I'm On Fire, And Now I Think I'm Ready

Mom was sitting in her chair, in the living room.
There was some sort of special occasion, and what I had gotten her was a gift card for books.
There was a card, and it had a long story//joke on it that took up the entire inside of the card.

At one point, I was having a discussion with someone about something we needed.
Whatever it was we initially thought we needed, we didn't.
We had procured it, only to find out that it didn't meet the requirements.

I was at a show, most likely Saves the Day or Motion City Soundtrack, because Claudio was there, and he was up on stage.
I said hello to him, and gave him a friendly punch, and a soft elbow in the stomach, and he greeted me friendly enough.
However, in his facial expression, he just looked at me like I was just another fan girl, that I was talking to him only because he was part of the band, not because I was a friend.
I had every intention to find him after the show, though, to get him to recognize me and to realize that I was there to see him and to catch up, not because of his fame.

Underwater Adventure

I dreamt that I had checked Facebook on my phone while in bed, and saw a post from The Bloggess stating that she was going to send out yet another Traveling Red Dress.
I was estactic. I missed the last opportunity, and I am fascinated by the concept.
I want a Red Dress moment. Badly.
I know I can make it for myself. But the idea of being involved with Jenny (The Bloggess) was a lot more exciting of an idea.
All I had to do, was comment on her Facebook post with a reason why I should get the next red dress.
I felt even more excited because at the moment, no one had commented yet. I assumed by the time I had composed my statement, others would have too. But to be so close to the beginning was just as good as being at the top for me.
So I thought it thru, contemplated in my head what I wanted to say, and started getting sleepy.
I knew all I had to do was sit up, get on my computer, and type it out.
(I don't like typing out longer statements on my phone.)
But I was so tired.
I thought, okay. I have to do this before I fall asleep.
But let me gather a few more thoughts, and think a little bit longer. Then I'll do it.
And then I fell asleep.


Now, I am in New York.
I am visiting my friends (Nick) Westy, and (Chris) Moss.
We were hanging out, those two, myself, and one other girl. But we were in someone else's apartment.
Perhaps Moss' girlfriend's, I think? (Wife in real life)
At one point, I secluded myself from the group to talk to my parents on the phone.
Initially we had been playing a game, I think a card game.
Then we were all sitting on the couch, and I thought I saw the girl crying, but she covered it up quick enough, and took her leave.
Then I realized I needed to gather my things, and go to meet Alex.
So I went down a few floors to Westy and Moss' actual apartment, to grab my things.
I actually walked around the place, looking at how it was set up, and when I got back upstairs to tell them goodbye, I complemented them on it, and told them how they had a better deal than my ex-boyfriend Sam in Chicago.
Outside on the street, it was sunny, and it no longer felt like New York.
It felt like California, and I looked to the West (my left) to see if I could see the coastline.
I was on my phone with Alex at this point, trying to figure out what streets I was closest to so he could pick me up.
He was there relatively quickly, driving what looked like a Ford Taurus, a blue one.
We continued (what felt like) East and as the road was curving, initially saw a green roadway sign that he pointed out to me.
Something similar to Oela, or Eila, Blvd.
It was mostly vowels, with an "L" somewhere.
For some reason we both thought it was amusing, and I recall thinking "elbow."
But before we could think on the roadway sign too much, the road dove underwater.
Legitimately dove underwater. The cars before us followed it.
But it took us by surprise, because until all of our car was submerged, we couldn't actually see which way the road continued.
The road was in the process of curving to the right when it disappeared underwater, but Alex swerved a bit too hard, and as we became submerged we saw the road straighten out but by then it was too late.
He tried to swerve back to the left, but we just went off the side of the road and started sinking.
The car was still in the process of moving, and I was waiting.
For some reason I was holding my breath, even though there was still plenty of air in the car.
I realized this, and started breathing again, waiting for the car to figure itself out.
It was my intention to unlock my door and pull us out, and I knew exactly how to do it, but I was waiting for the time to be right.
And when the car stopped flipping around, and settled into sinking upside down, I knew it was time.
So I grabbed the lock on the door, pulled upward, grabbed Alex right before I opened the door, and when I did pulled myself and him out through the oncoming water.
Though at this point all but our heads were already submerged.
Next thing I remember, is standing next to Alex on the shoreline, and there was a third person with us, a guy. Maybe he was in the backseat?
But you could see a vague outline of darkness in the water where Alex's car was, and there was discussion about just abandoning it, or salvaging it, etc.
The last thing I remember is looking at Alex and going "You're Welcome." with a slightly smug, but mostly joking expression on my face. And he rolled his eyes and said "Yeah yeah, thank you," but also gave me a hug.

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.

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.

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.