Airplane crash dream. I was outside in my driveway at a picnic table with my mother. A new flight from someplace had been added, and it caused a plane to fly right over my house. Well this plane flew over, and I asked my mom if she knew where it was coming from, and she didn’t, but it looked like a Southwest Airline plane. Then I saw another plane flying really low, lower than it should have been, to the west of my street. I told my mom to look at the plane, cuz it was very weird. It was definitely a Japanese plane, it had Japanese symbols on it that we could see clearly. The plane was weirdly shaped, sort of like a submarine with wings, but the back of the plane was all messed up. Then the plane started to turn, then flipped over. I yelled “it’s going to crash.” and my mom and I both watched it crash into the ground and explode. I put my hands over my face and kept saying “This is a dream! This is a dream!” and I looked at my mom and we both tried to figure out if this was a dream, and I tried to wake myself up if it really was a dream. But we couldn’t, so we figured it wasn’t a dream, but I still thought that it HAD to be a dream. Then everything I saw, I saw in pixels, like a computer screen. And I was still freaking out trying to figure out if I was dreaming. My mom suggested I go to lay down, maybe I’ll wakeup if it’s a dream. Then my mom called up the stairs that it wasn’t a dream, the plane crashed, but no one was hurt (?). Missy from down the street came over as well and was talking about the plane crash.

Not sure if this part is the same dream or not. Missy had this really popular boyfriend, and we had to go back to school. So she drove us to school, and we went to find her boyfriend who was sitting on a bench. She sat next to him and he basically ignored her and told her she wasn’t allowed to talk to him anymore, because more or less, it would hurt his image. So she got really pissed and I went after her to her car. We got in and I was trying to calm her down, but she wouldn’t, so I told her just to drive carefully, but she was driving like a maniac, we almost hit some street signs in the parking lot, a tree, and then we drove off a small cliff. We were flying in the car, and I was wondering what we were going to do. Then we landed, and the car smashed to pieces, but we were fine. So I got the pieces and laid them out on the road to try to put them back together. Missy disappeared at that point, and some lady I knew who could put cars together found us, because she had seen us fly over. So she took me down the street to her house where she could fix the car, but I had to stay overnight.  I had to sleep in a room with her 2 sons. One was younger, the other was my age I guess. So they had bunk beds, and then I had a regular twin bed at the end of the bunk beds. I was freezing, and the woman had bought us all new band shirts and left them by the beds, so I put on 4 shirts, and went to sleep. Then I woke up and heard the boys talking, but pretended to still be sleeping. Then the older boy came and sat on my bed to wake me up, but I didn’t want to wake up. Then he said something about how I had a Deftones shirt on. After that, their father came to get us for breakfast, but I still didn’t want to get up, so they left me there, but I knew the father was getting mad that I wasn’t up. So I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face, but there were a million light switches. I kept pressing them, but some turned on the water in the bathtub, and others different lights, but not the main one. I finally got the light on, and everything was fine.

possible explanation: none to think of.  Hope I’m not psychic, but keep your eyes on the news for a Japanese airline crash.

possible interpretation: well you could say that my airplane crash dreams deal with problems, anxiety, stress in my life that’s about to explode or something. But I don’t get stressed with finals or anything, so not too sure what that has to do with anything.

I was in a restaurant and at a certain time every day they did kareoke.  Every day one of the employees had to be the first one to sing, and she had to sing “Tiny Bubbles”. So I was watching her sing, and she was terribly tone deaf, but she still did it every day.  Then the next day, she decided to sing “Hopelessly Devoted To You” from Grease, and she was wonderful. She looked like Olivia Newton John, and sounded just like her. So then I was back in the kitchen, I guess, and everyone was telling her how good she was, and how she should do that song every day instead. So they got her this blue dress, so she would look like Olivia. The next day, I was in front of the singing area and watching her sing with the manager. She was doing great, then she had to light a fire in the fireplace. Well she disappeared in the fireplace while trying to light it, but no one was concerned. Then this metal grate came down in front of the stage area, and the whole part inside kept moving up and down. So I asked the manager what was going on, and he said it was taking her up to her father upstairs. But I thought the manager was her father, but he said no he was her step father or something. So she disappeared.

I’m not sure if this next part is part of the first dream, or a new dream, but me, Danielle and Adrienne got a job at a store, that was like a Best Buy but with sporting goods and furniture. So we went onto the floor of the store to find out what we were supposed to do, and there were tons of people around. We didn’t really have to do anything, we could stand there, and hang out. So we went to play pool. Some weird people were playing pool at a table next to ours, and our pool cues were pointy like pencils instead of flat like regular ones. So we tried to find other ones, but couldn’t. Then we found a bunch of them on the other side of the room.

Then I had a short blurb, that there was a picture of me and Danielle at a friends house in Boston from when we were there in August. In the picture I was holding ice on my knee because I got injured at the concert we went to. Since I never told my parents about that, I was afraid they were going to see the picture and ask why I had ice on my knee.

possible explanation: No clue. I haven’t seen Grease in years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the whole thing. The metal grate thing was like the furnace in the basement in “Home Alone” but I haven’t seen that either. No clue about the pool game. I guess the picture of me in Boston could be explained. I took 2 pictures of my leg injuries and they are on my personal site, and my parents could see them if they snooped around haha.

possible interpretation: Not sure, surprise.

I wasn’t going to put these dreams up, because they’re very disjointed, but since I’m stuck here with no way home because of the stupid blizzard, I have nothing better to do.

I was in my room at school, but it looked nothing like my room. I was sleeping on the floor in a weird position, and J and Andy from Hollowpoint (a local band) came over. I was embarrassed cuz I had been sleeping weird, and they sat on the floor next to me. I guess I was going to try to hook up with Andy, but then his girlfriend showed up. Then I realized there were 4 or 5 boys in my room, and so I said “wow, this is a record number of guys in a girls room in Geneseo”, or something. Then I don’t remember much of the next part, but I was shopping in stores up on main street, and to get out of the store you had to climb up the wall and out a little crack in the foundation.

I went to pick up Emily to hang out one day, and we decided to go to Denny’s. So we went to the Denny’s on Nash Rd (there is no Denny’s no Nash Rd) and went inside, and we were waiting forever for someone to seat us. Then Emily realized that it was like a Ponderosa, and you had to pay for your food first, at a cashier near the door, then go sit down. Well I was pissed, because I didn’t like Denny’s that way. I went to order, and since I wasn’t prepared for that, I had to look at a menu and was holding up the line. So I was like, no, screw this, I want to be seated. So the lady was like “oh, you want to order when you’re seated, ok” and they took us to a table. Well we sat there, I had a menu, but no one came to take my order. So I was getting really pissed. Then they brought Emily her food, some kind of 7 cheese nacho thing, and I was like, “HELLO, NO ONE HAS TAKEN MY ORDER!” And the waitress was like, “oh, I’m sorry.” But by then I was so pissed off, I was like no, screw this, we’re leaving and not paying for that. So we left, and I was thinking about how I need to go file a complaint for how shitty the service was, and how shitty it was that they changed stuff around.

Another very long, but uncomplicated dream had to do with going to see A Perfect Circle. There was nothing to the dream except me thinking that I was going to see APC. But it seemed to go on forever.

I don’t remember a lot of this one either. But someone knocked on my door at home, and I went to answer it and it was George W Bush, and he was campaigning. Then Al Gore pulled up, and they were fighting to get in to my doorway to talk to me. Then some other fat guy came and was also fighting to get into the doorway.

possible explanation: APC is explained by the fact that I am going to see them again in March. A long way off, but whatever. The rest doesn’t seem to have much of an explanation.

possible interpretation: Not sure of course, but I’m getting suspicious of the sequence of dreams that I’m always pissed off in. Every night I dream about something and I’m really pissed off….

I had a few hazy dreams. One, I was talking to someone about going back to work at McDonald’s, and they were telling me how I could get like 2 dollars more an hour if I just asked Dave. I said yeah, I’d have to talk to him, but at the same time, in the back of my mind, I knew that the person I was talking to *was* Dave.

The other one, I can’t remember the beginning, but my parents came over to wherever I was, they had just come out of a carnival type tent thing. My dad had spiraly horns coming out of his hips. They were like the horns in the pictures of circus freaks that have them coming out of their foreheads. I looked at my dad with the horns, and thought about how I used to look at pictures of circus freaks with horns, and now my dad *is* a freak! Then my mom gave me 20$ to go in the tent, and pretend that I was a telepather, because the fortune teller lady, or whoever was in the tent was really good. I wasn’t sure what telepather meant, but I guess it was that I could do mental telepathy. But then I thought, isn’t that what the person in the tent is supposed to do? So I went in the tent, and it was huge. I paid 18$ for this ticket, to go see this woman do whatever she did. So I waited, and only a few people were there, but other people kept getting called before me. So I got really pissed and I went up to the ticket person and demanded my money back, because I had been waiting for 2 hours to be called and wasn’t. So she gave me 18$ back, and I looked at it and she had given me an extra 20, but I left without saying anything. Then I looked at the money again, and I had a 20$, 50$, 34$ bill. I got pissed off because she had given me fake money. So I was really mad, and went back and demanded my real money, and bitched them out.

possible explanation: this is one of my more completely random dreams. At least most of the time, there is SOME little thing that I could relate the dream to in my real life, not this time. I haven’t looked at the pictures of circus freaks with horns in a long time, probably a year. I haven’t been to a carnival or seen one, or anything since August. The only part that makes sense is the first dream about McD’s and Dave, because I will be going back to work in January.

possible interpretation: I don’t know.

3 Doors Down @ Geneseo

3 Doors Down – Dust for Life – Shades Apart – Geneseo, NY 11-18-00

Yes, that’s right, Geneseo actually had a decent concert this fall. The line up was  supposed to be 3DD, Dust for Life, Cold and Shades Apart. Adrienne came up  from Erie for the show, and Eric and Mary came down from Rochester. We spent  Saturday between the gym and my room. After lunch-ish we headed to the gym  to hang out around the busses to see if we could meet anyone from any of the bands. There was no barriers or anything from the direction we were coming from, so we walked past the busses and stood under an over hang with people who were working the concert (college kids, they can’t afford to hire real security). We stood there for about a half an hour, no one said anything to us. Then Brad from 3DD walked by, he had a hat on, and we didn’t realize it was him until he was past us, and went inside. So then a few minutes later, he comes back out, and no one would say anything to him, so I went “Hey Brad, can you sign some stuff for us.” He stopped signed some stuff, took a few pics and left on his little scooter thing.

Then maybe 10-15 minutes later, this prick kid working the show came over to us and asked us if we were allowed to be there, and I said yes, and he asked who said so, and I said, I couldn’t remember his name. So he was giving us a hard time, telling us we couldn’t stand there. So we left and went behind 3DD’s bus, and waited there for a few minutes until this other kid, who hadn’t said anything before, and we could tell really didn’t care if we were there or not, told us we couldn’t stand there either, and we had to go to the front of the gym. I was arguing with him, and asking what the big deal was, we were just standing there. He said some bullshit about how if something goes missing from the bus they get in trouble. I told him a huge lie and said that we didn’t care about going on the bus (haha yeah, me, not wanting to go on the bus!) and stuff, and asked how come real venues don’t have stupid rules like this about hanging out by the busses. He said they had more money or something than Geneseo. So instead of hanging out by the busses, we went inside the gym, no one stopped us. We stood around listened to the sound check, and saw Chris from 3DD walking around in the gym with his guitar. We got his attention and had him sign some stuff for us. Then we found out that Cold had canceled, so Eric and Mary were pissed off and pouting about that haha. So after standing around inside the gym for a while, and watching little kids play hockey in the ice rink, we went back to my room for a few hours. We had dinner, and David and his friends arrived, and we went back down to the gym to stand outside in the cold until doors opened.

For the show we got up front, 1 man back, stage right (or is it left? its right when you look at the stage). Dust for Life played first. They were all right, I took some pics of Blond Paige (lol he looks like Paige Haley with blond hair, but his name is Jason), the crowd was lame. Then this kid in a wheelchair drove up front right next to me and David. Who thought that was a good idea, I don’t know, because Shades Apart came on and the crowd got retarded. Shades Apart sucked, their music sucked, they were just stupid. The crowd seemed to know who they were and liked them, tons of crowd surfers. I spent the whole set trying not to get hurt, trying to make sure no one fell on the wheelchair kid, and listening to this mother bitch about the crowd surfers. She kept trying to get the security guards (the Geneseo rugby team) to tell everyone to stop crowd surfing (yeah right). At one point, someone almost got me in the head, and she told me “you almost got it to the head” to which I replied “yeah, well it wouldn’t be the first time”. It’s a concert, what do you expect? Anyway, eventually a crowd surfer landed right in the wheelchair kid’s lap, and he left, thank god. I was worried about getting knocked down on to him, and getting my back broken when I fell on the chair..

Anyway, after Shades Apart, I decided I didn’t want to stay in a retarded crowd like that for a band I’m not a huge fan of, so me, Eric and Mary left and sat in the bleachers for 3DD. The show was good, longer than the Rochester show, and they played 5 (I think) new songs. Brad still lacks a good stage presence, probably because he used to be a drummer. Overall it was decent, Adrienne and Danielle enjoyed it hehe. After the show, we came back to the room, and then went to Denny’s which was too packed, so we left again without any food.

I was in high school and was sitting by two of my ex-friends. I can’t remember what we were talking about, and I think we were eating, but one of them mentioned drugs and I asked what kind of drugs she wanted. She was likeYou sell drugs?, and I said no, but I know tons of people who do, and depending on what kind of drugs she wanted, I could get some for her. Then we were at my house, and definitely eating at this point. I had gone upstairs to look at some website I had created, and it was about some old man who had 2 wives. There was something wrong with the site though, and it had turned into some Barbara Streisand site at the bottom half of the page, I guess because this old man had married her too. Then I went back downstairs, and they told me Rob Ray from the Buffalo Sabres had called for me, because he wanted to know if I wanted to be the rooter for the next game, and possibly all the rest of the games. Apparently a rooter was a person who came out right before the team did and got the crowd all excited and stuff. I wondered why the hell he would want me to do it, because I don’t like getting all excited, and I’d be highly embarrassed and rather inhibited. And I wondered why he asked me, but apparently it was because of some kind of relationship I had with some other guy on the team (not sure who). So they gave me Rob’s number and I went back upstairs to call him, but was really nervous, so I was rehearsing what I was going to say to him. I was going to say “Hi Rob, it’s Sara. How’s the shoulder?” but I never called him because the alarm went off.

possible explanation: I tend to have hockey related dreams on game nights. This one follows the pattern. Rob Ray did hurt his shoulder during the game. Not sure why I’d be asked to be a rooter, if they even have those (I never noticed anything like that). I also hate the 2 ex-friends I dreamed about, so I don’t know why I would have dreamed about them. I haven’t thought about them or seen them in years.

possible interpretation: No clue, is that a surprise?

Multiple dream night. First dream was about Maynard James Keenan from Tool/APC. I had gone to a hotel room like place where Maynard was teaching a class, or lecturing about some kind of experiment or something. I didn’t know it was Maynard, but I went in to listen to him, and I sat on the floor next to the bed. He had long hair, and it didn’t look like a wig that’s why I didn’t know it was him. Something with the experiment, caused him to have to pull out some hair that needed to be used in what he was doing, which added to my confusion if it was Maynard or not. I kept trying to decide if it was him or not by looking at the hair to see if it was real or a wig. Then I remembered that he has the APC logo tattooed on his arm (which that isn’t true in real life), so I kept trying to look at his arm as he was doing this experiment. Finally I got a glimpse of the tattoo, and I knew it was him, and I was all happy that I recognized him. So then Danielle came into the room, which was really our room where we lived. And so I’m trying to mouth to her that it’s Maynard. Then she gets into bed to go to sleep, and Maynard was bald again, and he had left his jewelry on the bed, so I went to move it, and still the whole time I hadn’t let on that I knew he was Maynard. So then I guess the experiment was over, because now  he was bald, and he sat on the bed with Danielle, and was talking to us. I was still sitting on the floor, and I can’t remember now what we were talking about, but then he kissed me. It wasn’t a sexual thing, just like, a friend thing. That was about it.

Dream 2. Not sure how it began but it ended up with me at my house with Scary Trench Coat Boy. He was sitting in the red chair near the TV in my living room, and I was sitting on the floor. Sometimes the room flashed into my bedroom, but most of the time it stayed the living room. My mom was there, and I know she was thinking why did I bring home this scary trench coat boy. But we’re talking and, I had this little square fish bowl and a goldfish. Then my dog (I don’t have a dog) was in the fish bowl too, because earlier my mom had gotten pissed and shrank the dog and put him in with the fish. I kept talking to scary trench coat boy about how the dog could be surviving in the fish bowl. He didn’t understand how a dog could be in there, but I took the dog out and put him on the floor, and he was a big dog again. So we’re watching TV, and talking sort of, and my dad comes home. He wonders why I brought home this scary trench coat boy, but doesn’t say anything. Scary trench coat boy is really uncomfortable, and I haven’t introduced him to anyone because I don’t know his name. So he kind of laughs, and says something to my dad about not ever getting introduced, so I ask him his name, and he says “Travis”.

possible explanation: Not too sure. I wasn’t thinking about Maynard at all. Scary Trench Coat Boy is a guy at my school. He wears a black trench coat, or black shiny trench coat every day, no matter what the weather. He’s sorta goth, but not really, but definitely scary. Whenever I see him, he stares at me. Last night he was at the bar we went to, to see a band play, and he stared at me. It would be weird if I end up talking to him at some point and finding out his name is Travis.

possible interpretation: no idea. Just like all my dreams, I have no idea what they mean.

I don’t remember much of this dream, well at least the parts that make it flow together. It’s very choppy in my mind, so sorry if it makes less sense than normal. In this dream I was extremely violent and homicidal. I was someplace, a house or something, and wanted to fight everyone, or kill someone, or something. I was fighting with someone, I don’t know who, and they threw me over their shoulder like some kind of karate move, and then did some other kind of move where they threw me. The entire dream I was incredibly pissed off and angry, wanting to be violent. Anyway, someone said that I had lost the fight, but I remember I was doing quite well so I wanted to see an instant replay. But instead of an instant replay it was more like a re-enactment. This time since I knew when the girl was going to do those throwing moves on me, I tried real hard so she wouldn’t be able to throw me and she couldn’t. Then this girl I worked with this summer was there, and I wanted to kill her too. So I grabbed this glass as she tried to calm me down, and was going to smash it against the table, but she told me it was plastic. So I tried to find another glass, which there were glasses all over this coffee table. I was sitting on the floor next to the table, and she was across from me. I was holding the glass, and really wanted to smash it so I could throw it at someone. But I didn’t. Then I was at a Sabres game, up in the 300 level. I was still severely pissed off and homicidal, and I wouldn’t talk to anyone. There was something about me wanting to leave and go to sleep, but I don’t know what that was about. So I guess it was the 3rd period of the game, and they took a 5 minute break which confused me. Then I thought it must be going into overtime, that’s why they’re taking the break. But it wasn’t overtime. Then all the ushers working at the arena told everyone to come down to a lower level of seats for the end of the game, because lots of people had left and there were lots of open seats. So everyone went down to the 200 level and I got a seat in the first row. But there was this big wall in front of us, blocking our view, and I thought, “why the hell would anyone want 200 level seats if you can’t even see.” So I stood up to look over the wall, and the players were coming back on the ice after that 5 minute break. Then someone scored, and it was either Varada or Tsyplakov, I couldn’t tell if it was a 25 or 29 who scored. Then we were leaving, and I was feeling in a better mood, but only slightly. I had to go to the bathroom, and then my mom was there, and we went to find a bathroom. She went in first, and I waited outside because I thought it was only a 1 stall thing. Then Danielle and her mom were there, and finally I went into the bathroom. Then I was Michael Stipe from REM, and I had a dress on. It was like an overall type dress, it had straps, and I couldn’t get the straps back on over my shoulders. So I’m struggling with the straps as I’m talking about how I’m dating Courtney Love, and it doesn’t really matter to me (as Michael Stipe) if we get back together or break up. So I can’t get the straps over my shoulders so I decide to leave the top of the dress off, because I had another shirt on underneath, and go back out into the hall. So I’m feeling even better, and I’m not Michael Stipe anymore, and I’m talking to Danielle and her mom. We were playing with these magic wand things, like the ones that have the glitter in them that slowly fall down to the other end. But these had 7 colored disks in them, they were called hypnotic sticks or something, and the purpose was to get all the disks to be equal distance apart from each other, and it was supposed to cure headaches or something. We were playing with them because Danielle’s mom had a headache, with weirdo symptoms. That was about the end of the dream, but through the entire thing, I was in a totally bad homicidal mood, and everyone thought I was delusional and psychotic. People could tell I had “become” Michael Stipe in the bathroom, and when I left the bathroom I was normal again and they could tell. I think people were pitying me because I was so psychotic.

possible explanation: Hockey is explained because I had watched the hockey game that night. I haven’t thought about REM or Courtney Love in a long time, so I’m not sure where that came from. I have no idea why I wanted to kill people, or why I was extremely violent and psychotic.

possible interpretation: I hope this doesn’t mean I am going to become psychotic or violent, or murder anyone.

I guess there had been a Sabres game, and I was trying to find out who won. It was against some Canadian team, I think Montreal. So I was wandering around my neighborhood looking for someone with the TV on so I could find out the score. I ended up walking down Nash Rd and kept seeing a bunch of girls from high school, who I hate, driving around. So I went down into Wurlitzer Park and started walking up some one’s porch steps. It was an old lady’s house, and she saw me coming and warned me not to come any closer. I guess she thought I was a robber. She was an overly paranoid lady, because she had electrified her porch railings, and so I grabbed one while I was going up the steps and got electrocuted. She said she warned me that it was an electrified railing, but she never did. So I’m standing there getting electrocuted, because I couldn’t let go. So I let go finally, and then she felt bad, and took me inside, I guess she trusted I wasn’t going to rob her. I told her I wanted to see the score of the game, and she said sure, and made me put on her husband’s Sabres baseball hat. It said Stu Barnes on it. The Sabres lost (I hope this isn’t a psychic dream, because we play Montreal on Friday haha), by one goal. The old lady still felt bad for electrocuting me, so she invited me for dinner. But I was still pissed that there was no warning sign about the electrified railing, and I didn’t want to stay but she had already set a place for me. She had 2 grandsons there too, who were running around. Well I had to go to the bathroom, so I asked if I could and she said sure, and showed me where to go. It was in  a drawer in a cabinet in the dining room. Well first of all, I didn’t want to pee in a drawer of a cabinet. Secondly, it was in the dining room and there was no door or anything so they wouldn’t see me, and the 2 boys kept running around. So I didn’t go to the bathroom. That was about it.

possible explanations: No idea. I guess just that it’s hockey season, I’d dream about hockey. Don’t know a thing about the electrocution, as I haven’t talked about the time I was electrocuted at work recently. And the old lady, not sure about that either. I’m never sure with anything in my dreams, they are too psycho.

possible interpretation: Well alot of people would say, dreaming about going to the bathroom, meant I really had to go in real life. The dream was near morning, so yeah, I probably did really have to go to the bathroom. But still, don’t know about the rest of it.

Another squirrel dream. I was only taking a nap and I didn’t think I was actually asleep, but…I was in my school’s art building, but it was also where I lived, and I had to go down the hall to show someone something, and we were on the way back to my room when my bracelet fell apart. It was a really shitty bracelet, and it broke all the time. So I was holding the pieces but then dropped a few, which broke when they hit the floor because it was so shitty. I was getting pissed, and went back into my room when  the walkman I was apparently holding broke in half and half of it fell on the floor. So I was really pissed at how shitty everything I had was, threw it all on my desk and left to go to the park. I went to a state park kind of place, with trails and stuff. I guess I had to go there to get something from some particular part of the park. So I was on the trail, and I saw a kid slide down another part of it because it was really slippery. So I’m walking and am about to go down a little hill, and so I sit down and decide to slide down it like the other kid. Then I realized it was really dirty, and decided not to, but since it was so slippery, I couldn’t stand up to walk down. So I decided to try to turn around and go back and use a different trail to get to where I needed to be. So I was still sitting down, and turning to go back, and the trail had shrunk and gotten really skinny, so I didn’t have much room for my feet, and didn’t want to fall into the water that was there. It was a pond, and I looked into the pond and there were stone steps going into the pond, almost like an inverted lego pyramid. Then I saw a fish in the water and thought there wasn’t any fish in the park because it was polluted. But then it turned into a squirrel, and it started swimming really fast, and jumped out of the water and landed on my thigh. I cringed in the dream, and made some kind of scared scream/noise, and I think I cringed in my sleep as well. It was really stressful and scary. I thought when the squirrel jumped out of the water that it was going to go for my neck like a vampire, so I squinched my head down to try to make my neck smaller so it wouldn’t bite it. Then I thought it might have rabies, which made it worse, but then the squirrel jumped off me and ran away.

possible explanation – Another damn squirrel dream…I don’t know why I’m having them. I didn’t even see any squirrels today. I do have a bracelet that keeps falling off, but not breaking, because it has a stupid clasp. Not too sure about the walkman or park.

possible interpretation – Again, not sure, I really need to take a class on dream interpretation or something.