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You’re Probably Sick of My Dreams

31 Aug

I had a dream that I was a backup dancer for Robin Thicke, but all the other dancers were little girls and this one little boy. It was really awkward. This one little girl was crying. We were all trying to get attention from the audience so that we could win (win what? I don’t know), and this little girl, Julia, was a backup dancer and she was crying, so someone got on the loudspeaker and sang a song just for her. We got up and sang some children’s song together and then posed. Then, Robin Thicke came on stage to perform. People were kind of upset with him because his tour bus was blocking the view and he needed his own personal red carpet.

I also had a dream that Tom Cruise asked me to take his orange and black mustang and go kill people. He wanted me to be back by noon, which was impossible given the time constraints. So basically I turned into an evil guy and went and killed all these people, and then Adele was supposed to be driving them back to Tom’s office for me. She got in a car accident with all of the bodies in the car, and they flew everywhere. She then turned into a live sarcophagus that was upside down in the desert, but she looked like a giant bug. That sentence makes no sense, but that’s about how much sense it made in my dream. But yeah, I was upset because I just wanted Tom Cruise not to be upset with me because he would kill me.

Then I had a dream that I was at school and my parents were coming to visit. I was taking this really hard exam from my neuro professor, but it was on pathology. Then my parents met my pathophysiology professor who lived with a 3rd year. They took my parents to see the Dean, and I went back to class.


25 Aug

I have a cousin that is basically throwing her life away. She’s smart, but she’s not using it. She’s not talking to family anymore, she keeps getting pregnant, and she’s in and out of relationships with men that are no good for her. I love her and all, and I wish she would move back home.

I had a dream that she helped me with my fashion sense/wardrobe, clean my apartment, kill roaches, do laundry and dishes, and get my life together. Then we ate corn dogs and peas. Weird.

I also had a dream that was too detailed to even try to write about.

Dreams About My Brother

24 Aug

Last night I had some pretty weird dreams (again) all involving my brother.

In the first one, we were trying to sneak him into the country, because he was from a different country, which was literally like down the street. Then we got into the country and took him to the church we used to go to, but it was taken over by another church and filled with Halloween decorations. Scary ones. We decided to go to the church’s restaurant instead of the service. They were playing India Arie’s song “Back to the Middle” and I was singing along. When we sat down, there was already food there and there were HUGE, GINORMOUS alcoholic beverages. I had a beer and a margarita. The beer was really good. It was Heineken’s “Off Blood” beer (which doesn’t really exist, obviously). I didn’t have room for the margarita. They came and took the old food off the table, but wanted to charge us for it, so the waitress gave my dad some cash to cover it. Then they brought us our appetizer, which was enchiladas covered in goat cheese on top of lettuce and pita. Weird. It was good, though. Then they brought us our entrees in a bag. I had a hamburger, and we were gonna go home to eat it later. On the walk to the car, we passed all of these stores and we walked through a clothing store and Homegoods. They were playing “Yo no me doy por vencido” but not the version by Luis Fonsi. An older version, I guess. I was singing along to that, too. We also walked through a Chico’s clothing store and I ran into a mannequin. We got to the car, and my dad drove the wrong way around the round-a-bout.

I had this other dream that I drove up to this random house and rang the doorbell. I didn’t know why, so I decided to make up some name and ask if they were there. A girl came to the door, and I asked if Michelle was there. I expected her to be like “wrong house” but she was like, yeah, she’s up in my brother’s room. I started petting her dog, and said Michelle Smith or Michelle Hightower? She said, “the one who was just diagnosed with leukemia” and I said. Oh no, wrong Michelle. Then I said if the other Michelle stops by, to have her brother call me. Then she said ok, and I went to my car and drove off, but her dog loved me and followed me. He eventually let me go, and I drove off and got lost. I stopped at this seedy place to program my GPS. I got out of the car, and I was walking through this place…I forgot what I was looking for…but my brother was waiting for me outside. I saw this man…Aaron Paul (Pinkman) from Breaking Bad, actually…and he had a gun. He started following me, so I was like sh*t sh*t sh*t in my head. Then he stopped and shot off his big toe. My brother looked unfazed. Then he proceeded to shoot off the rest of his toes. My brother made some comment, and Aaron Paul pointed the gun at us. I was trying to shut my brother up as we walked briskly back to the car. My brother kept making comments, and Aaron pointed the gun at us again. I grabbed my brother by the collar and pulled him towards the car. Then Aaron said “I’m the catalyst of that reaction!” and my brother, to make a point, walked me to my side of the car, then got into his side of the car. We drove off, getting a little lost, then I decided to drive to taekwondo so see my old instructor. Then it cut to where my little brother was a bit older. He had shaggy hair and hats and kinda bummy clothes. He kinda looked like an older version of Harry Styles from one direction. Then my dream became narrated by some voice. It talked about how Charlie (my brother) bounced from place to place, never settling down. When he got too comfortable somewhere, he had to leave. It showed him getting involved in selling weed and shooting peas with a rubber band. He hung out with dangerous people, and he didn’t want to admit to them that his sister (me) was black. Then it showed him working as a waiter at a restaurant and running to the shoe place next door where the owner knew him well. He had to return the shoes he was wearing and trade them for new ones because the owner wouldn’t let him wear them. He traded them for these fuzzy ugg boots just to piss off his boss. Then a girl ran in screaming saying his friends were in an ambulance. He ran down the street and saw that out of his 3 friends, only 1 of them was alive still. He ran back to the shoe store and started crying. Then I was suddenly there throwing up blood and oatmeal on the floor of the shoe store. And that was pretty much it.

More Entries for My Weird Dreams File

18 Aug

I was at a theme park with my mom and my brother. My brother ran off and we didn’t see him again. My mom was looking for him and getting really mad. I was getting famous for writing a TV show kinda like Family Guy over at the snack bar. I got paid in loose potato chips (as in not in packages). They suddenly turned into dollars and I gave them all to the snack bar and got an ice cream sandwich. A round one with lots of chocolate. I looked for a place to eat it, and suddenly the theme park became a boat. One seat was swinging out over the water, and I said “nope, nope, nope!” So I sat down near a family. Soon the grandma came back and I was in her seat, so I asked if the seat across from them was taken. It wasn’t, so I sat there. I finished my ice cream, and ran into my mom. She was mad about not finding my brother. We both went and found my dad and some of her coworkers playing this game that when you throw these balls into holes over the water, you get points. However, you had to wait a while after every 3 balls or so. My dad was doing pretty well. One of my mom’s coworkers kept jumping in the water, and the people who made the game were making big artificial waves and there was a huge blow-up killer whale in the water. He didn’t care, though, and got slammed into a wall by a huge wave. The killer whale then started choosing people he wanted to kill by screaming in their faces with fire in his mouth, and he chose me. Then I woke up.

In my next dream, I saw Ronald Reagan get elected, and then he was making a speech. He said something that no one liked, and this man from the intelligence party stood up, outraged, and asked him a tough question. Then, we were in his house. There was a filmmaker that loved his house and was given his house, but he wanted to make it seem like a dark and dangerous place. Mickey mouse was on the couch, and another mouse was with me. Sylvester the cat was planning something devious and tried to get the mice to follow him, so they chased him all around the house and halfway down to the basement. Sylvester hid under the stairs, and the mice thought something must be wrong, so they stopped going down the stairs. Then they heard Sylvester hiss, and the mouse who wasn’t mickey stuck his hand under the step, and Sylvester started licking it, then Sylvester bit his hand. The mice ran away.


I should probably start studying for path now. I had chemo today and I feel really…gross.

Can’t Sleep

10 Aug


This shouldn’t surprise me. It happens all the time, even with the Ambien. Now here comes the part where I start thinking too many thoughts alone in my room and get all worked up over things that A) shouldn’t bother me, B) will never occur, or C) I shouldn’t be thinking about in the first place.

Right now, I’d say we’re at C. Still can’t stop thinking about those statistics I saw earlier. It got even worse when it metastasized to multiple distant locations, and uh…yeah, I won that bag of shit jackpot, too. Lucky me over here! I know I shouldn’t be thinking about this, which is why it’s on my list as C.

I also had a strange dream. I was at a show in an auditorium, and we kept changing seat for some weird reason that I can’t exactly explain, but it had to do with the trajectory of this thing that would slice our broccoli. Then, we left, and my brother and I had to run back to our house, but they had turned it into dorm rooms and made all the rooms smaller (everyone got a corner of the microwave to use) and locked us in the basement. *we don’t even have a basement* so we ran around campus until we could finally get into our house and we had to battle everyone inside to get our house back, but the people inside were my cousins and my little sib from school. I was livid. Then there was some cap’n crunch involved somehow and running around and a Christmas tree, and we got our house back, but had a lot of unwanted guests in the dining room.

Still Dreaming

9 Aug

Last night I didn’t sleep very well. I slept on and off for a while, then was woken up at 5 AM and couldn’t go back to sleep because of the pain. Then, I slept on and off unintentionally all day. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, I know it, so I need to sleep well tonight. Hopefully my Ambien and Benadryl will kick in well tonight. While I did sleep, though, I had some strange dreams.

  1. In one dream, I was a nurse and I was new. I was teaching other nurses how the computer system worked. That dream was short and relatively normal.
  2. In another dream…I can’t even explain it properly. Me and several other people were all pretending to be one hillbilly and performing for a crowd with mud, trucks, horses, and this big wooden structure. Then we had to take care of the mud before our next performance, which some of the girls turned into babies and we all became gay. Then these Korean people showed the crowd that there were like six of us. Some people left, many stayed and thought it was beautiful. Then we danced ballet in the mud.
  3. I also had a dream that I was watching Supernatural while trying to simultaneously elicit and avoid a chemokine-induced shark attack in my bedroom on the second floor with mint leaves. I was terrified. I was also getting better cell phone service in the jungles of Haiti than out in the open in the cities. I don’t even watch Supernatural. I’ve never been to Haiti. The shark thing is just weird. I was doing that with my brother’s friend. The whole thing was strange.

 I swear I’d win a weirdest dream contest.

I Had Some Pretty Wild Dreams Last Night

19 Jul

I’ve been sleeping a lot, so I’ve had a lot of dreams. My dreams tend to be weird. Like this:

One was about a girl named Julia, she was my sister in the dream, and she had a bike that we helped her color gold, purple, and green with special crayons. She was a very determined little girl and borderline enchanting. She made fireworks out of tree branches. We thought we lost her for a while, but she was just swimming with these other little girls in the pond. Julia liked yellow fruits and vegetables, she liked to swim and dance, and she liked monkey bars. We also had a dog who was attached to a very expensive vacuum full of rotten fish, and our dad was Robin Williams, and he wanted to put up gymnastics rings in our garage. When he realized that was a bad idea, he started to detach them, but they got stuck to the dog and turned into a vacuum cleaner full of rotten fish. He had to strangle the dog a little to get it off, so he hesitated and the dog ran away because it wanted to hump the vacuum cleaner. I let the dog go free and ran the other way. Our dad ran after it.

I also had a dream that I was learning to play Michael Jackson songs on the piano, but I was scared that I would have to pee in the middle. I was really slow at reading sheet music, and I had to write down all the notes. In the meantime, we had guests over and I told them I wasn’t finished. They didn’t care.

I had a dream that I was helping Leonardo DiCaprio and his ship mates win a pirate regatta and earn gold. He was a swing dancer turned pirate, and he was still learning. There was a burly man helping him to keep other men from kissing his girlfriend after they chopped wood. His girlfriend was Kate Winslet, naturally. The burly man rigged a machine to help Leonardo win gold, and Leonardo got 5th in the giant log competition. The boat was owned by the British, and we were fighting against the Americans and the Scottish to win, but the Americans used guerrilla warfare tactics and cheated, ruining our boat with giant Marlins. The Scottish turned their boats into water cars and said “When you use cars, a boat race becomes a road race.” We crushed their cars with our boats. We came in 2nd because of the Americans.

I also had a dream that I was to be in a huge production and we were learning to dance, but I had to go on a flying bicycle carpet with my ex boyfriend over the ocean first, so I was late to practice and didn’t get many parts in the production. We were supposed to land in NY, but we landed in FL in the water full of sharks. We swam to safety, and then I ran to practice. We practiced the dances, and later won an award, but it was just a box of animal crackers, and it had a “pop up spider” crawl out of it and into our pile of laundry. Gross.

When I say, “My dreams are weird,” I really mean it.

Strange Dreams

7 Jul

I’m trying to watch Snow White and The Huntsman, and it’s taking me forever. I can’t get through 30 minutes without taking an equally long nap! It’s making me have some interesting dreams, though.

I’ve been growing out my fingernails this summer (yay, they can grow!) and I keep having dreams that they’re gone again or super short or that the nail polish I’ve been putting on them is just gone. I’ve also been dreaming about food a lot. My dreams have pretty much all been about the same or similar things all summer. It’s weird. My dreams are always weird, but they feel so real that when I wake up, I feel so disoriented and have to remind myself of real life. Sometimes, I can’t tell if something really happened or if it happened in a dream.


22 Jun

I’m awake and feeling awful. I’ve been in so much pain this past week, and I got pain medicine that worked today (I guess yesterday at this point) and it made me sleep all day, which was fine.

But now I’m up and in pain again, and so so nauseous. My stomach is just not happy. It’s swollen and kind of bruised looking…it’s not cute. I have a headache, and I just want to go back to sleep, but I can’t. 

I’ll probably be able to after my next dose of medication, but that’s not for a little while.

When I was sleeping, I had this weird dream about being in this huge hotel, and having to go to this guy’s room to wait for the lady to clean my room. I didn’t know this guy, and he was so confused about why I was waiting in his hotel room. I was confused about it, too. The cleaning lady and the manager also showed up to surprise his wife because it was her birthday, and they literally jumped out and scared her. She thought it was hilarious. That said, he was not too pleased about me being in his room, and it kind of went downhill from there. My dreams are weird.