Alone, with person...

Last night I had a dream I was in this junkyard where some sort of public function was going on. There was a camping trailer selling food and a bunch of picnic tables laid out amongst the crashed, smashed and broken down cars. My dad, step mom, BFF and K are there, seated at the picnic tables eating. I'm looking for something sweet to eat, when I come across a sign advertising an orange soda sundae, with vanilla ice cream and orange soda over the top. I purchase the tasty treat and head over to the two picnic tables. I offer my dad some of my sundae, before squeezing in near K, who is eating a plate of meat and home fries. I offer him a bite of my ice cream and he says no, before taking the desert from my hand and having a taste. When he handed my ice cream back, I noticed he had given me two of his home fries. I thank him as I walk off, taking a bite and noticing how good they were.

The dream then flashed to me at this big, strange house on top of this hill. The front room had floor to ceiling windows, with hardwood floors and this huge chef's kitchen. The place was enormous and old, dark and creepy. It is my dad's and I am house sitting with the cat. His dog is there and I am on the phone, talking to someone who is genderless and has no identity. I am telling this person how bored I am, as I have nothing to do and can't work my dad's TV. I tell them how I wish I was at home and had just brought the dog over to my house, but my dad wanted someone at the house since the neighborhood isn't that great. It was then I looked out the huge windows and see this single headlight coming at me. I tell the person on the phone I have to go and hang up, just as the motorcycle crashes through the window and into the house. I am not afraid, but instantly worry the cat and dog are going to get out. I scoop up the cat and grab the dog, rushing them down the hall, where I shut them up in one of the rooms. I snatch up the phone and quickly dial 911, though the motorcycle and rider are nowhere in sight.

Pins & Needles

Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep in my hotel bed, I dreamt I had a single, short pin sticking into my brain. I reached back and pulled it out, not thinking about the consequences. It was then I realized I was laying down and the back of my head was open, with my brain exposed. There were at least a dozen 6" long thin pins sticking into the center of it and I was carefully trying to lift my head off of them, the whole time terrified I was going to end up damaging something vital by not having a doctor remove them. But I was laying alone in my hotel bed, with no phone within reach and I knew I would end up dead if I just laid there and did nothing.

I then forced myself awake. I had been out for less than 10 minutes. I rolled over, went back to sleep. Either I didn't dream after that or I don't remember it.

Stress Much?

Not sure, but I think the split dreams I had the other night were a direct result of my stress level. Strange.

The first dream had my friend Master Flash living in a townhouse in Seattle, where the hill leading up to it was too steep for a car to get up without serious effort. The hill was almost straight up and my BFF, L, and I were in my car, trying to get up it, following Master Flash after a dinner in downtown. Funny thing is, the city below the townhouse, which was supposed to be Seattle, looked a lot more like Tacoma, near The Swiss. Anyway, we finally made it to Master Flash's house, played Apples to Apples before our friend Ratty decided to leave and L and I needed to make a beer run. We were on our way down the hill, when I got a call, telling me Ratty had gotten into an accident, that she had gotten a DUI. L and I were coming around a corner and saw emergency lights and Ratty's Trail Blazer smashed up against guardrail. Ratty wasn't there, however, she had already been taken to jail for driving while intoxicated.

I then woke up mid-thought, stressing over the DirecTV guy who was coming out later in the day and how the TV and entertainment center were too heavy for my to be able to move before he got there. As I rolled over and prepared to go back to sleep, I wondered what I was going to do or if the DirecTV guy would be willing to help me move this stuff out, if need be.

So I drifted back off to sleep and dreamt I woke up to find my living room an absolute mess from Master Flash, my Roomie, her boyfriend, CP, L, and myself playing Apples to Apples Friday night. I was all sorts of stressed out, as the chair that was usually in the upstairs back bedroom was shoved up against he wall, there were extra couch pieces laying around and my bookcase was dumped over and smashed up against the far wall. I'm sitting on the couch, staring at the disarray, when L walks into the house. I ask her if she could help me get the stuff back to the way it should be and she unenthusiastically agreed. As we started moving stuff around, she started rolling her eyes at my asking her help. Stressed out and upset she was acting like that, I told her I didn't need her help, to just forget it. I then plopped down on the couch, pouting. She asked me what my problem was and I told her I needed help moving the TV and entertainment center before the DirecTV guy showed up, but that I wasn't going to ask for her help with that, when she couldn't even help me with this without rolling her eyes and acting like it's too much trouble. She scolded me for not communicating properly and then I woke up again.

Seems I was grinding my teeth through at least that last dream...