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Dream #287
I definitely had a Hurricane Katrina dream earlier this week. I know that I was standing in my grandma's back yard in kanakakee, looking at the river which was rapidly rising to the banks. The wind was blowing hard, and I almost think that I was hanging on to the gutters to not fly away. Can't remember a lot of details, but somehow ended back at my parents' with a second hurricane coming on. The sky was purple and yellow, ominous. I opened the front door to take a look outside over the farm and the cats ran out towards the shed! I ran over there, very leerly that the winds could take us away at any minute, grabbed Star Sprinkles first - put him in the house. When I tried to get Popsickle, he started to climb up the post by the shed. Now Popsickle is very old and hasn't tried to climb anything on free will in like 8 years. But I got him in the house. I wanted to get Rascal, but he is so fat and hates to be picked up, especially when you're in a panic. So, he stayed out and I felt very guilty in the dream.
Dream #288
I had been corresponding with my brother over the internet for a while in the dream since he's in New York and we're all out here in the Midwest. Well, his emails and IMs suddenly stopped coming - and I received some inside information that he had been killed out there by someone. I spent a lot of time on the internet in the dream trying to contact him in any way possible to see if he was really dead or alive.
Dream #289
Sitting in a classroom shaped like the band or chorus room. It was very dark, and there were only a few in the class, maybe 8-10. Brant was one of them. I sat in the row behind him. The professor or teacher was talking about different ways people eat food and mentioned something about the south park episode where the characters were putting food in their asses and excreting out of their mouths. I made some stupid comment exposing Brant to the class because he too likes to put things in the rear. He got really upset about it and we started fighting right there in the class room. I was screaming hateful things to him and vice versa. I had a lot of hate for him in the dream (which I guess isn't too far from reality anyway). I remember picking up my stack of books and slamming them against the side of his head.
We always fight this way in dreams.
Dream #290
Can't remember a lot of details again, but I know that Kathy was moving back into Bruce's house, but by herself this time. And I remember walking through the field behind the shed, trying to get back to the house quickly. I know I wanted to cut through the cedars next to the shed to get into the yard.
I go through this a lot in dreams too.
I definitely had a Hurricane Katrina dream earlier this week. I know that I was standing in my grandma's back yard in kanakakee, looking at the river which was rapidly rising to the banks. The wind was blowing hard, and I almost think that I was hanging on to the gutters to not fly away. Can't remember a lot of details, but somehow ended back at my parents' with a second hurricane coming on. The sky was purple and yellow, ominous. I opened the front door to take a look outside over the farm and the cats ran out towards the shed! I ran over there, very leerly that the winds could take us away at any minute, grabbed Star Sprinkles first - put him in the house. When I tried to get Popsickle, he started to climb up the post by the shed. Now Popsickle is very old and hasn't tried to climb anything on free will in like 8 years. But I got him in the house. I wanted to get Rascal, but he is so fat and hates to be picked up, especially when you're in a panic. So, he stayed out and I felt very guilty in the dream.
Dream #288
I had been corresponding with my brother over the internet for a while in the dream since he's in New York and we're all out here in the Midwest. Well, his emails and IMs suddenly stopped coming - and I received some inside information that he had been killed out there by someone. I spent a lot of time on the internet in the dream trying to contact him in any way possible to see if he was really dead or alive.
Dream #289
Sitting in a classroom shaped like the band or chorus room. It was very dark, and there were only a few in the class, maybe 8-10. Brant was one of them. I sat in the row behind him. The professor or teacher was talking about different ways people eat food and mentioned something about the south park episode where the characters were putting food in their asses and excreting out of their mouths. I made some stupid comment exposing Brant to the class because he too likes to put things in the rear. He got really upset about it and we started fighting right there in the class room. I was screaming hateful things to him and vice versa. I had a lot of hate for him in the dream (which I guess isn't too far from reality anyway). I remember picking up my stack of books and slamming them against the side of his head.
We always fight this way in dreams.
Dream #290
Can't remember a lot of details again, but I know that Kathy was moving back into Bruce's house, but by herself this time. And I remember walking through the field behind the shed, trying to get back to the house quickly. I know I wanted to cut through the cedars next to the shed to get into the yard.
I go through this a lot in dreams too.