dream 023

Sam (my 13-year old family dog who was put to sleep last summer) was alive..I was petting him and all of a sudden his skin turned blood red..his foot had fallen off..I was saying goodbye because I thought he was dying, but he didn't..his toe nails had fake nails underneath that were each a different color and labeled with a fruit that corresponded with the color...he turned into a blue pig, then a green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle..he had to lay still...but then Jessi Middleton's mom came and he bolted out the door and seemed fine...Jen would not go chase after him and all I had on was a tank top and a pair of granny panties. A cop pulled up and asked what was going on.

dream 012 (even though i've had a million i haven't documented)

i was going to the thornapple area and was by the golf course.  it was raining (which i suspect was a relevant part of the dream because i was sleeping in reality with my window open and it was pouring rain outside and i could hear it.)  the street had flooded so i couldn't drive through (i wasn't even in a car, though, but i knew i couldn't drive through it.)  i finally got to where i was going and was hanging out with marlie morgan & stephanie snyder.  stephanie was pregnant and we were at her baby shower.  there were pictures of myself and hello kitty all over the refrigerator, and some with shawna harrington.  shawna's mom came to me and said "recognize the theme!?!"  weird.  i left the shower for a little bit and went over to sarah wendel's house.  she and her mom were playing with a dog that sarah and i shared.  i took a bunch of pictures and polaroids of the dog, then went back to stephanie's baby shower.  i remember seeing stephanie's dad, who was the human version of kyle from south park's dad (and until last night, i had no idea who that character was or what he looked like because i don't watch south park... but my tv was on comedy central in the background and i watched the new episode which was a parody of the election and kyle's dad was a rabid obama supporter...haha..)  while at the shower, i was suddenly pregnant.  it was agreed that when i had the baby, abbey and i had to share it.  i didn't go through any kind of birthing, but the baby came to be, and abbey kept trying to take it away from me and not let me anywhere near it.  i was too busy trying to figure out how to work abbey's camera (which was a canon powershot sd1100 ... and of course i have dreams in which the electronics are distinctly identifiable because i sell cameras for a living, haha) .. she took my baby away and also grabbed the camera out of my hands because she wanted everything to herself.  i was furious.

at one point during the dream, i was in a house that was set up like my across-the-street neighbors' from childhood.  the front door lead immediately downstairs or up.  i don't know who's house it was or why i was there or who any of the people there were.  an old light-skinned black woman came to the front door to pick up something she had ordered.  i don't know what she had ordered, but i wondered why the owner of the house had made whatever it was and allowed people to come pick it up instead of delivering it to them.  the woman had a really ugly, stupid dog with her and it kept biting me.  when it bit me, it's mouth suctioned to my leg - and this is a gross description, i know, but in the dream it was the visual i kept getting - much the way a vagina suctions a penis inward.  i tried to kick the dog off of me but it kept sucking and biting me!

dream 002

thursday, july 31, 2008

i was walking through a grocery store and pushing a cart. i'd run into ryan martin in one aisle and we'd talk about jenna k. and then in the next aisle i'd run into jenna and we'd talk about ryan.

intermittently, i was having a conversation with jimi payne via IM. but i wasn't on a computer or a phone or anything.

there was an art show at the school jen and i went to (which resembled a high school.) there was all this talk about how cheapened the art program had become and how no one gave a shit anymore, and the pieces that were chosen to be put up on display were complete crap. as i walked the perimeter of the school, i saw jess helping hang a large stupid poster-sized piece of "art" on the windows outside in the courtyard. strolling further down the hallway i ran into the only cool thing at the art show - some dude had painted a larger-than-life-size box mint green, and then taped that off and painted the upper and lower portions of the box blackish-brown and was a giant mint-chocolate ice cream sandwich. the project was intended for people to get hands-on with it, and you could make your own version in whatever colors (flavors) you wanted, and then it would get wrapped up in graphically labeled ramen noodle-esque packaging.

i was talking to this dude (who, in my dream i knew from high school, but didn't really) about graphic design, and i was trying to ask him how to do something on photoshop, but i couldn't explain it correctly. jimi chimed in via invisible text message yet again and was like, "are you serious? if you don't know how to do that you're a fucking idiot."

then jen and i were rounding the corner of the school again and we'd apparently been walking for miles. alongside us came this older-ish couple with a dog on a leash. we stopped to pet the dog and we told them all about sam and how much we loved him and how hard it was for us to let him go. they told us that they'd had to do that with a pet before, too, and that it would be okay because you never forget a pet that you love as a family member. i wanted to continue to walk with them, but jen was sick of walking and was like, "UGGGHHHH SO WHAT? ARE WE GOING TO CALL A CAB?" and i was mad that she was being so insensitive.