Strange Dream... even for me

It's been a while since I posted a strange dream so here's my latest one. Last night, I dreamed that I was in a strange hotel suite with my parents and my aunt. We were getting ready to leave to go somewhere and I told them I'd catch up to them because I had to call my agent real quick. So my parents and my aunt left and I was on the phone talking to my agent. A knock on the door interrupted the phone call, I told the agent to hold on while I answered the door and I swung open the door to find.... any guesses on who was standing there? Any at all? Saddam Hussein!! Yup, Saddam was standing there with a couple of body guards. I muttered Holy Crap to which the agent still on the phone asked what was going on. I couldn't answer him, I was in shock.

Saddam "Are you the author of this book?" He holds up a hard back copy of my book.

Me "yes, that's mine"

Saddam "Take her. She's coming with us." He said to his guards,

I dropped the phone and tried to close the door on them but they were of course stronger then me. So I screamed at my agent on the phone "Call the Police! Saddam is kidnapping me!" I could hear the agent laugh and say "are you nuts?" I started screaming and fighting and clawing at the arms grabbing me.

Saddam said "knock her out; we can't have her screaming like that."

They must have knocked me out because I came to in Saddam's limo. He was watching me and flipping through the book at the same time. I was sitting next to him and I tried the limo door but I couldn't get it open. "What's the meaning of this?" I asked him
Saddam replied "Is this your work too? This poem." He hands me a sheet of paper.

I look at it and start giggling. It was a poem where somebody used the song from The Grinch and changed the words to fit Saddam and his craziness. Saddam starts looking mad and he sighs "Is this yours?" I can't answer him because I'm giggling.

Thru my tears, I say, "No you asshole but I applaud whomever wrote it."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Saddam asked.

"Because it's not my style. If you did some research and read my book and other poems, you'd know that, idiot" I replied. To which Saddam hit me again.

"So you kidnapped me because you thought I wrote that poem? Why? Did it hurt your feelings?" Why couldn't I shut up? lol

Saddam was pissed off now, he told the guard sitting with us "Get rid of her." So the guard opened the limo door and threw me out of the moving vehicle.

I manage to stumble back to the hotel suite, crying and laughing the same time. Dad is pacing the floor; mom and my aunt are sitting down talking about what could have happened. I walk in the door and Dad hugs me and makes me sit down. Once I've calmed down a bit, they asked me what happened.

I calmly looked at them and replied, "I was kidnapped by Saddam Hussein"

Last night's dream that left me crying

Dream January 11, 2010

The dream starts with me standing in Becky's bedroom. It's night and Becky and Keith are sleeping in their bed. I know I'm dead but I don't know how it happened. I know I need to tell Becky something that feels so final. I walk over to Becky's side of the bed and sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Becky? Becky, wake up. I have to talk to you." I whisper

Becky wakes up startled and looks at me "What the hell are you doing here? It's 3 am." She looks over at Keith who is still asleep.

"Something happened to me at the apartment. I don't know what happened but Pipsqueek is with me." I suddenly have Pipsqueek in my arms, he's calm and purring.

Becky looks at me again, "Why can I see through you?"

"I think you know." I reply.

She gasps at me "What happened?"

"I don't know, I was asleep and suddenly I was here." I tell her. I pet Pipsqueek and look at him, "It must have been fast because it happened to Pipsqueek too."

"No. This isn't happening, it's a dream right?" She asks

"I'm afraid not." I sigh. "Becky, I wanted to let you know that I love you and everybody else. Can you tell them for me please?"

"Tell them yourself! This is a dream. Just a weird dream that I'm having."

I try to grab Becky's hand but my hand goes through hers. I sit there and look in her eyes as tears well up in both of our eyes.

"Becky, you know this isn't a dream. In your heart, you know it." Pipsqueek jumps out of my arms and runs towards something. "I have to go now. I don't know where but I have to go. Remember what I said. Tell the family I love them."

Becky starts sobbing as I start walking towards her closet and with each step, I fade a bit until I'm gone completely.

That is when I woke up crying. I don't think I've ever had a death dream like that before. It was extremely sad and choked me just thinking writing it up.

Told you so, Becky

Last night I dreamed that I was standing at a pond that had a roof covering it. Next to the pond were a couple of tables, a counter and a grill. It was night time with a full moon shining down and a couple of lights hanging from the roof over the pond. Becky was doing something at the counter but I don't know what. I was barefoot and was standing in the pond just so the water covered my feet. I looked down into the water and saw things swimming around.

I crouched down for a better look and saw alligators of various sizes from small babies to about 3 feet in length. The biggest one was white.

I said "Becky, there are a alligators in your pond. There's even a white one."

Becky replied, "No there isn't. There's nothing in my pond yet. "

"Yes, there is. Come look for yourself."

Without looking, Becky said "It's probably just the light of the moon shining on the water. There's nothing in there."

I replied with a tone, "Fine, guess it's okay for your cats to go play in the water then."

Then her 4 cats came to the water's edge and started sniffing around and pawing at the water. I picked up one cat just as the big white one came to the surface. Water splashed around which made Becky turn and look.

Becky just sighed and said "I suppose you're going to say I told you so now, huh?"

And that's when I woke up.

Lack of Writing

Hello all! Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while but I haven't had much to post. I have been too tired during the day and just haven't felt very creative. I'm hoping that's going to change soon.

I did some research online and read some people have felt better by taking their thyroid medication at night instead of in the morning as recommended by doctors. So last Monday, I started taking mine at night. I know I had taken it at night before but I can't recall if I noticed a difference or not. This time, since I am paying more attention to it, I think I am noticing a difference. It has only been 4 days since I switched times but this morning, I woke up in a better mood, I played with my cat around the apartment and I am actually warmer today even tough it's only 36F outside. I also noticed that yesterday, my temperature has gone up to a more normal temperature. It was 98.1 at the doctor's office yesterday and I know I don't have a fever. I think I have been sleeping better as well. I will continue to take my thyroid meds at night and see what happens.

I am also wondering if switching the time of day I take my medicine has effected my creativity a bit. Last night before I went to sleep, I found myself thinking about my book in progress and the scene I stopped writing at. I started thinking about where the scene is going and wondering if I want it to go that direction. Even as I work today, I find my mind drifting back to my book in progress.

Now I am curious and really wish I could remember how I felt the last time I took my meds at night. Was I more energetic? Did I feel less fatigue? Did I write more and have more thoughts?

Time will tell, I guess. As for today, I will open up my file and reread the last chapter I wrote and think about rewriting it or keeping it.

Thanks to all who read and don't forget, comments are open so that anybody can comment.

My latest weird dream

Sooo... I don't think I had been asleep long last night before I had a weird dream.

It started out with me meeting my parents somewhere in Japan. They were on vacation and I was traveling to one of my company's international offices. So I caught up with them in some sort of Japanese garden. We waited in line to go in and there was a vending machine type thing there. Mom thought it was a laundry machine (wash and dry your clothes while you wait type thing LOL) I don't know what it was but it cost $100 and I wasn't about to spend that much. Anyways, the Garden hostess came out and talked to us in broken english. She saw that I was carrying a paper bag and said I couldn't take that in with me. The bag just had gifts I bought a nearby shop but since it cost money, I wasn't going to ditch it. The hostess told me I could put the bag in the vending machine beside me (the one that cost $100). I said no, I'm not spending that much money because you won't let me take my bag in with me.

The lady started yelling at me in japanese. I don't know what she said but I'm sure curse words were involved. Finally, mom and dad said I could put my bag with theirs in their little rental car. The gal sighed and smiled and proceeded to wrap my bag in icy blue wrapping paper. I don't know why. lol

Finally it was our turn to go in to the garden. Yea it was pretty but I was bored so I must have pressed the fast forward button in my dream. lol Mom, Dad and I were walking out to the parking lot and my dad said the three of us can't fit in their one rental car, so we'd have to rent another. I was confused but went along with it. When we obtained another rental car, we walked back to the parking lot and dad said he'd take all the shopping bags in his car and that I could ride with mom. I watch him and he gets in this type of soap box derby race car with bags piled up behind him.

I start laughing at the sight of dad in a tiny thin race car and he's telling me to shut up and started explaining that space was an issue since there are so many people in japan and yadda yadda yadda.... I laughed some more until I saw the little race car that mom and I had to use. It was wedged in between an old VW Bug and another normal car. I asked dad why there are normal sized cars around and we have to use these things but he didn't answer me.

Mom climbed over the back of our "car" and into the driver's seat and started it up. Then her cell phone rings and she answers and has a conversation with somebody while trying to get this car out of the parking space. She stops and I start to get in the back behind her and she proceeds to zoom off down the road, laughing like a maniac. leaving Dad and me with open gaped mouths and me just furious.

That's when I woke up and I woke up mad!