Murderers & Space Travel & Blood Milk

Ja. and I are in this odd house. I forget the details of everything that has happened up until this point, but we're getting ready for bed. I hear some rustling outside the door while we're lying there, and at first, I think that it's SiskaC. The rustling grows louder, and I hear other noises. I am getting scared & worried, and start shaking Ja. a bit "There's someone out there!" At first, he writes it off, and then he starts getting a little concerned too, as we can both hear footprints. He gets out of bed & walks over to the bedroom door, and opens it... he realizes that someone IS out there, and they're now pushing their way into the room. It's Kris T. and some weird mentally ill guy who looks like a tall thin scarecrow. They walk past him, and stare at me in bed, and I know that they're going to kill us both. I wake up, but am still caught in the feeling of the nightmare. Very scary.

Now I'm in this weird building, and there's a similar feeling to Back to the Future going on - the guy I'm dealing with is like a Luke Skywalker/Marty cross. They're trying to leave in a spacecraft, and I'm trying to stop them. It's pointy, and has mirrors glued all over it, and is WAY too small for two people. I pull it down out of the air, and pin it against the ground. These doors open, and I assume that they're going to come out of it, so I pull the middle of the machine out. It's a computer, with all sorts of springs & chip boards & important looking glossy tape. It starts coming out, and then I realize that I've totally screwed it up. I try to stuff it back in, as it should go, but just keep messing it up more. I start to find sand, leaves & pieces of paper inside the computer boards, and am totally confused as to how I'm going to fix this thing & get into it (cuz it's so small too) Then I see this babe with long black hair come tearing out of a door in the side of this auditorium. I clothesline her, and flip her over. I pin her arms behind her back, and mock her while I ride her like a pony with her arms as the reins.

I am nursing a baby. Instead of milk, blood is coming out of my breasts, and the baby is growing very fast, and is very sturdy. It has spacey teeth that are a little pointy.

I am in a crowded school playground, but I am pretty grown up. K.S. is there, and we keep making out & howling with laughter. We decide that we're going to date.

Racoons & Dust

I go outside of my front door. My porch is grey, and the paint is starting to wear away from too many years of walking on it. There is a set of stairs, but they start about half a foot away from the edge of the porch. I look down, and notice that there is a very friendly, furry little raccoon there. I don't know what to do, but am fascinated by it. I kind of want it to leave, as I don't really think that it belongs there, so I make some hissing noises & try to startle it by lunging at it a little. It just looks at my cutely, and continues to do raccoon like things. I realize what a weird opportunity this is - that I have never been this close to a raccoon before, and am amazed by how friendly it is. Inexplicably, I kick some gravel from between the porch/stairs at it, and it gets dust all over its fur. It still doesn't go away, and I feel bad for kicking dirt on it, and fall in love with it all over again.

Love Letters on Cheese

I dream that Ryan & I are in a room together. He knows that I thought that he was cute last summer, and has now written me a heartfelt note. He passes it to me, and akwardly leaves the room. After he leaves, I realize how heavy, and odd feeling the envelope is. It's legal size, and the writing is smudgey on it, addressing it to me. It has a cancelled stamp on it, which has orange in it. I then realize that the letter is wet. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the letter isn't just wet, that it's actually fashioned out of cheese. I need somewhere private to read it, but I also know that it's starting to self destruct from the cheese grease, which is getting worse as the room gets warmer.

Fashion Police

There is a knock at my door. I open it, and a severe looking woman & man are on the other side dressed in all black, with trench coats & note pads in hand. They announce that they are the fashion police. I immediately get very nervous, but still let them in. They start looking through my closet, at my make up, and start scrutinizing what I am wearing. The woman focuses in on my lips, and looks at them under a magnifying glass. She states that I am not wearing lip liner, and this is a direct fashion violation. She explains the need for lip liner, to seal in & border lip glosses & sticks. I receive a brief lesson, and a fine, and they leave.