Spectacular white bathroom and destroying a laptop

• color white
• my sister
• cats
• painting
• travel
• my mom
• cleaning supplies
• living stuffed animals
• van
• laptop
• restaurant
• kitchen
• bathroom
• hotub
• my husband
• anger
• sadness

The first part of the dream consisted of me actually working out how to paint different pictures and what techniques I should use. Pretty boring since that is all I was doing. I actually woke up after this part and thought 'well, that will be easy to remember'.

Second part, probably after I went back to sleep was about my laptop and me. I don't really remember where I was, it seems like I might have  been in college or going to meetings somewhere with tables and chairs. The only thing that really happened was that someone or something made me really angry and I destroyed my laptop.

I had just recently gotten one, I don't really remember much of this part, I just know it was very new and I was very happy with it (probably mirrors my waking feelings). I was doing some sort of test and part of the test was either I had to type something or plug in a keyboard. Yes, I know laptops have built in keyboards. I am typing on one now, but in my dream my laptop was more like a very small PC.

Anyway, all the other people around me had theirs all plugged in and I realized I couldn't find my regular keyboard. I looked all through the backpack that I wore to keep all my laptop things and I found a bunch of old keyboards and was about to give up when I found the only other USB keyboard we have (which we do, the one I was looking for is broken in real life, and the one I found we use on the PC). By the time I got back to my "laptop" I probably only had a few seconds left to plug in my keyboard. I couldn't fit it into the little USB port and time was up. I lost out on something because of something so stupid.

Cue the roiling anger and fireworks. I destroyed the laptop, cracking the screen and stepping on the keyboard. I was fully aware that I had just gotten this and it had cost quite a bit to get it. I didn't care. I wanted to destroy something. In the same vein of my usual (and not quite straight) thinking, I felt better destroying something I valued.

A little while later after I had calmed down, I felt bad about what I did and went back to my husband and told him what I did. For some reason by this time, the laptop had already been sent off to be examined. He told me what they were doing and how much they were going to charge to return the laptop back to me in one piece with all the information and files I had moved onto it. It was more than twice the cost of the laptop brand new! He said he opted to just rebuild another one for me and ordered it. I remember being upset because I hadn't been part of the building so I had no idea what he did. He said he made it exactly like the other one and I thought to myself that I would have liked to tweak a few things.

Yes. It's my inner brat!

Next part of my dream I was traveling with my family, the only people I can confirm that were there for sure was my mom and my youngest older sister (if I mention a sister in my dreams it will probably be her). I have no idea where we were going, but we had a lot of stuff and all my cats were with us. I don't think there is hardly a dream that I have where there ISN'T a cat.

As usual, I only remember a bit of this dream. We arrived at a place I used to play at as a child. This place still exists in real life and I actually kind of miss it. It's out in the country with cows and horses; pastures and trees.  I think we needed to stop for supplies and use the restroom, or at least my sister and I did. We don't speak to these people anymore, so I was just kinda standing around waiting for someone to tell me where we had permission to go when my sister said 'hey we can go in here'.

Here was a sort of apartment the people built there for their daughter to live. It was in the back of a workshop and it ran the entire back length of the building. I had a friend that had lived there and I remember both how it looked before it was an apartment and afterward. I think I was always fascinated with it.

I wasn't sure we should be going into this apartment as I remember people lived there, but when I stepped inside I was shocked. The entire apartment was changed. Gone was the carpet and furniture and pretty much everything that had made it look like an apartment. The entire thing was redone in pure white. Pure white tiles on the walls and the floors, the ceilings and windows and the mini kitchen were done in white. Everything was pristine and pure and shining. The most amazing thing was the biggest hot tub thing in the very center of the main room. It was so deep that even though the most bottom part was filled with water, my sister was completely submerged pulling a plug to empty the rest of the water out. (I have no idea why she did this. When she did this all I could think was "Great now she's soaking wet").  I actually told her how shocked I was at the entire place.

This place eventually morphed into the kitchen from my old house. We ended up finding a toilet in the adjoining room, so the layout was basically the old kitchen. I think by the time I found the toilet she had already used it. At some point between then and when I needed to go, we had to fend off a very annoying living stuffed animal that kept bothering us. I think she ended up putting it outside through the backdoor.

My mom came in and started fussing about the place not being spotless or something equally silly. She said she wanted to leave soon and she had all sorts of cleaning supplies with her and asked us to hurry and finish up so we could leave.

We both left, and we ended up walking down wooden steps towards the back of a white van, and I could see all kinds of cats wandering around outside. I only thought of how long it would take to round them up because I guess they let them out to do their cat business.

I don't remember anything else, I think I woke up.

Old Apartment, playing guitar and the half garden

Last nights dream was more epic.

• apartment
• cats
• rabbits
• wolves
• guitar
• people I don't know
• golf cart

First thing I remember was someone (I think my husband) asking me if I remembered my old apartment and if I would like to visit it. Oddly enough, I do remember this apartment, one I had in a previous dream. It was small, cramped and had no windows, sort of like an attic space. I have no idea how long it has been since I had a dream about that apartment. When I remembered it I went "Ahhhh!" inside my head (in my dream) and I remembered what had happened and why I did not live there anymore. The reason why the apartment was brought up was because whoever had mentioned it to me in the first place also said that my dad was still paying for it and visited the website where the apartments still remained. The last time I had been there I had still been into sticker collecting and that was something I had left inside it. I was curious to go back and see this long forgotten place, somewhere I had left a LOT of things from my past; things I had forgotten about.

I remember arriving at a building complex. I'm not sure if it was apartments or some other sort of building. I arrived with another person, maybe 2 more but I can't remember who they were. We were lost because it was night and could only wander around by security lights. We ended up wandering around until we saw someone going where I could only assume was my old apartment.

When I got inside I suddenly remembered what happened. When I had lived there, I had lived on my own while my husband (I think) lived somewhere else for work. I had a room mate, a quiet guy who for some weird reason was still living there by himself. The room looked exactly as I had left it, or what I had left behind anyway. -note- Unless you've had a dream where you've revisited a place like this before, you wouldn't really understand how it all felt. - I had drawings tacked all over the walls, things were still under the bed, and I think there was a closet that was still full of things I didn't take with me. The reason why I had left in the first place was because I couldn't stay there on my own. The place had been haunted or I had been haunted, in any case, I was uncomfortable there. All of this had happened years ago and it was amazing that the place still existed.

I think after I looked around I talked to the guy that still lived there and I think he just said he had stayed (for what reason I don't know).

After this bit it gets a little jumbled. Later on I was in another place, maybe a this house or a house I've been to, and I had a guitar. In real life, I have no idea how to play the guitar, so in my dream I was surprised to find out that I could play quite effortlessly. I've had dreams like this, where I can play an instrument or sing with no prior knowledge of the instrument or the song I'm singing. Usually I enjoy myself a lot, and in this dream, this was no exception. I played the guitar for a certain group of people outdoors near the edge of a forest and as evening came they had to leave. One by one they turned into wolves and disappeared into the forest. The distinct feeling I got from this was that I really wanted to join them, and I was jealous. Something stopped me from going with them, but I'm not sure what. -note- The guitar melody I kept playing was on an acoustic guitar and was in a picked style, sort of like folk guitar or Spanish flamenco style. It was very beautiful but something like a god told me I was playing it too fast. (lol).

Another thing I saw was a garden grown by someone I either did or did not know. She seemed familiar, but I don't remember her. I was chasing a cat that turned into a rabbit into a garden and it was going after some vegetables. The garden was very odd. The carrots, which grew around the bottoms of some taller plants, looked already peeled, as were the potatoes, which I saw somewhere else. When I looked at the taller plants, they had small tomatoes, peppers and other things, but all of them were cut in half. I asked her why all her vegetables and what not were in pieces and she told me she was growing them for their seeds. Weird. I guess it was just half a garden.

I had to get a golf cart fixed because sometime in my dream (part that I forgot) I was on some sort of wild adventure and one of my friends broke a golf cart. The person I was working for said that I had to go with him to get it fixed because it was my responsibility to at least accompany him. All the parts where I go with him and it gets fixed is blurry or didn't happen, because the only part I remember next is getting the bill for the repair and paying for it. The lady at the front desk that took care of the paperwork was blond with glasses and seemed unfriendly. She told me what the total amount was. I think it was 700 but it morphed again on paper after I looked at the bill. I was surprised at the low amount and questioned her as to why it was so cheap. She said that my boss, Mr. Alan, got a special discount and I looked to see how much. The total amount with each part added ended up being closer to 5k. Below all that was a few deductions with the name Mr. Alan next to it. After I looked it all over, she took the money I had as well as the bill. This is where it gets kinda weird. She took the bill and fed the entire thing, clipboard and all into a paper shredder that she could hold up in the air. She also fed her fingers into the paper shredder but it didn't hurt her. She seemed very amused by the entire business and was giggling to herself as she shredded the bill and clipboard. After she was done, she was a lot nicer to me and I think she said good bye and I left. (I guess).

There was also something of a romance between a maid and an older limo driver, but I can't remember much of that so I can't really write about it. I do know the entire thing was as detailed and as paced as a movie. Ever had a dream that seemed like it was movie? I usually remember those a lot better, but my husband woke me up by bumping around the room in the dark so I probably forgot all of it. The only reason why I remembered all the other stuff is because if I wake up before I'm supposed to, I take like 5-10 minutes to memorize whatever parts of my dreams I can remember (I fully intended to go back to sleep, but that didn't happen, meh).

I think I'll try to sleep some more, I feel weird.

Another weird dream

Last nights dream was kinda disturbing.

I think I forgot most of the dream due to being jerked out of sleep by someone wrenching open my door.

The only part I can remember now is arriving at my old house (not this one) with Scott and finding some old woman lived there. There were also a lot of other people. The only woman put everyone else inside a closet for different reasons depending on who they were.

Good people (I think like children and the people who were called unicorns...) were just placed in there until a certain time when she would release them to be free under the condition that they completely left the area.

The other people, I'm assuming bad or otherwise, were supposed to die down there. I think they were represented by cats.

This dream is sorta like the movie "The People Under the Stairs". I didn't really know what was going on with these people. The area where they were supposed to be was a tiny closet that had been under the stairs. In my dream I would walk past it and I would only see a large, empty, tiled closet. It actually looked like a pale yellow shower but not. Idunno.

The old woman herself was very eccentric but I didn't get a bad feeling off her. She wasn't really the wicked witch type; but keeping people in a closet makes you wonder.

I think the dream really started to kick off when I was sent to put something upstairs in the attic. As I climbed the stairs I could hear things like crying, screaming, whimpering; just plain sounds of horror and suffering. I tried to ignore this and finished up my business and quickly made my way back down the steps. With each step the cries could still be heard, and only after I stepped off the steps did the cries cease.

Later on the old woman just opened up the closet door and said it was time to let the good ones out. One of the children that left the closet was a boy about the age of 11 or 12. He seemed very familiar and I might have met him somewhere in the dream, maybe even before he was placed in the closet.

I think he may have asked me how I was doing, and he might have been a little sarcastic. One thing I do remember him saying was something to the effect of "Once you've been down there for a long time, the things that you have to deal with out here [not in the closet] seem like nothing."

He and a couple of others left but a few more were just sitting the in closet, either waiting to be called out or for some other reason; they just didn't leave. I got a bad feeling about this.

Suddenly, all the ones that she had been letting out burst from the closet and then a huge whirring sound could be heard. Someone said that the others had escaped, the bad ones. They had somehow broken out from somewhere in the attic and come out of a window and off the roof. But no, they didn't just run away. They started to come back into the house and broke windows to get in. They looked like a lot of angry cats and sometimes also appeared as people.

In this confusion I knew they were out to kill the old woman for imprisoning them inside the closet and so I told my husband that we had to leave right away. So we were gathering up our things, which for some reason included some important documents, folders, papers and a laptop. All of this was heavy and I couldn't carry it all so I told him to get the rest and to get to the jeep.

I ran outside to the car and a lot of these people followed me. I opened up the front or side door and people were jumping inside or trying to prevent me from getting inside. I finally punched and kicked my way into the seat and tried to shut the door and lock it. By this time, the jeep had morphed into a helicopter. I have no idea where Scott is at this time, and I've already figured they would burn the old woman alive.

Unfortunately, I didn't stay asleep long enough to finish the dream so I have no idea if Scott made it out alive or not, or whether we managed to escape or not.

Bunches of things

I slept a lot better last night, thanks to taking a melatonin. Anyway, my dreams were a jumbled mess; but I think they were rather random anyway. Things I saw:

• cats
• kittens
• a puppy
• cleaning up after puppy
• people I know
• people I don't know
• dogs
• bell peppers
• tomatoes
• my front yard
• my house
• street
• people mediating in a circle
• some exacting revenge on me
• animal abuse (implied)
• comforting people
• some empty house or warehouse

I have no idea where I actually start remembering my dream(s) from last night. I vaguely remember being in a room that is a combination of my childhood house and my current one, well my bedroom at least. I get a puppy, but I forget who gives it to me. I remember having to sorta hide it because my mom doesn't like animals in the house. I don't name the puppy but I say "my little boy" but I find out that it's a girl dog but I don't change what I say. (lol)

I spend some time in my bedroom calling to the puppy while trying to hide it at the same time, but it mainly stays under my bed so it isn't much of a problem. Eventually the puppy makes a mess after I wake up the next day and as I am cleaning it up, I think my mom walks in.

Someone else walks in and exacts revenge on me. I don't really feel like describing it, but it ended up not working. I'm not really sure why this person did this. Emotions that ensued: surprise, anxiety, sadness, feeling of betrayal, and then stubborn indifference.

Sometime later, I think I must have heard a sound of dogs barking outside. This usually means that they are trying to get at our cats so both my husband and I rush outside to protect them. What happens is a bunch of running around and trying to find the kittens they are trying to kill. Oddly enough the kittens are grown up cats in real life, but in my dream they are all kittens and hiding in the weird places the mother cat used to put them.

This is where I see weird things like kittens running out from under plants missing tails and another cat who appears mutilated giving birth to kittens that appear dead or like shiny round toys. This was actually a female cat we used to have but something killed her. She was ripped open and in pieces (so my nephew told me).
The kitten missing its tail kinda runs around sorta like it's drunk, but as I picked it up the tail grew back.

The tomatoes and bell peppers are things I fall into. For some reason in my dream my dad is growing these vegetables where you'd normally grown flowers; in some planters next to some steps leading up to our deck.

I'm not sure what happens first, but I do see people running on the street in front of our house in the middle of the night. I end up tracking some people down who I feel are doing things I don't agree with in a building somewhere. I've never been to this building in waking life or in dreams. I think what happens is this person I used to know disappeared and so I went to find him.

I ended up in this building where these people gathered from time to time, but I got the feeling they weren't very nice for the most part. I found a group of them meditating in a room with a person I've never seen before leading the meditation. He had somewhat long, wavy blond hair wearing loose fitting white clothing. When I walked over to them I felt as if these people were gathering together in secret and in protest; they didn't agree with what they others were doing. I felt that they were nervous to see me and I walked over to them. I must have appeared to be suspicious, dangerous or both; because they shifted a lot and the leader gave them a meaningful look and got up to meet me. This is where I stop in front of him as he stood up and I patted him on the head. I dunno.

The others come back and the person whom I was looking for also appears. He is upset and I go to comfort him and he tells me he was away because he was made to help his parents all day and couldn't come back (back to what I don't remember, but I think at the time I understood). I helped him do whatever it was he was doing, I think it was putting things up in a refrigerator, or organizing some plants on a counter top. 

All in all just another set of weird dreams. I did enjoy the puppy bit, however.