The Ugly Carpet Dream of 2/27/07

A few nights ago, I dreamed that Josh and I moved to a new apartment. It was a large studio and had a very low ceiling. I remembered that it looked ok when we went to see it before deciding to buy it, but then after we bought it, it was awful inside. All of our furniture was inside and I felt claustrophobic because it was all one room and the ceiling was so low. The floor had a really ugly maroon carpet, so I tried to see if I could peel it up. It wasn't tacked down at all, so it came up very easily. It had a padded liner beneath it, and beneath that was an even worse carpet with its own padded liner, and beneath that, linoleum. I begged Josh to let us get wood flooring, but he said that he wasn't comfortable with the amount of time that would take, so we would just have to make the best of the carpet. The dream ended with me lying in bed, desperately trying not to panic, and moaning, "This feels like a horrible exile!"

My First ~Satisfying~ Sex Dream Ever, 12/4/06

The dream was fantastic. I don't remember too much in the way of coherent plot, but I do remember having two (2) orgasms. !!! I have never actually had an orgasm before from a sex dream, so I felt very pleased with myself upon waking up. I really hope it happens again. It was great! Do you understand what I'm saying here?? I had orgasms and I didn't even have to wake up. It was a beautiful gift from my brain.

A Little Consultation With the Dream Encyclopedia, 11/3/06

I don't necessarily believe that dreams foretell anything, but just to give myself as much information as possible about the poop and pee dreams, I thought I'd check it out. I am pretty sure that the pee dreams usually stem from my actually having to pee in real life. The poop, though... that's another story. I never wake up having to poop.

Pee: this is an unlucky dream symbol. To dream that you are peeing is an omen of bad luck and frustrating times ahead in love.

Poop: this is a great dream symbol, and if it turns out to be an accurate portent, I will stop all of my complaining about how I don't like dreaming about pooping. Poop is a lucky omen of money, wealth, and profits. The more embarrassing the situation, the more luck with money. Why do I suspect that this was made up by a bunch of people who were all as tired of dreaming about pooping as I am?

I guess I'll be unlucky in love at some point in the future, but I stand a good chance of becoming wealthy. Not too bad, considering that everyone ends up unlucky in love at one point or another, but not everyone ends up wealthy.

The Freckles Dream of 11/3/06

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my face was covered in big freckles. It took me a minute to figure out what they were. I wasn't in any way upset. It was more a feeling of trying to solve an interesting puzzle. I felt extremely satisfied once I figured out what was what.

The Poop Dream of 11/3/06

Last night, I dreamed about shitting. I was on the toilet and I'd get the poops most of the way out and then they'd stall. I was frustrated by this. Finally, I had the bright idea of wrapping my hand in toilet paper, reaching under there, and giving the poops a gentle pull. It worked! I did it twice, and both times it got the poops moving again and they slid out perfectly. I felt so empty and light afterwards. GROSS! Why I am I dreaming about this?!

In Which I Remember My Dead Grandfather, 10/31/06

Last night I dreamed that Pop was sick and I was helping him. He told me that he loved me and I told him that I loved him too.

This scenario is significantly unlike anything that happened in real life. Maybe it was inspired by the thin veil between ~the worlds~ on All Hallows Eve. I'm being sarcastic with the ~ because this dream actually freaked me out at the time.

The Thanksgiving Dream of 10/23/06

Last night in my dreams, it was Thanksgiving dinner and I was with my family. I was seated farthest from all of the foods and although I was ravenous, I could never seem to get much to eat. Everyone else was busy feeding themselves and so didn't notice that I was going hungry. After they were all finished, they assumed that I had eaten my fill just as they had and they kept asking me things like, "Aren't you so full after all that food? I know I am!" I finally said that I wasn't full and that I hadn't gotten enough, so my mother started to take leftovers and put them on my plate. I got up to get something for myself and when I came back, Lorraine and Joanne had taken my plate and all of the food away because they were trying to help get everything cleaned up. It ended with my grandmother telling me that she couldn't believe that I was still hungry after all of that food.

My family is never mean to me at all in real life and no one has ever taken my food away. I feel guilty for even dreaming that they did such a thing.