marilyn monroe was alive and thirty years old, and patrick dempsey was some sort of VIP kind of guy and twenty y/o. they started dating illicitly, and she got pregnant. some other guy (maybe dempsey's father?) cornered marilyn down at a creek with a large tree next to it. he knocked her down, and i think he made her take her clothes off. her belly was very big with the baby, and he was screaming at her. then he stomped down on her stomach and left. she started bleeding and laid down under the tree. patrick found her and was crying and wanting to know who did this. she told him, and i think she went to the hospital.

the next thing i remember, i was sitting in my room trying to gather evidence for them, and someone was outside of the house trying to tap into my computer and steal information. he was also going to kill me. i kept trying to dial 911, but it wouldn't work. i was hiding my stuff on my computer, too. somehow he got into my room, and that's all i remember.

there was some sort of dirty merchant. we were in a backwoods place. he had a trashbag with stuff he was selling. one of the things he was giving away for free was a kitten. she was a calico and reminded me of margie, except that she had a lot more white on her. she was so cute, and i was holding her. i decided that i was going to take her. he also had a live hog in the bag. it was really weird looking, though. it looked like the top of its body had sort of been sliced open, except that was just how it was born. you could see the edges of bones and pink inside. not bloody because he wasn't injured. just pink. it went down to the end of his neck, and then the rest was normal. he was brown and scary looking.

i woke up when my cat jumped on me. another one was on the floor still. it scared the shit out of me. i don't know how the cats opened the door, but they managed to do it and get into my room. i don't know why they were in there. very strange.

first dream:
i was several years older than i am now but living back home with my parents after a divorce. i also had two children that had bunk beds in the room next to mine. i woke up at 8:30am because i thought i heard one coughing and crying a little bit. there was no sense of dismay or panic or anything in this dream. i think i was happy in it. i was a little disoriented when i actually did wake up at 7:30am, though. i couldn't figure out at first whether i'd slept all day into the next or what.

second dream:
someone slandered me in her journal. someone i didn't know. i thought to myself that the online world was a very strange place, and that i should probably reduce my online presence to none. a strange feeling induced by this dream has been with me since i woke up.

another really disjointed series of images and feelings. i was at some sort of mardi gras party at nathan's parents' summer house in new orleans (which doesn't exist, btw). i kept looking for a costume, and i was getting very disappointed. nathan kept asking where mitchell was. some guy had crashed nathan's new bmw. not really crashed it. dented it. he was sitting on a couch complaining about what an idiot he was.

there were a lot of colors. that's all i really remember.

disjointed. there was a boy in my house. it was my birthday. i think he was there to fix something. he looked young, and he flirted with me. i kissed him, and we ended up in my room. he was only eighteen. i laughed and thought of all the jokes my friends make. we ate cake and talked and made out.

i don't know if it was the same boy or a different one, but i was in love, and he had to go to asia somewhere. it was home. we were going to be married, but he had to talk to his parents about me first. he also wanted to get the traditional stuff for the wedding. this included a sword that was in three pieces and made of bone and horn. it was beautiful. i don't think his parents wanted him to marry me.

i was out at sea. lost. there was a dock coming up. i remember his eyes were so dark, and the sea was so blue.

i keep having dreams in which my hands are either bound or removed. =\

i was lying in a field of dead, grey sunflowers. he was the only color there and so bright. my eyes hurt, and i couldn't stand to look at him. he told me he was going to save me from the idea of myself.

i turned around, and the field was gone. there was nothing. nothing at all.

i smiled.

there was some sort of race. i intentionally lost.
people in rooms. across a large part of the highway from each other. it was night time. anxiety. something important.
....

then i was in some sort of old theater building or something. things in there with sharp teeth. like ghosts but wanting to eat people. i'm one of them, but i'm trying to help people instead of the sharp-toothed things. then outside. hills. inside/outside, not sure. a thing with sharp teeth. before i kill it, i have to remove its teeth. i do that. i save them in a tupperware. the teeth can be made into tools. into needles and beads and such.

after i killed them all, i removed my teeth in a decrepit bathroom over the sink. i think someone is in there with me. a friend. i don't want to bite anyone. thought about a dentist appointment soon. i could get false teeth. there's a lot of blood because i've cut my fingers on the teeth trying to remove them, and my gums are bleeding from the holes where my teeth were.

we were at some kind of haunted house, and we found out that the monsters were real. it was too late, though. the four of us were already bitten - already changing. one of the boys (my boyfriend??) and me were turning into werewolves, but the process was slow (slower in girls), and we could be killed like regular people until we changed. we didn't want to be monsters.

we ended up putting up some graffiti to make people think we'd died. we didn't want these scary freaks to find us. the monsters weren't just monsters. they were psycho. they figured it out, and they found us. we ended up in some house. they had all of these weird things. they were trying to figure out if they wanted to make us into something worse. i can't explain it. there was a guy hanging on the door that had a sort of hammer head. he looked like he should be dead, but he wasn't, and he was going to be like that forever. they had table saws and things like that, and electrical things. i kept trying to run away, and they'd catch me. the second time they caught me, and a blonde boy held this circular saw to my face by my mouth. he was laughing. i cried and begged him please not to do that and that i wouldn't run away anymore. he put down the saw and put me back into the room with everyone.

the phone rang, and i woke up.

they've been very disjointed and full of murder.
here are some bits i do remember:

- janene and i broke into a building on the fourth of july at night. there were two people minding their own business in a cafeteria-like area. we reached up for some fire-escape type stairs (but inside the building), and went into the "pathology lab" where they were creating all kinds of weird things. this included a bunny-squirrel with pink eyes. it looked like a rabbit, but it had squirrel fur and coloring. it was also a janitor, and would hop around picking up trash in its teeth. then it would hop to the trashcan, get up on its hind legs, and drop the trash inside. janene and i left because i wanted to work there, and it wouldn't be good if i got caught breaking in.

- there was a very tiny bird inside starchy's ear. he kept calling it a sapsucker, but it had implanted its beak into the inside and was drinking his blood. it didn't drink enough to harm starchy in any way. he just had a bird living in his ear.

- there were bodies and at some point i was being chased.

i was on some sort of ship in the ocean with two other girls. we were the only people onboard. i was pregnant and about to give birth. one of the girls was my age, and the other one was around 13 or so.

parts of the ship were rusty, and we needed to clean it up before my parents got there or the ship sank. the younger girl started scrubbing at the rust with some sort of brush, and it came off. all of us started scrubbing at the rust. i was down in some sort of large tube. the rust was coming off really easily. then the contractions started.

they were excruciating. the pain was absolutely unbelievable, and i kept holding my belly and thinking something was wrong. the girl that was my age had my head in her lap and was crying. i don't know where the other one was.

there was a whale in the ocean that had just had a baby. i could see it from the air. the baby was being supported by the mother's back as she brought it up for air. they were enormous and beautiful and next to the ship, but i don't know if i was seeing them from the ship or from somewhere above the ship.

i knew something was wrong. my hips hadn't expanded. i wasn't dilated, and the baby was stuck. i didn't want it to die inside of me. i wanted it to be okay.

i woke up. my mother was sitting next to me. i think i was in a bed, but i'm not sure. i didn't move. only my eyes were open. i asked, "what happened?"

"it's a boy," my mother said.
"is he okay? is he normal?"
she said he was beautiful and just fine.

i felt that there was something wrong with my tummy, and then i really didn't want to move.

"did they have to cut him out of me?"
"yes."

i started to cry. i also knew that the cut in my tummy wasn't a small or a straight cut. it was jagged, the stitches were large. it was going to leave a very large scar. my mother told me that there was also a cut on my right breast a couple of centimeters below the nipple. it was small, the stitches were small. i don't know why they had to cut me there.

i saw the whales again. the mother was supporting the baby again. they were still beautiful, and the ocean was so blue.

very disjointed. there was some sort of lackey to some kind of serial killer that had been resurrected from the dead or something. he'd kidnapped us in this car that nothing could stop. it could drive right over water if it had to. there were other resurrected killers that wanted to use us in experiments, but they were all very subservient to whoever the main one was. i never saw that one in my dream. sometimes we were cats. the killers were melty. there was also a large oven. i remember i kept trying to arrange pots and pans and things in this oven to make them neat and fit right. we had to pass the time while we were being held prisoner in this room.

at one point, i was sitting in the other room with these killers. they were watching tv. waiting for the big thing. drag queens that were also basketball players (but not rodman, we specifically talked about how it wasn't rodman in my dream) were on the tv. i said one of them was nice to look at. the resurrected killers laughed. some extremely fat lady that was really a man and wearing some sort of red pleather outfit kidnapped the other people that were with me. they were cats at the time, though. then while she ran away, the killers started looking for the other people. after they realized they were gone, they started shaking me and asking me where. i told them a man that was dressed as a woman in red pleather took them.

i think the lackey of the killers fell in love with me and didn't want me to die, but i was going to have to die anyway.

a couple of nights ago-

i was in the womb. the IUD my mother had was in there with me. so was my twin. we weren't really male or female yet. i couldn't see, but it didn't bother me because i didn't know about sight. my twin and i would talk, but i don't know what language it was. it wasn't spoken. it wasn't telepathy, either. i loved my twin very much.
the IUD bumped my twin and injured it. it was going to die, and we were both very sad about it. i told my twin that i would absorb it if it wanted me to so that it could live a little bit through me. it said okay, and i did. it took a very long time, but it didn't hurt either of us. we kept talking almost all the way through it, and then toward the end, my twin wasn't talking to me anymore. i still felt it, though.

i was sitting in the media room on the couch underneath the window. i stood up on the couch, and looked through the window to the little ledge beneath it on the outside. there was a sort of hollowed out part of it, and a bunch of baby snakes of varying size/coloring were curled up asleep in it. one of the larger ones with a head no bigger than my big toe came out, i opened the window, and i was going to catch it i think, but instead i ended up crushing its poor little skull and killing it. my cat smokey grabbed it and carried it around the house like some sort of trophy.

there was more to the dream before this, but i can't remember it anymore.
we were in some sort of motel in the middle of some sort of desert. there was a group of us. one of the men in the group was dead. the motel seemed to be deserted, but all of the rooms were locked except for one. another guy and me went into it, and we were excited that we found a room, but then i noticed there were still things there. i told him that the person hadn't checked out yet. i pointed out all of the things, and the guy said that the person probably just left them there. i argued and said that there was too much important stuff for it to just have been left. i left the room, but he stayed.

i guess he ended up dying or disappearing or something. there was something about a dress made from aluminum cans.
the dead guy that was with us.. i don't know if anyone else knew he was there. he was trying to make me go to that room. i think it had been his room. and there was something in the dream or about him that led me to believe he wanted me to go in there so i would die, too. i also remember seeing some shattered glass.

i was in this giant church. we were performing some sort of revue. we did that. it was great. everyone loved it. it was right before halloween. it might have been the afternoon of that day. i saw a man trying to hurt a woman, and i made him stop. i killed him. there was a .22 involved.. i think i somehow managed to kill him with that. i think he would rip the arms off of his victims. there was something about ripping arms off. and he was wearing a white, button-up shirt. and he was in a truck.

i went to ihop or denny's. with scott i think. i was telling him all about how i killed a serial killer. i was very proud of myself i think. randy hayes and some other guy that i knew a long time ago saw us at the restaurant. we said hi and talked for a bit. i told them about how i'd just killed a serial killer.

it was evening. i was in some sort of strange loft/room. there were stairs. like fire-escape stairs, except on the inside. and bunks. right under the stairs. i was there with another woman that i might have been related to. there was a man, too. we started to worry about that whole slaying of the serial killer. maybe he wasn't the real one, or he was going to somehow come back and get me. we were very afraid something bad would happen. the man was trying to comfort us. at some point, the woman burned her hand. she wanted butter to put on it. i used the stairs to get into this kitchen.. the loft was some sort of basement/extension of the main house i guess. i got the butter.

i came back, i put the butter on her. at some point, the man brought us something to eat or drink or something. then the woman and i realized that the man was going to try to kill us. i think i managed to hurt him somehow, and then we started to run. we got to the door, and there were two directions we could go in.

one way looked extremely perilous, and if we tried to do it, we would die in the process. the other way was down a dark street. toward the university campus. we started running that way. we ran and ran, and we knew he was coming after us. we kept trying to get people to stop and help us or drive us away from him, but nobody would. there was a woman that was unloading groceries from a large truck of some sort (may have been a hummer??) into a golf cart. we asked her to help us, and she kept shaking her head and saying no. we ran more, and there were some mexican men driving some strange sort of tractor type thing behind two city busses. he said he was the co-pilot of the bus, but he could drive us behind the busses until they stopped again. they were very nice to us, but we didn't tell them what was going on.

after they stopped, we ran into this building. it was some sort of giant office building or mall. nobody was there. there was a fortune teller's place there that i'd been to before. we ran through her place, and i pointed out a door that was hard to see and said that behind that were some rooms that maybe we could hide in and the man couldn't find us. we went through the door and several rooms. there was a fat kid in a chair with a knife in his belly. it was fake, though. he woke up and asked us what we were doing there. we told him what was going on, and he said we could stay. but then we heard the man coming. he told us to go through this secret exit, and that he would stay there. we ran, and i don't know what happened to kid.

we came to this mostly glass type place. it was feng shui gardens or something. there was an asian woman there that was very pretty and didn't pay attention to us. she was working on a miniature garden. they had fountains, too. at some point, we were supposed to start helping her with the gardens, but then we heard the man coming again. the woman had left, so we left, too. i think the woman went back and was very irritated that we left without finishing what we were supposed to do.

we ran and ran. we found a staircase, and started going down it. it was very strange. there was glass all around us. the staircase ended, but not on the first level. we didn't know how to get to that level, but we heard the man coming. outside the window was a very dangerous looking landscape.

we found the secret stairs and got to the bottom level. there was a fountain there. it was very deep. we jumped in it to start swimming away. the woman couldn't swim as fast as me. the man caught up to her. i tried to help. he was drowning her. i was trying to kill him, but i couldn't keep her afloat in the process. i think he may have succeeded in killing her and me, too.

at some point during all of that, we decided that the man had maybe given us some sort of hallucinogen or other type of drug in that food. i suspected it was even in the butter.

somehow i was able to reset. without the woman. i was back at the beginning of running away from the man. i wanted to see what was the other way. if it was the other way that i really should've gone. so i just jumped through these mountains and things. things that should've killed me, but didn't. maybe because i was already dead.

there were strange beings there, but i don't know what they were. there was a maze in one of the mountain places. there were rivers and things. it was rough-going, but the man wasn't chasing me in this one. i just had to get to the end.

when i got to the end there were two giant, slim beings leaning against a rail or something. maybe a large box. the one on the right was wearing rainbow-colored pants. i knew that they were Evil. not that they were evil beings, but that they were evil itself. i asked them who they were. the one on the left said, "i am unchanging order." the one on the right said, "i am destruction." they spoke with me for a while. i thought back to the gardens i had passed on my way to find them. somehow i realized that there were no mutations ever occurring in the plants or the creatures that live there. there was no change. no chaos. just stagnant sameness.

then i woke up.

two dreams.
first one:
my niece amy had some sort of autism. she was perfectly functional, except she'd hurt herself a lot and was really trusting. we went to the mall to pick up some snacks for the rest of the family to munch on while they worked on my mom's car. it was night time, and it was raining. we got to the mall and were looking for snacks, but we weren't going to find anything, and the mall was about to close. then some blonde woman grabbed amy's hand and started walking off with her. i went to get amy back, and the woman started fighting with me. i punched her a few times, and then i had to bite her hand really hard to make her let go of amy. we ran out to my car, and the door was open. someone had stolen all of my cd's but left all the money in the car. we were driving away trying to find the cops, and i couldn't get the brakes to work because of the kind of shoes i was wearing. then we drove back to the mall and were looking for the mall cops there.

second one:
susan and i decided that we were going to be ghosts and haunt people. we had it all worked out. i don't know how we were going to fool people, but our plan was excellent. we went to the grocery store to get some chocolate covered strawberry candy. we found it. it was made by sanrio. they also had some for dogs, so she got some for winston. there were people arguing in the cake area. someone asked us what the town mascot was, and i told them it was "the boston sabers." we weren't in boston, though. we were in some sort of mid-sized suburb. i remember really hating the flourescent lights while we were in the cake section. at some point, we were back in a house. we were going to sleep in sleeping bags. we had eaten almost all of the strawberry candy, and susan reminded me to leave some out for buddha.

i was at zuzu's house. it was halloween. there were three real human skeletons up. alice was there, too. ani difranco was there. she was showing me these metal sculpture/wind chimes that she made. they were meant to represent different emotiona/spiritual/life states. the one i remember was a girl on a swing. she was in the process of swinging forward. she hadn't hit the top height of her upswing yet. there was only one chime on that one.

alice and i accidentally broke apart two of the skeletons, and she wasn't really helping me pick up all of the parts. i got a little irritated. zuzu came into the room, and i apologized for what we'd done. she wanted to go to keith's house. i was in a bad mood, so i wanted her to take me home. we got into zuzu's car. i was riding shotgun and had my legs stretched out on zuzu. alice was in the back seat. zuzu gave me some sort of pixi stix type thing. i ate it. it was good. there were little kids all in the roads. we kept yelling at them to stay out of the road unless they wanted to get run over. we passed a bunch of different hospitals. they all had weird flags. i told zuzu i changed my mind and that i'd hang out. she was happy. i had a pillow, and i went to sleep in the front seat with my legs stretched out on her still.

there were tornadoes. we were in a van on the highway. we stopped to look at some weird thing that this guy had. he was an actor that was never very good, but was known for his big shiteating grin. don't remember his name, though. then we went on. we'd been kidnapped or something. we got to this weird warehouse-like area. storage units, but not the typical kind. really run down. looked like crackhouses sort of. they put us in their room thing, and then we killed them. then some other people showed up, and we killed them, too. at some point, one of the girls asked how many bodies that was. i told her five.

there was a gurney-like thing in there. that was what we were going to use to make our escape. we were going to lay on it. some of us laying on the bottom bit, some on the top bit. one person holding on and running. we broke out of the storage unit thing, and other people were staring at us. we busted through this door of another place, and proceeded to plummet down this weird shaft. it was dark, and it was like some sort of central waste thing that a bunch of apartments were around. we were falling down towards a river. we could see inside people's apartments and what they were doing. there was a rave in one that was actually a big warehouse place. in one, there were some guys talking about peas and corn. then one of them had to leave, used a rope to swing across the weird shaft we were falling through. that's how he got to his apartment. somehow, nobody saw us.

we landed in the water, and got out safely. at some point, we were hiding out somewhere and were wearing weird, shiny silver outfits. we started singing something similar to this "don't forget about the bip bip beebop!"

and that's pretty much all i remember.

i was with my niece amy at some sort of big warehouse looking place that had an olympic length pool inside, some of the those games where you try to toss the ball into the target, and some other things inside. there was some sort of competition going on. my niece was involved, and i was just there to sort of watch. there was no audience. the main guy's name was alex (i think). he was really cute i guess, and a little older than me. he had a very petite and bitchy girlfriend that was prone to violence sometimes.

amy was swimming a race against a guy in the pool, and then these other guys that were racing a few lanes down crossed lanes. there was a collision underwater, and for a few moments, i was ready to jump in because i thought amy was in trouble. she came back up for air, though. she got out and was just fine. later, she was playing the other game. another chick that worked at the place was standing next to me. we were sort of talking. oh. there were probably about 30 people there, total. at some point, the guy's girlfriend broke up with him. he was sort of making the moves on amy, and i didn't approve. i didn't trust him, and i thought the whole thing was bad. i told amy not to go there, and she got a little miffed at me. the other chick started getting into an argument with me about it. she started saying some rude things about my niece. i realized she had the hots for the alex guy.

a bit later, the girlfriend came back and was hanging all over alex. she was also being rude to people. being who i am, i started shoving it right back into her face. she got really upset and tried to attack me. i beat her down, though. then for some reason i was wandering around this place singing the national anthem in this amazing voice. all of the people there came to listen to me. some joined in and were singing it really quietly. for some reason, this made them all sort of respect me. they wanted to know me better, blahblah.

we were going to leave. amy went outside first. i told her to wait out there for a minute, and i'd be out there soon. i don't remember what i was saying to the people inside. there was another chick leaving, too. i heard her honk her horn a few times outside, but i didn't pay any attention to it. i thought she was honking it to say bye to amy. shortly after that, i went outside. another girl was walking me out to my car. it was raining. the building was in the middle of a giant field. there were some trees far off. the girl walking with me kept asking me who i was, really. she said that i gave out a lot of facts about myself, but i still remained a mystery. i told her i had no idea why that was. i told her i was an anthropologist. some other facts. i said i'd heard that people thought i was a bit of an enigma before, but that i wasn't trying to be. that girl went back inside.

i was standing at my car waiting for amy for about two seconds when i heard the girl that i thought had left (and had honked her horn) screaming my name in a really breathless way and running up to me. she said something was wrong with amy. that maybe she had amnesia or something. she said amy had collapsed to the ground screaming about her eyes burning and being shot. i looked out in the field and asked where she was. the girl told me to follow her.

we ran out into the field, and there was a book with a yellowish cover lying on the ground. the girl pointed at the book and told me to read some of the middle pages. i asked her where amy was. she just looked at me with this horrified look on her face. i opened the cover, and read the inside of it. it was amy, talking from the book. it said something like this:

it's so cold here. my eyes are burning.
i've been shot, but i'm not bleeding. where am i?
who is this? these halls are so dark... KIMMY! HELP ME!!
i'm so tired. i should sleep.

etc. the important part of it really was that she was yelling at me in italics in it for me to help her. for some reason, i knew this was that guy alex's fault. that he wasn't really human at all. then i realized i wasn't, either. i went in there. my eyes had changed. my breathing was very heavy, and i was making some sort of guttural sounds with each inhale and exhale. i attacked alex. we fought. we were both really strong, and our wounds healed almost the minute we made them in each other. somehow, i was stronger. i got him by the neck, which i guess was some sort of vulnerable spot. i was demanding that he tell me how to get amy out of the book. he said he didn't know. he said i belonged with him and so did amy. the other people there were just sort of watching us. none of them were like us. they were sort of in shock, i think. nobody had known we were really these strange monsters.

alex and i fought some more. at some point i realized i was going to have to read the book and try to solve the puzzle of it to get amy out. she was in serious trouble. alex and i had some sort of tentative truce. he didn't know how to get amy out of the book, and he hadn't put her in there. i still hated him, though.

that's all i can remember.

i can't remember what day it was, but i had another prophetic dream a few nights ago. i didn't realize it was a dream when i woke up, and i operated under the assumption that my friend mike's dog pooh bear had to be put to sleep. i was sad all day because i thought he really had been. i went over to their house later that night, and realized it had been a dream. i told my friends caryn and katie about it. they both said that was weird, and then they told me that pooh bear had gotten out earlier that day. he'd charged at a neighbor, and the neighbor came over and threatened to call animal control. pooh bear now lives at mike's mom's house. he got fixed today, and he's going to be enrolled in obedience school. hopefully, that will help him.

it sort of creeps me out when i have dreams like this.

this dream was a lot more vivid than i can really write down. i could feel everything. the temperature, the breezes, my muscles getting tired from holding on to things, etc. these are the basic details, though.

we were going down into some sort of mine shaft museum or something. there was a little stream. i think there was a water park there, too. i kept giving warnings, but people weren't really listening to me. so i grabbed the people i cared about that i was there with, and we got into some sort of super-armored bus. then the tidal-wave was coming, and people were panicking. some of them wanted to get into our bus, but we couldn't let them in. the tidal wave hit, and it jarred us pretty hard inside the bus. it was air-tight, so we weren't going to drown in it. sometimes, we'd surface, and sometimes we were under the water. the only thing we could do is ride it out. we saw some other people in a vehicle. i remember there was a hand. a small hand. maybe a woman's or a child's. it hit the window a few times. the person was trying to get out. the fingers were spread. then the window cracked a little, and we knew the people in there were pretty much dead. the hand wasn't hitting the window anymore.

then it switched to me being in my kitchen. the tidal wave was still on the way. i couldn't figure out if i'd just seen a movie that all of the above stuff had happened in, or if it was "my other self." i guess i had some sort of identical me out there that i had some kind of mind-link to or something. anyway, my kitchen was a little bit different, and somehow some of us had climbed onto these poles to try and avoid the water that was coming. they were just high enough so that only our lower bodies would be submerged after the wave hit.. if we could hold on during the initial impact. i was clinging to the top of this pole next to a cabinet in my kitchen. there was no roof anymore. there was a shelf on top of the cabinet that was a little higher than my head. i put my cats up on that shelf. they knew something bad was going on, so they just stayed there and looked at me with their eyes wide open and their fur standing on end.

at some point, i realized i had to go do something. i climbed down from the pole and raced the wave to this high-rise apartment building downtown. i helped a crippled woman get up to the roof, and i watched the wave hit from there. there was a woman with short reddish hair talking to me, but i don't remember what she said. we had to stay up there for a long time until the water receded.

then i was out in the desert with my mom. not sahara-like desert, but american desert where there's still some plant life. and hills instead of dunes. it was the old west. there weren't a lot of people left after the waves had hit. i found some cactus fruit, and i was eating it and sharing it with my mom. tom selleck came and offered to let us eat with him at his camp. i started fighting with him because he was evil. he had a bunch of indian-skin items. even his boots were indian-skin. my mom was really hungry and wanted to go with him, but i was arguing with her.. and then someone called me and woke me up.

susan and i were in ireland. we were staying with friends of my parents. the name of the town was "des moines." yeah. des moines, ireland. it was a really urban sort of self-contained little place. very drab. grey. rainy. they took us to some sort of strip mall type place. they had a lot of children. the friends of my parents. one of them was either oger or hayden christensen. he was the only nice one. they left us there. we ended up getting very lost, and we had to stay there. they put us in this school for abandoned children. we didn't like that. we contacted oger/hayden, and he said he'd help us get away. somehow, we ended up back at his family's house. they were going to get rid of us again. we were packing stuff into boxes. then oger/hayden helped us get away. i think he was coming to america with us, but i'm not sure.

blah. i typed this all out and then my computer did a nice crash right before i was able to save it. that really chaps my hide.

ok. so there was some sort of nuclear war or something. radiation poisoning everywhere. a bunch of us were inside what looked like a super target. we were looking for places in there to camp out that didn't have radiation poisoning. i wanted a little plant for my spot. i went over to the plant section. all of the plants were sickly or dead except for the ivy. the ivy was just great. i thought to myself that the soil probably stored a lot of the radiation in it. i don't know if i picked up the ivy and took it back to my spot or not. there was some guy that might or might not have been someone i knew that wanted to stay with me. i didn't trust him, though.

then i was in my house. my house was a lot older in my dream than it really is, though. i think i was very ill and/or dying. it was also my birthday. my computer was hooked up in the upstairs hallway. i kept having to reboot it, and i was getting very frustrated. i went into my room to get something, and when i came back out, i saw that someone had turned my computer off.

i went downstairs into the kitchen. we talked about a ghost of a vicious poodle that was in our house. my mom said it had been her dog and that before it died, the dog had enjoyed making pancakes. we said some choice words about the vicious poodle ghost, and my mom said that it would make her angry hearing all of those things, and she would just be more vicious. all of the other ghosts in the house were afraid of the vicious poodle. there was an old lady ghost that liked to hang out in a wood carving on the wall. i had to show her how to put together one of those egyptian glass perfume bottles.

there were christmas boxes everywhere to pack up the christmas things. my brother, his kids, and his ex-wife came over. i never liked his ex-wife. she never liked me. they wished me a happy birthday. they wanted to go swimming in our pool. i had found an old shoe box upstairs that had some old christmas things in it. i hadn't seen any of that stuff in years. i was going to put it with the other christmas boxes, when i saw that there was a weird looking beetle inside of it. it looked dead, but i dumped it on the snow outside anyway. after a few seconds, its legs started twitching. i helped it turn upright, and then it walked off. i put the box with the other boxes.

then someone called me and woke me up.

i was going to my high school. i was parked either in or next to something called "7 of the fields." one of my guy friends that might've been my boyfriend told me he was going to leave. there was some sort of robbery thing or some kind of criminal thing going on, but i don't know what it was. another one of our friends was there, too. i told him i was going, too. he didn't want me to, but i got my way. the other guy came, too.

we were going in the car. sometimes there were 3 of us and sometimes there were 4. i remember we stopped at a convenience store. i got some minute maid orange soda. i was laying down in the back with a bunch of stuff, and i had a sheet pulled over me. i really wanted to stop. it was night time, and i wanted to stop at a motel or something. we were in the desert in the middle of nowhere. the other guy wanted to stop, too. we talked my boyfriend (or whatever) into stopping. we got into the motel room. it had a kitchen. my boyfriend went outside to smoke. i threw something away into the kitchen trash, and i got a vision. i knew someone was coming for him. i went outside and told him. i cried, and i said we shouldn't have stopped. that they were coming. he hugged me, and then the 3 of us started running. we ran to a train, and hopped on it. the police had come and were searching through the motel.

on the train, we were captured by some sort of mexican drug mafia. the leader was a chick, and she really hated me. we were all in chains and put in this weird room. my boyfriend told me that i had to dislodge my shoulder, and then i could get free. we talked about how just because it was done in the movies, didn't mean i could just do it there. then i saw some sort of cannister of something explosive, and i set the place on fire.

somehow i ended up with a bunch of other people that were enslaved by some crazy group of people. we went to the beach. then we were leaving. one girl didn't want to leave, so they killed her. we were supposed to be gathering eggs on the beach. they were really small eggs. i had to carry them, but the basket was too full. i knew that if one of the eggs fell out, i was going to get killed. we were ambushed by some sort of crazy neo-nazi lunatics. they all had automatic weapons and army fatigues on. i was in the corner of some sort of dark shack (still in the middle of the desert). one of the crazy neo-nazi guys went in there with his weapon, and i pretended i was dead. he was about to shoot me again just to make sure when either he had a change of heart or someone came to save me.

i don't remember much else except that there was something significant about the field name "7 of the fields." it might have been singular, but i don't remember. it might have just been "7 of the field." oh well.