Dream, 2008-12-22

I am in my house in Kansas City, except it isn't in Kansas City, it's in some big city in Colombia. There are strange people living in my house; they are poor, and I remember a TV being on and a laundry line hanging up in the living room. I go outside, and end up getting stuck walking my friend from across the street's dog through the backyards in my neighborhood.

I don't remember much else, except being on a motorcycle in some kind of chase and jumping over a bridge trying to get away and get home.

Dream, 2008-12-20

I am watching Ben Franklin walk up to the door of a house; he is walking with both a cane and a crutch. For a brief second, as he knocks on the door, *I* am Ben Franklin, and I think "hey, this is pretty cool" but I quickly turn into me again. I feel that the house I am at belongs to my aunt, and I am expecting my cousin to answer the door. I feel a second of confusion where I wonder "wait, aren't I staying at this house? Why am I not just going in?" When the door opens, it is not my aunt or my cousin, but my grandma who passed away in July. She looks...confused...as am I, because she was not who I was expecting. She asks me to come in, which I do, and sit on the couch while she is in the kitchen doing something. She asks me how I've been and what I've been up to, and I try to fill her in. The whole time this is going on, I have the distinct impression of both confusion and surprise on both our parts. I am having a hard time remembering that her funeral was in July, and she seems to wonder what I'm doing here.

I should mention that having a dream about my grandparents, or anyone for that matter, after they die is *normal* for me. Usually it happens within a week after I find out, and it's some kind of happy dream where they find me, tell me they love me and we have some kind of "so what's new?" conversation. I was actually a little bit weirded out when it *didn't* happen when my grandma died this summer. I guess it just took longer this time, for some reason. I don't know if I'm just crazy or there's something like...going on there. =|

Dream, 2008-12-19

I am getting dressed to go to some kind of event, and my clothes have already been chosen and laid out for me. So what I end up wearing is some kind of white leather jumpsuit and this big navy blue scarf tied around my neck. I look at myself in the big mirror that takes up a whole wall and think "weird...whatever." I drive to the event in the white Miata my mom used to own. It is summer, and I have the top down, and the sun is setting so it's not too hot. I arrive at the event; it is in a room full of empty chairs. My brother is there, and he is wearing these jeans that are *way* too long for him. I try to help him pin up his jeans so they don't drag on the floor before the event can start.

Dream, 2008-12-14

I am wearing some kind of black leather dress, with boots and eyeliner and the whole deal. Sam's band is supposed to be playing some show, but for some reason their singer couldn't make it. He keeps telling me, as we stand out in the hallway near the stage, that I need to sing all their Megadeth songs. I tell him over and over "...you must be joking...not only do I not know the words to most of those songs, but I am *certain* you don't want *me* singing them." He tells me it doesn't matter, they need a singer, and I have to do it. I tell him "you don't understand, this is the kind of thing that would happen in a nightmare" (ha!).

Dream, 2008-12-08

I am in a split-level house. I go up some stairs into a kitchen, and Adam is there. The sink is full of dishes, all dirty, and I pick up a can opener and notice that it is rusty.

Then I am helping the people who live there (I think they're disabled?) get out to a van to take them somewhere. There is one very, very large man with a cane who tries to come down the stairs, and as I walk over to help him, he loses his footing and sort of oozes his way down the stairs. I'm a little weirded out; this whole house has a sort of Seven feel to it.

I go back up into the kitchen to see if there's anyone left, and Obama is there, sitting at a table, hard at work on a speech. He mumbles to himself as he works, which contributes further to the creepy feeling.

I pass someone on the main floor who tells me there's still one person unaccounted for, so I go looking for them. Unsuccessful, I finally work up the nerve to go check the basement.

I open the door, and there is a stairway straight down, similar to my Grandparents' house in Duluth. I slowly descend the stairs, a yellowish tile floor gradually coming into view with each step I take. When I reach the point where the ceiling stops blocking my view, I freeze; at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for me, is a small, shiny black statue. It reminds me of a combination of my cat statue I got in Ireland and the clicky guys from Princess Mononoke. This statue has a presence that terrifies me, and I turn and run up the stairs as fast as I can. I run up into the kitchen, looking for people, but it is empty, and when I turn around, the statue is at the bottom of the kitchen stairs; it has followed me. I begin to scream at the top of my longs with 100% hysterical terror.

At this point I am woken up; apparently I had been "sleep screaming" in a non-silent way.

Dream, 2008-12-04

I am swimming around in the outdoor pool of a large mansion. The sun is shining brightly from almost directly overhead and everything around me is crisp and clean. The water is cool and I am happy because I feel so free.

Then I am inside what feels like my apartment. Foy and Jeff are there, along with some other people (Laurence, Sarah and Tom?) and we are getting ready to eat dinner. Foy wants to put paprika on what she's eating, and is quite emphatic about how much better it will taste with paprika. I climb up on my counter and rummage around through the back of my cabinets, looking for paprika, which I find and hand to her.

Dream, 2008-12-01

It is night and winter. I am standing outside somewhere in the Research Park parking lot, and I know the Lich King is coming to kill me. I am with someone, but I'm not sure who. The Lich King arrives, and I manage to elude him by hiding around a building corner. He immediately, no pause in his stride, turns and goes another direction. I am relieved, and laughingly tell the person I'm with about how clever I am to have escaped. They are skeptical.

Then we are in some kind of large city, eating in a small, ground-level restaurant; it is still night out. We leave the building and walk out onto the sidewalk, when I see the Lich King coming for me. I freeze dead in my tracks as the person I'm with informs me that since he was unable to get to me, he took the time to go hunt down everyone I love and kill them instead; now he has returned for me. I am filled with sadness and shame that everyone I love is dead because I ran away from him.