long dreams from last night
I woke up with mosquito bites all over my feet.
Probably only interesting to me...
Julia Roberts, Don Draper, and Jax Teller were seperately in my dream last night.
In an older home with Draper, it is not ours, we are looking for something. Searching for something. He says, I wish there was a safe somewhere with it inside. I can no longer remember what it is. I tell him what about the back bedroom, I dont think we have checked it all yet. Meaning before, we have been here before looking. we just got here again, to search. I mention something about checking inside every closet and every bag inside every closet. He goes to the next room, I am in the hallway, looking inside a closet, the stairs up to this level, i assume I am on the second floor are to my left. There are a couple of purses here. It looks like an elderly person maybe lived here and left everything in place when they left or died or whatever. I am looking in the first purse, not much there, pretty empty except for some odds and ends. The purse opens up and has a little shelf with stuff on it and i start to wonder how a purse can have a shelf, how things dont just fall off, when i hear someone behind me.
I looks back, and he is talking to me, he is bald, older 70's maybe. He has a gun raised to my back. He tells me I am going to come work for him, I am going to do what he wants or something, not sure what. He is here searching for the same thing, he wants me to be his helper to find it, do the dirty work so to speak. I look forward again and see Don in the other room, he sees what is happening, he is watching, looking for any move he can make to help me.
All of a sudden, my back to the older man, I feel the hit in my back, and another, I fall, but its not bullets. I pick up the beanbag that hit me, from the beanbag gun, I wave it at Don so he knows, I try to say beanbag gun, but my breath has been knocked out of me. He comes out immediately. He tells the man he and the man can work together. Don sees his passion for finding the item, just as Don has. The need, the desperation. It is their holy grail.
He gets him to move with him to another room. I can still see them, but I am safe from him. I go back to the closet to the other purse and look in it. It has old big buttons sewn into the inside, and a few odds and ends on the bottom. And then a thought strikes me, it has a false bottom. I put my hand down feel that I am correct, but I do not open it. It is my secret. I am not stealing whatever item Don is looking for. I am looking for something else maybe, or I want this for some other reason. I must be quick though, I grab a few other small items from the closet stuff them in the purse, something from the other purse too. And i come out, I tell Don I am going, I tell him why, which I no longer remember. He tells me, this is your ghost. Meaning he is searching for a ghost, for so long, his passion. And what I am doing what is important to me, it is to me like this search is to him. I answer simply, Yes and I start to walk away.
This scene may come here I am unsure. I have a book in my hand. There is something inside it, I am rifling through the pages and bits of paper are falling out, and some money. It's the money I want. 20's, I am thinking to myself, oh this is where my money went when I lost it. But then I don't find all the money that I had lost. And there is a small pile of little papers and bits on the floor from me pulling them out of the book.
Another odd scene. Me and a few other girls maybe. Someone's birthday is coming up. I want to do a special card for them. It is a day off for us. Day off from work. The birthday is for Megan, the real Megan, a fiction writer friend of mine. I have a book and a few other fake books. They have writing on them like they are fake synopsis for books, that somehow would make a funny card if I put them all together like a book series. We are talking about it and trying to decide. I am telling them her name is Megan. I am thinking the other option is to give her real books as a card somehow, but how can I ask her for the back? I cant so I don't do that.
This whole thing may have started with me going to work. Me needing my id card to go to work. Or looking for someone else's id card for them. And I found it in the book maybe. It was bent in one corner, it was the size of a drivers license. I hand it over to someone. Then I am in a very white, very bright coffee shop, possibly bakery, like Sweet Sensations, but not exactly. And Julia Roberts works there. It is my first day. I am supposed to be helping her. Actually I may not be employed there, but I am supposed to help her. We are in the back, there are coffee pots and such everywhere on burners, waiting. She is busy. I ask her if she has a moment if she can just show me around, or show me the things that need to be checked on the most. She tells me she will get to it.
Somehow we jump and now I am making a pot of coffee, but not the real way we do it. I have mulch, as if the mulch is the coffee grounds. And it is supposed to be soaking up the coffee flavor from something wet, and then I put the mulch in the pot and it makes the coffee. The pot has an orange top like I am making decaf. I turn it on and it is coming out very weak, the liquid is not dark. I start thinking the mulch did not absorb enough coffee. I am thinking this pot was for Scott and what am I going to do. I decide I will have to mix it with regular coffee.
There is another scene that I barely remember. It is night, dark, little lights. Outside a big house. It is being explained to me how many celebrities have lived here or come through here. It is supposed to be haunted. This is like a tv show or something, about people spending the night here. They list the celebrities here tonight, and I see one, but i cant think who it is anymore. I decide not to stay. I leave.
The last scene, as in it comes right after the Don scene, and is the final one of this whole dream. I am walking down the street, there are people about, lots of people, like in new york city, but its not nyc, it's more like an odd version of main street in annville. I look across the street and see the restaurant The Beaver and it has gone out of business. Next to it is a DQ, which at first i think is odd, and then I remember that they took over that small spot, and I wonder how my friends regular non DQ ice cream shop will do against it. It front of me, on my side, the left side of the street, I see a second DQ which seems very odd to me, and a small alley and another large restaurant that has failed, I open the door to walk through it, thinking I will disturb no one. But inside I see they are hard at work remaking it into a different restaurant already. Someone, a girl looks at me funny, and I tell her, not to mind me I am just going to walk through, where is there another door. And she points and does not follow me. I get to the center and it is a square bar, set in the middle of the place. I sit down at it, for the seat, not a drink, there is no booze there yet, just the wooden bar and seats. My back to the street, forward the other side of the bar is all glass windows, I can see through out the back another street, but more like an alley. I am waiting for something, watching. Then I see it. Jax Teller walking, black baggy shirt, no motorcycle jacket, no patch, carrying a barstool, beige, the kind with a cushion top and a very short curved cushion back. An old diner style. he is being watched, like he is held hostage or something. There are men surrounding him.
I jump up and am getting out. I say to someone thank you, tell them I found what I am looking for, and remark something about how I am sure they have done the same, had to wait for the thing they were looking for and they said they had. I run out the restaurant, Jax is walking up a wheelchair ramp to a building. I start calling out for Jax. Men turn and look at me, some attempt to block my path. No one takes out a gun. I am close, on the ramp as well, Jax has turned and is looking at me. I start explaining I am just here to hug him, just here to see him, I have no weapons. I drop my bag, I shrug off a backpack. I put my hands in my pockets and show I have nothing in them. They start to wave me threw. One guy says to let me go. I run up to Jax and he has put down the chair and I throw my arms around him. And we hold each other tightly.
That was the end of the dream, when I woke up.
There was one other bit I have remembered though. At a home, that was my own, where I lived with someone else, like scott, but might not have been him. In our attic, there is a problem with the heat or something, we have two large like oil containers, like in our old house. But one of them has been cut open. And I am being told it had to be done because there was something wrong with it. And I am upset because the guy scott ? used isn't licensed and I am worried we will have to disclose it on our home sellers listing thing. And I am worried we wont be able to get someone licensed to come in and fix the whole thing because the initial work was done by an unlicensed person.
I am walking out, leaving, and to get from this room to out of our house you have to walk through an unfixed room. there is no real floor. It is like an attic that is not finished, but the walls are finished it is normal except for the floor. You have to crawl on these beams and there is some old plywood there that is broken. In another room the floor is all cracked and warped as if it could all fall through at any moment, collapse down to the lower level. the floor os a reddish color and i try to walk on the edges by the wall, but I am scared. Out of it all I am talking to someone, telling them I need to go buy some sheets of plywood to put over that unfinished floor.
Also a few nights ago I had a dream that I was a cat. i think I was a grey cat. And there was a second cat, possibily indy and we were going into a building together, like it was a cat world, and we had no worries about owners or people or anything.
Probably only interesting to me...
Julia Roberts, Don Draper, and Jax Teller were seperately in my dream last night.
In an older home with Draper, it is not ours, we are looking for something. Searching for something. He says, I wish there was a safe somewhere with it inside. I can no longer remember what it is. I tell him what about the back bedroom, I dont think we have checked it all yet. Meaning before, we have been here before looking. we just got here again, to search. I mention something about checking inside every closet and every bag inside every closet. He goes to the next room, I am in the hallway, looking inside a closet, the stairs up to this level, i assume I am on the second floor are to my left. There are a couple of purses here. It looks like an elderly person maybe lived here and left everything in place when they left or died or whatever. I am looking in the first purse, not much there, pretty empty except for some odds and ends. The purse opens up and has a little shelf with stuff on it and i start to wonder how a purse can have a shelf, how things dont just fall off, when i hear someone behind me.
I looks back, and he is talking to me, he is bald, older 70's maybe. He has a gun raised to my back. He tells me I am going to come work for him, I am going to do what he wants or something, not sure what. He is here searching for the same thing, he wants me to be his helper to find it, do the dirty work so to speak. I look forward again and see Don in the other room, he sees what is happening, he is watching, looking for any move he can make to help me.
All of a sudden, my back to the older man, I feel the hit in my back, and another, I fall, but its not bullets. I pick up the beanbag that hit me, from the beanbag gun, I wave it at Don so he knows, I try to say beanbag gun, but my breath has been knocked out of me. He comes out immediately. He tells the man he and the man can work together. Don sees his passion for finding the item, just as Don has. The need, the desperation. It is their holy grail.
He gets him to move with him to another room. I can still see them, but I am safe from him. I go back to the closet to the other purse and look in it. It has old big buttons sewn into the inside, and a few odds and ends on the bottom. And then a thought strikes me, it has a false bottom. I put my hand down feel that I am correct, but I do not open it. It is my secret. I am not stealing whatever item Don is looking for. I am looking for something else maybe, or I want this for some other reason. I must be quick though, I grab a few other small items from the closet stuff them in the purse, something from the other purse too. And i come out, I tell Don I am going, I tell him why, which I no longer remember. He tells me, this is your ghost. Meaning he is searching for a ghost, for so long, his passion. And what I am doing what is important to me, it is to me like this search is to him. I answer simply, Yes and I start to walk away.
This scene may come here I am unsure. I have a book in my hand. There is something inside it, I am rifling through the pages and bits of paper are falling out, and some money. It's the money I want. 20's, I am thinking to myself, oh this is where my money went when I lost it. But then I don't find all the money that I had lost. And there is a small pile of little papers and bits on the floor from me pulling them out of the book.
Another odd scene. Me and a few other girls maybe. Someone's birthday is coming up. I want to do a special card for them. It is a day off for us. Day off from work. The birthday is for Megan, the real Megan, a fiction writer friend of mine. I have a book and a few other fake books. They have writing on them like they are fake synopsis for books, that somehow would make a funny card if I put them all together like a book series. We are talking about it and trying to decide. I am telling them her name is Megan. I am thinking the other option is to give her real books as a card somehow, but how can I ask her for the back? I cant so I don't do that.
This whole thing may have started with me going to work. Me needing my id card to go to work. Or looking for someone else's id card for them. And I found it in the book maybe. It was bent in one corner, it was the size of a drivers license. I hand it over to someone. Then I am in a very white, very bright coffee shop, possibly bakery, like Sweet Sensations, but not exactly. And Julia Roberts works there. It is my first day. I am supposed to be helping her. Actually I may not be employed there, but I am supposed to help her. We are in the back, there are coffee pots and such everywhere on burners, waiting. She is busy. I ask her if she has a moment if she can just show me around, or show me the things that need to be checked on the most. She tells me she will get to it.
Somehow we jump and now I am making a pot of coffee, but not the real way we do it. I have mulch, as if the mulch is the coffee grounds. And it is supposed to be soaking up the coffee flavor from something wet, and then I put the mulch in the pot and it makes the coffee. The pot has an orange top like I am making decaf. I turn it on and it is coming out very weak, the liquid is not dark. I start thinking the mulch did not absorb enough coffee. I am thinking this pot was for Scott and what am I going to do. I decide I will have to mix it with regular coffee.
There is another scene that I barely remember. It is night, dark, little lights. Outside a big house. It is being explained to me how many celebrities have lived here or come through here. It is supposed to be haunted. This is like a tv show or something, about people spending the night here. They list the celebrities here tonight, and I see one, but i cant think who it is anymore. I decide not to stay. I leave.
The last scene, as in it comes right after the Don scene, and is the final one of this whole dream. I am walking down the street, there are people about, lots of people, like in new york city, but its not nyc, it's more like an odd version of main street in annville. I look across the street and see the restaurant The Beaver and it has gone out of business. Next to it is a DQ, which at first i think is odd, and then I remember that they took over that small spot, and I wonder how my friends regular non DQ ice cream shop will do against it. It front of me, on my side, the left side of the street, I see a second DQ which seems very odd to me, and a small alley and another large restaurant that has failed, I open the door to walk through it, thinking I will disturb no one. But inside I see they are hard at work remaking it into a different restaurant already. Someone, a girl looks at me funny, and I tell her, not to mind me I am just going to walk through, where is there another door. And she points and does not follow me. I get to the center and it is a square bar, set in the middle of the place. I sit down at it, for the seat, not a drink, there is no booze there yet, just the wooden bar and seats. My back to the street, forward the other side of the bar is all glass windows, I can see through out the back another street, but more like an alley. I am waiting for something, watching. Then I see it. Jax Teller walking, black baggy shirt, no motorcycle jacket, no patch, carrying a barstool, beige, the kind with a cushion top and a very short curved cushion back. An old diner style. he is being watched, like he is held hostage or something. There are men surrounding him.
I jump up and am getting out. I say to someone thank you, tell them I found what I am looking for, and remark something about how I am sure they have done the same, had to wait for the thing they were looking for and they said they had. I run out the restaurant, Jax is walking up a wheelchair ramp to a building. I start calling out for Jax. Men turn and look at me, some attempt to block my path. No one takes out a gun. I am close, on the ramp as well, Jax has turned and is looking at me. I start explaining I am just here to hug him, just here to see him, I have no weapons. I drop my bag, I shrug off a backpack. I put my hands in my pockets and show I have nothing in them. They start to wave me threw. One guy says to let me go. I run up to Jax and he has put down the chair and I throw my arms around him. And we hold each other tightly.
That was the end of the dream, when I woke up.
There was one other bit I have remembered though. At a home, that was my own, where I lived with someone else, like scott, but might not have been him. In our attic, there is a problem with the heat or something, we have two large like oil containers, like in our old house. But one of them has been cut open. And I am being told it had to be done because there was something wrong with it. And I am upset because the guy scott ? used isn't licensed and I am worried we will have to disclose it on our home sellers listing thing. And I am worried we wont be able to get someone licensed to come in and fix the whole thing because the initial work was done by an unlicensed person.
I am walking out, leaving, and to get from this room to out of our house you have to walk through an unfixed room. there is no real floor. It is like an attic that is not finished, but the walls are finished it is normal except for the floor. You have to crawl on these beams and there is some old plywood there that is broken. In another room the floor is all cracked and warped as if it could all fall through at any moment, collapse down to the lower level. the floor os a reddish color and i try to walk on the edges by the wall, but I am scared. Out of it all I am talking to someone, telling them I need to go buy some sheets of plywood to put over that unfinished floor.
Also a few nights ago I had a dream that I was a cat. i think I was a grey cat. And there was a second cat, possibily indy and we were going into a building together, like it was a cat world, and we had no worries about owners or people or anything.