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Not last night, but the night before...

No, twenty-four robbers did not come knocking on my door. Instead, I had a very odd dream. Apparently, our Congressional Representative (which in my dream was not Chris Van Hollen, and I wish it weren't in real life, but hey) had to quit on short notice due to some kind of health problem. The local Democratic committee decided (why?) to run me. They told me on the day of the Special Election. I won.

As it turns out, Congressional Representatives live in circumstances similar to summer camp: a huge tent filled with bunk beds. The other women and I were complaining about how the men got a hot tub and we didn't. Still, we were comfortable enough, and all our dinners were paid for - dinners out at nice restaurants in the DC area. There were perks.

I was pretty sure my time in this little club was limited, and I was worried about the stability of my family life if I stayed in Congress, so I decided to focus on just one issue, and struggled between international conflicts and LGBT rights. Apparently, I chose LGBT rights, because my first speech on the floor of the House began, "My name is J_______ P_______, and I am here to recruit you." (I may have given the entire hope speech - not sure.)

Then my (current) boss came marching up to me in Congressional group housing and started yelling at me about how I didn't call to tell her I wouldn't be coming in, and she had to figure out where I was from the news.

I went in to work yesterday feeling oddly guilty.
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I dreamed that the Goddess of the Dead invaded Target while we were shopping there, and a few of the other shoppers pleaded for their children's lives (why [livejournal.com profile] papertigers and I were spared, I don't know). They were all to be turned into zombies, but she granted the people their children's lives. She seemed to find it all very amusing. One of the women who had already been turned into a zombie took her child home, made sure he got cleaned up and dressed, and helped him pack a bag, all without touching him. He was very upset and we had to explain that Mommy was sick and didn't want him to get sick, so she couldn't touch him. That didn't quite explain why she wouldn't look at or talk to him, but he was seven and we were trying not to make the situation more traumatic than it had to be.

Then, since everyone else was a zombie (and we suddenly had custody of three kids), we got free stuff at Target. That was fun.
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Last night's dream was particularly odd. I dreamed that [livejournal.com profile] radicalphear was my sister (she's actually my cousin) and we shared a room. I had gotten undressed in order to put my pyjamas on without noticing that the curtain was open and there was a whole group of guys across the street watching and shouting lewd things. I was afraid, so I called out to my mother, who didn't want to be bothered with coming to my room. Instead, she picked up the phone and called... THE DYKE SQUAD.

In minutes, a woman arrived at my window. She asked what the problem was, magically took care of the scary men outside, comforted me because my mother couldn't be bothered, gave me Puerto Rican food (which I couldn't identify if you handed it to me), and promised to check in the next day. She was wearing a blue t-shirt marked "lesbian," which is apparently the Dyke Squad's uniform. I wanted to date her, but she ended up dating [livejournal.com profile] radicalphear instead while I dealt with the demands of a spider queen who required human sacrifice to prevent her from killing me. [livejournal.com profile] papertigers helped with this part (having magically appeared out of nothing at this point in the dream).

At some point, the Dyke Squad woman and [livejournal.com profile] radicalphear were wandering around a cross between Paris and Venice (Italy) - basically, Paris with canals - and called [livejournal.com profile] papertigers to ask if we would like ice cream and, if so, what kind. I said I wanted Coffee Heath Bar Crunch or any coffee-chocolate combination ice cream. [livejournal.com profile] papertigers was odd about this and insisted that I "only wanted Ben & Jerry's" because I was so difficult. I kept saying, "Or anything coffee and chocolate flavored!" but she wasn't listening. In the meantime, we had to serve the spider queen and help J.G. (a foster father of mine) talk about the problems with the American grading system with Diane Rehm.

At the end of the dream, we all went to IHOP to get coffee, only to realize that it was only open from 8-10 a.m.

When I woke up and told [livejournal.com profile] papertigers about the dream, she commented that we really need a Dyke Squad.

Dream

Feb. 24th, 2010 07:24 am
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I had the oddest, most interesting dream last night. It included references to Thornton Wilder, though the meat of it involved my fighting in the Battle of Thermopylae, oddly enough for the Athenians rather than the Spartans. I literally half-woke when the battle had advanced to the point that I was crushed under my falling comrades and could not breathe. (I think I was actually having breathing problems at that point in the evening; I get those sometimes, and it would account for both my panic and my inability to wake myself up.) After the battle, everyone, including my fearless commander (Fr. Mel Webber, a former pastor of mine, who was also married in this dream, which he is not in real life), thought I was dead. I told them that I was and that nevertheless I felt cold. (Somehow architecture played a big part in this dream, too.) It started to snow. Then a whole lot of kids got mixed up in the dream, and a caterpillar, and a very attractive woman who was dating my aunt (which aunt? that was never made clear).

Lesson: Do not fight in the rear guard at Thermopylae. It's very tiring.

Final Day

Nov. 25th, 2009 06:46 am
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I woke up this morning at 5, unable to breathe. I got up at 6:30. I still can't breathe. However, I did have an interesting dream that one could speak an entire language by spitting watermelon seeds.

Lots to do today; we're leaving tomorrow.

✓go to Target for charger
✓buy cat food
✓make cat food
✓clean litterboxes
✓fill cat water
✓clean stove and counters
✓finish packing
✓print airport and car confirmation
✓print mapquest directions

Then I think we're taking off for Baltimore, though I'm not sure where we're staying tonight. We're out bright and very early tomorrow morning. *sigh* I hope I sleep, because I'm going to have to drive quite a ways after we get to L.A.
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I really enjoyed Presanctified Liturgy tonight. Since I'm pretty familiar with the service, I followed along well even though it was in Slavonic. That is, until the sermon. Note to self: you don't know Russian, and trying to listen harder won't make you understand the sermon better.

I did get a few words. "Gospel," "Sunday," "Jesus." But I couldn't put together any kind of coherent message from them, no matter how hard I listened.

Codeine is fun. I'm having all sorts of interesting dreams. There was one about me going to a lot of trouble to get my dad a Spanish delicacy which was a cake with pineapples and some kind of glaze on it, served in a skull, and him being upset because what he really wanted was to go to Bed Bath & Beyond and hold his head over steaming, stewed tomatoes with Barack Obama. That was one of the more normal dreams.
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Last night's dream:

Queen Elizabeth II, close to death, requests my presence because she wants to hang out with me before she dies... merely because I'm cool, it seems.

This involves a large Royal Family-plus-friends gathering, taking place in a tastefully decorated parlor and in a large garden with two large (playground-style) metal slides.

I had fun on the slides. I had fun talking to the other people there. They were mannerly, kind, a little puzzled by my presence, but clearly fond of the Queen and happy to indulge her wish to hang out with me. Then, suddenly, the Queen begins to deflate like a balloon. I am frightened and grieved, though quiet. Everyone else is much more contained. She is taken to the hospital, is treated, and comes back to the garden portion of the party, much weaker.

Apparently, though, even if the Queen is across a large garden from you and having a private conversation with someone else, it is rude bordering on treasonous to speak to anyone while the Queen is speaking. Who knew? (Clearly, my twisted little brain knew... but who else?)

Balloons

Nov. 26th, 2007 08:49 am
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I dreamt that we lived upstairs from the Museum of Innovative Balloon Art. The museum specialized in extinct forms of balloon art (so Myra's suggestion that the museum was full of clowns really doesn't work here). And even while I was dreaming about it, I was thinking, "How on earth could they preserve the balloons?"
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Last night's dream was particularly fun, and [livejournal.com profile] papertigers asked me to post it, so here goes.

[livejournal.com profile] papertigers and I decided to rent a house rather than an apartment. The best, cheapest one we could find belonged to [livejournal.com profile] tostita and [livejournal.com profile] obscurerichard, who were transformed into very nice but very conservative people. We were moving in there with both of [livejournal.com profile] seasonalkat's children, but not [livejournal.com profile] seasonalkat. I guess we stole them from her? It was in a town outside of Boston, so I needed to find a decent job in line with my training (still international relations) in a less likely place than DC. We had to have a three bedroom - one for us, one for the kids, and one for guests. Also, I was worried that [livejournal.com profile] tostita and [livejournal.com profile] obscurerichard wouldn't let us create a garden in the yard, but they told us it was OK as long as we kept their tomatoes alive all winter and took care of the strawberry trees. (Yes, that's right, strawberry trees).

Also, they were leaving all their bookshelves behind. [livejournal.com profile] papertigers and I were quite pleased about that. They had floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in the huge living room.
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In my dream last night, I slept and had the nightmare I've been having since preschool about my parents getting divorced. When I woke up (still dreaming), it was true - my mother had gotten totally fed up about some little thing and left, taking her scolapasta (the thing you use to drain water from pasta) with her. At the same time, my paternal grandparents decided to get divorced (please note that this is not even possible - Grandma has been dead for 8 years). My bitter Aunt Kate and I sat around and said angry, bitter things. I cried a lot. All the divorcing parties said wildly inappropriate things to me. And [livejournal.com profile] papertigers got really, really mad at them and told them off for being assholes. Then she put her arms around me and let me cry for a while.

There was more to it, including another couple that divorced, but those are the parts that actually make some sense.

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