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Wednesday, Oct 29th 2008 #

[Oct 29th 2008, 20:55] >>> The Denim covered tv

I dreamed I was at my in-law house. As usual (recurring dream) my inlaws live in a trailer. I am in the living room. My mother in law is telling my husband and myself that she finally found the right furniture for her bedroom. I asked what kind and she said she did the whole bedroom in denim. I was so curious that I left the room and walked down the hallway. The trailer was a double wide so I walked through the right side of the house which was like a big long laundry room. When I got to their bedroom I peeked inside. The walls were a dark walnut paneling. There were two small trailer windows with rust colored curtains covering them. I looked for the king size bed they had and saw two recliner with denim over the cushions and denim coverlets. I looked around and saw there was no bed. They were each sleeping in recliners, the whole night through. I turned and looked at the TV. It was a big old fashion console tv. All the parts that were wood were covered with denim fabric. The dresser was just the same. Denim every where! I walked into the next room and saw one whole side of the room had spikes hanging from the ceiling. At the end of the spikes were all different styles of hats. Knitted, pork pies, sombreros, top hats, fedoras.... I never knew my father in law had so many hats. Then I heard a man's voice behind me asking me why I was snooping around. The man was the live in companion of one of my husbands relatives. He is nice but often creepy and weird to be around. I told him that I was interested in the hats and quickly left the room. I woke up to sirens in my neighborhood.   [s]

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Wednesday, Oct 22nd 2008 #

[Oct 22nd 2008, 15:25] >>> Ed Begley Jr., the angry SUV driver

I was working at the Fine Pen store again. The store was closed and out of business but all the stock was still there. My boss was a blond man in his 30's. Someone knocked on the door of the store, demanding to be let in. I let them in and within minutes they had bought a nice resin Waterman pen for around $100. It was such an easy sale. I was disappointed that the store was closed and there was no where to by a nice pen.
Next I was with Scott and a few others. We were going to Mexico. An SUV pulled up and like a taxi, we got in. We were going to the airport when I realized our driver was Ed Begley Jr. (Super eco-wouldn't drive an SUV Ed Begley Jr.) He was so angry. He wouldn't talk to us and drove like he was drunk (angry drunk) He drove us to a wooded area on a hill. We could see a Subway restuarant below. We started to get worried that we would not make it to the airport on time.. Suddenly, Ed gunned the car and shot down the hill instead of following the paved road. We all bounced around in the back of the SUV. He tore up a bunch of the terrain going down. We piled out of the SUV, happy to be unhurt.
Next thing we are in the Subway restuarant. A policeman comes running in, sees Ed Begley Jr. and arrests him. Ed resists and the cop says "You're Goin' Down!" and hauls Ed out the door. I run after them. "NO!" I shout "You can't take him! He needs to drive us to the airport!!" That is when I realized I didn't have my passport or luggage. "Someone has to take me home to get my stuff!" I plead. I woke up and I didn't get to go to Mexico.

Edited on Oct 22nd 2008, 20:17 by superdreamer

Edited on Oct 22nd 2008, 20:18 by superdreamer   [s]

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Tuesday, Oct 21st 2008 #

[Oct 21st 2008, 13:54] >>> Good Morning Star Shine!

My dream started off in the basement of the church I attended as a youth. There was a group of people milling around and my friend Jane. There seemed to be some sort of trade show going on. I wandered through the room with Jane following me. It started to sink in that this was a religious trade show and some of my co-workers were there. I got really excited when I saw the free stuff. It was all real cool stuff like Jesus highlighters and the lives of the Saints rulers. Jane grabbed my arm and told me not to take anything. I told her I didn't see the harm. It was all promotional stuff anyway. I started loading up. Grabbing highlighters, rulers, holy whiteout... all the stuff I could use at my desk. She finally was able to pull me out of the room. The next room (once again, the kitchen of the house I grew up in) we walked into was full of food, mostly gone food. Most of the tables with plates with scraps of vegetables on them, emptied out dip bowls and remains of bread loaves. I was disappointed because I really wanted some carrots and ranch dip. (??) Jane was gone. I turned to look for her and she no where to be found.
I saw a short stair way (3 to 4 steps) and saw my (long dead) mother. She was dressed in her denim pants and shirt from the 70's with all the embroidery on it. She had a cool pair of aviator sunglasses on with her hair cut in that 70's shag. She was holding a rust colored cloth belt in her hand. She had a needle and thread in the other. She was sewing rhinestones on the belt. We talked for a minute (never long enough when she pops into my dreams) and then she was gone. I walked up the stairs and into the next room. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a rust colored coat that matched the belt Mom was working on. The sleeves were huge belled sleeves. I raised my arms, Oliver's "Good Morning Star Shine" started playing. I flapped my arms gracefully like a bird and raised off the floor. The room was huge like the ballroom in the "Fearless Vampire Killers" (or any other gothic vampire film of your choice) and I flew around the room. The music was playing and I was floating. 6 people walked into the room and stood in a line near the back. I floated down and flew around them. That's when I noticed that Mr Kotter (Gabe Kaplin) had entered the room... I thought, that is Mr. Kotter and woke up.   [s]

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Tuesday, Oct 14th 2008 #

[Oct 14th 2008, 20:22] >>> Everyday work dream

I found myself working once again for a retail outlet that I worked for a few years back. It was a furniture store this time. I was sitting at a computer in the middle of the store. I felt self conscious because my co-workers could see my computer and I knew they could see me if I was not dedicating myself to work. I was given a folder with 5 new accounts to open (something to do with my current job) I can almost recognize the woman who gave them to me, but not really. I tried to enter data into Access but had a real hard time with the fields. My boss, Ashton Kutcher walked up to me and asked how I was doing. I told him that I was not able to enter the information and was worried that I would not finish adding accounts before the work day ended. He was not real interested in what I was saying and wandered off. I heard a man speaking behind me. I turned and asked him to repeat what he had asked. he was asking to sit on an easy chair near my desk. I told him that I was either deaf as a doornail (mom's old saying) or he was mumbling. He rather rudely stated that I was indeed "deaf as a doornail" and sat down. My feelings were alittle hurt. Then a group of 4 young people came in and asked to sit on the sofa next to rude man's chair. I told them to go ahead and tried to get back to work. A.K walked through the store with upper management. He asked if I had completed my work and I told him no, I hadn't but I probably could stay after work and finish. The mgnt woman told me that I would not be staying to work overtime. Then I asked about Chasity's spreadsheet and how that would affect her banking for the day. The mgnt started to herd people out of the store, including the young hipnoids and the rude man. They locked the doors and turned out the lights and everyone headed into the backroom. We walked up a flight of stairs and I stood and talked to AK in the hallway. He was flirty and I hugged him and told him that I was much older than his wife (reality, just a few years) I turned and walked toward the stairway. (I have had this happen in quite a few dreams when I go upstairs I often find there is no way to get back down.) I walked to the stairs and saw that the stairs had disappeared and people were now climbing up and down. I leaned over and looked down. I backed off and stood next to another woman. She said, "the stairs used to be there...I don't want to go down that way.." she turned and walked away. I followed her. I must have found the stairs because I was on the ground floor with Scott and Ilse. I was dressed in a blue evening gown with a towel on my head. My hair was wet. We walked out of the building and out to the street. I looked back to see that the store I had come out of was more like a lodge at a lake (Redfish Lake Lodge, Idaho). Next to the Lodge was a beautiful marble museum. I said to Scott and Ilse that we could walk through the Museum and out the back to get to where we needed to be. We walked up to the steps of the Museum. I saw myself in the glass doors and thought how silly I looked in the evening gown with a towel on my head. I pulled the towel off and ran my fingers through my hair to get the tangles out. As we started to climb the steps I told S & I that we needed to bring the cats with us. Down at my feet were 3 cats. They started climbing the steps with us. We got to the doors and when I opened them, the cats walked right into the museum. People around us noticed that cats and were all charmed. Ilse mentioned that we started with 10 cats and were down to 3. I don't remember more than 3 cats. They were all different. I woke up.

Edited on Oct 15th 2008, 11:52 by superdreamer   [s]

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Friday, Oct 10th 2008 #

[Oct 10th 2008, 13:44] >>> Tim Finn in Portland Oregon

I was in Portland, Oregon. I was walking down a city street and turned into an alley by a concert hall. I couldn't believe my eyes, but there was Tim Finn from Split Enz and Crowded House standing there. He looked like he was right out of the 80s with 80s hair and clothes (yellow shirt and white pants). He looked about 35. I walked up to him (similar to when I met his brother in the real world in Portland in 2004) and extended my hand. I told him how thrilled I was to be able to meet him and that I had met Neil before. He was so warm and gracious. He held my hand and talked with me at length (don't remember about what) and then gave me a big hug. I felt so warm and loved. I walked away and headed down the street. I must have been near 23rd street (shops and restaurants and residential) because I walked a block or two and was lost. Then I noticed that I wasn't alone. I had a younger girl with me. She was about 5' tall (I'm 6') and she seemed so small. We walked up a dirt trail. When we got near the top I noticed that there was a man lurking in the shadows. I was immediately afraid. We tried to sneak by him and get away but he saw us and started chasing us. We got to the top of the hill and quickly built a trap for him. He ran up and got caught and weirdly enough, turned into the green man (living tree) we lit the tree on fire and ran away.
Next thing I know, I am back in the alley where I met Tim Finn. I walked up to his wife and started talking to her. She was so nice and sweet to me, I felt like we were old friends. Then the dream turned to a bunch of random images and I woke up.

Edited on Oct 15th 2008, 11:55 by superdreamer   [s]

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Monday, Oct 6th 2008 #

[Oct 6th 2008, 14:27] >>> Tomato Whisperer

I was back at University. I was attending a class lecture by my husband, Mr. V. I walked into the forum style classroom and passed my neighbors parents sitting at the back of the room. I stopped to say hi to Carl and Adele. I shook Carl's hand and asked how my neighbor was doing. "He's A Drunk!" is all his father would say. I was a little confused because my neighbor works for the local big guy gym and he is always doing something athletic. I am sure that one can be a drunk and still be athletic, but it didn't seem like my neighbor's style to do that. I stepped over to his mom. I introduced my self and noticed that she was clutching a photo of an older woman. She said her name a few times, I couldn't understand what she was saying. Finally I realized I must have been talking to my neighbor's sister. She was clutching her mother Adele's photo. She said that Adele had died a few weeks ago. Once again Carl added "He's a drunk!". I made polite chat and walked off to find a seat for Scott's (my husband) lecture.
I sat in an empty seat next to two teenage girls and their mother. They were talking about Scott like he was a rock star. I finally turned to them and told them I was married to him. The mother looks me dead in the eye and asked "what was the hardest thing you two have been through?" Odd question. I answered that when we first got together my mother died and we went through it together. She seemed satisfied with that answer and turned away. Then people came down the aisle with stack of Scott's book that he was using for his lecture. I was shocked that he had written a book and surprised that it was all about tomatoes in literature. I looked at the book. It was big! with lots of pages. about tomato literature! The cover looked like a drawing off a Mother Earth News magazine from the 70's. Very hippy-esque. Just as Scott was about to start his lecture, a couple of kids sitting next to the woman with the teenagers started laughing and talking. Then they lit up some pot and started smoking it. I could smell it from where I was sitting. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw someone sneaking down the aisle in a tan colored trench coat. There were several empty seats in front of me. Suddenly the person in the trench coat leaped up onto the empty seats in front of me and over the seat to the boys smoking pot. I recognized that the person in the trench coat was Danny Romalotti from the Young and the Restless (really it was Michael Damian, Mr. 1 hit wonder from the 80's) His hair was just like it was in the 80's! He had a tank on his back filled with water and a spray attachment. He put the boys pot out and disappeared down the aisle.
Very stealth move on his part. Not much else I can remember after that.   [s]

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Thursday, Oct 2nd 2008 #

[Oct 2nd 2008, 13:55] >>> Debbie and the black evening gown

I was hosting a party for my co-workers (something I would never do). I was getting everything ready to take outside for a summer bar-b-que. Lori arrived first. As we were walking out into the yard, Debbie walked up to me in a black evening gown.
In the real world, I haven't seen or spoken to Debbie for about a year and 1/2 after she blew off a landmark birthday for me. I admit it, I have been pissed off. Considering we have been friends for over 40 years, I took it pretty hard.
I turned to her and told her that I was busy and she needed to go. She showed me her dress (something she would never wear) and her spray on tan. The dress had part of the middle cut out showing her stomach (not good) I tried not to laugh but she looked really silly. She said she had to talk to me. I made her come inside and talk in private. I guess I didn't want to appear totally immature to my co-workers.
We went into the bedroom and I shut the door. She asked why I wouldn't talk to her anymore (we were right back to jr. high) I tried to be cool but my anger came right to the surface. "You sent me an email on my birthday!" and then I went into a long drawn out explaination about how hurt I was that someone I had known since 7 years old couldn't even bother to send a card or make a call. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Then I topped the whole speech off with "I will see you at your mother's funeral." and walked out of the room. I woke up at that point. Apparently, I am still angry at Debbie in the black evening gown.

Edited on Oct 6th 2008, 14:28 by superdreamer   [s]

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[Oct 2nd 2008, 13:37] >>> trailor park subdivision

I was at home with S. Once again, it is not our house, but the house I grew up in. It was around 10:00 pm or 10:30pm. Dave Y showed up and was with S in the living room. S left the room and returned with two pieces of fabric and an ugly store bought cable knit purple sweater with a matching fur collar. He tossed them to Dave Y and said "here, these are for you." I cringed that he would give the old ugly sweater to Dave and curious as to why he gave him the fabric. Dave just smiled and said thanks.
I walked out into the night in my bathrobe. Suddenly I was across the street looking at my (parents) house and in the kitchen window I could see a woman who looked like Patsy A. I hadn't seen her for years. That's when I noticed the house was really a trailor. Then I noticed that the trailor was starting to move. Not like in an earthquake but more like it was going to go mobile and move. Sure enough, the trailor started to roll down the road toward a busy street to it's doom and destruction. Then like in an action film, it turned sharply in the street and stopped.
I walked across the street and went back into the house (it was stationery again) I looked into the living room and saw Dave Y asleep on the floor. I went into the bedroom and saw that S was asleep in bed. Then I heard sounds in the back of the house. I went towards the noise and found about 5 girls dressed in bridesmaids dresses. I said that they would have to leave because this was a private home. A woman walked up to me and showed me a receipt for the rental of the house until 2:30 am. She said that S had rented it to them and they were staying! (she was angry) I walked out of that room and into another. It was like a class room. I sat down at a desk. I looked down at my arms and saw that I was wearing a denim shirt (not me) and the sleeves were rolled up. I turned to look at the man standing against the wall. He was in his 30s, blond and balding. He had very light blue eyes. When I caught his gaze, he glared at me and muttered something about hating me. I was shocked that he was so vile towards me. I looked at him again and he said something about me and Obama. I woke up still a democrat in a red state.

Edited on Oct 6th 2008, 14:28 by superdreamer   [s]

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