Jail

Sarah and I were in a jail at SUNY Potsdam.  Another felon came in to visit us a lot.  He was a thin, middle aged man with black hair.  He looked like Kevin Corrigan.  I asked him if we would be able to get out and go to college, and he said probably because we were good kids.  The room was rectangular with stone walls and floors, one window, and one door.  There was a big, wooden table in the middle of the room.

Later I was walking outside on the campus with my dad and I told him I had gotten into SUNY Potsdam.  He said that was great.  It was really sunny outside and the grass was really green.

New g/f

I was looking at my friend’s profile page on Facebook, and I saw that he was listed as “in a relationship,” with the girl he had recently gotten together with.  I clicked on her profile page and realized that I knew.  She was an Asian girl with dark skin.  Her profile p icture was a picture from the shoulders up, and she had her mouth open.  It looked like a webcam picture.  I was happy to come to the conclusion that I was skinnier than her.  I also decided that it was arguable that I was prettier.

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I don’t know why I had this dream.  I’ve always had a pseudo crush on this kid.  (Pseudo means NOT REALLY haha.)  He broke up with his girlfriend shortly after I got together with my boyfriend, and I got a big kick out of that.  Even though I’m super happy with my boyfriend, I still felt the tiniest bit of disappointment when he told me he got together with this girl. I don’t feel badly or anything, though, I don’t really care xD

Snow

It was snowing really hard.  I looked out my window, and the ground was already completely covered in it.  I was happy because I thought I probably wouldn’t have school today.

Later I was at school by the lockers.  Bene was there.  She was wearing a red zip-up sweater, jeans, and black boots.

I'm ready, I'm ready, I want those BOOTS.

She looked a lot thinner than the last time I saw her.  She was standing with her back to me, facing the lockers and getting her stuff.  I told her she looked great, and she said “No I don’t.”  I was worried that she was having an eating disorder.

Then I was at the movies or a party or something.  I was with Andrew.  We were on a big balcony overlooking a show with lots of colorful, neon lights.  We sat down, and he hugged me and kissed me.

The Party

It was Easter and my friends and I wanted to get together for a party.  It was night time, and I was driving home in the car with my parents and Matthew.  My mom was driving.  On the way, we passed Miguel’s house.  It was white, really big and nice, and it was all lit up.  He was walking on the side of the road.  We stopped so I could talk to him.  I asked him if we could all come over to his house for a party, and he said okay.

Then I was on his doorstep.  I felt badly for inviting myself over and for arriving early, so I didn’t ring the doorbell.  I just went inside and laid down on the welcome mat.  To my left, there were a few pairs of shoes lined up by the door.  Straight ahead of me was the kitchen, and on either side were living spaces.  I had my iPod in my hand and my headphones in, but I wasn’t listening.

A while later, he came down to answer the door for me, but I was already there.  He said hello, and he said that everybody had already arrived.  It turns out it was a surprise party for my birthday, not an Easter party.  Everyone appeared.  I don’t remember any distinct people except Andrew.  We all went into the living room to the right.  There were multi-colored balloons in there.  I still felt badly for imposing.

At the end of the party, I went to go say thank you to Miguel’s mom, who was sitting in the dining room talking to my mom.  There was a plate of brownies on the table.  I wanted one, but I decided not to have one.  My mom and Miguel’s mom were sitting on either side of a small, two-person table.

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I’m hackin’ pissed that this wasn’t a lucid dream.  If I’d had known I was dreaming, I would have eaten that whole plate of brownies.

My anole lizard

I got my anole lizard, Tiamat, back, even though she died when I was eight.I made a little cardboard house for her on the floor.  It was painted purple and blue.  My mom wasn’t happy that I had her again, and she told me to make sure she didn’t get lost in the house.  I wasn’t worried about losing her.  I had some sort of tracking device to see where she was when she was under and in things.

Later I took her to school.  I kept having to find her with the tracking device.  I left and came back after a while, and I was walking by the stairwell near the cafeteria, and there were a bunch of people in the hallway, including Ciara and Abigail, and Tiamat was squished flat on the floor.  Someone had stepped on her and she died.  I wanted to cry.  I said “this is the second time [that she died],” and Ciara sort of laughed.  I left and came back again, and Ciara, Abigail, and a couple other girls had taped Tiamat down to the floor with a giant piece of clear tape to that she was laminated to the ground.  They drew flowers on it and wrote “Here lies Tiffany.”  Abigail told me they had decided her name was Tiffany.  I told her that her name wasn’t Tiffany, it was Tiamat.

There was also a part of the dream with Andrew and his family.  Andrew’s mom was talking about the plot of a movie and she seemed slightly upset by the way the story went.  That triggered a “memory,” from “real life,” about Mike saying that Andrew’s entire family, including their dogs, looked exactly alike.  The dogs were little and brown.  (This wasn’t a real memory, but in the dream I thought it was.  Also, Andrew only has one dog, and he’s actually big and orange.)

Throughout the dream, I kept thinking about blogging about the dream and about the picture I was going to post with it.  I decided that the obvious choice would be to find a picture of an anole lizard and post that.  So here it is:

Mine wasn't so green. She was more brownish.

Our house

I was walking up a hill towards a town center or strip mall of some sort with Susy.  We were walking on the sidewalk.  The city was pretty busy.

Then I was playing a computer game where someone was in a room and you had to wake him up.  It was like one of those point and click escape games.  I’m pretty sure the guy may have been a gorilla or an animal of some sort.

Aww!

I could hear him snoring.  He was sleeping under a blanket.  I was clicking around and I found a secret switch that changed the entire room around.  A new doorway appeared.  I walked through, and I was in my mom’s house.  (Which doesn’t exist yet.  We’re not moving out until summer.)  It was a really nice house with lots of rooms and pretty furnishings.  I found Matthew’s room.  It was painted blue and the bed, which was positioned in the middle of the room, had blue sheets.  There was a brown desk with a lamp on it that illuminated the whole room.  Then I found my room.  It was dark and it was the smallest room in the house.  I was really upset and angry, but I decided not to say anything.

The White Room

I was in a big, white, institution-looking room  with a bunch of people, including Kiara and Tim.  Tim was in charge of things, and Kiara was just there with me.  I had a really bad feeling about what was going on.  We were all taking pills to have lives in our minds.  (Like in The Matrix.)

Pwnage.

Kiara was excited about being able to do whatever she wanted in ther little world.  She was talking to me while she was in her fantasy.  She was moving her hands around and smiling.  I just felt really distressed about the whole thing.  I couldn’t swallow the pills because they were huge, plus I was really scared to be detached from reality.  I also felt really uneasy sitting in a room full of people who were pretty much unconscious.  There were rows of long, white tables that everyone was sitting at while they were in their little mind-worlds.  They all had red, blue, and white pills in front of them.  I was the only one besides Tim who was still in reality.  He was standing to the side by a glass wall that showed another white room that was empty.  He was overseeing everything.  I felt weird asking him for help.

The Movies

I met Andrew to go see a movie after my shift at the movie theater.  I met him outside.  It was dark and there was snow on the ground.  We went up to the box office, and he took out some money.  I told him to stop because I would get him a ticket for free since I work there, but it turned out he was just buying candy.  I was about to ask the girl in box office for two courtesy tickets, but then I remembered I had to ask a manager first.  I looked at the door to the back room, and it opened.  A manager from the other theater came out.  He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket.  He walked over to Tim and another manager from another theater.  They were also not wearing their suit jackets, so I knew they were all off.  The girl in box office told me that, since there were no managers and the rest of the staff was new, I had to sign off on the courtesy tickets.  I put on my purple uniform shirt, got behind the counter, and punched it into the cash register.  I thought about getting popcorn.  I got out my money and realized I had all quarters, and I didn’t want to be a pain, so I just left with Andrew.

We were going to see a movie whose poster had Hellboy on it.

How manly.

We walked all the way to the end of the hallway to go into theater three.  The entire hallway had a reddish light about it.  We got into the theater and took a little time trying to figure out where to sit.  We sat down in the row with lots of foot room.  I tried to hold onto Andrew’s arm, but he kept moving away.  I laughed because I thought he was kidding around, but then he moved over a seat away from me.  I thought he still might be joking, but I was worried and upset.  A moment later, I moved into the seat next to him and hugged his arm.  He didn’t do anything.  Then a couple of women walked in and sat down next to me, to my right.  One was a heavy-set black woman with her hair in an up-do and a red dress.  She looked like Mo’Nique Imes. Andrew and I looked at each other and groaned as though we knew them and they were annoying.  They started talking really loudly.

The movie was really weird, and it focused on this thin, blonde preteen.  The scenes kept ending abruptly.  The girl went down to a river and passed out.

Then I was in the back of the theater with my mom.  I was almost choking on a quarter.  I tried to spit them out; all but one came out.  My mom was about to yell at me, but I told her in a raspy voice that I was fine.  The quarter was stuck in the roof of my mouth.  With some difficulty, I pried it out with my fingers and it fell on the floor.

The Mall

I was at the mall with Mike H and Nicky.  The mall was really crowded, and it was difficult to keep track of each other.  Mike was wearing a gray, argyle sweater.  We were walking straight through the crowd to get to Subway because we were going there for lunch.

Eat fresh!

While we were walking, we passed a canary yellow awning to a store that caught my eye.  Mike started talking about something, and then Nicky muttered something with a “we don’t care,” tone, and she stopped walking so that we would lose him in the crowd.  I stopped with her and we began walking a different way.  I felt really badly for ditching him, and I said we should probably go find him.

We took the escalator and went to the top floor of the mall.  There were no people there.  The only place to  go up there was into one of the bathrooms.  I went into the ladies’ room, and said “Mike?”  I looked over at the person standing at the sink, and it was Mike’s dad, Mr. H.  I said, “Oh, hi, Mr. H.”  He was wearing a green sweater with a red shirt underneath.  It looked just like the outfit Andrew wore last Christmas.  He said hi, and I asked him if he knew that this was the women’s room.  He said “Oh,” and walked out.  The bathroom was very big with a tiled black and white floor, canary yellow walls, (the same as the awning) and red stalls.  I came out of the bathroom to find Mike and Nicky waiting for me.  I thought about making up an excuse for ditching Mike.  I was going to tell him that we lost track of him in the crowd, but he never asked, so I didn’t have to.

I also remember something about riding in the car with James.

I’m Prettier

I saw Sara in real life (as opposed to on Facebook), and she was a lot less attractive than I originally thought she was.  She had pin straight, straw-colored hair that hung below her ears and a face like a little girl.  She was smiling; she had thin lips and a small, crinkly nose.  I was smug because I was much prettier than her.

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I’ve seen pictures of Sara, and she’s actually quite pretty.

I’m pretty sure this is just a manifestation of my insecurities.  My subconscious is just trying to console me.