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Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Ever since starting this job, I never really have the time to think about the dreams I had. I still post on my other blog, but even that is once or twice a week. Alas, maybe I can start again.

Pink punk hair

I had a dream. I'm not sure if I was back in high school because I don't recognize the people and I didn't recognize the school. I was at a party and certain people seemed bound and determined to spend time with me. They wanted to kiss me. They wanted to date me. I wanted it all. I was this dark haired beauty. I had lost my trademark red hair and it seemed as though everyone wanted me around. Talb (a character from the show House) was one of them. He kissed me in a car that was parked in the garage at the party and he just seemed so blessed that he could have the privilege to touch me and I was proud to let him feel that way. At some point, I changed the hair color to something more punk. My hair was a lot like my facebook friend's, Azrael, except I didn't look like her. My hair was dark but the front was this hot pink.

Azrael

At first the hot pink didn't take all the way. The roots where I had new growth was pink and the middle shaft to the end was pink but some parts in between were still showing some of the bleach parts. My hair was wavy because I didn't have time to fix it. The pink front, the bangs, were longer than in the picture. It framed my whole face. There was another guy, but I don't remember much of him (I am being distracted as I write because Brandon won't stop IMing me every few seconds) but I remember letting him claim me to be his girlfriend. Before I knew it, I had to go to school? I was in the same dress I was in. I was in my black anchor dress with my brown heels, but someone ran over it so the heels were bent. I also had ankle socks on for some reason. I knew I had to re-do my makeup from the night before, but I woke up before I could do it.

Here is the anchor dress. I hope you can see the detail.

Death to the bitch LOL

I meant to blog this morning but I got stuck on an internet shopping list, but I did manage to write down the basic storyline from my dream.

Thersa was living in my childhood bedroom with her husband and her daughter. In real life, Thersa is halfway through her pregnancy. The bedroom door was cracked just a bit so I could see the two of them sitting in bed holding the baby. She was in a sleeveless nightgown and she was talking about how she was upset that they could immediately start to try for another baby. I walked into the spare bedroom, where I was going to be staying. I didn't feel like dealing with Thersa since I had just moved in that day, so I sat in my room and talked quietly amongst my friends. I kept asking my friends why she was living in my parent's house considering they had never met before. I lay back with my hands behind my head to try to relax when I hear someone walk into my room and there is Thersa. She has her arms crossed over her chest and she is looking at ME disgusted in MY parent's house. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Moving in. Got a problem with that?" She gives me this sarcastic laugh and asked me if I got kicked out of my last place. I told her that I still was living there and paying rent but I was going to stay at my mom's house. I don't remember the reason I told her. Thersa said something that made me see red. It was something along the lines of going into my old place and she claims to have discovered something. I attacked her. Think of karate movies where they are jumping off the walls and flipping. People jumping so high and kicking down. She was able to get two hits in before my legs wrapped around her neck. I then broke her neck like I was snapping a twig. Right when I was brushing off my hands, I woke up.

This sleeping pill sure brought a vivid dream. Evil bitch. Ugh. I hate her in real life but I haven't spoken to her in over a year, thank God. I don't know why I was dreaming of her, but at least I won.

A little from the beginning

I've always wanted to do a dream journal, but it was always a passing thought. Normally I would write about the dreams I had in status updates or in previous blogs I had, but I never thought to actually have a blog that was specifically designed to only house my dreams. Dreams have always been a window into the unconscious mind. Your true fears and desires are there. There isn't any sugar-coating it.


The time has come. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7g9WjcGdxuM


This dream is fuzzy because I am writing this many hours later so many details are missing. In this dream, I was desperately wanting to get pregnant. These people who were in my dream are strangers to me in my waking state, but I knew them when I was dreaming, although I have no clue what their names were. There was this attractive gentleman that I had just started to date. I wanted to immediately start working on getting pregnant and I was so upset when my period came shortly after starting our sexual relationship. No, the sex wasn't in the dream. My friend started dating a guy the same day and she was bouncing with a pregnancy stick in her hands. I remember holding her test with sadness and jealous. I woke up literally wanting to get pregnant right then and there.


Everyone knows I want to be pregnant again, and if I were financially stable (and married), I would take my IUD out and go ahead and try, but not right now. It's just weird that these were random people and I was wanting to start a pregnancy without even knowing the basics of my dream boyfriend. What the hell?