Expiration Date

I was laying in my bed, which was actually my old waterbed.
It was in the middle of my room, not up against any walls whatsoever, but similar to how my bed is now.
The headboard closest to the east side of the room, with the window behind.
My cat was sleeping towards the foot of my bed, kind of in the corner of it.
And also, at the foot of my bed, were about six or seven hard-boiled eggs.
There was a cup from Jamba Juice, as well. Though I believe it was at the foot of my bed, on the floor.
For some reason I must've really needed protein.
The Jamba Juice was old, really old. But I was convinced that it was still healthy, that it couldn't go bad.
It had lost its volume, and when I went to drink it, it was only the amount of one swallow.
But it tasted fine, and I drank it.
I also went about collecting the eggs.
One of them, I saw the majority of a shell, but cracked, and empty inside.
So I assumed I would find somewhere a hard-boiled egg without a shell, but all the ones I grabbed still had shells on them.
I don't recall eating the eggs, but I'm not sure what happened to them.
After that, I guess I was feeling a bit riled up, because I started looking for my current sex toy.
What it actually was, I do not know, only that I was looking for it.
I remember thinking that maybe it fell down between the actual water bed, and the frame.
So I lifted up the corners (as best you can a jiggly water-filled thing) looking, and the corner my cat was in, I started to lower it back down, but I saw it was going to upset her balance and either squish her a smidgen or roll her upside down, so I re-adjusted and went to lower it again.
And the entire time, she slept thru it.

Hidden In Plain Sight

There were three of us for certain, possibly four.
We were somewhere we didn't belong. Everything was white, a hospital building of sorts.
A type of place that if we were found, it would result in worse than getting "kicked out."Whether we were captured and thus trying to escape, or if we were there to figure out who was behind the scenes; is unclear. But the end result was fearful nonetheless.
So far we were doing well to blend in with everyone else milling around.
Most of the "others" were aware that we were different, but they did nothing about it.
They just ignored or avoided us.
But one girl I was able to actually talk to, to get a better idea of the layout and what went on in the building.
The room she was in, was very similar to a cafeteria, except there was a wall with a multitude of hooks on it.
Possibly, meat hooks, in fact. Though for more intimidating purposes than what would be served for lunch.
Towards the end of the talking with the girl, she started getting wary and fearful.
I didn't want her agitated, or harmed for talking to me, so I stopped questioning her although there was still much to be known.

Photo Op

In a short moment, I was dumping the contents of a miniscule cloth knapsack out.
There were a bunch of different rings.
It was like finding a lost memory, they had all belonged to me.
I was moderately excited, because I was hoping to find one to replace my current ring on my pinky finger.
I dislike being without a ring on my right pinky finger, but the one I was wearing in the dream was either a gift from someone I wasn't close with anymore, or it just belonged to someone else and they were letting me borrow it.
Either way, I found a small but thicker pinky-sized mood ring.
However it was a little loose on my right hand, but find perfectly on my left so I wore it there instead.
And the mood was constantly a purple.
I have a vague vision of jumping into the pool while still wearing the ring, but what became of that I do not know.

Now on to the main event!
The majority of this revolved around a warehouse type building, but more like a storage-unit type set-up. There were other warehouses and sheds on either side, and across the pathway, that belonged to others and were guarded by padlocks.
Initially, there were a group of chairs set-up in a somewhat circuital fashion, like around a campfire.
There might have even been a campfire, even though we were inside.
I was sitting on a log//bench next to Alex, and he took my phone away from me.
When I got it back, I had found that he posted on my Facebook.
My status was:
"Kelly is a pyramid.
[Forgotten name] is a [Forgotten object].
Marsha is a book."
There were already a few "likes" and one listed comment.
The comment was from Marsha, but it read "What's with all the pyramids, Sierra?!?"
Except the comment was on my phone, but not sent.
(In real life Marsha and Sierra have quite possibly never met, nor know the other exists.)
And there was another unsent comment below it, from Alex again.
Another three sentence awkward haiku type thing.
Kelly was mentioned again, with a new object.
As well as two new people, also with other objects.
And every single name in any of the comments or status were all tagged.

Part of the reason we were in that warehouse, was that somehow I was granted either the task or reward of hosing off a friend with a pressure washer of sorts. And I was excited.
The friend in my dream seemed to be a mixture of Jon and Matt from real life.
Also around was Alex and Kat.
I was really excited for this, I wanted Kat to get a picture of me in action.
But I was getting a little impatient, because I had already grabbed the hose, and walked back into the warehouse with Alex. The J/M friend was already in there, but I didn't want to get started until Kat had caught up and could get the photo.
Then Alex and her decided food was a good idea.
She was sitting at a circular table, further in the back eating Chinese food and drinking Mountain Dew.
I had ordered food, but I was too excited and antsy to eat so I was just pacing.
At one point, I found a golf ball of sorts, and tossed it in Kat's direction.
It bounced multiple times, including into and out of  one of her cups (the smaller one) of Mountain Dew.
(She had two, one small, only half full and one larger, three-quarters of the way full)
We were both perplexed. We saw the splash, and assumed it had landed there.
But it had somehow managed to bounce out without upsetting the cup and land in her lap.

While I'm waiting for her to finish her food, I decide to take off my winter jacket and scarf, before I get the hose ready. I was debating whether or not to remove my hoodie as well, but I ultimately decided against it, because I didn't want to remove my hat just to take my hoodie off.

Nothing But Net

I was at the community center (or a gym very similar to the Geneseo Community Center set up) with Mike.
I was just off to the side, watching, while he played basketball.
He had great moves and great teamwork.
Multiple times he out-smarted the other team, with his fakes or passes.
However, any time he went to shoot, he missed.
He never sank a single basket, yet he had the best moves on the court out of either team.

For the most part, all I did was watch. I think part of me wanted to play, but I was stationary. I didn't even cheer or participate at all. I just watched indifferently.
The only part where I was truly involved, was when there was a rogue ball.
It might've been from another person or team on the other courts, or from us - hard to say.
I just know I was going after it, and every time I go close to catching it, it took an unexpected turn.
It would hit a wall, and in my chase I would calculate which way it would angle after it hit, and every single time I was wrong and would lose distance to it again.
Anyone else who actually noticed my plight just watched with indifference and didn't even bother to stop or grab the ball.

The best part, is in real life, Mike hates basketball with a passion. I am almost 100% certain it is his least favourite sport.

Bits And Pieces

For one bit, I was conversing with Alex via text messaging, about what the plan was for Thursday. One message in particular stuck in my memory, consisting of his reply: "Well that was the plan, wasn't it?"
Had I not checked my text messages upon waking up, I would've actually thought this had happened in real life.

Another bit, involved an odd looking hangnail of sorts, either on my thumb, or big toe. Or on someone's thumb or big toe, though I am pretty sure it was mine. And taking care of it was essential to some task about to be preformed.

Lastly, a group of people, traveling. We stop at a house, which I don't believe belonged to any of us in the group. Perhaps a friend of one of us, but I find that highly unlikely. It seemed that we were using the house for cover, to observe a coming storm.
However, at least one person was searching through the house, for something specific. Not just raiding the drawers.

Silent But Deadly

There was some occasion, where Row (Ashley), Beth, and I were getting together. Row and I were already gathered, waiting on Beth. There was a text message, or maybe an email, explaining that she accidentally booked the wrong flight. That she thought she had picked the one that would arrive at 8pm but she had actually booked the one that departed at 8pm, so she wouldn't arrive until closer to 11.
We both thought, typical Beth. We were also expected to pick up Beth, from Midway airport.
There were two other girls there, too. Younger. They were there, because of Beth and I felt anxious about them being there, because they were under 21.
They were sitting in a circular style booth, and for the time being there were no issues. But Row and I had considered getting food while we waited for Beth, and that might've been where the unease with these girls came in, I'm not entirely sure.
Then, we were in my bedroom and it was back to just being Row and I. Then I hear my dad telling me that my old coworker from Reckless, Chris had died.
He had actually died, in our upstairs hallway, and I was baffled for many reasons.
Dad told me he had climbed over a chair that was in the way and when he sat on it, it tipped back and he fell with it, breaking his neck. And my dad just intended to leave him there.
I was confused as to why we never heard the chair tip over, or any commotion at all. I also wondered how long he had actually been there, if dad had only told me since I was coming out into the hallway and it was going to be obvious. And last, I just couldn't understand why we hadn't called 911.
It seemed obvious it was an accident, but that the more we waited the more suspicious it would become.

Survival Of The Fittest And Pretty Much Anyone Who Isn't A Movie Star

There were a bunch of people milling about, some of us sitting around a watering hole.
Or perhaps a pool. Moreso a combination of both.
I was one of the group around the watering hole, my feet dangling over the edge.
It was like we were in a desert oasis, but behind me a distance was a wall.
More like a zoo setting, with that in mind.
There were a few people leaning against the wall as well, much like I remember recess being toward the latter years of elementary school.
And then there was a lion.
I was not initially aware of this lion.
I was talking to the person (a girl, I think?) next to me about my upcoming trek, and I was informed to wait.
She then pointed out how there was a lion by the wall behind us, back and to the left.
She said it was nothing to worry about, because he wouldn't attack us as a group, for how big we were.
But if I were to get up and leave on my own, then I would be putting myself in danger.
I glanced back, trying to be inconspicuous, and noticed that even though there were people against the wall only ten or twenty feet from the lion, he was paying them no mind.
But then one of them made as if to walk to the watering hole.
And for some reason in my dream, this person with this stupid notion was Megan Fox.
I wanted to warn her, but I never did. I'm not entirely sure why.
It was like slow-motion though, seeing if she would be fine, since the distance between the two were nominal.
But the lion was vigilant, and halfway towards us he brought her down from behind.
And no one paid mind to it.
Maybe we really were in a zoo / animal sanctuary type of setting. Maybe we were part of the "display."

There was a gap in time, but I have reason to believe that this dream was just an extension from previous.
It was still a desert setting, and we were preparing for a trip.
I think there were three of us. Me, a guy, and a girl.
We were inside a small building, getting ready.
The girl was weak, I vaguely remember talking of gout?
The guy and I were discussing how best to travel with someone else who had more experience, an elder perhaps? But we wanted it so that she would be most likely to make it there alive and as well as could be.
There was talking about hydration, and I can't remember if her condition warranted her to be highly hydrated before we left, or not at all because it would inflame her disease?
I just remember it was one of the two extremes, and I had to stop her before she chose the wrong of the two options.
I also was debating what to take, because less was better. My main contemplation was on a brown long-sleeve shirt, and green athletic shorts. And a water bottle.
I knew at the moment if I wore the shirt it would get destroyed by the end of the trip from sweat.
So to me, it made sense to start our travels in my sports bra and shorts, and my intention was to tuck my shirt into my waistband, so that when I needed it I could put it on.
I had no backpack to speak of, or any other sort of item that would help carry supplies.
I think we were expected to find supplies and other needs along the way, to forage and scout out the best options.
As hot as it was, I still loved the feeling of the sun against my skin.


This last dream, was definitely not tied in to the others at all.
Not even close.
I was at Alex's mom and stepdad's place.
I was sitting on the middle of the couch, next to another guy.
In the dream I knew him, and he kept almost putting his arm around me, but then putting it behind his head.
Like a tease, but I didn't want his arm around me.
Well I did, for the sake of comfort.
But it was the type of want, where anyone will do. I didn't need *his* arm. Just *a* arm.
So while I am sitting on this couch, next to this stranger that is not a stranger, Alex gave me a small box; a gift to open.
With a larger one to follow it.
The first one I open, and it looks similar to a pair of tweezers. They were blue at the handle area, and then at the top there was a little orb like attachment of sorts.
Alex's stepdad then asked, what is it as I just stared in silence.
I think I had an idea, but wasn't sure.
However, Alex answered nonchalantly "It's a sex toy."
Which I then felt myself blushing furiously and quickly putting the lid back on the box of said present.
I don't remember opening the second gift, but I remember the feeling of knowing it was more gifts of the same nature as the first.
And that confused me.
I did not know where I stood with Alex, and that made it no clearer.

Supercharged

I've waited all day, to see if my memory would redeem itself, but it did not.

I can only remember one thing about my dream.
I woke up, and was reaching for, or looking at, one of the three things I had charging, near my head.
In real life, I have a charger for my phone near my bed.
In my dream, it was the same set up, except the charger was three-pronged, and not only was I charging my current phone, I was charging my old phone (which is now used as a stand-in mp3 player), and one other item I cannot recall.

Rockabilly Restrooms

The initial plan:
Alex, his mom, myself, and my mom were going to see my friend AJ's band The Old 57's play at some bar.
We get to the venue, and instead of being set up like a bar, or even a bar & restaurant, it looks more like a VFC style reception hall.

There was an area for a stage, but no equipment is set up. The lights are ridiculously bright, not fitting of a show.
We find an open table, that would normally seat four, but pull up two extra chairs.
I remember at one point in the dream wondering who the sixth chair was for, and then remembering my cousin was in the restroom
However, the entire dream I never actually saw her.
I can't vividly remember who the fifth was either, at the beginning, but I'm assuming it was my friend Ashley, because she was there later in the dream.

The main four of us sit down, and start looking around, wondering if we truly have the right place and time.
In the far back corner, I spot AJ but with a table of strangers.
I see none of the other band mates anywhere in the picture.
At one point, I think I determined to go over and talk to AJ but that never occured.

I remember later, sitting next to Ashley at a different table, a longer picnic-style one, and then we decided to go into the restrooms.
I think Alex had gone to the men's at this point, as well.
Ashley and I get to the women's restroom and find it's like its own little house inside a house.
There's a sink and toilet, yes, but a recliner and a few other things too.
Like a mini studio apartment turned into a restroom.
Then for some reason we start looking around to see if there is a different door, that connects the women's restroom to the men's.
In our heads, similar to adjoining hotel rooms.
And it was a little hidden, but we found it, and opened it, and saw the men's restroom was set up basically the same way.
But someone was entering from the outside door, so we quickly shut it and backed out.
I think after that, our intention was to take over the restrooms with our group, and play board games or something, but that's when I woke up.

The Record Kept Skipping

Two main locations: An upstairs, carpeted locker room, housed within an apartment complex or similar; and wherever the hell my computer was - possibly said apartment complex.

I kept finding myself going back to my locker in the locker room, but each time my locker was a different locker, in a different spot. The contents were changing as well, although usually my winter jacket always made an appearance. Sometimes I was getting ready, sometimes I was storing stuff, but I never had a true purpose. I wasn't getting ready to go anywhere, I had no plans. And the things I was storing, I could've carried with me, it made no difference.

And in between random locker visits, my dreams would shift to me checking Facebook.
In real life, a recently single girl, and friend of Alex's, needed a place to stay. So he offered to help out. No big deal. In my dream, is was this situation, amplified.
I apparently was incapable of texting him or contacting him, so I kept checking his Facebook, and hers too. I felt it wasn't my place to interfere with whatever may or may not be going on, but I wanted to know. Just to know. Every time I checked (in between my endless visits to the locker room, I suppose) there was a different status update. Everything was harmless on its own, all ambiguous. Friends having a good time. But with my over active brain, each one caused me more stress.
The only update I remember vividly, was she posted photo of a wedding dress. There was no caption, no claim that it was for her, or that she wanted it, or anything of that nature. But it left me with an uneasy feeling nonetheless. And in fact, there was no guarantee it was a wedding dress, but not many dresses look like that just for fun.
It was a pretty dress though. Long, wide neck, kind of off the shoulders, with longer sleeves, but very elegant looking. And in the picture, it was fall, and windy, because the girl (or model? I can't recall who was wearing it) had her hair blowing in the wind.

Oh the irony, that the thing I remember best, is the outcome I want the least.
I could've done without the dreaming this time.

Segmented Reality

There were multiple segments, last night, from waking multiple times.
And henceforth are fading more and more.

First, there were three of us, surrounding a taller man, but sitting in a school desk. The kind where the chair is attached to the desk, and the top of the desk flips up.
He wasn't a lanky, but on the skinnier side of the spectrum. He had a shaved head, though I feel like if his hair were grown out it would be dark.
If I remember correctly, we were taunting him, or questioning him. I do know for a fact, he was not making things easy for us.
The last image I recall, is a butter knife stuck in the top of his head. But the consistency was similar to rubber, or perhaps the ballistic gel so often seen in crime scene TV shows. One of the other two had thrown it, and it had stuck.
None of us had expected it to stay, and the man did not flinch, nor was he hurt.
Something had provoked that action, but I cannot recall what it was. And only the one threw it, though we were all armed with silverware for some reason.

Next, I was in a room with Alex, but having flashbacks. I wanted to talk to him about them, but was nervous.
The flashbacks were either based on a dream, or a much earlier experience I had - I cannot remember at this point.
(In real life my dream stole the topic from a book I am currently reading.)
I just knew that these thoughts plagued me, and I wanted to tell him, but was unsure how he would respond.
My dream, withing a dream (or memory, perhaps) was that I had "gone down on" and sprightly red-headed girl, who had never experienced that before.
My dream was inconsistent, in that I was still dating Alex and he might be offended, and that I wasn't dating Alex, so he couldn't be bothered. And then, of course, the thought that even if I was dating Alex, why would that bother him?
I woke before I did tell him, but after falling back asleep, dreaming, waking up, and falling back asleep again I resumed this dream, in which I did tell him.
But I woke up before a response was given.

Finally, another dream with Alex.
We were in a darker, basement room, not as large as a gymnasium, but spacious like perhaps a banquet hall, one that is similar to what is rented out to wedding parties?
There was a TV on a rolling cart, reminiscent of high school.
I remember it being sunny outside, because you could see the sun creeping between the curtains.
There might have been others, but I know for a fact Alex and I were there to prep for space travel.
We had been selected for the next space shuttle mission. I don't remember what our tasks would be, or why we were chosen. Just that it was intended to last two years.
Again, I was scared. Leaving everything behind for two years. What would change.
And I was scared of losing Alex. Even though we were going together. I think my worry came from a short instant where he left the room and did not come back as quickly as I expected.
I was slightly worried he would change his mind at the last minute, but more than that, I was worried that if they couldn't find him before it was time to go, they would just send me on my own.
I was scared to death of being alone, on my own, for two years.
And there might have been others with me besides him, but...
It is entirely possible to be alone while surrounded by others.
And he was the one I knew, he was my security blanket in this particular case.
I could talk to him. He knew me. I just wanted one familiar face.

How Does One Title A Dream?

I was in this immense house, belonging to an particular Aunt that I see less often than others.
A beautiful, elaborate place, with memorably high-ceilings.

I remember coming around a wall, a bookcase perhaps, given it's odd placement.
And I was twirling. I might've been carrying something that upset my balance.
Or perhaps I was just reveling in the carelessness that young girls do.
But I couldn't stop in time, and bumped into an enlarged version of a privacy screen, meant for decorative purposes.

I was certain it would fall, but it didn't.
From there I found a carpeted staircase, which was my intended destination.
So I climbed.
It led to a loft area, with an immense bed//mattress that angled downward, jutting out over the room below in which I came from.
There were other, misplaced stairs, that I could see under and to the left of the mattress.
No access, no purpose. They were just there.

The mattress itself was not angled enough to be threatening, but called for caution nonetheless.
I started to climb on, it was like difficult to navigate, much like a waterbed. Except there was no water.
I had worked my way onto the mattress enough, that although it felt like I was lacking support behind me, I felt that logically I was safe.
Not the case, I felt myself starting to hang over the edge, dangling above the room below, but managed to pull myself back up.
After that, my only goal was to reach the middle, the obvious place of safety.
However, the bed felt that this was not meant to be an easy task, and I woke up from thoughts of wrestling my way to the center but never actually making it.