This dream sequence is all written in reverse chronological order, from closest to waking up to as far back as I can remember.

There were stormy waters...I mean STORMY to the point where boats were flipping upside down, and my dad and Erica wanted to take a little boat out to a big boat. We were driving a green Honda Element and my dad drove straight into the water full speed and I was sure we were going to float away, but somehow he managed to get on top of a piling, drop the boat, and then drive back onto shore. I walked up to this cement structure that had basketball hoops...it was a series of staircases that led to a dead end with a basketball hoop at the end, some had glass or plexiglass at the bottom so you could see the other staircases, very MC Escher. I walked over to the side of the structure and there was a group of younger kids smoking pot. There was a quote painted on the wall, all I could make out was what said "Bottom end," it was all written in a very flowy script. I looked over and noticed the water was absolutely STILL, and I tried to catch one of the kids' attention to show him, and he wasn't listening to me. By the time he paid attention, the water was super stormy again.

I found a transcript of an email conversation by my lover and Erica, and he was coming on to her, HARD. It upset me immensely. I refused to believe it was him. She assured me it was him, and I kept refusing it. I found reason after reason, and finally there were some pictures, and there was someone in one of them that kind of resembled him, but I still said NO. I wouldn't believe it.

My dog Sydney got ahold of someone's lip balm, but it wasn't lip balm. It was a hair removal stick for your upper lip, and Sydney got ahold of it and wouldn't stop chewing it. I tried to give her other toys to chew on, but she wouldn't give it up. It made me really sad, more than angry, because she was being so disobedient and she is normally such a good dog.

I was in Erica's room and I'm not sure where she was, but there was a shelf full of perfumes. Our friend Annick had given her one, it was Chanel no. 10 for men, and it was the first one that caught my eye. I lifted it off the shelf and smelled it, and thought it smelled just lovely. I didn't see that it was for men. I put a little on, and later Erica came home and showed it to me, and I told her I had put a little on earlier and she thought that was fantastic. Like she was ecstatic about it. (This part makes a little sense, because Erica and Annick were playing a kind of pictionary game on the phone right when we were about to fall asleep, and the word Annick drew for Erica was perfume, and she wrote on it Chanel no. 5 or 9 or whatever.)

Erica and I (with a group of others, just dream people) were at a party, it was in a beautiful big house, and there were many different rooms with different live music situations and other things. We were by a staircase and this girl who was kind of moderating the party said we weren't allowed to go up this staircase because there were too many people, but we ran up the stairs when she wasn't looking anyway. There was just a big open room and a bunch of people sitting in little groups cross-legged. We joined them for a while in our own little group, but then started to think it was a little weird. We went and explored the upstairs a little more, and found this GRAND bathroom. The bathtub was MASSIVE and so beautiful. It had a very natural environmental feel to it, like you were out in a forest, somehow the room was decorated to feel very organic. There was a kind of waterfallesque situation where the water cascaded down the lip of the bathtub and over onto a flat expanse that just looked and felt like you were swimming in a forest stream or something. Very beautiful. Anyway the bathtub was kind of full and somehow one of us turned the water on and it just started overflowing and overflowing and water was getting EVERYWHERE and we were soaked and we couldn't turn the water off for the life of us. So we booked it out of there.

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I dreamed that I was hanging out drinking with my dad and brother and for some reason I was drinking earl grey tea, and my portion of the bill ended up being $11.30. (This possibly could have been myself reminding myself that Erica had to go to work at 11:30 this morning, and I was driving her to work.) There was some kind of race going on, there was a girl and guy going for the same thing, the girl ended up dying? My brother and I were at my grandma's house with my mom and a fictional aunt, talking about how we had never been in there alone before. Which I think is strange. (Never having been alone in my grandmother's house, that is.) There was someone in my grandma's house I was telling about needing to go to the dentist, and she was informing me things about it I already knew. "You need to get those cavities filled." Really, lady? Why do you think I am going to the dentist? For funsies? OBVIOUSLY I want to get my cavities filled. As you can see, I was quite annoyed in my dream, haha. It seems to have carried into waking life.

For some reason, I am struggling to bring details to mind right now. I wonder if it is because I drank more than usual right before bed?

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It appears that this has become a dream blog, which is fine by me. I have one every night so that leads to lots of posting.

Last night I dreamt that I had a Pink Floyd album on vinyl, and it was two records, and my roommate had left it out so the cats walked all over it and it was dusty and generally dirty. I was PISSED. The A sides were black and the B sides were white. It was pretty neat looking. So somehow I end up at Costco (more often than not I feel I do in dreams) and right by the checkout counter there is a wee sponge (like a magic eraser) meant specifically for cleaning vinyl! What luck! I pick one up and take it home and clean the shit out of that record.

Earlier in my dream I was wandering around a wooded type area and something happened with my phone, I either dropped it in some water or broke it, and somehow I found a new one that was hanging out in my purse or somewhere else extremely convenient, and it was all purple and pink and white and opened like three different ways. I threw in my sim card and all was fine and dandy. Then I got back home and looked in a drawer and found another phone that I just had lying around for whatever reason, and tested it, and decided to use it. This one was black and silver and larger than any phone I've seen, and had 4 screens. It opened like a portfolio, the front and back had normal keypads and smaller screens, and then the two inner screens were larger touch sensitive ones. One of the inner screens had a keyboard below it. I don't know how any of this is relevant to my life. The black phone I had found in an abandoned building I was exploring with my friend James.

I think that's about all I remember.

listening to : m. ward, rollercoaster

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I have dreads. Long, beautiful dreads. They're pretty young, but I love them and take care of them and they have curly wispy ends and they're all different sizes and I get compliments on them on an almost daily basis. That being said, I intend on having dreads for a really long time.(03/13 edit: I sound extremely vain. I'm really not. I just take pride in my dreads. HAHA)

In my dream last night, I looked down in my hand, and there was one of my dreads. Just sitting in my hand. All curled up and sad looking. And I knew where it should belong on my head, so I instantly reached my hand up to the spot where the thing should live, and there was a couple inches of hair just sticking up, all frizzy. I ran to a mirror, and all of my dreads were gone. My hair was dyed an orangey red type color (I have never once dyed my hair in my life) and all of my dreads were gone. I almost cried, I started freaking out, asking everyone around me what happened to my hair. Nobody could tell me anything.

I did a little research on dream themes regarding hair today. According to one website, To have your haircut against your will represents you or some aspect of your personality that has lost a sense of freedom, power, or status. Some aspect of yourself is conforming or giving in.
To dream of a haircut that cuts off long hair, or too much hair represents you or some aspect of your personality that has sacrificed itself or lost power.

Later in my dream I was working at the lovely corporate hell in which I am employed, and there was a gentleman who had ordered a Massive White Chocolate Mocha and I was having the most difficult time attempting to make the drink. Multiple times I put in the wrong milk, put it in the wrong cup, couldn't find whipped cream, couldn't find a lid...meanwhile the gentleman is standing next to the hand-off plane staring at me and asking me questions about when is it going to be done and he's in a hurry and this and that. It was more of a nightmare, than a dream, really. In any case, relating that half of my dream to the also nightmarish cutting of my hair, in terms of that particular dream interpretation would say something around the effect of I am feeling powerless in my work situation and am losing a part of myself by being there? Something around there? Well, I could've told you that straight up. Thanks, dreaming life.

In other news, the other night I dreamt I was riding a kangaroo! I was escaping from someone or something and i came up to a herd (?) of kangaroos and I tamed one to help me escape. It was the softest thing I have ever felt. And super fun to ride! I rode on its back, not in its pouch, in case you were wondering.

The night that I dreamt of riding a kangaroo, my lover dreamt that I was complaining about only having five minutes to get to work.

Punctuality is perpetually an issue for me. How astute of him, aww. ;)

Good night!

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