Dream:

I was back in town visiting college.  It felt like home to me! It must have been some sort of reunion or homecoming, because lots of old friends were hanging out just like old times.  But, these weren't just college friends.  These were friends I had collected through out my whole life.  Everyone was mingling and having so much fun together. 

We were staying in the dorms, and getting settled in to spend the night.  There were so many people staying there that we had mattresses overflowing out of the rooms and spilling out throughout all the halls.  This made it even more fun because guys and girls, new friends and old friends, were getting that much more time to spend together. 

As we all settled in to our ready-made beds on the floor, (after plugging in all our cell-phones) and started the typical 'spend the night' ritual where conversations slowly drift off as people start falling asleep while others keep thinking of things they just have to say. Those are always the best conversations.  It was so peaceful... being surrounded by such companionship, and the sounds of people becoming so relaxed and happy.  The sound of the University Choir was coming from a distance and the music became corporate worship as it floated over us and we thanked God for this time together and praised Him for being the "Rock of Ages".  A few of the people joined in, adding beautiful harmonies to the chords of the already perfect song.  

But, slowly and suddenly at the same time... the mood started to change... We knew something was wrong and people started to worry.  Something wasn't right... something was going terribly wrong with the choir.  The company of slumbering people became a crowd of concerned individuals and a buzz of concerns replaced the peaceful sounds.  Rumors mentioned conflict, suicides, guns, death... I began to panic.  The choir director that had played an important role in my life, was not longer living his.  As I rushed to push through the crowd to get to him, I was unaware that I had no plan of what I would do when I got there.  The fight to push through the crowd was getting harder and harder, until I realized I was completely swimming upstream.  I stopped and listened to the rumors that were swarming around me.  That's when I realized.  The chaos around me had shift from concern for the teacher and student in the choir, to the panic for our own lives.  There was a gunman.  He was loose in the building. We were all running for our lives. 

I immediately stop going against the crowd and start letting the stampede sweep me up and take me with it. Everything was such a blur. 

Next thing I know, I'm in a classroom, in the dark... with at least a hundred other people. Just an hour or so before, I had been surrounded by the comfort of close companionship...now I felt alone in a room of strangers. We're all huddled together in our attempt to hide from the attacker, knowing that it was not going to be good enough.  This killer was blood-thirsty, and wanted us ALL to die.  The silence was deafening... you couldn't even hear the panicked breathing.  I start looking around the room for a better way to shield myself from the inevitable.  I spy 2 close friends, and I notice some tiny cabinets against the wall that could possibly conceal the three of us.  We hurry over and squeeze ourselves into the small, cluttered cabinets, and I regret every vegetable I've ever eaten to make me grow to be so tall.  The silence settles in again... except this time I can hear my own heartbeat... I'm wondering if its loud enough to give away the location of all these people. 

I was sitting in the most uncomfortable position, with my right knee up to my chest, my left leg stretched over my friend’s lap, with my body twisted and leaning most of its weight on my elbow.  I knew I couldn’t hold this position long.  I wished I knew where this gunman was… and what did he want? Why was he doing this?

Out of the silence we heard gunshots. One, then two…then so many you couldn’t count. They were coming from right below us. Because of our silence we could hear every detail… every scream, every plea, every bullet.  I even felt like I could hear every thought, every soul in agony.  Then everything went quiet. 

Was it over? Was he done?  How would this end? How would we know if it’s okay to come out?  I didn’t think my heart could beat harder or faster…

Just then someone busted through the door.  He was here! People scattered. Some froze. But he didn’t shoot… He acted as if there was no one else in the room. He walked straight through the parted sea of victims, straight toward the cabinets! He got down on the ground and inched his way closer to the cabinet doors.  As he opened it, time stood still.  I could see him lying on the floor, on his back, with the gun aimed right at my face. I gasped for air and grimaced I prepared to get shot between the eyes.  His finger pulled back on the trigger.

Click

Nothing.

He was out of bullets.

In that same instant, someone from the room came up from behind him and hit him over the head with a folding chair…

This is where this dream ends.

I woke up frozen in my body; my heart racing… the feeling of danger didn’t evaporate with the dream.  It had no resolution, no moment of relief… no real conclusion. 

Somehow, I went back to sleep.

I continued dreaming scenarios that were just as vivid and just as intense…life and death situations.  But fortunately for us both, I don’t remember them as clearly.

There are more plot lines and details from the dreams of the night that were before and after what I’ve shared… but I think its best to just forget this ever happened and move on.

Sinking, Singing, and Preaching

Ok, this dream came from last night...

I was at a lake on a pontoon boat with my mom and Kep, his two daughters and my brother and sister.  We were just having a normal 'out on the boat' lake day.  But, as the day went on I started to notice that the boat was sitting lower and lower in the water. It was like those two long round things under the boat were losing air.  It became harder and harder for the boat to move. So, we decide to go turn it back in to the place we rented it.  But, when we pulled up to the dock, we realized we were at the wrong place.  But, the boat was too messed up to go anymore.  There of course was some panicking going on about what to do about it.  There was some talk about canceling a credit card, or something.  My mom was trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation without the boat rental place finding out about the problem, because apparently she was hoping to get a new job with them.  Then someone who lived nearby offered us a miniature one person boat (that looked a lot more like a shop-vac) to use to tow the pontoon boat home.  So, I hop on board the shop-vac tow boat and pull the sinking pontoon boat with everyone else on it back to our dock.  Once we got there, we all wanted to swim but soon realized that the water was not safe.(?) Then we had a conversation about how fish could only see two colors. Green and Red.  We were all hungry, so I went and got the bucket full of shrimp that I had caught earlier that day and we went inside to boil them.

Then I dreamed that I was joining a choir... There was nothing unusual about this scene.  It could have been a real life thing.  I was just introduced as the new kid, was sight-reading all the music like a champ, and looking for the slot on the wall where I was supposed to keep my new choir folder.  Nothing out of the ordinary, except I was in some place I've never seen before and with a bunch of people I'd never met before.  I was singing alto.

Night before last I dreamed a really intense crazy dream that I can barely describe.  I was with a group of people and apparently we had all just woken up from a dream (yes, a dream inside of a dream) and discovered that we had all dreamed the same thing! This was a huge deal... and we started to piece together the details of this common dream from everyone's different perspectives.  We soon realized that this dream was given to us with huge meanings and implications that we had to figure out.  We were really scared.  For some reason we had to relocate and so we were rushing down a street trying to get to a new building.. as that was happening, I began praying that God would give us wisdom in interpreting the dream, and that he would keep us all safe.  There was one man in particular that I was pleading with God to protect... this man is a pastor of a church that's on my support team.  When we get to the new location, its a kinda like a banquet room with tables and chairs with a little stage area.  I get up on the stage and get everyone's attention and basically start preaching passionately to the group... Thats all I remember.

Past Pastor...

Here's a slightly more normal (or at least less psycho) dream.  I figure I need to share more of the less dramatic ones..

Last night I dreamt I was at the church I grew up in. (Let me remind all you faithful readers... that I dream about this church at least once a week!)  I went into the sanctuary to listen to the sermon.  The man giving the sermon used to be the pastor there.. but now he lives in another part of the state.  He was laying out the importance of reaching the college campus.  So of course I was so excited!  I was thinking he was going to encourage everyone to join my support team.  But as the sermon came to a close he announced that the church was going to go through a very difficult complicated process to team up with some ministry in Indiana...it was going to take several months to get it started.  I was really disappointed! Didn't they know they could very easily support me?  right now! here in Alabama??  I was really sad.. so I went to the pastor's office and asked him those things... he was beating around the bush, dodging my questions.. so I looked him in the eye and said "Tell me straight up. Do you plan on ever joining my support team?" ... he looked at me with a straight face and said "No." 

So, I started sobbing (my dream self is so much more emotional than my real self...).  I started telling him how hurt I was over that... This was my home church, for goodness sake! I have other churches who are supportive of me! They should be supportive too! Didn't they know that they meant something to me? Did I not matter to them??

That's all I remember. 

[Side note: United Methodist preachers get moved around every few years... so I had a handful of preachers that could have played that part in my dream...]

But... (cue the twilight zone music)...

I got an e-mail this afternoon that said that THAT very same preacher joined my support team.

what do you think? weird? coincidence? 

til next time!

4 months later...

Its been a long time since i've blogged about my dreams... but its not for lack of material! I've still been dreaming almost every night... mostly silly stuff.. its just so time consuming to type them out in all their bizarre-ness.

But, this morning I woke up determined to write out what I had just dreamed, since they were so heavy. I had two different dreams.

The first one:

I was in a dark room with two other people, a girl and a guy.  The three of us were about to participate in some crazy ungodly practices (like witchcraft or something...). Whatever we were about to do, it was highly illegal, let alone probably satanic/blasphemous.. We were sitting in a circle with a small fire pit in the middle with some contraption made of sticks and rope hanging above and around it. I was VERY unsure and uncomfortable about it to say the least, but the situation was kinda like "we've tried everything else.. this is the next logical option to accomplish our task" and the other two were completely sold on the idea that this was 100% necessary.  Apparently we were trying to make some scientific discovery... Right before they started (by lighting the fire) I felt too uncomfortable and I left.  After some random dream time (included a lap around the outside of a walmart...) I decided to go back and check on them.  They had disappeared, and as I was checking out the room, I got "caught" in the room by authorities, and it looked like I had done the whole thing by myself... this was a HUGE deal because whatever it was they did was like a federal offense... fast forward to some extreme interrogation where I'm hesitant to reveal information about the other 2 people because when I was in on it, we had made a pact not to tell anyone anything about it.  But, since I was innocent I decided that it was ok for me to tell the truth.  There was a very slim chance that my lawyers would be able to get me out of it, but my alibi was going to be useful...

just to fill in some details about the emotional setting of this dream.. I was completely devastated, my life was in ruins.. no one trusted me, not even my family... all while knowing I was 100% innocent.

This was national news.. I was on all the news stations (very similar to the Casey Anthony trial).  I dreamt the entire court process, which took place in a huge arena type place (for several dream hours)... including all the emotions of knowing I could be sentenced to life in prison at any moment.  Everyone thought I was guilty... everyone looked down on me... I had no one.

It was intense... very emotionally draining.

this kinda flowed into the 2nd dream..
I just realized that I would have too much trouble explaining it...  it included a terrorist attack, a futuristic system to protect ourselves..it was so unlike any real thing that exists.  It included different levels of existence.. some for different generations..  yeah.. i can't even begin to describe it.

If this is my brain NOT on drugs... I'd never want to find out what it'd be like on drugs.

bizarrrre... typical.

This one's kinda morbid... I'm really tempted to leave out the gorey details... but there wouldnt be much left.

So you know in Inception they say you can tell you're dreaming when you don't remember how you started doing what you're doing, or where you were just before that moment...? Dreams don't really have a beginning... you just start in the middle.  Wellll thats how this is.  it started in the middle of this situation ( the details are really fuzzy). I think I had just met some cousins - a man and a woman- that I never knew existed (on my dad's side... his age) and some how they had died..  We were afraid that we were going to be blamed or framed for their death/murder.  I don't know if we really had murdered them, or if it was an accidental thing that was going to put us in a bad situation...  We ( I dont really know who 'we' was) had to hide the bodies and the evidence and that consisted of chopping one of the bodies up into little pieces and hiding them in a barn that was full of junk and set it on fire..... slowly, characters from GREEK started to morph into the scenario..(probably because of the episodes about accidentally burning down a house and trying to hide it..) So then there were a ton of people that were in on trying to hide the crime and protect themselves from being caught/framed.  At one point, we thought we were going to be caught because I found out that my mom knew my email password and had been secretly reading my emails for months, and she saw where I had met the two people that had gone missing.  

A lot of times the most important aspects of my dreams aren't the situations in them but the emotions that the dream portrays... the thing that stuck with me about this dream was the eerieness and the paranoia and fear and anxiety.  It was just so dark and twisted and scary.

Ha, anyone who reads this is going to think I'm nutty and is going to think twice about being friends with a psycho like me..  Don't be scared.. It was just a dream!

Dusty Baker cameo

I had a dream within a dream. I was in a cafeteria and apparently I was at school. I don't know what age I was because there were people there I've known since elementary school and college. I was working on a math puzzle and was telling them about my baseball dream I had.  I was pitching, and doing really well until Dusty Baker (yes, the cub's manager) came up to bat and hit a "whirley twirley" (a triple). The runners were running around the bases backwards (clockwise instead of counter clockwise) when I was done with that dream/telling them about my dream I was back in the lunchroom and needed to hurry to class bc I was thinking about signing up to for a club. 

The end!

Dream Collage

So, I haven't updated in a while, so here are bits and pieces of what I've been dreaming about.

The other night I had a dream that started out as an 'orientation' type ordeal for Survivor (the tv show) because me and my mom were going to go on it as partners.  We were on an island, getting a feel for what it was going to be like.  I remember that we were really hungry, and there were elephants that we could ride. hahah.  Then as the dream continued it began to be more like an orientation for Beach Project... and then it became CCP (cross-cultural project - an overseas mission), and we were in an auditorium discussing the trip.  There was a girl there that I went to elementary and middle school with.  In my dream, she also went to my highschool for the last couple of years but spent a couple of years away at another school.  I was so excited to be working alongside an old friend, and the whole group started to build a real camaraderie for the trip.  But the girl pulled me aside.. she told me she had some concerns she wanted to talk about with me.  Apparently, when she had come back to my school in high school I never seemed too interested in being friends with her.  Looking back on my time in high school, I realized that I hadn't made any effort to be her friend (probably because in real life she didnt really come back to my school)  regardless, I felt terrible, and I started begging for her forgiveness.  I was confessing how selfish and snobbish I had been in high school to have ignored her.  I tried to reassure her that I had changed and that I was deeply committed to building a friendship with her now and to labor alongside her on this mission trip.  After I woke up, I realized how weird it was that I dreamt about this girl.. I had barely thought twice about her since middle school (which, believe it or not, was almost 10 years ago).  Then, that day, she popped up on my news feed on facebook... I didn't even know we were facebook friends... [insert twilight zone music]

I've been dreaming about my Illinois family a lot lately.  A couple nights ago I dreamt that my brother was up there visiting, and my Aunt Beth called my mom... she was on the porch talking, and I could over hear her end of the conversation.  Apparently, they were all suggesting that my brother had turrets...  We were very offended by the suggestion but then i started piecing together 'fake, dream' memories, and it started to make sense... (by the way, my brother does not have turrets, and has not shown any signs of it...BUT James Durbin from American Idol does...)

Last night I dreamed I was at the Kolowski's house-- but it was a different dream-house that I've never actually been to before.  It was gigantic! and soo nice.  But, almost every room was a bathroom... there were a ton of places to take a shower... it was a good thing too, cause we all needed to take a shower cause we had just got done swimming and it was getting really late.  (I don't remember when or how this fit into the dream, but at one point someone had spilled grape juice upstair and it started leaking through the ceiling into the REAL Kolowski kitchen...)

When I woke up this morning, I interrupted a dream that I was in a huge classroom filled with a ton of people who were playing hangman or wheel of fortune on a chalkboard.  the category was music lyrics, and it was my turn to go.. but I could NOT think of any.  And when I did, i'd start writing the letters on the board instead of blanks so I'd have to think of something else. it was a high pressure situation because everyone was waiting on me and i was holding up the game.

til next time....

March 11/12

I dreamt that I got my camero back. I was 'test driving' it around a shopping center. The brakes weren't working!! So, I couldn't stop! And I drove straight into a swimming pool! I immediately call my dad and as I'm on the phone with him I pull it out of the water...by myself..like it was nothing.  We decided it might be ok... the car may be as wet as when it rains really hard.  So it was still drivable, but the brakes were very hard to use.

Then I went into a store and wanted to try on something. I went into the dressing room, which was more like a booth in the middle of the store built out of plywood.  The fitting room only covered me from the waist down! So everyone in the store could still see me. Obviously I refused to try on the dress or whatever, and decided to just buy a cellphone instead. As I was checking out the lady told me she wasn't sure the new phone would work with verizon... then I decided I didn't even want or need a new phone cause I love the one I have.

I dreamt some other stuff too, but the last part of my dream was something about selling smoothies or other original concoctions at this outdoors store.  My brother, cousin, and ex-boyfriend were there helping me.  By the end of the dream we were serving hotdogs with applesauce, ketchup mustard, mayo and cheese. It was a hit. (Clearly time for me to wake up.)

March 6/7

I don't even know if I can do justice to this crazy dream I had.

I was in my highschool parking lot, and needed a ride home.  I was waiting for hours!  (I had a long conversation with a couple of ppl I went to highschool with about Jesus and my testimony) Then two professors from college pull up and offer to give me a ride home! So I get in.  Then an adventure begins! Apparently it had been snowing terribly! The roads were awful, and the 5 min drive home was long and dangerous! I was scared for our lives... I really did not know if we would make it.  The driver was not being careful, and we were literally freezing to death. If we didn't crash, or make it to my house quick enough we were going to die a cold death. But finally! We got to my front yard, but we were so cold and quickly losing life, we were crawling with the only ounce of energy we had left... people from inside my house rushed out to help us. We were in bad shape.  So bad...we were melting/morphing into the snow.  They started scooping us up to take us inside... placing our mangled bodies in buckets.....

.......

What the heck??
I know. Its so weird.

On a lighter note
I also dreamt (in the same night) that I was at a mall, and I bought a nerf gun.  I was practicing shooting it, and it was making a loud noise that was echoing throughout the mall.  Some authority figure came and told me that 3 store managers were going to press charges for disturbing their business.  I went around to the managers to beg for their forgiveness and to beg them to not press charges against me.  I only went to the first 2 before I woke up. At the second store, there were a ton of alpha gams there. That's all.

Hahaha! Weird.

March 1/2

Last night I had a really intense series of dreams.  Nothing too dramatic was happening, but the dreams were so vivid, I kept waking up, very confused about where I was.  The dreams took place at a beach project, and I had lost my phone on the beach... there was some contest going on about collecting scrap metal... and at one point I was at a store trying to buy a bathing suit coverup...  but after each thing I would go 'home' and go to sleep.  the only thing that really made these dreams 'blog-worthy' was the fact that I kept waking up (in real life or within the dream) and not having a clue where I was.  It was a terrible feeling.  And I couldn't make it stop.

I don't remember the exact day/night I had this dream. I dreamt that I was in some choreographed glee/show choir thing.  The whole performance was almost perfected, except I notice 2 mistakes from my section.  Whoever the director was wouldn't listen to me, but I knew I was right. He tried to call me out in front of everyone and made a big scene. (Really not a big deal) but! I woke up sooo angry! I was livid!  I had to calm myself down and remind myself that it was only a dream before I could go back to sleep! 

I don't mind having crazy dreams that I remember the next day, but I have not liked dreaming and waking up in the middle of the night over them!

Here's to hoping that doesn't happen tonight!

Finally, more dreams

This is going to sound crazy, but I haven't dreamt much since I went to the chiropractor. Well, really I've still been dreaming but I don't remember them!

But,
Feb 19/20
I dreamt that I was in another country with a group of people I know, and we were in a shopping mall (shocker) and there was some high alert emergency or something and they went into lock down and weren't going to let us leave, so obviously, me and Erin Duncan turned into mosquitos and flew away.
Also, there was some really emotional thing happening with a close friend of mine but he wouldn't talk to me about it and I was really worried about him.

Feb 20/21
I had a strand of dreams that involved the titanic.  One part was trying to escape it since it was sinking, another part was my mom telling me stories of when her and my dad were on the titanic, and another was being on the titanic trying to convince 4 'victims' that it would be ok to play a board game with me. 

I know, its bizarre.

Dreams? What dreams?

Feb 12/13

Something about karaoke, laundry, not having shoes, running from someone, a shopping mall, larger than life board games, and i think maybe las vegas...

Sooo there has been a sudden change in my dreaming habits.. I have still been dreaming, but Friday and Saturday I could not remember anything about my dreams. I could only remember that I had a dream about something.  Then this morning I can only remember little things. Obviously, I'm used to having lots of vivid, detailed dreams..  but, I've been waking up feeling so refreshed, though! 

Only because of this blog, I've noticed a couple more patterns, at least recently.  Stores and shoes. (needing, looking for, trying on or not having shoes). I don't know what it means, but there ya go!

February 9/10

I was at IUMC at some sort of reunion for my old youth group.  I was in the kitchen washing dishes with Ashlee, a friend from college-not from youth.  I went to use the restroom but it was being completely remodeled so I had to go down stairs.  The downstairs bathroom had been completely remodeled and now was a very luxurious room with bathtubs.  In dream world, there was a door to a closet in the church where we all had left our hand prints and names.  When we looked for the door, we thought they had painted over it and we were really upset. Then we realized they had just covered it with paper and you could easily peal it back and see what we had left there several years ago.  My hand print was red and green and had my name and my ex-boyfriend's name, as if we had had only one hand print.  He was there, and we both looked at it and recognized how naive we had been.

Next, I was dreaming I was at Montevallo, and attending a formal celebration- celebrating montevallo in general and graduation.  We were all sitting in white folding chairs in rows.  Behind me there were all the bus drivers for Montevallo (we all know in real life there are no such thing..) there were dozens of them.  They were talking about how they had really seen a change at montevallo for the better over the last couple of years.  The details they were describing implied there had been a spiritual movement in the culture of montevallo, and how much more of a joy it was to work with the students there.  I was overwhelmed with excitement for the ripple effect that was happening from the lives of students being impacted by Christ, to the faculty, and to the southeast!
Then there was a speech from some head honcho, who was talking about renovating fuller, and he announced that Main would also be renovated! The crowd cheered! 
All the graduates lined up, preparing to go graduate(that included me).  Apparently we had to wait in line to take one final graduation test. It was going to be ten questions.  I was in line next to a friend who used to go to montevallo but transferred a couple years ago.  Everyone around us was nervous that they may fail this last test, but we had a defiant attitude. There was no way we were going to let them not graduate us over a 10 question test, when we had spent 4 years passing classes.  Then the dream kind of just ended.

February 8/9

I didn't think i'd post about the dreams from last night cause they're just random, but I remembered the idea of this blog is to help make sense of it all.

I dreamt that my aunt Beth took me shopping and I had a $100 gift card.  I had purchased 3 things but I only remember one.. an awkward pair of capri's that we were trying to return.

After that, I dreamt I was in a taco bell with people I don't know in real life. Apparently one of the guys (who was indian) didn't know anything about his family, and I had secret information about his mom.  I was trying to tell him without any one else knowing (I was trying to pass a note)
Then the focus changed, because another dream-friend showed up, apologized for being late, and offered to get us discounts on our food cause she worked there.  The taco bell had become more of a formal restraurant, and she went to a computer moniter and start pressing buttons to apply the discount and reimburse us for the extra money we paid.  Then the manager started eyeing us like we were up to no good, cause we were cheating the system.  Everytime we help ourselves to refills she acted like we were theives.

I only remember a 'still frame' from a 3rd dream I had. I was in a house, and there was something to do with a kid. That's all I got.

Til next time...

Once Upon a Dream!

Another common theme is theatre.  I have had countless dreams about College Night.. but most of the time we're not in Palmer, we're in my high school's auditorium. College Night is this week, so that's probably why it popped up last night, but it is something that I dream about often.


February 7/8-

I dreamt that I was in the Purple show... I had a very small part.. we were in a scene that was in a old country store and I didn't know the dance I was supposed to do.  I kinda made it up as I went, but it didnt matter cause there were so many people on stage doing so many different things, that no one really noticed or cared.  The next night, I still didn't know the dance, but I didn't even get the chance to try because me and some other girls that I apparently lived with were running late (because I couldn't find any shoes to wear) and we actually missed the whole performance all together. 

Also, the Gold show was something about being "clean" and they kept making digs at the purples about "cleanliness" hahah, i don't even know.

I've really gotta start bloggin this stuff earlier in the day, cause I coulda told you so much more about this dream earlier today.  Maybe I'll remember more details tomorrow.


ALSO,  one night a couple weeks ago I dreamt that I was a waitress at a Cracker Barrell and we were preparing for George W. Bush to come there to eat.  I think it was a holiday.  Now, this is crazy right here... Tonight I went to a Cracker Barrell in Attalla, AL to meet with a couple about Campus Outreach... I've never even been to Atalla, let alone the Cracker Barrell.  OK, I know you're probably thinking that every Cracker Barrell in the daggum nation looks the same... but it was a very odd deja vu feeling. 


I also want to point out that I don't have any crazy beliefs about my dreams, like they're speaking to me, or predicting the future or anything.  I think a lot of the ideas that dreams are magical or whatever is hocus pocus... but if you haven't caught on yet, my dreams are weird, and I just don't know what to think about them sometimes.

I told you! I dream A LOT!

There are a few things a dream about fairly regularly.  I'm hoping keeping this blog will help me notice more patterns.  I'll mention them as I go.  I have had several spiritual-type dreams that are also very emotional.  I'm not an outwardly emotional person in real life, but in these dreams I'm not holding back at all.  I've also been dreaming about highschool a lot.  I think its because I'm living at home again.

February 5/6-

I had a dream that a friend of my dad's had died.  I was hysterically crying and intensely regretting not having shared the gospel with him.  I really don't remember anymore details than that, but you can bet that weighed heavy on me all day Sunday.

February 6/7-

This morning I could have given you a ton of details of this dream, but now I'm only remembering pieces. (another reason I'm starting this blog.. I forget these dreams!)  I know at one point I was in the choir room from highschool. I was teaching math, and then I was teaching something where we needed instruments.  Something super dramatic was happening and I ended up having to "check-out" of school and leave early...

Also, I dreamed I was at a women's retreat with C.O. and I was talking to sara parker about time management. haha, random.  Renee was there, and she was giving us all relationship workshop type activities to do.  I had some big epiphany (that doesnt make sense in real life) that I just had to explain to Renee. It was something about realizing I was single, but I had been acting like or thinking like I was in a relationship. I dunno.  This retreat was at "the river" but it had been raining a lot lately and everyone was concerned about us being safe while we were there, because the water was rushing really fast like rapids and was really murky and muddy.  But, we were still going to swim in it, and I couldn't wait.  (we never did though.)


That's all I got.

At some point, I'm going to write about the time I dreamt Amy's arm got bitten off by an alligator... and other old dreams that I feel are worthy of recording.

Oh, one time recently I dreamt Kristin had a baby.. she was named Kendall Grace.
I'm super sleepy right now, so I'll go get some more material! Goodnight!

I should be dreaming right now.... but...

Ok, so, like my last entry, most of these will probably come from my phone.  That's why the capitalization and punctuation and such may be off. 

February 4/5 -

I dreamt I was on the quad at Montevallo, walking with a couple of friends.  There were a ton of people around that I knew, some were from college, some were from highschool.  All of a sudden, all of my highschool friends who (in dream world) had also gone to montevallo, crossed paths.  We all talked about how it was such a shame that we all went to college together but never really kept in touch... and that we should have a get together for the 10 or 11 of us that were there.  I specifically remember Stephen Butt, Brandiese Berry, and Allison Shaw and Kim.

Then, scene changes a bit, cause all those people were gone, and now I'm in the back of a pick up truck with a bunch of Alpha Gams.  We're riding down that road in front of the delta chi house toward downtown montevallo. By the time we get to the light and turn left, we are no longer in a pickup truck, but now we are all riding horses... in formal dresses. Because, obviously, we're on our way to an ATO date party.  We get to the ATO house, and each of us is worried that our dates, who had asked us to come via facebook, would be awkward for any reason.  I go into the house, nervously looking for my date who I don't know very well... (flashback to a real life scenario right there!) At some point... the ATO house becomes very similar to a gigantic shopping mall, with escalators and different 'stores' where you and your date could do all kinds of different fun stuff... I can't describe it, but it was awesome.  BUT, I still don't know where my date is.  So I'm looking around, and find some dorm rooms... where I run into an old frenemy (who I had dreamt about a couple nights before) I preceded to tell her about how I had dreamt about her recently. btw, this girl appears in my dreams semi-often. 

Since its been several days, I don't remember much else of the 'plot' of the dream.. but I know it ended with some characters from the tv show GREEK, and the house inflating.

At some point in this dream, and I'm not sure when... I was in Main, the dorm I lived in in college, climbing up the middle stairs.  (I also dream about Main a lot)  BUT, when I'm on the 2nd or 3rd floor, the stairs are really damaged and I start getting really anxious about going up them...  There were other people with me that were takin' em like champs, but I was certain that I would fall to my death over them.  There was also a point in the ATO "shopping mall" house where there were weird stairs I had to go on to get into a certain room.  Apparently stairs were a theme... there were nasty dungeon-y stairs going into the ATO house, and multiple escalators. 

i dont really expect anyone to read this blog, even though part of me wishes you would.  the other part tells me you dont care about the insanely detailed dreams i have every night.  which is probably good since these are actually messages from my subconscious.  who knows what its telling me. basically, this blog is more for me than you, but for the slight chance that you are as intensely intrigued by my dreams as i am, read along.