Another weird dream post.
Yeah, so when I was really young, like about three, I used to have a recurring dream about a witch taking me away to her creepy castle and making me lick stamps. I had this dream almost every night for around a year. I haven't ever had another recurring dream since, until recently.
Now this dream isn't the same every time. They are all pretty unique, but they all have the same basic premise. In these dreams, it is my wedding day. And something stressful always happens. It is never really a happy dream, but I'm always rushing around trying to solve a problem.
This doesn't happen every night, but maybe once a month or even less frequently. But they happen, and I always wake up not being able to get the dream off my mind.
The first time I had one of these dreams was this past May. In the dream, I was at a really small church, in my wedding dress about to get married. Weird thing was, there were fourteen brides, myself included. I knew all of these girls. They were all my age and I could tell you who about three of them were. But I know that I know all of them in real life. The stressor in this dream was that we couldn't remember the order we were supposed to get married in. It was a huge fiasco, and we were trying to find the piece of paper we had written the order on. I woke up before we figured it out.
That's another common thing in these dreams. The problem is never resolved.
A few months later, in the summer, I had another. This time, I was the only bride and I was getting married at First Baptist Albertville. The problem was that they had delivered the wrong kind of flowers, and for some reason I was really upset about this. Which is weird, because I know in the real world I probably wouldn't be so upset about something like flowers. I ran around the church in this dream trying to get the florist on the phone, but couldn't.
Another that I had that I remember was a couple months ago when I dreamed I was in an old fashioned bridal parlor and I was fixing my hair. The wedding was about to start and we were waiting for my dad. I called my dad on the phone and asked him where he was and got his voice mail that said he was in Mexico. That's when the problem of "What are we going to do" arose and never got solved.
So my most recent of these dreams was two nights ago. This one was different that the rest, because there was an actual to-be husband in it. This has never happened in a dream before. My husband is never in the dreams, nor is he mentioned. But this dream was different. It was really weird because he had a name too, a name that I know no one by. Now, I'm not saying that this is some sort of prophetic dream, because I know its not. The guy in the dream's name was Zach Rains. I woke up thinking, "I don't know anyone named Zach Rains." And then when I thought about it more, I realized where the name came from. See he looked like a cross between a guy I was in show choir with with the last name Rains and another guy I went to high school with named Zach (not Evans). This is a really weird combination of people. But anyway, the dream went something like this.
Me and dream Zach were packing our suitcases on our wedding day. We decided that it would be a good idea to pack before the ceremony so we could leave right after. But he wouldn't tell me where we were going, and I was getting frustrated. I asked if I needed scarves and he answered with "Maybe." I asked if I needed a bathing suit, "Maybe." I was getting so angry and I just packed literally my entire closet in a suitcase. So me and dream Zach are just packing and I'm still trying to get him to tell me where we are going for our honeymoon, when this old man in a wheelchair comes in.
We stop and look at him. He tells us that we've missed out own wedding. It was over, done. Everyone was already back at their homes. I was so mad, but I was more worried. We had missed our wedding. What were we going to do? Do we still go on our trip? If we missed the wedding, are we still not married? Can we get married in the mystery location we are about to head to. Then I started walking around the house we were in (that I have never seen before in my life) worrying about what to do. After while of worrying, I woke up.
I don't know, these dreams are always so weird. Pretty dumb, but weird because they keep happening.
Haha, yeah ok bye.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I woke up in a huge bed. Like bigger than a California king huge. There were three of these beds in the room. Comforters were a really pretty brown color and I could tell that they had cost a lot of money. There was a person asleep in the next bed over, but I didn't recognize her.
I walked out of the room, still in my pajamas, and the floor was a pretty tan colored tile. The floor was sort of cold, but nice. I passed a round table with a really fancy flower arrangement on it, and then I was in the kitchen. In the kitchen, my aunt Suzan was cooking. She looked at me and smiled, but went back to cooking whatever it was she was fixing. I kept walking, trying to remember how I had gotten to where I was. Apparently, it was my aunt's house, even though this house was a lot bigger than hers. Come to think of it, it was decorated in her style, just in a much more extravagant way.
I was walking down a really wide hallway (somehow now dressed properly) and I came upon a man (that I have never seen before) in a tuxedo. I asked him how I had gotten there. He told me that there had been a huge party the night before and there were a lot of people that had come. I started to remember a little bit. I recalled a memory of a really pretty Latino girl making balloon animals and a bunch of people dancing in a strobe lit room. He also told me that I probably couldn't remember anything because I had been drunk. I freaked out a little, because I have never drank anything in my life. He told me to be calm, because alcohol had not made me drunk, but the food. And I wasn't the only one. Apparently everyone there had gotten food-drunk. This doesn't make sense, but I accepted it. Parts of the night before started to come back to me, but I tried not to worry about it too much.
I walked out of the house and into Chelsea High School's parking lot. My dad was in the parking lot smoking and told me that I needed to move Zach Evans' truck to the other side of the parking lot. This truck was huge. It was a really pretty navy blue, and when I got inside it smelled kind of like sand from the beach. I was surprised that I didn't have any trouble moving the truck, because it was so big. I parked and got out and kept walking.
I ended up back behind my aunt's house and there were woods with a little winding creek in them. I started to walk towards the creek, and then Hobson was there. We started skipping rocks. Neither of us said anything, but we just kept skipping rocks. It was really nice weather outside and that really cool sound that you hear in the summer, the one with all the bugs and the birds, was going on. Then we started to spin in circles. In the middle of spinning, I remembered that we had to take Zach to the airport.
We went back to the school, and we couldn't find Zach, we decided that he probably started walking so we would find him on the way. We got in a convertible and started driving towards the airport quickly. We didn't find him, so we went inside the airport and ran through the whole thing. He was no where. I was worried. And Hobson kept asking me about getting pizza and I kept telling him that we could get pizza after we found Zach. Then I found a purple sweatshirt. Then, I woke up.
Yeah, that was my dream last night. I felt like it needed to be recorded.
I walked out of the room, still in my pajamas, and the floor was a pretty tan colored tile. The floor was sort of cold, but nice. I passed a round table with a really fancy flower arrangement on it, and then I was in the kitchen. In the kitchen, my aunt Suzan was cooking. She looked at me and smiled, but went back to cooking whatever it was she was fixing. I kept walking, trying to remember how I had gotten to where I was. Apparently, it was my aunt's house, even though this house was a lot bigger than hers. Come to think of it, it was decorated in her style, just in a much more extravagant way.
I was walking down a really wide hallway (somehow now dressed properly) and I came upon a man (that I have never seen before) in a tuxedo. I asked him how I had gotten there. He told me that there had been a huge party the night before and there were a lot of people that had come. I started to remember a little bit. I recalled a memory of a really pretty Latino girl making balloon animals and a bunch of people dancing in a strobe lit room. He also told me that I probably couldn't remember anything because I had been drunk. I freaked out a little, because I have never drank anything in my life. He told me to be calm, because alcohol had not made me drunk, but the food. And I wasn't the only one. Apparently everyone there had gotten food-drunk. This doesn't make sense, but I accepted it. Parts of the night before started to come back to me, but I tried not to worry about it too much.
I walked out of the house and into Chelsea High School's parking lot. My dad was in the parking lot smoking and told me that I needed to move Zach Evans' truck to the other side of the parking lot. This truck was huge. It was a really pretty navy blue, and when I got inside it smelled kind of like sand from the beach. I was surprised that I didn't have any trouble moving the truck, because it was so big. I parked and got out and kept walking.
I ended up back behind my aunt's house and there were woods with a little winding creek in them. I started to walk towards the creek, and then Hobson was there. We started skipping rocks. Neither of us said anything, but we just kept skipping rocks. It was really nice weather outside and that really cool sound that you hear in the summer, the one with all the bugs and the birds, was going on. Then we started to spin in circles. In the middle of spinning, I remembered that we had to take Zach to the airport.
We went back to the school, and we couldn't find Zach, we decided that he probably started walking so we would find him on the way. We got in a convertible and started driving towards the airport quickly. We didn't find him, so we went inside the airport and ran through the whole thing. He was no where. I was worried. And Hobson kept asking me about getting pizza and I kept telling him that we could get pizza after we found Zach. Then I found a purple sweatshirt. Then, I woke up.
Yeah, that was my dream last night. I felt like it needed to be recorded.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
"The most __________ time of your life"
Quickly, while I am putting off putting a bunch of crap in a bag.
Am I the only one that is annoyed when people say things like:
"This is the most romantic time of your life." (Engagement ring commercial),
"College is the best time of your life" (Everyone & their mom),
and even
"This is the best day of your life" (usually used for people getting married).
I don't know, even though these things are meant to be encouraging and make you feel like something is going to be really good, when people say them I always think to myself, "Well I sure hope not."
I'm 20, if this is the time of my life, I don't have much to look forward.
When I get engaged, if its the most romantic time of my life, what does that say about marriage?
And if my wedding day is the best day of my life, that is going to be one sad marriage.
I don't know, I just don't get why people love to throw crap out there like that.
That is all. Adios amigos.
Am I the only one that is annoyed when people say things like:
"This is the most romantic time of your life." (Engagement ring commercial),
"College is the best time of your life" (Everyone & their mom),
and even
"This is the best day of your life" (usually used for people getting married).
I don't know, even though these things are meant to be encouraging and make you feel like something is going to be really good, when people say them I always think to myself, "Well I sure hope not."
I'm 20, if this is the time of my life, I don't have much to look forward.
When I get engaged, if its the most romantic time of my life, what does that say about marriage?
And if my wedding day is the best day of my life, that is going to be one sad marriage.
I don't know, I just don't get why people love to throw crap out there like that.
That is all. Adios amigos.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Warning: this is a really long stream of conciousness.
If I had been feeling less like a walking exhaustion museum yesterday, I would have written this then. But whatever, its January second so yeah. I just want to talk about 2010. And by talk, I mean make a list of stuff that I think of when I think of this past year that may or may not make sense to people reading this. So, yeah!
Bringing in the new year with a slight allergy attack thanks to the popularity of cats, and trying to make the event a lot more fun than it actually was.
Second semester of freshman year at Auburn.
Waking up way too early to go attempt to be a fitness instructor, and quitting a few weeks later.
Huge snowstorm that caused class to be cancelled for a day and drove everyone to Samford lawn and to hot chocolate.
Black Eyed Peas concert
feeling claustrophobic in the dorms and retreating to the fourth floor of the library, not to study, but to watch Desperate Housewives on my computer and drink indulgent coffee drinks.
Stopped trying to clean the bathroom and just vowed to not touch any surfaces with my bare hands if I could help it.
Danced on a stage in front of a large portion of the Greek community dressed as a tree.
Rainy spring break at home.
Dumpster diving, driving to sonic at 2 am, crying, mopping the floor for the first time ever with our bare hands, eating random food, and packing my car, and moving back home for the summer. All between 10 pm and 4 am.
Sorcerer's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, and Goblet of Fire. All in the hot summer sun. Often accompanied by a dreamscicle snow cone or an iced caramel macchiato.
Drive-in theater
Acquaintances became some of my best friends.
Student Life Camp.
The oil spill, and seeing it first hand at a deserted Gulf Shores.
Stewart and Allison leaving.
A lot of alone time this summer. Good though.
Got to choreograph for the first time ever.
Was disappointed when I discovered that the said dancers had almost no experience.
Loved it anyway.
Got stitches for the first time in my life after literally ripping a part of my hand off on a crappily built rope swing.
Barely making it to see the fireworks.
Sadly realizing that it was August.
Packed for school.
Moved into my trailer.
Wondering why I was even going back to school, but went anyway.
Was glad I had gone back once I got there.
Became reminded quickly of how shallow people can be.
Had to learn to ignore it.
Realized that I had signed up for three of the most ridiculous classes of my life.
Dropped a class.
Found a new hobby.
Learned that its ok when people change, because it lets you be more of yourself. Or something like that.
Wrecked my car and had to bum rides for a month. This also forced me to stay inside the city limits of Auburn for almost two months.
Fall Conference.
More allergies at fall conference. Also watched a football game that was one of the most fun I have ever watched while not actually being at the game.
Realized how much I hate stupid riddle games (If I am 1 and you are 2, what is 3? The moon? YES! [hate])
Took "Elementary Education" off my facebook as my major. But did not go to the office and change it. Confusion follows.
Stopped getting on facebook so much so that I could live without knowing everything about people and feeling weird about it. More of a clear head follows.
Finished school off, not with a bang, but with an "OMG" and came home for Christmas.
Saw a friend move out of her parent's house and move to an apartment a few miles away.
Had another Christmas that consisted of food, weirdness, and some fun. All the while sort of wishing I could be skating at Rockafeller Center, exploring Times Square, and seeing The Nutcracker. This way, I could fully enjoy the song "Silver Bells". Don't forget the food from street vendors. And hobos. Can't forget about the hobos.
Brought in the New Year in a fairly anticlimactic way that was expected because all most of high school friends care about now is pretending they're sophisticated and all "collegey." I love them though, I always will.
Despite the atmosphere of the alcohol and smoke-surrounded party I was attending, I had a new optimism. The closest I have been to this here attitude is when I graduated high school. But this is pretty different.
I'm sure I have left out some stuff, but I will stop now before I bore you anymore, curious reader.
To lighten the mood of this entry (which is probably coming from the fact that I have been driving around Albertville for the last hour out of pure boredom. This kind of thing makes people nostalgic. Especially if you're me. Because sometimes something as random as a run down building can make me feel a little homesick for the "good ol' days".
Anyway, back to the lightening of the mood.
Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
I've licked about four different carpets in recent years.
Thanks truth or dare. Thanks a lot.
Seriously, bye.
Bringing in the new year with a slight allergy attack thanks to the popularity of cats, and trying to make the event a lot more fun than it actually was.
Second semester of freshman year at Auburn.
Waking up way too early to go attempt to be a fitness instructor, and quitting a few weeks later.
Huge snowstorm that caused class to be cancelled for a day and drove everyone to Samford lawn and to hot chocolate.
Black Eyed Peas concert
feeling claustrophobic in the dorms and retreating to the fourth floor of the library, not to study, but to watch Desperate Housewives on my computer and drink indulgent coffee drinks.
Stopped trying to clean the bathroom and just vowed to not touch any surfaces with my bare hands if I could help it.
Danced on a stage in front of a large portion of the Greek community dressed as a tree.
Rainy spring break at home.
Dumpster diving, driving to sonic at 2 am, crying, mopping the floor for the first time ever with our bare hands, eating random food, and packing my car, and moving back home for the summer. All between 10 pm and 4 am.
Sorcerer's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, and Goblet of Fire. All in the hot summer sun. Often accompanied by a dreamscicle snow cone or an iced caramel macchiato.
Drive-in theater
Acquaintances became some of my best friends.
Student Life Camp.
The oil spill, and seeing it first hand at a deserted Gulf Shores.
Stewart and Allison leaving.
A lot of alone time this summer. Good though.
Got to choreograph for the first time ever.
Was disappointed when I discovered that the said dancers had almost no experience.
Loved it anyway.
Got stitches for the first time in my life after literally ripping a part of my hand off on a crappily built rope swing.
Barely making it to see the fireworks.
Sadly realizing that it was August.
Packed for school.
Moved into my trailer.
Wondering why I was even going back to school, but went anyway.
Was glad I had gone back once I got there.
Became reminded quickly of how shallow people can be.
Had to learn to ignore it.
Realized that I had signed up for three of the most ridiculous classes of my life.
Dropped a class.
Found a new hobby.
Learned that its ok when people change, because it lets you be more of yourself. Or something like that.
Wrecked my car and had to bum rides for a month. This also forced me to stay inside the city limits of Auburn for almost two months.
Fall Conference.
More allergies at fall conference. Also watched a football game that was one of the most fun I have ever watched while not actually being at the game.
Realized how much I hate stupid riddle games (If I am 1 and you are 2, what is 3? The moon? YES! [hate])
Took "Elementary Education" off my facebook as my major. But did not go to the office and change it. Confusion follows.
Stopped getting on facebook so much so that I could live without knowing everything about people and feeling weird about it. More of a clear head follows.
Finished school off, not with a bang, but with an "OMG" and came home for Christmas.
Saw a friend move out of her parent's house and move to an apartment a few miles away.
Had another Christmas that consisted of food, weirdness, and some fun. All the while sort of wishing I could be skating at Rockafeller Center, exploring Times Square, and seeing The Nutcracker. This way, I could fully enjoy the song "Silver Bells". Don't forget the food from street vendors. And hobos. Can't forget about the hobos.
Brought in the New Year in a fairly anticlimactic way that was expected because all most of high school friends care about now is pretending they're sophisticated and all "collegey." I love them though, I always will.
Despite the atmosphere of the alcohol and smoke-surrounded party I was attending, I had a new optimism. The closest I have been to this here attitude is when I graduated high school. But this is pretty different.
I'm sure I have left out some stuff, but I will stop now before I bore you anymore, curious reader.
To lighten the mood of this entry (which is probably coming from the fact that I have been driving around Albertville for the last hour out of pure boredom. This kind of thing makes people nostalgic. Especially if you're me. Because sometimes something as random as a run down building can make me feel a little homesick for the "good ol' days".
Anyway, back to the lightening of the mood.
Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
I've licked about four different carpets in recent years.
Thanks truth or dare. Thanks a lot.
Seriously, bye.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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I have a feeling that this year is going to be really good. Like really really good. Not sure why, but I'm excited. New Years Day is a really cool day, in my opinion. Its like a clean slate in a way. I know that you can "start over" or whatever anytime, but for some reason the first of the year motivates me more. I'm not saying that I am going to start over, because I really don't even know what that means. But its a cool day nonetheless. Last night, I couldn't help but have a feeling that a year from now, a lot of things will be different. And that's a pretty reasonable thing to think since 12 months is a really long time. But at the same time, not too much has changed since last New Years. But I think 2011 is going to be good. Yeah.
Also, I hate taking Benadryl, it makes me sleepy even when I wake up.
Adios for now!
Also, I hate taking Benadryl, it makes me sleepy even when I wake up.
Adios for now!
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