these dreams...

was just looking at a friend's blog and she posted a few days ago about a horrible dream she had.

now, for anyone who knows me, i'm a very vivid dreamer. i usually remember all the dreams i have during the night. serena once told me that meant i wasn't sleeping well because if you wake up and can remember the dream, you're not completing your rem cycle. i think. course it's early right now and i'm kinda wonky yet.

anyhow, reading that, i realized that i couldn't remember any dream from last night. stranger still, i know the last time i remember dreaming was when i was in the vortex last weekend.

(which was a great deal of fun. quick synopsis: got up there sat am, hung out with rene and kendall for a bit before kendall's b-day party at the roller rink, which i did not attend...because i stopped over at first impressions and cari took one look at my head of hair, which was beginning to take on its own existence, and told me to sit in her chair. so hair is now fixed. caught some late lunch at tutto bene which is always delish and i'd been jonesing for their spicy tomato soup for a long time, then went back to cari's and drank some wine--i'll not disclose amounts LOL--and then headed over to the northern inn to see michael perform. as usual he was hysterically funny, and we laughed our asses off. his opener was this bald guy from iowa who just wasn't very funny. maybe it was the "red headed little boys are ugly" stuff. i kinda took offense. *sigh* but i did come up with a new swear word while there, due to the iowa guy's set--cookiefucker. don't ask. it's not as good as pumpkinfucker but it has a certain homestyle twist, don't you think? anyway we sat around after michael's set and had drinks, and then stopped down to hard times because i think his name was bill had a hookup or something. then amanda and cari and i had breakfast/dinner at 2 am at country kitchen. next morning i woke up to the peircing cry of tony changing the batteries in the smoke alarm and thought i was going to make a skylight in the spare room...so we watched some evan farmer and andrew dan-jumbo on while you were out and then went to the american legion for pancakes, and then i got in my pocket car and drove to st cloud...was there for about 45 minutes before racing back to the cities again to drop off the car, and then went home and collapsed. which is really honestly what needed to happen because this week has SUCKED!!! LOL)

so. i had this dream while i was in bemidji. dreamed that cari and i were on a bus, a yellow school bus, in france, driving across the countryside with a large group of people. there was another bus behind us, and another in front, but gradually they moved away and it was just our bus, filled with tourists, i think. i was ogling the countryside, which appeared to be straight out of any "french countryside" calendar you've ever seen, so it was very pretty in a soothing way.

the driver turned out to be freakishly old--i'm talking like 150 or something, just this wizened little old frenchman. he maintained that he'd been driving for years--a lot of them, i'd venture--and that he knew the road very well. good thing, too, because there were these huge potholes that made west duluth look positively flat. all of a sudden we take this detour across a field, bouncing and jouncing and it's not as even as the happy green grass makes it look. we at some point exit the bus and the driver continues on and wraps the front around a large tree.

everyone is crying because we don't know when the next bus will be past and no one has a cell phone or there is no range, i don't know. cari and i are cool headed and calm, and we walk to this pastorage a few miles back and gather up blankets and food, go back and find an empty barn and get the troup settled for the night. next day another bus shows up and we're given some kind of commendation for keeping everyone sane, fed and warm. huh?

it was strange but not as strange as the spider dream. turns out that spider hangs up in half price books in apple valley. large, black, stuffed, with neon green stripes on its joints and big pasted on felt eyes. and yes, in the dream i knew the spider was stuffed. but it was the lead up that got me. LOL

quickly before i have to run to work: we're in virginia mn for a party. i'm walking to meet dan somewhere and cursing his name because he's got the car and why should i be walking alone at 3 am. halfway there i come across a man killing a girl, a young asian girl. i fend him off with a stick or something (in the dream i don't have a purse! yikes!) and the cops show up. the girl reminds me that i have to stop by her parents' vegetable stand because they have something for my sister. so i stop by and these two cute parents hand me a plastic bag half full of cukes or something veggie-ish. i troop over to a community center that's under seige, sneak in through the air ducts, and try to give my sister the bag of veggies. she argues that i wasn't supposed to bring them to her, the family needs to sell them more. i try to get people out through the air ducts because the terrorists aren't looking, but sara shoos me out and i go back to the stand. the dad comes out and says that i have to take the veggies to the mother in back of the stand, so i go back and she's trying to kill this spider.

which is the spider that's hanging in half price books. i kid you not. big, stuffed, black with green knee joints, felt eyeballs pasted on its face, and this menacing mouth, also pasted on. it can't even gum a banana, and in the dream i'm terrified. we're throwing everything at this sucker, and it's still trying to come at us. in the dream i had this half-thought that this must be my subconcious laughing at me, and i start laughing, and then i wake up.

dan's dream, same night--he rescues a kitten and we survive a plane crash.

linear thinker versus chaotic thinker. or something like that.

dunno. all i know is this was going to be a quick postie and fuck it all, it's now 745 and i have to get ready for another day of bliss. :P the best thing about today, other than tomorrow i don't have to work? stargate sg1 season opener!!!!!!!! *does dance of joy in computer chair* o'neill and dr jackson and t'ealc, oh my!