Another not so good dream last night. I only remember a little now… I was at a house, kinda like that house I had in my prior dream. And I had all our dogs there. Levi, Lucy, Angel, Chase, Tatum, Bianca and Tony. I had to leave for a bit and the dogs ended up getting attacked by something like a Crumple Horned Snorkak or something. It was dangerous.

It killed Tony and someone moved his body, wrapped up, to under my bed. The rest of the dogs were okay. Some injured but not badly. And they ended up crated, by some lady, in a truck. But they were safe.

It was not a good dream.

Had two dreams last night that I remember. The first one was before 4am.. because that’s when Tatum woke me up growling at Tony. I had to break them up and put Tatum in the crate. That girl has a head on her and wants to be boss. That’s okay, though, we work with it. Second dream was after that time, and was longer, and I remember more.

First dream, the only thing I really remember about it is a statue. It reminded me of the Doctor Who episode with the Crying Angels, where they only moved when someone was not looking at them. The statue was frozen, but still alive in a creepy way. It was not a good dream.

Second dream was longer. I don’t remember as much now. There was a party and it was by some sort of houseboat, but this water was inside some sort of building… like a loading dock. It was enclosed and underground somehow. The water came up a ramp like a driveway, and there was a boat that was mostly in the water, but beached so it wasn’t floating.

A bunch of us wanted to go for a boat ride and so we pushed the boat into the black water and went out. There was some sort of scuffle, or battle… not sure now. There was a blanket, black, thrown into the water. And as a prank some guy threw another guy, both friends of mine, into the blanket. The guy sunk down in the water, wrapped in the blanket, unable to get out. I think it was me who dove in and freed him. And he looked like a mummy all wrapped up so he couldn’t move. But he was alive and awake and fine.

We went back to the ramp after that, and got off the boat… and there were men on the ramp with swords. Black swords. Lots of black in this dream. And we were able to disarm them and beat them.

It was a disjointed, odd dream. It made much more sense at the time.

Waking up in the mornings, especially early, is very hard for me. I’m not sure if I can describe this accurately, as the English language doesn’t really have the words I need.

When I wake up it is like coming out of a very thick, heady fog. It’s almost like a different consciousness, or even reality. And I have to literally pull and drag myself out of it. It’s like I have to roll myself over in my head and body to get myself through it. If I sleep later, until about 8am or so, this doesn’t happen and I just wake up naturally. But when I wake up for work, which is usually 5am, I go through this every day.

It’s no wonder I hate getting up in the mornings. Once I’ve pulled myself through this and wake up, I’m fine. But I have to consciously wrench myself out of the sleep state, roll through what I can only describe as some sort of thing viscous liquid type thing, and then into wakefulness.

It is like a viscous liquid, too. That describes it well. It’s almost as though I’m under water, or under a thick goo. And I have to reach down and pull myself out. Or… actually, it’s more like I’m under water, and there is a layer of thick goo floating on the surface. Being under the water, in sleep, is very pleasant. Pulling myself through the goo is very unpleasant, almost painful, and then once I’m on top of the water, in the clean air of being away, I’m fine again.

I wonder if anyone else is like this? Hrm.

Okay, another weird dream. But that must be normal for me.
Last night I dreamed that I was in a strange world… my memory begins when I am going back to my house, which might be a house from a prior dream, but it was in a world that had magic. Ah, if only I could go back to my world that has magic…

I remember being in the house alone because everyone had gone to some celebration. And there was a big gang of people coming… I was walking away from the house down a path with trees and grass, and I think the road was paved. Two cars approached me and I got worried so I started running back to the house with my bionic legs (yeah Bionic Woman was on last night). And I reached the 6 foot fence and tried to get over, but they reached me before I could get over and pulled me off. I was so worried they were going to rape me or hurt me.

So in my mind and with my magic I called out to Henry (from Eureka, yeah it was him, and yeah I’d just watched Eureka too…) and he came down in his dirigible to save me. He landed harshly, and I wondered what he, alone, could do against all these men. He landed on one of their motorcycles and disabled that one. Then he got out of his dirigible and walked up bold as brass to all the men, because he was bound and determined to protect me.

He walked up to the leader, who had me in his (the leader’s) possession, and asked what was going on. The leader, we found out, respected men more than women. He gave a huge laugh when Henry said that I was Henry’s woman, and handed me over. And he said well, if that’s the case, then we should get married!

There was an unfortunate death during the battle (which had happened but I guess I kinda missed) and there was a man who died. He loved a woman who had died months before, so they deiced to have a double wedding. Me and Henry… who was slowly morphing into some other man, younger, blonder.

We had to balance on these plastic like sticks that had a cup on the bottom for support. We could hold onto the cheif, who was performing the ceremony. And the two ghost people also balanced on the polls with us. The cheif married the ghosts first, then they were all happy and vanished. Next was us. We were married next, even though we were not so sure about it, and then the party started and we got off our polls. We didn’t fall off them, they were strangely easy to balance on.

During the party things changed and it wasn’t a celebration for a wedding anymore, the wedding part faded away. It was old style, though, like old west or fantasy still. And there was a line of women sitting on a bench and chatting. Maybe about 10 women. Some of them were ones that I was either related to or friends with, and lived in the house with. One of the women was either overweight, or she had large boobs. I think she just had huge boobs. She was a lady of the evening and I got to talking to her, I was standing or kneeling in front of her. And somehow my face ended up in her boobs and it was rather nice. So she and I decided we would go and have sex. I was nervous but horny too. (It is day 20 today so that’s why I’m starting to get horny in my dreams.)

So we went off and had sex, though it was a bit akward as I didn’t really know what I was doing. Plus it was like reading. I can never read in my dreams, I can’t make out the words. This was the same way. But it was pleasant anyway.

Let’s see… then there was some more of the celebration, still not wedding related, and then it pretty much fades away and I woke up.

I did wake up feeling stressed and rushed. I had to force myself through my sleep to wake up, as the alarm went off. Waking up is odd for me. I will write another post about it!

Are there such things as normal dreams? Do you consider yourself to have normal dreams? Because I swear, I would not consider any of my dreams normal. Maybe it’s because I still don’t feel very well. I dunno.

Last night I dreamed about an old, old boyfriend. Now the dream fades… of course. I don’t think there were any living stuffed animals in this one though. Dangit! I just had the dream a couple minutes ago. It seems the best time for me to remember my dreams is when I lay down in bed to go to sleep at night. Then I remember the prior night’s dream.

The drawback of this dream diary is that I remember my dreams more now, the ones I write down, anyway. And so I get my dreams confused with each other. Hrmph!

I just vaguely remember this dream… and it wasn’t last night, it was the night before. But I didn’t remember any of it until I was in bed going to sleep last night.

It was about stuffed animals… and we had to keep them out of the sun. Because if they were touched by the sun they would lose their sentience and their life, and they would become just regular stuffed animals that were not really alive.

We kept them in the shadows, the shade. And there were people chasing us… some of the poor things did get stuck in the sun, and we hoped the effects were reversible, but we were not sure. Weird!