I always used to complain that I couldn't remember my dreams. It seemed the only time I could, I was either very sick (and your dreams are always REALLY messed up when you're sick) or I had gotten to sleep in for like, 14 hrs on a weekend...and that doesn't happen all that often.
Well, the past month or so its almost ridiculous the number of dreams I've remembered...and they are all odd. Even though they all have plots that are quite different, they have common elements. So I started reading in the dream dictionaries online (I think I may have already mentioned this), and these dreams for the most part are reflecting the events in my life:
-my desire to move away from Dayton and start something new
-my undecidedness about certain events in my life
-my being hung up on certain topics
-my inability to control many of these things above
And then there are the "sex" dreams. No, I'm not neccessarily having sex in all of them (but who knows what would have happened if I had slept for five more minutes...) but they are all pretty racy. There have been four of them. There have been three different guys...and its funny. They are all guys that I have some sort of story with. But one is very much so in the past, one in the present, and one is drifting back and forth across the line. So what does that mean? The dream dictionary thinks I need to get some.
I think I'll fail to mention who has had more than one of the dreams...if people can figure out who's who, I don't want anyone getting jealous.
27 February 2006
22 February 2006
Rainstorm in the Kitchen
I'm pretty darn tired today. And the reason for my sleepiness started at 2:30am...
My roommate comes in my room. I'd kind of heard her up and moving around, but I was still mostly asleep and thought that maybe it was already morning time. She sounds very worked-up and says, "Where is the phone number for emergency maintenence?". Oh no. THIS is going to be a lot of fun. So I'm still half asleep, but I tell her where it is and I lay there as she leaves the room trying to find my bearings. I listen very closely, and it sounds like its raining. But I know its much too cold outside for it to be raining. What is that noise? I get out of bed to investigate, and as I'm walking past her room I notice towels all over the floor, but I don't stop because she is downstairs and that's where I hear the "rain". As I come to the bottom of the stairs and round the corner to the kitchen I see that it is, in fact, raining in our kitchen. Water is pouring out of the light fixtures in the ceiling (by the way, she has turned the lights on while this is happening). So we decide that maybe those lights shouldn't be on. At this point the shut off valve to the toilet has been turned off, so the rain begins to subside. Then we spend the next 30-45 mins sopping water off the floor.
During this sopping time, I learn some facts about the situation...
The roommate got up and used the restroom around 1am, then went back to bed. Around 1:30am, she hears a funny noise and gets up to investigate. I guess I use the term "investigate" loosely because she just went and stood outside her bathroom door to listen to the noise. She didn't turn on the light; she didn't enter the bathroom. Her analysis was that it sounded like there was something in the vent. (NO sh*t, Sherlock, that'd be gallons of water pouring into our ventilation system.) After deciding it was just some weird noise in the vent, she went back to bed. 2:15am rolls around, and now there is a new noise (I guess this is the point when it started raining in the kitchen). She gets back up and goes to stand outside the bathroom and listen again, but this time, she steps into wet carpet. NOW she thinks to turn on the light. Oh crap! Now the water gets shut off, and this is when I enter the picture.
Emergency maintenence is called, and the guy is a complete waste of space. First of all, and I know the average person is too stupid to know to do this, he asks if we've turned off the valve to the toilet. After we say yes, he then asks where all the water has gone. Well, Numbnut, it was raining in our kitchen, so pretty much everywhere. He says that since we've turned off the water and soaked up most of the water on the floor, there's not much he can do right then, so he'll be out first thing in the morning.
8:30am rolls around, and Numbnut shows up at the door. Now, the roommate had decided to put the hose back into the toilet at 2:30am, so when the guy shows up, he looks at it and says, "It looks okay to me". I don't think he even touched it. Then we are asking about having the carpet pulled up outside the bathroom. "Oh, I'm sure if they (the normal maintenence people) suck that up with a wetvac it'll be fine, but I don't do that". MORON.
Hopefully our kitchen ceiling doesn't collapse.
My roommate comes in my room. I'd kind of heard her up and moving around, but I was still mostly asleep and thought that maybe it was already morning time. She sounds very worked-up and says, "Where is the phone number for emergency maintenence?". Oh no. THIS is going to be a lot of fun. So I'm still half asleep, but I tell her where it is and I lay there as she leaves the room trying to find my bearings. I listen very closely, and it sounds like its raining. But I know its much too cold outside for it to be raining. What is that noise? I get out of bed to investigate, and as I'm walking past her room I notice towels all over the floor, but I don't stop because she is downstairs and that's where I hear the "rain". As I come to the bottom of the stairs and round the corner to the kitchen I see that it is, in fact, raining in our kitchen. Water is pouring out of the light fixtures in the ceiling (by the way, she has turned the lights on while this is happening). So we decide that maybe those lights shouldn't be on. At this point the shut off valve to the toilet has been turned off, so the rain begins to subside. Then we spend the next 30-45 mins sopping water off the floor.
During this sopping time, I learn some facts about the situation...
The roommate got up and used the restroom around 1am, then went back to bed. Around 1:30am, she hears a funny noise and gets up to investigate. I guess I use the term "investigate" loosely because she just went and stood outside her bathroom door to listen to the noise. She didn't turn on the light; she didn't enter the bathroom. Her analysis was that it sounded like there was something in the vent. (NO sh*t, Sherlock, that'd be gallons of water pouring into our ventilation system.) After deciding it was just some weird noise in the vent, she went back to bed. 2:15am rolls around, and now there is a new noise (I guess this is the point when it started raining in the kitchen). She gets back up and goes to stand outside the bathroom and listen again, but this time, she steps into wet carpet. NOW she thinks to turn on the light. Oh crap! Now the water gets shut off, and this is when I enter the picture.
Emergency maintenence is called, and the guy is a complete waste of space. First of all, and I know the average person is too stupid to know to do this, he asks if we've turned off the valve to the toilet. After we say yes, he then asks where all the water has gone. Well, Numbnut, it was raining in our kitchen, so pretty much everywhere. He says that since we've turned off the water and soaked up most of the water on the floor, there's not much he can do right then, so he'll be out first thing in the morning.
8:30am rolls around, and Numbnut shows up at the door. Now, the roommate had decided to put the hose back into the toilet at 2:30am, so when the guy shows up, he looks at it and says, "It looks okay to me". I don't think he even touched it. Then we are asking about having the carpet pulled up outside the bathroom. "Oh, I'm sure if they (the normal maintenence people) suck that up with a wetvac it'll be fine, but I don't do that". MORON.
Hopefully our kitchen ceiling doesn't collapse.
13 February 2006
Another Odd Dream
So, I overslept this morning, and in the process had another weird dream.
This time, I was staying at someone else's house. It was a house full of boys, and it seemed like campus housing, but it was right on the beach. It acted like the ocean, but it was only about as wide as a big river, kinda like the Mississippi down near Memphis. Anyway, I'd been in this house before. Apparently I'd known the people who had lived there previously, and had spent a good deal of my nights sleeping there. Now the current residents were the junior MEEs that I know through ASME. One minute I'd be staying in some random downstairs room that was packed to the brim with furniture-they had been stealing and hording during a crisis-and the next minute I was staying in one of their rooms, alone. I get up and go to the beach the next day, and a girl I knew my freshman year that I didn't even know that well was there, and we were letting the waves carry us out into the ocean. I was telling her the best way to do this, even though I've never been more than 20ft out into the water. When we were riding this wave back in, it got really big. So big that it was crashing down on the house, and people were scattering. It was this weird mix between a wave being held back by an imaginary wall and a flood...you could still move around outside without being in water, but the bottom level of the house was flooding.
My main concern during this whole flood/tsunami-ish occurence was that I had laundry in the upstairs of the house and I really needed to get to it, fold it, and take it with me so I would have clothes to wear. Seriously, how boring am I?
"Oh no! I need to save my laundry from the flood!"
So I go back into the house to save my laundry, but I can't find my way around. I keep getting so frustrated because I don't know where I'm going, but I know that I should be familiar with my surroundings. I have been in this house a million times, why can't I find the bathroom where all my clothes are?
I finally found them and began folding. This house is being swallowed up by a flood, and I'm folding my laundry as the water is coming up around my ankles. As soon as I got the clothes all folded, I was able to gather them up, go down the stairs, and leave without getting wet, and escape before the wave really crashed down on everything.
Odd, isn't it?
This time, I was staying at someone else's house. It was a house full of boys, and it seemed like campus housing, but it was right on the beach. It acted like the ocean, but it was only about as wide as a big river, kinda like the Mississippi down near Memphis. Anyway, I'd been in this house before. Apparently I'd known the people who had lived there previously, and had spent a good deal of my nights sleeping there. Now the current residents were the junior MEEs that I know through ASME. One minute I'd be staying in some random downstairs room that was packed to the brim with furniture-they had been stealing and hording during a crisis-and the next minute I was staying in one of their rooms, alone. I get up and go to the beach the next day, and a girl I knew my freshman year that I didn't even know that well was there, and we were letting the waves carry us out into the ocean. I was telling her the best way to do this, even though I've never been more than 20ft out into the water. When we were riding this wave back in, it got really big. So big that it was crashing down on the house, and people were scattering. It was this weird mix between a wave being held back by an imaginary wall and a flood...you could still move around outside without being in water, but the bottom level of the house was flooding.
My main concern during this whole flood/tsunami-ish occurence was that I had laundry in the upstairs of the house and I really needed to get to it, fold it, and take it with me so I would have clothes to wear. Seriously, how boring am I?
"Oh no! I need to save my laundry from the flood!"
So I go back into the house to save my laundry, but I can't find my way around. I keep getting so frustrated because I don't know where I'm going, but I know that I should be familiar with my surroundings. I have been in this house a million times, why can't I find the bathroom where all my clothes are?
I finally found them and began folding. This house is being swallowed up by a flood, and I'm folding my laundry as the water is coming up around my ankles. As soon as I got the clothes all folded, I was able to gather them up, go down the stairs, and leave without getting wet, and escape before the wave really crashed down on everything.
Odd, isn't it?
08 February 2006
My Dream
So, last night I was actually asleep long enough to remember my dream.
It was a really odd one, in which my family (not my real family, but in my dream they were) and I were traveling around in a really decked out RV that was as big as a double-wide trailer. (Come on, ask me why I know how big a double-wide is from the inside, you know you want to...) Anyway, we kept traveling, but every time we stopped we were in the same place...it was this weird cross between a school, shopping mall, and restaurant, and every time I went in I was looking for my things...I didn't want to leave anything behind when we left. I found a backpack of mine (from the year before?) that I had abandoned, and I kept losing my bags in the shopping mall. Towards the end it seemed more like a race to get all of my things before we had to shove off.
Then the very end of the dream, I was back home (not my real home, but in my dream it was) and lying in bed. I heard people outside and they were playing volleyball-I realized you were one of them. Next thing I knew you were in my bed, cuddling with me, letting me put my cold feet against your legs to warm them. We were talking, and it was like the last 5 months melted away.
It was complete contentment, It wasn't bliss, it wasn't excitement-it was that warm feeling you get when you go home and your mom has cooked your favorite meal and baked some of your favorite cookies.
I'm not really sure what it means, but it was nice that we were together at the end of the day.
It was a really odd one, in which my family (not my real family, but in my dream they were) and I were traveling around in a really decked out RV that was as big as a double-wide trailer. (Come on, ask me why I know how big a double-wide is from the inside, you know you want to...) Anyway, we kept traveling, but every time we stopped we were in the same place...it was this weird cross between a school, shopping mall, and restaurant, and every time I went in I was looking for my things...I didn't want to leave anything behind when we left. I found a backpack of mine (from the year before?) that I had abandoned, and I kept losing my bags in the shopping mall. Towards the end it seemed more like a race to get all of my things before we had to shove off.
Then the very end of the dream, I was back home (not my real home, but in my dream it was) and lying in bed. I heard people outside and they were playing volleyball-I realized you were one of them. Next thing I knew you were in my bed, cuddling with me, letting me put my cold feet against your legs to warm them. We were talking, and it was like the last 5 months melted away.
It was complete contentment, It wasn't bliss, it wasn't excitement-it was that warm feeling you get when you go home and your mom has cooked your favorite meal and baked some of your favorite cookies.
I'm not really sure what it means, but it was nice that we were together at the end of the day.
07 February 2006
What?
Okay, I don't get it. Did someone stick a sign on my back that says, "I want to be a wife and mom, yesterday!"?
I am not obsessed with getting married and having kids. I'm not. Just because I describe the dating scene in Dayton as being equivalent to the Sahara for a 23-yr old female does not mean I'm obsessed. Its true, I'm a worrier. I sometimes worry that I'm going to be in school for so long that no man in his right mind would marry me and have kids with me...but aren't those normal female psychotic rantings? I also worry that guys are intimidated by me...you know, what with all my book-learnin' and such.
Over the last three months I have had three male friends tell me in not so many words (well, one of them in these exact words) that my biological clock was ticking so loudly it was disturbing his peace. I personally don't understand what is wrong with knowing that I definitely want to have kids, one day in the future. Besides, if I were so concerned about the whole marriage and children thing, then why didn't I stay with the guy who told me he wanted to marry me? And why don't I accept every date offer I get? A desperate woman would be doing the things in the two preceding questions. I'm merely questioning whether I'm going about my life in the proper manner. But as you see when it comes down to the wire I don't stay with someone just to get married and I don't accept every date offer...so see? I can't be obsessed with the idea.
Quizas estoy una poquita preocupada, pero no estoy obsesionada.
I guess if you want me to stop talking about it you should just find me my perfect mate so I can get married... ;)
I am not obsessed with getting married and having kids. I'm not. Just because I describe the dating scene in Dayton as being equivalent to the Sahara for a 23-yr old female does not mean I'm obsessed. Its true, I'm a worrier. I sometimes worry that I'm going to be in school for so long that no man in his right mind would marry me and have kids with me...but aren't those normal female psychotic rantings? I also worry that guys are intimidated by me...you know, what with all my book-learnin' and such.
Over the last three months I have had three male friends tell me in not so many words (well, one of them in these exact words) that my biological clock was ticking so loudly it was disturbing his peace. I personally don't understand what is wrong with knowing that I definitely want to have kids, one day in the future. Besides, if I were so concerned about the whole marriage and children thing, then why didn't I stay with the guy who told me he wanted to marry me? And why don't I accept every date offer I get? A desperate woman would be doing the things in the two preceding questions. I'm merely questioning whether I'm going about my life in the proper manner. But as you see when it comes down to the wire I don't stay with someone just to get married and I don't accept every date offer...so see? I can't be obsessed with the idea.
Quizas estoy una poquita preocupada, pero no estoy obsesionada.
I guess if you want me to stop talking about it you should just find me my perfect mate so I can get married... ;)
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