"A lot of people think dreams are out of control and weird, but they're really an accurate mirror of our lives. Once you're aware of what's happening, they can be incredibly inspiring."
Ally Deheza of School of Seven Bells
Sunday, June 14, 2009
dreams 029 & 030
I was at a concert at a stadium w/April and my dad. The girl who was singing was formerly in a 90's girl pop band. She'd try to rile up the crowd by asking if she should sing one of their old hits...and no one cared or answered. I felt guilty, so I yelled, "YEA!!!"
I was with my dad. I told him I was hungry in an attempt to get him to suggest we go to a restaurant. He told me I'd just eaten and didn't need to again. We argued and I said mom never bought good groceries and I did. We drove by a bunch of industrial plants/factories and they stretched on for miles. There was a 50 Cent song playing & I knew and sang all of the words. "Pay ya bills" were some of the lyrics as we drove and (for some reason?) it was significantly related to the plant we were driving by. There were soooo many tanks filled with chemicals and gases and I wondered why they didn't just combust. Dad told me that they had been in business for a very long time and were very safe (..even though they were a cigarette butt's throw away from the freeway.) We got off the freeway and were stopped in a neighborhood on the west side and all of a sudden my dad was a really old man. We heard a vacuum cleaner start up in the distance and he said something like "I wonder if a cat is going for a ride!" - as in, the person was vacuuming and the cat sat on the vac while the person maneuvered it. I thought it was strange that a) my dad was so old and b) that he was concerned and knowledgeable about cats, because I'd never known him to be particularly interested in cats. I got a job at one of the factories I'd driven by. My job was to sort materials, in this case, data cds. Roseanne (like, Roseanne Barr, from "Roseanne") was a babysitter who lived on the grounds of the factory and I went there on my break. Her house smelled like cigarettes and mildew. I told her I missed her, as she was my childhood babysitter.
I was with my dad. I told him I was hungry in an attempt to get him to suggest we go to a restaurant. He told me I'd just eaten and didn't need to again. We argued and I said mom never bought good groceries and I did. We drove by a bunch of industrial plants/factories and they stretched on for miles. There was a 50 Cent song playing & I knew and sang all of the words. "Pay ya bills" were some of the lyrics as we drove and (for some reason?) it was significantly related to the plant we were driving by. There were soooo many tanks filled with chemicals and gases and I wondered why they didn't just combust. Dad told me that they had been in business for a very long time and were very safe (..even though they were a cigarette butt's throw away from the freeway.) We got off the freeway and were stopped in a neighborhood on the west side and all of a sudden my dad was a really old man. We heard a vacuum cleaner start up in the distance and he said something like "I wonder if a cat is going for a ride!" - as in, the person was vacuuming and the cat sat on the vac while the person maneuvered it. I thought it was strange that a) my dad was so old and b) that he was concerned and knowledgeable about cats, because I'd never known him to be particularly interested in cats. I got a job at one of the factories I'd driven by. My job was to sort materials, in this case, data cds. Roseanne (like, Roseanne Barr, from "Roseanne") was a babysitter who lived on the grounds of the factory and I went there on my break. Her house smelled like cigarettes and mildew. I told her I missed her, as she was my childhood babysitter.
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