Author Archives: Elegant

Hostage dreams: I experienced a series of reoccurring dreams about being held hostage in September 2000. One, I was being held hostage, or actually one of the hostage takers (because I had a gun), inside some kind of Wal-mart/Target type store. It was sort of like guerrilla warfare, I had to protect people, or try to escape, I’m not sure. Another, I was held hostage by an ex-history teacher of mine from high school. I was kept inside a room with 2 other people in his house. I had to go to the bathroom, and asked if I could leave the room and go, and he said yeah. The door had never been locked, and he wasn’t really keeping us there. A 3rd dream, possibly a later part of the previous dream, I was in a basement where a card game was going on (poker, or something). There was a man there trying to cheat people. He took one of the coins on the table, and a knife, and put a big dent into the coin with a knife, and left it on the table. I guess, doing that, turned the coin into a bomb, and everyone got scared (there were a lot of people there) and started to run up the stairs. The coin jumped and exploded, sending little pieces of metal all over. Someone asked who did it, because no one had seen him do it the first time except me. So I said, “he did” and pointed at him. Then he grabbed me and held me at knife point, while people were running up the stairs. So I said, “no he didn’t do it, I don’t know why I said that.” Then he tried to do it again, while still holding me. But then I wasn’t with him anymore, and I was near the stairs. Mostly everyone had gotten up the stairs. My mom was at the top of the stairs and I was trying to sneak up the stairs to get away, but she wouldn’t let me because I was the one he wanted. They kept me down there. That was basically the end, I don’t remember anything after that. There is a slight explanation for this dream, as on the soap opera that I watch, one of the characters had been kidnapped at gun point. There’s no explanation for the people involved (parents, ex-history teacher). I don’t know much else about how to interpret it either. They only occurred for about 2 weeks. I know that 4 days in a row I had dreams about being held hostage. They haven’t occurred since.

Airplane Crashes: I started having airplane crash dreams in the last year, year and a half. Most of them, are I see a plane in the sky, and then it crashes, or explodes. The first one I remember, I was at my next door neighbors house, on their front porch, and I saw an airplane. In the distance I could see the skyline of Buffalo, and then the airplane started flying very low. It ended up crashing into one of the buildings and exploded. Another dream, I was driving down the street, and saw a plane. The plane exploded over my middle school. The only other one I remember details about, was I was going to the airport to travel somewhere and I was late. We were driving on the road to get to the airport parking lots, but my plane was taking off already. We saw it take off, and I said “that’s my plane!”, and then it flipped totally over, and exploded. I went around telling people that I was supposed to be on that plane, and thank god I wasn’t, or else I would have died. None of these dreams have occurred before traveling, before anyone I know was traveling, or around any media covered airplane crashes. I have no explanation or interpretation of these dreams. An unusual thing is, that when my mother was my age, she began having airplane crash dreams. They got to the point that she was scared to look at an airplane in the sky, because she thought it would explode (in her dreams, she’d look up at a plane, and then it would explode)…Kinda freaky, eh?

December 3 – 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.

January 5 – Airplane crash dream again. Adrienne had called me from Oregon only 2 days after she had left. I went outside on the front porch with the cordless phone and was talking when I saw an airplane. I was asking her about the trip and how she made it there so fast, and how it was dealing with her step sister for that long. But then I looked at the plane and it was flying funny, and I thought, it’s going to crash. Then it flipped over, and did a nose dive into the ground. I thought, this is a dream, it has to be a dream. And I kept saying to myself wake up wake up wake up. I went inside, and I told my mom I must be dreaming, and so I wanted to go upstairs and lay down on my bed so I could wake up. It took me a while to get upstairs because people kept talking to me. I kept saying that I needed to go to bed so I could wake up. So I finally got to my bedroom and put my stereo on. I noticed my stereo had a weird function that would show special effects on a little screen. I put a cd on, and the screen started showing the video for that song. The song was NIN’s “closer” and it was playing the video, but I couldn’t figure out why. I never knew it could do it before, and then I thought it must only work with new cds, so I got out an old Madonna cd (Ray of Light) and put that in, but it had new songs on it from her Music cd and it still played the video for the song.

I’ve noticed that in many of my airplane crash dreams, in the dream the airplane is really big. In the last one, with the Japanese airplane, it was a really large plane, like it was really close to me. It’s not like I see a small dot of a plane in the sky and it explodes. And there seems to be a theme of the plane flipping over before it crashes. Not sure why.

october 19, 2001 – i had to go to the store, and it was a really nice, really warm day out. so i took my dad’s miata, and the top was down. well i guess i was going to school as well, and i thought i looked really cool in the convertible. so i went to the store, it was walgreens or some drug store. i was driving there and there were all kinds of airplanes in the sky, because i was near an airport. 3 airplanes appeared to be on a collision course, all of them were supposed to fly to a certain spot, and they were going to have to cross paths. the one airplane was doing a nose dive, another was straight, and another was descending as if to land. well they didnt hit eachother, they managed to escape collision but the one in the nose dive i was still staring at because obviously it was going to crash into the ground. well right before the ground it righted it’s course and started ascending again. so i went in the store to get whatever it was i had to buy, and i came out and there were even more airplanes around, on collision courses with the ground. so i’m walking to my car and a hispanic woman with her kids is getting into the car parked next to mine. then we hear all kinds of explosions, and bombs going off. we can see dirt flying from where bombs were hitting the ground. so we’re both scared and don’t know what to do. then there is a bright flash, like the initial flash of a nuclear weapon. so i’m like, ok i’m getting in my car, and putting the top up, i’ll be ok. the hispanic woman got in her car too. well the nuclear weapon blast wasn’t one, because there was no mushroom cloud following it, but i put the top of the car up anyway figuring it would protect me from any kind of biological weapon that was about to rain down on us.

october 6, 2001 – i was at geneseo and i was a boy LOL. i owned an airplane. i full size regular airliner plane, and it was parked in one of the parking lots. we couldn’t move it though because the batteries were dead. so i found the keys to the plane and went over to it to change all the batteries in side. so i got to the plane, and it was huge, and there was no way for me to get up to the door to unlock it and go in. then suddenly either i was big enough to reach, or the plane shrunk, because then i was right at the door unlocking it. so i opened the door and went inside, and someone else came with me to help. we had to unlock all the fire alarms inside, so that we could change the batteries in them. well if you turned off the alarms above the doors, the alarms would go off, so we couldn’t change those. so we fixed the plane and wanted to fly it, so we were trying to think of a place we could take off from. there were alot of straight streets on campus, but none of them would work because the wings of the plane would hit trees and stuff on the sides of the road. then the plane was a big military cargo plane, not an airliner. so we’re still trying to think of someplace we can drive the plane from. but we can’t even move the plane to an airport because we’d still be hitting trees. so then i remember there is an airstrip in the valley, so we’re trying to think of ways we could move the plane down there. then we had the idea that helicopters from the airstrip can come and hook up wires and air lift it to the airstrip so we could fly it.

October 3, 2001 – i was at geneseo, and was leaving to go to class. i was looking out across the valley, and there were all kinds of airplanes flying around. then i saw one of them release a bunch of bombs. i was like, what the hell is going on? the planes are bombing things in the valley. then i realized that there was some kind of military training base in the valley, and the planes were doing target pratice, and parachute practice, because then i saw about 6 guys jump out of a plane. they were falling really slowly though, and they were all staying together, like a conga line. then there were more planes, and when they released their bombs they did weird things, like one plane went into a spin like on Top Gun and then released the bombs.

december 13, 2001 – i was at home, and danielle was sleeping over my house. there were all kinds of reports about this computer model that had been constructed to predict future terrorist attacks. it had formulated a whole bunch of different predictions, and one of them was that that night a large plane was going to invade US airspace. So the US had shut down it’s airspace for non military planes, and they had said that if any airplanes were found flying in our airspace they would be followed by a fighter jet and shot down if necessary. Danielle turned into my neighbor Tina, and we were geting a bit scared over the prediction of this computer model. Then i commented well maybe today is the day that aliens will really arrive on earth, and their big space ship is the large plane that the computer predicted. This didn’t comfort either of us at all, because we didn’t really want an alien invasion either. So i was standing in my kitchen looking out the window, and I saw an airplane being followed by a fighter jet. I yelled to Tina, oh my god there’s a plane, oh my god. So she comes over and we’re standing at the window watching the plane. Then it starts to fly weird, and it is flying lower and lower, and this is when we realize it’s going to crash, and it’s going to crash right near us. The fighter jet disappeared and it was only the normal airplane, and it was an American Airlines plane. It started to recover it’s flight path, but then faltered again, meaning that it was going to crash even closer to us than we had thought before. We’re both freaking out, and I keep asking her if this was real or a dream, and she keeps telling me it was real, and it felt real. The plane finally crashes and it crashes in my neighbors back yard. There was a big mushroom cloud of fire, and super loud noise. So i run to get my parents, who were in the house someplace, and tell them that the noise was a plane crashing. They were oblivious to the crash, and didn’t really care. So i’m back looking out the window and this russian pilot is sneaking in between the bushes and the fence that separate my yard from the neighbors. There is a carcas of a large animal on the ground by my swingset and the pilot goes over and hits it to see if it was dead, and it was. Then the pilot is walking across my yard, and my parents decide to go get him and bring him inside since he is responsible for the plane crash. So they go get him, and he starts talking in english, about why he did it, and the goals etc (which i don’t remember). my parents seemed to agree with what he was saying, and they offered him food and stuff.

Then i was inside a big mansion, and i had a room to myself. I guess i was sick because i was having visitors come to see me. One of them was Rob from work, and he was sitting in a chair next to my bed. We must have been talking about terrorism, because I brought up the fact that I had another plane crash dream, my first one since sept 11th. Apparantly this was a different dream, because i was referring to the dream above, about the plane crashing in my back yard, and i realized it was a dream. So i was telling rob about this plane crashing in my back yard dream, and how i was really scared. I was scared because apparently right before sept 11th, i had experienced a dream where planes crashed into towers and the towers collapsed, and then it happened. So now that i had this dream about the plane crashing in my backyard i was scared about it being another psychic dream.

march 5, 2002 – i was walking by some field and when i looked up to the sky there were 3 or 4 stealth bombers flying around. it was in america, so i thought they were just doing practice maneuvers or something. so i was watching them fly around thinking about how super scary looking they are, so futuristic, and how if i was in a country really under attack i’d be scared shitless to see them flying around. then they started dropping bombs. i figured i was just walking by a practice area, and they were testing bombs. i dont know if it was practice or not, but then the other side of the road where i was, there was a shopping plaza. there were all kinds of people around. there was also a power station (like electricity power station). well the bombs turned into nuclear bombs (i think) and there were all kinds of fires. then the power station started exploding and shorting out, and started on fire. well me and the people who were around realized it was on fire, and that it was going to cause a huge explosion. so we all started fleeing in the opposite direction looking for a place to hide and be safe. we kept running and running and because we were apparently on a military base there were all kinds of chain link fences we had to run through, it was like a maze. we tried to hide behind big structures that were around, but then realized we weren’t safe so we kept running. i found a hole in one of the fences so i went through and some people followed me. then we ran to this building that apparently was a church. so we hid in the foundation of this building, in the catacombs. it had a dirt floor, and looked like trenches had been dug into it. so we hid there, but then didn’t know if it was safe to leave again. dont remember much else, except people who lived up stairs of the catacombs came down and found us, and told us we were in catacombs (because we had no idea where we were), and i think there was a tv in one of the other rooms so we could find out what was going on up above.

Tornados: As I said, this is the first category of my reoccurring dreams. I can’t remember when they started, but they were infrequent for a great while. Freshman year in college, their frequency picked up until I was having 3-4 a week. I had so many tornado dreams that in my dreams, I’d ask myself if there really was a tornado, or if I was dreaming. Of course, I thought it was real that time, and then later I’d wake up and realize it was another dream. Once, the tornados were combined with volcanos. That only happened once. Mostly the dreams were of me seeing tornados on the horizon, or in a car and seeing them near by. Sometimes I’d be at home, and one would come down the street. One in particular that I remember, I was on my front porch with my father, and a tornado was coming down the street. It never really got closer than the intersection, but it kind of hovered there. I remember asking my father if it was real or not, because I have a lot of dreams about tornados. He said it was definitely real. Obviously, it wasn’t. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tornado dream (now = 10-18-00). I’ve been offered a few explanations. They increased in frequency during Freshman year in college, and it was said that they did because of a tumultuous and stressful time…lots of life changes, moving from home, living with 6 other people, classes, exams etc…It’s plausible since they have died down since then. I’ve also been very interested in them, I watch a lot of those storm shows on Discovery network, and I’ve always, always, wanted to see one in real life. In many of my dreams, I was excited that I was seeing a tornado. I’ve never been scared of it in my dream, since they have never come very close to me.

March 2001 – some sort of tornado dream, there were lots of tornados all around. I was hitting myself in the dream to figure out if it was real or a dream, I slapped myself in the face, and it hurt, so I said, oh this is definitely real life.

April 21, 2001 – Tornado dream. I was walking onto campus along the walkway through the parking lot. On the right side of the walkway instead of cars parked there like usual it was a wall. There were alot of people out walking. The sky got really dark like it was going to storm, then we saw lightning. The sky got really light after that, and I was like um.. ok. Then I realized that the sky got light because all the darkness was sucked into a tornado that was heading our way. Then I questioned whether I was dreaming or not. I decided at first I wasn’t dreaming, I tried to hit myself and see if it hurt, and it did, so I concluded I was awake. Then the tornado was coming closer to us, and it started acting weird, and disintegrating, so I decided I was asleep and it was just a dream.

February 13, 2002 – i was at home…it was my townhouse but it was my real house. i was in my room in the townhouse, but it was really big, and i had lots of desk surface space. it was really almost completely empty, so i wanted to put a coffee maker on it. it must have been really windy or stormy or something, because i looked out the window and the view was of the view from my real house, not at school. and there was a huge tornado off in the distance. so i freaked out, and went to tell danielle there was a tornado and we should go in the basement. then i ran downstairs to tell my mom about the tornado, but she wasn’t home, it was my neighbor jenny. she was watching tv in my living room. so i was like, look outside and tell me if there is a tornado because maybe i’m dreaming. she looked outside and saw it, so i wasn’t dreaming, but she didn’t appear to care at all that there was a tornado coming and we should go in the basement. so i looked outside again and there were at least 5 other smaller ones touching down. so i was like, well screw you guys i’m going in the basement. so i went downstairs, and somehow i had unknowingly dragged my mattress down off my bed into the basement, i guess so i could go back to sleep. it was all deformed though. so then i was looking out the window, which apparently my basement had windows, and Ziggy was out in the back yard, and there was a tornado coming right towards my house. it was weakening, so much so that it was see through…as in it wasnt full of the dirt and dust which makes a tornado visible. there were some dead leaves swirling around in it, that’s how we could still see it. leaves and branches were getting sucked into it, etc, and then it went right where Ziggy was, and sucked Ziggy up into it. She had her front legs up, almost as if she was worshiping it, when it sucked her up. So i was like, no Ziggy no, get out of the tornado. And then Ziggy seemed scared, and was trying to grab on to the flying branches, and eventually grabbed onto one that was attached to the tree, so she didn’t get blown away. then a bat came flying towards my house, but when it got close enough to the house, it was a dog.

November 28, 2001

I guess i was at my house, I don’t remember anymore. I had hid some joints in my basement, so my parents wouldn’t find them. So I smoked one, and then i went online to talk to carolyn about it. I didn’t feel high, so I was really upset. then my mom was around and i really wanted to get high. so i was going to try to go back in the basement to get my other drugs without her knowing. so I went downstairs, and I shot up with some heroin. I went back upstairs to talk to carolyn. I still didn’t feel high though. then my dad came home, and i dont know why, but i felt like i needed to go retreive all my drugs because I was scared they’d find them. so i went back downstairs, and i took a bottle of aspirin with me. i took it so that when i went to find my other joint, and my E pills they would see that i was holding aspirin and think that’s what i had gone downstairs to get. so i was holding 4 tablets of E, the joint, and the aspirin and my mom started yelling at me about something. then my dad started yelling at me. i was yelling back at them, and my mom kept yelling at me. i really needed to do the rest of my drugs. i guess my dad told her to stop yelling at me and i managed to get upstairs. so i was back talking to carolyn, and i still didn’t feel high. so i did the 4 tabs of E. then i was going to smoke the joint but i got scared that i had taken way too many drugs.
i was at school, and i had a locker. i got out of a class and went to my locker and it was all decorated. except it wasn’t my birthday. my friends who had lockers around me decorated it to thank me for being so tall, because i always got stuff out of the top of their locker for them. then dr kirsh was there, and he was an art teacher. he gave me my paintings i had done, to take home. then this other girl was there, and she wanted to paint. so dr kirsh was telling her about how there was no more room in the painting class for the girl. then i dunno what was going on, but i started cutting her hair. it was some sort of deal dr kirsh and i made with her. i had to cut some of her hair off but i ended up cutting off way too much and she was mad.

possible explanation: another drug dream. there was actually a 2nd drug dream related to the first one because i wanted to remember the 1st one so badly to type up. i forgot most of it, there was so much more details and stuff to it that i don’t remember.
possible interpretation: drugs is the only way i’m going to be able to deal with my parents if i have to live with them when school ends lol
posted by sara @ 10:13 AM//

November 27, 2001

i was in new york city, buy the world trade center, when it was attacked. i must have been under a car or something because i was watching the towers collapse from an opening in whatever i was under. someone was with me but i don’t know who it was.
possible explanation: haven’t thought about it in a while…dunno
possible interpretation: ptsd
posted by sara @ 2:19 PM//

November 25, 2001

i was in a toy store xmas shopping and i had my baby with me. i guess the baby was around the age that it would start talking. i think it was a boy. so i’m walking through the aisles and talking to my baby, trying to get it to talk. i kept asking it to say “momma” and “daddy”…well it started saying “daddy” so i got all happy and excited and i called for my husband to come. he was in another aisle looking for gifts. so i yelled for him to get over here because our son was talking and i didn’t want him to miss it. so he did, and my husband was bono. so he took the baby and the baby kept saying daddy to him over and over. it was really cute
possible explanation: spent some time in toy sections of discount stores yesterday…bono…um do i even need to explain where that came from? lol
possible interpretation: i’d say another psychic dream except i don’t want kids…however bono’s kids…hmmm lol
posted by sara @ 2:26 PM//

November 20, 2001

my mom and i ran this day camp type program for troubled kids. they came to this building we owned and we had activities and different stuff for them to do to keep them out of trouble. well this business was just a front. we were italian, and we were in the mafia. and the day camp was a front for our drug dealing. we were the biggest dealers in the area. we specialized in cocaine. so we were working in the day came when one of our shipments arrived. this chinese man came by with two big boxes. so i took him in back to the walk in freezer. he put the boxes on the shelves with the other boxes of food. then a group of other mafia guys walked in and demanded to know what the day camp was a front for. well the chinese guy started going on and on about how if they guys would leave he would find the golden pussy. and he didn’t know much english, so he kept saying over and over to the men that he’d find the golden pussy. the guys were like, really? the golden pussy? and the chinese man was like, yes, the gooooooolden pussy. so apparantly everyone thought the day camp was a front for a whore house. so the mafia guys leave with the chinese man. all the kids from the day camp leave, and adrienne was there. i guess she worked in the camp for us. so once everyone was gone, we ran back into the freezer to get high, because we were both cocaine addicts. so we opened up the boxes and each box was filled with tons of little baggies of cocaine. so we did some cocaine, and then i went to my house. my grandparents lived with us. they were in the mafia too i guess. my grandpa had made spaghetti, and put the dirty dishes back into the cupboard without washing them, again. he did it every time he made spaghetti. there was sauce all over the cupboard, and it was disgusting. since i was high, i started yelling at him about how he can’t do that because then i have to clean the cupboard. he didn’t understand what the big deal was, so i yelled at him to get up and look in the cupboard, and then he saw that there was sauce all over the place. and he was like oooh, yeah i’m sorry, i won’t do it anymore. well i was highly irritated and i didn’t feel high anymore, so i was mad. i went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and my pupils were small, but not totally small. so i wanted to go back to the day camp to get some more drugs.
possible explanation: haha that’s so great. this was a great dream. maybe if i had some cocaine i could deal with my family better
possible interpretation: another drug addict dream….
posted by sara @ 7:59 AM//

November 19, 2001

1. it was trevor’s birthday, so a bunch of us girls went to see him. he lived near us, so we went to his house. but it was set up like a science class room – a lab table with sink in the front of the room near the boards, then desks facing the front. so trevor was behind the desk thing, and we were all sitting in the desks, or leaning on the lab table to talk (flirt) with him. he was surprised that we all remembered his birthday. then one of the girls had a big sign, as if we were going to a concert. it had this blonde woman on it who looked like farah faucett. trevor had left the room to get something, so i asked the girl wtf she had that sign. she said it was trevor’s girlfriend. and i was like, i thought he was dating that kelly person, and that kelly person didn’t look like that. she said no it was his new girlfriend. i still didn’t quite know why she had this sign with pictures of his girlfriend on it. so then trevor came back..with his girlfriend, who had brown hair, but apparantly it was the same person that was on the poster. his girlfriend was a singer too i guess, so we watched her music video, and i thought it sucked. but i befriended her, and was going to take her around town to show her the sites.
2. partly related to 1…..i had finally finished taking trevor’s girlfriend around and it was really late, but i went home. i lived in one giant room with 2 other girls and i had to share a bed with one of them. she was still awake because she was pissed i hadn’t come home yet. she thought i had been with trevor. but i said no i hadn’t been with him. so i got into bed, and the girl was the blond haired little girl that stuffed her bra from the movie Then and Now…she covered my eyes with her hand, because i guess there was stuff going on in the room that i wasn’t supposed to see. there were all these people coming in, and they were robbing us..no they weren’t robbing us, but they had robbed something and were putting the things in suitcases to make a break for it. then trevor’s girlfriend was one of them, and so i was like WTF trevor is going to be so mad when he finds out his girlfriend is a criminal.
3. partly related to 2……the room i lived in turned into a school classroom, but it looked the same. i just knew it was a school room. Dr Dehart’s room to be more specific. the people who had stolen stuff and then put it in suitcases so they could make a break away really pissed me off. then it was like, they had something to do with some political group. one of the guys was a protestor and had taken these sponge stamp letters and black and red paint and had stamped letters on people, and on the walls. so i decided to join the movement, and i totally destroyed the room. i was writing on stuff, and painting on desks and tables. i was trying to paint but the paint wasn’t showing up and i didn’t understand why. but every time i wrote the letter K it was backwards. then Dr Dehart gave me 5 dollars, i guess in support of the cause. i didn’t really know what to do with it, because i didn’t know where donations went.
4. was talking to my husband john stamos about how carolyn dreams about tony danza.
possible explanation: i’ve never had Dr Dehart for a class…Trevor…i dunno why i dreamed about EC again…i don’t know when his birthday is either.
possible interpretation: dunno
posted by sara @ 11:12 AM//

November 18, 2001

i was dating john stamos. we lived in a big highrise building in a city. it was all upperclass looking and gorgeous. i was running around trying to find carly from gh because she was hurting her chances of getting custody of michael. she had gone and taken him from whoever had custody of him. don’t remember much after that. then me and john had to go stay at my grandparents house i don’t know why. so it was time to go to sleep and we were in a room with 2 double beds. i couldn’t sleep in the same bed as john because i guess someone else, a friend of ours, had come with us, and we didn’t feel right letting her sleep with my grandma in the same bed. so our friend slept with john and i was going to sleep in the other bed with my grandma. but before we went to sleep i was in bed with john and we were talking about all kinds of stuff i don’t remember. then i was in the other bed, and we were going to sleep. my grandma hadn’t came to bed yet because she doesn’t go to bed til like 4 in the morning. so we’re sleeping and then i feel someone sit on the bed i was in, and it sunk a real lot. then someone kissed my neck, and then the other side of my neck, and got up and left. well i opened my eyes to see who it was, because i didn’t think it was john since he’s not big enough to make the bed sink that much and it was the cook, or something like that, that works for my grandparents. he was kinda fat, dorky, very gross. so i started freaking out and john sat up in bed and was like “what is it”. so i was crying and said that the cook (whatever his name was) just came in here and kissed my neck. I guess there was a history of the cook being in love with me. so john got really pissed off and he was going to go and beat the cook up. but i was like “no please don’t do it” but john was getting out of bed to go beat the guy up. so i got up and grabbed john and i was so upset i just collapsed on the floor and pulled him down with me. i just held onto john so he wouldn’t leave, and he was like “ok, i wont go” and hugged me as i cried.
i was at a music store with my friend cyndi and we were leaving when a car went by playing music really loudly. it sounded like orgy, so i was like “dude that is so orgy” but i never heard the song before. so i deduced that it was the new orgy song. but i hadn’t heard about orgy releasing a new song. so i’m like, “i’m going to ask those people what that is” because they had pulled into a parking lot. so we walked over, and it was a van. there were a bunch of kids in the back, and the woman driving was older. but they were still playing orgy real loud. so i went up to the window and was like, is that orgy? and she’s like yeah it’s from their 3rd release. and i was like, well where the hell did you get it? and she said she got it last night at this other record store. i asked when the release date was and she said she didn’t know but if i went to the record store at midnight or 4 am i could probably get a copy. i had no idea where the store was, and neither did cyndi and the woman wouldn’t tell me where it was.

possible explanation: john stamos?!?! sure he’s hot and all but… wtf did that come from?!?!
possible interpretation: haha
posted by sara @ 11:19 AM//

November 17, 2001

only remember parts
was walking with someone in a mall parking lot. we were trying to avoid walking by some people that were standing around, so we took a detour through a fenced off area near the building. it was the wild life preserve that the mall had (?!?). the mall had different exhibits with animals inside, and this fenced off area was where the zookeepers dealt with the animals when they weren’t inside. so we were walking in it, and saw the animals but they didn’t seem to care we were there. we got to the end of the fenced area and realized there wasn’t an exit, so we had to turn around and go out. then there was someone in a lab coat doing things with the animals, a vet or something. there were a bunch of aligators in the area. one started running after whoever it was that i was with (dunno who it was, it was a boy tho). so i was like, look out! then the vet said something, and the aligator stopped. i guess they had been trained really well. then all the animals realized we weren’t supposed to be walking in the area. so we were leaving, and then all the aligators started coming after us, and biting us in the legs. the vet couldn’t stop them. so i had to keep grabbing the aligators mouths and prying them off of me. so we got out of the fenced area, and then it was my school campus. i was walking around in pain from having all these aligator bites. then some woman came up to me to tell me they were making the whole campus into the wild life reserve. so i started going off about how that was such a bad idea because i had gotten bit etc…then i was walking in some other area of campus where they were still building the town houses. but the area had more room then the townhouses i live in now, so it looked like an actual neighborhood with a street, and front lawns, and then houses. and each house was different, like a real neighborhood. so i thought those looked better than the one i lived in.

my mom had dropped me off in a parkinglot where there had been a tool concert. i needed a ride back to school and i knew eric was there and that he’d drive me home. so i found him and he was talking to maynard. so i was like hi, to maynard. there was really no one else around. then maynard was sitting on the bumper of a car next to eric’s just chillin. i didnt want to bother him so i didn’t talk to him. so me and eric were getting ready to leave, but i couldn’t lift my leg up to get it in the car, cuz it was in pain from being bitten. then maynard said something to me so i replied, and then we left.

i was someplace and i had to go to the bathroom and there were 6 stalls. 3 had toilets, 3 were the bathrooms that were just holes in the ground like in france and greece…where you squat over the hole and pee. i walk in and only the holes were left. then i hear my aunt carol say “hi sara”…she was in one of the other stalls. didn’t understand how she knew it was me. so i was going to attempt to pee in the hole. the person in the stall next to me was doing a really bad job, not getting the hole, and so her pee was splashing all over the place, even into my stall from underneath the wall. so i got to pee and i did fine, and i was fixing my pants when my mom started leaning over the door to talk to me, and the person next to me was leaning over the side wall to light a cigarette. i’m like ok why must everyone suddenly lean into my stall!? they were like, oh sorry, and left.

possible explanation: ha i have no clue
possible interpretation: dunno
posted by sara @ 10:44 AM//

November 15, 2001

i was in prison. more specifically i was in attica. i had just gotten sentenced and i was going to be in attica for the rest of my life. so the warden person came and brought me to my cell in chains. my hands were chained together to my waist, and my feet were chained. my bed was in a big room with a bunch of other beds. each bed was in front of a barred window that was open to the outside. we all got chained to our beds, so we couldn’t walk around or anything. the warden was telling me the rules, and how he makes random visits to make sure we’re all following the rules. he was telling me how people go insane in attica etc. because there’s nothing to do and you’re not allowed to do anything. so i sat there, and he left, and i thought it’s not SO bad, because i can look out the window etc. i was going to have a good attitude and make the rest of my life be as good as it could be inside attica. so then a bunch of new prisoners were brought in. none of them were chained though. they had beds near mine. one of them was cheryl from work. she had the bed next to mine. so we were talking and things were ok. these 2 other girls were brought in, non chained, and so we were talking to them. then i realized i could lift up the one leg of my bed and un-chain myself. so i did that so i could walk around, even if i couldn’t lift my arms up high because they were still chained to my waist. well we were all talking and causing a ruckous so the warden came back to yell at us all. then my friend joe from elementary school was there. he was sitting on cheryl’s bed and we were talking. then i wanted to call some people from high school and tell them cheryl was in prison. so she gave me her ATM card, which if you talked into the magnetic strip, acted like a phone. so we called this kid matt laroach, who i guess i called because cheryl always had a crush on him. so i’m laughing and telling him cheryl is in prison, and that joe was there too….well i guess it turns out, we were allowed to do our own thing and walk around in the room and socialize. there were actually little grills there we could heat up our food on. so a bunch of us were cooking food, and talking. i was really shocked to see so many girls there since i thought attica was a men’s prison. then i was looking inside the grill, which was like those toasters that they have in restaurants, that have the bread travel through the toaster and come out the bottom, and there were flames coming out of it. so i yelled fire, and everyone looked and saw the toaster in flames. then the other toaster/grill started on fire. so i’m yelling fire and we’re all panicing because, they don’t really tell us the fire escape routes since it is prison and everything. so then one of the prison guards comes running in with this little fire extinguisher. it was gideon yago from mtv. so he puts out the fire. so then i’m walking around and dr shanahan was there. so i was like omg what are you doing here? she was visiting, not a prisoner. but then i was really ashamed and embarassed about why i was there, but she huggged me and asked me what i had done. i had killed my ex husbands new girlfriend. so she left, and i went to sit with the other girls eating, and i was like, i don’t think i could possibly feel any worse about myself after seeing her and telling her what i had done to spend the rest of my life in prison
possible explanation: im reading a book about the death penalty and death row etc…
possible interpretation: another psychic dream lol
posted by sara @ 7:46 AM//

November 9, 2001

there was a concert in my neighbors driveway. in order to watch it you had to park your car in the street and sit in your car. so danielle and i were sitting in my car and watching the concert. it was the rolling stones. it was really weird though, because the drummer stopped drumming and was walking around. mick jagger was doing his thing but there was only half of the music sine there was no drummer. then roadies were running around trying to settle stuff down. no one knew what was going on. then the concert was inside a department store or something, because there were all kinds of shopping carts around, and behind the stage were aisles of products to buy. but it was still outside because we were still in the car. then i wanted to go backstage because apparantly i knew mick. so me and danielle got out of the car and went back stage. then it was like intermission and the band came back stage. so mick was talking to people, and we were just standing there. next thing i knew i was holding a drum stick. it was covered in silver glitter, so i’m like wow this is a rad drum stick. so then danielle wanted one. we found this huge pile of drum sticks, and so danielle took one. she wanted more so she started taking more and putting them into a shopping cart. i was like um, don’t do that mick is gonna be mad at us for taking all of this stuff, since i thought mick would be mad i just had the 1 drum stick. so then i wanted to talk to mick so i was hoping he’d see me. i didn’t know if he’d remember me because it had been a long time since i had seen him last. so then he saw me, he had a red shirt on. so he came over to say hello and he remembered me and everything. but he was sorta busy so he had to go talk to some other people. he must have seen the danielle had put stuff in the cart, cuz Mick was like, oh yeah take whatever you want, no problem. so while he was off talking to whoever, we went and started piling things into the cart from the shelves. so then i went back over to talk to Mick and he hugged me, and i was like you remember my name, and he was like of course i do. i was taller than him. i think i am in real life too. so he was hugging me and i was like, it’s been a long time, and he was like yeah. then i noticed my car headlights were on, because the key was in the igniton. so i was like shit i need to go get my keys before my battery burns out, so i went to the car and danielle stayed backstage. in the car were my parents because they had been watching the concert too. so i was like, um, i need my keys so my lights will go off.
possible explanation: only that i’m going to an EC concert tonight.. they SHOULD remember who i am even tho its been a while since i saw them last
possible interpretation: i really am friends with mick jagger. and since he sang a song with bono on new album, he’s gonna introduce me…
posted by sara @ 10:25 AM//

November 7, 2001

lol i just remembered part of another dream. i was in some kind of class, and the teacher was the guy who played Michael Bolton in the movie “office space”. but he wasn’t an actor. it was a real person, who was hired to be in the movie because the movie was based on his real life or something. everyone in the class had seen “office space” so people were constantly saying “michael bolton” to see what our teacher would do (his real name wasn’t michael bolton). he didn’t think any of us had seen the movie and knew that he was in it. but when we started saying things to him from the movie, he caught on and was kinda embarassed.
posted by sara @ 10:53 AM//

#1 i was at some kind of amusement park and i was standing near a rollercoaster watching people go on it. it was the biggest coaster in the entier world, it had the biggest drop, and it was the longest ride. so i’m watching people go on it, and i notice that whoever is in the first car had to go down head first. they get strapped in on their stomach and do the whole thing head first. everyone else is normal. so i guess i was in line, and i get in my seat and strapped in. but i don’t have one of those head restraint things. so i’m like, um, i’m gonna fall out when we go upsidedown. so then we’re sitting there forever because i guess there was some kind of technical problem they had to fix. so finally we start going up the first hill and i still don’t have a head restraint. i’m like, uh they usually check these things before they let you start. So i just reached up and found mine, and pulled it down. but then i wasn’t on the ride anymore and i was just watching it again. after watching all these people go on it and look totally scared i chickened out and didn’t want to go anymore.
#2 me and my parents were going on a trip someplace. last minute my grandpa showed up at our house. i guess it wasn’t really last minute at all, he was planning on coming the whole time, but my parents knew if they told me he was coming i wouldn’t go with them. but i still didn’t know he was going on the entire trip with us, i thought he was just going to a certain point and then we were leaving him wherever that was. so we start driving, and i’m miserable because i can’t stand to be around him. so we’re going to all these places that are out of the way of our final destination and i’m like wtf where are we going. and my dad is like, we’re going to this cemetery. and we go to drive by this cemetery and all these people from some certain war are burried there. then i notice my grandpa has a list of cemeteries, and apparantly he wants to go see every cemetery in the country where people from this war are burried, and that this is what the enitre trip was supposed to be – us taking him to all these cemeteries.

#3 i went to a party with Bono. we weren’t dating, but i was his date for the party. we were just close friends or something. anyway, there was this guy there who was an old high school friend of Bono’s. i really wanted to meet this man because u2 had written their song “out of control” about this guy (not true). so Bono introduced me to him, and I was all like, “ooh so you’re the guy? how do you feel about u2 playing that song live now?” and the man is like “at first i was kind of put off by it, but i like it, it’s good.” and then Bono interrupted and was like “yeah you can totally tell we didn’t design the set ourselves, so and so designed it. and i like how we changed the song to do it live?” and i’m like ok…and the man is like “yeah, so and so, haven’t you ever heard of the taliban?” and i’m like “of course i’ve heard of the taliban”

possible explanation: um…i dunno, i’m too hungry to think
possible interpretation: dunno.
posted by sara @ 10:46 AM//

November 3, 2001

i was at school, but our house was a huge mansion. inside the house there were various apartments. so it was like there were apartments constructed into this house. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT?! ok, so anyway. there were 3 doors that you went in to get to your apartment depending on where in the house it was located, and each door had a big front porch (it was a really huge mansion). we had to park our cars in fields in front of the house. so i had parked my car in a pretty decent space. then it was like, everyone was out tailgating at their cars, as if we were at a football game, or preconcert or something. well where my car was parked, it was kinda hilly and uneven, so i wanted to adjust the way i parked my car so it was flat. so i pulled ahead so i could back up and straighten it out, but someone came and took my spot. so i was like, where the hell am i gonna park my car now? i liked my space, and the guys in the car next to mine were really cute. the car and parking space were like where everyone lived, so everyone had their junk spread out in their space. i had a shopping cart full of crap, and now i didn’t know what to do with it all since someone had taken my space. it kinda resembled a camp ground where people park their trailers and then set up their “homes” there.
some dream involving michael jackson but no clue what it was about.

possible explanation: dunno
possible interpretation: no clue
posted by sara @ 3:16 PM//

November 1, 2001

i was driving in some strange big city. i’d never been there before, but i knew where i was, and how to get back to where i was going. then i was at my apartment, which was sorta like in a corridor style dorm. but i think it was a hotel. and some friends were visiting but i don’t know who they were. but then i had to go to this dance recital thing with danielle. she had promised kristy that we’d go watch her perform. it wasn’t just a recital though, it was a contest and it was being filmed for tv. it was all people in some dance school. so we went to this recital thing and had gotten there late. so she got a chair in the first row on the floor, cuz there was an empty one, and i stood to the side by the floor. i think one of the judges was someone from metallica. maybe not, i just remember the 1 judge was someone really weird – not weird, but an odd choice to be judging a dance competition. there was only 2 judges. i assumed that everyone was going to have to do the same song, and same costume for 1 dance, and then do 1 dance on their own. each person performed by themselves. so this girl came out in this gross purple costume. it had a leotard thing, and then a skirt piece that was all purple gauze, with purple sequins as a belt. she had purple tights on. so she came out, and the skirt was attached around her neck like a cape. so i was like, um, that’s weird. the entire time her tights were really falling down, all baggy all over like she had gotten a size 2 times too big and couldn’t keep them up. so she’s doing this dance, and was terrible. i was wondering how she even got through first auditions to get that far in the contest. well she totally sucked, and she messed up, and i could dance better than she could. well from the audience reaction she knew she did bad and was upset. so she was walking off stage, and pulling up her tights, and she saw someone with the same costume on with the skirt actually as a skirt and not a cape. so she got really pissed off and started yelling at her dance coach, who could have possibly been Bono. she was screaming at him that why did he tell her to wear it like that, it was supposed to be a skirt, and she was blaming him for the bad routine and the fact she sucked. well then someone moved from the chairs, so i went to sit down next to danielle and wait for kristy’s performance. well i guess the crappy girl was the last of the amateurs, and next was people who actually were really good dancers. i guess there were 2 parts of the competiton, the part for all the crappy dancers, and the part for people who were actually talented. so i was sorta excited to see the good dancers. so this guy came out to do his routine and it was super great, and i wondered how crappy girl could ever think she would have won against people like that guy. then there was something else about Bono, he was there and people saw him and started yelling, but i was like yeah bono is here, because i guess i already knew him. he was one of my good friends or something and he had come to see the show with us.
possible explanation: no clue where all this dancing stuff came from lol
possible interpretation: i dont care lol