Happy Things - August Edition

After a very disturbing dream where I was performing unsuccessful spinal surgery, I decided to focus on the positive. And so:
peaches from the farmers market
poetry [i am not usually a big poetry reader, but Louise Erdrich has been making me happy.]
roommates [I started this list before they went completely crazy and started obsessing over ghost hunting shows.]
thunderstorms
thorough dentistry
words
smiling
Scott Pilgrim
coffee
flowers
long walks
tattoos [I’m ready for my next one.]
wasabi
the letter G. gorgeous, gregarious, gamine, gainly, gallant, grey, great.
oranges
babies
tea
paper stars
Lester
friends
honey
My sister and brother-in-law:



What about y’all? I need some good happy things this morning. Load me up!

Another strange one...

So, the other night, among other insane things, I dreamt that I got a tattoo of a star that was in two parts across my forearms [on the outside, like keanu's constantine]. And my apartment was inside this really old, like from the 1800s, department store, and I had to crawl through a small space and up a ladder to get to it. At one point I kept locking the door, and the landlady was chiding me that other residents needed to get in, but I told her that they were all monsters and we had to keep them out. She just laughed and unlocked the door. I tried to hide in this room that was in the middle of the hallway and was enclosed by glass-paned french doors all the way around, but I couldn't keep the curtains covering all of the windows, and marble statues kept appearing and just stood there, facing in.

Then there was a horrific bit where some dude that I was dating [I think his name was Michael or John, something generic, but I've never seen him in real life before.] fell down a hill on his face and got really hurt and I had to go on a wild goose chase to find medicine for him, which ended up being a bowl of blood and a bowl of water. All the while I was being chased by some awful monsters that looked like people who had been wrapped in thorny vines with strips of grey silk covering their eyes and mouths and they yelled this horrible low howl that sounded like a million bells all going at once.

And I was running around the shadier parts of Baltimore, but I felt safer there than in the brightly-lit places. The dirtier and grubbier it was, and the more buildings that were boarded up, the more comfortable I was being there.

I don't remember when I woke up. I think at that point I was just running and running and running.

dreams in review.

the following are transcripts of my recent dreams as e-mailed or chatted to various friends after they occurred.

5/24/09, as e-mailed to K.

so there was this crazy kind of sea monster that was terrorizing swimmers on some tropical beach. so we were part of this elite task force that dressed up like the monsters [by wrapping ourselves in seaweed from neck to legs and then wearing a weird coconut hat. I NEVER SAID THIS MADE SENSE] and swimming around, killing the monsters with crazy knives.

and then we were getting out of the water, and i was naked for some inexplicable reason, and jaime hyneman was off gathering everyone's towels up, and so i went over to get mine, but it got caught on his head and we fell over.

the end.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.

7/26/09

R: morning chica
Me: i had really weird dreams last night
a sampling
R: oh?
Me: nina already had a baby a few days ago, and is now having a second
R: I'm sure she would be thrilled to hear about that one :)
Me: two: that i caught the baby, but couldn't put it on her belly because she was too far away on the bed
three: that she had the baby and i was feeding it cranberry juice
R: LOL
Me: four: that the priest who married my sister and brother left the priesthood so he could ask me out
R: ROFL
Me: five: that we were defending my grandmothers house from marauders, only they were really breaking in a few houses down.
six: i was crating lester in a window sill
R: like in a crate in a windowsill?
Me: no, like the window well of a basement window
R: huh
Me: i know
i only left him in there for a second
because even my dream self knew it was ridiculous
R: I love your subconscious so hard, even when it is weird.

11/4/09, as e-mailed to R and K.

i just woke up from a nap where I was dreaming that I was part of SG-1 [can you guess what i was watching before i fell asleep?] and there was a mission that was a little hazy, but i think we were swimming at some point and there were goa'ulds. Anyway, then we were eating lunch and i was piling all sorts of weird stuff on my tray and all I really wanted was pudding.

So. I'm going to make some pudding tonight.

11/23/09, as e-mailed to R.

last night i dreamed that I bought Cam a whole bunch of underwear [cotton boxer-briefs are cannon!] and t-shirts in super-girly colors. He was sweet about accepting them all, and then he noticed that I was wearing my M-9 [because i was totally on sg-1, duh] and he scolded me because we weren't on a mission.

I let him take it out of my holster [twss], and then we played catch in an alleyway behind my apartment building with a football. There may have been unnecessary tackling.

Then somehow he morphed into Jay Smooth, and he kept picking me up by my arm and leg and swinging me around in circles.

Bzuh? Totally posting that on my twitter to see if he responds. bahahahahaha

<3 happy monday!

12/15/09, as e-mailed to R.

last night, I dreamed that I went back in time to see my grandparents a year before my grandfather died and I accidentally let it slip that he'd be dead soon, and he just looked at me sadly and we went for a walk.

I remember hugging my grandmother and feeling like I was really tall and lumbering compared to her [which is accurate, because she was a wee slip of a thing.]

It was really. soothing, sort of. I was early to work, anyway.

There are millions more that I never wrote down, but babbled out to various people over the phone. Like the one where I was the leader of a band of survivors of the Zombie Apocalypse, and I was driving an SUV through a parade of Zombies playing brass instruments.

Or the one where I really had to pee, but couldn't find a bathroom that didn't have a group of people clustered around the toilet so I finally gave up and dropped trou in front of a bunch of strangers.

You know, the usual.

Freud's got nothin' on me...

I dreamed last night that I was at my parents’ church and that I really wanted to paint my nails bright lime green, but so did everyone else. And while they were all fighting over a bottle of nail polish, I found another one under a pew [I don't know, either].

So, I sat there and happily painted my fingers and toes, and then Adam Savage from Mythbusters came up and asked me to go to a birthday party for a kid who used to be in my church youth-group when I was in middle school. I said sure and we headed out to the car. Along the way, we found Jamie Hyneman, and he was carrying a blow-torch [natch] and we all piled into my Jetta and took off. I turned around to say something over my shoulder to Jamie, and I saw that Tory Belleci had found his way into the car, too. So I made a crack about how this day was going to turn out completely awesome, and Tory got all excited and held out his hand for a high-five from Jamie. Jamie sort of ruffled his mustache and Tory was like, "All right!"

So, we make it back to my parents house and end up swimming through the door because their house was filled with water. It was apparently completely normal, and my dog was floating along in a giant shoe.

Jamie busted out the blow-torch again, and we all started welding a space-ship in my old bedroom.

Then I woke up because I had fallen asleep watching Stargate SG-1 and Teal'c and Cam were busting their way out of a Ha’tak.

Hi. I'm a nerd.

Also, I swear that this wasn't me.

Odd dreams

I dreamed last night that I was standing under a lemon tree in California. They were Meyer lemons, and the sunlight was shining through their skin, and I was squeezing them to see which ones were ripe. One burst in my hand, and when I looked down, instead of juice, it was glitter.

I don't know what it means.

bloody dreams

a few nights ago i dreamt i had to walk home in a pair of jeans and a sheet wrapped around my torso. it felt similar to the dreams i have where i'm naked and have to get home with dignity intact.

the streets were actually hallways like the ones in my old highschool, only dingy and rather post-apocalyptic. the ceilings were falling down and there were sparking wires hanging all over the place. the air was difficult to see through, like it was smoky.

all i knew was that i had to get my sword to survive the walk home. only, my sword WAS at home. so i was walking straight and purposeful, my head held high. i passed groups of people gathered in the corners. my apartment was up a ladder through a doorway to a classroom. i climbed up and got my sword and when i got back down, i had to fight the clusters of people. they had no weapons, but they were in groups of at least five or six.

I unsheathed verdigris [my sword. i name things, dun judge.] and started wailing on them and i woke up mid-slash. i was clutching my pillow and breathing fast, sweat pouring off my skin.

what to dreams of unspeakable violence mean, anyway? am i repressed? do i need to start taking fencing lessons? or better yet, boxing?

the woods and the sky.

i had a dream last night that i was riding a horse through a wet forest. leaves kept dripping water on my face and neck, and we were riding very fast away from something. i don't know what was chasing us, or what we were escaping, but i didn't feel scared. i was resigned, as though i knew that either we wouldn't get away and i'd have to go back to whatever it was, or that i didn't really want to be running away. perhaps it was something i knew i had to do.

the horse was grey, i think. and i remember that my stirrups were really ornate, and there were bells on the harness.

then we burst out of the forest and went to this little white house on a hill in the clearing, and i dismounted and led her to the back. there was a fire pit and the sky was grey, and the trees were so green and lovely. i remember walking on red clay tiles, and tying my horse to a ring on the side of the house. i was dressed in a diaphanous green dress and a smart rusty-brown coat that had lots of buttons going up the front. there was someone sitting at the fire pit, but before i could see their face, i woke up.

i feel like i've seen that place before, but i can't even begin to guess where.