THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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Dream numero uno: So Friday night I dreampt that Martha Stewart was president but she didn't do much other than constantly redecorate the White House. In my dream I sat in the employ lunchroom in opne of those political conversations that the one Libertarian you know always sucks you into and i remeber commenting "I'm glad it's an election year, but I'm worried there's no strong feminist candidates." The second dream: With everything going on over the weekend, I made it home Sunday morning and was napping before noon, fully clothed between the sheets. I dreampt that the house ghost was trying to have sex with me and I was into the idea, not really frightened at all, but I knew that ghosts aren't all that solid so I tried to reach for my vibrator but my arms were pinned to my sides and I couldn't move. The weird part was I woke up with my jeans unbuttoned. |
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I was walking around SE Portland with a couple of buddies when we found some signs warning us about alien parasites that take over your mind after creeping up your nose, so we all sat down and started picking. (I was in third person for awhile) Then this cool dude comes back from California and is giving gifts to all his friends (an assistant is handing them out). Mostly they're coloring books with weird prizes like flexies and flat plastic crowns that were pink. One couple got matching unicolor Henry the VIII costumes, all sparkly but she had a cape and then they went for a walk to a party the dude was throwing. That's when the alien invasion started. He got zapped and she came back screaming. The cool dude gift place is turned into a lab and they're studying captured aliens in there. Nobody can really go out except her because she has a cape. Some alien dignitaries fly in to investigate but they're zapped with a liquid ray and their ship fills with fluid. When they're brought into the lab they've shrunk and look all cute like sea monkeys, pac-man ghosts and the alien baby from men in black. (back in first person) Then I was interviewing to be security at rock concerts and they were asking me about my schedule, but it wasn't doing. It's difficult talking about my dreams when they're all over the place. |
. I was upset because my camera was out of film. It didn't seem scary or even unusual, just very beautiful. |