Another Wierd Dream

So last night I dreamed that I was some kind of freaky super hero unlike the one's in which we are used to. No Superman, Wonderwoman, Spiderman stuff, more really really weird. I was like a micro-organism; I could see everything in true scale to life, but was living as some kind of micro superhero (along with all of the others). My powers were psychic and the ability to to fly, as well as being able to switch from human form to microscopic form. My mission was to destroy the ones who were sent out to destroy me. The geographics were contained to one planet. The bad guys had certain powers beyond what I was trained for, however, I found their weakness: an electronic field surrounding the perimeter of their world. There were like four others on my team as well, and we would radio each other our positions and report any enemies in which we took out. What it came down to was that we had to figure out a way to temporarily shut off the energy field so that we could fly out of it while luring the enemy into this non-electro field because that was the only thing that would kill them. One of our team member's powers was being able to do wonders with electronics, and he was able to shut down a partial electro field allowing me to escape. But one of their bad guys was able to get through it as well. So there we were, fighting like both ninjas and knights in an electric field outside of the atmosphere.

SO SO SO weird. And there's a lot more to add, but I'm kind of getting creeped out just getting this far!

Why I gotta have these far out and freaky dreams!?

Memories Part IV

So yeah, sister passed out cold once we got her butt in the cab. I rode in the sleeper (but I didn't pass out). Once we arrived at our stop, friendly Mr. Truck Driver pulled over to let us off, but my sister would not wake up or come to or whatever. Mr. Truck Driver Guy was beginning to panic for some reason and told me to do what the f%&^# ever it was that I had to do to get her moving. So I first (very) gently slapped her face while yelling out her name like super loud. Nothing. Trucker guy is becoming more agitated so I slap her face harder while still yelling out her name. Still nothing. Finally, Mr. Trucker Dude is ready to just throw her out and I totally remember looking at him with my hand raised as high as my arm would reach to smack her as hard as I possibly could, and I kid you not, on the down-swing she suddenly opened her eyes. I will never forget that moment.......I felt so bad in having to do it and I really really did not want to, but the guy was all antsy and getting really stressed out. She came to and we disembarked the big rig pulling three trailers and everyone was happy (except my sister). Once back in Hell.....uhumm....I mean Utah, I think we snuck into our friend's house for a few days before we got caught by our friend's parents. I do remember turning ourselves in and being detained for quite a few hours in some stinky 4X8 room with 2 school desks chained to the floor. I also remember acting like I was claustrophobic and throwing a major fit (I jumped up on the desks and started popping out the tiles in the dropped ceiling). So my Mom finally arrived with her hubby and after some lengthy questions, we were released back into their custody. It took some time to convince them (the po-po) that we had no intentions of shooting any officers of any kind. One would assume that we were home safe and sound. However, it was home which repelled us in the first place. The end.

Memories Part III

Okay, so I probably had to let the memories fully sink in before my brain would let me remember the rest. And indeed I do now. So we stayed at another friend's house for a few days more until the head of household (my friend Suzi's boyfriend's older brother) found out we were wanted so we had to leave. The only thing we could decide on was to head back to Utah and try to explain the situation the best we could. In other words, we decided to face the music and take our lashings. Unlike our first return trip back to Utah, this time we had to hitch a ride back. I remember walking North on I-80 from exit to exit (like three I think), and finding a hippy guy about our age trying to hitch a ride in the same direction. Of course, me being me wanting to help everyone, I thought we would better his chances at getting a ride if we hooked up with him (no Tom, it wasn't sex; get your mind out of the gutter). So yes, it was not long before we got a ride (all three of us) but our ride was only going as far as Reno, NV. It was snowing like crazy, probably registered about 15 degrees farenheight, and our ride dropped us off in downtown Reno. Since it had been almost 24 hours that we had eaten, my sister and I decided that we would panhandle for change and get some eats. The guy we picked up had tried talking me into giving him my gun (ha ha ha) before we were dropped off and then he wanted to panhandle on the same corner as us. We said thanks but no (he seemed really leechy and stupid). We (my sister and I) were in front of Harrahs and he (the doofus) was catty corner from us in front of some other big named casino. Mostly we asked taxi cabs for change cuz they seemed to give us all of their change which was usually around three bucks. Times three that was enough to get us a breakfast sandwich each and have some left for emergencies. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we soon learned how to take a casino bath (or nice public restroom shower). Just use the warm water and hand soap to wash up (even hair, but you gotta have a comb or brush for that one), and the heated hand dryer can be manipulated in many directions; just like blow drying my hair at home! Back to the panhandling thing. So a Paddy Wagon pulls up and totally arrests this guy that we were hitch-hiking with. Thank God we were not with him and decided that he should not be with us! Se la vi! Cum si cum sa! That's what he got for being a know-it-all and for trying to talk me out of my gun! And it was me who wanted to help him......hmmmm. So after that, me and my sis went and stuffed ourselves at Micky Dees and resumed our thumbing abilities at the nearest onramp to I-80 East. Our first offer was two guys our age in a Stingray (older Corvette). They were not going any significant distance towards our destination, but hey, they were cute and driving a corvette! So we climbed in (or rather lowered ourselves in) and ended up going to a mesa which overlooked the entire city of Reno and drinking a few bottles of wine. I had told them (after we had driven a bit) that I had a gun, and we all agreed since we were drinking and driving that I should stash it under the passenger's seat. I did. I think we went and ate at like BK or some sort of fast food chain after we drank the vino, and I remember asking them to drop us off at any Interstate 80 onramp. I absolutely recall that when they dropped us off, suddenly they could not find my gun under the passenger's seat! I totally called bullshit and physically jumped (dove) into the passenger's front seat and started digging around under the seat. Of course I found my gun. It was kinda like (really like) nice try guys; better luck next time! So there we were, trying to hitch a ride back to Utah on an onramp in the midst of Reno, Nevada. And it was freekin cold! I would guesstimate that it took only about fifteen minutes for someone to stop. However, this someone was a trucker hauling three trailers, and apparently when one (trucker) is hauling more than one trailer, it is (at that time) highly illegal to both pull over on an onramp or exit off of any major highway and illegal for any truckers (apparently from his company) to pick up hitch-hikers. Being that both me and my sister were quite tanked, I tried to boost her up into the cab first. There are these handles on semi's that help a person step up into the cab. However, I think my sister , at the time, thought it was some kind of gymnastics and/or circus bar. While she managed to get her foot on the step and grab hold of the handle (with the help of my head under her butt), I think she actually believed that she was a part of said circus because she started swinging back and forth from the hand bar (rail, whatever,....hand thingy works too) while yelling out nonsensical things (words meaning to be phrases I think). So meanwhile the driver is getting pretty pissed off cuz he is sacrificing his license to pick us up and yells at me to get her under control and into the cab.

Memories; Part 3

So this perve dropped us off at a truck stop in the middle of nowheresville Nevada. There was a gas station (with showers), a souvineer shop, and a diner. Being that we had the twenty bucks from the very nice lady a Dennys, I decided to buy some Dexatrim cuz I heard it made you get wired. I took the Dexi and we sat in the diner drinking coffee in between hitching for a ride out of this hel-lwhole. We got harrassed by one officer and I told him that I was eighteen. He asked for my I.D. and I said that I had never learned to drive, so I did not bother to get an I.D. (or driver's license). Then I got sick, sick, sick! I could not stop throwing up (think it was the Dexatrim). So that kinda screwed up us hitching a ride on the interstate (80). Rather, we went underneath an overpass, to the top where there is a little pocket that keeps out the wind and some of the noise, so I could try and sleep it off. However, I was sooooo wired out of my mind (and still sicky) I could not sleep. I think that we were stuck there for like 16 hours before we finally got a lift. And lift is putting it lightly! The truck driver totally lo0ked like Klinger, except he wasn't cross-dressing. Anyways, things went pretty smooth until we got to Donner's Pass. On the downgrade he starts getting really crazy while insanely speeding and kept saying " betcha think I'm going too fast huh, well I'm not....but maybe I am......or maybe I'm not" and "look how I'm taking these corners, are you scared yet? Do you want me to pull over (HARDY SCARY LAUGH)" and "Do you think we'll make this corner? " He even said he felt crazy when he drove through the Sierras and wondered which turn would be his demise. Well, we made it to Sacramento and he dropped us off right at Madison and I-80......PERFECT!! We never felt so gratefull to be on solid ground (and it was raining). Honestly, I do not remember everywhere we stayed (ummmmm......couches we crashed on). I do remember having an emotional breakdown and did not understand it at the time. All I knew was that I could not stop crying (more like sobbing) for like 6 or 7 hours and my friends mom and older sister were totally freaking out cuz I couldn't stop sobbing enough to try to explain. And looking back, I don't think I would have been able to explain it. I did not understand crying and emotions; I was tough. I took care of everyone and everythig all of the time! I attributed this breakdown to taking the Dexetrim and nothing else. We were asked to leave (of course) and found some refuge with my long time friend Suzi. It was there that we had discovered that there was an All Points Bulletin out on us in Utah because the girl that was in the room (the county detention place) with us when we were planning our escape told the authorities that we were going to shoot every police officer we saw; and that she heard every word of it! Oh yeah, we were armed and dangerous too (she knew we had a gun and totally embellished our plan.........Biiaatch). We realized we were desperately stuck and had limited places to go for shelter.

Memories; Part 2

Yes, our best friend came and got us and snuck us into her bedroom for the night. Her mom actually found out in the morning but chose to take no part in it. We left her house and decided to go to Denny's (after begging for money outside of Shari's Restaurant), because we thought we could sit awhile and enjoy free coffee refills while making a plan on what to do next. I guess we were a bit obvious as run-aways because a lady approached us and asked if she could buy us a meal and sit down and talk with us. Of course we agreed (we were starving), and she turned out to be very polite and nice and really did not lecture us; she was merely concerned. Then this guy approached us (he said he overheard our conversation with the lady) and wanted to help us out as well. However, I was totally leary, but after talking a bit he seemed pretty up and up. This conversation ended up that he was willing to give us ammunition for the gun, and said he'd leave it in his mailbox for us (and of course he gave us his address). With full bellies (oh yeah, the lady who paid for our food also gave ustwenty bucks) we walked to the ammunition guy's house (it was like 4:30 in the morning). Once we found his house, we walked up onto the porch and sure enough found like 200 rounds of .22 caliber ammunition in the mailbox, just like he said! There was no pervey icky (which was what I was afraid of), in fact, we never saw him again! After I loaded the gun (yes, I left the first cylinder empty) we headed for I-80 to hitch hike back to California. We did happen to find a ride with a trucker almost immediately. (Did I mention that there was an APB out on us for armed an dangerous?) (Oh yeah, we found that out later). So this trucker guy picks us up, and as we pass Wendover, NV, my sister totally passes out in his sleeper and he starts telling me how much he wants to do things to me and describes these things in detail. I had my purse (containing the gun) to my right and was furiously and madly trying to get it out of its holster (yes, I had it in a holster.....dumb move) without alerting Mr. Perve Trucker as to what I was doing. I think he figured it out though cuz he turned on the interior cab lights and looked directly at my hand in the purse. He said something like, "are you cold?". Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that right before my sister passed out, the cab reeked with a smell of rotten eggs and this trucker dude kept doing some kind of inhaler thing. I always figured it was some kind of gas, and the reason I was not infected was because I rolled down the window and held my breath as much as possible. Regardless of all of this, once I had the gun free, I cocked it and asked to be let off at the next stop. I was absolute in that if he refused, I would shoot him in his overzealous private area. However, he did indeed let us out at a truckstop (which I had really thought was a city or at best a town). Although a big part of me had hoped to shoot the pervert, another part of me was thankful that it did not go there. Okay, this has been enough on my emotions, once again. It seems that here will be a part 3 to this saga. Tune in tomorrow when scary turns into concerned (LOL). Love you guys and goodnight!

Memories

Yeah, so no weird dreams lately; but I've found myself thinking a lot about my childhood during this void of weirdness while R.E.M. ing (or reming). One such crazy memory is when my sister and I were caught as runaways across state lines and were shipped back to the state of Utah because that is where our parents lived. However, instead of returning home, we were admitted into a youth holding facility. Anyways, after a few days being locked up in there, I came up with a plan to escape (with all of our personal belongings). I discussed my plan with my sister in our bedroom which was shared with a few other girls; one of them was there while we talked about our escape plan. And this is really where the trouble began. Somehow, the facility had never discovered the .22 caliber gun in my purse (don't have any idea as to why), and kept this purse as well as all of our other belongings in a lockup room. I had made up my mind that if we (my sister and I) made an excuse to get to our belongings that we would grab our stuff and run like hell out the front door. However, unfortunately, I made a comment that I should hold the staff at gunpoint and release everyone in this facility. Keeping that statement in mind, we actually did proceed to follow through with our escape plan. We (I) asked the staff if I could have access to my belongings so that I may retrieve some change from my purse so that I may but a soda out of the machine. And yes, I was allowed to do so and hence our escape with all of our belongings. Within minutes there were police everywhere, and we had to decide whether to walk the overpass or bypass it and cross the railroad tracks below. We chose the latter. So while we were walking through all of the overgrowth and crossing the tracks, we encountered a couple (two) of vagrants. Of course I pulled out my little .22 Rugger just to be sure; but they proved to be safe and uninterested in us. Once we crossed the tracks, we came upon a mini mall and a squad car with its search lights on supposedly looking for us. I told my sister to just act normal and walk like we are simply taking a stroll (they (the po-po) were seriously like twenty feet from us). And holy shit if it didn't work!? They were so focused on the grassy areas under the bridge that they did not even think about watching the business complex. After we escaped this, we waked to the nearest neighborhood and approached a house to use their phone (to call our friend to come pick us up). The first house we encountered, I kid you not, did not speak English (my guess is Japanese) and unplugged their phone and set it on the porch, as if it were a gift. So we knocked on another door, and thankfully they were English speaking! I gave them a story that we were on our way home and saw a car with two men in it that kept following us; I was scared and wanted to call my parents. They let me use their phone, and I did not call my parents but called my best friend who could give us not only the update of our escape, but come rescue us and give us a haven for the night. We did indeed get to sleep in a safe place that night; however, we were back on the streets the next day. (this story is to be continued in my next blog. It entails too many details and I am feeling overwhelmed with emotions).

Really Far out Dream

K....this is sooooo sci-fi! I dreamed that I was living in a bio dome in space with my Mom and about 100 other people. It was actually pretty cool; there were parks, shopping malls, schools, private quarters, etc. Anyways, about two years in to this type of living, I had discovered that four of our (bio domes) sort of prominent leaders (go-to people) were actually aliens impersonating humans. After some intensive investigating, I had come to discover that they were put there in order to lead us to their mother ship from another galaxy when we neared it. Apparently, it took us two years to arrive there. So when we did, I had only managed to alert just a few people who resided in the lower quarters. The rest of the humans were commanded to the evacuation quarters under the false pretense of breach in the bio dome's shell. I don't remember much after this; I know I saved my Mom and remember trying to get a two-way radio (that I had stolen from the aliens) to work (but it was from their technology). The last thing I remember saying was the emergency code (to earth) into the radio over and over and over then I woke up

! Weird!

Raising Step Children

So I have been with my guy for just over three years; his daughter is now7 and suffers from many psychological problems. Her Mother has never allowed her to sleep by herself; she has never experienced her own room. She has also been the recipient of always winning games from her peers and role models alike. Now that me and my boyfriend have our own place, she stays with us for 2 to 3 days a week. Don't get me wrong, I love her dearly, and I think that this is why we are having problems. I have been telling my guy that he should get his daughter into counseling ASAP, mostly because of the lack of stability and uniformity between him and his ex. Not to mention the different cultures (she (Mom) is Korean and Dad is pure white American. Her (daughter) lying has become more and more predominant and today she stole $120 out of my purse...at seven years old! He (my boyfriend) did not tell me until after he dropped his daughter off with her Mom; and of course I became upset and actually refrained from the old I told you so type of response. Well, his confession and my reaction have led to one of the worst arguments in which we have ever had. He walked off (of course), and I am here feeling very hurt, confused, and angry! I did not yell nor even raise my voice! I hate this feeling and my first instinct is always to run, move out, or whatever! ARRRRGHHHH!!!!!!!

Clean up on Aisle 2?

So if you have read my previous blogs, you may have noticed that I talk about farts. They were really funny when I was two and are still hilarious at 43! Okay, so this is a totally true story; and although it happened almost 12 years ago, I still cringe at the memory. I am (and have been for my entire life) a flatulent person. Being a girl makes it all that much more embarrassing, especially as a teenager! During those ever so tender years, I used to hold it until I could find a reason to place myself very far away from people to let 'em rip (I would never do it in the bathroom because I was absolutely sure everyone would here, even with the water running). This would cause me to experience immense abdomen pain, so I just decided to come out of the closet and make it a joke, ie: pull my finger, can you name this tune, pinching and releasing my cheeks to create an aria, etc. Well, this habit stayed with me well into my adult years as it had proven to be a win-win thing; I no longer had to suffer from abdominal pains and realized that those who thought farting was unacceptable really weren't the type of people I wanted to befriend anyways. Okay, back to the ever so true and humiliating story. I was living with my boyfriend in a three bedroom house with three other (all male) roomies. I had just gotten out of the shower, and being that my room was the first door next to the bathroom, I jetted to it with just a towel around me. My boyfriend happened to be in the room, and I had felt a big one coming on. That being said, when it was time to release, I hiked up my leg (totally buck naked) and said to him, "This is how much I love you." Expecting pure, raunchy gas, I suddenly and unexpectedly launched a big old turd on the carpet! Yes ladies and gentlemen, the kids never made it to the pool, but rather decided to take a free fall onto a shag rug. Yes, my friends, I took a dump on the carpet in front of my lovely Beau. How horrifically horrid those next few seconds were for me! Of course he was nearly unconscious from laughing and I merely jumped onto the bed and hid under the covers. The only thing I recall is yelling "don't look at it" over and over again! And yes, of course all of the other roommates had heard about it as well!

More Weird Dreams

So in this one I kept shifting from my current self to a young girl about the age of nine (not me at a younger age). As me, I kept losing my purse in public places, ie: McDonalds, Casinos, and restaurantss. Each time I would panic but recover it. However, one time I left it at a medical clinic and after a lengthy and stressfull search, was able to recover my purse, but it was looted; completely empty and just a shell. then (this is where it gets weird) I turned back into the young girl and figured out who stole the purse. It was an intern at the medical clinic who was turning in a patient's chart when I was at the counter. She had acquired my phone number when I had taken an incoming call, and gave it to her accomplice s that he could call me to distract me while she took my purse. Any-who, I became me again and helped her track down the girl (thief). Once we caught up with her, I once again became the young girl and confronted her in some kind of public bathoom. While the purse snatcher denied everything I (as the young girl) somehow ripped out a vertical support beam and stuck it through her chin and continued to shove it through her skull, all the while screaming at her to just give me back my stuff. Also, somewhere in the dream I (as the young girl) had encountered a family in a park and had suspected the children (2) to have some knowledge regarding the theft of my purse. I slashed their faces to make them tell me, but all they did was scream and cry, so I ran away. In the end, I became me again and worked on counseling the young girl (who I spontaniously became) because she did not want to acknowledge what she had done. Hmmmm.

Another FreakyDream (ya think?) and notes about farts

So yes, another weird dream...but this one was about my foster sister and her fiance trying to kill her. From what I remember, she was dressed in a very simple wedding gown (and looking very beautiful) and came to me for protection. I had a couple of friends come over and armed them with guns on the night he threatened to complete this murderous task. When he approached my friends and I created a diversion so that she may escape and get to a safe place. However, she refused to go. As I can get some sort of epiphany's from this, I would like other insights as well.

On another note....completely humorous....I have been wondering why it is that when I have to go to the bathroom in regards to bowels, I more than not have to fart before I have to sit down. That being said, as soon as I sit down, my head (more importantly the height of my nose) is directly in the ground zero of my flatulence. And being that once I begin the ever so delightful experience of going number two, there is absolutely no way to pinch it off to escape the aroma of my little mishap which occurred before I sat down! So there I am left to suffer with not only the stink I am creating in the porcelain bowl, but the stink in which I had initiated before I sat down! Why is it that after 43 years of (naturally) performing this daily routine, I have not been able to consciously recognize what I am about to do to myself? I do not have any problems with the sphincter and I could easily pinch (the flatulence) for the three seconds it will take me to place my hiney on the throne. Hmmmm.......maybe I really like the aroma of my own gasses more so than the pungent smells of my dropping? Could be, but I doubt it!

Totally Wierd Dream

Yeah, okay, I may be repeating myself but that's only because I am new. So I had this really wierd dream last night that I was Santa Clause driving a UPS truck and taking candy from children. The truck turned into a bicycle and I peddled up to an outside event of some (special) kind only to be greeted by Ronald Reagan himself.

I decided to start this blog because I keep having crazy dreams and I have yet to meet anyone who has this same experience.

Wierd Dream Again

So I dreamed that I was Santa Clause driving a UPS truck. But while I was delivering packages, I found myself taking candy from children. Suddenly I was on a bicycle (still dressed as Santa Clause) and peddled up to an (huge) outdoor event. Many of my friends were there and while some knew I was Santa, most did not. I found myself to be very nervous while approaching the (main) event site, however, Ronald Reagan came to great me and take me to the stage. When I got there, there was a publicity agent who approached me and immediately made me give a (un-rehearsed) speech. And that's all folks!