Skewered models??

K, I'm still putting this one together, so hopefully I can write it in a way that makes sense...

It started out that my friend, Bonnie, was moving in with me.  The first thing she insisted on doing, though, was tearing out the wallpaper in the kitchen and painting one wall pink, for Valentine's day, and the other one creme colored.  

So we started remodeling and we got about halfway done, then she was going to go do a cooking show.  I went with her to this kitchen set and the lady she was working with was doing a show about how to make cheese pie things...  They were actually different kinds of soft, malleable cheese formed into pie-piece shapes and put into a mini pie tin.  

After Bonnie made a couple of these and placed them into the tin, they started poking those long toothpicks into the cheese pie pieces.  Once they started poking them though, suddenly the scene changed and I think I was miniature and standing in the pie tin...  (Yeah, up till now you were probably thinking, "this doesn't sound like a Tressa dream at all...")

So I was standing in this tin and the cheese things became girls... Models to be more precise.  They looked like they were in these layers of blankets that looked like different kinds of cheesecakes... Chocolate mousse and stuff like that...  These toothpicks were actually being stuck into the girls though, and the less firm the dessert blankets were around these girls, the more angled the toothpick had to be stuck into them.  So if they had a firm cheesecake-like surrounding, the toothpick was stuck straight up and down, but then there was one who basically looked like pudding in a pie shape and the toothpick was basically going straight in from the side and through the girl like that...

Yeah... Then I woke up...  Kinda craving cheese...

Most Disturbing Yet... Sorry, Jaron.

Just to let you know straight up, I do not in any way injure or kill Jaron in this dream.  

Now that we have that clear, let me tell you what I remember from this one.

The beginning of this dream is set in a golden field of wheat.  Jaron was there and he was having an argument with someone.  This other person started running away and Jaron pulled out a gun and shot him in the back.  

I screamed and Jaron turned to me and raised his gun again.  I begged him not to shoot, but he put the barrel of the gun up to my mouth and pulled the trigger.  I kept telling him to stop but he kept shooting.  The sensation was really weird...  My teeth and lips felt numb like I had just gone to the dentist.  Then he put the gun under my chin and squeezed the trigger again.  Instead of a bullet though, that one sent shrapnel through my chin and neck.

Just then the rest of the family appeared and I went through each member (including Jaron even though I was still mad that he'd shot me) and told them how much I love them as I lay there dying.  

Kindy suggested that we go to the hospital and see if they could save me.  I agreed to go, so we hopped on our bicycles and started down the street to the hospital.  After a few feet though, I was so dizzy it was clear I couldn't ride my bike all the way to the hospital.  I told Kindy that and she said, "ok... I guess we can take my car then."

Then I woke up, very disturbed.

Mermen and Shoot-outs

K, let's see how much of this I remember at the end of the school day.

It started out like I was watching a movie.  There was a lake or river or something with a traffic bridge over it.  The bridge started to raise in the middle but there were two cars that were headed towards each other.  They flew off their respective bridge sections and almost smashed into each other, head-on, but then at the last second they missed and landed in the water.  

Out in the water there was a small boat with a crane on it, fishing for the cars that had just fallen.  The passengers in the car closest to me were both in the water, conscious and yelling to get the boat's attention.  The crane operator had just started to lift the car out of the water, when one of the people near the car started screaming at the top of their lungs in anguish.  Then they realized that the crane was actually pulling this one passenger up and was hooked just under the mastoid bone (behind the ear) where the skull attached.  They got the person unhooked, then the scene changed.

I was in my roommate's room and she had all these elaborate kerchiefs and wooden dolls hanging on the bedpost on the foot of her bed from all the different countries she's visited.  I remember one doll in particular.  He was a very Scandinavian-looking doll with the red, pointy nose, cheeks, and chin.  His upper body was dressed in a white dress shirt and his arms were attached at the wrists so that they were always folded on where his knees would have been but his lower body was a fish.

I left that room and started feeling funny.  I asked someone if I had a scar under my ear on my right side because I think I may have gotten a hook stuck in it earlier but I wasn't sure... It could have been a dream or something...  She told me there was a scar there and asked if I was ok.  I told her I was and kept wandering around.  So apparently the person getting dragged out of the water was me.  Good to know.

Then the scene kinda changed again and this part is kind of fuzzy.  I was still feeling funny from having been lifted up by the skull with a crane, but I was with a group of about 3 people I knew somehow in a mall or something.  They were family, or step-family, but I don't know who they were.

Anyway, the woman in my dream who was like my step-mom pulled out a gun and started shooting, but it turned out to be a toy gun.  I stepped in as back-up and threw her mine (I think I had taken it from my roommate's room) but I think it turned out to be a toy as well.  

Embarrassed and scared, we jumped into our tight little Audi TT and took off.

Then I woke up.

Spiders and Catholics

So I had kind of a weird dream last night.

Actually it had two parts.  What I remember of the first one is super short.  I dreamed that there was this little brown spider and I was with one of my friends who told me that I should play with it cuz it wouldn't bite me.  I told them I didn't believe that it wouldn't bite me so I picked it up and put my finger right on its mouth and held it there for a little while until it totally clamped down and I couldn't get it off my finger.  It hurt like hell but at least I'd proved my friend wrong.  :)

Then I had a dream that I went to a catholic priest (I JUST now realized that I got a message from a guy last night who had a priest collar on!  Now it all makes sense... Kind of...) and he told me I had to do 30 Hail Marys but didn't tell me how.  I knew that I needed to kneel on a bible and one of their prayer books but I didn't have one of those so I used a bible and a book of Mormon.  I knelt down and said (in my head) "Mary, mother of God," crossed myself, kissed my thumb, then kissed the ground.  I did that 30 times but I still didn't feel like I was forgiven.

Then I met this woman in my mom's ward and I asked her how to do it.  She laughed and said that I was close, but that after the beginning I needed to state my sin and end with "Amen."

I was a little put out because I had just done this mini version 30 times.  I tried the longer version once but then got distracted.  I decided it was too much work and thought maybe I'd just go to a Mormon bishop or something.

Meanwhile, the relief society was having a pilates/yoga/kickboxing workshop and there were all these different rooms where people were doing these things and I was wandering from room to room looking for that lady again to ask her if I did it right.  (I didn't want to do 30 of the wrong ones again...) 

In each room I would sit down and watch people for a few minutes and make comments to myself out loud about what they were doing and then get surprised that they had heard when they responded to what I had said.  

After a while, Alicia, mom, and Kindy came out of their classes went to the dessert tables outside.  There were two tables.  One with chocolates on them and one with banana-flavored stuff.  I woke up still trying to decide which one I wanted...

Building Badmitton

I have sort of a reputation for my crazy dreams, so I thought I'd start out my blog with the one from last night.

I was standing on top of a tall building over-looking a strange city.  On either side of this building there were two huge trampoline-type nets.  I was standing on this roof with my friend, Micah.  He came up with this idea of Building Badmitton.  He got a long, thick stick and put one of those plastic cage things from the end of a badmitton birdie on the end of it.  He threw it down to the net, it hit right in the middle and then perfectly floated over to the other one and bounced back and forth for a while.  

Then Micah left and I decided to try it.  Only then did I realize just how dangerous this little game was as we were playing high above cars, glass buildings, and pedestrians.  Well, I wasn't as good at it as Micah was and didn't hit the net in the right place and sent it sailing off into a park or something.  

Now that my "birdie" was gone, I decided to try jumping down and seeing if I could bounce back and forth with my body instead.  Obviously that was a bad idea, but I had to try!  

So, try I did.  I jumped down to the net, landed all wrong again, and was thrown the 20 or so feet to the ground.  

Two or three girls came to my rescue, one of them being a nurse from the hospital across the street.  I was too embarrassed to tell them what I had actually been doing so I made something up.  I don't remember the story I gave them, but they put me between them, with my arms around their shoulders and they walked me into the hospital. 

We were on our way to an X-ray room to see what kind of damage I'd done when the nurse was called away to a different room because they had a birthday in there and they needed her to sing.  (TGI Friday's style)  Once she was done in there, we started heading towards the X-ray room again, but she kept getting called away to sing.  

Finally annoyed enough with her lack of attentiveness, I convinced myself that my injuries were probably going to just heal on their own whether or not I knew what they were.  So I left the hospital still all broken and in pain and then I woke up.

What does it all mean?  Personally, I think it means my body wanted a break from snowboarding.  I've gone twice in the last 3 days and was contemplating going this morning.  I think my body was telling me not to.