My dream last night was pretty weird in that while story happened, it was mostly moving colors and sensation. Like, aurora borealis style lights and colors, the feeling of cool mist as I flew through it, and same such things. I know other things DID happen, but the majority of what I remember are things like that. It was weird, but I was so in child-like awe and glee.

Best dream I've had in a long time ^_^

This morning I had a dream about LJ.

No. Really. It was a post about a dream in my dream, wherein there were sexy times, and I then dreamt I was replying to replies.

I need to get out of the house more.

Speaking of teeth related dreams, last night it was all about fixing my teeth. See, one of my bottom front teeth juts out (despite the years of braces I had, it's back to that) so in this dream I managed to push it back. It felt really weird, but I was happy.

That is literally everything I remember from the dream.

I had a dream last night that I was in my old band Apropos again, but this time there was a blond dude who was actually going to join the band (IRL) before Eric and I decided to move back to CA. Well, since he was there that meant I was free to just do vocals, which is what I've always wanted to do.

Only I broke out my front teeth with the mic. Like, everything was bloody. And as the dream went on more teeth fell out. I was performing and going apeshit, it was at a show that started in a club and somehow turned into an outdoor show at a mall. It was really fun, and even though I was spitting blood and teeth I wouldn't stop.

Freud might want to take a look at this one.

Had a dream where Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs was filming an episode in France, and fell in love with this blonde-dreaded dirty as all fuck guy who was from 'South Texas, living in blahblah, France.' He had an interesting accent. And he also could never get clean, and was constantly taking showers.

Naked. With Mike Rowe. It was waaaaay hot.

And later in the dream they had Mike lowered in this pit, but there were alligators-fish everywhere, so to complete the job they had to send down the Texan-French dude who, at this point, was a snake. A big bright green tree snake (only huge). I guess it was a one-way trip, and Mike was super upset. He made out with the snake in front of the camera crew, before lowering it into the water.

Later in the dream I was testing guns.

It was weird.

I had a dream last night that I fucked the hell out of Henry Rollins.



It was full of win and awesome. For some reason I was at a warehouse, he was working pretending to not be Henry Rollins but I totally inferred that I knew who he was. When he admitted it, I acted surprised and then he was just wearing a towel, and that didn't last long. From that point, it was a good round of flip floppin'.

It was a good dream.

Dream time! Ooooh, I love weird dreams!

The first thing I recall-- mind, the dream was going on long before this, but I can't remember it-- is I'm running down a stone hall and into a temple of sorts. There is a fire burning on the far wall in a stone pire, and there's three statues of sorts. They're three logs, each painted and flecked with gold, two laid on the bottom, and one held over it with something else. I can't describe it, I don't know the right terms, haha.

I run in there and there are three people in there, these Gods who have been chasing me. Actually, one of them is the God and the other two are extensions of said God. Each God constantly changes appearance, age, race, sex, and voice.

The two extension Gods stay youthful each time they change-- never getting older than, say, sixteen I guess-- and one is always male, the other female, though they keep changing. The main God can get way old-- probably into their seventies or eighties-- and as young as five, I'd say. But the main way you could tell the main God was the one was because he carried this weapon that changed with him, though remained mostly the same. It was a golden half-spear, half-hand axe, that's handle would change length with their age. When they were younger the handle was shorter, and the God was more aggressive and in my face. When they were older it was a long staff, and they'd stand back and taunt me.

I kept dodging and weaving away from the Gods, and climbed through, under, and over each of the things in the middle of the room. It was a pretty awful game of cat and mouse.

All the while the gods kept shouting things like "What do you call your God? Yaweh? Allah? Thor? Kali?" and a bunch of other names I can't remember. I got filled with a lot of anxiety.

There was a way through if I could get through the fire on the other end, but the main God kept blocking that way. I couldn't go back through the hall I came in, either, because I knew I'd be trapped forever.

After a time one of the Gods, at the time she was a young black girl, realized that they were going about things all wrong and they decided to try being nicey nice with me. The last image I remember seeing is them coming at me, I'm backed into a corner and they're completely surrounding me. I remember I was looking at the fire, knowing I couldn't make it out now.

That's all I remember, though I know there's more to the dream. That's all that sticks out.


I also had a dream the other night I mean to write about that was one of those "What if..." sort of dreams. What if instead of my mom, my dad got taken custody of Carissa and I. In short, it was extremely depressing-- in the dream, my mom had killed herself when I was really young (she already had severe depression growing up), Carissa killed herself when she was a teen (which she actually tried doing several times, anyhow) because apparently my dad had molested her. Dad was the same as he was, though he was an engineer. We never talked, Robyn didn't exist, he never met my stepmom, and altogether I was completely unhappy and alone. one of the more depressing dreams I've had.

Had two really intense dreams last night. The first was an apocalyptic dream where I was watching this family of three (woman, man [who was Adam Baldwin from Firefly and Chuck], and this kid who was sometimes a girl and sometimes a boy) try and survive everything being on fire, their own suicide attempts, firey sludge, among other things. At one point the mom died while she was asleep, and I saw the dream she was having. I actually cried myself awake, it was so intense.

The second one I was living at the house I grew up in Sylmar-- my mom, little sister, and I all had just moved back there-- and this girl came knocking on our door way late at night (mind you, I was standing at the door trying to fix the knob because it wouldn't lock) and simply announced "Well, just so you know, I'm having a party in your garage." The rest of the dream was filled with me trying to get everybody out, being really pissed 'cause people were trashing our house, everyone being dicks, and trying to call the cops. All the while my mom is doing the same, my cat has disappeared and I'm looking for him and expecting the worst, and Robyn is going around trying to be friends with everyone.

Oh yeah, and before the second dream got to the party thing there was this whole thing about Stan Lee.

I had a dream where I was visiting two daddy-bear porn stars-- obviously in the midst of fucking when I was there-- when there was a knock on the door. It turned out it was Christian Bale and the guy who played Superman. A huge chase/battle ensued, and I'm still not sure what the fuck was going on.

I'm not even into Christian Bale and that other guy.

So I've been having dreams the past few nights that are on the disturbing side.

In the dream, I'm always on the way to work when someone either stops me or I smell something awful. In the bushes on the Pearl side of store, where there's a bunch of bushes on a hill-- or sometimes there's a wall in my dream-- there's the very decomposed body of a little girl. There's also a bicycle seat there, for some reason.

Each dream I get a little more info about her. Like that she's five, that she was black, and she was wearing something pink. Beyond that I dunno. Also, every time there's a few inches of snow on the ground as well.

I'm really hoping this isn't prophetic, but I've been having it over and over. I don't think it's possible for a body to be right where I keep finding it-- considering there's a heavily used bus stop right there, among other things. But I keep dreaming it, so either way it's disturbing.

Sometimes I have dreams that just bug me. Sometimes I talk about them, most times I let them go. I had one of those dreams last night, and while it was one of my more mundane dreams (erm, sorta) it's just stuck in my head. I'll regale you with a spotty recalling, post-busy day.

I was in a house. It was a house I was renting with my roommate Eric, and some girl who I don't even know if she exists (no big). The first thing I remember is that they go outside to use the bathroom, which was around the corner and only accessible outside. Right as they walked out a storm started brewing.

The house was rather large. A dim, two-story very lived-in house (yellow walls). I freaked out after a bit seeing that the storm was getting so bad they wouldn't be able to make it back. I opened the back sliding-glass door to go around the side, but was met by a group of cyclones.

They were weird, perfect, small, and loud. All bunched together. Moreover, the one in the very front had two energy balls orbiting around the center, a red and a blue one, on the same level and passed through each other to continue their orbits. The one just to its left had a similar blue ball, but just the one. The rest were plain, if not foreboding.

I stared for a moment before closing the door and turning to go upstairs. Walking through the living room was a feat, seeing as how it was now raining indoors. Cold, clammy rain. Kinda gross. I managed to get to the stairs and climb up into what I guess is my room. It was littered with garbage everywhere, but it was totally dry. I remember making some remark about the lack of rain.

I even looked outside and remarked on how sunny it was. Then I woke up.

It seems like a whatever bizarre dream, but it is IRKING me. All day I haven't been able to stop thinking on it.

In other news, I'm watching the anime Bleach for the first time. WHAT THE HELL is going on?! I don't know if I can possibly like it just by what I've seen. Also, I did my taxes. Hopefully I get back what I saw I ought to-- I always freak out that I've done something wrong, and usually I haven't ('cept on my state tax last year).

Lastly, I have strained a muscle in my leg super bad. Anybody who's read this far have any advice? I keep pulling it over and over and it's super painful.

I had a dream that I was in the subway with Barack and Michelle Obama, just kinda walking around, when someone came out and shot at us. Michelle Obama got hit and killed. God, I hope that isn't a prophetic dream.

I had a dream that I puked up a dead baby while floating in a lake covered with pot leaves, a decaying dog on the shore blocking me from getting up.

TAKE THAT, FREUD, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!

I'm taking a quick break from writing music/lyrics to talk about something that's been creeping into mind for on near a year or two now, I'd say. I dare say it's probably one of my biggest secrets, considering I've only ever told one person this (Eric) and only very recently.

( Oooh, I bet it's juicy! )

I had a dream that I was playing golf with a blind old black jazz man (actually, they were my white grandma first, who is not blind in real life mind you) first inside a factory of sorts, then out on the streets. It was pretty hardcore. Then we talked about jazz, discovered rather large flowers that were shaped somewhat like human eyes (called Iris' I believe), then came across a ton of abandoned piano's with amazing abstract engravings on them.

It was actually pretty awesome.

Now I'm getting ready to get lost while traveling through Seattle and junk. Wish me luck so I don't spontaneously explode (or so that I find an old jazz man).

I had a dream that I was in a plane crash! I survived, but it was kinda terrifying anyhow. We were actually shot down because we flew into restricted airspace-- despite being a commercial flight. Yeah, so we crashed somewhere that was dark and wet, and most everyone survived.

Also, today is the first time in several weeks I was able to sleep in past 8 AM!

Coincidence?

So considering the relationship dreams I've been having and all that, I decided I'd have a little fun and ask my dear friend Gabby (kippurbird) to do a tarot reading for me to tell me all about my luuurve life (which is, at current, for naught). It's actually a very coherent and interesting reading! And I think I can say that this is one of the readings I've had in years that didn't involve The Tower card. Horray for optimism!

( Cards of destiny! Sorta. )

Last night (read: this morning, fifteen minutes ago) I woke up from my first Tacoma based dream. It was also the third dream I can recall that was relationship/dating based, and I'm getting kinda wtf.

A while ago I had a YU+ME:dream style dream where the whole thing was centered around me dating a guy, being very happy and cuddly and crap. In it Eric was dating a thin Asian girl (I think Korean), and Nate and Ash were all lovey dovey too. It was cute, and I remember being very happy in it. But when I tried telling anyone about anything that happened I couldn't remember specifics. When I tried telling people what the guy-- or the girl Eric was dating-- looked like, I couldn't remember anything. It actually really started to bug me. I got over it, though.

Yesterday I had a dream that was a bit weirder. I was dating Aaron, Ashleigh's ex who we used to be in a band with. We went to a fast food place (there was more before this, but remember it's a dream so I forgot most of that) and while in line there he started biting on my shoulder, but instead of being Aaron it was my ex Zeke. We were talking and he kept gnawing on me until I was stopped and realized "Wait, I don't even like you anymore."

After that he stopped gnawing, and though he didn't leave just wasn't a factor anymore. I noticed this other guy walking around the kitchen-- which seeing as how the fast food place was now a house it made slightly more sense-- and he wasn't entirely my kind of guy but I wanted him anyway. I remember he had this weird square shape to his stomach hair, too. I never did manage to meet the guy, though.

Now this morning's dream... this one was pretty damned specific.

I had taken the bus elsewhere in town-- the number 10-- to do... something. I had a real reason to go, and now I forget why. Doesn't matter because all the stores seemed to be closed anyhow. So I went to a bus stop across the street that had a bunch of folk standing there. I had my board with me so I was skating around a bit at the stop, and noticed this one guy keep making eyes at me.

Dude was taall, thick and pretty cute. Blonde, unkempt scruffy, gauged ears, and I think he was wearing a yellow shirt or something.

The bus came and I realized that, my god, it's the number 14. I look at the stop sign and realized the 10 doesn't come this way-- only the 14 and 30. So while everybody else is getting on I kinda stand there pretending I'm just waiting for the 30, haha. He's about to step on when he looks at me from the corner of his eyes and gets out of line.

"Mind if I, uh, wait here with you?" It was actually cute, I'll admit. He was trying to be sly but he was obviously feeling awkward.

I tell him it's okay and we start talking. Awkward conversation about nothing in general. He mentions that I look like I've never ridden a board before 'cause I'm being such shit at the moment, and I remember realizing at that moment "Well, it's because I haven't touched a skateboard since I moved to Washington, since I left it down in LA." and the board doesn't become a factor anymore. I actually remember a bizzaro dream transition for once. Weird, isn't it?

Eventually we start walking around, I think because I admit I'm lost as hell, and we wind up at a mall type place. At some point I have my hand in my hair for some reason when my shoulder spazzms. He asks what that was about and I reply,

"My arm does that whenever one of my profiles updates."

"Profiles?"

"You know, like... Livejournal, Myspace, DList, OKCupid..."

His eyes lit up at DList-- which is a gay social site (just myspace-side of the whole hook-up site thing which I hate)-- and that's when he knew he could start pushing it. I don't remember exactly what he said but it was definitely him trying to get me in the sack with him, without sounding overtly perverted.

I wish I could tell you I reacted either a) good and reciprocated, turning my dream into a sexy-time one or b) in any way that involved the dream progressing. But alas, no, because IN MY DREAM I started thinking to myself "I totally have to write about this in livejournal." That knocked everything off track and I started to wake up. Not to mention Eric's alarm started going off around this point, so... yeah.

So yeah, relationship dreams-- even in those I'm not getting any. I wonder what it means-- I used to have a ton of prophetic dreams when I was younger, but not so much anymore. Eric sure as hell hopes this is one of those, 'cause he wants an Asian chick like wo, haha.

In other news, I keep finding more and more gray (read: stark white) hairs in my head. I'm sadfaced. I hate genetics.