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2008

vivian:
lenny and i have broken up obviously and apparently it is now a fairly well-known fact that jeanette and lenny are trying to hook up with one another. disturbing, obviously. we’re at some house, though, and i’m trying to seduce lenny sexually. apparently this is also fairly well-known, and we’re in some room together, him on the bed, me walking around, and jeanette comes in and goes to use the bathroom in this room, and doesn’t say anything else, really, but is just trying to be unobvious in her obvious attempts to see what we were doing.

at some point i freak the fuck out about the idea that they’re trying to get together and like slap the shit out of lenny. lol. quite uncomfortable!!!

later on, we all go to some store. i don’t know what is going on there but i think i have my hands down lenny’s pantalones at some point. and then i have them down my pantalones but it feels like my hands are down his pantalones :0 (aka penis).

we go inside and there’s this busy busy store with lots of trinkets and jeanette has a big bag. she wants to steal this weird little collection of items that are displayed on one sheet of cardboard yet don’t really have anything to do with one another. she starts stuffing stuff in her bag and to my right, i see a camera, but i don’t mention it because i think that the rack right next to me will be blocking the camera.

i am looking at a rack full of little puff stickers thinking of what to get roxanne or someone. on that rack also, there are some rubber bands of the awesome kind that i used to get from taiwan that don’t stick to your hair when you pull them out. sherry and i are marveling over them and we each decide to buy a pack.

then later on we’re all gathered and sitting for some meeting or display put on by the store owners for us. halfway through the meeting, the demonstrator gets a phone call and she picks it up and then hangs up and walks over to jeanette’s bag and pulls out the stolen items. jeanette is obviously freaking out and i am slightly nervous because it turned out i had forgotten to pay for those rubber bands i wanted to buy!

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(side note: haven’t had a dream in a while and i think other people have lost interest in submitting as well. whatever. what can you do.)

vivian:
one fucked up dream. claire gives me two shoeboxes full of little animals. one box has little rabbits and the other has little deer. so generally, deer are herbivores, but the particular deer in my dream were not. they ate rabbits. so what one would do to feed the deer is put one deer — a buck — into the rabbit box, let him kill a rabbit, and then he would bring back the food to the other deer. the rabbits and deer were maybe quarter-sized, with the baby deer and rabbits being like a quarter of that. well, i put one of the bucks into the rabbit box and all seems fine and he kills one, i THINK. i put him back in his box but after a while i notice that he is bloody, and not moving, and now nothing in the deer box is moving. i look back in the rabbit box and it is the same. for some reason i grab some of those metal rulers with the cork backing on them and start measuring something in or on the rabbit box. unfortunately, i accidentally drop it and i crush all of the rabbits. they all die. and they seem like they are made of clay or something. no blood. just mushiness. i’m traumatized. extremely. later, i’m walking around, and i notice my hands are caked with a clay-like substance, and i know that it is the rabbit guts. and i’m freaked out.

(dream symbology: alex looked up the dream for me and basically concluded that because deer and white rabbits both stand for female qualities, and them dying means the supression of female qualities… along with some other things… that the dream basically means i either want to be a whore or will soon be a whore. haha.)

vivian:
i see animals running away from this forest. there are two bears running away… two animals like elk running away… two other animals which i forget running away… what are they running away from? i’m in a car… i don’t think i’m driving; i’m in the passenger seat. we drive by the place the animals were running from and see two bears fighting. i tell the driver to turn in because there’s a turnout… so that we can get a closer look. as soon as we turn in, though, one of the bears comes towards us and tries to eat / fight / maul us and our car. i don’t know if we get away or not.

vivian:
i’m in a maze-like building. green color palette. there’s a play going on. on both sides of the rooms where the play is going on, there are these raised bleachers… far up above beyond the walls. hard to explain. but the seating is high up above where the play is being held — kinda like seating at the roman coliseum, but not in a circular shape, if you can imagine that.

anyway, i’m on the top area, running into the seating area to meet up with my mom and some other female. we’re in the far right corner of the room and no one is really around where we’re supposed to sit. i dunno how it happens, but my mom accidentally pushes me off the side onto the bottom section, and i try to hold on but fall down. it doesn’t feel like much of a fall, but now i’m in the middle of the room. the play spans three rooms and actually the cast is in one of the other rooms right now.

i try to find a seat by the side so that i will no longer be in the center of the room. but i can’t find one. there’s one man sprawled across a table… like, his stomach is on the tabletop, and his legs and arms are hanging off. a lady is sitting on the ground near him and she says i should do the same thing that guy is doing. apparently, that is less inconspicuous. i am a bit uncomfortable, though, so i try to look for a seat.

before i know it though, one of the guys in the play has walked into our room and he is spouting his dialogue. but i’m still in this weird public spot, and people are angry that i’m ruining the vibe of the play.

i freak out and run out. get lost. arrive outside. it is a maze, after all.

there’s a group of guys. one of them starts to make sexually abusive comments and seems to be rather threatening. the other ones don’t actually say anything; it seems that guy is the bossguy. i start to run away or something but one of the guys grabs me back.

he picks me up by force, in the way that princes pick up princesses in fairy tales, though. his arms are under my knees and supporting my back, and i have my arms around his neck i think. a little odd. for some reason, i decide to kiss him. he’s not even particularly good-looking, but that surprises everyone there. they tell me i’m messed up. the guy puts me down.

i say to the group, “if i go with you, will you let me go back safely?”

no one answers quickly. one guy nearest to me has a grim face and shakes his head slowly, so i run away. some follow, but no one catches me. i get lost trying to find my way back to the room the play was in, but no luck.

jeanette:
i can’t remember all the details, but i do remember one large portion of the dream, i was swimming indoors. the whole entire house (apartment building? mansion?) was filled with water. it was sort of like a water slide (like not A LOT of water but more than just enough for a water slide to operate — enough to swim in). i swam up the stairs, down the hallway etc. and i remember at one point when i think i was searching for my room, i lost my bags and my pillow. my pillow was the same one i was sleeping on (same pillow case at least) and when i found the pillow, it had shrunk. it basically was just the case and because there was so much water soaked into the actual pillow, it was like… non-existent! so weird!

part two of the dream is sucky, i.e. scary. i was with some friends somewhere — no idea where. and my friend carmie and i were walking home from a friend’s house. all of a sudden, we noticed this weird sketchy guy following us. as soon as he got closer, i wanted to SCREAM, but nothing came out. i just told her to run, and we jet back to our friend’s place, since we were just down the street from our friend’s house. i ran straight back to our friends who were still at the house and went behind our guy friends who were on the sidewalk. carmie apparently didn’t run, and i guess he was getting close to getting her or i think at some point, he DID get to her. she ran into a public men’s restroom where there were people. i guess the “creeper” didn’t go in there?

i remember panicking in the dream and screaming at my guy friends, telling them to go get her, but no one really understood. after a while, someone FINALLY went to go get her. we all went together actually, and i opened the mens’ room door and i yelled for her to come out and that it was ok. she had been sitting in a locked door stall and was SUPER traumatized. i can’t really remember the details following this, but i felt SO BAD because she was like, “WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?”

alex:
so i had gone on some sort of roadtrip to a small city on the water (about the size of edmonds, wa).  i had parked my car and some people and i (i’m not sure who exactly) started walking into the small city.  we took part in a few activities that involved rafts and going along the waterfront side of the city, most of which was accessible from these little zodiacs we had been rented.  the city had a cement/rock pier that went out to sea the way some lighthouse piers do, but at the end of the pier, there was a building that didnt look much like a lighthouse.  it may still have been a lighthouse, but really it looked like a short version of the space needle, and had a disproportionately large disk (though a short ver of the space needle was still very tall).  it was obviously a tourist attraction and was some what nautically themed, or at least it reminded me of a ferry.  the sun was mostly set as we (still not sure who ‘we’ is…) walked through the downtown.  despite being small, the downtown had a few skyscrapers.  this whole city would’ve been very odd looking if viewed from any particular distance.

i had been walking along the front of a very beautiful cathedral, admiring its stonework as well as the large park across from it, when i noticed a really old industrial building across the other side of the park.  its most notable feature was one giant smokestack that had a twisted look (in all senses of “twisted”). though it went straight up and down, its surface was the pattern of an upwards spiral, like a coiled snaked or a candy cane.  really it just looked like someone had chopped off the leg of an ornate dining table and turned it into a chimney.  i could see heat distortions at the top of the smokestack.. i was admiring these and the colors of the post-sunset sky when the dream took a dark turn.

i heard/felt a really deep wooosh which shook the ground.  dark black smoke started pouring out of the smokestack and obscuring the oranges of my sky.  ‘how un-green,’ i thought to myself.  a funny thought cause i had clearly not yet detected the change in flavor of the dream.  the smoke poured out heavier by the second, and there was a perceivably growing rumble.  i looked around to see if anyone else seemed to think this was odd, or perhaps this always happened in this already strange city.   the smoke grew, and there were flames visible from the top of the tower… a huge quadrant of sky was missing in the blackness.  this can’t be normal.  another deep woosh shook the city, and a pillar of flames shot out the top of the tower.  i had been walking slowly towards the industrial building up until this point, but ash and actual flames were raining down on me.  something started pelting the area around me.. it was as if i was being shot at.. i wasn’t sure what was happening, so i started to run.  everyone in the area started to run.
i had made it around the corner of the catheral and the smokestack was out of site.  the rumbles and explosions were still audible.. and it sounded as if something large was lumbering through the city.  something had emerged from the factory and was ravaging the city.  i fled back to the rafts and gathered a few people and tried to make it back towards where i had parked.  from the raft, i could see that the ferry space needle was getting evacuated; people were dropping rescue rafts comically off of the top along ropes as if it were indeed some sort of ferry.  the rafts landed in the water surrounding the pier.  i awoke here briefly, and when i fell back to sleep i returned to this dream and things had changed quite a bit

<i>dream part two: the cake is a lie (lol…)</i>

i hadn’t made it back to my car; instead, one other person and i were hiding in some strange building.. the demon thingy was still going through the city.. i only call it demon because of its fiery emergence from the factory, and the feeling it produced around it. you could feel it in the distance as if it had some sort of aura of dread around it.

my friend and i decided the building we were in was just gonna get crushed eventually (the sounds were coming closer), so we should take the the street.   we began trying to descend the interior of this building. i use those words cause there were no stairs ot typical means to get out.  the build was ultra strange, it was a multi-level bathhouse / climbing wall.  from the top, you just looked down on many uniquely shaped pools and hot tubs at varying heights, crudely simulateling small pockets of water found on a cliff face.  despite this strange array of things, an escalator ran from the bottom floor to the top floor amidst the tangle of organically shaped pools of water and man-made cliff (complete w/ an occasional fake plant).
the escalator was out of our reach, so we kept climbing down.. at times, we would make it right over one of the pools and we could drop form one level to the next by falling into the water.. at other times we just climbed.

the muffled sounds of destruction were getting nearer to the building, and the feeling of dread was mounting.  we weren’t going to make it to the bottom before the demon made it to our building.  i could see the bottom floor .. the whole thing was a giant gift shop.. but it was too late. whatever was outside was already here — albeit still outside.

and then all the noise outside stopped.  i looked up at my friend confused. we didn’t question our luck. we just hurried to the bottom floor.  there were strange things in this gift shop, mostly clothes.  there were also these small trickles of water that had come all the way from the top of the buidllding. they were clean and uniquely colored, each flowing through a small ceramic track.  at the first floor some of these things came together, and there were labels… turns out each of the colored liquids was a different type of syrup.. lemon..orange.. coffee… carrot.. lots of flavors.  where the flavors came together there was a label breaking down what flavors came together at this point and what the new resulting flavor was.  this was the weirdest place ever.  i tried a coffee one as i walked by.. and then i found this odd one made out of 6 different ceramic paths.. it was labeled “carrot cake.”  i tried it too as i went by, and sure enough, it tasted like carrot cake…if carrot cake was a liquid.

my friends (there were 3 of us now..) looked around the gift shop for anything we might need and then we reluctantly made our way to the front door.  the city was perfectly silent.  the front door was a revolving door surrounded by LCDs, showing some graphic of a small pool of water on a cliff w/ a bonsai.  the LCDs also thanked people for visiting.

one of us started out the revolving door.. and i became once more conscious of the aura of dread.  there was no way we were gonna get away from whatever it was.. even now, it was just waiting.  i felt a surge of panic as the last guy entered the revolving door.. and i ran for it too.  as i ran, the monitors changed.. i don’t remember exactly what message was written on them — something about having caught me or my death.  the structure looked as if it took a breath right then.. everything solid lifted and clenched and then returned to rest as i pushed hard on the revolving door.

the previously ornate lattice of metal making the windows of the structure thickened and doubled, effectively growing a metal cage around all the windows.  the revolving door stopped in mid path, with me stuck in it.  i felt the pressence of something.. but i was so trapped that there wasn’t much to do.  the creature manifested behind me.. i could see it because all of the LCDs were just an image of the intetrior of the revolving door. it definitely grabbed me by my hair from behind, exposing my neck, and ran its hand along my throat.  i didn’t feel anything painful.. i just felt heavy..  and i felt my body fall away from my spirit.. if that makes sense. i felt something in real life.. i felt as if my muscles all unflexed after having been tensely flexed for quite a while.

i looked down at my body and i felt suddenly confused about why i was still here…it was quickly apparent that dying was banishing me from this dream.  i turned to face this particular manifestation of the demon, and he and everything started to fade… as my dream body died so did whatever thread of consciousness felt entitled to be there.  my real body seemed most important, and i woke up.