My dream last involved me being my father’s brother.  We were together and apparently both dreaming (inside of my actual dream) about our other brother who had been killed via a stab in the back.  We were dreaming together of the day he died, on which we were both present.  The dream was one we shared frequently so that we could see our late brother again and share those moments with him.  No matter what we did in our dream: told him of his death, attempted to avoid it or stop it or change any part of the outcome, he still got killed in the end.  My dad and our brother are sitting on a small twin bed talking about outdated things, my dad is very solem but trying to enjoy the conversation that we have had so many times before.  My dad decided to bite the bullet and tell him that in a few minutes, someone is going to come to his apartment and there is going to be a misunderstanding.  As a result of this, he tells him, you are going to die.  Our brother laughs and slaps him on the back saying that he worries too much.  He then tells us that a friend is coming over to drop off some movies he wanted to watch.  We try to tell him this will be the person who murders him but he doesn’t listen, he keeps shrugging us off.  Eventually we give up and the events play out as they are supposed to.  For some reason the friend that comes over assumed our brother wanted drugs and after arguing, our brother thinks he throws him out.  My dad and I are still sitting quietly in his bedroom.  Our brother walks over from the other room and leans against the doorway looking at us.  I am dreaming in the first person which hardly ever happens.  I am looking up at him from sitting on the floor and I feel so overwhelmingly sad.  The friend from before comes up behind him, grabs one of his shoulders and proceeds to stab him in the back multiple times.  Me and my dad both call out a warning but it does not help, he falls to the floor and the man runs away.  My dad is holding our brother now against him and we are both crying.  I yell ‘Why do we do this?  It never feels any better!’  To see and know our brother alive for only a few hours, we have to endure his death over and over again.  We sob, holding onto him, until we calm down.  Then I woke up from both dreams.

The second dream is the stuff of nightmares but I did not wake up frightened.  It started with a big family reunion where I got to see all of my relatives I haven’t seen in a long time.  It is hazy to me now how it got to the point with the attacks.  We were all outside, laughing when we saw someone stumble up to us.  They looked very sick and collapsed against one of my cousins.  When they looked up again, their lips had disappeared and there was only raw and bloody teeth and gums.  they were looking up and feebly biting at the air.  We all began to laugh but the stranger’s grip tightened and their eyes began to look more wild.  They attempted to take a chunk out of my cousin’s arm but we all began running before he could catch hold.  We were running down a desolate street at night, only illuminated by the street lights.  As we looked around, more and more of these people appeared and began swarming us and chasing us.  We leapt into an ally and although they all saw where we went, they stood still and would not follow.  As they stood at the edge of the glow given by the street lamps, I realized that they could not go into the darkness, they had to stay in the light.  We went about crawling through allies and side streets, all the while they stood around us in the light, almost glowing as they watched us move.  Now it is day time and we are no longer in the city, we are in the middle of a wide open dessert with no cover anywhere.  The creatures are still there but they are slow.  They meander towards us and we struggle to find any darkness to hide in.  All of us begin pulling vegetation and shrubs out of the ground and attempt to make a shelter.  Eventually, what we have is a big spherical ball of what looks like tumbleweed that we all sit inside.  I remember that I can still see what is happening outside although the inside is pitch black.  The creatures approach us and begin to tinker with the structure and then I wake up.

-Kristen

I had a dream last night that my brother murdered me.  I was standing, covered head to toe in blood and brain matter and all kinds of rotten flesh and tissue.  I knew that he had killed me although I was still breathing and moving and functioning.  I was walking around and exclaiming about how upset I was that he could just kill me so easily.  He told me that although he didn’t want to do it, our mother had asked him to, but it wasn’t my mom in waking life, it was some tall, very bland and boring middle aged woman with a short haircut.  We had just completed a high stakes robbery of some kind and my mom was worried that I couldn’t be trusted.  I cleaned myself off and we went to the bus station to try and get some tickets to leave town.  While we were at the counter waiting to get our tickets, a couple of officers (big hats, tan uniforms) came up behind us.  I was so nervous that they would catch us for robbery and murder, even though I was the victim.  I was so anxious that I decided it would be too strange to stand silently so I started chatting with them loudly.  They seemed to be enjoying it but I could hear myself letting little details slip.  I was gesticulating a lot and my brother grabbed my hands and put them down because they were covered in open sores that had now begun to decompose.  Eventually the cops figured something out and they started to arrest us so we ran.  Me and my brother were getting away and our mom said that she would go a different way and we could meet up later.  She grabbed our loot then ran the opposite direction and the cops followed her.  They started shooting and we could see her get mowed down by the gunfire.  We only stayed for a bit then kept running.

We were hiding out for a long time and decided that we should try to figure out what happened to our mother’s body.  We found an address listed to one of her aliases and when we went there it turned out to be a huge mansion.  We crept inside and found our mother, lounging in really expensive flapper era clothes, complete with a feathered headband and sequin dress.  She was yelling upstairs to a man, her husband and our unknown father, about how hard it was to keep track of all her children.  She then went on to explain her whole scheme aloud like a super villain.  Apparently, she had a ton of kids, raised them in a double life to think they were really poor then convinced them to commit elaborate heists.  She then kept all of the money for herself and lived opulently while her kids thought she was dead.  That was really the end of it.

-Kristen

The first part of my dream last night was that where I was had become some type of post apocalyptic, war torn state.  Everyone wore dirty, hand modified clothing…like in Mad Max.  There were two types of people and we fought each other every single night.  I was on one side and I didn’t know our name but we wore all red and black.  The opposing side were called The Shepherds and they wore all gray and white.  During the day, we got along all right, but we were mostly just buying weapons and ammo for later that night.  We would run into each other at the same store and chat and be friends as we were purchasing grenades that I fully intended on using to kill them later.  When the sun would go down, that’s when it started.  Massive war, people fighting with every type of weapon you could think of, graphically murdering anyone on the opposing side they could find.  All of the friendliness from before was gone and I only felt rage and hatred for these people.  It was almost video game like though because every night, EVERYONE got killed.  We killed every single person and then the next day we would do it all over again.  Then I woke up from that dream and I was laying down in the backseat of Andy’s car (still dreaming).  Ash was in the front seat and Alex was in the back with me.  Ash asked what I thought we should do tonight and I replied, “Don’t you think we should stop killing The Shepherds?”.  It was quiet for a few moments until I realized that that had been in a dream and no one knew what I was talking about.  That was the end of it.

I also had a dream that I had a little steel gray great dane girl puppy that we named Horton. :)

-Kristen

I dreamt last night that one of my male relatives was going to get married.  It was strange because I thought that he was already married to his wife but I guess they hadn’t made it official.  The woman he was marrying just happened to be Lady Gaga.  It was my job to decorate the church so I decided to paint everything pink and white.  Every wall and the floor were all this kind of cake frosting pink and everything else, all of the elaborate figures, religious embellishments and pews were all white.  I was very proud of myself.  I went up to the balcony to watch the ceremony.  A few of my other relatives and friends were sitting in the front pews but otherwise there was nobody there.  Mrs. Gaga was in the very front, all the way to the left side of the bench and she was very hesitant to look up.  Apparently they had been trying to get married officially for a while and every single time my relative had done something so that it would not happen.  He walked down the aisle looking very pale and sweaty.  He went up onto the walter where my other aunts and uncles were all waiting for him.  As soon as he sat down he began to sway.  He was trying hard to hold onto consciousness and everyone was grabbing him and keeping him steady.  It was all to no avail as he toppled forward and his face landed on the lap of a friend of mine.  This male friend began screaming and exclaiming because my relative had wrapped his hands around his waist in a stupor and would not let go.  Finally he got free and ran up to where I was on the balcony.  We both watched as they gathered my relative up and tried to get him out of the church and his would-be wife disappeared.  My friend was still shaken and insisted that my relative must be gay, there was no other explanation for it.  Then I woke up.

-Kristen

Had an amazing dream last night and am pretty pumped that it almost comes together as a story, albeit a very strange one.  It started with me going back to my high school and hometown for some type of crazy reunion party type of thing.  As me and Alex are walking there, a fancy formula ford racer gets very quietly set down on the street in front of us by a helicopter.  The driver kindly asks us for directions to a certain street and even though I don’t know where it is, I answer him.  Alex gets a little irked because he in fact does know where the street is and is trying to give him the proper directions but he keeps getting confused.  Eventually he gets it and gets airlifted away again.  There is a chain-link fence separating the huge party from the rest of the neighborhood although people are spilling out of it onto the street.  I see my old friend from college Matt Farah and call to him. He comes over and hugs me very sincerely and tells me that he’s been worried about me.  Before I can ask him why, he looks away and is all of a sudden SUPER drunk.  He can’t talk and can’t stand up.  He is swaying back and forth and trying to garble out a conversation.  This really weaselly police officer comes up and starts to hassle him.  All this time Matt is falling all over himself and I am hugging him by the waist to keep him upright. I get really defensive and tell the officer that, yeah he’s drunk but we can take care of him and it’s none of his fucking business.  Just as I am saying that we can take care of him, Matt spins around and projectile vomits all over everything, including the cop.  Later I am in the bathroom and notice that I have some salad or pasta vomit or whatever it is on the back of my sweater and am pissed. 

Now here is where it startsto get strange.  I go outside and am playing baseball with Alex and Andy and a bunch of children.  I am the playing shortstop.  All of these line drives keep getting hit right to me but I don’t have a baseball glove so every time I try to catch them as an easy out, they just hit my hand and go past me.  Somebody gives me a glove but it is backwards and I am having a really hard time with it on the opposite hand.  I go chasing after a ball and end up just leaving the game to go inside the school.  At this point it becomes almost like a movie.  I am walking through the halls and notice a group of girls that are my friends although I don’t know who they are in my waking life.  They start to chat very excitedly, ‘how have you been, what are you up to?’ that type of thing and reminisce about when we went to school together.  I remember them picking on me a lot but they apologized and said that it was really childish and they didn’t mean it.  Then one of their boyfriends comes up and he is also someone we went to school with.  He is a HUGE ass and takes everything I’m holding and dumps it into this bin filled with rotten food.  He keeps laughing and calling me names.  At this point I am really pissed and start to think, hey, since I’m dreaming, wouldn’t it be great if something awful happened to him?  So he is trying to wash his hands and laughing at me and the faucet breaks off so water is just spraying everywhere.  He tries to cover it with his hands but the water pressure is so intense that it cuts through his hands.  There is blood everywhere and he is screaming but the streams of water are acting like lasers and cutting him all over.  The water is also an opaque baby blue color which is pretty neat looking.  The girls are looking on calmly as I tell them about what happened to make the school haunted.  Apparently the old janitor was evil and got crushed by some giant assembly line type piece of machinery.  No one found him so his blood just seeped down into all of the wiring and plumbing and now he controls the school and kills students at his will.  Then I woke up.

-Kristen

I hate that I haven’t posted my dreams lately cause I’ve had some pretty rockin’ ones! Right now, all I have is a little wisp of a dream memory to share that for some reason stayed with me:

I was hard at work at some mythical awesome design job I had and this couple came in and kept bothering me. They were looking over my shoulder, asking questions, giving “suggestions.” Just when I was about to freak out I look over at the wall and their infant was climbing up the wall on thumbtacks as if it were one of those shitty climbing walls. That was when I lost it. I screamed at them and threw the child at them. Then I woke up.

-Ash

I had a dream last night that I was back in El Paso or somewhere like that for my great grandmother’s funeral.  I was there with my grandmother on my mom’s side who was actually the very beautiful Somalian supermodel, Iman.  We were standing somewhere when a group of girls started to harass me for being back home and not talking to them.  Iman turned around looking absolutely gorgeous and sad and told them very calmly that my grandmother had just died and she didn’t care at all about what these girls had to say to me, implying that she was actually my mother which caught me off guard.  The whole time as well I had been trying to get a hold of a man named Remi to see him before I left.  We could not schedule anything because I was leaving too soon and he was in the army.  I left on a bus that was filled with other young girls and as we pulled over in an abandoned junk yard to stay the night, another bus parked in front of us.  It was Remi and a group of other men on their way to wherever the army was taking them.  I was ecstatic!  He invited all the other girls to meet the boys and we went to go sleep in a large tent with them.  Everyone paired up except for some men who, since they didn’t have anyone to share a bed with, instead slept with gigantic live manatees in their bed.  I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor with Remi where he told me that he loved me and couldn’t stand the year we were going to be apart.  I told him “of course you do” in response to I love you because I couldn’t in fact reciprocate the feeling.  He asked me to marry him and before I could answer, their superior burst in and started screaming at them for fraternizing.  At this point the manatees start to bellow and howl and wiggle for their life which makes for a terrifying scene.  The rest of the dream was just me doing day to day tasks wondering if I should marry Remi or not.  Then I woke up.

-Kristen

I dreamt last night of happiness.  That I had learned something important that made me truly happy but at the same time crushed and morose.  I had a problem solved in my dream that can never be solved in real life and it left me in bed with an aching feeling of longing and anxiety.  While I cannot shake the tension and secret happiness of the dream, I in fact am feeling much worse than before I had it.

-Kristen

For some reason I was obsessing over this dream all morning, to the point where I couldn’t go back to sleep for hours!  And it’s not even the regular nature of those kind of dreams which are usually nightmares.  Anywhoozy doozy, it starts with me being in New York.  A group of people and myself are playing what is supposed to be a video game but is in fact a giant gelatinous monster that can only be controlled by dancing.  It is in a big body of water so we have to take a boat out, then stand up and just dance and it shrieks in pain.  We go back to shore for a little while and my phone starts ringing.  It’s a New York number so I answer and it’s Jay-Z.  Apparently we are acquaintances or friends although his phone voice bears a striking resemblance to an ex-boyfriend.  I tell him that we are just testing out his new video game and having a blast.  He goes on to say that he wished I wasn’t busy because he wanted to go out to get a couple of beers with me. I told him to just stay up a little longer and that I would come by when I’m done.  We keep talking although I don’t know about what and when I hang up the phone, the timer says I was on for 49 minutes!  So I walk back into the room with the group of people, all pumped up, and say “Booya…guess who just talked to Jay-Z for like an hour…it’s me!”  So I finish and go to meet him at his house.  When I get there, it’s not as big as I thought it would be and it is kind of disheveled.  I find Mr. Carter in another room where he is building tiny dollhouse-esque furniture and he tells me it is his new project.  He asks if I want to see more and then proceeds to take me to the bedroom (I know what you’re thinking and it is not a sexy time).  When I get in there, I see that there are two twin beds instead of one big one.  I also notice that both beds have Lion King sheets on them.  I ask if him and Beyonce don’t sleep in the same bed and he kind of just sighs and shows me more tiny furniture.  Then I woke up. I think I was so pumped about meeting Jay-Z in a dream and being friends with him that I couldn’t go back to bed…dumb.

-Kristen

Dreamt last night that I decided to take one of my girl cousin’s out on the town.  She met this older guy while we were walking and I for some reason thought “Sure, cool, go hang out with this guy”.  By the time she gets home she tells our whole family that she loves this guy and is going to have his baby.  Her mom immediately freaks out and tells her she has to have an abortion and never speak to him again.  Alex performs the abortion and while I don’t see the process, we are in the bathroom later and he is trying to shove this teeny tiny skeleton down the sink.  Most of it fits but some of the bigger parts wont go down, they just stick to the sides.  My aunt comes in and starts yelling that she can’t have skeletons in her sink, she doesn’t like to see bones.  So Alex took it some other place and got rid of it.  Then it’s supposed to be decades later although everyone looks the same.  My cousin and her parents are going to a cemetery to visit the dad of the baby.  I am hiding behind them because for some reason I really want to see the tombstone.  So I wait in the bushes until they leave then sneak over to the grave but when I read the headstone it doesn’t mean anything to me and I’m disappointed. 

-Kristen