This journal's been defunct for two years; I dare to shake it up if you'll dare to listen.

I took a nap this afternoon and dreamed about going to an author signing with Neil Gaiman; Kristin was there with me, and it took place in a smallish sort of plain room, white walls and foldable chairs and the kind of cloth dividers one sees in hospitals.

We sat down and Kristin poked me and pointed out the presence of someone I really didn't want to see; I made a point of ignoring them, making jokes with Kristin instead. People were milling around, and I overheard that Neil wouldn't sign owned books, just newly bought ones, which made me mad as hell because I wanted to get my copy of Good Omens signed.

I don't remember actually seeing Neil in my dream. Kristin and I left the signing and drove around for a bit (I don't recall who was driving) and we ended up at a car wash. A familiar-looking boy washed our windows but when I rolled mine down he wouldn't talk to me.


Before, overnight proper, I had a dream that Fall Out Boy rented the room my brother's in on Brinkerhoff street, sleeping on the futon like sardines all in a row. Andy and Joe wanted me to sign them up for a basketball team, and Patrick needed my help to print something from Amber's computer. I giggled a lot after I woke up and remembered that one.


This journal's good for me. I need to keep it up better.

this one was fucked up.

I dreamed my family went on vacation to a big city-- probably NYC or Boston or Vegas-- and I met some guy while I was out buying alcohol while my family were at the movies. He was charismatic and we started talking and he asked me if I'd be part of his theater act--- a big dance production with animals and stuff. there was a black panther in the box of coolers I was buying.

Time passed as it does in dreams; the first night of the adapted production. I danced, he sang, the animals prowled and the whole thing came off as deeply offensive to my parents. Signs and stuff, cross imagery, I don't remember. They didn't trust him. They thought he was killing me. Some guy they were with wanted to know if I was 'clean', wanted a sample of my blood. I said "Sure" and he pulled out a needle-- I swung the prop cross between us as he came at me and he showed that there was blood already in the needle, not mine. I went backstage with the animals and the guy, and my family came back (well, my parents and my brother), asking me to please come home.

I told them I didn't have a reason to, that I was happy being a dancer. I wasn't. I was scared of the guy.

Somehow he got into my family's house, was holding me captive there. I couldn't talk to anyone. I was still in my dancing outfit; when I went to get warmer clothes from the laundry room they were all still damp. I put them on anyway and heard yelling from outside the door-- it swung open after I'd closed and locked it. My brother was upstairs talking to the guy and getting pissed off; punches were thrown, finally the guy ended up in the front doorway, bleeding from the beating Dennis had given him. "Never touch my sister again," he growled. I watched him crawl away, and I felt relief-- kind of-- also pity, worry, a little sadness, but mostly relief.

If you can analyze this, do. Keep in mind I watched way too much CSI before bed. Now I need to call my parents and my brother and tell them I love them.

I had a chasing dream! There was a psycho who led me on a car chase, and then I ended up in a big empty house full of hallways being chased-- but I was chasing myself. The dream ended when I (chaser) caught up to me (running). or more when I was caught, as I wad POVing the running-- and, well, it ended with me looking into my own frantic and insane eyes.

*shiver*

Not comfortable, but interesting. Wonder what THAT means.

xD I blame the liberal media....

I dreamed that Anderson Cooper was reporting on something about the Salvation Army and was sleeping on a mattress in the upstairs living room for some reason. I kept getting him more blankets and pillows and keeping the dogs out of his way. xD

His hair was more brown than silver, though. But he was very polite and cute. xD

My dad woke me up with a phone call so I don't remember most of the dream, but there was a blind boy, probably four or five, very paleblond and blue eyed and for some reason, I was responsible for him now, and I went to ruffle his hair like I do with kids and he smacked my hand away and glared at me.

The house was big and vaguely reminiscent of the Jubilee House. I was leading the kid through the rooms when I woke up.

I dreamed about a vaguely Egyptian kind of setting (I blame this on watching the early SG-1 episodes), a sort of convention or tour that turned into a trial. There were lots of people, mostly 20-to-40 year old men; there was one other teenage girl, and two or three older women. We had to go across a chasm twice-- once on a rope bridge, to a ledge on the other side, and from there on a wooden one back to the original side, but 60-80 feet below where we started. We were all dressed in loose but fully covering white and tan clothing; I left my shoes at the beginning of the rope bridge so I could use my toes to hold on. When we were all to the other side, someone dropped them for me, but I can't remember if I caught them or if they fell down the chasm.

The final destination was a series of rooms cut into the cliff face, built vaguely like the temple setup on Abydos from SG-1. We were all told to get comfortable for the night and be ready for tomorrow's activities; I wasn't sure what they were. Some of the younger men set everyone's sleeping bags out, the oldest three started making dinner, and the other girl and I had four people each twisting our hair into braids and dreadlocks adorned with rags and beads. It was a really comfortable atmosphere, though; everyone was laughing and joking around and smiling.

After dinner, everyone went to bed. My sleeping bag was right next to the other girl's, and we were whispering excitedly about tomorrow, when she mentioned that she couldn't start a day without tea, but she'd been told there was some here. I snuck over to the kitchen area, and dug through the boxes of tea, and I could find all sorts of flavored stuff, but not simple English Breakfast tea. I went back and told her that, and she sighed and buried her head under the cover, and I just went to sleep.

...and woke up at 4 pm, but that's my fault... ^^;;; That's all I can remember, and it was weird.

Last night I had a dream!

I was part of some secret organization, and I had to get a package--something really important--and I had to drive all over to find it, talking to a bunch of people, and they all sent me on to other people. The places were all stores in Plattsburgh, the people were all fictional, or actors in character, and Richie Tenenbaum finally gave me a plain brown-wrapper box in the toys aisle of K-Mart, kissed me on the cheek and told me to be careful.

I was driving back from the store to my house and someone hit my car.

I woke up and my dad was calling me.

There was more to the dream-- it had a lot of depth-- but that's all I can remember.

People: Me, Kristin, Kierstin, David Carr, Krissy Schwarz
Location: Clinton Community College, A.J. Gomes Elementary

This dream had a lot of walking around buildings. I go back to my elementary school a lot in my dreams; the main hallway also had a long and twisty ramp for wheelchair access to the second floor, and that's usually a big part of it-- walking up and down that ramp. There was also a lot of walking around a place that felt like an aquarium but was actually the auditorium for CCC... I don't know.

Anyway. I was at the elementary school with Kristin and Kierstin, walking around, and the whole place was decorated like for a concert or a party. There was music playing, and I really liked it-- I was dancing around goofy trying to get them to do it too-- and then I saw David and Krissy over in a smaller room talking together. (I saw David's reflection in a window, actually.) I went over to talk to them, and they told me that they were graduating from CCC today and they would be happy if I could come watch them graduate.

And then viola, big room with bare white deskspace-- it looked more like a lecture hall-- and no chairs. The chairs just started appearing in tiers, big red armchairs, and when it got up to the top level where we were, we sat down and talked (the five of us), but I can't remember what about.

That's all I can remember.

My psychiatrist told me I should start keeping a dream journal. Most people would get a notebook for this purpose. I just recycle a LiveJournal.

dachan is no longer a friends-exclusive auxiliary journal. It is now a mostly-open record of my dreams, in as much detail as I can manage to remember them. Overly sexual, violent, disturbing or private dreams will be locked.

So, here it is. speccygeekgrrl's dream journal. If you want to be friended, just comment. Otherwise, enjoy the show. ^_^