January 5th, 2008

Tags: car, dream Subject: My dream last night Time: 08:33 am Current Mood: amused

Charles suggested that I blog this. I had a dream last night in which I got into the car in a parking lot in a "bad neighborhood." I saw our GPS device still mounted on the windshield, and I made a mental note to remember not to leave it visible when the car is un-attended. I tried to start the car, and it wouldn't start. I unplugged the GPS from the lighter and tried again. This time it turned on, but something was dim. I figured I'd get going and the battery would recharge itself on the way home. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, and its battery was also dead. Without thinking, I plugged it in to the phone charger. I drove out of the parking lot and went about a block when the car died. I couldn't call anyone of course, but I remember thinking about calling for roadside assistance versus getting someone to jump start the car, Next thing I knew, there was some lady there to fix the car. She went to each corner of the car and picked it up a little. Apparently, all but the rear left tire were flat. (That's the tire that was recently flat in real life.) She then proceeded to open up the trunk, fiddle with some levers or something, and pull... Then the two front tires folded in to the center and came back toward her like they were on a track. I was impressed, but not all together shocked. Apparently, this was a normal thing in my dream world! So then she simply took the tires off the track and replaced them, then pushed the track back and the tires went back into place. (I didn't know where she got the new ones from, I didn't see her vehicle.) Then she did some more fiddling in the trunk and pulled out something else from the front on a track. It appeared to be two side tanks of water near to where the tires would be, connected to a long and skinny central tank by clear plastic tubing. She explained something to me about how this device worked, where both tanks draw from the reserve. It looked like water, but I don't know what it was for sure or what it did! That's all I remember... Then, after I told Charles my dream, he told me that the car has been "died" twice in the past two days. O.O He's taking it to the mechanic now!

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December 2nd, 2006

Tags: dream Subject: Bad dreams... Time: 10:53 am Current Mood: cold

I had two really bad dreams last night. In the first one, I was driving the Explorer on the freeway. I was in the #1 lane (far left) of about 3 or 4 lanes. To my left were railroad tracks. They were normal railroad tracks, but embedded into the ground like they are in light rail or at the stations. There was a Metrolink train coming toward us on the tracks, a normal occurrence for people who drive the 10 freeway (except in real life, there's a concrete barrier and several yards in between them and the cars). I remember thinking that we were approaching the Cal State area, and in my dream I was thinking about how the train stops there. In real life, the freeway pulls away, and the carpool lane goes up a ramp to the bus stop above the train station. In my dream, I remember thinking that the train would cut across and traffic would stop as passengers got off the train and walked across the blocked freeway. The train was probably almost 100 yards away from my car when it derailed, flopping onto its left in a sea of sparks. Remember, I'm going full freeway speeds in the left lane, and the train's traveling a good speed too... I look to my right but it's packed with cars and there's no way I can get into that lane in time, so I swerve left over the tracks, across what would have been the path of the oncoming train if it was not in my lane now instead. I can feel the bumping of my tires going over the tracks and I stabilize myself paralleling the tracks and the freeway so that I'm not riding on the rails. The train whooshes by my right windows, and I'm looking for the best way to get back to my lane when I'm past it, when another train coming the same direction (on the same track, or did I skip one track onto another?) hits me head on and I wake up. I wake up with a warm sensation all over my body. It's not adrenaline, I don't think, because my heart isn't racing. I've compared it in the past to a burning sensation, when I've been awaken by dreams of death in fire. After a while, I go back to sleep and have this second dream. In the second dream, I'm at a waterpark. The first thing I remember is I'm next in line for this attraction. It's actually a rather clever idea I think. You're laying back in a chair and there's a gun that you operate, blasting flying objects that come at you (flying gorillas or something weird like that) in an arcade-style screen at the top of the slide. The screen shows an image of you riding down the slide. There's a non-flying threat somewhere by the flume toward the bottom, that only an expert marksman could have shot in time. It points a funny looking weapon at you. It looks like a water hose about 3 inches in diameter, with a big box a few inches from the end housing the firing and aiming mechanisms. It turns out to be some kind of air cannon, long continuous blasts of air hit my face. I cover my face and turn away, then it stops and hits my side. Next thing I know, I'm released into the flume and am riding the real slide. It's kind of a cool idea, huh? Anyhow, after I get to the bottom, I see my mom and her cousin. My mom's cousin needs a little help walking because the ground is wet from the attraction's runoff, so I suggest that I help her walk up the exit area (I would have thought the exit area is the bottom of the slide, but maybe that's only for people who lose the game!). I'm helping her walk up, the floor is squishy and moist, it's weird. Then there's an area where you can step over into the proper entrance line, and she goes over and joins my mom in the entrance line, apparently we've gotten past the worst of the bad footing area and she can take it from there. So I turn back and expect to see the walkway behind me, but instead it's a slide flume. Alright, I think, I'll slide down. But as I sit down I realize that it's very narrow, and it's blocked by quarters (I guess you have to put in quarters to play the game). I poke at the blockage with my toes, jarring the quarters loose presumably to slide down the flume. I think to myself that in the future I should clear quarter blockages by picking up the quarters and not kicking them away. It still looks too narrow, but I push off from a handhold I find (I have a lot of experience in how to go faster on waterslides, remember, since I was a manager at two pools that had slides) trying to build up speed to get through. I'm not able to get through, though, it would in fact be a tight squeeze for even a young child. So I decide to go through the gap my mom's cousin went through and go down the ride again instead, but when I look upward, that path has also closed itself off. I realize that I'm in a coccoon type structure and there's no way to get out. I'm about to scream for help when I wake up, again with a mild warm sensation, not as strong as before. In the past, I've had several of these dreams that I remember vividly. I don't seem to remember much about my dreams on a regular basis, these are an exception to that rule... In about 1999/2000 I was visiting my sister in Las Vegas with the rest of the family. Two parents, two sisters, two brothers-in-law, two nieces, one nephew, and myself makes 10 in a two-bedroom apartment, so several of us were sleeping in the living room. I had a dream that I was in El Monte, at my other sister's house and we were waiting for someone to get ready to go somewhere. The car is across the street, and I'm walking out the side path toward the street when I see airplanes flying overhead. In the background, I see the red and white water tower, a feature that El Monte does have, but not in that location. I sit down on the curb to wait for whomever it is we're waiting for, watching the planes, because they're interesting and I have nothing else to do, then I realize that they're dropping something... The water tower explodes. I'm shocked, confused, then I follow the trail of another bomb with my eyes only to find it's coming toward us. I have a pillow in my arms for some reason, and I grab it in a hug and try to bury both my face and my knees into it, crouching into a ball. I wake up feeling like I'm on fire, a feeling that subsides only after several minutes. It was about 3am, and I couldn't get back to sleep all night. Luckily I had a friend in the UK I was able to call during his lunch break who calmed me down. Probably in 2001/2002 or so, I had a dream that I was a passenger in a car driven by someone who closely resembled a girl I knew my sophomore year in high school. It was night time, there weren't many cars on the road. We're on an interchange, and although the street curves left, the driver continues to drive straight. We go off the interchange and fly through the air. I try to think of how best to brace myself for the impending impact, and I see the ground rushing toward us in the headlights just before I wake up, again feeling like I've been burned. I haven't liked that kind of intersection ever since. (Like the 118 west to the 23 south, big shadow = big fall.) I also prefer to drive myself when I know the road ahead is possibly scary, rather than be a passenger. The lack of control over the situation was the scariest part of the dream. In 2005, I had a dream that I was sitting in a car waiting for someone or something, and out of nowhere some people (probably all male) come and try to get into the car. I tried to hit the door locks, but someone had already gotten in, I think through the back driver's side door. They were trying to pull me out of the car, and I was putting up as much of a fight as I could. I remember that some of them had baseball bats... I don't remember much about this dream now, but Charles and I were somewhere in my mom's Camry and someone got into the car mistakenly thinking it was his friend's car, and it made me very nervous... Charles took to tapping on the window before opening the car door if I didn't see him coming. Then in the past year or so, I had a dream that I was driving alone and somehow got distracted by something and went through a barrier on an overpass. In a seemingly endless flight, I had enough time to try to look for my phone. Instead of calling 911, I had (in the dream) resigned myself to my fate, and wanted to call my husband and say goodbye. I hit water before I found it. So, that makes six dreams so far that have lead to this rush of something... I should try to figure out what it is...

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January 29th, 2006

Tags: alexis, angel, dream, family Subject: Strange Dream... Time: 09:39 am Current Mood: curious

I had this strange dream last night, and Charles said that I should blog about it. Like I told you earlier in the week, my niece had her second baby. We've been planning to go meet the new baby today. Then last night I was doing some genealogical research. When I found out that my grandpa was buried at Rose Hills Memorial Park, I looked up his grave location. That also gave me his death date. Last night, I searched the Social Security Death Index and picked which of the 11 people with that name he is based on his death date. That gave me his social security number and birthdate. Cool. So anyway, last night, I dreamed that when we went to visit, we were meeting them somewhere. We met up in the parking lot and started walking toward the building, looked like a mall. It was Cyndi, Irma... I think Martha was there but I'm not sure. So as we're walking, I was like "where's the baby?" and they told me they left him in the car. So I go back and get him and I'm carrying him. The one thing that struck me about him was how white he was- Irma told me (in real life) that he's whiter than Lexie was, but he was more white than I expected... Then they say something about how they have the other baby, she's going to give this one up for adoption. I thought for a split second that Charles and I should adopt him, but then I remembered that my friend Jenny wants to adopt. So I was telling Cyndi about her, and Cyndi was asking questions about if she had a good job, if she liked kids, etc. I also asked where the other baby is (who in real life passed away when she was two months old) and they said they left her at home. I thought that was pretty strange, I couldn't think of who was watching her, and they didn't mention who was watching her- if it was my baby, I would have said something like "at home with grandma," ya'know? So then we get inside the building, and everyone scatters, leaving me and Charles with the baby. So we're walking around, and the baby is looking around all curiously, like he's trying to figure things out. He's obviously a smart kid! So then we end up at a room with some benches and a big screen, and some pre-teen kids are playing video games. Charles put down his credit card (much like you put down a quid at the pub when you're playing pool next) and we sit down waiting for his turn. Then the baby starts making like he wants down... you know, reaching for where he wants to go... So I go to sit him down on the ground in front of me, and he stands up! He tries to walk, and I take him by the hands and hold him up as he moves his feet like he's walking. I'm impressed! Then I guess he's walking between me and Charles or something, because Charles tells me that we need to change his diaper. But I don't have his diaper bag, so I pick him up, Charles gets his credit card back, and we leave the room, trying to find whoever has it. Thinking back on it, I don't think any of them have it, being that they were going to leave him in the car. =P But we try anyway... We end up walking straight into a room that looks like either a big bedroom or a really nice hotel room. There's a bunch of stuff in the room, including luggage, and shopping bags, and of course the baby's diaper bag. So I get a diaper out and put the baby on the bed. As I take off his clothes to get his diaper off, I notice a note taped to his stomach- it says something about him being born on said date on board the Queen Mary. Then suddenly it makes sense, that we're in a hotel room on the QM. It goes on to say his name, his parents' names, and so on... His name is on the top and there are columns below it with more names. On his dad's side, it was just the dad's name and grandparents, on his mom's side (my niece) there were the paternal ancestors but the maternal ancestors (my sister's family) it only went to my parents. I was a little shocked, and I remember thinking "we know more than that, they could have at least put my grandparents' names." Underneath the family lineage, it says something about who purchased that report or something... and it was my dad, which also surprised me, because he's been ordinarily not pro-baby. I didn't really think about why he would have such a note taped onto his stomach until my husband told me (in real life) that it was probably for the occasions where they left him somewhere, like in the car! His beanie either slipped off or I took it off, I'm not sure, but I noticed at that point that some of his scalp was peeling, above his right temple. I couldn't quite place it, it was thicker than a sunburn type peeling, and he was far too white to have been sunburned. I was concerned about it, and wanted to figure it out without touching it excessively, but that's about when I woke up. So, that's it... a combination of what I was doing the night before, a trip my husband and I went on last weekend, what we were planning to do today, and who knows what else... Weird huh? I also wonder if the baby was growing up right before our eyes... he went from being in one of those rocking carseat things to walking around with some help. Hope that doesn't mean we adopted him after all!

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