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Tree Book Shelf

I love this tree bookshelf. It reminds me of the Giving Tree. Someday, I think I need this… when I’m rich and can afford to pay $850 for a bookshelf.

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(Dream) Teeth

I had a dream last night that I was losing teeth. Like when I was a kid, they would get loose and fall out. They could easily be described as “creepily tiny teeth”–which was a line from a poem that a guy in my poetry class wrote last week. In addition to that, the teeth looked just like the teeth that Toby had to have pulled last Monday when he had his teeth cleaned at the vet.

Here’s what www.thecuriousdreamer.com says about it:

losing teeth

A dream about losing teeth, or discovering missing teeth, can indicate a feeling or a fear that something has caused you to lose a healthy balance within your physical body or within your mental state or life.

If this is indeed the meaning of my dream, I’m going to go with SVSU being the culprit. Probably Dow too.

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(Dream) Where’s My Money?

Ashley and I were driving to school. I don’t know where we were driving from, but it was not a way I had ever gone before. As Ashley drove, I looked at our school schedules, only to realize that she didn’t even have class that day and I had two classes back-to-back.

“There’s enough time that you could go home after you drop me off and pick me up when I’m done,” I said.

“Or find something else to do in the mean time,” she said.

But instead of going to school, we stopped at some little bar/diner thing and went in. There were sofas and tables. It was lounge-esque, but very low class. I asked for a Dr.Pepper and the waitress took out a 2-liter. So, I clarified that I wanted a 20-ounce soda.

“We have those in the machine,” she said.

All I had was a ten and a five, so I handed them to her and asked for change. (Why I handed both, I don’t know.) She handed me back a ten and a one.

“Where’s my other $4?” I asked. She acted all confused. So, I gave her back the $11 and told her to just give me my $15 back. That’s when she started accusing me of trying to short-change her. The head waitress came along and I explain the situation to her and she too accused me of trying to short-change. At this point, I was getting irrate. I had given them $15 and they had given me nothing.

I turned out my jeans pockets and said, “The only thing I have is some change from the vacation we just got back from.” (Previously, I had been dreaming that Ashley, Ed, and I were camping.)

The frizzy-haired waitresses refused to believe me and I ended up dropping the F-bomb, very loudly. I even told them they could search me. When nothing worked, I demanded to see the owner of the establishment.

Someone led me down a hallway and outside into a courtyard where a party seemed to be in progress. I was introduced to the owner, who I could tell was a very wealthy man. He was surrounded by his entourage–and one of them was pretty hot. They were all dressed in black suits, looking very handsome.

I explained the story to the owner, we’ll call him Mr. Gonzalez. He was about my height, but a good fifteen years older than me. (Magically, I was dressed for the party in a little black dress, heels, and a cardigan.) While I was very respectful to Mr. Gonzalez, I was very firm with my statements. And when I caught his second in command–we’ll call him Oscar–searching me on the D.L., I had no problem calling him on it. I felt my cardigan move and I whirled around to find him looking too-confident and damnably hot in a suit that fit him perfectly–there was no way it was off-the-rack.

“If you want to search me, then say so. I already told you, you could.” He smiled, but said nothing–just looked at his boss. I turned back to the boss to finish discussing the issue that had brought me there. “They accused me of trying to short-change them, but I think that’s what they are doing. Either they’re in it together or the entire establishment is.” But at this point, some other people had joined our little group and Mr. Gonzalez’s attention was no longer on me. He was deep in conversation with the newcomers. I waited patiently, but my feet were starting to hurt from the high heels, so I found a chair about twenty feet away, and sat down kicking off my shoes and draping my cardigan over the back of the chair.

It was getting dark now, but there were plenty of lights on and the party was still in full swing. In front of me was a large in-ground pool full of swimmers. There was a diving board on one end and it appeared the swimmers were having a splashing contest. The girl on the diving board did a fantastic job because her splash made it all the way to me. This got a laugh from Oscar (the hot right-hand man) and a wry smile/blush from me. Well, after the splash, I noticed that on the table in front of me was a sewing machine. Why it was out there, I have no idea, but if it kept getting splashed, it was going to get ruined. So, I set about putting it away. I started gathering the pins and scissors and thread and all the rest of the accessories. I found a sewing bag and loaded them in. Then I looked at the plug situation. The ground was wet and there were extension cords all over the place. Someone was sure to get electrocuted.

At that point, I was approached by a black man that looked quite a lot like LL Cool J (we’ll call him Jay), and a small boy, who I guessed to be Mr. Gonzalez’s son. Jay must’ve been head of security because he was dressed in SWAT type clothes instead of a suit. He said that is was quite strange that there were two sewing machines at the party, (I completely concur with that statement) especially since one of them wasn’t opened up. It was just sitting on the table. Sure enough, about 15 feet away, there was a sewing maching, still in its case, sitting on a table. I wasn’t really sure what he was getting at, so I continued to put away the machine I was working on–before it was ruined. I unplugged the cord from the machine–which I deemed the safest way to go about it. However, that’s when I realized there was something wrong with this scene (besides the fact that there was a sewing machine at an outdoor party). The machine was completely set up to sew and all the supplies were there–thread, bobbins, needles, pins, scissors, etc. etc. The problem was that there was nothing to sew. There was no project being worked on. I looked at Jay and that’s when we heard the ticking noise coming from the sewing machine.

“Run!”

Jay ran toward his boss and the Gonzalez boy and I ran in the other direction. When the sewing machine exploded, I was thrown on top of the child, protecting him.

And that’s when I woke up thinking that Mr. Gonzalez owed me a lot more than the $15 his waitresses short-changed me.

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(Dream) The Big Leap

Another dream…

Ed and I were jumping into what I think was supposed to be Lake Superior. The water looked like that of Pictured Rocks. The water was a beautiful bluish-green, even though it was pretty deep. One major difference between these cliffs and those of Pictured Rock is that these cliffs were MUCH higher. I think they were 600 feet tall. Another oddity was that there were chain-link fences every so often between the top of the cliff and the water. So, we’d cut a strip of the fence and use it to swing down to the next one. I don’t know how we did it so fast, but we did and it wasn’t long before we were in the water. I felt the water, but not it’s chill, so perhaps it wasn’t Lake Superior–since that lake is freezing all year long.

Once in the water, I discovered I was wearing a backpack (that I hoped was waterproof) with supplies and Ed had a couple mini surfboard looking things. He handed me one and we started paddling. (I have no idea where we were going, but we were going away from the shore. Speaking of the shore, behind us, maybe a hundred yards away was a beach… so we could’ve hiked down to the beach and entered the water that way, but I guess it would’ve taken WAY longer than just jumping off the cliff. Then suddenly Ashley was with us. And she was complaining that her phone was getting wet and would be ruined.

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(Dream) Journey into the Wastelands

Note: Before I went to bed, I was listening to World War Z… while working on Starry Night.

I think we were in the “north”. It was definitely cold… barren. The scenery reminded me of the movie Reign of Fire, instead of dragons, I think there were zombies, though I never actually saw any. Everything was grey and deadish. The few trees were leafless skeletons, long dead. There were spots of grass, but it too was stiff and dying.

We were in some sort of castle, but it was run-down and not very tall. It was similar to the old fort in Sahara, but it was grey stone and wood (instead of sandstone). There were other people there, but I don’t recall getting a good look at them, so I don’t know who they were or what they looked like–though I imagine they looked much like we did. The man I was with looked a bit like Christian Bale (from Reign of Fire) and thankfully sounded like him too (as opposed to the annoying raspy voice he has in Batman). Since I do not know his name, I’m going to refer to him as Christian. We were both dressed in several layers of raggedy, black/dark grey clothes. He hadn’t shaved in what looked like quite awhile. We were preparing for a journey. I’m not sure where we were going, but we were going to be gone awhile and the trip would be dangerous. We’d be crossing open spaces with little protection from the undead. I carried a backpack full of supplies, as well as a sidearm. My companion carried a rifle and a sidearm. It was mid-morning when we exited the castle walls. One of our people was waiting for us with our transportation. My comrade mounted the dark brown mare and then secured his rifle. He then removed his boot from the stirrup and held his arm out for me. I handed my pack to the stableman, while I climbed up behind Christian. The stableman handed me my pack and shortly we were off, riding across the wasteland for destinations unknown.

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(Dream) Attack of the Ivan Dragos

I don’t know where I was, but I believe I had just exited a small airplane. I don’t know how it came about, but some bad men were rounding everyone up and putting them back on the plane. I hid, along with another woman and then we ran through a jungle… to get away from the men. The plane flew in the same direction we did, and crashed and exploded in front of us. We bolted in another direction, realizing that those men wanted ALL of us dead. So, we ran, they chased us. Suddenly, there were buildings and warehouses and I was in some sort of building, playing hide-and-seek with the bad guys. I don’t know where that other woman ended up. The bad guys looked like a cross between Ivan Drago, that blond dip-shit from Napolean Dynamite, and Gary Busey’s son. There were two of them and they pretty much looked the same. So, they were coming at me from two different sides and I ran for all I was worth to this room (my room?) and dove for the bottom drawer of some kind of cabinet/dresser, kicking the door shut after me. I pulled a Glock from the drawer, slammed in a magazine and turned off the safety. I turned, gun ready, just as blond henchmen #1 flew into the room, landing just inches from the barrel. I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Apparently, the safety had been off when I first picked up the gun and I had turned it on. When I did manage to fire shots, his head did not exploded like it should have. Instead, it was like I was shooting bird-shot or something. A bunch of tiny little pellets that didn’t do squat. But it gave me time to get away. And then Dennis showed up and gave me a rifle. This worked much better, until the barrel was some how cut and I had to hold the pieces in line with each other to shoot it, while trying to turn off the safety and aim it. It did not go well. However, I did manage to elude the Ivan Drago Busey guys until I woke up to a screeching alarm clock.

(Right before I went to bed I watched the third Mummy movie and did yoga.)

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(Dream) That’s MY Gun

I think I was part of some sort of military type team. There was G.I. Joe-esque feeling to it. I’m pretty sure Ryan Reynolds was on the team, only he had bad 70s hair. Patrick Swayze from Roadhouse was there too. He may have been the one in charge. We were preparing for some sort of rescue operation, but I don’t know who we were rescuing. I was on the roof of a building, at night, but it was lit. There were other people there too–a bunch of middle eastern women. I had an AK-47. Perhaps we were guarding the women, I’m not sure. I do know that they were no the threat. Then some guy (couldn’t tell you what he looks like) came running by and took my gun and I somehow ended up with his. Well, his was jammed or something because it wouldn’t work (I tried to shoot him). So, he’s at least 100 feet away trying to figure out how to use the AK to shoot me (apparently he didn’t have any military training… I finally get irritated enough that I pull out my hand gun and shoot him in the leg, dropping him. (Which was kinda cool, I didn’t stop to aim or anything… just point and shoot.) Then I go over, pick up my AK and throw his machine gun at him. I don’t know why I gave it back, but I guess he was no real threat. Then I’m back over by the women and I think we decided to move them into the building. That’s the last I can remember.

This is what happens when you listen to a zombie book right before you go to sleep.

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another dream… or maybe it was a nightmare?

I don’t remember most of it. I know I was in a group of people near my age. And there was a guy leading the group and he said to that those people who are in their mid 20s should turn to page five in the book we were holding. And I said, “Am I in my mid 20s or late 20s? I don’t know.” So, I started breaking down the 20s and this is what I came up with:

There is 20. Then your early 20s are 21, 22, and 23. Mid 20s are 24, 25, 26. And late 20s are 27, 28, and 29.

“:( So, I am in my late 20s… When I woke up this morning I realized how right my dream was. That’s depressing.

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Dreams

So, I think subconsciously I don’t think I’m getting enough attention. I had two dreams this morning that suggest that. In the first dream, it was my birthday party. Aunt Lanny and Gram hired a Stephen King impersonator to sing to me. (No, it doesn’t make sense, but that’s what it was.) So, the guy gets there and Aunt Lanny pushes me over towards him. Well, I didn’t get very close because a bunch of guys were hugging him and then he was posing for pictures with a group of girls (none of these people were at my party–in fact they had come with the Stephen King guy). And the next thing I knew he was leaving, with all those people, and he hadn’t even spoken to me, much less sang to me. I was pissed. I can’t remember my second dream very well. Apparently it didn’t involve something as interesting as a singing Stephen King impersonator. However, I do remember waking up and thinking–no one paid attention to me in that dream too. So, what’s the deal? I don’t feel like I’m not getting enough attention. But it really makes me wonder…

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(Dream) The Heist

I had the oddest dream last night. Dennis, Doug and I planned a heist. The oddest part was that Doug was the mastermind behind it all and came to us for help in the latter stages of planning. I don’t remember the details but somehow we robbed an airline company. We had two large duffle bags full of cash. I remember hearing $2 million. Not sure if that was how much we got or not. We made it out with the money and got away with it. We decided to hide it for a while until any investigation blew over. So we sealed it up in plastic and buried them under a pig pen. Well, two days after we buried it, the farmer happens across some random dead guy (I think he was a bum) who happed to be laying right above where we buried the money. I just remember I was having a serious morality attack and was freaking out that we were going to get busted and that the police were going to find the money. Weird part was, in my dream, I didn’t see Dennis or Doug again after the actual heist. I had to find a safe place and bury the money by myself, I don’t know where the two of them went. I was just left alone to stew over my morality issues. I woke up before they removed the body from the pen, so I don’t know if they ever found the money…

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