The last couple of months, I have had a recurring place show up in my dreams. This is not the same type of dream happening (like falling, your clothes suddenly being gone, etc.) but rather there has been a location that shows up in my dreams which, to my knowledge, does not actually exist.
I want to say it was 2-3 months ago that I first had a dream that I was in a car going from Corvallis to Philomath, but not following Hwy 20. It was some scenic route that was south of that route, but it was heavily wooded and very hilly. Plus, along the way, there was a large lake with a long shoreline and a huge dock to jump off of. Every time this lake has come up in my dream since, it has been suddenly sunny and a nice day for hanging out at the lake.
The first time the lake has shown up, and every time thereafter, I have been on my way to somewhere important and haven't been able to stop and enjoy the lake. However, a few nights ago I had the dream again, and this time I insisted to the person I was driving with (who typically morphs from one person to another during the course of these dreams) that we MUST stop at the lake. So we pulled over, and I RAN out toward the shoreline.
The sky became suddenly dark and clouded, and there was a sudden chill in the air. I noticed that there were some people hanging out there on the shoreline whom I normally never would have spent time with (to be frank, they seemed to be tweaking, and they were smoking really fowl-smelling cigarettes). The shoreline was suddenly littered with cigarette butts and empty cans of (gross, watery) beer. I ran out to the dock and suddenly it was rickety and without railing, as well as much less steady and much smaller than it had been before.
So it seems like my dreams are trying to tell me that all the things I want so badly aren't as cool as I think they are?
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Car Keys
Last night I dreamt that I was hanging out with my friend and bridesmaid Sarah. She was going to lend me her car (a blue Prius) for a little while, and handed me her keys. Somehow, I got that mixed up with my dad's best friend Dave's car, which in the dream was a white bronco (never a good sign, right?), and I don't know what he drives in real life.
I went and put the keys in the Bronco's door, and they worked to unlock it. (I realize this is 2013, but most of the cars I have had have NOT had keyless entry). I stood outside as I put the keys in the ignition, and the white bronco took off without me! I chased it across the parking lot, but it rammed into a fence and took out a portion of the fence, than just stopped.
I called Dave and apologized profusely, and he didn't even seem mildly upset or worried about it.
I went and put the keys in the Bronco's door, and they worked to unlock it. (I realize this is 2013, but most of the cars I have had have NOT had keyless entry). I stood outside as I put the keys in the ignition, and the white bronco took off without me! I chased it across the parking lot, but it rammed into a fence and took out a portion of the fence, than just stopped.
I called Dave and apologized profusely, and he didn't even seem mildly upset or worried about it.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Ankle Weights
Last night I had maybe the most normal, banal dream I've ever had.
I had a dream that I was frantically searching for a pair of ankle weights with the new Beaver logo on it. Frantically. Can't remember why.
I had a dream that I was frantically searching for a pair of ankle weights with the new Beaver logo on it. Frantically. Can't remember why.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Steven and I go to Canada
Last night, I had a dream that Steven and I showed up early for the family's annual campout. My uncle John was there, and he was stressing out because he insisted that we needed some Canadian lumber before the end of the campout. (I have no idea what for.) So Steven and I offered to take a road trip to Vancouver, and promised we could get back before the end of the campout.
Somehow, Steven and I ended up in a big gray 15-passenger van, and we picked up a hitchhiker along the way, who offered us some of his home-made candy. We took it, and the guy started laughing at us and saying that he'd laced the candy with cocaine.
So, imagine Steven and I on a road trip, tripping out on cocaine.
(Disclaimer: in real life I have never ingested any illegal substances.)
Night time came, and I was really irritated because I couldn't go to sleep. I woke up shortly after that, I just think it's funny that I was asleep and dreaming about not being able to sleep.
Somehow, Steven and I ended up in a big gray 15-passenger van, and we picked up a hitchhiker along the way, who offered us some of his home-made candy. We took it, and the guy started laughing at us and saying that he'd laced the candy with cocaine.
So, imagine Steven and I on a road trip, tripping out on cocaine.
(Disclaimer: in real life I have never ingested any illegal substances.)
Night time came, and I was really irritated because I couldn't go to sleep. I woke up shortly after that, I just think it's funny that I was asleep and dreaming about not being able to sleep.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Watching too much "The Following"
So pretty much immediately after I started this blog, I stopped having so many wild dreams. Maybe they are starting back up again, because last night I had a pretty wild one.
It was just after Zach and I got married. We lived in the house that my mom and dad first lived in as a married couple, on that property! (Which is odd, since they no longer live there.) The first part of the dream was warm and happy feeling :).
One day, for reasons I don't remember, I ventured into Corvallis by myself. I was wandering downtown (one of my favorite things to do in C-town) when I got grabbed and kidnapped. I got taken to this large grassy field that was surrounded by dense forest, and there were lots of people hanging out there. It was a very warm summer day, and the atmosphere was energetic but almost kinda friendly, like summer camp or something. Which was odd, since I'd just been kidnapped.
Then I noticed two of my friends, my college roommate Melissa and her husband Dominic. I was all excited to see them, but they (especially Melissa) seemed very panicked and worried, and I assumed she'd been kidnapped too.
Suddenly I noticed that our (my and Zach's) house was there in the field, but Zach wasn't. I grabbed Melissa and Dominic and we went inside. Everything inside was torn up: furniture tipped over, wallpaper ripped off the walls...and also everything was in black and white, like the Wizard of Oz or something. Then Dominic started laughing...at us...telling us he'd tricked us, and now we were never leaving, we were going to become a part of this cult. Melissa and I promptly escaped through a window, and ran into some brush.
Unfortunately, we ran into the cult leader there, who told us that he would not kill us if we agreed to stay and each gave him $300 on the spot. I don't know why I was carrying around $100 bills (or why Melissa was either for that matter) but we each gave him three of them on the spot. He then said we'd better keep hiding, or other cult members would try to kill us. He said that for an additional $100 per day, he would help us find hiding spots from the other cult members. We agreed.
While we were hiding in a little brush cave thing, Melissa and I spotted a navy blue SUV off in the distance. With one look at each other, we ran to it, and noticed the keys in the ignition. I hopped in the driver's seat, prepared to incur damage to the car by driving it right through the brush so we could leave as quickly as possible. I looked over to Melissa in the passenger seat to clear that plan with her, and realized she was pointing an old west-style pistol at me, with a grin spreading across her face. At that point, I realized she was part of the cult too.
Then my alarm clock went off.
It was just after Zach and I got married. We lived in the house that my mom and dad first lived in as a married couple, on that property! (Which is odd, since they no longer live there.) The first part of the dream was warm and happy feeling :).
One day, for reasons I don't remember, I ventured into Corvallis by myself. I was wandering downtown (one of my favorite things to do in C-town) when I got grabbed and kidnapped. I got taken to this large grassy field that was surrounded by dense forest, and there were lots of people hanging out there. It was a very warm summer day, and the atmosphere was energetic but almost kinda friendly, like summer camp or something. Which was odd, since I'd just been kidnapped.
Then I noticed two of my friends, my college roommate Melissa and her husband Dominic. I was all excited to see them, but they (especially Melissa) seemed very panicked and worried, and I assumed she'd been kidnapped too.
Suddenly I noticed that our (my and Zach's) house was there in the field, but Zach wasn't. I grabbed Melissa and Dominic and we went inside. Everything inside was torn up: furniture tipped over, wallpaper ripped off the walls...and also everything was in black and white, like the Wizard of Oz or something. Then Dominic started laughing...at us...telling us he'd tricked us, and now we were never leaving, we were going to become a part of this cult. Melissa and I promptly escaped through a window, and ran into some brush.
Unfortunately, we ran into the cult leader there, who told us that he would not kill us if we agreed to stay and each gave him $300 on the spot. I don't know why I was carrying around $100 bills (or why Melissa was either for that matter) but we each gave him three of them on the spot. He then said we'd better keep hiding, or other cult members would try to kill us. He said that for an additional $100 per day, he would help us find hiding spots from the other cult members. We agreed.
While we were hiding in a little brush cave thing, Melissa and I spotted a navy blue SUV off in the distance. With one look at each other, we ran to it, and noticed the keys in the ignition. I hopped in the driver's seat, prepared to incur damage to the car by driving it right through the brush so we could leave as quickly as possible. I looked over to Melissa in the passenger seat to clear that plan with her, and realized she was pointing an old west-style pistol at me, with a grin spreading across her face. At that point, I realized she was part of the cult too.
Then my alarm clock went off.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
A dream in which I am not present
This is my first post in this new blog, which I am mainly keeping for my own record. However, I don't find dreams to be a very personal thing, and I like hearing about others' weird dreams, so in case anyone is as weirdly curious as I am, read away.
Last night I had a dream in which I was not present in the dream. I wasn't even like a passer-by, it was almost like I was watching a movie of it happening or something, or like floating invisibly on the ceiling. I've never had a dream in which I had no role!
A woman in her late 40s or early 50s awoke in her bunk bed (top bunk, her bottom bunk was reserved for when her son was visiting), and headed into work at some sort of cubicle/clerical job. When she got to work, she realized it was 11:19am, and she was supposed to have been in by 9am. She thought she had awoke at her normal time, as she was not accustomed to using an alarm clock. Her boss came along and fired her. She went out to the parking lot and her car was being towed, and she was arrested. She was taken to jail, and she called her son to come bail her out. (Her son was 24). He came to get her, but wouldn't speak a word until he got to her home.
Once he got home, he began speaking sternly to her about how her actions the night before were unacceptable and how she needed to get help. Slowly, as he was talking to her, the night came back to her in flashbacks.
First, she remembered having a homeless man drive her car home because she was too impaired, and struggling to get up to her top bunk.
Next, she remembered having several beers with a younger crowd, of whom she only knew 2-3 people that she worked with, and they kept encouraging her to drink more beer. She walked out to her car, sat in it, realized that she couldn't even get the key in the ignition. She found a man wandering the bar parking lot, and asked him to drive her car home in exchange for $20. (This ended up being the homeless man.)
I don't remember the rest of the flashbacks, but they were in reverse chronological order, and I know one involved the use of cocaine and another involved some inappropriate actions toward her on the part of her boss.
Anyway, I have no idea where this dream came from, but I feel like I could refine it into the plot of a movie! My subconscious is awesome!!
Last night I had a dream in which I was not present in the dream. I wasn't even like a passer-by, it was almost like I was watching a movie of it happening or something, or like floating invisibly on the ceiling. I've never had a dream in which I had no role!
A woman in her late 40s or early 50s awoke in her bunk bed (top bunk, her bottom bunk was reserved for when her son was visiting), and headed into work at some sort of cubicle/clerical job. When she got to work, she realized it was 11:19am, and she was supposed to have been in by 9am. She thought she had awoke at her normal time, as she was not accustomed to using an alarm clock. Her boss came along and fired her. She went out to the parking lot and her car was being towed, and she was arrested. She was taken to jail, and she called her son to come bail her out. (Her son was 24). He came to get her, but wouldn't speak a word until he got to her home.
Once he got home, he began speaking sternly to her about how her actions the night before were unacceptable and how she needed to get help. Slowly, as he was talking to her, the night came back to her in flashbacks.
First, she remembered having a homeless man drive her car home because she was too impaired, and struggling to get up to her top bunk.
Next, she remembered having several beers with a younger crowd, of whom she only knew 2-3 people that she worked with, and they kept encouraging her to drink more beer. She walked out to her car, sat in it, realized that she couldn't even get the key in the ignition. She found a man wandering the bar parking lot, and asked him to drive her car home in exchange for $20. (This ended up being the homeless man.)
I don't remember the rest of the flashbacks, but they were in reverse chronological order, and I know one involved the use of cocaine and another involved some inappropriate actions toward her on the part of her boss.
Anyway, I have no idea where this dream came from, but I feel like I could refine it into the plot of a movie! My subconscious is awesome!!
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