Laundry

I had yet another dream in the house where I grew up. I was in the basement wanting to do laundry. Everything that was always in the basement was there, in my dream. Except the large laundry bin; it was replaced by a shiny, new, large commercial front-loading washer. Inside the washer was embedded 2 shiny new stainless steel racks, front to back.

The regular top loading washer was already being used. There were other people in the basement, also waiting to do laundry. A guy who looked a lot like John Barrowman was standing nearby and he told me that if I planned to use the new machine, to please read the instructions carefully and BE VERY CAREFUL. I silently scoffed at him. I know how to use all kinds of wash machines.

I put all my stuff into the machine & there was still plenty of room left, although there would have been more room had the racks not been in it, but there was no way to remove them. Someone else asked me to put as much of her clothes in the washer as I could but then realized I was putting the whites in with colors. I told her I just planned to wash everything in cold water & get it all done at once. I then wondered if the purpose of the racks was to help separate them so there was less chance of the colors "bleeding". In the meantime, John Barrowman looking guy was standing several feet away observing but not saying anything.

Then I woke up.

Mistaken Identity and Lint

First weird dream: I was outside walking somewhere. Ahead of me and to my right was a brick wall, faded yellow, roughly 4 foot (121.92 cm) high. A man was standing on the right side of it looking over it. Gareth David-Lloyd was walking past the other side when the man pointed a gun at him. I only remember the man implying he thought GDL had in his possession something the man (Mr. Gunman) wanted back. Either that or the Mr. Gunman thought John Barrowman had something Mr. Gunman wanted back.

I couldn't quite remember what was being said in the dream, only that either GDL kept telling Mr. Gunman he was mistaken, that GDL did not have whatever the thing was. Or GDL kept telling Mr. Gunman he was mistaken in thinking JB had something of his or that GDL could contact JB and go see him on a whim to find out what it was. I knew that even if GDL could contact JB, he wouldn't have anyway, because, nutcase holding a gun.

I somehow managed to signal GDL to escalate the argument, which he did, just enough so I could distract Mr. Gunman long enough for GDL to take the gun away from him. We succeeded and GDL was pointing the gun at Mr. Gunman while we discussed which of us would go for help when I woke up.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a very large room, with white walls, floor, ceiling, brightly lit. The floor was literally covered with light-colored navy blue gobs of soft lightweight lint. My friend Irene & I were trying to sweep it up, but it was so lightweight that every time we ran the brooms across the floor, half the lint would just float up & settle back down.

Someone walked into the room and started talking to me about something. As I talked I continued to try sweeping the floor. I said something about there not being even one square inch of the floor that was not covered with lint and wondering how we were going to get it all swept up. It went on for a time. I'm guessing that because it was pretty much a never ending battle, I got myself to wake up.

Celebrities

WARNING: THIS DREAM IS RATED SOMEWHERE BETWEEN PG-13 & NC-17
FOR SEXUAL THEME:

I had a dream last night that I was in a house that resembled the one in which I grew up. John Barrowman, Scott Gill and a couple other people were in the kitchen discussing something of which I don't know the details. I walked in carrying my journal & set it down on the table and proceeded to fix myself a cold drink of something. SG looked at the journal and asked about it. It is the one in which I have GDL's, Mark Sheppard's & Peter Wingfield's autographs. I considered asking JB & SG for theirs, but decided it would probably be tacky because they were guests in the home. I also thought briefly of mentioning that GDL had signed his autograph to "Carol" instead of to me, but I thought that, too, would be tacky & I did not know what I could gain from doing it other than perhaps a little sympathy from JB. But then SG surprised me and asked if I wouldn't mind if he signed a page in it. I took him up on the offer.

In the meantime, I was getting ice from the freezer and putting it in my drink. I stood on my tip-toes in my Dansko shoes and commented on very nearly being as tall as the two of them. JB gave me a "you are rather silly" look & I realized that WAS a really goofy thing to do. After they both signed my journal I thanked them & took it into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I told someone else that the program we wanted to watch was about to start & for that person to hurry up & finish whatever he/she was doing & get into the living room. JB asked what we were getting ready to watch. I told him, although I do not now remember what it was.

Suddenly I was in my car driving to a store where JB & SG had just arrived. They decided they did not want to go inside the store, but wanted to go back to the house because JB was more tired than he originally realized. Suddenly I was in the car in which they drove, sitting in the front passenger seat.

The car was some old 1980's boat, a Thunderbird, or Riviera or something. I was leaning against my door a little, looking out the passenger window when the car started swerving into oncoming traffic. I looked over at JB and saw he was beginning to doze off. I told him to be careful. He claimed that he was not sure how to get back to the house. I asked him if he perhaps wanted me to drive. I looked back at him again and he & SG were making out.

He took me up on the offer to drive & pulled over into the left turn lane where I quickly ran around to the driver's side and JB & SG both got into the back seat, laid down and started really making out! As I shifted into drive I told them that one of them would have to at some point later drive me back to my car. SG told me he would while JB slept & in the meantime, if I needed to go anywhere I was welcome to use this car. Then I grabbed a phone and held it up. JB asked me what I was doing. I told him I had to text pretty much every one I knew about driving them, but then said I was totally kidding. I got back on the road & they were pretty much ready to have sex right there in the back seat of the car (even though they never got as far as taking their clothes off) when (thankfully?) I woke up. By "thankfully" I mean having a dream that I am driving a car with JB & SG in the backseat about to have sex is just plain bonkers, yes?


Ummm, yeah.

Hiding

I suddenly found myself hiding from someone(s) in someone else's apartment. Those searching for me either wanted to kill me or was just seeking information they thought I had. I was in some sort of small closet/storage area, laying on a metal wire rack shelf. There was a shelf below me & one above. I was hiding behind an assortment of things. The door was a roll-up type that was open just then. The person who allowed me to hide there was gone, but his roommate walked in. I tried to stay silent. He sat down at a desk on which was a computer. He worked at the computer for only minute. I debated crawling out & announcing my presence. He got up just then and walked to the closet/storage area and rummaged around for something. I thought for sure he would see me, and I began to squirm just a little in the small hope that he would notice me, realize I was there but I did not want to frighten him.

He never noticed me. I found what he was looking for and rolled down the door. I was afraid he would lock it, much like one does for the roll-up door for a box truck or actual storage unit. I quickly crawled to the door, started banging on it and shouting for the guy to open the door. At first nothing happened. I kept banging & shouting. He finally opened the door & looked at me. I explained that I was hiding from someone who was searching for me. He just looked at me & shook his head. I finally realized he was deaf. Because I know some sign language, I tried telling him in ASL who I was and why I was there. Unfortunately for me, there were words I could not remember the signs for. I kept making the sign for "it has slipped my mind" and then I would fingerspell the word. He would nod & show me the appropriate sign.

He offered to take me somewhere else and I crawled out of the closet.

I know there is more to the dream, but I can not for the life of me remember the rest. Just something about sitting on a couch between other people and listening to their conversations. They would ask me something and every time I tried to speak my words came out wrong or not at all.

I eventually woke up.

Invasion

Last night I dreamed I was riding my bike through a neighborhood. Suddenly people were in a panic running or riding bikes up & down streets. I don't remember if I actually asked anyone specifically what was going on, but I did get the information that a group of someones or somethings were forcing people to gather in groups to take them somewhere. People suspected they were being killed. I jumped off the bike, let it drop to the ground and ran into a house. There were lots of people inside trying to house-hop, trying to hide from the group-who-possibly-kills. I did briefly wonder if they were Daleks or Borg or something. As the group went to each house, people snuck out back doors & through windows to the next house in which to hide. Those not fast enough were herded away.

I snuck behind a large couch and crouched there hoping to not be seen. A group of soldiers entered and I heard one of them tell the others to check behind & under every piece of furniture. I was trying to figure out how to get from behind the couch & out of the house without the soldiers seeing me when I saw my maternal grandfather, who passed away something like 15 years ago--July 22 now that I think about it, at age 84--sneak out from another room. He spotted me, grabbed my hand, dragged me towards a window and pretty much shoved me through, following behind me. It was suddenly night time.

We ran behind the house and ended up at a narrow canal or river. He pulled me towards some boats tied up to the canal/river bank except the boats were all several feet out in the water. He was about to grab for the rope attached to a boat and pull it in so we could get on but it was floating in the water and the boat was beginning to sink. Another older couple ran up to us, the owner of one of the boats. The man offered the use of his boat, except it, too, had the rope too far out to reach. There were people closer to the house still running around in a panic and the soldiers trying to gather as many of them as possible. Inside the house and outside we heard lots of gun fire. They were shooting at or towards many of the fleeing people.

I jumped into the water and swam to the boat. My grandfather yelled at me to just jump in the boat & go & to not worry about him or the other couple. I refused. I told him I could drag the boat to the bank so they could all jump in. My grandfather kept telling me no. He had been carry a suitcase which he threw to me & told me to just make sure the contents stayed safe. He was telling me that something inside the suitcase could not get into the hands of the soldiers because they would hand it over to whom/whatever wanted to kill everyone. In the meantime, I had just managed to drag the boat back so they could all get in. I got into the boat. My grandfather ushered the couple onto the boat first, but then the boat floated back out before he could on. I looked for oars to row back again but there were none. I was about to jump back out into the water, but my grandfather kept telling me to duck down & lay in the bottom so the soldiers would not see us & to not worry about him, he would meet me at a place he told me, but I can't remember now. Then I woke up.

Busy Restrooms

I had a couple strange dreams last week that I recall but hadn't gotten to posting. Both were because I had to pee a little except I was fast asleep. In the first dream, I was at a school, possibly the high school I went to or maybe even the elementary school I attended. Anyway I walked in & it was pitch dark & I could not see anything. I felt along a wall as I walked. I was looking for someone specific. I had to go to the bathroom and somehow came to what I knew was a ladies' room. I went inside. Still very dark, but I heard voices talking. A projector was turned on. There were lots of people sitting and standing facing the wall opposite the stalls, where all the sinks were. Everyone was getting ready to watch a movie or TV show. I walked back out & felt along the wall until I eventually found another ladies' room and went inside. Again more voices. This time I found the light switch & turned on the light. It got very bright and I saw lots of people. Many were sitting in lawn chairs in front of the stalls, others were standing behind those who were seated crowded but not packed into the stalls behind the seated people. Again they were all facing the wall where the sinks were. Again they were all getting ready to watch something from a projector. People yelled at me to turn the light off. As I turned the light off I told them I had to go to the bathroom. Some people cleared out a stall for me, but I could not go with all those people in the room. Even though by that time someone had turned on the projector & everyone had begun watching the show.

I left and continued feeling my way in the dark, abandoning the idea of going to the bathroom and concentrating on finding whoever I was there to meet when I woke up.

The second dream I had the next night was that I was in a park. I had just watched something entertaining. I have no idea what it was but I was there with A & GH and . They both folded the lawn chairs they had been sitting in and gathered up a bunch more stuff. I gathered up a couple things of mine and picked up some umbrellas. One was mine, the rest belonged to A & G. G tried reaching for theirs, but both of their arms were full of stuff. I offered to carry the umbrellas, but I told them I had to get to a ladies room first, then I would meet them at their car to hand off the umbrellas. They agreed. I went to a shelter that was specifically a mens' & ladies' room, just like a rest area.

I went into the ladies' room. There was a row of about a dozen or so stalls. Every one of them had someone in it and there were a few dozen women & children lined up waiting to use the stalls. This was not first in line first to use first available stall like usual, though. People were lined up at each stall and along the wall. I kept walking, rounded a corner and was met with same thing: a dozen + stalls, women & children waiting to use them. I kept walking, went through a door and ended up with the same problem. Rounded another corner, same thing. Except that was the end of line, so to speak.

I turned around and went back through each "room" hoping to find that things had sped along and there was an available stall. No such luck. I did not have to go very badly, hardly at all, so I went outside where jebra was waiting, with arms still loaded with stuff. For a reason I don't know, I was adamant about going to the bathroom rather than wait even though afterwards I was headed to the house of whoever was hosting a party that day & I could wait & more easily use their bathroom. But, somehow, it became a major issue for me.

So, instead, I told jebra there was a line & to let AG know I would be along shortly. He headed towards their car. I went back inside but still far too many women & children waiting to use the toilets.

Finally I just walked up to a stall as a woman exited and asked for some toilet paper. She said there was none left. I went to the next stall, same thing. In the third stall there was a little toilet paper left. The woman next in line started getting angry at the thought I was cutting in line. I grabbed a couple squares of tp and angrily told her that it was utterly ridiculous that it was taking so effing long just to use an effing toilet. I lied & said I had to go too frigging badly to wait & that I was just going to pee in a frigging corner of the frigging bathroom & I did not care what anyone thought.

Thankfully I woke up just then. And went to the bathroom even though I did not have to go very badly. sheesh.

Lost in an Airport, Being in a Hospital and Vampires

1. I dreamed I was in California trying to get back to Michigan and I was driving around in my own car inside an airport trying to find the parking lot. I was supposed to park and catch a plane back. I was in very large rooms, semi dark with darkish carpeting. Some rooms had no windows, some had windows that were very high near the ceilings. I kept coming to wooden gates, the kind that are at the tollbooths in Illinois. Only these did not have shelters per se. They were just the wooden arms that were down and there was no visible means of making them go up to let me pass. I was suddenly following another smaller car. The smaller car made it around an arm, but my car was too large. Also, every so often I would see security guards or police officers walking around. I finally stopped my car, turned off the engine, got out & started walking. There were more security guards/police officers. I started towards a couple to ask where the parking lot was, but they turned and walked away from me and I could not catch up to them.

I finally approached a set of doors & went in & found myself on an elevator. The doors opened and I found myself on a roof parking lot. I walked through the parking lot and was getting frustrated and tired while making my way towards a wall. I went around the corner and found several sets of glass, mirrored doors. I went in a door and was back inside the airport. I attempted to find my car while trying to remember where the parking lot was. I was back in one of the rooms I had driven through at least a couple times previously. I walked to the back of the room passing several people and more security guards/police officers and headed towards several escalators. I got to them & discovered they all came from what I thought was a floor above. I wanted to get to that upper level. Only 1 escalator worked, but I was too tired to try climbing it while it went down to the floor I was on. The others did not work, but they had a wooden arm across indicating I could not use them. The only other thing that worked that went up to the floor I wanted to get to was more like an inclining conveyor belt. I got on. Just as it got to the top, I realized it went no where but back down to the floor, and it sped way up at that point so I had no time to turn around and try to run back down the way I came. Instead I plunged down to the floor. There was about a 2 foot space between the conveyor/escalator and a wall. I was completely stuck. I thought about yelling for help hoping someone would hear me when, thankfully, I woke up.

2. Another dream I had, I went to a hospital to see someone who was there as a patient. I was in a separate room sitting on a bed and a nurse was taking blood from me. She said that as soon as we were finished I could go back & visit the person I was originally there to see. It was the third or fourth time during my visit that blood was taken from me. They kept testing it for something.

Then I had to go to change into my scrubs and go to work. I only had my scrubs pants on when someone came into my room and told me that everyone had to be evacuated to the basement. I walked with several other people to an elevator. The elevator filled with people. I tried to squeeze on, but decided I'd rather wait. Someone asked if it was safe in the basement. I looked at the speaker and saw it was Carol W. Her face had broken out in a pink rash. I asked her if she realized it, if her face hurt or itched. No she said. There was a mirror nearby that she looked into. She had no idea what it was. A nurse had just walked up with some patients to take to the basement on the elevator when it got back. I grabbed C by the arm and pulled her to the nurse & drew her attention to the rash. The nurse began escorting her to a room and I started following when I woke up.

3. This dream I blame on trying to watch a badly edited R to PG From Dusk Til Dawn. I did not watch the whole movie because it was a) edited so badly the audio was slightly off and/or b) the movie is 13 years old anyway. It was almost like watching a TV episode of anything that someone recorded from TV & uploaded to youtube using a bad audio/video software program or something. Sometimes the audio is off just enough to almost like a Bruce Lee movie made in China & dubbed in English.

I dreamed I was battling vampires. Not much detail. I woke up while fighting off one that was about to try taking a chunk out of my neck.

Extraterrestrial Terrorists

I had a dream that I was a substitute elementary school teacher, 4th grade or below. I had bought a large plastic interactive help kids learn to draw thing. I had put it in the teacher’s locked desk drawer, but the next morning it had disappeared. A teacher in the next room was bringing her kids over to watch. I asked her if she had seen anyone in the room the previous day or early that morning. She had not. I went to every classroom looking in windows if they had one, barging into those that didn't. I was on the other end of the school and hoping the kids in "my" class were not getting too rowdy while I peeked into a room and saw a teacher showing her kids the same drawing “toy”. I ran in & grabbed it, telling her it was mine. She said it wasn't & told me she had just bought one and pointed to the receipt on the desk. I put down the toy & picked up the receipt. I looked at it and wondered if either it was mine & she had taken that, too, or she had printed her own. I doubted it and apologized explaining what had happened.

Suddenly we heard over the school's PA a news report that there was a rumor that alien terrorists may be getting ready to destroy Earth and everyone had to evacuate to the moon.

I was suddenly at a NASA like place in Illinois waiting in line to get on a rocket ship. Standing behind me were min8ive, J. & their son B. B was allowed onto the first rocket, but min8ive & J were told they had to get on the second one. B was not allowed to automatically get on the second one. A couple getting on the first offered to switch.

I embarked along with M & T B, L & J & their 2 kids, JB & several others. On the way there, M pointed out that perhaps the old ratty t-shirt I was wearing might not be the best to have gone to the moon in. I realized I could have been wearing a nicer, newer one and commented that now I am worried that I could have picked a nicer t-shirt in which to die.

Then I noticed John's brother Chris B sitting next to him. He was just sitting motionless with his hands clasped together staring blankly at the floor. I told him how sorry I was to have heard he passed away (he really did, of leukemia). He did not say anything or move a single muscle. I thought about how it was probably inappropriate for me to care what T-shirt I was wearing at that point.

We got to the moon & the second rocket ship was on it’s way when we got news that it was a false rumor & it was ok to go back. Our rocket ship had taken off from the moon when it was discovered they left behind 3 people who had gotten off to walk on the moon. The rocket orbited the moon while the three people space walked back and the rest of us looked out windows and watched.

The three people made it safely back in & we returned to Earth. The rocket landed at S W’s house (even thought I have no idea what it looks like). Everyone else left quickly. Steve was in his kitchen looking at a piece of mail he had retrieved from his mail box & was a bit upset over it’s contents: a credit card statement saying he had charged a lot more than he apparently thought.

M & I were inside trying to make our way to the front door so we could leave, but she spotted a copy of the extended version of the Lord of the Rings book lying in a stack of books on a side table. I told her we should really get out of the there, but she picked it up. I quietly commented that I had the same book in a storage container. Suddenly we heard music over another PA system: the song Eagles Fly by Sammy Hagar (see below). She flipped through the book looking for the song lyrics but in the center of the book, the pages were stiffer. I told her they were photos of filming the movies. Then Terry B walked in the front door & gave us both “Why are you still here looks”. I told him we were just leaving and pretty much grabbed the back of M's shirt collar & dragged her out the front door.

And I woke up.

Cigars and More Zombies

Last night I dreamed I was riding on someone else's motorcycle. He dropped me off in a parking lot at the back of a strip of only a few stores. It was very crowded. I walked in the back door of one of the stores intending to buy a cigar. Yeah, I don't either. The store was too crowded so I walked back out & went to the one next door. That, too was crowded but I continued in anyway because I thought I really wanted a cigar. I have smoked a cigar maybe 2 or 3 times in my life, but only that was offered to me so I know nothing about buying them.

The store manager saw me & asked me if he could assist me. I told I wanted to buy a cigar. He pointed to my right where, along the wall was a dark gray metal shelving unit upon which were lots of different cigars. I just wanted to buy something cheap because I could not afford to buy an expensive one. I looked them over. He asked me if I really wanted to buy a cigar. I thought about it for a couple minutes and decided I did not. I wanted to buy a newspaper. To the left of the cigar shelves were dark gray metal newspaper shelves. I looked at the neat stacks of newspaper, but they were not labeled like they are in, say a Borders book store so I was not quite sure which I wanted. I started to pull the top paper down from each stack to see what they were but gave up altogether because more & more people were coming into the store. I told the manager I changed my mind and walked out the front door where motorcycle guy was waiting for me.

We rode to someone's house where he again dropped me off at the back door. I went inside and encountered another person. Not sure if it was male or female but he/she was in his/her 20's and he/she told me he/she was waiting for his/her father to get home. We made our way to the front of the house where the father had pulled up in the driveway and was getting out of the car. He came towards the door and noticed his eyes were all blood-shot and glazed over and half his face was decomposing. I knew immediately he was a zombie. I slammed the door and told the kid his/her father was a zombie & to not get near him. We went out a side window onto a porch deck where my motorcycle driver and a friend of his on another motorcycle were waiting. I jumped on the motorcycle behind my friend while pushing the other person towards the other motorcycle and yelled for the person to get on. The person kept wanting to go to his/her father, who was quickly coming towards us. I again explained to the kid that the father could not get anywhere near us or we could end up becoming zombies. The motorcycle drivers had to find a way to turn around on the somewhat narrow deck when I woke up.

Mascara and Pretending to be a Zombie

Last night I had a dream that I was in on a joke being played on another person. It was morning and I had gotten up and was to go outside and walk to a pre-specified location where someone was waiting. First, I had to put mascara on my eyelashes. For reasons I was not quite sure of, it was before showering or at the very least washing my face. As I put the mascara on, my lashes grew by at least an inch and there was very little clumping. I was impressed by it. I then walked to a parking lot. There were 2 people sitting in a black SUV. About a dozen other people approached the driver’s side of the vehicle. On the passenger side of the vehicle was a grassy median with trees. It’s not significant as far as I know. I’m just including as much detail as I remember.

First, someone standing nearby interviewed me about the mascara. I was asked what I thought about it. I told the person I liked it in that it certainly made my lashes a lot longer than they are but that I did not like that I would have to use makeup remover to get it back off. If it were the kind that did not require remover, however, it would undoubtedly be all over my cheeks already.

After the interview was time for the prank. Each one of us walked up to the driver in the SUV, he pointed something at us & we each pretended to become zombies. Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t recall seeing flix or mascara ads lately, so why I dreamed about either…*shrugs* There was one person there who was supposed to believe we really had become zombies.

Then we each zombie-walked back to our houses. My “house” was the house up north where my uncle & his sister live. I was in his sister’s bedroom, but it was the room it used to be before she converted it and it was much larger. There was a lot of stuff in the room, some seemed to be gift-wrapped presents. I was digging around the stuff looking for something. I think it was clothes in order to take a shower. Then I was in the bathroom trying to clean the mascara off my lashes. I got a small square piece of gauze, took a bottle of make-up remover, put some on the gauze and proceeded to wipe it off my lashes. My lashes got smaller again as the mascara came off. I intended to put it back on after my shower.

Then the dream changed. The person on whom the zombie prank was being played had come over. I started pretending I was a zombie, but he got hip to it and asked me why we were doing it. I started telling him, but I don’t remember the actual reason. Then I woke up.