May 30, 2012

I went into the workshop.  My oldest daughter, NG, had set the propane grill up on a plastic-topped folding table.  The lid was closed and there was smoke seeping out from under the cracks around the lid.   Attached to the front of the grill was a cupholder that was designed to heat up drinks.  A large, clear, glass bottle was in the cupholder, sealed with a cork.  It was filled with tea, which was boiling over and erupting out of the top of the bottle around the loose-fitting cork.

I opened the lid of the grill to see what NG was cooking.  There was a metal bowl on the grill.  Set inside the metal bowl was a clear plastic cup filled with a brown liquid.  Herbs and spices floated on the top of the liquid and smoke curled up off the surface.

“NG,” I said, “you can’t put a plastic cup in the barbecue.  It’ll melt.”

“Okay, Mom,” NG dutifully replied.

I poured some tea into a styrofoam cup and walked out into the field.  As I put the cup up to my lips and drank, I noticed that the bottom was missing from the cup and I could see the horse farm next door.  But, when I pulled the cup away from my mouth and looked underneath, the bottom of the cup was still there and none of the tea spilled from the styrofoam cup.

I heard my parents’ dogs barking.  I began running through the house looking for them.  I looked in the stairway.  I looked in the living room.  I looked in the bathroom.  Finally, I found the dogs in my daughters’ room.  She was standing on the bed, barking, and looking out of the window.  I looked out of the window to see why she was barking.  I saw a pile of blankets in the middle of the driveway and an iced-tea colored, dented, old station wagon pulling out of the driveway with my three oldest children inside.

“Stop!” I screamed, and ran outside to chase the station wagon.  When the driver saw me chasing her, she stopped the station wagon.  The back door opened and my two oldest children got out.  At first, I was worried that my third daughter was not going to get out, but she followed her sisters out of the car.

Then, I woke up.

May 29, 2012

It was night time.  There were two gypsy wagons in a caravan.  They had stopped for the night.  They looked like the covered wagons from Little House on the Prairie, but they were colorfully decorated with flowing ribbons, flowers, and bright lanterns.  Instead of being pulled by horses, the wagons were pulled by semis.

I climbed up into one of the wagons with some of the gypsies.  LC was in the wagon.  In the middle of the group of gypsies was a large, round pizza.  But, instead of sauce and cheese on the pizza, there were cigarettes baked into the pizza crust.  We sat around and began eating the cigarette pizza.

I heard my mother calling me from outside of the wagon.  I climbed down and walked over to her.  She looked very angry.  “You were eating cigarette pizza, weren’t you?!” she demanded.

“Uh …” I stammered.

Then, I woke up.

May 28, 2012

No dream that I can remember.

May 27, 2012

I was on Twitter, looking up various hashtags.  I found one that was interesting.  It involved a terrorist plot that had been foiled.  

I clicked on a link, which brought up a video of a news report.  JM was the news anchor on the report.  She had her hair pulled back tightly into a pony tail.  She was wearing a shiny, eggplant-colored shirt.  She had emerald green eyeshadow caked on her eyelids and her cheeks sparkled with glitter.  She was sitting at a desk in front of a large, arched window.  A tree’s green leaves fluttered in a slight breeze outside.

“We can no longer allow you to access this Twitter feed,” JM read from the papers in her hand.  “It is a matter of national security.”

Then, I woke up.

May 26, 2012

I walked across several large soccerfields to get to the school.  I had to dodge the high school students in their soccer uniforms as I walked.  They did not seem to mind that I was walking across the field during a game, but they did not want to stop the game to let me through. 

I finally reached the large, tan, brick school building.  I walked down some stairs and through the double doors into a gymnasium.  The students were lining up to get on their respective buses and head home.  I don’t know who I was looking for, but I knew it was a girl and I couldn’t find her. 

I walked up a spiral staircase into a hallway.  The rug was a deep red and the walls were very ornate and covered in large oil paintings of Elizabethan era individuals.  I opened a door and found myself in the middle of the audience during a lecture.  I quickly ran back out the door before anyone noticed me.

I opened another door.  It was a log flume ride through history.  I got into the log flume that was floating in the narrow water way.  The log began racing through the water chutes in the dark, while occasional slides from moments of history, such as Egyptian mummies and the Revolutionary War, flickered on screens. 

I was in a restaurant in the middle of the desert.  I was meeting a blind date.  We were going to go to the carnival.  I looked across the flat, orange, dusty landscape to see the blinking lights of the carnival miles in the distance.  I wondered if we were going to walk there.

Then, I woke up.

May 25, 2012

No dream that I can remember.

May 24, 2012

No dream that I can remember.

May 23, 2012

I was at the beach with my kids.  The sand was a silvery-white color.  We parked in a parking lot in front of a big sand dune that ran the length of the beach.  Small tufts of sea grass poked out in random clumps on the dune. 

There was a white  shack with a blue and white striped awning on the dune.  I walked into it to rent a rowboat.  As my daughters and I reached the top of the dune and looked onto the other side, we noticed that it was high tide and the water was all the way up to the dune.  There was no place for the sunbathers or sand castle builders to play.

The water was very clear.  Some boats sailed in a lagoon where children wearing bright water wings splashed happily.  Some bright red crabs scurried sideways along the ocean floor.

I saw a shark fin in the water of the lagoon.  I tried to hurry my kids out of the water.

Then, I woke up.

May 22, 2012

I remember being on a ranch.  I remember My sister-in-law (whom I have never met) was making outrageous demands and my husband was getting on my nerves.  I remember trying to earn enough money to rent James Caviezel for a day or two to do chores on the ranch.

Then, I woke up.

May 21, 2012

There was a large vat filled with ice and what looked like Yoo-Hoo chocolate drink.  The contest was to see which woman could stay in the vat longest.  I stood in the vat with the water up to my knees. 

Suddenly, Jennifer Lopez emerged from under the brown liquid.  She shivered and walked up the stairs and out of the vat.  She was wearing a gauzy green dress with iridescent plastic seashells and quarter-sized circles hanging from it.  She was reminiscent of a mermaid. 

There were three other women in the vat with me.  The liquid was starting to make my feet numb. 

“They go under the water right before they give up.  It’s their last-ditch effort to get warm,” said a woman.

I turned to see who was speaking.  Cloris Leachman was standing in a corner, with the liquid just covering her ankles.  She wore a flowing, gauzy gown of different shades of blue.  She was leaning against the wall with her arm up above her head dramatically.

I looked behind me and saw Joan Rivers diving into the liquid.  “She’s going to give up next,” I thought.

Then, I woke up.