1. Dreamt that Niclas-das-Deustcher was around and Beth decided he was her victim, and wanted to make out with him. I told her yeah whatever, but then she actually DID and I got really really upset. I actually would kill her. I can see where this dream came from.

2. Dreamt I was in a cross between Gibraltar/New York/Microcentro in Buenos Aires, most of the businesses were closed but I found a place to get chocolate frozen yogurt..

3. Something about space travel… 

4. I was the singer Adele. She and I were one. I was brought into a studio exec’s office from HBO and the whole place was red velvet. The floor, the walls, the ceiling. Outside there was a picnic area with tiny old gravestones scattered about.

Dreamt I was standing in the big sloping front yard of my dads house and the neighbors were shooting fireworks off. They had a grenade launcher basically, and I could just barely see them through the trees, shirtless hillbillies. They didn’t realize that when they were launching them they kept going over into our yard. They weren’t pretty fireworks, just big loud cans that would explode.

Horrible dream about orange and black earwigs getting in my eyes.
Headache. Dammit.
Can’t wait to move, fucking mosquito invasion in here.

A sex dream about a not-real person, a kid way younger than me who was obsessed with Amar’e Stoudemeier! And his parents came home!

Worthless dream. 

This. Was. Insane.

It was the type of dream where I remember every single detail. Slowly they slip away, but if I had written everything down as soon as I realized what was going on, it would have been a novel. 

At night, walking down a flat, tree-lined street that had a pretty far view. Many other people were around. I looked up in the sky and saw a big constellation, but all the stars in it were glowing a dull, burned, reddish-orange, and you could actually see faint glowing threads of light connecting the stars, the way constellations show up in books. So a big, red, glowing constellation…okay.

This changed into more trippy shit, following little patterns around the sky. Then a UFO appeared….It wasn’t normal UFO shaped, it had almost two parts to it, but connected by a thin piece, similar to a wasp’s body. It was moving erratically through the sky, I paused to point it out to whoever I was with, saying “I TOLD you they see UFOs in Queens sometimes!!!!” (which is actually true). Immediately the UFO started hurtling off in one direction of the sky, but in a way that didn’t seem very controlled…. Within seconds it crashed in a massive explosion very far away. And seconds after that, everything became smoke, like clouds rolling in. From both directions. Then, looking down the street, epic, apocalyptic fire could be seen roiling and raging towards us, I turned around and the same thing was happening on the other side of the street. Eye-of-Sauron type fire was going to engulf…. the whole world.

People flipped out and ran into shelter to avoid the ash storm that descended. I went into a place that I think was a garden center/restaurant with some other people. JP was there. I don’t think I would let him go. Everyone was like “this is really happening right now??? Now? Is it because it’s 2012?? Will things ever be the same or is this literally the apocalypse??”

Usually this is the part in dreams where I start thinking “Hey now…..this is way way too insane to be real life. Why don’t you think about this for a bit, self.” Among the group of us, we were divided - some of us thought it was real, some of us thought we might just wake up. 

I could not BELIEVE that I actually woke up from that one. I was so convinced it was true.

*brought to you by melatonin. makes everything so intense!

Dreamt I was at my parents house, and we were frantically packing things into the car to survive the upcoming apocalypse. Not sure if it was Zombie Apocalypse exactly, but I was confused why no one else seemed to be worried about what was going to happen. Sort of like Y2K, we would have been those wackos who were stockpiling food and setting up camp out in the wilderness while everyone else was in denial, going about their normal business.

Whatever was going to happen, I remember moving a big crate of laminated pages of profiles of people from Skynet. Yeah, like Terminator Skynet. For each member of the family we had printed out 100 people before and 100 people after where we found their name in Skynet’s directory of everyone they were monitoring. Somehow we thought that after all this shit went down and nobody could access the internet, this information would help us somehow, mostly to track down who was responsible, who was friend and who was foe.

Another dream: I was on a motor yacht with some people on the top level. I was standing at the edge thinking about whether I wanted to jump in the water or not (I always feel guilty for not swimming when I have the opportunity to. (You’d think someone with years of intensive marine bio training and nothing but water in their astrological chart wouldn’t hate getting wet so much.) 

When I stood right on the edge of the yacht, it toppled over so much that I thought it was going to not capsize, but just lay there fallen over in the water, so I jumped off really quickly. Underwater I  was free diving and kept seeing so much cool stuff that I stayed down for a really long time, surprised at how long I could really hold my breath if I had to. I was seeing healthier reef than I had seen thusfar, caverns, sponges, nudibranchs, wrasses (wrasses are like the finches of the undersea, minus the singing), I knew I was getting a little turned around, which is my greatest fear in diving, and I turned to look up to see the bottom of the ship, but found I had swum down under a forest of Acropora palmata. Then I really was excited, there’s almost nowhere in the caribbean with elkhorn left, and definitely not the forests like they used to be! But I was running out of air.

Another dream where I was walking a dog on a leash and my cat Hazel on a leash at the same time. Hazel liked it. She would. We walked over to an ice puddle and I was trying to crack it all but underneath was deeper than I thought and I almost went up to my shins.

Long story short:

I could leave a duplicate of my body places.

Like I was sitting in a restaurant, then LEFT MYSELF SITTING AT THE TABLE to take a phone call outside, and was watching as some dude was trying to interact with my mostly-lifeless duplicate body.

I was on the phone and I was saying to the person “oh hold on, someone’s trying to mess with me inside I have to go yell at them.”

Nonstop dreaming, even though I forget a lot from the beginning I know it was pretty constant. Snuggles were had.

I always dream about big houses with multiple staircases where you don’t expect them. Like old old houses that have little servant staircases from the kitchen to the attic. In this dream I was with a bunch of people I knew in a big house in a town, but there was the zombie apocalypse happening. We couldn’t leave the house hardly at all, and I had already blasted away a bunch of zombies with guns and shit, but we all had to be on the lookout for more all the time. Torey was there. He’s gonna love it when I told him I had a dream about him. We were trying to hang out but couldn’t really relax because of the zombies. I found a tiny little black and white kitten with spiky silky fur that was so hungry. I kept trying to pick it up to take it around and find it some food,  but it wouldn’t let me, so I had to throw a blanket over it. I found some vanilla meal replacer to give to it, hoping it would be like milk and they could live on it.

Another dream where I was supposed to be watching a baby, in a little carrier. I was cool with that, but I had no instructions or supplies. I had to go over by Flushing & Broadway down the street from where I really live, under the elevated part of the J and M train, to go into a drugstore that was in three different places, and I couldn’t find any baby formula.

These were all a lot more detailed and interesting before, but I’m listening to music too loud and I can’t think.

Still kind of recovering from a 3 way phone call that woke me up from 2 of my old best friends…. gigglefest..

Dreamt that Max got really upset that I left for 3 days and was worried I was leaving forever, he found me on the sidewalk with a giant bouquet of calla lillies/white roses and was completely distraught and on the verge of tears.

Dreamt I went into a perfume store run by an old lady who was really pushy, kept trying to get me to buy this purple perfume that was okay, but too floral. The perfume wasn’t liquid, it was in pill form. You didn’t eat them but you rubbed them on yourself.

She kept asking me if I had paid for it yet and I kept trying to evade her, saying it was too floral and I liked heavier scents, like an amber colored one (Calvin Klein or Tom Ford or something) that was called “Front Desk” and smelled like Oscar de la Renta.

How often do you have a scent-filled dream?? Awesome!