Thomas Steinbeck & WalMart

The night before last, while John was at work, I laid in bed reading Thomas Steinbeck's book Down to a Soundless Sea, more specifically, the story titled The Wool Gatherer. It was about a young man working as a ranch hand during the summer to make money, who runs across what Steinbeck describes as a great beast, like a hairy mountain.

Last night, after John & I got out of work, we stopped at WalMart to pick up a few things. While we were in the check out line, I picked up a quirky stuffed toy that was brilliant white with a yellow beak. I immediately thought duck, but John said platypus.

(Note: yesterday I ate sunflower seeds.)

Well, last night, or this morning, I dream that John, Nicky and I were living on a large plot of land, and Nicky was unhappy so we bought a whole bunch of animals. Horses, fish, I believe there may have been a dog.

And a huge, pot-belly pig sized, shaggy brown.......platypus.

I don't remember it looking like a platypus in my dream, now that I am awake, but it was a huge, brown, hairy.

Then Nicky took his new pets to school for something, and John and I went with him but we forgot to bring home the fish.

Then we stopped by Ted's house and he said he was not going to need a ride to work. He lived far, past Castroville in the middle of nowhere in a house that reminded me of the Gregory's house on Tower Rd in Maine.

Well, John and I were on our way back to town to drop me off at work when Ted called to say he was going to need a ride after all. Him and John got into it about something and John told Ted to find another way to work and hung up, but he turned around and went to pick him up anyway.

That was it. It was weird.

Sunflower Seeds

I can't help it. I bought some sunflower seeds earlier, and I can't help but think about how the melatonin in them is supposed to induce vivid dreams.

So. Just for the record, in case I have intense dreams to report tomorrow, I ate sunflower seeds today.

Too Many Like This

I dream differently than before. I dream about John leaving me, John cheating on me, John being mean to me. It hurts. I don't even want to sleep anymore. Very seldom do I dream the nightmares I wished away before but would like to have back because they would hurt less than the dreams I have now.

Green Scorpion

Thursday, early morning, I watched the newest episode of Off the Map, having DVRd it the night before.



When I went to sleep, I dreamt I was there, on that island, and the head doctor lady was trying to cure a tooth ache by stinging me with a giant green scorpion. I was running from her, and he finally grabbed my arm and tried to get the scorpion to sting me, but I woke up screaming.



I fell back asleep within minutes and the dream continued. I went into a house to escape her and I'm walking back and forth between rooms and in one hallway there are bugs covering the whole wall, and I walk into the room by it and all four walls are covered in bugs.



The bugs came together to spell a 4 letter acronym but I cannot recall it now.

May 8, 2010

I had a great dream. Seriously. It wasn't weird or a nightmare.

I dreamt that I was talking to John's father (in person), and John came in to the house (I guess we were at his father's house), and I ran to John and he picked me up and hugged me and kissed me and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him close to me and it was beautiful and I woke up crying, but for the first time in my life that I have woken up crying, it was not because I had had a brutal nightmare or a dream that broke my heart all over again, it was because it was the dream was so beautiful it made waking up an amazing experience.

April 20, 2010

Yes, I put APril 20, because I didn't go to sleep until this morning.

It was beach. Carol and I were sitting on a grassy knoll by the beach, the waves were coming in, it was sunset and the sky was a blazing shade of purple to one side and a screaming pink fading in to it. Carol and I were talking and laughing and there was a hotel behind us with people looking at us through the windows.

Overall, state of confusion upon awakening, but the dream seemed innocent enough. I don't understand why the confusion feeling also seems ominous...maybe I am still sleeping.

House on Fire

This one was a weird one. Well, I suppose no weirder than normal, but the feeling that the dream left me with was strange.



There was a house, a huge house. Almost a mansion type house. Downstairs, there was a room that had an open wall, like an inside/outside garden. The kitchen was behind that, and outside the house, there was a long driveway that led to it, and another road that led out to who knows where. It was a beautiful house.

It was a beautiful scene.

But the house held every heartache and heartbreak I have ever known.

So I burned it down. I poured gasoline all along the floors and John and I stood outside and watched it burn.