But Where Are Your Teeth?!

August 17th 2016

I’m running through a forest when I come upon a big car park in front of what looks like a theme park. I get inside and it looks like a survivor-like obstacle course theme park. I’m jumping and running through tunnels and over hills and climbing ropes and stuff, being chased by something!

I run into the guy I’m seeing and he grabs my hand, ready to meet my parents! But first, we have to go on a roller coaster so he hands me his teeth…obviously. As we go through the final loop of the coaster I drop them! No worries, he said, we’ll just go down and find them.

We get off the roller coaster, against the flow of traffic. The people start looking afraid and then they start running the other direction. We still power through being told that we can’t go this way! It’s okay, we’re looking for teeth! So they let us pass. I find them and hand them back to this guy. He is just so happy and excited, grabs my hand and leads me to my mom, dad and Aunties. It’s like he knew them the whole time, and I completely forget that something was chasing me until now.

To get out of the park we have to tarzan swing over this canyon and water to escape…and we do. No troubles. I wake up.

“I Change My Mind”

27th November 2014

We’re all packing up from a trip at the cabin with the horses. It’s me, mom, dad and my sister Allie. They’re driving in a separate car, hauling the horses as well. I left hours after them so I expected to get home after them, but when I get to our new house, no one is home yet and no one’s answering their phones. I start un-packing my things and get my birds situated in their cages outside. I also start to trim back some huge vines that are taking over the front porch and half of the front yard. I get about half way through with these massive vines when they finally rock up. I asked them where they’ve been, they reply, “We went to the Tichawa’s house and did some trial riding!” (The Tichawa’s are old family friends from horse shoes, barn parties, you name it!). I was so mad I wasn’t invited!

Mom has some good news for me, though…she’s enrolled me in college again. This time, it’s Michigan State University to do what ever I want. I am so excited, and I re-pack my car and start driving there right away as classes are meant to start in a couple days. I get there in no time and start looking for where I’m meant to stay when I run into Tess, one of my old roomates from here in Broome, Western Australia. (She’s Canadian so my dream-brain doesn’t have to try and fake an Aussie accent I think ha ha ha ). I meet up with her and we decide to live together. We’ve been camping with a large group, including a guy I’m acquainted with from back at home in Johnsburg…in real life he’s probably 5 years younger than me but we always got along, not sure why he’s in my dream! Anyway, we’re all chatting together and he decides to come with us to search for a house. We all end up settling in a house that looks more like a tent…it’s kind of like camping but in between our tents/canopies is a solid built kitchen, family room and bathroom.

So in this new house, there’s quite a few of us talking in the family room, I get angry at something so I decide to leave and have a shower. While I’m in this communal shower (I think there was one shower head in each corner of the room with a shower curtain around each) I hear the door open and peek my head out, and it’s guy. I just kind of look at him, silently asking him what the hell he’s doing. He starts going off about how these people are weird, and he doesn’t under stand why we’re here. He keeps walking closer and closer giving me the impression that he wants to get to know me a little better, if you know what I mean (wink wink) but then seems to change his mind and turns around to walk out. I’m quite disappointed as I’ve realized how attracted I am to him. After he walks out, I go to lock the door behind him (still naked, mind you) and he busts in the door and says out loud, “I change my mind”. He keeps trying to shut the door but the carpet keeps buckling under it so it won’t lock properly. He keeps giving me these sexy eyes, touches my hair, then tries to shut the door again. For some reason I’m sitting down on this carpet that’s now some sort of living room and he just sits in front of me with his back to the door with his hands on my knees and is just about to say something as a stupid car does a burn out in my street and I wake up.

Now My Wife Will Find Out!

October 4 2014

There was a group of friends hanging out at one of the beach restaurants at Cable Beach, I think we were in front of Zanders. While talking to the ghost of an old family friend, he told me to go visit his grave to find the things that he left behind…a hidden treasure of sorts at the plot that’s in a circle. So I start to fly my boyfriend’s helicopter around and back to the cemetery. As soon as I leave the beach the scenery changes to an early spring prairie/forest location, kind of like Moraine Hills State Park from near my house in Johnsburg.

As I get closer to the cemetery, the power lines start to get lower and more frequent so I’m finding myself having to fly either really low or really high. I touch down at the cemetery after weaving in and out of power lines and Canadian geese and cars. I can’t find this guy’s plot! (it’s Cary Sherman, by the way…which is strange because he’s very much alive…). As I’m meandering through the cemetery, I hear my boyfriend yelling through the countryside so I decide it’s probably best to abandon the cemetery idea for now and head back to his barn.

While I’m in the air I can hear him screaming in a rage about me flying without him, I’m re-thinking my original plan so I ditch the chopper and start flying by myself. I try and sneak behind the old run-down barn where he’s on the other side but he loudly says “I saw you fly down you little bitch!”. He has his gun pointed at me and starts shooting but I have matrix bullet dodging powers so everything misses me. He throws the gun at me and I catch it then immediately throw it down, thinking how stupid I am for getting my fingerprints on a gun.

Boyfriend starts getting more into my face (I don’t even think he has a name but his face is Kevin Spacey in American Beauty) and starts rage crying, saying “how dare you have a husband, now my wife will find out!”. Here I’m thinking “oh I didn’t know I have a husband, that’s weird” as if a person isn’t sure that they’re married…while I’m thinking this he starts shooting himself in the face and head. He has bloody bullet holes all around his head but is still alive, just completely mangled.

The police rock up asking about the fires shot and immediately start blaming me for shooting him, “your fingerprints are all over the gun!”. I insist that I didn’t shoot him at all and he actually agrees, telling them he did this to himself. Well, that’s settled then! Have a great day with you peppered face…

We head back to his mansion, and although I’m “married” he still lets me and my sisters in the house. I have more than one sister now, and we’re all together with my boyfriend I’m cheating on my apparent husband with who’s wife is in the house. One big, happy family. The family cat is a an old mangy looking tortoiseshell calico with really big snaggle teeth. Boyfriend is talking to this cat at the bottom of the stairs (and the cat is talking back) and I’m standing at the top of the stairs looking out the window thinking about how well this horrible day turned out when his wife starts shooting from the room above the stairwell down at me. She is Annette Benning from American Beauty, not sure why I’m on the American beauty kick.

She falls through the ceiling still chasing me with her shot gun and pins me against a wall. This is where the perspective changes…I turn into one of my sisters and I start floating above like a spectator watching the movie. Boyfriend who still has a zombie face is behind his wife and shoots her in the head, she dies right away. He sees my sister then says “you’re not Jen!?” sister looks confused and says something like “obviously I’m not Jen! I’m married, see!?”. He turns right to the cat, grabs it by the neck and pins it to the floor. “You said you saw Jen with her husband, was it really Jen or was it this woman?!”. The cat replies, “I can’t really be sure now but it could’ve been this girl.” He strangles the cat then throws it down the hall.

Now he’s just complaining about the mess and, as if nothing has happened at all, my sister comes up to him talking about something that’s happening in the kitchen. I wake up.

Will I Ever See You Again?

September 23, 2014

So, this dream was epicly awesome. (is epicly a word? epic lee…hmm maybe not).

SO I was invited to a party and I went by myself. I didn’t know anyone and was about to leave when I notice this horse running around scared out of its mind in the back yard. The back yard ends up turning into a cabinesque forest but I keep following. It’s this massive black friesian it’s beautiful. So I finally catch up to it and it lets me gets close only to find myself in a part of the forest that I probably shouldn’t be in. There’s waterfalls and all sorts of weird animals…like I fell into narnia or something. So I’m kind of clinging to this horse like a security blanket when I hear someone come up behind me and he’s obviously some sort of bad guy wearing black with a mangled face. I hop on the horse’s back and hear really loud, sharp whistles and the horse just books it.

I’m hanging on for dear life and in front of me is this guy that looks like a combo between Jaime from Game of Thrones, Paul Bettany  and Eddie Redmayne . While the hottest guy ever just whistled for the horse of my dreams, he starts to battle against Mr Evil and wins while I’m hiding behind logs with fairies and shit. So dream boat wins and we start riding around Narnia, it’s lovely.

Out of nowhere Mr Evil returns to say that he has to kick me out, and that I don’t belong in their world. Mr Dreamy gets defensive and starts going into this “I’m the king I do what I want” rant. (oh, my, he’s the king!).  Mr Evil challenges him again and my king gets everyone in his realm to stand behind him but they agree with Mr Evil that I have to leave. So dreamy starts to take me back to the coat closet party and he says the usual lovie dovie things like “I’ll never love anyone again” and “I don’t know how I’ll continue on like before I met you”. I ask him if I’ll ever see him again and he said “I could only hope, my love.” and I woke up crying…

Jaime

Paul

Eddie

Freisian Horse

Forest

Damn Chooks

February 18, 2013

 

Tonight it was super windy outside…it was rattling the blinds and windows, and shaking the doors. I forgot to lock the chicken up in her coop and was worried about her. And the “bed” part of her coop is about to fall apart.

My dream:

The chicken got loose. Something or the wind had broken her sleeping section of the coop and I was worried that Wally (my dog, a border collie mix) would try and get her. So I’m out in the middle of the night looking for a mystery chook. I finally find her in the block next door and am trying to coax her into our yard. Wally is trying to play and I just want the damn chook in our yard! I finally succeed and notice that the coop is totally ruined in a hundred pieces all heaped together in the middle of the yard. I take Wally inside, trying to figure out what to do with them because he might get her in the night if they’re loose together and he will certainly pee and tear the house apart if he stays inside. I am suddenly at my parents’ house. **Crazy ESP moment, about a week later Wally killed and ate poor Rachel the chicken…all that was left was the feet that he left at the mat for me to step on when I walked outside that morning**

The chook and Wally are with me at my parents house in America (this is only the first or second time I’ve had a dream in my parents current house. It’s always been our old house from like 15 years ago) and all the sudden I’m panicking because I forgot to do the horses while my parents have been away and the weather is still crappy and windy. I run down there to clean their stalls, feed them, water them etc… when I remember that my parents never left. The stalls are clean, horses fed. Birdie looks awesome…she looks like she did when we were showing but better (and taller) Suzy has a foal and they both look stunning…I tell Wally not to go in the stall with the foal. Next I see my favourite horse in the back (that we’ve never had) he’s a dark chestnut paint. Not like Sky. And he is still fully tacked. I get his bridle and saddle off and start to brush him and he starts to talk. And we start to wonder why he’s here, he’s going to get in such big trouble if my parents know he’s in the barn. He asks if he should run out quick to the paddock and we try only to run into my dad but he doesn’t seem to notice us at all.

This is where it gets a little blurry…

Either:

The horse turns into a man that I’ve been seeing and have been secretly in love with

Or the horse runs off and I go back up to the house only to find him following me.

Could be both?

**sidebar…Birdie is my mom’s foundation quarter horse that I used to compete with. Suzy is my little sisters shiny copper coloured quarter horse. Sky was the sorrel paint that I grew up with and had to sell when I left for college. His only white was underneath the girth and long socks up past his hocks(white patch past his “knees”…but in horses it’s their ankle…ugh see the image I uploaded below).

Wally

Horse Anatomy

I don’t have a picture of Sky over here but this was kind of what he looks like…but gangly-er ha ha ha

Suzy and Birdie

Birdie and me in our showing days

Labron James & Vibrators

February 14th, 2013

1. I was trying to sneak out of a little kids sleepover party…I got to the upstairs and the mom thought I was a maid or something and started ordering me around. I did a few chores before getting out the door and out of the townhouse complex. It wasn’t until I was at the mall down the road that I realized I had left all my stuff there. (like all the malls in Aus) I was walking past the movie theater and decided to see what was playing when I ran into my old friend, Lebron James. Anyway we were at his apartment…in the movie theater…when we started kissing and touching and stuff (woohoo!!) and he had to go to practice. We said see yah later and I ventured off to find my purse. Somewhere along the way I started walking through a crowd on a country road and there’s heaps of old people around (like, in their 60s-70s) and I over hear a conversation that goes something like this: “they’re only targeting their efforts to the old hippies! They’re the only ones that will come back and re populate the area”. Huh…Anyway I finally made it back to this house where the owner (man) was there naked. He offered me a smoothie but I declined, all while trying to find my shit. I found it and he had got into my phone and took naked pictures of himself on it, but his junk was all blurred out like on tv ha ha ha.

I grabbed my phone and bag and ran out to go and meet Lebron. I didn’t realize that I grabbed a kids backback until I was at the mall. I had my phone though so i just decided to forget about it…I’ve already illegally entered that house twice in one day…When I got to the mall it had changed. A friendly worker at a bakery tried to show me a secret passage to the theater but it was full of chairs so I had to try and find a different way. I woke up…Mat’s alarm was going off.

 

2. In this dream, Mat had got me dozens of vibrators. He went to work and I picked one to carry with me for the day…yup. It started out a small little one but as I was walking around into the park it got huge! like, 20 pounds huge with blinking lights and stuff…haha. Now I was in America trying to avoid my parents and random children in this labyrinth while holding my obscenely huge vibrator. And of course I ran into Aunt Mary and Aunt Dianne watching a soccer game. I ran off, said I’d be right back…I went downstairs (at an outdoor park, mind you) and the vibrator was gone. I found my parents and my dad sent me off to get a cheeseburger from the cabin. I hopped onto the golf cart and onto a crazy flooded runway and almost sunk the cart…but got it out safely. The crowd was cheering lol

**sidebar, my family owns an amazing property in Wisconsin with my grandparents old farmhouse and my parents newer cabin, a runway for small airplanes and a river with a boat launch that often floods all the way up the runway. It’s mostly a hardwood forest where we used to farm christmas trees with a clearing for the runway and a path from the houses that cross the runway to a windy narrow path that opens up to a clearing where you can access the river**

At this point I left the golf cart and walked into the hotel that’s obviously on the property. I meet an old friend from middle school (Kelly Carson) and 2 other people I can’t recall. It’s a guy and a girl. We are smuggling something out of the hotel, dodging security officers and sneaking through elevators…cutting the cords on a couple elevators to send them crashing down. Kelly and I arrived at the floor we were going to meet the other 2 only for the doors to open and us to see them getting arrested. We pretend we don’t know them and go to a different floor. We pull the collars up on our jackets (because it’s winter now) and start to walk out the building. We hear a guard behind us talking into her radio saying “2 females, they both have rings on their left hands” so we get our gloves off and take off our rings. Kelly gets hers off in a second…I am fumbling with my gloves being tucked into my jacket sleeves. I can’t pull the fucking gloves off they’re stuck and I’m panicking. I finally pry them off with my rings as the guard passes us…she doesn’t even look at us. Aaaaand I wake up.