I was walking around my neighborhood checking out garage sales. I was looking for tiki mugs and vintage Aloha-Wear. I found two tiki mugs and two dresses.
As I was walking down a street, the street turned into a street near my mother’s house. When I reached the corner, I saw a friend who was riding a bicycle and I showed him the tiki mugs I found.
I then continued to a house on the top of a small hill. The surrounding area had rolling hills and small ponds. There was a party of some sort going on.
I was hanging around the house, showing these people my new tiki mugs and wearing one of the dresses I found during the morning’s garage sale. The dress was bright yellow and orange and long. As I was mingling the party friend Christy showed up at the back door of this house. Christy wanted to show something in the garage. She said that she saw a small black demon in there. The garage was not attached to the garage and was down a small path down the hill. I started following her down this path to the garage. Christy stepped into the garage and spotted the black demon. The demon was about 3 feet tall. It looked burned. The texture of its skin was like burned Rice Crispy snacks. Christy started running at top speed back to the house. Surprisingly, I did not run. I calmly walked up the hill back to the house. Even though I was obviously scared, I did not panic. I wanted to get away, but I did not run.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 8, 2010
The Haircut Trailer & Body Parts
I needed a haircut. I walked into a long metal trailer. The trailer had couches and big pillows in the back part of the trailer. There were several women in the room. The woman asked if I had an appointment. I said, “No”, and was told there were no appointments available.
I walked out of the trailer disappointed and was going to a bus. A bus came by, entered and then exited a short distance away. I was then at a small amusement park. I could see the top of a roller coaster and a big water slide/ride. I got into one of the toboggans of the water ride. A big fat lady got into the toboggan and sat behind me. The fat lady was wearing a pink dress and looked like a big piece of chewed-up Hubba-Bubba Bubble gum. Her fat was spilling out of the toboggan. We started going down the slide the fat lady’s weight was making us get out of control. We hit a sharp turn and we almost crashed out.
I got out of the ride and started walking down the road. The road looked like the kind of road you’d find between buildings, alley-like. As I was walking there were a lot of men milling about. There were 2 tall guys walking in nothing but swaddling cloths. They looked like they were wearing diapers. One of the guys was an attorney I knew, Danny R. He approached me and was really high on marijuana. He said “Hello” in a very slurred voice, which made me think he was doing more than weed. He then grabbed his breast and started squeezing milk out of his nipple.
I continued to walk around the amusement park. There was a tall wooden fences with the ropes hanging down. The kind the military uses for training drills. There were a bunch of bodies and body parts tacked onto this board. It was really grotesque: Pieces of arms, legs and various other body parts hammered onto the boards. The chopped up body parts in military greens. In the dream I could hardly look at the “display”. I turned to the other guy in the swaddling diaper and he said, “It’s Protest Display.”
I was then back at the haircut trailer. This time I missed the bus. I decided to walk down the street to get back. I saw another bus and thought I could catch it. Jeff was with me at that point and we both started running. However, I seemed to be making more headway than Jeff. At one point I turned back look for Jeff. I walked around a corner and Jeff was no longer around. There were a group of guys in a cluster. One of them said that someone had dropped a “bomb”. The bomb ended up being a large metal ball, the kind that would come out of a canon. The canon ball struck one of the guys in the stomach. The guy double-over in pain.
I walked out of the trailer disappointed and was going to a bus. A bus came by, entered and then exited a short distance away. I was then at a small amusement park. I could see the top of a roller coaster and a big water slide/ride. I got into one of the toboggans of the water ride. A big fat lady got into the toboggan and sat behind me. The fat lady was wearing a pink dress and looked like a big piece of chewed-up Hubba-Bubba Bubble gum. Her fat was spilling out of the toboggan. We started going down the slide the fat lady’s weight was making us get out of control. We hit a sharp turn and we almost crashed out.
I got out of the ride and started walking down the road. The road looked like the kind of road you’d find between buildings, alley-like. As I was walking there were a lot of men milling about. There were 2 tall guys walking in nothing but swaddling cloths. They looked like they were wearing diapers. One of the guys was an attorney I knew, Danny R. He approached me and was really high on marijuana. He said “Hello” in a very slurred voice, which made me think he was doing more than weed. He then grabbed his breast and started squeezing milk out of his nipple.
I continued to walk around the amusement park. There was a tall wooden fences with the ropes hanging down. The kind the military uses for training drills. There were a bunch of bodies and body parts tacked onto this board. It was really grotesque: Pieces of arms, legs and various other body parts hammered onto the boards. The chopped up body parts in military greens. In the dream I could hardly look at the “display”. I turned to the other guy in the swaddling diaper and he said, “It’s Protest Display.”
I was then back at the haircut trailer. This time I missed the bus. I decided to walk down the street to get back. I saw another bus and thought I could catch it. Jeff was with me at that point and we both started running. However, I seemed to be making more headway than Jeff. At one point I turned back look for Jeff. I walked around a corner and Jeff was no longer around. There were a group of guys in a cluster. One of them said that someone had dropped a “bomb”. The bomb ended up being a large metal ball, the kind that would come out of a canon. The canon ball struck one of the guys in the stomach. The guy double-over in pain.
Jun 7, 2010
What a Road Trip.
I was in a car parked on Ventura Blvd., near Topanga Canyon. I was washing and dressing myself in the car. Suddenly this small truck pulled to the side of my car. There were 3 dirty gardeners in the truck. They thought I was a prostitute and offered me $25 a piece to blow them. I was disgusted. Suddenly my mother appeared, I complained about the three guys and my mother scolded them.
I was then driving in a convertible with a brunette girl, who apparently was my friend. She was on her way to work. She was wearing a black waitress apron. I was telling her what happened with the three gardeners.
I was looking up the road as we were driving and I could see that there were a couple of guys fighting and people were spilling out of a bar. I warned the girl driving to "watch out", as the guys scuffling out into the street. She swerved around the two fighting guys. There was another guy up the road that had a bloody football in his hand. He threw it towards the car and blood dripped off the football onto my right leg/knee. I told the girl to drive faster so we could get away from the skirmish.
We drove up a dirt road to the top of a hill. At the of the hill was a trail sign, the kind you find in hiking areas. There were a lot of people in the area. I looked at the sign and saw that it had graffiti. I was upset, cut my hands so I could cover up the graffiti with my blood. I looked over to the other side of the sign and someone was painting the other side with black paint, covering up graffiti as well.
Suddenly all the people that were around this hiking area started killing each other. I went into survival mode and started making my way down the hill. I was not taking the main road, as it would make me too visible. Bodies were flying down the hill. The girl I had driving up with, jumped into a pile of debris and trash that was on the side of the hill. She wanted to stay and hide in the trash pile. I told her it was unsafe and that eventually the crazy people would find her. Gracie, my dog, was under the trash pile, snoring. I told the girl, they would find her because of the snoring dog. I left her and told her she was on her own.
I started making my way down the hill and started crossing the dirt road. My boyfriend Jeff appeared and I yelled at him to get out of the main road as we would be spotted. I told him to follow me, but it was too late the crazy people spotted us. We were about 20 feet from a set of double fences that lead to freedom. We started running and Jeff pushed me through the gate. I made it through. Jeff disappeared. I made it past the second fence, but a guy tried stopping me. I threw a punch and he blocked it. I tried hitting across the head with my elbow, but he ducked. He countered with a front kick. I rushed forward grabbing his leg and spun him to the ground and finished him off with a heel kick to the neck. Other guys started coming through the fence to kill me, but a big guy in white clothing said, “No, she beat him fairly, let her go”.
A red radio flyer wagon appeared and I sat in it, pushing myself along. I was carrying a big cake box. In the box was a big pink birthday cake. A little girl appeared and said, “Are you going home?” and I said, “Yes,”.
I was then driving in a convertible with a brunette girl, who apparently was my friend. She was on her way to work. She was wearing a black waitress apron. I was telling her what happened with the three gardeners.
I was looking up the road as we were driving and I could see that there were a couple of guys fighting and people were spilling out of a bar. I warned the girl driving to "watch out", as the guys scuffling out into the street. She swerved around the two fighting guys. There was another guy up the road that had a bloody football in his hand. He threw it towards the car and blood dripped off the football onto my right leg/knee. I told the girl to drive faster so we could get away from the skirmish.
We drove up a dirt road to the top of a hill. At the of the hill was a trail sign, the kind you find in hiking areas. There were a lot of people in the area. I looked at the sign and saw that it had graffiti. I was upset, cut my hands so I could cover up the graffiti with my blood. I looked over to the other side of the sign and someone was painting the other side with black paint, covering up graffiti as well.
Suddenly all the people that were around this hiking area started killing each other. I went into survival mode and started making my way down the hill. I was not taking the main road, as it would make me too visible. Bodies were flying down the hill. The girl I had driving up with, jumped into a pile of debris and trash that was on the side of the hill. She wanted to stay and hide in the trash pile. I told her it was unsafe and that eventually the crazy people would find her. Gracie, my dog, was under the trash pile, snoring. I told the girl, they would find her because of the snoring dog. I left her and told her she was on her own.
I started making my way down the hill and started crossing the dirt road. My boyfriend Jeff appeared and I yelled at him to get out of the main road as we would be spotted. I told him to follow me, but it was too late the crazy people spotted us. We were about 20 feet from a set of double fences that lead to freedom. We started running and Jeff pushed me through the gate. I made it through. Jeff disappeared. I made it past the second fence, but a guy tried stopping me. I threw a punch and he blocked it. I tried hitting across the head with my elbow, but he ducked. He countered with a front kick. I rushed forward grabbing his leg and spun him to the ground and finished him off with a heel kick to the neck. Other guys started coming through the fence to kill me, but a big guy in white clothing said, “No, she beat him fairly, let her go”.
A red radio flyer wagon appeared and I sat in it, pushing myself along. I was carrying a big cake box. In the box was a big pink birthday cake. A little girl appeared and said, “Are you going home?” and I said, “Yes,”.
Shower Patio & Midgets
I was in my mother’s house in my old childhood neighborhood. The patio was as it was prior to my mother having it enclosed with gray cinder block. I needed to take a shower and there was a shower in the patio. The shower was not private and anyone could see you taking a shower. I then put on a sun dress and showered in the patio so no one couls see me naked. A weird little short guy was watching me. He was about the size of a midget and looked dirty and brown
Jun 1, 2010
Math & Potato Salad
I walked into an apartment in a 2-story brick building to find Rosanna Arquette sitting at a kitchen table. She made it clear she wanted to kill me. We started to fight and I wrestled her to the ground. I grabbed a bowl of potato salad that was on the kitchen counter. I started to stuff the potato salad in her mouth and nose, in an attempt to choke her. I then started to shove the potato salad into her “hoo-hah.”
A man on the street that was passing by one of the windows and saw what I was doing. That man was sent there to kill both of us. At that point, Rosanna and I realized that we had to work together to stay alive. The man started coming up the back stairwell. We started running through the apartment building. I ran into a room that tall dresser with a pillow on top of it and closed the door. Then someone handed me a math test. I had to take the test or be killed. I was frustrated as math is not my best subject. I started doing the problems, but was taking a very long time. I couldn't comprehend the problems. I then figured out that the answers were previously on the test, but had been erased. I simply had to carefully rub the pencil lead against the sheet of paper so the answer would be visible. A calculator then appeared in my hand. The door opened and someone let in a stupid little yappy dog.
A man on the street that was passing by one of the windows and saw what I was doing. That man was sent there to kill both of us. At that point, Rosanna and I realized that we had to work together to stay alive. The man started coming up the back stairwell. We started running through the apartment building. I ran into a room that tall dresser with a pillow on top of it and closed the door. Then someone handed me a math test. I had to take the test or be killed. I was frustrated as math is not my best subject. I started doing the problems, but was taking a very long time. I couldn't comprehend the problems. I then figured out that the answers were previously on the test, but had been erased. I simply had to carefully rub the pencil lead against the sheet of paper so the answer would be visible. A calculator then appeared in my hand. The door opened and someone let in a stupid little yappy dog.
Valium
I was in great pain and in a hospital waiting room, waiting for a doctor to write out a prescription for Valium. I was waiting a very long time and getting tried and frustrated. I finally saw the doctor and discovered I already had a prescription waiting in the pharmacy.
I went to the hospital's pharmacy. I was crying and frustrated. When I got to the counter, they had my prescription wrong. The bottle only contained 3 pills. They were supposed to give me 30 pills. I then saw a giant bottle of Valium that a clerks left on the counter. The pills were big and black. I took the bottle and put it in my purse and walked out of the pharmacy.
I went to the hospital's pharmacy. I was crying and frustrated. When I got to the counter, they had my prescription wrong. The bottle only contained 3 pills. They were supposed to give me 30 pills. I then saw a giant bottle of Valium that a clerks left on the counter. The pills were big and black. I took the bottle and put it in my purse and walked out of the pharmacy.
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