Dreams

Dreams Continued

14 March 1999
I dreamed I slept with Chris. Ande found out about it and started crying. She was just incredibly distraught. I was so sorry and full of regret, but of course I couldn't make it right. ---I've never been more relieved to wake from a dream and find that it was only a dream. I felt so bad about what I'd done in the dream. ...so glad to wake up.
21 December 1998
I dreamed about Amy Budd. We were sitting on a park bench and i new that she was now a vet, so (so...obviously) I started saying Dr. Budd. Doctor Budd. DOC..tor Budd Doc...TOR Budd Doctor BUDD...etc. and so forth but (amazingly) she wouldn't answer me. I think she thought I smelled bad.

20 December 1998
I dreamed that Johnny Carson was in my mom's front yard trying to climb the cottonwood tree. I was very much younger that I am now. Carson souldn't get up into the tree on his own so he had to cheat by pulling his car up in front of the trunk. Then he stepped up onto the lowest branch and laid back as if he were swinging on a hammock. --I remembered that when I was younger (though in the dream I was, in fact, younger) I used to climb the tree and I wanted to do it again. I stepped up, using his car, and climbed about two lengths(?) higher than he was. The spiders came down on me but I vigorously brushed them away. I knew I could go higher but I misstepped and started to slide. Instead of correcting the problem I grasped and hugged the branch beside me. People on the ground were chearing because I'd gotten so high. They didn't expect much from me I guess because I knew I was ridiculously low in the tree. I knew that I could climb higher but I wasn't doing it, I just stood there grasping that branch and somewhat afraid, but really just frustrated with myself. -- Another part of this dream had something to do with an online calculator, jelly, a roach and baseball gloves. I can't remember just why.

18 December 1998
I dreamed I had a band concert in which to perform. It was a reunion of sorts, though not much was made of that fact. All the people I knew in junior high and high school were there including my band director --Mr. Allen. We were all older as we are today, except for Mr. Allen, he looked young but really terrible. The feeling, though, was as if we'd never left school. --I showed up for the concert in a pair of grey shorts and a raggedy old T-shirt. Everyone else was dressed up. Mr Allen started yelling at me --You think you're the only one that matters?! --Then he calmed down and told me to go to his car, but instead of handing me the keys he gave them to someone else --someone he deemed more responsible i guess. (that was Chris? --richard hunter's friend, I've forgotten his name) So I followed him out to the car where I thought there would be some more appropriate clothing but all there was, was an empty suitcase. Still dressed in my grey shorts and old t-shirt I went into the Olive Garden and proceeded to perform with the band. There were pictures posted on the walls of the various band members. I noticed that I was not among them. One of the students (who will now remain nameless) asked me if I wanted to "fool around" (how embarrassing) and I wanted to but the dream ended --thankfully

3 November 1998
I dreamed that my husband and I were downtown in an RV. We found a covered parking space and left it there while we went sightseeing. When we returned we found that someone had broken into the RV. This was greatly disturbing to me. I sat in the covered parking for hours trying to figure out who it was that could have done that. Suddenly, the burglars returned. I saw them and it happened too that I knew who they were. One of them was a "friend" of mine who had Christmas presents in the back of the RV. When I saw them I went to capture --all but one escaped into an extremely large suburban. The last, who had the presents, I caught and tied. --Then I was home, still holding the criminal. I heard the door ring. It was somebody coming to rescue the thief. He opened the door and brandished a sawed off shotgun. I knew I could do nothing, so I let go. But in the end I got him back. Through a window I poured a Coke on his head.

I dreamed I was sleeping in a bed next to my husband. We were at home, but really it looked like some kind of camp cabin we were sharing with several other people. I awoke to find Kelly sitting over me. She was crying and saying that she'd gone home but no one would let her in. Nor would they let Zak in (Zak was my cat.) So she drove five more hours to come and see us. She didn't know what to do, so she sat outside the door and held Zak until she decided to drive down. I just kept wondering why Zak was at her house.
16 July 1998
I dreamed Christi was in my mom's front yard. Her body was submerged in a huge vat of something or other but her head was floating several feet above her body at the top of a string, like a balloon I guess. I tried to talk to her but a huge group of asian women surrounded the vat and told me Christi was not to be disturbed. I then attended some kind of gathering at which Prince Charles was the main attraction. There was an attempt on his life and several people were killed. I saved a baby from being blown to bits. The baby's father took him away from me and wouldn't let me see his face. He was wearing a yellow hooded jumper (the baby not the father.)
7 April 1998
I dreamed I was trapped in my house and the electricity was out. I needed a flashlight but the only ones I could find were at half the intensity. It was dark and I was frightened.

14 November 1997
I dreamed I was at my mom's house with my Uncle Jay and he was reading the comics. He had stacks and stacks of them in my room and he didn't want anyone to touch any of them before he was finished. Glancing down at one of the piles I noticed that there was a comic about some mathematicians. The comic was very amusing and one of the characters in it looked just like my father. I clipped the strip and took it to show to my mom. She agreed that it looked like my father and she took it to my grandfather Drake to show him. I don't think he recognized that it was my father in the strip. He though it was just some garbage and he crumpled it and threw it to the floor. I wasn't mad at him because he didn't know, but I was very angry with my mother for ever giving it to him. I'm not sure if I was worried about returning the comic to my uncle or if I just wanted to keep it because it looked like my dad.

I dreamed I was in some kind of computer class and one of the students shot the teacher. All of the students in the class started to leave. The were pretending nothing happened to the teacher. No one wanted to acknowledge that the teacher was dying right before their eyes. I was the last one out. As I walked out the door I turned to take one last look at the teacher on the floor. His eyes opened and he saw me looking at him. I was frightened.

I dreamed I was diving under water and I saw two men one following the other. The first man led us all deep into the water at the bottom of which stood a pizza place. We entered the establishment and the two men talked for a while. Then we left the pizza place and swam back to the surface of the water. I got out of the water and walked over to a shallow stream along which a long line of rubber ducks were floating. I gathered several of the ducks and took them back to the men who were now skinny dipping. I started to throw the ducks at the men but they didn't seem to notice.

4 November 1997
I dreamed that I was in the dentist's office to get my teeth cleaned. When I sat down in the chair and leaned my head back I noticed that there were spiders all over the ceiling and they must have been there for a while because they had some very elaborate webs strung across the room. They were thick somehow and they afforded the spiders a movement that was unique. The spiders could spring out at you from any place on the walls or ceiling. They began to drop down on me. When I moved they followed me along the length of the webs. I ran from the office. When I was out the door I looked behind me and saw Dr. Baker in the doorway wearing his boxer shorts and undershirt. He yelled out that he could do the cleaning in his underwear if it would make me feel better.

3 November 1997
I dreamed I had sex with that boy from Papa Murphys. First he and his friends were standing in the pizza line wearing hockey uniforms and buying cookie dough. I took him home. Then we were in a van traveling across the desert. There were zoo animals all along the road.

I dreamed we bought Sara a box of crayons but when we got them home we noticed that some of the crayons in the box were already worn down to the paper. I wanted to buy her a new box but my husband didn't want to spend the money. He said we had to give her the box we had.

2 November 1997
I dreamed that I lived in an apartment with Christi and her boyfriend Jeff. (To my knowledge the real Christi never had a boyfriend Jeff) When they came home Jeff opened the door at let my dog out. Hooper went running down the stairs out into the parking lot where I chased after him trying desparately to catch him. When I finally caught him and picked him up (carefully so it wouldn't hurt his back, he was a boston terrier) I thought to myself that he deserved to be let free. He was so happy when he was running. I was sad because I didn't want to let him go, but I also didn't want to hold him captive.

1 November 1997
I dreamed I was visiting a group of zen monks. They had a grey cat that they gave me to take home. Home was a submarine that I had to swim out to with the cat. I put the cat in a little box that already held another cat. Each time I looked at the cats they shrank in size and the hole in the box became wide enough for them to get out. Once I looked at the box and the cats were sitting on top of it. This worried me because we were living in a submarine that was often filled with water and I was afraid that the sharks would get the cats. I had to outswim sharks several times before on my way to and from the submarine. Sometimes the shark was a mechanical Jaws and other times it was a real shark and you had to be especially careful. I swam using an inflatable shark that had handles. Worried about the cats I moved to a submarine that my mother was living in. It was always dry and had no sharks but the captain was crazy. We decided it would be best if I returned the shrinking cats to the zen monks. The monks, as it turned out, were happy to receive them. I discovered that the grey cat I got from the monks was always cognizant of the what was going on. He was always watching me in my decisions and smiling at me very often.

31 October 1997
I dreamed I was taking the Fair Park ferris wheel apart and putting it back together again.

I dreamed I had a dog and my aunt Mary Douglas wanted to feed it jelly and gasoline.

I dreamed my dad came to stay with me and my husband (Bobby??) laid traps in the apartment (not one that I recognized) My dad, though, found all the traps and said --This is like a cardboard cutout-- which by the way made perfect sense in the dream.

24 October 1997
I dreamed that my father came to live with us. The house in which we lived was not one that I recognize now. There was a room that my father preferred in which he would spend hours, even days, smoking and playing games on the computer. Early in the morning one day I walked into the living room and found my husband and my father dressed in business suits. My father shook his head and went out to the car. My husband was angry screaming --why aren't you ready?! --ready for what? I didn't know what was going on. As it turned out my father had a business meeting of some sort that I was supposed to be involved in, but I had heard nothing of it. Confusion, desparation. All of my clothes were too tight.

23 October 1997
I dreamed I was talking to a woman about the inequalities of men and women. I said why is it that a woman is not allowed to have hips even though she is naturally built that way. She answered that the most natural shape in the universe was a triangle and she told me to look at my face in the mirror. That seemed to explain everything.

I dreamed I was on a bus with Amy Budd and Adam Bloomberg. Adam told me he got married so I congratulated him.

I dreamed Arsenio Hall was the only male singer in an all female band. He was standing on the far left of a long line of women who were singing background. The women lined up like bowling pins and Arsenio bowled them down with a shot of semen. Then carrying bowls on their head were some more women. one bowl meant ecstasy, one was full of bees. The bees came out of the bowl and started pounding on me. It was a swarm and I was being attacked. I was afraid of the stings but they never came. I was just being pummeled with bees.

22 October 1997
I dreamed that I was Bart Simpson and I was escaping the misery of home by traveling with my uncle. He came for a visit and I ran out and started the truck. We passed several green fields along the way. After a while he looked at me and said --there are some beers in the back why don't you go ahead and have one of those. I had three or four. Finally, we stopped. All he wanted was my money. One of the actresses from St. Elmos Fire fell in love with him. Or maybe it was her friend. There were pictures of celebrities on the walls.

9 October 1997
I dreamed that Kelly got remarried to her ex-husband Tim. My husband and I were travelling in China where we ran into them. They were sitting on a bench in a building with yellow hardwood floors. I think it was a library. I was shocked that she was married to this man again, but Kelly didn't want to discuss it. She kept telling me they had been to the north to visit the pandas. While I was talking to Kelly, Callie Hunt was in the background kissing my husband. Callie was a waitress.

I dreamed I was in the church basement with this guy I used to know. We were waiting for choir to begin. I wanted to talk to him and apologize for having been rude to him the last time I saw him but he didn't want to talk to me. Finally, I managed to trap him in a closet. Once I had his attention I couldn't think of a good way to say what I wanted to say so I kissed him gently. After a few seconds he warmed up and we started having sex in the closet. His body was really muscular and I just kept looking at his chest. It was mesmerizing.

3 October 1997
I dreamed I was angry with my husband. He was doing the dishes by hand in the kitchen. I took several loaves of bread into the living room and started slicing them into half inch cubes. This was meant to offend him somehow.

I dreamed I found a marketing specialist to promote my new company.

I dreamed I was selling cookies and my mother took me to Gayle's house. He had a giant option menu on his door and when we rang the bell the option clicked to -Go Away!!- There were several other options on the menu such as women who want to have sex, men who want to have sex, open, closed, not home, come on in...the list went on and on.

My husband and I were at a party, only we weren't married. He wanted to have sex with me but it turned out he had come to the party with another girl. It wouldn't have been a big deal except the girl was seated alone in the middle of the living room with a huge afghan around her shoulders, swaying back and forth. She was obviously disturbed but he wasn't giving her a second thought and in fact was rather amused at the whole situation. I went to talk to her but the dream came to a rather abrupt end so nothing came of it.

2 October 1997
I dreamed my husband and I were on the beach and we were cold. A man came along and asked us if we were cold, he said he knew a way to keep us warm. He gave us a blanket and told us to hold the edges, which we proceeded to do. The man ran into the ocean and submerged himself. After a few minutes he leaped from the water and he was literally flaming. Still on fire he ran toward us. We parachuted the blanket and trapped ourselves inside with the flaming man. I guess this was effective.

I dreamed I was out with Christi and Kelly. There were dismembered fingers floating around in the air, but we thought nothing of it.

1 October 1997
I dreamed my husband and I went to a restaurant for dinner. Our waitress at the restaurant turned out to be a girl that he had been dating. The girl felt jilted and all through the meal was tormenting me saying to my husband --oh, remember the good times we had, blah blah blah... What she didn't know was that he was dating her while we were married. My husband, even in this moment, refused to tell her we were married because he did not wish to ruin further opportunities with her. I became angry and searched the restaurant for a man with whom I could take my revenge. I found one and kissed him. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and liquor. The other people in the establishment started calling me slut and whore and my husband just glared at me with an expression of mixed pity and disgust. Then (if you can believe this) I started begging for forgiveness, to which he finally relented, and that was that.

I dreamed I was on the phone with my mother. We were flying in for the week-end and I was giving her all the flight information. After I'd completed the info my sister got on the line and demanded that I retell the information. I launched into a lecture about money and phone bills and told her she might be better able to understand if she ever had the responsibilty of actually paying a bill.

22 September 1997
I dreamed my father came to pick me up from my mother's house. When he got there he told me I had to move his car into the driveway, to the left of my mother's car which was also parked on the left. I didn't question him I just followed his orders. For no purpose, for as soon as I'd moved the car in he got in and we drove away. We came to a western town where we had to cross a floating bridge. But the bridge came to a dead end. I could see where the bridge had once continued but it had become submerged and was not even connected to the main bridge anymore. I got out of the car. My father decided to try to cross anyway and I have no idea what happened to him. I went up into the town where my youngest sister was. She was strung out. I tried to tell her drugs would kill her blah de blah de blah, but she didn't care. It was her life.

I dreamed I was substitute teaching in my old junior high. My principal, Mr. Hensarling, came around the corner after the bell rang and asked me what I was doing out of class. The truth was I didn't have a class for that period but I was too afraid to say anything. He sent me to a nearby classroom and told me to sit down and listen, which I did obediently. As it turned out, Madonna was seated next to me. Everything was fine and we were getting along. But when class was dismissed we saw Rosie O'Donnell in the hallway. Her face we really made up and she had a distrubingly cold look about her. The hall had a line of chairs in which only teachers could sit. I was no longer a teacher, but I wanted to sit next to Rosie. When Madonna found out about it she somehow concluded that I was there to take their pictures and that I had used a hidden camera that was disguised as my lunch sack. They were both angry.
20 September 1997
I dreamed my dog, Hooper, ran away to die. I saw him run while I was in the yard with friends but thought nothing of it. In fact, I didn't think of him for several days. Then one day I realized that Hooper was gone and I hadn't thought of him in those many days and I was overcome with feelings of distress, grief and guilt. I went to my mother to ask if she'd seen Hooper and indeed she'd seen him and had even been with him when he died. I asked her what became of his body but I couldn't get her to tell me. All I found out was that she hadn't taken him to the vet. In reality, my dog died within a week of the space shuttle Challenger explosion. He was hit by a car.

18 September 1997
I dreamed my husband and I were going to buy a sewing shop that had a playground in the parking lot. We made an appointment to talk to the owner but once we were through the door of the building he disappeared for a really long time. I looked for him everywhere but couldn't find him. There were too many interconnecting hallways and hundreds of private rooms with women sewing in them. When he fianlly appeared again I asked him where he'd been but he wouldn't talk to me and he was dressed funny in a knit cap, baggy pants and a heavy coat. We went to the owner and greeted her. I told her my name and she wrote it down but when she asked for my husband name he told her Behzad Le Moz. Moz means banana in farsi. It was at this point that I realized my husband was no longer the race that I knew him to be. In the dream he was the appropriate race for the dream but he was acting funny. It was somehow outside of the dream that I realized this was different from my real life. Anyway, it was clear that he had no intention of buying the establishment. Angry, I left the facility. Outside on the porch I got on my green machine and pedaled away. There were gang members outside who were waiting for my husband on their green machines and I heard one of them say --I don't know, I've never seen one of them do it before.-- He was referring to a person of my race driving away on a green machine.

I dreamed that there was a commercial on television that was advertising the fact that women could be the aggressors of sex. Two guys and one girl were standing on a basketball court. The girl went to one of the guys and said --I'm ready now I want it. The camera zoomed in and she removed her shirt in front of what turned out to be an incredibly shocked audience.

16 September 1997
I dreamed that a man was knocking at my door but for some reason I felt that I shouldn't answer it. I looked through the peephole to see if he could be seen but he was no longer in my range of vision. Then I heard a scuffling sound and I realized he was looking under the door. I looked down toward the edge of the door and could see his eyes peering up at me. He knew I was home. I rushed to lock the door but he burst through and came in yelling. I think he was a relation of some sort, either a brother or ex-husband of which I have neither in reality. He was distracted by something through the window so I ran as fast as I could. I tried to get to my car which was parked in university parking. Crossing the campus on all fours I made it to the parking lot but he came speeding around the corner in his own car and I didn't have time to make it to mine. I bolted up the nearest tree and tried to hide. The rest is a blur.

I also dreamed something about a man being strangled while trying to play the piano but the details elude me.
15 September 1997
Last night I dreamed my husband and I were going to visit my father. When we arrived at his house we were appalled to see the house was literally covered in garbage, inside and out. We took it upon ourselves to clean the place up but when my father got there he was angry at us for touching his property. My husband kept screaming at my father that it only took fifteen minutes to clean the place up and he might like to try it sometime. My father said he could think of something else that only took fifteen minutes and went about explaining it. --It was gruesome. The house that I dreamed about was not the house my father lives in now nor has he ever.
14 September 1997
I dreamed I was in the gym shooting all kinds of busted balls into broken hoops and being graded for it. The gym was dilapidated as was all the equipment but there was a hefty snack bar and in between shots I was eating heartily. After the gym I found myself in the school cafetaria where as it turned out I was a man trying to get a date. In order to do this I needed to obtain food without paying for it. I managed this by attaching myself, physically, to another man in the line. But I was unable to obtain a drink as they were located in a giant refrigerator of which the other man chose not to patronize. A failure, I sat down to eat. After lunch I went to the refrigerator and noted that there were no Dr Peppers. Why --because the celebrity endorsers made a spilling mess of them. Suddenly, out walks Michael Jordan with a Dr Pepper. Inside the refrigerator --Michael Jordan again, selling me a Mountain Dew.
13 September 1997
I dreamed I was asleep with my head on the table. A fat little bird that was very round landed at the end of the table and, peeking around a salt shaker, began to chirp at me. I knew it was a test and remained motionless. Because I didn't reach for him or move at all we became friends. After that I could hold the bird whenever I felt the need to do so.
9 September 1997
I dreamed I was in a high school band. Morgan Freeman was sitting next to me and he wouldn't stop talking. When I tried to play the music I could remember all the fingerings but I couldn't remember how to count a single note.

I dreamed I was out walking with Princess Diana. We were surrounded by the media and it got so thick we couldn't move. Diana told me not to worry that she had a trick. Suddenly the crowd was up on a platform that was itself on rollers. We were in the center of the platform but our feet remained grounded through a square cut in the surface. Diana reached for the edge of the cutout and grabbed two tabs, which looked to be nothing more than plastic squares stapled to the platform. She began to pull and the crowd began to move. We went along that way with everybody moving by her strength. It came time for me to pull, but when I tried I discovered that my shoes were slicked. Everytime I pulled my feet slipped out from under me and I fell flat on my face.

4 September 1997
I dreamed Prince William had written an essay for school and the topic was what makes a good mother. He'd answered a good mother was one who disregards her sons sexual activities.
I dreamed I learned how to enlarge a given graphic on the web.

3 September 1997
I dreamed my husband and I were driving about looking for this piece of property on which we were going to place a geodesic dome. Mistakenly, we turned onto a property that was a refuge for exotic animals. I went to pet a creature that was like a white kitten but it had a rather long snout. We left the refuge and turned back down the street. We went to a house that was occupied by Trish Briscoe and Cindy Seitz. I asked Cindi if she knew anything about the flaws of geodesics. She said she did and began a presentation. Meanwhile, Trish and her friends were out laughing at one of the domes that had recently been built in the neighborhood. She said she and her father had given permission for the stucture to be built, but laughed anyway.

If you would like to make an interpretation of any of these dreams Click here
Dreams Continued
Home

This DreamScape site
is owned by "Melissa Tyson".

[ Previous | Next 5 | Random | Next ]

Want to join the ring? Get the info.