The Conga Line & Floating Naked Down the River

I can remember two of my dreams from last night, although not in their entirety which could be a good thing.

Firstly I was in some room at a party of sorts and I needed to leave. Marco had just walked out the door and I wanted to go with him but when I started walking towards the door a conga line started and I just couldn't get out of it. Every time it would wind up around the door and I thought I could leave they would yell "hey" and it'd be time to kick up my leg and I would miss the opportunity. It was extremely frustrating. In awake life I hate conga lines and now I do in my dreams as well.

The second dream was bizarre. I was at this corn field by a river at a camp of sorts and there were little chipmunks or beavers or some animals that swim in the water all around. There were people everywhere as well, just like at a normal camp.

I was sitting on a raft on the river with this kid who played in the school band with me when I was in 6th grade named Robby. In awake life I haven't seen this kid since probably 6th grade. We were just talking, sitting on the raft that was connected to the dock. Well I decided that I wanted to make out with this bald guy who was another one of the campers. I called him over to the raft and asked him to sit with us. Of course he also wanted to make out with me (duh!) so we started kissing. I remember feeling that he had some prickly things stuck in his head, like thorns. The next thing I knew we were naked under my comforter making out like crazy and Robby was gone but the raft had disconnected from the dock and we were floating very quickly down this muddy river.

This didn't bother baldy as we continued to make out. I asked him if he had any money because we were going to need to get off the river and take a cab back to camp and he said yes so we continued making out. Eventually I feel asleep on the raft and when I woke up again the bald guy was gone and it was just me on the river on this raft, naked, no money, with my comforter. I remember being panicked. The raft floated to the side of the river eventually in this little city. I asked a passerby what the name of the city was and they told me but I had never heard of it. I had no clue where I was.

I was so worried about where I was going to find clothing because I obviously couldn't just walk around wrapped up in my blanket. I was going to try to find a woman about my shape and size and ask her if I could borrow some of her clothing but all the women I was running into were Muslim women and I didn't want to have to wear the head wrap thingy (the burka) so I didn't want to ask them. For some reason I knew that they wouldn't be able to speak English with me either. I was wandering around the river bank when I finally woke up.

I've been having some trouble remembering my dreams lately. I think mostly it's because I wake up 4 to 5 times a night to pee and have a new dream between each potty break. I know they've been very strange and very vivid lately but I just can't seem to remember what they were about. The last two nights I know they had to do with giving birth though. In one dream I was Marco, which was strange because I was talking like I was myself but when I looked at myself I was him. Very odd.

I may have to keep a notebook by the toilet so I can remember better.

Physical Therapy

I didn't write down this dream in time to remeber the whole thing but I do remember bits and pieces of it.

I was in a hospital of sorts with my family. My old roomate, P, was there and she had apparently just given birth. Her whole family was there too. We were all in a recovery room and they were making us learn how to recover from giving birth, both men and women had t participate.

Apparently to fully recover from birthing a child you have to lay on your back with a big metal cart between your legs (the ones that they use to pass out food trays in hospitals). You must put your hands behind your back and lift the heavy metal carts with your ankles. Be careful not to drop the cart on your face. That would hurt. We did the exercise a few times over and it was really difficult to do.

The rest of the dream was kind of blurry. I remember having to pee several times during the dream though. Of course when I awoke I had to pee really badly.

On Broadway or is it a wedding?

This dream was yet another broadway production dream of mine including choreographed dancing, big ball gowns and tuxedos. I wonder why so many of my dreams are in this format? Anyway, here's the latest...

I was at a big ball of some sorts and I sat down to take a rest. I found an empty seat and as I crossed the room to sit in it I noticed that the people who were sitting there was a classmate of mine from middle school and his family. As I sat I said hello to his sister first and then Jeron, my classmate, said "hey Sarah long time no see, wasn't I just in your dream a few weeks ago?" (which in awake life is true, about a month ago he was in my dream again but I haven't seen this guy in real life in about 8 years). He introduced me to his parents and his dad looked just like him. (in awake life this guys parents both passed away).

I sat and talked with his sister for a while until my dad called me over for a family picture. I noticed I did have shoes on but I had on a black dress. I found some shoes and put them on but they were really really high heels making me about 8 feet tall. I could feel my ankles shaking in the shoes because the heels were so high. When I stepped in to get my picture taken I towered above the rest of my family. The photographer was pissed and said "why didn't somebody tell me there would be a giant in the picture before I set everything up. Now everything is ruined!".

Then the dance floor filled up and my brother's friend from school, Matt was leading a little dancing game. I asked him if I could play and he said yes but he wouldn't tell me the rules. People were running in sort of a conga line, tagging each other and whispering one anothers names but it was so fast that I couldn't hear what else they were saying. I tagged a few people and said their names but I just didn't get it.

Then the regular old dancing began. I tried dancing but apparently I was wearing pants under my dress and they kept riding up over my knees and bunching between my thighs. I kept subtly trying to pull my pants back down because my pasty white legs were showing. I thought I did a good job at doing it without anybody seeing.

I left the dance floor to run into a family that I was friends with when I was in high school, the Jones family. They asked me to take a picture of them with their camera. I said sure and grabbed the camera. It looked like an old fashioned polaroid but it was digital and I couldn't figure out how to work it. I was turning it around and around in my hands and I pushed a button and realized I was watching a video of myself on the dance floor from just a few moments ago. The Jones' videotaped me! It was a close up shot of me trying to subtly pull my pants down under my dress but the camera zoned in on my ample fleshy white thighs. I was mortified! Then the video showed me tripping over my pants on the floor and then having to roll around on the floor trying to get up. I looked like a fish out of water but I couldn't remember that actually happening. Then the Jones Dad snatched the camera out of my hands and said "forget it, you can't figure out how to work it."

Then I woke up. What a strange bizarro dream. I think it's so odd that "characters" reappear from one dream to another and remember they were in another dream. I don't know why I keep dreaming of my brother's friends from high school either. And what's up with the video of me exposing my thighs to the Jones family and falling on the dance floor? How demented.

Airplane Bathrooms

Last night I was sitting on a flight with Marco. I was in the aisle seat because I kept having to get up to go to the bathroom. After the 4th time of getting up Marco was getting really mad at me and I just kept telling him I couldn't help it. He just kept getting angrier and angrier and I was so confused because it just wasn't like him.

The airplane bathroom was small, like a normal airplane bathroom but it had a mirror above the door with a dark wooden frame. I kept thinking that it looked out of place. I also noticed that each time I went into the bathroom it was like I was in a different phase of a party. The first time I went in it was normal. The second time I went in there were streamers hung up. The third time I went in there were cards opened with the torn enveloped laying around. The fourth time I went in there were plates with scraps of chocolate cake with white icing left on them. I couldn't figure out who was having a party in the bathroom.

When I woke up I had to pee really badly. Imagine that.

The Potty Train/Mean Sarah/Sandwich shop dream

This dream began with me being in the woods with my family either having a picnic or bbq or camping out or something. In awake life this is not something my family would do together, in the woods. My nephew T, was running towards the house because he had to go to the bathroom...#2 apparently. He was too short to reach the door handle and was jumping up and down but by time my brother got there to help him it was too late... T's pants runneth over. My brother took him inside and cleaned him up but I was just totally grossed out about the whole thing. T came back outside and came up and held my hand and I remember getting creepy goose bumps thinking "gross, this kid just crapped himself and how he's holding my hand".

I left my family to get into the pool, which was no longer in the woods. The pool was full of people that I didn't know with the exception of my friend Liz. I went to talk to her and was rummaging through her purse because I was starving and I knew that she kept these little fruit chewy candies in there for her kids. As I was rummaging around and we were talking I could see her son, C, coming up behind me to scare me as a joke. I decided that I was going to play a joke on him instead and as he got really close to me I said to Liz, "So did you ever tell C that you found him under a rock?" When I turned around to laugh with him, C's expression was of utter shock, disbelief and disappointment. He was so hurt and I felt like a total jerk. This didn't stop me from taking the fruit candy though and walking into the open pharmacy that resided in the pool. Hey, we all have issues, right?

Apparently I didn't need any drugs from the pool pharmacy but I did need a sandwich. My sister was suddenly there looking at a menu with me. I recognized the menu but couldn't quite put my finger on where I knew it from. The place was just packed with people ordering sandwiches. My sister reminded me that we used to go there all the time when we were in high school because this cute guy worked there and we loved to oogle him. She then told me that the place was losing business in recent years and was going to have to shut down so they decided as a last ditch effort that they would have to find the cute guy and re-hire him back so business would pick up again. Apparently this worked because the place was bursting with business. I looked at the menu and it was made out of paper plates painted as purple rhinoceroses. I remembered that I used to order the monkey sandwich, which was a steak and cheese, back in the day of mall bangs and braces.

Then I woke up, hungry. Anybody have time to run me over a Breadstretchers?

Getting away from the bee

Again this dream contains my friend Liz. We were at a hotel in the middle of the town where I grew up and there was a swimming pool at the bottom of it. I was running late and when I arrived at the pool everybody was there. It was Liz, my grandma (who is dead in awake life but has been in many of my dreams since being pg), my sister (who is also making more and more appearances in my dreams) and Liz's brother and some other people I didn't know.

I got in the pool but when I was swimming over to the side to talk to everybody a bee started buzzing around my head. I went under the water to get away from him but every time I'd come up for air the bee would already be heading for my head, full speed.

I went up for air quite a few times but each time the bee was getting closer and closer to stinging me. That's when I discovered that if I laid flat on my back in the water that I could just pick the water up like it was a blanket, pull it off of my face, and then put it back down in place. This way the bee couldn't see my head as it didn't have to come out of the water and therefore couldn't sting me. So I just laid in the pool and uncovered my face when I needed some air.

Then I woke up!