Dreams are weird

January 23, 2007

I was attending a meeting of mutants. It wasn’t the X-Men, and it wasn’t the Brotherhood. Maybe another group trying to form? Anyway, I was free to leave, and I did just that. My boots clicked on the concrete and I was distracted by the sound. As I walked past a hallway on my left, something made me stop. I glanced over my shoulder and then headed down the hall. It dead-ended and on either side were cages. It was like an underground zoo, and I marveled at it for a moment. Then I heard a footstep from within the cage on the right.

“What are you doing here, Logan?”

He leaned against the stone wall, chewing on a cigar. “I could ask you the same thing!”

Definite story fodder.

January 25, 2007

I was at a Star Trek convention, walking around. Someone stopped me and pointed at my button, saying that they were a huge fan of my work. I looked down to see that I was wearing one of my Trek Life buttons, and that somehow I’d just been mistaken for David Reddick!!

As I turned the corner, I saw something odd and almost disturbing. There were two rooms, with guards outside. One room was for Arabs and the guard had a scowl on his face. The other was for Jews. Confused, I stopped just inside the darkened Jewish room. There were men speaking up front, like a panel of some sort, and I found an empty seat in the back. There was a little boy sitting there, holding a picture book. He turned to me and asked if I’d like to see anything. I asked to see Shekhina and he flipped to the page. In the picture, the angle was looking down at a large male statue. Beside him, on his left, was a smaller female statue, who was gazing up at the male with an adoring expression. We admired and discussed the picture for a few minutes, then I realized that I had to get going. I slid off my chair in to a crouch and asked him what his name was.

“Junior,” he replied calmly. I stared at him, then smiled and rubbed his head and left.

I found my way into the vendor room, surprised to see that so many tables were half-empty. Spotting some pictures, I flipped through them until…my communicator went off. I grabbed it and a voice told me to report to my station. Suddenly, I just “knew” that I was a Lieutenant with Starfleet and ran to rejoin my captain. I took the stairs up to the roof to find that there was a catwalk system that wove through a water garden of sorts. The famous Trek Trio was there and I tagged behind, giving my report. Spock pointed something out and I leaned closer to the water to see what he meant and lost my balance. I caught myself but just couldn’t get up. Spock had to save me.

January 31, 2007

I met a guy at church and we really hit it off. We ended up going on a date or two and were now a couple. I guess I was pretending I didn’t really know who he was, and he was enjoying the anonymity. Then we were at my parent’s house for a barbeque and I produced a baseball to toss around. He froze and stared at me. I smirked and held it up saying, “You know how to use one of these?” He laughed, giving me a strange look and we started playing a simple game of catch.

Bethany showed up and wanted to be introduced. He started to say his name and I interrupted to say, “Bethany, this is Bronson Arro…Oro…Ororo…Arroyo!” He burst out laughing and starting to sing “Stormy Weather”. I ignored him and threw the baseball back at him. Bethany thought I was crazy until I added, “And he’s a pitcher for the Cincinnati Reds, formerly of the Red Sox.”

Bethany was impressed and made some kind of comment that she was surprised I’d date a jock. I rolled my eyes and laughed. She left and I turned to find him looking at me from a few feet away. He tossed the ball up into the air and caught it, then suddenly walked to stand in front of me. I looked up at him and he looked very serious.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew what I do?”

I half-shrugged and smiled crookedly. “Why make a big deal out of it? If you’d wanted me to know, you would have told me.”

Before I could say anything else, he leaned down and kissed me.

Friday, April 13, 2007

I had another of my famous "On-craic" dreams last night. So remember, this was a dream. I am not responsible for the insanity within. LOL

The Apartment manager was over and giving things a lookover here. We were in the kitchen and he asked what I had done with the small dining alcove behind the kitchen sink area. He moved something and suddenly there was an area exposed that I had never seen before. (In reality, my kitchen sink is up to a wall that is shared with the neighbors!! LOL) There was a bit of scraps of wood framing in a pile and dust over everything. For some reason, I acted like I'd known about it, even though I hadn't. I fibbed and said I was going to be getting it cleaned up and painted and then put a small table and make it my private writing area. He liked the idea and left.

I stood in this area, wondering how the heck I had missed it after a year. Then I realized there was an open doorway just around the corner. I opened it and it was just open air over a stairway. But to the left, I could see a way to get to the stairs. I found my way into that path and to the stairs. Within minutes, I found an entire apartment!! As I gaped, an old man appeared and began to yell at me in German!!

Yes, it was indeed one of the most famous and evil Germans. It was Hitler. (Gawd, don't ask! LMAO) He continued to yell at me and all I could think was that I needed to call someone! Somehow, we made an arrangement that he would leave me alone, if I brought him some Mardi Gras bead necklaces!!!

I don't know. Don't bug me. LOL

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I was at a theater with Carmen and Mom, and my family. I had a two year old son and as he came back to our seats, he shoved a lady behind her knees and she nearly fell down the stairs! I freaked and apologized, taking him to be disciplined in the bathroom. What I didn’t realize is that the lady followed, acting as if I should beat the snot outa him!! I put him into a bathroom stall and turned to face the woman, letting her have a piece of my mind.

Up to that point, things were in one of those “I just sorta know what’s going on” ways that dreams have. But when I picked up my son and started to talk to him, things became normal.

“Miles!” I chastised him. He gave me a strange look and then started patting my cheeks. I sighed heavily and muttered, “Sorry, son. I know your name is actually O’Brien.”

Then the dream skipped to me telling Carmen about this and how I always seem to call him that when I gotta yell at him. She was laughing SO hard.

Yes, I am truly a Trek nerd. Miles O’Brien, indeed!! LOL

Monday, May 7, 2007

I was at a park for a party of some sort. I think it may have been the Camelot Anniversary picnic, which is in June. But for some reason, the park was located where my old Wal~Mart is (?). Anyway, I ran into my parents as I was walking to where I'd parked--which in this dream, was apparently in the McDonald's parking lot. I was on the phone...

It was Kirk. He and I were making plans again: this time, he was coming to town for the day and I was giving him directions. After we were done, I hung up and my parents started asking questions. It was like I relived the earlier part of the phone call while answering them.

"We're through. For good. She's out of my life...and I want to be in yours."

I can actually hear him saying that. If I put myself into that dream's emotions, it makes my heart soar. But now, being awake, it hurts a bit. Okay, so it hurts a lot. Anyway, in the dream, Mom asked when she was ever going to see a picture of him. I told her to hang on a second, and then I pulled a picture out of my purse. In reality, we've never had a picture taken together, and I really don't have a picture of him like that...but in the dream, I did! LOL

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The second dream was me talking to two young teenage girls. I was telling them that I'd noticed something really weird in movies. When someone has an engagement ring, it's always silver, like platinum, and yet when they get married, they get a gold band. I was rambling about how that didn't make any sense. "Now watch, just because I said that, you're going to be watching and rewatching movies to see if it's true!" I laughed.

The funny thing is I know exactly what prompted this dream. While watching Spiderman 3, I THOUGHT for a second that Aunt May's wedding ring was gold, and her engagement one was silver. There was only a quick glimpse of the wedding band, so it was a passing thought, but apparently my mind kept thinking about it. LOL