PonderEthereal

There was no one or nothing in the dream that was familiar to my waking life. I was homeless, I think. Most people were, actually. There did seem to be the remnants of war… a militant outlook on life. I was taking care of a baby that wasn’t mine. I realized with rousing horror that it was now legal for anyone to ask you personal questions before deciding what services or goods to offer you. It was now possible to be denied housing, food or access to anything based upon your personal preferences and attributes.

It was legal because of some sort of unilateral decision made by the president in this ‘very different political time’. It was a decision made for the ’safety of the people’. Somehow, we, the people, went right along with questionable step after horrible decision based upon obviously bullshit rhetoric that we swallowed because it was…

When I was young and still living with my mom, I was very responsible for my little sister. When we walked to school, I had to keep the key and make sure to walk home with her. When we got home, I started dinner. When we went to school, I made sure she had what she needed and got to where she needed to be. “Carrie, go with her.” mom would tell me. Although she was awfully smart, she was a little absent minded and could get side tracked or confused and she wasn’t street smart at all. I was her street smarter older sister and that translated to caretaker-away-from-mom.

When she went to college, she came and stayed with me for a little while before she had to be there. I hadn’t seen her in several years and we’d been living apart for quite some time - she with mom…

It totally slipped my mind that anyone takes time off for Martin Luther King day till noon yesterday. At which time I realized that even Ethan’s school and after school were closed. Bah. So we’re at home today. So in honor of having dreams and such, I had some FUCKED up dreams last night and I thought I’d share.

* Me and Ryan and Ethan and a bunch of other people were all taken captive by some sort of modified humans that had some strange traits (My dreams are all about being vague. It adds to the mystery.) and we figured out that we could get away from them by tapping them on their noses and then giving the signal and then we could fly all at once.

*My mother (I think) pointed out two kittens across the street that were by themselves. So I went to rescue them. On…

The last two days have netted some REALLY interesting dreams. I don’t think they are the type of dream that is indicative of what’s going on in my head AT ALL. It was because they were SO far from what is ‘normal’ for me that I remember them and consequentially enjoyed having them. I’m not sure WHY I’m having this sort of dream all of the sudden. I switched to taking my meds at night before bed about a week ago because they make me sleepy. That could be it. Or it could be something to do with all of the work I did in Spirit the last couple of days.

I had a dream the other night that I pigged out on junk food and felt guilty later. That’s what the last week has been for me. No more junk food! :) Yogi Teas makes a wonderful Thai tea called Tea Sweet Thai Delight. I love Thai tea (and Chai tea… maybe it’s an ‘hai’ thing?). So this morning, I am treating myself to a cup of Thai tea with one vanilla creamer.

Sexxyred1 invited me to go out with them this weekend and I’m super excited. I haven’t been out to this sort of thing in AGES.. and it sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I am also looking forward to Pride this year. I asked elemirion and sexxyred1 if they would mind if I tagged along with them. I still haven’t been to San Diego Pride and I’m a little nervous about the whole new experience with tons of people there…

I had a dream last night that brings tears to my eyes just rememberign that I had the dream. The dream was really a long convoluted dream about defending a house against people who were crazed and we were killing them and keeping the normal people safe… but before that, around that, between that, there was a dog named Smokie.

Smokie was a real dog. When we lived in Flat Creek, there was a black lab that ran the ‘neighborhood’ (Flat Creek was int he country.. there were a few dirt roads that ran out from a central crossroads and that was the ‘neighborhood’). When we moved in, he wandered by one day and from that point forward, he was always around. We played with him and he followed us when we trapsed through the country… down to the creek, over to a friend’s house a half mile away, up…

Here we go with water creatures again. I only remember bits and pieces.

I needed very much badly to get this particular type of creature. It wasn’t an eel.. it was sort of eel shaped.. long and thin but it had segments to it’s body.. like 3 of them and a tail.. sort of like a tadpole if a tadpole had more than just a body segment and a tail. Anyways, they were black and horribly slimy. They were about the length of my hand down to the middle of my forearm. I found some… somewhere.. and someone else was involved. Ethan and I went to their house with my new found creatures. We were staying there. Suddenly, I realized for some reason that while the people were out of the house, Ethan and I had to go. I realized that when they came back to the house, they wouldnt let…

I had a dream last night about kittens. There were 4 of them. I thought there were two.. oops found another.. oops found another. They were hiding in a fish tank which was really a representation of this muck that I had been running through - from somoene.. a swampy area with lots of trees. I drove a car first but then I was just running and the car wasn’t really there. Then I was in a house pulling kittens out of a fish tank.

I have lots of dreams about fish tanks and fish and finding things in fish tanks… about fish dying in fish tanks. Low and behold, sleep.com has a definition of the aquarium as a symbol in dreams.

“Aquarium

To see fish in an aquarium, is indicative of small pleasures that last of short duration either in your life or to come. The condition and size of the…

I was on a bus going home to a new house. It was on a road off of a main road that went by an indian name starting with H. I was on the bus for what seemed like a long time. It was dark out. I remembered thinking that I got on the bus at the beginning of the route and I was going to get off at the end of the route. I saw a map of the route that looked like an almost closed up ‘U’ or a not quite closed up ‘O’. I fell asleep and then woke up and looked around. An asian lady with long hair, past her shoulders was getting off the bus. She leaned down to me and said ‘Make sure to be really careful crossing the streets around here’. I thought it was very helpful and I thanked her and smiled.

I…

Who the fuck is Terry Pendegras, you ask? I was JUST about to ask you the same question. I had a dream right before I woke up that was part of a longer dream that I dont remember.. but at any rate, I was at a Pagan gathering talking to L***a, I think.. only it wasnt her.. it was a much more composed, much less scattered her. Anyways.. I was talking to her about some people.. or things that I had had dealings with recently and she says ‘Its been two months since Ive thought about it, finally and here I am talking to you about it.’ ‘I went to this guy’.. and she gives me the name Terry Pendegras.. who Im not even sure she said was a man.. only she showed me who it was later and it was a younger guy with the bottom of the sides…