¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 9/01/2005 11:16:00 PM PERMALINK
Oh, geez. This is R-rated right here. Had a rude awakening this morning when the phone rang. Interupted a dream I was having. It was a Borne Identity-like setting, but it was Brad Pitt. And when the phone rang, it was in the middle of a bedroom scene with Brad Pitt, Uma Thermon and ME! Wow. Interesting. This was in an abandoned cabin in the middle of no where after an action movie-like chase and us dodging bullets and the whole bit. Then the sex, of course. It wouldn't be a good action movie without it. Makes me want to go back to sleep!     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 6/15/2005 10:10:00 AM PERMALINK
I was walking on a levy-like thing next to a highway with another young woman. Parallel to the highway was a railroad. While we were walking, a train derailed and came barrelling toward us, over the highway. We ran as the out-of-control freight cars hurled twoard us and we just got out of the way as they tumbled and crashed on the levy. It was very loud and the freight cars were orange and larger-than-life. They were empty, so nothing came spilling out of them, but the metal made a lot of screeching.

And in part 2 of the dream, I had remembered to take my daily medicine. In my dream I kept my meds in a plastic daily reminder thing. One little compartment for each day: MTWTFSS. But instead of the container being straight, it was in a circle. And instead of taking one pill, I swallowed the whole container. As soon as I did it, I realized it was a bad idea. Later, I couldn't remember if I had taken my medicine, and I had another plastic thing with the days on it. And again I swallowed the whole container instead of just one pill. And then I remember thinking, "Oh, not again. I can't believe I just did that again!"

I didn't want to go to the hospital becuase I didn't want my stomach pumped. But I also knew it would be very painful to pass those containers, which are about 4 inches in diameter. I did go to the hospital, but it was the local hospital, which I didn't trust. But every time I tried to call the better hospital in a larger town nearby, I kept getting the wrong number. Also, I didn't want to take an ambulance becuase I knew it would be very expensive.

I tried to walk, and I was walking on the levy again. I couldn't make it to the hospital and passed out. A police car came and took me to the hospital, but I had woken up and it took me a while to convince him I wasn't faking.

I ended up getting sick, but I did not expel both containers. I remember being at the hospital and there being a lot of blood. They said they would not be able to pump my stomach because the containers would not fit in the tubes. So, they would have to do surgery. Then I woke up.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 4/16/2005 08:56:00 AM PERMALINK
My sister, dad, friend Jayne and I were on the roof of a 3-story hotel. I think I worked there or something. I went up there to open the shutters or something like that. There were cement planters up there with sparce plants in them.

Jayne, the jokester, told me she was going to ride her bicycle off the roof. (Yes, she had her bike up there, for some reason)
I thought she was joking. The next thing I know, she does it!

I didn't run to the edge, however, to see how she faired. I waited a minute, then ran to one of the planters. I look in it and there are two fake plam trees made out of styrofoam. They were painted gold for the trunk and green for the leaves.

And then I realized, Jayne was in the planter. Except, she was two inches tall. I didn't actually SEE her, I just knew she was under the dirt somewhere. I wasn't really worried about her, I knew she was OK, I just didn't want to lose track of her.

Then two bicyclers show up on the roof and start squirting water from their water bottles into the planter. I think they were trying to drown Jayne. So I yell at them, and start using my hands to get the water out of the planter. I didn't want her to drown.

I woke up with the feeling that everthing was OK. I don't think she drowned.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 4/13/2005 09:47:00 PM PERMALINK
I drempt the coach of the Buffalo Bills football team was in my Spinning class (I'm an instructor in real life). I was very scared that he would not think the class was hard enough. He came and took the class and I was intimidated. But it turned out ok.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 3/28/2005 11:41:00 PM PERMALINK
I was standing in a field and saw a moose off in the distance. It was coming closer and closer to me. Not threatening me, but walking. It was a male and had a huge antler rack. Beautiful, graceful, powerful.

He came up to me from the side and put his huge head on my shoulder. Just rested his chin on my right shoulder. I wasn't afraid but I was in awe. It stayed for a little while and then just started walking away.

Also in this dream, I was out in the middle of nowhere, in a rural area of farmland.

I was in this old farm house. A family lived there. I think it was a single mom with 2-3 kids, all girls. They were adolescents and early teens. The house was run down. There were newspapers and garbage everywhere throughout the house.

It looked like it had been abandoned about 15-20 years before, and they found it and started living there. The doors were coming off the hinges. All the rooms were grimy.

I don't even know why I was there, but I went there several times in this dream. I didn't feel scared, but I did feel bad that they lived this way.
     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 3/19/2005 11:48:00 AM PERMALINK
I was in a weekend program for female students. It was like prison. No freedom and someone checking on you every five minutes. There was four of us in a room. I don't know what I was doing there. It was like boarding school, but short-term.

One of our field trips was to this Mexican town, similar to one I visited on my cruise in real life last week. There were spa services there, so I went with some of my friends to the hot tub room. But it was co-ed which made me uncomfortable.

Later at the same place I saw my high school boyfriend Pat and his good friend Dave in two separate booths, but it wasn't a restaurant. I went and sat next to Pat and we sang karaoke. They were karaoke booths! A phototographer came and took our picture together.

Karaoke is in my subconcious because I sang karaoke on the cruise ship last week, and I'm planning on going to a karaoke bar here at home tonight with some women from work.

After karaoke (I don't remember what I sang, if anything) I went back late to the boarding school and was almost caught.

I looked out the window in the morning when I was finally leaving the "prison" and saw Pat and Dave on a water taxi. It was about to leave.

I had to pass some inspection before I could leave the prison and just barely made it onto the water taxi as it was pulling away. I have no idea what body of water we were on or where we were going. It seemed to be more of a pleasure cruise more than a mode of transportation.

There was a photographer coming around with the photos he had taken at the karaoke booths. I told him we didn't want to order any (in my dream, as in real life, I am married to a wonderful man, Steve.) I thought it inappropriate to have a formal portrait of me and my ex when I am married. But Paul wanted them, and it surprised me.

Formal portraits are in my brain because my husband and I had some taken last November and I picked them up the other day from the photographer.

Of course, just like in every dream with my ex, I am torn between wanting to get back together with him, and my current status of MARRIED. Note: In real life, this is not a problem, but my subconcious loves to remind me about it.

Somewhere in this dream, I think at the beginning, was a cameo of a guy I met on the cruise last week, Chris. He did't stay, however. I think he morphed into Pat. Hummm... wonder what that means?     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 3/16/2005 09:52:00 AM PERMALINK
In my dream Monday morning, my best friend's childhood home burned down. I remember going through the rubble with her to find things that were salvagable. There wasn't much.

But we had to clean up the rubble because there was going to be a wedding on the pile of rubble that afternoon.

So, we had a wedding. Don't know who the bride was. But she and the bridesmaids were walking down the charred halls of the house to the living room, which didn't really exist anymore, where the ceremony was going to be.

I think the reception was held in the backyard, where it was muddy from the fire hoses and there was debris scattered all over.

I don't remember if the guests had a good time, or how the bride felt about the location. But it all felt very normal to be having a wedding in a charred house.

I dream about weddings a lot. Anyone know what weddings are supposed to signify?     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 2/28/2005 11:54:00 PM PERMALINK
In Monday morning's dream, I was in the Caribbean, (where I will be one week from now, actually).
I was wading in the ocean, and elephants were showering me with water from their trunks. I was wading with a young asian girl, maybe 7 years old.

The two of us decided we would each bring an elephant home from our vacation.
The next 'scene' is at the house where I grew up 8-18 years old. I have 2 elephants in the yard, and they are pooping and acting very depressed.

They are so clearly depressed that I thought, "If I could do one thing over in my entire life, I would do this over and NEVER have brought these animals home." I remember thinking how horribly cruel it was of me to want an elephant. And now I had depressed elephants on my hands.

I had to find a way to keep them in the yard, so I tried to tether one to the garage using an impossibly small hook screwed into the side of the garage.

By this time, the elephant I was working with had become a human. A 20-something man in a suit, to be exact. So, now I was attempting to attach his tie to this little hook in the garage. But, in addition to being a young professional, he was also still an elephant, somehow.

Then the dream switched to me and friend riding a tram in a city. It was night and we were riding in the very front of the car, and it was all open. The tram was going slowly and hit a drunk woman walking in front of it. She landed in our laps and was generally unhurt. But I was very upset by the whole thing.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 2/28/2005 11:43:00 PM PERMALINK
The title of this entry is a quote from one of my former psychiatrists. "Look at this. (glances at her watch) It's been a half hour and it's nothing but your mother, your mother, your mother."

So, you can guess what my dream Sunday morning was about.
My mother.

Nothing too bad, considering the things I could dream about my mother.
In my dream, I was at a hospital and me, Mom, my sister and my ex-boyfriend were sneaking around, on some covert mission. The goal was to get to the roof. We went into this empty employee break room and they found access to the roof (or, one level of it, there were more floors above us) from the windows.
So, my sister and mom proceed to the roof. I stay inside and just watch them from the safety of indoors.
In (awake) life, I'm not one to pass up excitement, and actually, enjoy spending time on the roof of my workplace. But, although it was a bright, sunny day, and the consequences didn't feel dire, I did not join them.
My sister eventually came back in, and the two of us just watched Mom out there. She was near the edge a lot and it made me nervous, but I did nothing to try to get her to safety. I just let her be.

This is symbolic because for the last 12 years, and especially for the last 15 months, teatering on the edge is exactly how I would describe my mother's life. And up until the last 15 months, I have tried to bring her back from the edge. And 15 months ago, stopped trying. And now have even looked away from the window altogether.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 2/24/2005 10:51:00 PM PERMALINK
I have a friend who is 15-years old. Her family has 'adopted' me and I them. I wil call her 'Julie.'

Julie was gone. I was at her mother's house. She went somewhere, didn't tell anyone and I don't know how long she'd been gone.

It must have been a long time because it was to the point where we all thought she'd been ubducted and killed. There was absolutly no trace of her.

I was at her mother's house with many of her friends coming and going. We were all sad and crying. I was sitting with her boyfriend who was very upset.

We had already gone into town (her mom lived out in the country in my dream) and looked and looked for her. I went to a restaurant to ask about her. It was raining and it was night when I was driving back to her mother's house. I remember feeling that the weather matched my mood and the situation perfectly.

We were all devastated. Didn't know what to do next. One of her friends stopped by and got out of the car. I thought it was Julie and even yelled to everyone, "She's here!! She's back!!" But I quickly realized it was not her and we all seemed to sink deeper into distress.

And then Julie came home.

I felt this almost tangible feeling of relief. All I could do was grab her and hold her and cry. I had never felt such anguish and now I had never felt such joy.

She had gone to the movies with two boys. They suggested they all go to California. So they left. She didn't call, didn't let us know if she was OK. Nothing. I was so mad, and so happy she had returned, at the same time.


This dream made me realize how much I really love 'Julie,' as if she were my own daughter. How I would do anything to keep her safe, and at the same time, I know she is reaching the point in her life where she will me making her own decisions.

And maybe the dream is symbolic of something I think I have lost forever, but that isn't really lost at all.

I think the idea of the dream came from a story a friend of mine told me recently. She said that when she was in high school, during her senior year, she was sitting on the front stoop of her apartment when her friends pulled up in their car.
They told her "Phish" was on the east coast, on their last tour and they were missing it. So, she got in the car and they went to the east coast and followed Phish around. She didn't call her parents until she'd been gone a week.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 2/05/2005 02:17:00 PM PERMALINK
In real life, I went to lunch yesterday with a friend of mine. She owns horses and was telling me about her horse that was due to have a foal in April. She also invited my husband and me over to go riding sometime on some of her other horses. She said the mare is all black, no other color on her, and that the foal might be a black paint.

I drempt that she told me that the baby horse died and therefore we couldn't come over to ride horses.

I drempt about my sister, too, but I can't remember that one.
Here's a website about paint horses
     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 1/31/2005 08:57:00 PM PERMALINK
In rural America, where I live (but not where I'm from) methamphetamine is a growing problem. It's becoming a problem in the urban areas now too, but it's easier to make in rural parts.

There's a couple of reasons for this:
- Cooking meth smells really bad, and if your neighbor smells something that bad, they are bound to alert the authorities. Many meth labs are in houses in the country. Some people even have them in their cars and drive out to the country to make the meth. It's also harder for the cops to track down this way.
- One of the ingredients of meth is anhydrous ammonia. One of the things farmers put on their fields to add nutrients is anhydrous ammonia. Farmers have tanks of the stuff on their farms, and meth addicts often tap into the tanks and steal it. Anhydrous is a much harder to find in urban areas.

Now, I am not a meth addict. I know this information because I work for a newspaper and we have done stories on it, as well as report on farm meetings about locking up anhydrous tanks so it can't be stolen.

And, because I have all this information running around in my head, my brain decided to put it together in the form of this morning's dream:

My dad and I returned to our house to find that there had had been an explosion.

Apparently, my sister had a meth lab in the basement. In this dream, we lived next door to a cop that I know in real life and he told me that the explosion was from my sister's meth lab. Why he hadn't done anything prior to the explosion and why he hadn't arrested my sister after the explosion, I don't know.

Of course, my sister denied anything and blamed the accident on something else and said the explosion originated elsewhere in the house. My dad denied that my sister had a drug problem as well.

The house was still standing, but was very damaged. I went to the basement and saw where the floor was black and I knew the explosion originated there. I was trying to explain to them about meth and how the chemicals are very explosive. I was asking my sister about meth and why she had a meth lab, etc. But she and my dad just kept denying it.


     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 1/27/2005 08:03:00 AM PERMALINK
I got married in 2001. Before and since my wedding I have drempt of weddings many, many times. Every dream wedding was disasterous. This morning's dream was no different.

My friend Michelle and I were in a friend, Jennie's, wedding.

Michelle was the maid of honor and had a wear a very large red dress with a deep v-neck. To cover the plunging neck line, she wore a sheer yellow scarf stuffed in there. She also had to wear a red pill-box hat and tall black leather boots. In the dream she had just had surgery to fix tendons her her ankle, but insisted on walking down the aisle and without pain medication.

It begs to be mentioned here that Michelle has very red hair and the red dress, besides being very ugly, would clash with her hair.

My sister and I, who were bridesmaids as well, wore long, straight silver empire-waiste dresses with lots of sequence on the top. We had to wear shoes that were much, much to high for me, although I think my sister could handle them.


We were running very late for the wedding when I woke up.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 1/26/2005 09:11:00 PM PERMALINK
My Tuesday morning dream:

In the airport parking garage with my high school friend, Sarah. I have drempt about this parking deck before. In another dream it was the parking deck for a baseball game.
We parked and were wheeling our big suitcases through all these check points to get to the airport. I was toodling right along. I look back, and she is gone.
I go ahead to the gate to see if she is there. She's not.
I retrace my steps to find her and she's gone.

Eventually I find that she was with her boyfriend and they got held up at a check point and decided to turn back and go home. I was mad becuase they didn't tell me what they were doing.

I ended up not getting on the plane. I didn't go anywhere.     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 1/24/2005 05:43:00 PM PERMALINK
In my dream this morning, my best friend and I, and my husband, smoked pot. (None of us has ever smoked the stuff in real, awake life)
After smoking, I went back to my room, which was like a dorm, and, of course, there is a drug task force there going through all my stuff. There was nothing to find.
One of the task force guys forced me to breath in his face so he could smell if I'd been smoking pot or not (I saw this done once, a cop made a group of kids each blow in his face so he could see if they had been drinking.) For some reason, the task force guy didn't smell the pot and let me go, but now my room was a mess, and I was high and freaking out.