Tuesday, June 21, 2005

My Un, Semi, and Conscious Mind


Travel by night
Originally uploaded by
Raine1.

I have been sharing my 20+year old dream journal.

Hope you are finding it as hilarious as I do, especially if you’re in there!! (Frances)

Are you starting to see a common theme?

In my dreams I was often:

Scared (based on the pot references could have been paranoia)
Drunk (the alcoholics wet dream)
Stoned
Uneasy around basements (It was the Eighties, it was the Beaches - the Cellar - you got in you got out!)
People and animals died (bad semi, unconscious mind!!)
and Susan did a lot more in my dreams than she did awake (You go girl!!…peer pressure in lala land!!)

Sunday, June 19, 2005

I must have had cheese before bedtime

I was in a roller skating rink with a bunch of pigs
– I mean hogs.
It was weird.
This man was there who had on a gold helmet which was supposed to be an heirloom....like from a King. My mom was there and she wanted to keep it a secret because "they" would take it off him. But this man got out of hand and he got put into a tomb in the middle of this rink. Another man who thought he was going into the tomb to talk to this raving person, also got locked in.
Then I saw them putting these two “scarecrow” type bodies into a wagon and I knew it was those guys....now dead.
Then I was in the wagon with some guy. We were going through a forest, my clothes were in the wagon and I was putting them on hangers. We stopped and I saw the outline of a face – lighted in the distance. It was a demon.
Then this man was there and we were “supposed” to follow him….for some reason I thought it was all a movie called "the Urgency" and I said “I have no urge to follow you” thinking that he should have some sort of power over me, but he didn’t.
When we got inside this place he said “go upstairs”. There was Fran, Cathy and me and we all climbed the stairs side by side but the stairs just went up oneside and down the other…I said “we look like Charlies Angels”. The man was laughing and he said “Not up....down” so we went down stairs.

Ok..Its a Dream already!!!

as written...a long time ago...

I was with a friend, who I don't know, in a kind of subway.
I found a budgy and a parrot. The parrot flew away I think, well he was not around long anyway.
I was afraid the budgy was going to fly away so I hung on to him, around his stomach. Not tight. Well he got sick, like he was dying, he needed water. So I gave him some water when we got to this place which was supposedly Cornelius.
A wasp was going after him, and the wasp was the same size, so I got him a cage and gave him some food and water.
I had a scratch on my hand so my friend suggested I see her father who was a doctor. We did and he was a quack, he wanted all my clothes off for a bird bite on my hand.
I went back to look at the budgy and he was up to his ears in bird seed, literally.
I started to pick out some of the seeds but he was dead.

I LOVE DREAMING!!!!!


Don't try this at home
Originally uploaded by Raine1.

Ok, so here's the thing....I love dreaming. Anyone with me on this?
It's the Best. I even write songs with great music!! Damn, I wish I played something I'd be rich.

A long time ago I used to keep a pen and paper by my bed and when I had a dream I could remember..when the thoughts were clear in my head but still 3/4 asleep (go figure) I would jot them down. In the morning..that scribble would bring it all back and I would write as much of the dream down straight away.

Man, it was very interesting to say the least to see how fucked up my brain was(is).

Well I kept them!!! and I'm now going to devote some of my blog to them. Because I have absolutley nothing else going on to blog about.
I hope you enjoy the "stories".

Please do not analyze..it was a LONG time ago as you will see from some of the guests!!!!

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This is how bloggers dream
Originally uploaded by Raine1.

I can totally relate to this...this has happened to me...
I'm so glad to know I am not the only one.
Me and cartoon guy have something in common. I know!! I have to get out and meet real people.