A Fragment . . .

I dreamed Mother and I were on the road in seperate cars, seemingly driving from Louisiana back home.  I was in the lead.  I took an exit, thinking I knew where I was going, Mother had preceded on the highway.  I came to an intersection, where a road fed onto the feeder I was driving on.  I recognized the road and thought I was on a familiar route.  Then the feeder veered off to the right, into a wooded area, I began to fear I was lost.  The foliage widened out and suddenly I was driving across an old rusty bridge.  At first I thought I'd screwed up and I was driving over a train trellis, but I could see paved road in front of me, striped and lined.  The bridge was very high and though the scenery over the bridge was gorgeous, a huge flowing river, banked for miles by forest, I was scared to death.  I seemed to drift into a different dream, with a lot of busy scenes, a lot of people, and something about spring break.

A Dark One . . .

I dreamed my cousin Teri was caring for a baby, a toddler, and needed someone to watch her during the day.  She was a pretty little girl with dark hair and doe eyes.  She wanted my mother to watch the child.  At the time we lived in a house with green carpet, dark walls with white trim.  And the house was up HIGH like on a tall hill or top of a ravine or something, but it was high up.  The day, or night, was very very foggy and dark, like just before twilight or very early in the morning.  Teri and I were walking around outside talking, there was a Winnebago in the drive we were walking around, I was wearing a red jacket.  I asked her if she was sure about my mother, "You know how she is," I'd said (my mother is abusive), and Teri said "Yea, it'll be alright."  I relented and I guess she turned the kid over to my mother, I somewhat woke at that time.  The next fragment was I was in a hotel with a bunch of people, we'd been given a free stay there.  Everyone was walking up a hallway, apparently either coming from or going to a pool.  We were talking amongst ourselves when our "host" appeared, he was some kind of speaking monster, and he was going to experiment on us.  A man and woman, she was a bodybuilder, challenged him and he froze them on the spot, then switched their heads.  I remember thinking, "if they weren't dead when he did that they are now."  Then woke again.

High School Murder

All very strange.  I was in high school, as a student.  The teacher had me give a talk on food and health.  I was filling the board with all kinds of foods to discuss calories, fat, all that and the chalk I was writing with was red.  On the blackboard it was difficult to see but I kept writing with it.  As I was writing someone started razzing me about being the one to give the talk.  In my dream I was chunky, though not as obese as I am now.  I was wearing a white long sleeved satin-like shirt and a pink skirt with black high heeled shoes.  I told them I was aware it was weird but they asked me to do it and I was going to do it.  At the same time a tall, blonde very good looking male student raped and killed a pretty blonde girl.  She was lying dead on the floor.  I told the teacher that the boy had done that (I was in an office, the front office or principal's office) and they took a very slow interest in the situation but was calling the police, who seemed equally uninterested.  The boy had some friends and they started looking for me to kill me.  He had gotten into a polar bear's costume, I guess that was the school mascot.  I had gone outside to leave.  I got in my car and saw him wandering around looking for me.  He looked up and saw me, I turned the engine on and started to leave, considering whether or not to run him over.  I decided to let the cops grab him if they ever showed up, and drove off.  Woke up after that.  Yes, I'd had my peanut butter :)

Mabel King

I dreamed Mother and I, or me and someone I really don't know who, was driving around going all over the place and stopped to get something to eat at a small restaurant or deli.  The interior was dark and when we went to the counter to order Mabel King was at the counter taking orders.  In front of her was a white taper candle, unlit, with a box of matches sitting nearby.  I came up to the counter and lit the candle before ordering.  Mabel just nodded and took the order.  There were other people around but I was the only one that lit the candle, though I knew it was a common thing to do.  We drove around some more and ultimately came back to the same diner and I again walked to the counter, Mabel was talking to someone and there was a file over the matches, but she fished them out and handed them to me and I lit the candle and gave my order.


I'm thinking, knowing actually, Mabel King came from an episode of Tales from the Darkside I'd seen earlier that day in which she starred as the baker of "special" gingerbread cookies.  She ended up being eaten by a man she turned into a rat.  Favorite episode.

PISSED!

I dreamed last night that I had to do a lot of driving for work in very open spaces. I was in a rush to get home apparently I'd been gone a while and Mother was caring for Shatze, my dachshund. I called her or she called me, I was on the phone with her and she told me Shatze had been killed. I was PISSED! I ultimately went somewhere where they sold candy I remember being in the store surrounded by all kinds of sweets but was just not comprehending how my dog could have gotten killed. I then left and drove around different highways until I woke up and gave Shatze an extra hug.

New England

Three part dream. First Mother and I were in New England at a singing competition. A family band something like the Partridge family was there and apparently I was working for them and part of my job was watching a fish for them. It was a large orange fish, a large goldfish I guess. The fish had been ill and I was supposed to feed it, which I did. Apparently the water smelled or something, Mother thought the fish smelled so she sprayed it with some kind of air freshener, which of course killed the fish. The family was angry but not so much as I thought they'd be. The second part was Mother and I driving down a long New England road boardered by apple orchards. We got to a gold house with brown trim. There was a large lake or bay behind it and apple trees all around it. The place where we parked suddenly looked like an aisle in a supermarket parking lot. The car we were in was a black car like a Packard or old vehicle like that. There was a house across the street from where our car was parked. It was a breezy fall day and I was outside. An older woman that still kept her hair dyed black came from the house across the street to the parking lot. She was wearing black pants, yellow shirt and a red light jacket. She wore thick black framed glasses. "Good morning," I said to her as she approached the car. She looked the car over and I saw that there were iron bars beside each parking slot with a label slid into a plastic cover on top. Each label had a number like "888.64" on it. The lady took one of the labels out of it's protector and asked "Could you keep one of these by your car? Otherwise he'll get mad." I don't know who HE was but I amiably agreed. The third part must have been inside the same house. Seems I was working for someone there as well. Probably HIM because HIS daughter came to our house and accused me of stealing things of hers. I indicated the entire room with my arms and said "go ahead, search it, knock yourself out," which she proceeded to do. She started with a plastic container that was on top of a bureau. The room itself was quite spacious, with hard wood floors and white walls, country style furniture. The bureau was white the container was gray. It contained a bunch of clothes I had but couldn't wear. I told her if she could wear the clothes and liked them she could have them. I picked up a purple knitted top and she seemed to like it. She started looking into the drawers of the bureau. There were boxes in them that contained perfumes and other cosmetics. I convinced her not to keep looking and she ultimately left. The room had been somewhat cluttered and Mother had picked it up with the girl in there and when she left I went to put some things down and noticed all my other things gone. I got very angry. I had three bottles of perfume in my hand, two of one kind and one of another, which I put down on a nightstand next to the bed. Then I began to wake.