Howdy all!

Hello to all new visitors.  If you are new here, let me tell about this blog.  I named this blog The Dream Writer because I am a writer who has wacky dreams. I try to post here often but sometimes forget or can't think of anything good to post.  However, I've decided I'm going to post here whether it's good or not. Lucky you. LOL

First, a reminder. You can see past posts by clicking on the Blog Archive section or by clicking on words in the Labels section to the right.  If you click on the labels called Poem, you'll see all my posts with poems in them.  If you click on Dream, you'll see all my posts about my dreams. You get the idea.  

Now on to a dream I had last night.  

The dream starts with me watching TV.  only thing I remember seeing on the tv is seeing a commercial.  It’s a man and a woman skiing down a mountain.  They are wearing matching ski pants and bras.  yes, the man was wearing a bra.  O.o     Then the dream jumps.  I had snuck in to an auditorium filled with a ton of people.  It had stadium seating around 3 walls.  They ushered one woman out who wasn’t supposed to be there so I kind of sank down in my seat.   The woman next to me was standing and trying to calm everybody down because they were angry somebody had snuck in.  I look up at the woman and it’s Ellen DeGeneres.  She sees me trying to be invisible and sits down while she says:

“Oh, you can stay.  Don’t worry. It was just that woman who couldn’t.   You’ll need to turn off your phone though.  We don’t allow those in here.”  

I fumble with my phone and a notebook. “Can I write down stuff?”

“Oh sure. just turn off the phone.”  

I manage to find the mute switch and turn it off.   The phone in turn calls me Bitch repeatedly before shutting up. Ellen looks at it and then at me  “Did it just call you a bitch?”

my mouth hangs open a bit, “Yea I guess it did.”  

And then I woke up.  oooooooooook

Too many books!

I have six books that I'm writing right now.  That's right.  6 books in progress.   I don't know which book to focus on.  I know of a couple that I can push aside for now but leaves 4 that I still want to work on.   Unfortunately, it seems lately that when I start writing a book, I either lose interest or I think it sucks so badly that I want to scrap the whole thing.   I haven't scrapped anything yet. I've rewritten parts, continued writing anyway but I haven't actually finished a book in a long time.

I really wanted to get a book published this year. I keep thinking about it and here it is, half way through October and I don't think it's going to happen this year.    If you look at the labels on the right, you can click on the Book label and you'll see all sorts of posts about my books.

Self Publishing costs money.  Money which I don't have.  So... I'll work on saving money again and hope life doesn't get in the way of that.

Dream time!

Since it's been a while since I shared a dream, I thought I'd share the one I had last night. 

The dream starts with me waking up after a long night of sleep.   When I open my eyes, I see chaos.  The front door was splintered and in pieces, everything on my entertainment unit was thrown about and scattered around the room, cushions slashes, dining room table was on it's side.  Everything was destroyed. 

I was in shock and just kind of stumbling around the living room.   I look out the now nonexistant front door and see the neighbor's door across from me is in the same shape.  I go stand in the hallway outside my apartment and look in other apartments.  All of them were destroyed like mine. 

The guy across from me comes up to me and we try to figure out what happened.  He said he had slept soundly and didn't wake up at all which is odd for him since he's a light sleeper.   Another neighbor had kids and they all said they slept just as soundly.   Eventually, the police arrive and tell us we need to leave for a few days so they could go through everything and try to collect evidence.  

I reached down to pick up a pile of books to take with me but the police wouldn't let me.  I looked around and spotted teenage boys hiding in the closets near the front doors of their apartments. they were playing handheld video games and ignoring everybody. 

With nothing else to do, I go get in my car. the police wanted me to go to an address and get checked out by the doctor (along with my neighbors).  I go there and afterward, I go to get in my car again only to find the floor of the car is gone.  The gas and brake pedals are there and the car is functional. It's just that the floor of the car is gone.   makes driving interesting.  I woke up as I was driving on a highway and feeling the wind come in around my feet. 

yup...  just another odd dream for me.   I think it would make an interesting book.  What happened to the apartments?  What destroyed everything?  Why were the police being secretive?  Where the Hell did the floor of the car go?  o.O

Strange dreams

I had another strange dream last night. I think it was one continuous dream but could have been two dreams, back to back. 

 

Starts out with my sisters and me going over to Terri’s house to watch a movie. Upon entering, she tells us they’ve had a problem with spiders lately. She said they’ve been dropping from the ceiling a lot. I turned around to leave but Terri assured me they were gone and they had done a bug bomb on the place. So I stay and we watch a movie. I wasn’t watching a movie though, I kept my eyes on the ceiling,. Sure enough, spiders started dropping. Terri tried to keep me there and said it wasn’t a big deal but I left. I got the impression I was going to a hotel because I couldn’t go home. I don’t know why. Anyways, I left. 

 

Now, either the dream continues or a new one starts. I was in a hotel room with Sam and Dean from Supernatural. Yup.. no, it wasn’t a threesome. you perv. We had just come off a hunt and the police were looking for the three of us. We decided to split for a couple of weeks and meet back at Bobby’s place. I went to the mall to get a change of clothes. I didn’t want to use credit cards because that would lead the police to me but I didn’t have any cash. so I ducked into a clothes carrousel. You know the round stands full of clothes? Yup, I hid in the center of one, shoved clothes into my duffel bag and waited for other customers to leave. When the coast was clear, I left the store. As I was walking by another store, their alarms started going off. I panicked which was stupid because I hadn’t even been in that particular shop. but I panicked and started hurrying out of the mall. Once I got out of the doors, I ducked between cars and hid. sure enough, mall security came out and looked around. They went back into the mall and I walked through the parking lot to the road. There, I kept walking, relieved that nobody was after me and I had gotten away. As I’m walking, a car slows and kept pace beside me. I heard somebody say you want a ride but before I could see who it was I woke up.

so yea.. interesting night

I hate politics

I hate politics. I hate talking about it so this is one of the few posts about politics you'll see on my blog. Talking about politics in my family only gets you angry. It's pointless. I have found I tend to disagree with my parents views so I refuse to talk about it with them. Why talk about politics when you don't get anything out of it? I guess those who like to debate things are the ones who discuss it the most. Obviously that's not me.

Here are my views... It doesn't matter who is president. People are either going to love or hate the president, no matter who is in office. You will always find something wrong with any president. Nobody is perfect but people seem to think that the president should be perfect. Presidents are humans, you idiots. Humans aren't perfect.

The President gets a lot of respect from me (usually) because it's the most stressful job in America. Put yourself in his shoes. He and his family are in the public's eye 24/7. Even after he leaves the office. The president is insulted daily by narrow minded people who think they can do a better job. I have news for you. It's a hard job. Nobody is going to be the best at it. Not you. Not me. Nobody.  

Why do I think it doesn't matter who is president? Because if you try your best at something, somebody is going to find flaws in it. you pass a law, and the U.S.A is going shit all over the law that you thought was a good thing. You create something that helps millions of Americans? Good for you! But don't expect the americans to thank you or agree with you. Being a president sucks. Debating about who should be president is pointless. We haven't even narrowed down the tons of people who want to run for president and I'm already tired of hearing about them. I'm even tired of this post. so I'm just going to end this.

I just wanted to get my thoughts out there. If you disagree with anything I say, Please don't start arguing with me about it. I will ignore you.