~I dreamt that I went to a coworker's party, (which I had decided not to go to in real life on the basis that it would be overrun with drugs and alcohol) with Yamaha, a guy who is six years older than me but won't leave me alone. But the party wasn't at my coworker's house; it was at my high school. The dream skipped over the party itself, but it seems that everyone spent the night there. In the morning, I met Yamaha at his car but he was still somewhat drunk - I was clear as a bell as usual, not having drunk at all. He had started balding and he had lost his shoes, so he insisted that couldn't drive barefoot because it is illegal (I learned that yesterday). He also appeared to be missing his arms, but they were actually just tucked inside his t-shirt because he was cold. I told him he was too drunk to drive me home and I would find my own way.~ Not A Partier
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
~I finished writing my big junior year research paper last week. For the month until that point, I was constantly researching, making these weird note card things, and writing. Now it's done, and I'm very glad, but I had a dream last night that I had another thirty notecards due the day after vacation and I hadn't started them yet.~ I Have English Neuroses
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
~I dreamed that I was at the sailing school where I work, but I wasn't working. I was taking a class, which kept alternating between kayaks and Lasers (a kind of sailboat, generally for the more advanced students). My old chem lab partner was in my class. I wanted to ask him if we had gotten some of the same classes for our schedule next year, but each time I thought to ask him, I couldn't say it, or he wasn't there. At one point, we were sitting in our kayaks, partially beached on a tidal island, and I finally asked him, to which he replied, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," and kayaked away. Later, the class kayaked into a sort of underground cave place with tile floors and pillars. My coworkers were helping everyone dock and get out of their kayaks. I got out and was wandering around through a maze of rooms. I went into a room where all the lighting seemed to shine up through the floor, and was somewhat reddish but also somewhat greenish. My lab partner was there, without a shirt on, and his chest seemed huge and muscular, so much so that I wasn't sure if it was him. He was tapping the center of his chest with his finger, but he didn't see me. He appeared to be alone in the room, but suddenly someone I couldn't see said, "Don't do it!" But it was too late; my lab partner reached up and stabbed something that I could not see into his chest where his heart would be, and something fell out, which I knew to be a brain, even though it didn't look like one. It was purple and red and looked somewhat like a jellyfish but wasn't translucent. It had huge, blinking googly eyes with purple, veined lids and long, thick eyelashes. My lab partner's chest was normal and incision free. Someone said, "Oh no! His brain fell out!" and he gave me the joking downcast-eyes "I did something bad and I know it" look he would when he messed up a lab. For some reason, I responded, "Don't worry, that was only his spare brain!" People laughed, and then I woke up. Just a pointer - I do not have, and have not ever had, a crush on this guy. ~ From Julia
Sunday, January 24, 2010
~A guy I know from school who I think is kind of cute but also kind of creepy was in the spare bed in my room when I 'woke up.' However, I didn't think anything of it and started changing into normal clothes, and he woke up while I was topless, so I went to put on a different shirt, but then it got stuck on my head and he had to help. Once he got the shirt over my head, he wouldn't let go of my wrists, saying something about "can't let go," "God," "Jesus," and loving arm muscles, which is absurd because I barely even have arm muscles at all. He kept leaning closer and closer, and his eyes went all swirly and hypnotic, and then I kissed him, and I could feel braces that I haven't had for three years pressing against the insides of my lips. Then he disappeared in a puff of smoke, and all I wanted to do was find him and keep on kissing.~ Artemesia
Saturday, January 23, 2010