Sada's Subconscious

Welcome to my dream log.

Friday, May 10, 2002

I have had dreams since March, but I had limited computer access. Sorry. It's all good now.

I had another freakin' Casey dream a few nights ago. What is up with that? In this one we were talking on the phone and he was telling me all about his girlfriend. It was weird because in the dream I felt bad. Not jealous or wanting him or anything, just sad about it. Then I woke up and was like, "What did I feel sad about that for?" LOL

Sunday, March 31, 2002

Okay, I don't think I've ever had a dream about my ex-boyfriend before, but I did last night.

*disclaimers* This dream was entirely fictional. I have no desire to leave Jason. I also dislike soccer.

It was a long dream, fairly linear, actually made sense as far as stories go, and was in my typical dull color.

I was working as a professional soccer player and traveling the world to play. One day, after a game, my teammates and I popped in a movie - some sci-fi B movie. And I discovered that my ex-boyfriend Casey was in it. (Now, he did act from time to time. I don't what it is with me and actors, but there you go) He had a bit part as a sort-of stormtrooper like character - with lines. I couldn't tell it was him by his face, because that was all covered with a mask, but I could tell by the way he walked. He has a distinctive walk, that was magnified in my dream.

So my dream self decides to give him a call. Enough years had passed since our break-up, so it was safe to inquire how he was doing as a friend. So I do, and his roommates tell me that Casey is in some island country. It was like a dream version of Indonesia. At one point I had a vivid map in front of me.

And as luck would have it, I would being playing in this country with my team. So I decide to look him up when I'm there.

So I get there and look him up. He looks the same as usual, except he let his hair grow longer again. (He cut it after college) And he was't really working, but was caught up in this group of rich people that seemed to be white-collar criminals.

I can't remember the details of what happened next, but I ended up on some sort of adventure where a different group of criminals came after me, because they mistook me for someone in the original group - because I was talking to Casey. I remember getting shot at in a dark pool, and having to move through the water as silently as I could so the shooter wouldn't know where I was. There were about 4 other things too, but I can't really remember them.

It went on for months. I obviously wasn't playing anymore. I spend my life running away from these criminals. And Casey was there some of the time. I think he was trying to fix things on his end or something. The adventure ended when I found some American Embassy guy in some bleachers somewhere. This was right after something about flooded baseball fields. *shrug* And the dream ended when Casey and I decided to get back together.

Wednesday, March 27, 2002

Something about a birthday party with a Satan theme?

It was quite bizarre.

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

Last night I was ski jumping! It was a lot of fun. Although strange because I wasn't doing it alone. I was literally strapped to a real ski jumper. Like, my legs were strapped to their legs, and my arms to their arms. I don't know what sex the person was. But it was nice because I didn't have to know what I was doing. I was just along for the ride. Wheee!!!!

Monday, March 25, 2002

Let's just say I woke up having an orgasm and leave it at that.

Saturday, March 23, 2002

Last night I dreamed I was on a version of Fear Factor with Tino Martinez, Derek Jeter, and some guy named Chris I went to HS with.

It wasn't a terribly exciting dream. The only "stunt" we seemed to be doing was one of those drop rides you see at the amusement park where it brings you shooting up and then drops you down so your stomach is in your head. Except our version was 10 feet tall. LOL!

Yes, I am scared of heights.