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Friday, June 30, 2006

With my stalker and the sad little boy 
I dreamed I was running up this hill with two little kids and a guy who I didn't recognize. The little boy was sad because his mom had just died, and he was running home to his father. I looked up to see if I could figure out who the guy was, and then it turned out to be my stalker, except he had blue hair and his last name was apparently Blood. He tried to entertain the kids by spelling his last name for them. "B-L-O-O-D! B-L-O-O-D! Blood! Blood!"

Then we all slid down this tunnel and ended up in the little boy's room. He seemed awfully sad, so I started humming "It Sucks To Be Me" ('cause, er, yes, that'll help) and then asked the little boy if he still had the mix CD I made him, because it was a feel-good CD. He said yes, but put on one of my URLSCDs instead.

Most of my younger siblings were there then, and my stalker yelled, "Hey, watch this!" and JUMPED into this giant hole in the kid's floor. Elizabeth looked up at me and asked me if that was safe, and I said, yes, you just landed in Spy Kids. (Whatever THAT meant.) So all the kids decided to jump in, too.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Where Seth needs to go to a psychiatrist 
I dreamed I was in our living room, which was filled with preschoolers, including Seth. He fell down and hurt his back and began crying a lot. I picked him up and asked, "Did you hurt your back?" and began pressing around on his back to find where he'd bumped it. He said, "No, my spine!" and screamed even louder. I tried to carry him across the room, but bumped his head on a doorway and he began screaming even louder.

Then I wasn't there anymore, but a military guy was, and he went to a phone and called someone who was apparently Seth's father. The father, who was also in the military, came down and asked what the problem was. The military baby-sitter responded, "Your son has a condition in which he's emotionally unable to react naturally to his physical surroundings. I suggest you take him to a psychiatrist." Seth's father just calmly took Seth and said, "Well, we'll see," and walked out the door, except as he did so, he smashed his face into the doorway.

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

Where I eat roses and "Mandy" won't stop playing 
I dreamed someone was sending either me or Elizabeth (it was never entirely clear) roses, but every time I got them, I ate them. They were pretty bitter and pretty disgusting. About halfway through one of them I realized it was probably poisonous and tried to spit it back out, but I'd swallowed most of it by then.

Then a group of people and I were all in a car, listening to something from Wicked on the radio. Suddenly it switched to "Mandy" by Barry Manilow. Every station we changed it to, it just kept playing "Mandy." Then I woke up and discovered that my dad really was playing that song in the other room.

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Thursday, June 01, 2006

Where Jayme wants to get a tattoo 
I dreamed that Jayme, Dianna, and Manda showed up at my house. They said since we didn't have drama that evening, we could celebrate by having a leaders' bash. This sounded good to me, so we all went out to dinner. After that, Jayme said, "Next, let's all go to the tattoo parlor and get tattoos!" I tried to tell her I didn't want to do that, but everyone thought I was just being silly.

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