Hello

I guess this should've been the first post of my blog. But I wanted to start right away! Who needs intros? Why do you need to know who I am? You'll find out all about me just by reading my dream posts.

But let's do this the right way, anyway --



Hello, (your name here). I am so glad you found your way here..!

I've said it so many times, but I haven't said it on this blog yet, so here goes:





Simply put, I decided to start this blog because I love to write. I've had a livejournal, a xanga, a myspace... and I wrote on all of them. I now have a facebook, which is treated the same way. Even a twitter.

But I need a place to better organize myself and my thoughts, and to focus on one thing and one thing only (such a redundant phrase...): my dreams.
I intend for this to take the place of my written dream journals that I've kept for years, and to make this available to anyone who wants to read them. I think I'm past the keep-it-secret phase -- I want to share them with you! I want to know what you think of them. I want others' opinions.

That will come with readers. And maybe they (you?) will come with time.



So for now, even if nobody is here yet, someone will be, soon enough. I'll just wait patiently and keep writing. :)





A little about me:



I'm very family-oriented. Just ask my boyfriend.

I laugh at my own jokes in my head, which sometimes confuses people. I'm okay with that.

I have a feeling I come across as a snob to those who just see me in passing, because I walk quickly and usually wear a blank expression, and I tend to avoid eye contact or just handle passing-hellos very awkwardly. But I promise you, I'm probably lost in my own thoughts -- I'm just shy. Once you get to know me, though, I open up and smile a lot.

Unless I'm focused on work. Once I switch gears and enter work mode, the littlest interruption can bother me. ...but that still doesn't mean I don't like you.

I have a hobby of creating music videos in my head while listening to music and looking out the window of a car/bus/train/etc.

I have a game that I like to play with lines in the ground, while I'm walking. It's a little bit more complicated than, "Step on the crack and you'll break your mother's back," but it does have to do with avoiding them. It would take me a good paragraph or two to explain it, though, so I won't.

I also have a math game that I like to play with digital clocks when I get bored. For an entire minute, I use those numbers on the clock to exercise my basic math skills... just to make sure I don't forget them.

It's easy for me to stay silent for hours. I do it all the time.

I've always been fascinated with Ancient Egyptian architecture. Not even just the architecture, but the culture itself. ...I must go there one day.... I used to like to tell myself that I must've been reincarnated after living in that time period, because I was so mesmerized by it. I still am, but no longer do I tell myself I used to be Egyptian.

I once began writing a story in 4th or 5th grade and continued, on and off again, for the next few years, until I had somewhere around 10 or 11 chapters. Then I gave up -- it was pretty lame, I admit. Haha -- but, hey. I was in 4th or 5th grade when I started. Of course it was pretty mediocre.

I scare myself when I get too tired: I begin to hear things that aren't happening, and sometimes see things out of my peripheral vision. A few times, I've actually even felt things that aren't there. I know I have to sleep, then. But then when I do sleep (and especially if I'm stressed), it's almost guaranteed that I will have sleep paralysis or just some seriously-effed-up dreams...



..which make for the greatest stories,



which make this blog worth it!



You will see how detail-oriented I am when it comes to recalling my dreams. Everything means something, in my mind. So it must all be recorded.

Don't be shocked if you see seven paragraphs or more dedicated to simply sharing them with you.







So now that you know a little bit about me, I hope that's held your attention and made you just a bit curious.
I promise I won't disappoint you with my stories.
And you'll see how they tend to tie in with each other over time -- many of my dreams take place in the same settings and continue with a storyline.

So it's as much a journey for me as it is for you in uncovering the details and sewing them all together to create something cohesive.


Care to join in unlocking my mind?

It was just a dream.

Me: So I dreamt a lot of things last night.
Matt: Tell me.
Me: You were in all of them. I think this was the first time you and "Alex" were the same character.
Matt: Aww.

Me:
I dreamt I was in a new place. My mind was making it up as I went along: it was like things were going from 2D to 3D. At one point, I was looking down from an aerial view: I saw this desert. It was dark orange. But instead of the ground being flat, it had a lot of high and low points. I could see all this erosion that'd happened, like when you see pictures of tall, skinny rocks with a boulder on top, or something. Or a canyon formed by a river that doesn't exist anymore.... And I could see all these shades and tints of orange and red falling over the surface of the rock as I moved lower to the ground. I looked around me and saw you standing next to me.
When I looked up, I saw that this big boulder was falling from high above. So you pulled me out of the way.
And when I got up from fallng over...
we were in another setting. There was this neighborhood that we were in. It was like the ghetto...sort of. Worn, with faded murals on all these walls and underpasses.
I had some paint with me. It was as if I was the one who painted all those murals. And I was back to fix them.
But I didn't have enough paint. I ran out of pink (I thought it was red-orange until I covered part of the wall with it), so you took me to this dollar store. . . . ...It was the nicest dollar store I'd ever been to, haha. It had real quality stuff...
Including some interesting mugs that felt like they were made out of some filtering paper. They were flexible, too (you thought they were weird).
I went over to see what was on the other side of one stand -- it was right next to a railing that I could lean over to see what was below (more merchandise); in the meantime, you went to go find an employee who could tell you where to find blue paint (but I didn't need blue, I needed red-orange).
So I was by the railing leaning over to see what was on the other side of the stand...and this guy comes over, older than you....
He decides he wants to see what's on the other side of the stand, as well. He comes up behind me, and puts his arm around my waist.
And then I think, "Okay. I'm done here."
I try to leave, but he has a hold on me.
Then you come over and he lets go.

Matt: Damn right.

Me:
You took me beside you, and we left while his wife came back from wandering around the store..... And I see him put his arm around her waist the same way he did to me. I felt so violated, so you just held me close while we walked.
We left without getting any paint. I started talking about our son, then. I don't remember what brought it up, or what I said.... But I had something t do. I had to feed him, I think. We had to go back home.
I was talking with some girls who left the store at the same time we did. When I turned to my left to see you, I saw that you were leaning over something.

So I looked around and saw that you were struggling with duct tape....

And something was moving beneath your hands.


Matt: :(


Me:
So I pushed your hands away and saw that you put tape over his mouth and nose. And you had a box ready that you were going to seal with more tape. So I took back our baby, took off the tape,

and tried to comfort him.

I felt so paranoid about trusting anyone anymore.
And I started wondering if you were the same Matthew/Alex that I knew, because something was very wrong about that (obviously) -- you didn't seem the same.
You were so different, I was convinced that you were switched with someone else.

And then I woke up.


Matt: Wow.
Me: So what does it mean?
Matt: I have no idea. . . ......It was just a dream.
Me: I've never had a dream where things change so quickly. It was so unexpected. ...I think there was more, but it might be blending with dreams from the past nights.