empty room, a minute later it would be a tank of water and you'd have to swim to the door. Somehow we all made it alive- I think my trooper friend broke windows open and the water drained out. The bad guy was gone and I realized that I had to hunt this guy down and kill him before he killed me and my friends. I needed to get to the boss, or this would never end....

Monday, 16 June 2008

  • Currently Listening
    The Black & White Album
    By Imani Coppola
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    More wackyness

    Okay I just woke up from a dream that started with:
    My dad getting a call from his pastor telling him that my dad's test results showed that he had intestinal cancer.
    I was hired to persecute a gay couple that I think had gotten illegally married
    - on the way we had an incident in a boat with an alcoholic whale that would capsize people trying to get their alcohol
    - also we kept seeing people with these newhairstyles where they would make these big styles with fake hair similar to what you see now, but would put a fake dolls face in it that looked like their own face and it would have a hairstylejust like theirs. It was really weird. It was like 2 tiers, the first being their face with their hair and the fake hair styled around it and the second tier above was a doll face with the exact same style framed around its face.
    - I was talking to the people at the club (as I was investigating that gay couple) and a lady whose boat was destroyed by a whale thought the styles were "redic" (rediculous) I'm not sure where I was but people had weird accents and slang. I'm thinking I might have been in the Carribbean, lots of booze cruises for whales to attack and get alcohol from.

    Anyway, there was the showdown at the end where I found the gay couple and called my back up guy to bring them in. This started a gun fight - the gay guys had guns and my backup didn't. He ran at them dodging the bullets. I realized that someone was going to get killed and this was rediculous so I ran after the 3 of them fighting. They started shooting at me but the bullets were so slow, I could dodge them too. I grabbed a piece of plywood and could deflect the bullets with it. Finally, I reached and captured the guys and my backup got them in handcuffs. The media had arrived by now and I was supposed to visibly put them in the police car so all of the gay folks would know how our country didn't tolerate them. However, I realized that I was setting a prescedent and instead of making an example of them for intolerance. I announcd that under our laws they could be imprisoned for their marriage, but I was taking the cuffs off and letting them go free to show that our police department would no longer be persecuting gays.

    Somewhere in there my dad's brother and family came to visit my dad to see how hs treatment was coming. it was weird my cousin Jason had like shoulder lenght hair and kinda seemed like he'd become a hippy. Everyone else seemed fine. I told my dad that once they remove the huge tumors from his gut at least he'd be loosing weight.

    Anyway, all of this random weird stuff actually ties in to things that have happened in my life recently. -except for the alcoholic whale....

Wednesday, 07 May 2008

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