Dreams

2005-09-01T11:16:00.000-03:00

The Brute

I don't remember much of the first part of the dream, just the latter portions.

Memory picks up at a point when Anthony and I are walking along Ludlow Street on the west side, and we're at the corner of Ludlow and Guilford. This is the point where a marathon race is happening, and when Anthony and I crest the hill, they think we're running.

I, joking around, cross the finish line, and the woman standing there declared me the third place winner. She then notices that I'm not sweaty, and she says "Did you run?"

"No, but I thought it would be fun to pretend." She rolled her eyes, and Anthony and I head down the hill laughing.

Oddly enough, instead of finding ourselves on the corner of Ludlow and Winslow as would happen in real life, we were now at the entrance to Market Square. Anthony was thrilled because he'd just won a lot of money on the outcome of the race, and he was waving around a wad of money while laughing maniacally. This turned out to be a stupid thing to do.

This really big, and I mean big, guy walked up to Anthony and demanded some of the winnings. Of course, Anthony refused, so the guy tried some intimidation tactics. I stepped between them, shouting for the guy to 'screw off' because there was no way in hell we were just going to give him money.

We walked away, and went into Market Square to get away from him. He followed after us, and grabbed me by the arm. I shrieked for him to let me go, and he responded by punching me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, and then he picked me up and tossed me into the air.

I hate dreams that end with falling. *shudders*

2005-08-21T12:22:00.000-03:00

The Sorceror's Bear

I dreamed that Anthony had sold Zedd to an evil sorceror. Anthony wanted riches, and the wizard could provide a spell that would give him riches. The cost? He had to sell the wizard Zedd to feed to the sorceror's bear. And he couldn't have faked it, because the cat had to have been raised on human love.

Naturally, when Anthony came home to tell me what he'd done, I was furious, and upset. Of course I wouldn't let him take Zedd to be fed to an evil bear! We fought over it, and I refused to take Zedd to the wizard.

Somehow, Zedd and I ended up in the car, and we were sitting in front of the sorceror's house. Anthony had gone inside, supposedly to tell the wizard that the deal was off, but I knew he had gone in for reinforcements. Then I saw the bear. The body and the arms looked like a regular bear, but it was ten feet tall, and it's head was misshapen and deformed. It also had horrible legs, long and boney, a la Salvador Dali, and you could actually see the bones at its ankles were the fur and muscle had worn away.

It came lumbering towards the car, and I screamed. I tossed Zedd out the other door and told him to run, but he was scared and froze. I got out of the car, and tried to distract the bear, waving my arms and trying to get its attention away from Zedd.

Then, I woke up.

Amy, Mick and the Party

It started off simply enough. Scott and I were walking behind the Lancaster Mall to meet Ann, who was going to sell Scott drugs. I know, but it seemed sensible in the dream! So we met her behind Zellers on a raised platform that had stairs leading up to it, but was really private for all that. People rarely went behind the mall, so it was generally a good spot to make those kind of deals.

Ann gave Scott the bag, and then sidled close to him. Scott looked at me and asked if I would mind leaving them alone for a bit, because he didn't pay with money. I shrugged, and said I had to go anyway, I'd meet him at the party.

I walked along, and finally came to a house. I opened the door, and saw that the party had already started. I started to climb down the ladder, when this bitchy blonde started up it, and wouldn't move. So I had to climb up to let her pass. We exchanged heated words, and I told her if she ever showed her face again, I'd crack her one.

Finally, I was downstairs. Dre, Amy (not Amy Albert; Amy who works at the Smart Kart) and Suzy were hiding in the pantry at the end of the hall because Dre was wearing a French Maid costume. When I asked her about it, she said she had given her clothes to her father to wash because she's spilled something on it, and the costume was what he had brought her instead. She was embarassed, and wouldn't come out until her father came back with her clothes. I shrugged, and kissed Amy in welcome, because apparently we were a couple. She took me hand, and we went back out to the party.

We wandered around, greeting people, including Anthony, who was involved in a game of poker with a bunch of guys I didn't know. Then Amy and I headed into the livingroom to dance. We were dancing close, despite the fast song, when I noticed someone sitting in the corner.

"Amy, don't look, but is that Mick Jagger?" After we made our next turn around, she confirmed. Yes, it was Mick Jagger! He was watching us in that way that straight men watch two women who are together. We finished our dance, and with another kiss, Amy headed off to the bathroom.

Mick gestured for me to come over, and he extended his hand. We introduced ourselves, and I was doing very well at not acting like a star struck ninny. He asked how long Amy and I had been dating, and I told him about three years. He laughed, and made a joke, that wasn't really a joke, about how that meant he couldn't steal her away. I laughed uncomfortably, and then we went on to talk about other things.

The end of the dream is fuzzy, and I can't remember what happened after that.

2005-08-19T10:56:00.000-03:00

Friend Alex

Alex and I were here, in Saint John, but the entire city was condensed into a smaller area. It was roughly the size of the uptown core and the immediate area surrounding the Harbour Passage. Saint John was actually an oasis in the middle of a desert.

In the dream Alex and I were very good friends. The best of friends actually, and we were taking a class on philosophy, which, for some reason, was being held at the Holiday Select (formerly HoJo's). It didn't look like a hotel, of course, it was just the same building.

We had decided to take the course because Alex always seemed to be striving towards something. He was not from Saint John originally, but had been on a journey through the desert and had stopped here to take a break and had not yet built up the courage to continue on. On this particular day, we had to go to the liquor store for Hayley, and were moving down Chesley Drive, hand in hand, talking.

"I feel as though something in my life is missing. There is something I'm not getting or not seeing, and I don't know how to find it," he said to me.

"Because you've halted your journey. Life isn't just this oasis, but what's on the other side of the sands," I replied.

"I don't know how to start it."

"You've become attached to the safety of the oasis and fear to take the next step. Nothing worth having is gained easily, and this life has become easy for you," I told him.

"You sound like you want me to go." We had stopped at this point, and I had begun to cry.

"I just want you to be happy. This life is a security blanket, and you'll never be happy while you cling to it." He just looked at me for a long moment, and then nodded. He kissed me on the forehead and then just walked away. I watched him for a moment, and then turned back. I didn't look back, and got the feeling that neither had he.

It was here that I woke up, and I felt melancholy, like I had indeed just lost someone dear to me. Even now, the dream is so vivid, it feels like it really happened.

2005-07-28T10:31:00.000-03:00

Band Babe

The dream started fairly normal. I got off the bus across from the Mercantile Building and headed into the mall. There were two doors going into the building that stood where the Aquatic Centre actually is. One was fairly difficult to get through, because it wasn't so much a door as a hole in the wall, and the second was at the end of a fairly elaborate set of walkways.

As I moved down the walkways, I noticed a young man, probably about 18. He was taller than me, not by a lot, but a bit, and had shoulder length brown hair. He was very slim, and seemed to be hanging back shyly. I didn't really dwell on it, and headed into the mall.

It was completely packed, and as I moved through to the escalators, I got stuck behind this really slow woman. She keep weaving back and forth, and because it was so busy, I was stuck behind her. There was a really creepy man, middle aged, with a mustache and greying hair behind me. He kept smiling at me, which made me want to move faster, and of course, I still couldn't pass the woman.

Finally, we got on the escalators, but they were really unusual escalators. They were moving, but if you didn't walk up them very fast, you'd end up falling behind. I was trying to squeeze past the lady in front of me when the creepy man started singing "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas. I couldn't help it; I started to giggle. The more I laughed, the louder he sang, and the farther back I fell on the escalator until I was literally being pushed ahead by the creepy man. I managed to get myself together, and to the top of the escalator without too much of a scene.

Once at the top, I got past the slow woman, and headed into Brunswick Square. Although it was the middle of the day, it was dark and completely deserted. Apparently there was some sort of function going on and the building had been rented out. The bookstore on the first floor was open, but I didn't want to climb down the ladder to first floor. So, instead, I turned my hair very blonde (I'm not sure exactly how) and extended the length and decided to leave the way I'd come.

As I was walking down the hall, it felt like time had slowed a bit. I was flipping my hair, flashing smiles at people and basically just strutting along. People would look at me appreciatively, and I'd smile and we'd all move on. I swung my hair over my shoulder and caught the eye of the young long haired boy I'd noticed on my way in.

"Do you play?" I asked. He froze, looking very shocked that I'd actually spoken to him. "Do you play?" I asked again. He nodded meekly.

"Good, you're in." It turns out that the real reason that everyone was looking at me was because I was the lead singer of this incredibly popular rock band, and I was on the lookout for a new guitar player.

Suddenly, Chris Walsh appears out of nowhere. (I'm not sure how Chris always ends up in my dreams, but there you have it.) He didn't say anything, but he was my agent/producer. He was all dressed up in a suit, and stuck a contract in the new guitarist's face.

Next thing I know, we're strutting along, this time a different hall, heading for the second exit. Me and guitar boy got out the little hole in the wall fairly easily, but Chris started cursing and swearing because his suit kept getting snagged.

And, that was it.

2005-07-27T10:06:00.000-03:00

Karaoke Queen

I had my karaoke machine set up at work. I'm not sure exactly why, but it seemed like a quiet day in the building; there was only a fraction of the staff. It was set up next to my desk, on a little table where Geraldine usually sits.

I set up the machine, and plugged it into the PA system. First up I had Kizzy, who was on the same floor, just a couple rows down. She sang "Drops of Jupitar". Naturally, the Kizzy-Karaoke-Kurse struck, and I had problems getting her song up and running. :-P

Next, I sang "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson. It went pretty well, but some of the lyrics were different than the song, which threw me off a little. By the end of the dream, I'd also done "Bring Me to Life", "My Immortal" and "Heartbreaker".

2005-06-30T10:14:00.000-03:00

Photo Real

I don't really remember much of this dream beyond being in a restaurant. The restaurant was located on Water street, although, it didn't look like Water street. (Much too bohemian and busy :-P) For whatever reason, at the particular juncture in the dream, there was a group of five women, including myself, dressed rather, well, trashy. Think the Moulin Rouge "Lady Marmalade" video.

The five of us got up to pose for a photo because-although nobody thought anything particularly strange about us being dressed so-we looked so interesting. We stood sort of in a very tall rack, like a rolling rack for costumes, without the wheels. We were posed fairly seductively, and the photo was taken.

That's all I remember, but it feels almost like a memory than a dream. Weird.

2005-06-15T11:25:00.000-03:00

Breaking the Bank

This was one of those weird dual perception dreams. I was watching the dream, as an outsider, but I was also seeing the dream through the eyes of another.

First I was a young woman, who kind of looked like a young Wynona Ryder, by the name of Apple. I was working at a store/laundromat with my father when a large blond man entered. He proceeded to hold us up; clearly a desperate man. Terrified, we did what he wanted; anything to avoid getting hurt.

Somewhere along the way, he began telling us about how his life had been ruined by some corporate banker and that was why he'd turned to a life of crime.

The next scene, I was the man, and my name was Joe Eben (or something like that). Apple and her father were helping me find a change of clothing from the piles of (clean) laundry so I could get out of the shop without the cops realizing it was me. I thanked them, and headed towards this bank.

The bank building was this monstrosity of glass and steel. I made my way up to the CEO's office and threatened my way into the office. I held the bank CEO, the man who was responsible for my troubles, a con and horrible human being. I'm not sure what I was trying to accomplish, but the CEO was not repentent at all. He was this slimy looking man, with a fancy suit and black hair. He seemed to be doing everything in his power to make me even more mad. I think he was hoping I'd kill him.

2005-05-25T09:25:00.000-03:00

Mean Girl

I was rushing through city hall towards Market Square, cursing the slow people and those stand up advertising stands that dot the Pedway but only get in the way. I was late for work. I was so focused on trying not to run down a woman with her two small children, that when I finally was able to pass, I realized I had gone to far.

I whirled around, feeling stupid, and made my way to the shops of City Hall, where I was just about to start my new job at Reitmans. Except, it wasn't like the Reitmans we know (and despise). No, it was more like a boutique.

The day was going well until the blonde from across the hall came in. She was nice enough, but something about her rubbed me the wrong way. The trouble started when I started to ring in her purchase. It gets a little fuzzy here, but I did make a comment about how peach really wasn't her color, and all of a sudden there were a ton of customers in the store, waiting to be rung in. I was having trouble with the system, and of course, my new manager wasn't around.

The blonde was trying to help, folding clothes and putting them on the counter. My manager came back and took over the cash, and I looked at the blonde coldly and said "Thanks, but I can do that now." It came out sounding much harsher than I'd intended and she practically fled the store. I felt terrible.

When it slowed down again, I went across the hall to apologize. Then it got weird. I could see into her office, which looked like a sleazy hotel room from a movie. There was a woman and a man's head on the bed, and the blonde had a futon in the hall.

2005-04-06T11:29:00.000-03:00

Evil AI

I entered the lobby of a large, swank building. There was a man on a cell phone in an expensive white suit waiting for his private elevator. He looked at me, and snapped "Who are you?"

"I'm Lisa," I replied, glaring at him for his rudeness. "Who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?!" he replied indignantly. "You don't know who I am?!" I shook my head and shrugged.

"No, although you do look familiar." He then proceeded to tell me that he won the gold medal for inventing some sort of technology that will change the world. I pretended to be duly impressed, and then the elevator arrived.

It was his private elevator, but since we were both going to the same floor, he was nice enough to offer to share it. It was roughly the size of my bedroom, with red drapes, Louis X1V furniture, and an exquisite oriental rug. Very nice. When we reached his offices, we exited the elevator, where we were greeted by a woman in a gray suit.

"Lisa, thank you for joining us. Please, come with me." We went to the end of the hall, and I noticed people were acting very strange. We reached another elevator and the door opened. She thanked it, and we entered.

I gave her a puzzled look, and she proceeded to explain in a very low voice that the AI that ran the office's security and systems was very sensative and prone to temper tantrums. The next part of the dream is a bit blurry, but the next thing I know, the lights were out, emergancy lights on, and we were trying desperately to find a safe way out of the building.

The AI had lost its, er, mind, and was completely homicidal. It was projecting holograms into the hallways to confuse people. At one point, a security guard took the fast way out of the building by being sent out the window. 40 floors in 40 seconds... There was so much happening by this time, that it's kind of blurry. Just random images of fear and anger.

2005-03-28T10:08:00.000-04:00

Prom Girls and Lunch Breaks

I went into the mall. It was this amazing building of light and glass. Girls were running around in prom dresses and sneakers, trying to choose their prom dresses. The dresses were all these crazy concoctions of ruffles and laces, very 'Dangerous Liaisons' but without the paniers.

I was on the top floor, heading down to meet Anthony for lunch. As I headed for the escalator, I noticed two girls wearing the same dress who were in a screaming match. The dress was purple on the top, strapless, and at the waist, split to reveal a shimmering white underskirt. Very pretty, but anyway...

"I told you I was going to get this dress!" the blonde shrieked.

"I don't see your name on it!" the brunette retorted. I looked them over and shook my head.

"It looks better on her," I said, pointing at the brunette. "She's a little thinner and its more flattering to her body shape."

"She's not much thinner than me," the blonde growled.

"I am too!" the brunette shouted. "Five ounces!"

"Five ounces! Ha! That's not much!"

"That's a lot when you're already tiny. Besides, that shade of purple doesn't look good on blondes anyway," I told them as I stepped on to the escaltor. "And, you know, you may want to speak to whomever told you it was a good dress for you, because they lied. Good friends will tell you when something looks bad."

By this time I was at the bottom of the escalator and walking away, so I missed whatever else they said. I made my way to the food court, and it was packed. It took some time, but finally I found Anthony. He already had his lunch.

"Sorry, I was starving."

"That's okay. I don't know what I want yet anyway. I'll be right back."

I made my way through the crowds of people. It was laid out a little like that market on the waterfront of Halifax, but much bigger. I past Mother Natures, the fast fat joins, Swiss Chalet and finally settled on "The Pita Maker". I'm not sure what kind of pitas they had, just that they looked very elaborate.

2005-03-24T11:26:00.000-04:00

Dentist Dramas

I dreamed last night that my sister and I had gone to the dentist, who just happened to be the operations manager for Xerox Supplies, my boss's boss, Jane. She was very perky as she took our x-rays and checked our teeth. I told her about some problems I'd had with a filling, and she looking at my teeth.

"You must floss!!" she bellowed, leaping on me.

Pinned, my mouth was forced open and she began to brutalize me with floss that felt as sharp as steel wool. She was jamming it between my teeth, and sliding it back and forth with same kind of force one would use to start a bonfire with friction alone. I was bleeding and crying, and still she wouldn't stop.

When I woke up, my mouth hurt. Weird.

2005-03-22T10:23:00.000-04:00

Snuffing Hasselhoff

The dream started with me and my aunt Susan walking down Sydney street. She was very pregnant, and I was going to work. I was heading off to the Red Rose Building and when we reached Union Street, we parted ways.

I had plenty of time, so as I walked down Union, I went in to the various shops to look around. There was a sports store where I almost bought Anthony a key chain, a 'souvenir' shop with a bunch of junk, book stores etc. Union Street was much longer and bustling in my dream. I peeked into a used bookstore and discovered a snuff book about David Hasselhoff. I opened it, and then next thing I knew, I was Hasselhoff's wife, except we were both old.

We were discussing Hasselhoff's next snuff victim, a pretty and sweet brunette woman, who name is eluding me. He was dating her, pretending that I was his sister, doing everything in his power to get her to trust him. It gets a little blurry around this point; I'm just glad that I woke up before it got nasty.

2005-03-03T12:55:00.000-04:00

Breakfast With Jay

I awoke on a couch. Jay, Dan, Anthony and Julie were there. It was supposed to be Julie and Dan's place. We had all stayed the night because Julie was sick or something. It was about 7 am when Dan and Anthony decided to take Julie to the hospital, so Jay and I headed home to change for work.

We headed down Water Street, and discovered a new restaurant had opened. It was small, with an open air concept. The front was glassed in for the winter, so we went in to have a quick breakfast. Jay had coffee and a muffin, and had his nose buried in his laptop. I couldn't figure out what I wanted.

"Jay, in about 5 minutes, order me the Fantastic Fruit with the strawberry sherbet," I told him.

"Why?"

"I'm going to run home and change. By the time the fruit is cut and ready, I should be back." I glanced at the clock. It was 10 after 8. If I took ten minutes, I figured I'd have 10 minutes to eat before we had to catch the bus.

Unfortunately, it didn't work that way. The waitress came over, so I told her I what I wanted.

"You can't get the sherbet with that," she told me.

"What can I get with the sherbet?"

I never did find out. That's when my alarm went off.

2005-02-23T09:36:00.000-04:00

The Actress's Nightmare

I dreamed that I was sitting on the couch, in our old apartment. There was a huge stack of Kleenex boxes in front of the double doors and around the corner. I was coughing and blowing my nose, and my throat was really sore. I was very upset because I was afraid I wouldn't be better in time for 'Evita', which was only a few days away in my dream.

So I went down to Lawtons to get something for my throat. Every box I picked up seemed to have Benadryl in it, and within minutes, I was in tears. Finally I asked Joan, the pharmacist, for a suggestion. "I'm allergic to Benadryl but I really need something for my cold, especially my throat."

I ended up with these strange herbal drops that were bright green and tasted like dulse, and a neon blue cough syrup.

2005-02-14T09:21:00.000-04:00

Big PEI

I was studying a map, making measurements and comparisons. I came to the conclusion that PEI was just as large as New York. In fact, I was shocked to find that there was for every person who lived in PEI, there were 1000 New Yorkers. I then set about trying to determine why the island upon which New York sat was so much more popular that PEI. (It made sense in the dream.)

I was then driving along a road in PEI. It was summer and everything was green and beautiful. There was a young man on a bike, heading towards me. All of a sudden, his bike hit something-I couldn't tell what-and the rear end flew up, shooting him off the bike. I stopped my bike and ran towards him.

He got up, and was insisting that he was fine, but he had blood pouring out of his forehead, and his eyes were glazed over.

There was a little more to the dream, but its foggy and I can't seem to remember it.

2005-01-31T08:54:00.000-04:00

Glass House

Anthony and I were preparing to move in with my parents. My parents had rented a 'huge apartment' above the NB Museum, and my mom said we should move in with them. Reluctantly we agreed, but we decided not to give our notice until after we'd seen the apartment.

I was waiting in the NB Museum when I saw Geraldine, who I work with. "Do you know where the entrance to the apartments are?" I asked her. She told me that she didn't know that there were apartments. Frustrated, I waited in the lobby for someone to arrive.

Jamie Williams came down the stairs with a giant Christmas tree for the lobby. Since I was waiting, I gave him a hand, moving the gingerbread village out of the way for the tree. We had just finished when my sister came down the stairs. Somewhere between the lobby and the apartment on the third floor, my sister transformed into my mom, because it was my mom that let me into the new place.

It wasn't huge, first off, but I have to admit, it was kind of cool. The apartment was made entirely of glass with mirrors that slid across the windows to make the rooms private. There was a large sunroom that opened up on to the pool, and lots of room. However, the third bedroom, which was to be Anthony and I's, was incredibly small, it wouldn't have fit my bed much less anything else. So, we decided to keep our apartment, but I did find myself wishing we could change all the walls to glass...

2005-01-26T09:15:00.000-04:00

Adam or the President?

The dream started off oddly, so I should have known the rest of it would be weird. I was in the shower with someone named Adam who looked exactly like Chris Walsh. We were both fully dressed, but not getting wet, and eating periwinkles. We decided to go to a movie together.

"I have another date though. I hope you don't mind sharing me." Adam assured me that he didn't mind. We headed off to the theater. It was this really old building, and we had to go up to the theater from the lobby in this really strange elavator that was the size of a small room. At the front of the theater, below the screen, was a small wooden tunnel, not unlike the scaffolding construction crews build on the sidewalks.

Then the President arrived. He greeted me with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. I spent the rest of the evening, jumping back and forth between the two men, while trying to keep the secret service from wacking Adam. The President was very aggressive, and Adam kept looking more and more upset. Finally, I decided that the President and I would be better as friends for a few reasons (one being his 25 year old daughter. :-P)

Adam had gone into the wooden tunnel when the President gave me a kiss goodbye, but I hadn't missed his heartbroken expression. I followed him in, and he told me that he understood why I would want the President.

"Why would I want him when I'm completely crazy about you?" I threw my arms around him, and kissed him. After a moment of hesitation, he kissed me back. A few minutes passed, and we headed back out of the tunnell. I had just broken away from him when Anthony arrived. Just to make it confusing, I guess. ^_^

2005-01-19T09:12:00.000-04:00

Sorority Blues

I was walking down Cliff Street with my mom when we passed the St. Vincent's sorority house, Sigma Delta Fra (I know. It was a dream.). There were a few of the girls sitting outside, and my mom stopped to talk to them.

"I've never been in a sorority house," my mom said. "Can I go in and look around?"

"It's not allowed," the girl replied.

"I'll give you 20 bucks."

"Okay!"

So while mom was looking around the house, I chatted with the girls.

Next thing I know, there is a huge party going on. Julie and Suzy were there for sure, and I had this vague knowledge that Anthony, Dan and Dre were kicking around, but I couldn't see them anywhere. We were dancing, beers in hand, having a great time.

All of a sudden, the paramedics are there. There was a gasp as the female paramedic toppled over, her pants unbuttoned, and partially down to just below her navel. "What happened?" someone yelled. I heard the shouted reply that she had 'soiled herself'. As the words were spoken, the stench washed over the crowd.

I turned my head away, and it was then that I noticed the group of people who were laying on the sidewalk. It looked as though about a dozen people had passed out or something. I turned to see the paramedic being helped to her feet. She pushed through the crowd, pants still partially down.

"You'd think she'd pull her pants up," Julie said, shaking her head.

"Hey Sisqo, put the thong away," Suzy shouted at the passing woman. The male paramedic stopped beside Suzy and scowled at her.

"It's policy. She's not allowed," he told her haughtily.

Suzy looked very unimpressed, and said in the most Suzy-like voice, "Well, maybe it will be legal by Friday." It seemed like the most witty reply ever in the dream, and I woke up thinking 'That was so Suzy.' Very weird.

2005-01-12T08:54:00.000-04:00

The Girl:

I awoke in the middle of the night on Saturday, my bladder begging for relief. I got up, and made my way to the bathroom.

Afterward, I opened the door, and there was a girl standing there. She was a combination of the little girl in the remake of 'Dawn of the Dead' and the little boy from 'The Grudge'.

I woke sitting upright in bed.

2005-01-04T08:58:00.000-04:00

Wacky Dream Marathon

I was walking through Lancaster Mall with Anthony because we were going to go to the Coffee Mill for supper. When we got to the restaurant, there was a sign posted saying that they had moved. A guy who used to work at Xerox with me, Shawn, appeared at the door (looking a little worse for wear than when I last saw him).

"It's just down here now," he told us, and we followed him through the mall towards where the West Side Library. Suddenly we were outside and at some sort of campground.

The restaurant wasn't in sight, but there was a single cabin that doubled as the office. Shawn was talking about how science didn't really exist and all there really was in the world was magic. I can't really think of how to describe his experiment but I'll try.

He had two rows of what looked like escalator stairs. They were huge, gun metal grey and had dozens of peaks and dips. Sort of like - /\/\/\/\/\/ He could use a gigantic crank to make them move, but they never actually touched the ground. "See! Magic!" (I had to agree with him-it made sense at the time.)

Skip ahead a few hours, and we were walking back towards the cabin. There was an M&M Meats visit in there somewhere, but I can't remember enough details to make it interesting... There were people lined up and not moving much. Those that were moving were walking strangely with jerky movements.

I looked at Anthony, and said "If those are zombies, I'm waking up." Sure enough, they were zombies. I went into the cabin, and was just about to shut the door when a zombie woman attempted to get in. Just before I got the door shut, she spit at me and got my arm.

I calmly walked into the bathroom, washed my arm, and then said "Wake up." And I did.

After I fell back to sleep, I had a bunch of bizarre dreams in a row. They were short, and I would wake up every 15 minutes or so.

2004-12-22T09:40:00.000-04:00

WTF?!

I dreamed that I was laying on the couch with Marc Blucas (of Buffy fan), and we were snuggling like couples do. There was sort of a loop where for a while, we'd talk, then he'd get up, and I'd cuddle down into the couch and doze. It went on like this for quite a while.

I woke up and hit the snooze button. I find that the strangest dreams happen in that half awake stage. I dreamed that I went to the bedroom door to say goodbye to Anthony. All of a sudden, Kristi Neilson appeared at the end of the hallway in her pajamas, scaring the crap out of me. She rushed past, looking very embarrassed and ran into the bedroom just past the outside door. Then Ryan Gilbert rushed out of the living room and followed her into the bedroom and closed the door. I could hear them muttering how they were hoping nobody would 'know' yet. I shrugged and went to bed.

The alarm went off again, and Anthony was standing at the foot of the bed. It startled me, because I thought that he'd left for work.

2004-12-13T08:53:00.000-04:00

Second Chances

I dreamed that my husband (insert random face from subconscious) split up. He had found a trollop who he was ditching me for. I had gone over to the house we had previously shared, and she was there. We got into a bit of a cat fight, and it turns out that her ex showed up just in time to help stop the fight.

"Trust me, she's not worth it," he said, taking me by the arm and leading me out.

I thanked him and then asked if he would mind taking me out to UPS, which was apparently by Hampton High. He said he would, and we got in the car together.

The next thing I know, I woke up in the car, with the seat back. He was sleeping in the drivers side, a sweet smile on his face. I felt this rush of warmth through me as I looked at him, and could feel my broken heart start to mend a bit. As though he sensed me watching him, he awoke, and looked at me shyly.

The next part of the dream involved some strange bit about the waterfront, a dock, and lots of tourists...

2004-12-08T09:46:00.000-04:00

Nothing Real

I had weird dreams last night. I've got fleeting memories of bizarre happenings, but nothing substantial. The more I try to remember, the less I can recall.

2004-12-06T13:37:00.000-04:00

It's 3 am Mr. President

I dreamed strangely all night, but many of the details are very sketchy. At one point, I was a CIA agent who was working protection detail for the president. (It wasn't Bush, just some random face from my subconcious) The phone rings, and as I answer it, I notice the clock says 3 am.

"Hello?"

"Lisa, I need tickets for Disney World."

"I'm sorry, that would be impossible at this time Mr. President."

"Why?"

"It's 3 am Mr. President. They are not open." He then proceeded to tell me that by the time he got his family out of bed, and flew to Orlando, they would be open, but he wanted the tickets to be waiting for him. As patiently as I could, I emplained why that would not work at this time.

There was a bit more, but the next thing I remember is being standing on the end of an old highway. It was broken and jagged, over grown, and looked terrible. The city rose up around me.

I was now an assistant to the President, overseeing a new work program. The city had built up on top of itself, growing taller and taller. As people moved up, literally, the lower levels of the cities were becoming run down as the people abandoned them. It was the idea of the administration to put inmates to work renovating the abandoned low levels of the cities.

I woke up just as we were starting to re-pave. I don't remember much of how the program worked, but it was only going to cost the city 2 million because of low labor costs...

2004-11-29T09:55:00.000-04:00

Loving Merrick

I got off the bus by Harbour Station, except Harbour Station was either not there yet or gone. It was raining, and as I walked towards the uptown center, I wondered if there would be a flood because the water was rising to quickly.

It wasn't long before I noticed a tall man with medium length dark hair behind me. He followed me for a bit and finally I turned around and asked him if he was following me. He blushed and said in the most divinely Scottish accent that he was because he'd been trying to figure out the best way to meet me. I laughed and told him that all he had to do was say hi.

We began walking together, and found that we had a lot in common. By the time we reached the foot of King, I was really digging him. Up King street we went, chatting, and talking about this and that. As we crossed Germain, he offered his hand to help me step over an especially big puddle (not that it would have mattered because we were already soaked). Our hands touched for a moment longer, and blushing, we broke apart.

We walked in silence for a moment or two before entering the City Market. It looked different, much larger, and bustling with the strangest activity. We stopped at the store in the corner, and Merrick asked for a bottle of water. He threw the money to the guy working the counter, and he threw the bottle in return. It was sort of weird, toss-through kind of convenience store.

We joked a bit about it as we moved through the market, stopping to watch the acrobats. As we stood, Merrick shyly took my hand, and I smiled up at him. For a split second, time seemed to stand still, and he leaned in to give me a kiss.

I could have tossed my alarm clock out the window when I woke up.

2004-11-23T08:46:00.000-04:00

Moving Fast

The phone rings. It's Anthony. "We had to move today. I found a pretty nice apartment to do us until the end of the week."

"What?! Where?"

He gave me the address, and after work, I found my way there. It wasn't a bad apartment, but not nearly as nice as the one we will be moving into. I was about to ask Anthony the details of the move when the land lady showed up.

She was in her mid-thirties, with hair dyed so frequently it was roughly the color and texture of straw, and the kicker, in a mullet. Anthony shook her hand and thanked her for letting us move in so quickly.

"But we've found another apartment. We'll be moving in at the end of the week. We'll pay you well for this week, of course," Anthony told her. She looked so crestfallen I felt a little guilty.

"But the lady upstairs just died. I was going to offer you her apartment."

2004-11-16T09:17:00.000-04:00

Alice, Your Rabbit Hole's Got Nothing On This!

I had some of the strangest dreams ever last night.

In the first dream, Jay and I were hard at work. Our computers were side by side, Jay on my left, on a long table. We were seated on the top of a grassy knoll in a beautiful meadow. Kelly, our manager, our manager, was standing behind us, watching us work. "Good job guys!" she said cheerfully. Then she began grooming us, the way apes groom one another, picking through our hair. We didn't seem to think anything was wrong with it.

Then we discovered that she had been plotting with the other managers. I'm not sure what the plot was, but we all got really mad at her, and excused her of betrayal. We stormed down the hill to meet some of the other staff, and she was chasing after us yelling "It's not what you think!"

In the second dream, I was being chased through the streets of Saint John by the weasals in 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit'. I was on a luge, and they were following after me. I zoomed over the hill by CBC on Main Street, and they were close behind me, but in front of MacDonald's, I slowed down, and ended up going backwards. I cut on to Metcalf street, pulled a tight right at the bus stop, and entered the restaurant square, were Lansdowne Place actually is. I was heading for a restaurant called "Weasal Heaven", where I knew that the weasals would be too afraid to go. This restaurant served weasals, you see. So I was in the huge line at Weasal Heaven, trying to get further inside so that the weasals wouldn't be able to grab me.

The next thing I know, I'm in a side room where a girl had been decapitated. But she wasn't dead! In fact, she was crying that people wouldn't find her attractive anymore. Her friends, determined to help, banished everyone from the room. I went back to my place in line, and a after a few minutes, they appeared, the decapitated girl in tow. They'd tied her head in place with a handkerchief, and did her makeup. Except for an unusual pallor, she looked normal. Brian Barnett appeared as a drunk jock, declaring his love for the girl. Embarrassed, she turned away too fast and her head fell off. To prove that he didn't care, Brian pulled one of Cupid's arrows out of his pocket and screamed "I've been pierced by love for you!" before plunging the arrow through his neck. It didn't kill him though...

Crying with joy, the girl declared that she loved Brian as well. He picked up her head, and did a joyful muppet run out of the restaurant with her.

2004-11-15T08:48:00.000-04:00

The Truth About Bio-Terrorism

I dreamed last night that I was the lead molecular biologist of a lab in a big city. It was an odd combination of Halifax, Toronto, Saint John, and the cities of my imagination. We were in the midst of a war, a biological war. For whatever reason, my agency was allowed to carry weapons, and take out any threats.

Before you know it, we were holed up in an abandoned building, holding down the parimeter against terrorists. It turned out that we had a traitor in our midst, and I was the one sent after here. She dove out a window, and escaped down the fire escape. I went after her, guns blazing. I got her in the foot, which slowed her down, but she had enough friends that she made it to cover.

I went down the main stairwell, and made a break for it down a side street. I knew where they were going, and while they were covering the main route, I crept in around the back.

2004-11-12T08:44:00.000-04:00

A Mall Marriage

Dressed in green hospital pants and a hot pink shirt, I went with my mom to Brunswick Square. We went to the Instant Marriage kiosk, and I'm not sure if Mom was the witness or the stand-in, but I married Anthony by proxy. Afterwards, I was going up to everyone and saying things like "No, that's Mrs. Lisa Flower" and "I'll have to mention it to my husband." Weird.

2004-11-10T08:44:00.000-04:00

please

I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. I reached out to shake Anthony, but he was gone. I pulled off my sleep mask and sat upright in bed.

"Anthony?" I called out, peering out into the dark hallway. I got up, vaguely thinking about how it was time to dig out my slippers since the floor was so cold, and went out into the hallway. I looked into the kitchen and then turned.

There was a man standing by the door and he wasn't Anthony. Time seemed to stand still for a moment and I bolted back into the bedroom. I closed the door, turning the lock and stepping back. He stood looking in through the windows of the bedroom door for a moment before he turned. I could tell he was groping along the bookshelf for something to break the windows with and I sprang into action.

I raced into the office and grabbed the phone. I dialed 911, scarcely able to breathe as the sound of breaking glass came from behind me.

"911. What is your emergancy?" came an impersonal voice from the receiver.

"There's someone in my apartment!" I told her, eyes staring into the bedroom as the man's hand reached in and was fumbling for the lock on the bedroom door.

"Hello?"

"There is someone-"

"Hello? What is your emergancy?"

Then I remembered that the phone wasn't working. The receiver was broken and speaking into it was useless.

Tears sprung to my eyes and I turned to the backdoor. There was a pile of things in front of it from when Anthony had been cleaning a few days before. I dropped the phone and grabbed the first thing: the Pepsi cooler. I had just reached for the second when a hand grabbed my arm. I swung around and looked up into the man's dark eyes.

"Please." I managed to choke out. "Don't hurt me."

That's when I woke up.

2004-11-06T10:55:00.000-04:00

Breaking Up Requires Paperwork

I dreamed that Anthony and I were working together (in the dream, he did what Jay does). We were having lunch in the cafeteria, when he got this weird look on his face. He turned his head slightly and froze.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"How can I be okay when someone I care about just kissed another man?" I could feel my mouth drop open and I looked past him towards the table behind him and to the left a little. There was a very pretty woman we worked with sitting there, and she was very cozy with her companion.

"What?" I asked him slowly. "Are you saying that you are in love with that woman?" He didn't say anything, just looked miserable.

I got to my feet and threw what was left of my lunch at him. "You bastard!" I screamed at him, tears coming to my eyes. "How could you?"

"Lisa, I'm sorry. It just- It didn't mean anything at first."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better that you are a cheating bastard!"

I stormed out of the cafeteria and found myself in an office. Anthony was already sitting at the desk, and he didn't look at me. A tiny, wizened man stood behind the desk, looking at me. I could feel my eyes burning: I was exhausted, like I hadn't slept in days. I took the seat next to Anthony, but I refused to look at him.

"Okay, now that we are both here, I have the paperwork for you," the man said. He pulled out some forms and handed them to each of us. The first one read: Application of Approval of Break Up. There was also Dissolving of Co-Habitation Agreement, and Provincial Appeal to Become Single.

"What are all these?" I asked, as I began filling out the first form.

"Well, as you know, singles far outweigh happy couples, and we already exceed the maximum allowed singles in New Brunswick. You have to apply for approval to break up."

I never found out if we were approved or not, I woke up.

2004-11-05T16:35:00.000-04:00

In your face Julianne Moore!

I dreamed last night that I was in the midst of filming a movie, in the Lancaster Mall, with Julianne Moore. For whatever reason, there was a rivalry between us, and the first few weeks of production were horrible. Naturally the tabloids got wind of it, and we were being stalked by photographers trying to get pictures of us pulling each other's hair and such nonsense.

To deflect the stories, we began making a show of hanging out and spending time with one another. Before you know it, we began to actually like one another. I started a rumor that she threatened the life of my child (*shrug*), and then told her about it when I hopped into her small private plan, which she could fly. I told her that a reporter had asked for a quote.

So we went for a quick ride, until thunder clouds sent us back to the Lancaster Mall parking lot. "Let's make this good," she said, smiling at me. We walked through the reporters, smiling and acting like the best of friends. "We'll do some shopping; that'll show them it's a lie." We went to Zellers and Julianne bought an armload of poof sponges and toothpaste. That's when I woke up.

2004-11-01T08:51:00.000-04:00

The Dictator's Cash

I dreamed lots of weird dreams, and must have woke up at least a dozen times last night, but only one dream really stands out. I dreamed that I was sitting in an office with Stephen Tobias and I was telling him how I'd just inherited 100 million dollars from some evil dictator. Apparently I was one of his only blood relatives, and for whatever reason, he'd determined that giving the entire fortune to the young woman relative was the only option.

I was telling Stephen that while I had secretarial experience, I wasn't very good with finances. Why I would hire Stephen is beyond me... :-P Anyway, we were discussing what I would do with the money. I'd decided that I would take a yearly allowance of 1.2 million, and I would be a 'jet setter'. We discussed all the things that I would spend the money on: trips around the world, clothes, cars, houses. With each item I mentioned, I would have dream sequence of what it would be like.

I was actually a little disappointed to wake up...

2004-10-31T14:32:00.000-04:00

Making Out & Zombies

I dreamed last night that after the evening out, we all went back to my place because everyone needed a place to stay. Except it wasn't my current apartment, it was my mom's house. My bedroom at my mom's used to be down in the basement, and in my dream, we were all on the floor in 'nests'. I was laying next to a friend, whom I will call Ahmed for reasons which will become obvious, and we were chatting quietly while everyone slept peacefully. The next thing I know, Ahmed leans over and kisses me. At first I was surprised because I didn't think he thought of me that way, and until that moment, I hadn't realized how much I was attracted to him. We ended up making out for hours! In the morning, as everyone was leaving, we were trying to act like nothing happened, and my mom appears at the top of the stairs, and says in Anthony's voice "You're going to be late for doing that voice recording!" That's when I woke up. It's funny because I don't think of Ahmed' in that way at all, but he keeps popping up in my dreams. Weird... The subconcious is a strange thing.

As it was still dark out, I went back to sleep and again found myself in my mom's house. Just so you know, if there was ever a zombie attack, my mom's place would be the worst place to get stuck. It's a split entry, so there are all kinds of ground level windows and it would be really hard to bar the windows and the stairs so that zombies couldn't get us. In past dreams at my mom's, we've been successful in keeping the monsters out, but not this time. It seemed that nothing I did helped. We boarded up the windows, locked the doors and piled heavy objects in front of them, but they managed to get in. I woke up just before one was about to take a bite out of my arm. I can still feel the things teeth. *shudder*

2004-10-29T13:41:00.000-03:00

Waking Up Is Hard To Do

I dreamed that I was locked in a room. It was small with a small window up high. The window was broken, but I had no way to get to the window, and besides it was too small to get through anyway. It wasn't too small, however, for a hungry wolf to get in.

I started screaming for help as this wolf leaped to the floor and began eyeing me. My brother (who looked a lot like Jude Law) burst in to see what was going on only to have the wolf attack him and proceed to maul him to death.

I woke up screaming, Anthony shaking me. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" I began telling him about the dream when our roommate (who also looked like Jude Law) knocked on the door. "Is everything alright?" he called, sounding nervous. I assured Anthony I was fine, and got up, sure I wouldn't be able to sleep. I went into the hall (the apartment looked like my parent's house) and reassured Jude and told him about the dream. He hugged me, and then the alarm went off.

Thinking about how bizarre the dream was, I got up and started getting ready for work. I was showered, dressed, Halloween stuff packed, and was just about to start blow drying my hair when I heard a loud beeping.

I turned around, and woke up in bed.

Restaurants and Nazi's

2004-10-22T08:57:00.000-03:00

Restaurants & Nazi's

A good chunk of last night's dream is fuzzy. I remember it had Tarantino-esque editing, and the first part took place in a restaurant. The dream begins to get clearer around the time I got stabbed in the leg with a short sword.

After this incident, I organized a anti-terrorist group to rescue wounded civilians in the clutches of Nazi's. There was a diner across the way from where the captives were being held, so we arranged to meet there. There was a good turn out of people to help, so we began preparing our first mission.

Finally, we'd arranged that I would lead the team of military medics to rescue people. We snuck out through the back of the diner, and moved quickly towards our goal. There were a few Nazi's patrolling the area, so we took cover. It was me, Tammy Boyer, and three tall, male medics.

When the moment was right, Tammy and I broke the necks of the two Nazi solider's closet to us, and prepeared to move in.

It gets blurry again here, despite my best efforts to keep the memory fresh.

Renovations

2004-10-21T08:45:00.000-03:00

Renovations

Last night I dreamed that I was coming home from work when I saw my upstairs neighbour. (Not really anyone who actually lives in my building, but he kind of looked like a grown up version of the kid who played Marco in "School of Rock".) We were chatting about this and that. I asked how he liked the new apartment and he said 'So far so good. You?"

"I love our apartment, but we have to move."

"Really? That's too bad."

We went into our respective doors. "Yes, I'm pretty disappointed." It was then that we realized we could still see each other. The wall had been knocked down seperating our hall and the stairs. "What the..."

I looked around. Clearly our landlord had spent the day doing renovations! The wall had been knocked down, all of the floors had been sanded and refinished, and the aroma of fresh paint was in the air. Our formerly yellow hall was now white!

"What's going on?" asked Marco. Just then, the dark haired girl who lives upstairs appeared.

"We're all getting evicted," she said angrily. "Apparently Dominic's sister in law wants to turn this part of building back into a single family home. I heard she's bringing her best friend from Germany back to Canada with her."

"And her husband!" I put in, shaking my head. "I wonder if I can hang up a tarp so that you all aren't marching through my apartment all the time. Well, see you later."

I entered the livingroom to discover Treezilla 1 and 2 standing in the livingroom. They were all brown and had decorations still on them. As though this were a normal occurance, I shook my head and started taking the ornaments off them. "I guess I'll have to really start apartment hunting now..." I thought.

There was a bit more after that, but it's fuzzy.

The Funeral

2004-10-20T17:00:00.000-03:00

The Funeral

This dream started out simply enough. I was in a white dress standing on the landing of my home. At least, I thought it was my home. There was a wheelchair ramp and stairs. The wheelchair ramp was circular, and for some reason, really hot. My husband, some blond man I've never seen before, would hop up and down on the hot spot with a pillow in his hands until the pillow caught fire from the sparks.

People began arriving in the big long hall before the ramp. There were dozens and dozens of people. Some were friends, some celebrities, and some were strangers. They were all dressed in dark colors but nobody looked particularly upset. In fact, I thought there was some sort of party going on.

I walked up and down the hall, greeting people. Finally, I headed up the stairs and into the building. The first room was huge. It was white marble and there were large columns. I could hear music. I moved towards the music and discovered a large auditorium where "Great Big Sea" was playing. There was a crowd of cheering fans. I didn't think this was strange, and kept on moving.

I entered the chapel. It was then I realized that it was a funeral. The room was large and about half full. The casket at the front held my sister, but not as she looks now, as she did before her accident at age 13. A young woman whom I didn't recognize was speaking about Krista, but I could scarcely hear what she was saying because the large, ugly dark haired woman was talking loudly and saying some unpleasant things about the service.

"Who cares?" she asked her companion, loudly.

"I care!" I screamed at her, lunging towards her. My mom and my cousin Melissa appeared out of no where, and pulled me away. "Get out of here! That's my sister you horrible bitch! Get out of here!" I never did see if the woman left because we were at a new part of the service. In the dream, we had a tradition that we would change the deceased from the casual clothes of the service to the 'nice' clothes they would be buried in. Me and Melissa had been chosen to do this.

Carefully, we began to change Krista into a black dress. As we did this, a smile began to form on my sister's lips. I thought I was just seeing things, but it didn't go away, no matter how much I blinked or rubbed my eyes. Just as we finished dressing her, Krista opened her eyes, smiling this sweet, innocent smile. "It's okay," she said softly. "I love you."

I called for my mom, and she rushed over just in time to see Krista close her eyes.

It was then that I woke up, tears pouring down my face. Strangely, it wasn't the fact that I'd dreamed that my sister was dead that had me sobbing. It was the way Krista was smiling at me. She used to smile like that all the time when she was a little girl, and it's a smile I haven't seen since her accident. I was sobbing for a memory.

Dream Journal

2004-10-20T16:56:00.000-03:00

Dream Journal

My sister was in a terrible accident when she was 13. I was 18 at the time. Ever since, I've been plagued by dreams. Some are just plain strange and others are terrifying. I've woken up laughing. I've woken up screaming. I thought it may be a good idea to start keeping a dream journal.