crixpy's dream journal

choose your own adventure! those books ruled

Jun 24, 2009
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while I'm here, I'll paste a snippet of an email I shot off to a buddy of mine name of Emily on May 22.

last night I dreamed you guys went to a place to look at dogs and I guess I went with you, but then I left for a little bit and got kidnapped by mark david chapman. but then he started having a nervous breakdown and I figured that was my cue to escape, and in my dream, I tried different methods like Choose Your Own Adventure. at first I shot him in the head with his own gun. but then it started over and I escaped through a window. in another round I thought I could just run out the door. And in the end i think y'all picked Thelma. [a puppy from Austin Pets Alive, a nice place that saves pets from the euthanasia lists and adopts them out]

fashion nightmares

May 25, 2009
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The other night I had two dreams in a row about my clothes. First off, I was at chili's having lunch with some friends, when I look down and notice that I forgot to change out of my pajamas before leaving the house.

Then later I don't even know where I was. I think I was just going to hang out at my friend's house where they watch sports a lot, but for some reason I showed up in total goth regalia. I had a Victorian-ish black lace and red dress and my hair in an updo with ruby hair pins. I felt inappropriate. Everyone else was in jeans. I'm not even goth.

The End

My little sleepy kitty pies

Apr 28, 2009
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That sounds gross, but it's actually adorable, watch:

Awww

a lullaby for the night : Bucket - Neutral Milk Hotel

Apr 25, 2009
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This is one of my favorite songs on earth. It has the word dream in it, so I reckon I can put it here.

When I was a kid I had to go to bed at 8pm, even in the summer, and I'd lay there listening to all the other kids play outside, and the sun wasn't even down yet. I'd make up stories to entertain myself. I used my hands as puppets to play them out. Sometimes the stories were so sad I'd cry. This song reminds me of that for some reason

12 Bucket

Neutral Milk Hotel

The dentist hugged me

Apr 25, 2009
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I get hugged in my dreams a lot, more than I admit. Never more than hugs though, dammit. Last night the dentist hugged me. I told him I needed my filling replaced and he gave me a great big hug, and we cuddled like that for awhile, just talking about my teeth. I thought it was creepy, but it was the most anyone had touched me in awhile, and he didn't seem like he was going to take advantage or anything. Later I went home and found out that my apartment complex has a cafeteria that comes with room and board. When I woke up I was pretty damn disappointed that it wasn't real. How convenient would that be for someone like me who won't cook? Dorm style cafeteria. I'd pay a couple of hundred more in rent for that.

Crankypants!

Apr 21, 2009
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Last night I dreamed about crankypants's blog! No joke! Cranky! I dreamed that I replied to your comment on the post below and I said, "Phelps kept trying to make me feel short. It was a conspiracy to make me feel short!" I don't remember feeling short in that dream though.

But like so let me get this straight. I dreamed about a dream I had that I wrote about on my dream blog? Huh??

Anyway, so in my dream I clicked on cranky's blog, and it was called "my blarb" and it had a picture of her holding a giant metallic sky blue vase. Like it was as tall as her and she held it out in front of her and the picture was in profile, and I think the blog was white with light blue font.

Why do I keep dreaming about random celebrities

Apr 15, 2009
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Last night I dreamed that some girl I knew in high school and Michael Phelps were heading up to Dallas for Easter. For some reason I had the impression that I was invited to come along, but after helping them load tons of luggage into an SUV they said, ok, well bye! See you Monday! I was like, but? I thought you guys asked me over here because I was invited to come along? Then I got all teary eyed and Michael Phelps rolled his eyes at me like I was just trying to guilt trip them or something, but I was actually very confused. I said...but I've already got my bag packed. You saw me come in with it! But they waited till after I loaded up their truck to tell me I couldn't come along. Well fuck you, too, Phelps and random person from high school!

I also dreamed that I was on the Oxford rowboat team thingy that rows against Cambridge. Our team was afraid we'd get disqualified because our coxswain was deformed. His head was attached to his body backwards which gave us an advantage, he could act as coxswain and row at the same time. We lost the race anyway.

I also had some dream about Cicero, where he was giving me advice over dinner about something but I woke up in the middle of it because I had to pee, so I don't remember what he said.

Spike hugged me

Apr 11, 2009
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Last night I dreamed that Spike from the Buffy show hugged me. A friend of mine and I went to his house to borrow something, and he hugged me the whole time we were there. His house was really messy and he wore a purple bathrobe. Nothing untoward occurred: only a long, sweet hug.

Spike

Stars, hide your fires!

Apr 4, 2009
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dreamy Joaquin

Last night I dreamed that I was hanging out in my current apartment with my mom, Joaquin Phoenix, and someone else, I'm not sure who. The other dude was short, pudgy, and bald. I think he was a friend of my mom's.

It was the middle of the night, and no lights were on, just the moonlight coming in the open window. I got up out of bed needing to pee and came upon the others still hanging out in my living room. My mom was napping on the couch, and Joaquin sat at my computer trying to help the pudgy guy remember who he is. He listed a bunch of movies, then recommended that the guy watch Clay Pigeons and Velvelt Goldmine because those are his best films. I agreed that Velvet Goldmine is fantastic. I made no comment about Clay Pigeons and wondered why he didn't mention Quills instead. Or even Gladiator for fuck's sake! I told the pudgy dude that Velvet Goldmine stars Christian Bale, Ewan McGregor, and Joaquin Phoenix, but it in fact does not. It's Jonathan Rhys Meyers, not Joaquin. DUH, Sleeping Christi.

So I decided to stay up and hang out. It was Friday, so why not, I says. I took one of my mom's Virginia Slims to smoke on the patio and asked Joaquin if he cared to join me, and he said he'd be out in a minute. He and that other guy were busy trying to find the Velvet Goldmine on Netflix on demand. They only found something called Velvet Goldmine 2 which looked like some awful, straight to DVD kind of crap.

I went outside, lit up, and looked at the sky. I saw through the trees the biggest brightest and most stars I've ever seen. I crouched to get a better view through the branches and saw the most detailed version of Orion ever. Like thousands of stars traced his whole self and even detailed his clothing and his bow and arrows and facial features. The moon was the buckle of his belt. All the stars looked like balls of orange fire.

Joaquin stuck his head out the sliding glass door and laughed asked me what on earth was I doing crouching like that. What do you see? He said.

I said, I see Orion and....EEEEK the apartments are on fire!!!

And surely they were. My roof was in flames!

We all ran downstairs and as far as we could get from the building. In my dream there was a giant field around the apartments, and a highway nearby. The apartments burned up pretty quickly and I thought of my cats with a pang that I had to repress at the moment. I couldn't go back for them.

I said out loud they were the only thing I'd miss out of all my possessions. Joaquin said, what about all your pictures? I said I have them stored online. I'll just download them someplace else. Nothing's material anymore. Then I threw myself into his arms in the guise of needing comforting because I was scared, when really I was just taking advantage of the situation to cop a feel. He laughed and said awwww and let me nuzzle his cheek.

AND THEN I WOKE UP.

Mom dreams

Apr 3, 2009
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Last week I dreamed I was in bed and I looked at the alarm clock in my current real life bedroom and it said 5am, then I was in my bed in some other room and the clock in there said 1am. I hoped the 1:00 one was right because, woo! more sleep! My alarm starts beeping at 5:33 in real life.

While in the bed where it was 1am, I heard some women talking in the kitchen, and I said "hey! I don't mean to interrupt but can one of you tell me what time it actually is?" One of the women stepped out of the kitchen into the moonlight of my current real life living room, and it was my mother, wearing the mauve dress she wore in a family portrait we took for a church phone book ages ago, and the same mauve dress she wore in my dream the night she died. She told me the 1am clock was correct.

I realized at that point that she's really dead and I'm dreaming, so I jumped out of bed and said wait! before she disappeared back into the kitchen. She said yeah? kindly. She was very tall, like my point of view of her was from my kid eyes. But I couldn't think of what to say, I just wanted to stall and keep her from leaving just yet. finally I said, guess what! I scored really high on the Miller Analogies (I really did). And she looked at me for a second like, huh? She said, is that a test? I said yes, shyly, and she burst into smiles and told me how proud of me she was.

So I told her goodnight and went back to my bedroom and found Kate Winslet in there sobbing her eyes out. I said, wtf? She said she was scared because all the clocks said different times and she didn't know which one was right. I told her it's alright, it's 1am, and eventually she chilled out. We became friends and hung out a lot but I was always awkward around her because...it's Kate Winslet. WTF is she doing here?

Then I awoke, and alas, it was a quarter after 5am.

This reminds me,

while visiting my hometown in February I dreamed I was in someone's front yard at night, I don't know whose. I was anxious and on guard but not really scared. Though I was confident I could protect myself, I felt like something in the dark might blindside me and I needed to be alert and careful.

I felt someone's breath behind me and spun around and it was my mom, looking like she did when she was ill, with no makeup on and her hair pulled back. I whispered, relieved and irritated, don't sneak up on me like that, you scared me. I explained that we needed to be careful, there's something out there, but I can save us, just don't sneak up on me like that! I dont' want to accidentally hurt you or give us away. She stayed behind me by the porch of the house, standing just out of range of the porchlight, near tears and swaying weakly, she said, why did you run away from me?

"I didn't."

"the last time I touched your shoulder, you ran away from me."

I saw a quick flash of what she was talking about. I had been sitting in a wheat field looking at the sky when something warm and dark washed over my face like a small thundercloud in front of the sun , but I didn't see anyone there, and it scared me so I ran away. I explained this to her, that I didnt' know it was her, and I'm very sorry, but I didn't see her, so how could I know? I told her, had I known it was you, I wouldn't have ran. Ok? Now stay back there! I'll take care of everything.

She continued to look at me reproachfully and I was quite annoyed because she should really know by now that I would never run from her. it was also a very unsafe time to be having this conversation, as I had to concentrate on my lookout for the both of us. I said firmly but lovingly, again, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. Please trust me. I will fix everything. I will vindicate you. Just please, don't sneak up on me like that again."