Dream Journal !

So I think I am making this my dream journal. Because let's face it- I will not take the time to physically write out my dreams anymore. But I still love reminiscing those times.


This morning I kept waking up, falling asleep, and dreaming. They are usually the more fun dreams. I can only remember the last dream, however, at this time.

I was staying at someone's house... I did not know these people well. I know things happened randomly and seemingly - there is no order. So I will relate them in which I think they may have occured?

I was needing to change clothes, for whatever reason. So the owner-lady and her son?? were leaving and put me in a room to change. The room was full of windows and the son was in the room with me trying to block some windows with tinted windows and the owner lady was in the hallway doing the same thing. But there were still so many windows. So I tried crouching near a wall without windows to change. I guess I managed to do it?

I remember looking outside and a police officer (i suppose) had pulled up behind a trucker who got out of his cabin. The trucker had a little boy with him. I think the trucker was making the little boy do things that were bad. The cop made the man and the boy get on the front lawn of the house I was in. The boy was looking in the window at me kinda scared. And the trucker had a few of his buddies who were trying to intimidate the boy. I motioned to the boy to talk to the cop and tell him everything. So the boy started to I guess and two of the truckers threw their keys at the window and broke a window pane or two. Clearly they were not happy with my interference.

I was in the hallway with my sister. It was Friday (today) and she was off work. She was getting her girls ready to be taken on a "walk" around the block in their red covered wagon (something my mom does, not my sister). I saw Addie sleeping on the couch and didn't want to wake her yet, but accidentally woke her.

I was outside on the front lawn at a patio table with some other people. The owner lady was one and I don't know who else. I think it was all women. The truckers were all still outside and I was on the phone with the police to report what I had seen. I didnt tell the lady on the phone the address (because it was not my house and I didnt know it yet) or my name. The trucker men were leaving (there were maybe 6-10 men each with their own car). I was telling the lady on the phone that the men were leaving, but I had two of their keys. I realized that no one was left and I said "Well, they must have gotten their spare keys because no one is here anymore. They all left."

As I was on the phone I got up from the table and was walking toward the front door to get the address so I could tell her. I found one and started to tell her, but then realized it was the neighbors house and not the house I was staying in. So I walked to that front door. The lady asked me on the phone "Is this your second time calling for this matter?" And I said "No." The lady transfers me to someone else who is a man. I am going inside the house at this point and still havent given anyone an address or anything. This man is to take my information down. for some reason I now have red candy in my mouth. Like fireballs, but theyre sweet...more like the strawberry candies that are all gummy. Anyway, I had about 6-10 of those in my mouth (how did they get there? and WHY??) and I am unable to tell the guy ANYTHING. I realize this and realize my time is running low so I try to pull them all out of my mouth so I can tell him ANYTHING. But I can't get them all out, and am gumming/mumbling my way through communication with this man. I can mumble out my name and the first 6 digits of my phone number. As I round the corner for the last four I am completely unintelligible. So irritating. Eventually I am off the phone and realize I probably got nothing accomplished. I remember walking my way through the hallway where my sister was formerly preparing the children (and this is where the gumminess communication happened). I continued thru the hallway and ended up at the kitchen sink where the owner-man was standing. I with my candy in my left hand and a phone in the right, looking pathetic and frustrated, get a sympahetic chuckle from him.

I am outside with a bunch of people. Mostly there are little kids (13 and under, about 10 of them( and there are a few older people (17 and older, about 5 of us). We were all on a front cement stoop/porch area. I was sitting next to a guy (felt like Ben, but looked like no one I know. There really wasnt a face, actually, it was a really skinny body). Anyway, we were being told and telling stories. Similar to the labyrinth, where the wild things are, princess bride, etc. Something familiar and fantastical. I was a little sleepy and put my arm into the guy's next to me and laid my head on his shoulder. He said "Aww, are you nuzzling?" And I said "yes" even though I knew it wasn't technically nuzzling. Haha Which is probably why he then said "That's not nuzzling. Nuzzling is much closer" and he opened his body toward me and I nuzzled. I looked over and another guy was looking at me. The two guys knew each other and I wanted to say they were brothers (This one was akin to Elijah Wood). The other one looked sad, and I felt I had betrayed him? Although I couldnt imagine why, other than he wished I was nuzzling him. Haha Weird?

That's about all I can remember.