Friday, May 29, 2009

White Whine

SO once again the gravy train is not running past my house so I'm still very poor. My mom is making our yard very cute with flowers and all kinds of greenery. My dad is playing patriotic songs on the piano. There is a hurricane outside for some reason. My brain has been going 400 miles an hour for the past couple of nights and I've been getting some crazy dreams as a result.
Dream
So I started out in a haunted house thing but it was like a game where you had to accomplish something or find something in each room. It was all very dark and spooky but I didn't mind. Then somehow I was in class and I was talking to friends in front of me and someone behind me says "Hello Elise Chamberlain" and I turn around and its this hispanic girl and she says that I played her in young women regionals basketball and I was in the 16th ward and it was creepy to me that she remembered that long ago.
Then I was in this enormous wedding reception place. It was put together very poorly. In order to get to the next room you had to walk through other wedding receptions. They were all set up kind of like theaters with stadium seating and they each had a different theme. One had a straight up wall with little apartments or like box seats and each one had a striped or plaid awning and curtains in pink and white. It was a heinous room. Then I was in one that looked very professional and it had a financial business office in the back. I was with Tash and some guy but I don't remember who and we walked in without knowing there was a ceremony going on so we hurried to the back so we wouldn't be seen. There was an exit sign but when we followed it, it just led to a big safe. So somehow Tash and this guy get out without being seen and I'm still stuck in the back. Then I see that the whole audience stands up and I start running for the door but then they all sit down again and I dive for the floor and it felt very dramatic and I waited there on the floor till everyone stood up again for another part of the ceremony. In another room there were steps on the floor that were like plasticy but padded kind of like those padded toilet seats old people have. But they were all shaped like face profiles and painted to look like faces. SO I ran through and jumped around cause it was padded and landed lightly on my feet again. THEN another room had a big step thing that was covered in felt. Do you remember those felt story boards in primary? It was like a giant one of those and it was covered in little faces with holes in the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. There were tiny plastic noses and eyes and ears that you could trade out and make different faces. And there were also little dresses and suits to put on the heads. It was like if Mr. Potato head and a paper doll had children. Next to me was a normal man size brown suit and I was looking in the pockets and my mom kept saying "Thats not Dad's suit! Thats not Dad's suit leave it alone! Well it has buttons on the pockets Dad would like that suit. Maybe I bought him that suit? Yeah I think I did buy that! Thats Dads suit." It was weird.
Then I was with Becca and Sarah in the main entry of the whole reception convention center place. Becca kept complaining about the shoes she was wearing and her dress was the wrong color. There were all these glass walls coming out of the floor and Becca kept makin eyes and smiling at the men on the other side of the glass.
Thats about all I can remember. My mom came in to wake me up for a walk this morning and I said I needed 30 more minutes and in that 30 minutes I dreampt all that!

3 comments:

  1. What a crazy hilarious dream. I am going to wake you up again tomorrow and see what we get next....

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  2. Elise, i dont know what you are eating but these dreams are crazahee.

    Anywho, if you are looking for an interpretation i charge 25cents a hour...I know its pricy, but i have so much knowledge.
    Tresa is my favorite.

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  3. Last night I cut of clints arms and cut out his belly button like a slice of bread. He was so pissed of that he started drilling holes in my arms. Turns out it was only a dream. So lay of the drugs and sober up lady or it won't be a dream anymore..hahaha. (now a cloud of Mysterious fog fades in)

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