Last night I had a dream about an old fling who's actually quite popular these days. In reality, our relationship was always rocky, walking on eggshells in fear of setting each other off -- well, wait. I always walked on eggshells in fear of setting HIM off. He didn't care about what I thought.
Anywhozzle, he was in my dream last night and he was as affectionate, kind, and sensitive to me as ever. It was quite nice and refreshing. It even made me miss him a little. It's obviously sticking with me a bit!
Showing posts with label Dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dream. Show all posts
Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
At Least I Have the Cell Phone
I am queen of the dreams - at least in my own mind. I love to dream and I tend to remember mostly all of them (or so I think!). Last night was particularly interesting. Not so much the dream itself, but who was in the dream.
There was a girl I knew in middle school. We weren't very close friends - maybe a few words exchanged here and there, and the most we shared were a few classes growing up. She was tall, smart, friendly, loved succeeding and she sure wasn't afraid to share her success. I remember having a math class with her in 7th or 8th grade and she showed us a catalog she had modeled for. She was proud, as she should've been and I remember thinking how cool it was for her to be able to balance her friends, school work and such awesome extracurricular activities the way she did.
I hadn't seen her after 8th grade and after the end of freshman year I moved up to New York. Being that we weren't really friends, I hadn't thought about her since. I do remember watching one of those spring break MTV shows and I saw her on there. "Holy crap! That's Lauren!" Fast forward a few years later, and back to South Florida I went.
I love how everyone you ever knew in your life is on Facebook and I also love how you remember all of the names even as adults. Most of the friends I have on Facebook are classmates I had throughout my life and I'm okay with that -- Lauren being one. It came as no shock to me to see that she's made it in the modeling world. She looks exactly the same and she still seems like the same girl we knew back in junior high. So the dream, you ask? Fine.
In regular dream-fashion, I have no idea why things were or how things were, but Lauren and I were good enough friends for her to have given me an iPad-type device and I suppose some sort of hand-held game. In exchange, I had given her a cell phone under my name (bad credit, maybe?). I must have done something to rattle her cage because before I knew it, the wireless on my "iPad" wasn't working and she made it very clear that if I wanted it to work again, I had better send her a lot of flowers like her other "smart friends." Jeez! What did I do, girl?! Must've been bad.
My revenge? No problem, I'll just call the cell phone service provider and terminate your contract! It would probably cost the same as sending those flowers! Before you knew it, she turned into the evil other-mother in Coraline and chased me all over trying to take my phone so that I couldn't make that call.
I guess it's just so vivid to me because I have numerous dreams where I'm trying to hide as if it's a life-or-death situation. I sure hope it wasn't one in this case!
Damn, Lauren! What'd I do?!
There was a girl I knew in middle school. We weren't very close friends - maybe a few words exchanged here and there, and the most we shared were a few classes growing up. She was tall, smart, friendly, loved succeeding and she sure wasn't afraid to share her success. I remember having a math class with her in 7th or 8th grade and she showed us a catalog she had modeled for. She was proud, as she should've been and I remember thinking how cool it was for her to be able to balance her friends, school work and such awesome extracurricular activities the way she did.
I hadn't seen her after 8th grade and after the end of freshman year I moved up to New York. Being that we weren't really friends, I hadn't thought about her since. I do remember watching one of those spring break MTV shows and I saw her on there. "Holy crap! That's Lauren!" Fast forward a few years later, and back to South Florida I went.
I love how everyone you ever knew in your life is on Facebook and I also love how you remember all of the names even as adults. Most of the friends I have on Facebook are classmates I had throughout my life and I'm okay with that -- Lauren being one. It came as no shock to me to see that she's made it in the modeling world. She looks exactly the same and she still seems like the same girl we knew back in junior high. So the dream, you ask? Fine.
In regular dream-fashion, I have no idea why things were or how things were, but Lauren and I were good enough friends for her to have given me an iPad-type device and I suppose some sort of hand-held game. In exchange, I had given her a cell phone under my name (bad credit, maybe?). I must have done something to rattle her cage because before I knew it, the wireless on my "iPad" wasn't working and she made it very clear that if I wanted it to work again, I had better send her a lot of flowers like her other "smart friends." Jeez! What did I do, girl?! Must've been bad.
My revenge? No problem, I'll just call the cell phone service provider and terminate your contract! It would probably cost the same as sending those flowers! Before you knew it, she turned into the evil other-mother in Coraline and chased me all over trying to take my phone so that I couldn't make that call.
I guess it's just so vivid to me because I have numerous dreams where I'm trying to hide as if it's a life-or-death situation. I sure hope it wasn't one in this case!
Damn, Lauren! What'd I do?!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Random Thoughts of the Night
Do the Republicans who are rambling on about how Obama's doing nothing and no "Change" is happening really expect things to happen over night? Granted, I'm not much into politics, nor do I know much about it, but I really don't see how much would be different if McCain were in office right now. I actually felt so strongly about my opinion that I had to consult with a friend who knows a lot about the subject (he's a dork), and to my surprise, he agreed. So to you, Mr. Republican (whom I shall not name), shut up and collect your unemployment.
What's the deal with the Global Warming situation and all of the other random disasters that are going on? Some say that Global Warming is all a myth to increase sales in hybrid cars, blah, blah. I also had a conversation with that same friend regarding his thoughts on this. He said that the evidence of the warming is here. He visited Alaska recently and they have markers by one of the glaciers on where the water was when they first started documenting and where it is now. Over the past hundred years or so, it's decreased pretty drastically, but more so in the last few years particularly. I also asked if it could have something to do with other things, like how we've been having very traumatic natural disasters. Katrina, the tsunami, the earthquake. We've always had these things happening, but never like how they're happening lately. What's that all about? His opinion was that we have all of this new technology now and no record-keeping systems and of course - more people. These events are probably the same magnitude as always, but with all of these elements, they seem worse. I'm still thinking about this one.
It's Friday. Ghost hunting shows are on the Travel channel and I absolutely love them all. I may have written my thoughts on this when I first started the blog last year, but I'll reiterate because again, these are my random thoughts of the night. Who's to say ghosts and spirits don't exist? I hate relating it with religion (afterlife), but I believe more in spirits than I do a heaven and a hell. Kind of contradicting, isn't it? I don't know, but I will say that I have my own opinions on the idea of a parallel universe and intelligent life on other planets and other universes. Universii? Galaxies, whatever. I even had a dream about it one evening and I will never forget it because I want so badly to believe that I actually visited a parallel universe. You can laugh, I don't give a hoot.
I dreamed that I traveled back in time to when my father was in high school, I believe. I was sitting a few seats in front and diagonal of him and I was even so intrigued in this dream to note how he looked and what he was wearing for possible future reference. Short hair cut, kind of poofy (sorry pops), same dark complexion, blue button-up shirt, light blue jeans. I also spotted my uncle across the classroom. My uncle recognized me, but my father didn't. I guess he noticed my staring because we finally exchanged words and as impulsive as I am, I didn't hesitate - I told him exactly who I was. Of course he didn't believe me and reassured me that he wouldn't have a daughter, especially at the age he'd be when I would come into the world. No matter what I said, the stubborn 18-year old wouldn't budge. Even my uncle who vouched for me couldn't convince him. The dialogue between my young father, young uncle and I will forever stay with me. "You'll see..." I promised him.
My father also has certain beliefs in the same theory, but he is pretty sure that I didn't travel back because he had never shared a class with his brother, who was clearly there with us in the classroom. To me, that makes no difference. I don't believe that everything would be exactly the same in a parallel universe, but I'm still working on my theories. I also believe in psychic abilities even though one of my closer friends is a practicing skeptic. We only use, what? 10% of our brains? Maybe those who claim they have gifts can somehow use more. The possibilities are endless and I get gitty when I think about it. It's so darn cool!
Anywho, back to Most Haunted.
What's the deal with the Global Warming situation and all of the other random disasters that are going on? Some say that Global Warming is all a myth to increase sales in hybrid cars, blah, blah. I also had a conversation with that same friend regarding his thoughts on this. He said that the evidence of the warming is here. He visited Alaska recently and they have markers by one of the glaciers on where the water was when they first started documenting and where it is now. Over the past hundred years or so, it's decreased pretty drastically, but more so in the last few years particularly. I also asked if it could have something to do with other things, like how we've been having very traumatic natural disasters. Katrina, the tsunami, the earthquake. We've always had these things happening, but never like how they're happening lately. What's that all about? His opinion was that we have all of this new technology now and no record-keeping systems and of course - more people. These events are probably the same magnitude as always, but with all of these elements, they seem worse. I'm still thinking about this one.
It's Friday. Ghost hunting shows are on the Travel channel and I absolutely love them all. I may have written my thoughts on this when I first started the blog last year, but I'll reiterate because again, these are my random thoughts of the night. Who's to say ghosts and spirits don't exist? I hate relating it with religion (afterlife), but I believe more in spirits than I do a heaven and a hell. Kind of contradicting, isn't it? I don't know, but I will say that I have my own opinions on the idea of a parallel universe and intelligent life on other planets and other universes. Universii? Galaxies, whatever. I even had a dream about it one evening and I will never forget it because I want so badly to believe that I actually visited a parallel universe. You can laugh, I don't give a hoot.
I dreamed that I traveled back in time to when my father was in high school, I believe. I was sitting a few seats in front and diagonal of him and I was even so intrigued in this dream to note how he looked and what he was wearing for possible future reference. Short hair cut, kind of poofy (sorry pops), same dark complexion, blue button-up shirt, light blue jeans. I also spotted my uncle across the classroom. My uncle recognized me, but my father didn't. I guess he noticed my staring because we finally exchanged words and as impulsive as I am, I didn't hesitate - I told him exactly who I was. Of course he didn't believe me and reassured me that he wouldn't have a daughter, especially at the age he'd be when I would come into the world. No matter what I said, the stubborn 18-year old wouldn't budge. Even my uncle who vouched for me couldn't convince him. The dialogue between my young father, young uncle and I will forever stay with me. "You'll see..." I promised him.
My father also has certain beliefs in the same theory, but he is pretty sure that I didn't travel back because he had never shared a class with his brother, who was clearly there with us in the classroom. To me, that makes no difference. I don't believe that everything would be exactly the same in a parallel universe, but I'm still working on my theories. I also believe in psychic abilities even though one of my closer friends is a practicing skeptic. We only use, what? 10% of our brains? Maybe those who claim they have gifts can somehow use more. The possibilities are endless and I get gitty when I think about it. It's so darn cool!
Anywho, back to Most Haunted.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Silly Dream: Let This Be A Lesson To Ya
I'm a huge fan of dreaming. I do it every night and I remember most of the details of every one. I also dream in color, so whoever said people don't dream in color is a moron. Moving on.
I don't share most of my dreams, there would be too many and they usually make more sense in our heads than they do when we try and verbalize them. This one, however, is a true gem. Feast your eyes:
I found a way to get Ryan Buell in Ft. Lauderdale, more specifically, my house. The details of how I did this are the part I can't remember, but I'm going to assume that I somehow used Alan as an excuse, as he's a skeptic and Ryan hunts ghosts. Friggen perfect, because now I can turn on my charm and get a few dates, or at least a run in the sack. The only problem? I failed to remove the hand-made mobile dangling from my bedroom ceiling that boldly displayed "Alicia <3 Ryan." (note: said mobile does NOT exist, there is no Ryan merch anywhere in my room unless you count his face on my desktop, cell phone and that dumb face-in-a-hole picture I created for fun located on my Facebook).
How could I have not taken that down?! Of course it ruined me, Ryan now knows that I'm a super fan (not to be confused with Sarafan) and he was angry! Before I knew it, he was kanoodling with another girl! Fury!
Moral of the story: Take down your Backstreet Boys, Hanson, Michael Phelps, Zac Efron, Michael Bublé (you get the point) pictures, posters and pathetic-grams because you never know when they'll end up in your bedroom. That goes for you, Allison.
I don't share most of my dreams, there would be too many and they usually make more sense in our heads than they do when we try and verbalize them. This one, however, is a true gem. Feast your eyes:
I found a way to get Ryan Buell in Ft. Lauderdale, more specifically, my house. The details of how I did this are the part I can't remember, but I'm going to assume that I somehow used Alan as an excuse, as he's a skeptic and Ryan hunts ghosts. Friggen perfect, because now I can turn on my charm and get a few dates, or at least a run in the sack. The only problem? I failed to remove the hand-made mobile dangling from my bedroom ceiling that boldly displayed "Alicia <3 Ryan." (note: said mobile does NOT exist, there is no Ryan merch anywhere in my room unless you count his face on my desktop, cell phone and that dumb face-in-a-hole picture I created for fun located on my Facebook).
How could I have not taken that down?! Of course it ruined me, Ryan now knows that I'm a super fan (not to be confused with Sarafan) and he was angry! Before I knew it, he was kanoodling with another girl! Fury!
Moral of the story: Take down your Backstreet Boys, Hanson, Michael Phelps, Zac Efron, Michael Bublé (you get the point) pictures, posters and pathetic-grams because you never know when they'll end up in your bedroom. That goes for you, Allison.
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