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Sada's Subconscious

Welcome to my dream log.

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 sream, 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.

Friday, March 15, 2002

Pitas is always down when I need it. Argh.

This was from last week. Medusa was married. You know, the snake-haired woman who turned people into stone? And she had a sister. She had a sister in mythology, but I don't think she had a husband.

Anyway, the sister and husband fell in love. So he ditched Medusa and went with her sister.

Tuesday, March 5, 2002

The past few days, I've had soooooo many dreams. I've also been really sick, so this is my half-ass attempt to recall them.

Right before I woke up, I was having a dream that I was in a lake, being pulled around on the raft-type thing. Except I wasn't me (this seems to happen a lot, huh?). My name was... some Greek mythology name. I can't remember. And I was suicidal for some reason (not true in real-life). So I just sat there all zoned out, then simply slipped backwards into the water and drowned.

Lovely, hmmm?

I was wearing a long, green-dress. I kinda matched the seaweed. My eyes were yellow.

Before that, I (the real me) was part of this group of people. We kept getting tasks to do. And we did them. I was the only female. That's about all I remember about that.

I haven't forgotten about this. I'm just bad at remembering dreams if I don't try really, really hard.

That's part of the reason I started this - to help me try to remember them.

When I was younger I used to remember maybe one dream a year. So I am getting better! :)

January 18, 2002

I finally remembered one. Woo-hoo!

I was there, but it wasn't really me. I looked like someone at work. I even had her name, but it was me.

I was trapped in a cornfield. It was a huge cornfield, and others were trapped with me. The corn was really high, but there were pathways leading all into and around it. It wasn't really geography that was trapping us, but a mean guy who kept us there for some unknown reason.

A lot of the dream was just running. I was trying to escape, so I kept running, trying to elude this guy. Running, running, running, all around. I was pretty good, but he kept catching me. I think he beat me up once. But I kept trying.

Finally I did it. But I escaped into a different time period. And he followed me somehow. I had also left the cornfield, and was on a train or something.

Suddenly I had help, from the sky shot two bright lights. My point-of-view changed and I was looking down on the earth. I was in a spaceship, with clones of myself, who were zapping the bad guy from space. They were happy to see me again. I guess my clones missed me.

January 17, 2002

Aww yeah... I did a little dream analysis on the stuff I remembered. Check it out:

White promises success in all endeavors.

The fuller the beard, the better the omen. Seeing a bushy beard on a man is an excellent omen.

A circle is a sign of success beyond your wildest dreams.

I'll let you know if it works out. LOL

January 17, 2001

I really need to start doing this in the morning. I haven't been remembering them since last time I updated. Last night I had a really long, complex one. But now I can't remember. Dammit. I wish my work mornings weren't so busy.

This is what I remember. I was there. Jason was there. But he had white hair and a really long beard. He wasn't old though. We were standing in this circle, stomping on things.

Shoot. That's all I have. There were like, 5 parts, but that's all I remember. I'll try and do better tomorrow.

January 10, 2002

Two nights ago I had a bad nightmare. I didn't feel like sharing. I just want to forget it.

Last night there was something, but I can't remember what it was. Why do I remember the bad ones, but not the good ones?

Sunday, January 6, 2002

I was on some sort of band trip. I was a musician who was chosen to join this band in Cincinatti for a concert/music festival type thing.

So we were practicing, and I noticed that a few measures halfway through the piece were fantastically out of range. They were too high for any instrument. So I nudged the person next to be, and they pointed more closely to the paper.

There was a picture of a rock formation on it, with large jagged rocks pointing upwards. It looked like a city skyline, only with rocks. They pointed to the smaller rocks, "These are the regular notes." Then they pointed to a few incredibly tall rocks, "These are those high notes."

I was confused because that didn't help me with the notes themselves. It didn't change the fact that my flute doesn't go that high.

The we were in the place in the picture. I guess that was Cincinnati (LOL!). We were all gathered in a cave nearby one of the really tall rocks, and there was a hole in the ceiling. It was also incredibly windy (Cause I watched Twister yesterday). Suddenly we hear this shuffling coming from the hole. A woman went over to investigate.

This is where my dream kinda split into a few different endings all at one.

1. She gets kinda close then changes her mind, turns, and books out of there. We all go running and manage to get away.

2. She ducked her head into the hole and screamed, "Oh my God! It's him!" Then we heard a thwacking sound and her headless body fell to the ground

3. She ducked her head into the hole and screamed, "Oh my God! It's him!" Then I take a machine gun, poke it up the hole and blow his head off.

January 5, 2001

No dreams last night. :(

January 4, 2002

The globe was shrunk. Still large, but a lot smaller than it really is. But the water to land ratio was the same as it is on earth. I was sailing around the continents with my boyfriend. Then my parents were there. We took them on a tour. The sky was kinda red though. I'm surprised I even noticed. I rarely dream in color.

Then the dream changed or I started a new one. I was still on the same small globe, but there was a war going on. But I didn't have any weapons. All there was laying around was an old lawnmower. We sat around looking at it, and contemplated making it into a weapon, but never did. So we lost. Except we didn't die or anything.

The dream changed again. Now I was in a traffic jam, so my car began to fly over the others. My subconscious totally ripped this off from my boyfriend's subconscious. He had this dream the other night. What does that say about me? I like my friend's dreams so much that I have to steal them? LOL, I just hope I don't get Molly's dream where she was Osama Bin Laden's girlfriend. She "didn't know whether to turn him in or to fuck him!" :O What a trip.

Classic Weirdness

I dreamt I dumped my boyfriend for Ozzy.

Then Ozzy proved to be not the man I thought he was.

Classic Nightmare

My sister and I were standing on gray, barren land. Some other people stood with us. A gray, desolate factory loomed towards the horizon. We all walked up to it, then in it. Everything was completely silent. We came upon a lobby with an elevator in it. Small groups of solemn people were standing near it, waiting to get on. The elevator dinged and opened. We got on. The elevator went upwards for about 5 minutes. I'm not sure how many floors it was. The elevator opened and we filed out, one by one. We were in a hallway. The walls were made up of bricks. It was a very long hallway. We walked down it. The further we walked, the more noise we could hear - wind, creaking, and howling. It got louder, but still sounded far away. We were getting closer to the end of the hallway. The people in the line ahead of me halted when they saw the end of it. So I looked. The brick wall was unfinished. It covered up a gray haze. The floor and ceiling drifted off into the gray haze. In the haze were agonized souls - twitching and flying around. The people in line were falling into the haze. For every person that fell in, another brick was added to the wall. We all knew that's where we were going, and were helpless to stop it. One by one, people dropped, their moans adding to the faraway sounds. It was my turn next when everything stopped.

The scene suddenly shifted. My sister and I were in a green park. People were laughing, playing, running around. The sun was shining, birds were singing. Then we heard a booming voice in our heads. It said, "This is an illusion. This green place is not real. You are here because you need to be tested. Remember."

Classic Dream

This was my favorite dream ever. I dreamt it like it was a book. You know how some people's dreams look like it's a movie - with camera zooms and various angles and all that? Well, mine never look like that. I'm lucky if there is color and sound. But this dream was like words in a book. There were no literal words floating around, but I don't know how else to describe it. It was really cool. It was also the most vivid dream I've ever had, which may sound strange to some people because it still was muted black and white, with no sound, but I could feel things, and taste things, and I knew what others were thinking.

As for the plot, well, I don't remember that well. I was outside, hiking in these woods, up a small mountain. It was foggy, but in a really comforting way. There were other people there. I can only remember that one of them looked like Winona LaDuke. They were all so nice, helping me along my way, as they went their own way. It was so peaceful and reassuring. I wish this was a reoccurring dream, but I haven't had one like it since.

January 3, 2001

My 9th and 10th grade math teacher, Ms. Venerus, was giving a test. There were a few people in the room, but I only remember George Clooney. He was seated to my right, not in a desk but sideways on a bench that was pushed up against the wall.

Question One: You will meet people in your life. People that have parents. Which day of the week do you want your friends to be born on?

George started rattling off some monologue ala Ocean's 11 (which I have seen twice). Ms. Venerus cuts him off.

"Monday," he wraps it up.

Heh, I was born on a Monday. But I never answered the question.

I don't remember the rest of the questions. I knew I should have written this down this morning. None of them had anything to do with math, and there were seven, equally as strange as the first.

Suddenly my 7th and 8th grade math teacher is there, Mr. Kilmer. He looked like shit, just like the last time I saw him in a bar - hitting on 20-year-olds. So many people had a crush on him in Junior high. Not me though. Then he was gone.