I was in a kitchen - the kind that's open concept with a dining room or breakfast nook attached.  There's a patio door beside the "nook".  I am with my Mother and my sister.  My mother is standing with her back against the wall that the patio door is on, working away on the kitchen island - cutting veggies.  I look out the patio door.. and suddenly what looks like nuclear bombs are going off in the distance. It's hard to gauge how far but they look huge.  I know somehow this is not bombs, or tornadoes.  It's like clouds being expelled from the ground up, with rolls of black cloud expelling outwards.  It's like a volcano I realize, and I also realize we need to get to the basement because it's going to hit us.

I yell to my mother to come to the basement, but like an oblivious zombie she cuts veggies.  She does not hear me.  My sister and I head for the basement, just as a roll of cloud and mud hit the wall and I watch my mother crumble like a blown leaf over the kitchen island.  My sister and I are somehow not alone in the basement, others have joined us.  They look like construction workers, they all wear hard hats and have protective gear on.  I wonder if my sister and I should  hide in the crawl space to be further protected. I also wonder if we are going to be buried alive, beneath a mound of mud.

That is all I can remember of the dream.

I had a violent tornado dream.
I was in a highrise with my ex-boyfriend (now friend).  We were very  high up, in a city, in a downtown core. I want to say it was a condo complex in Toronto or something similar.  There were glass walls on two sides of the unit as we were on the corner.  I looked out one side - there was a similar condo just across the way.  I looked to the right and saw a storm moving in - but the clouds were swirling.  There were dark clouds even more to the right.. I couldn't tell if it was rain coming down or if cloud was coming down the air was so thick.  I ran to the other side of the condo where the glass was, but the cloud seemed to elude me as to what it was doing.  I ran back to the original side, and with horror suddenly saw a massive twister heading straight for our building.  Anthony was in the middle of the room, in a bed, sleeping.  I screamed at him to wake up - I was going into the bathroom, where there were no windows, to dive into the bathtub for protection.  He would not wake.  I screamed and screamed but he did not budge.  I had no time to grab him so I dived into the tub to save myself.  Glass and debris began to fly around me - but the whole thing happened very quickly.  It seemed as though as soon as it started it was over.  I had been spared in the tub.

I went out of the bathroom.. the glass was gone, all blown out.  I called out for Anthony.  He was still in the middle of the room, but the sheets were gone, and instead he was screaming, trying to sit up, with glass embedded in his body all over.  He had pulled two large pieces from his chest, large gashes were left behind.  I told him not to move and tried to apply tourniquets to his body where the cuts were very bad. 

I saw the condo across the street was blown out and damaged as well.  I knew, that no help could come but by chopper, as the structure of the building was unsound and we could not go.  I thought that I was stuck there for a while, waiting, and that Anthony could very well die. 

And then my alarm went off. 

I dreamt that I had discovered a secret world above our own, well actually, that surrounds our own.  There were people who shaped our realities around us. For every acre on the planet there was one person who shaped that acre - into the reality we all see around us.  Below the reality we see, was a dead planet - much like Mars - and these creatures let us survive on this planet thinking it was still alive.  So, I saw these people.. aliens really - shaping every acre of reality. And then there was a hierarchy - each acre alien reported to an alien who looked over every city - and every city alien reported to a country alien, and every country alien reported to a head world alien.  I think they did this with many worlds.

There was also some notion of them doing this to try to bring life BACK to our world - and integrate us into a living planet.  Of course we are sort of screwing that notion up with all the pollution - and they were trying to throw us hints of this by sending massive hurricanes or tornadoes or weather changes our way.  

There was more too it but it was all quite complicated and in my waking world I'm having troubles remembering it all.  If I were a book or script writer I would take that idea and go with it however!  Hmm.. maybe I will...  

Dream Snippit 2:
I receive a cell phone call from my ex-hubby, Neal.  He says, that he will be in a block of ice on the street corner and will I come get him.  I thought he was utterly kidding around (who would do that?) and ignored him, and went out with my boyfriend Anthony.  A night passed, and in the morning Anthony and I were walking along some city street... when up ahead I see a head, sticking up from a block of ice. With horror I realize this is Neal, and I run towards him.  He has been stuck in the ice block all night long.. he face is starting to turn blue.  I yell at Anthony (who has strayed away) to call 911.  He is fairly blase about the matter, as are the many people who have passed by him without notice.  I asked Neal, why are you in this ice? Didn't you ask anyone for help?  He said... no.. no I didn't.  I asked why he did it.. as I tryed to chip at the ice and pull it away from him.. but he was confused and almost frozen, and couldn't really answer.  I remember rubbing my hands on  his head and face and trying to warm him..
and then I woke up.

Whatever the reason, I have resurrected the journal, and am hoping to post dreams soon.  Indeed, the dream life is active once again, something I can thank my new job, location of living, and new friends for greatly.

I've been asked before why I like dreams or record them.. to me, it is a recording of what my inner, unknown self is thinking and feeling, and a strange symbolic story that unfolds my state of mind and life at any given time.  They are footprints along the path of my life as much as any real world journal entry would be, and I value my dreams greatly.

And if nothing else, they make a great story. 

I was in my bed, my bed as it is in real life. I sat up... and at the corner of my bed was a large owl.  Sitting there, perfect.  For some reason in the dream I knew this owl.. and said hello.  And then I asked it.. (as it blinked in it's eerie owl way), if it spoke human english, if it talked.  It blinked again... and said "who who who"... like owl's do.  I said.. "oh c'mon... I'm sure you talk"... and I was very jovial and happy saying this.  Suddenly, in a slightly mexican accent, the owl said "Ello".  I was astounded and instead of being freaked out I got really happy.  "You CAN Talk!".. to which the owl replied "why yes of course, all of us can talk, even your cats can talk.".  I saw Millie (my little tortieshell) playing on the floor.... "can  you talk Millie?" I asked.  She just responded with a "Meow?".  The owl then jumped off the bed and hopped over to where Millie was, and seemed to whisper in her ear.  "Hello!" she said...as she continued to play with her own feet.  Suddenly Nigel, my other cat, jumped on the bed and said "yes, I too, can talk".. in a much more sober voice.

That is the only clear snippit I remember, there was something else about going outside, and seeing a couple horses, a mare and her colt... and she was talking human to the colt... "Stooooppp.. gettt backkk heerreee"... while pulling on his tail.  I believe at some point the dream broke out into a musical number, and I awoke with my dreamself singing something along the lines of "I am not alone.. I am not alone".....

And that is all I can remember of the dream.   

I was in a large city.. with a tower (like the CN tower) and round skyscrapers/condos around me.  There was also a large superstore/Walmart type thing... I looked towards the tower and saw it being ripped apart by a massive, slow moving tornado.  Me and some other people.. a woman I used to work with was there.. ran towards the walmart type of place.. we ran towards the back and down some stairs, thinking we could get to the basement.  We thought we were there, but thru the basement window we could see the approaching tornado, and we could feel the foundations around us start to shake and spin.  The other female of the group saw a hole in the floor.. and poked her finger through it.. "it's hollow down there!" she exclaimed, and we realized there was a sub basement we needed to get to.  So we clawed and stomped and ripped a hole in the floor, and jumped down into the cement basement.  There was a bedroom we jumped into, and I remember clinging to the bed... 

we felt the place shudder and shake and we hoped not too much of the floor above would be taken.. so we would be safe.. and we managed to be okay.  When the storm left us, we slowly crawled out, and discovered everything had been laid to waste.  The towers were round skeletons, glass lay everywhere.  I looked at the sky, and small round pockets formed and  unformed.. like small tornados wanted to start, but they didn't.. and instead the sky cleared.

That is all I can remember. 

For some reason, I was about to eat some sort of oriental dish... in a big bowl. There were sprouts, and seafood, and noodles... and two supposedly cooked millipedes.  Only, One of them, wasn't quite dead, and started to squirm.  I screamed... yelling for my father to get the thing out of my dish. I exclaimed something to the effect that although it had been frozen and grilled it had the nerve to still be alive.  He took out the squirming millipede (in my dream it was about six inches long and about an inch wide, not including it's many horridly long legs). He began to put it down the sink... not washing it down, but giving it a place to live.  I said.. "it will only come back out of the sink".. he didn't think it would.  I knew it would, and as soon as he walked away from the sink (after I watched him carefully move the insect down the drain), I walked to the sink, and saw it slowly make it's way out of the drain.  I was terrified of it... but I wanted desperatly to kill it.  So, I grabbed some tongs and grabbed it... the tongs where long... and I held it away from me.  I walked out side and dug a hole in dirt.. thinking I would bury the millipede.. not sure if it could crawl thru packed dirt or not....

there was a waking thought of putting it back down the drain and pouring drano over it and letting it chemicly fry..

all in all, I sincerely did not want the millipede to live!

Truthfully, in real life... It would be the same way, although I would not have tried to EAT one! 

Dream 1:  I looked down at my tummy.  I was pushing the fat around... molding it.  I molded it to a ball.. then twisted the ball.. so it was like I was twisting it off my stomach.  I was getting rid of something.. not just fat, but a tumor, or a growth.  The ball changed shape, from a straight ball, to something that was shaped like a flat roll or danish, with rolls of dough around a center.. I eventually twisted to the point there was a small line connecting me and this danish shaped tumor.. so that I could just pull, and "POP!".. the weird ball came off my stomach. 

Dream 2: I was walking along.. minding my own business. I may have been at a psychic fair, or a renaissance (can't spell!) fair... but a woman sitting on the side of a path suddenly flagged me down and called me over.  She said.. "you listen here, you have to see a doctor..." I said "why?".. and she pointed a drawing, a drawing that looked my stomach... there were two small tumors at the bottom of the stomach... she said "you have tumors here, you need them removed".. I did not take her seriously... she took my hand and said "what can I do to make you believe me? what can I do to help you?"... and I could see the worry and concern in her eyes... that is when I woke up.

So, should I go to the doctor?  

Myself and someone who looked an awful lot like Leonardo DiCaprio were walking along Spadina Ave... towards the Gardiner Expressway.  We were parked somewhere around there.  We saw a UFO flying towards us... thinking at first it was a plane, but then it got closer and closer, and soon hovered right above us.  It looked like a white ball, with an inverted plate stuck to the bottom, with 3 large claw type things jutting out from there, exposing lights on the belly of the UFO that we could see.  Suddenly we saw hundreds of them in the sky.. they were flying downward, and scooping up people or cars, hurting and killing people.  We knew we had to get to the car... but instead of making it a friend of my Leo lookalike pulled up in his purple Sunfire.. and we got in.

For some reason the dreams skips... and we are walking along a very well groomed, wide, forested path.  Aliens, who look sort of like humans but with odd eyes and wings... fly from above, trying to grab us. We run down the path until we come to a crossroads.  There there is a sign... two arrows point one way, and one arrow the other. The two arrows say "virgins this way, or people who like us", and the other says "for people who don't care".  So, since we don't like the aliens, we take the single arrow road.  We come to a clearing... somehow I know people are being taken, and either killed or made into slaves.  A female alien walks up to us.. she sees me and looks odd... then notices my tattoo on my arm... she gasps.. and says.. "You're The... " but before I know what I am I pass out.  While being passed out I see the world differently, all in whites.. like the sky had been inverted from dark to white... with white stars flying towards me..it was almost like a fugue state within the dream.  I snap out of it.. and my Leo friend is not with me anymore. I ask the alien where he is and she points to a tent in the field. I walk to  it, go inside, and on a bed.. Leo laid.. now dressed like Raggedy Andy... I know his mind had been wiped out by the aliens to become a slave... he is still lying on the bed.. I go to be beside him and he says.. "would you like some chicken?"... I shake him.. and he says.. "would you like some pie?"... I start to cry, and for one brief second I see life in his eyes and he says.. "in 15 years I might have my mind back".. and then he again goes back to being mindless.. and I know what he was is gone forever. I hold him, and cry and cry..

and wake up.