Fish Flavoured Dreams

I started out in a discount clothing store in Huntington that doesn’t actually exist. In a previous dream, I had come to this store with my friend Chris but was unable to purchase anything because I was broke, I didn’t like anything they had, and what little I did like didn’t fit. This time, I actually had money to spend and there were a ton of things I loved! I was with two other people, but I might as well have been alone because I was excitedly looking at all the awesome shoes they had, trying them on, and finding that only a few of them didn’t fit well or pinched. I moved on to the clothing section, hoping to find more work clothes and maybe a really awesome trench coat I saw online yesterday (the specific coat I was looking for is tan khaki and military style. this is an item I actually do want in reality). Laura was there working, and she was excitedly helping me find cool clothes to buy.

The dream transitioned to me being with my mother, who was taking me shopping at the Smithaven Mall for work clothes again. I also needed a hair cut, and in two previous dreams I have visited a salon in this mall that doesn’t actually exist. I really liked the woman who had cut my hair those times, and wanted to have her cut my hair again. In reality, my mom has given me a gift certificate for a hair cut but I haven’t made an appointment yet. In this dream, the gift card would be usable there, but she was taking me for a hair cut anyway. We walked in through an entrance, and I began to hunt for the hair salon. I thought I remembered what entrance to go in, but I wasn’t seeing the salon. I saw another one that looked really nice (often I judge salons by how they decorate, and I’m less-willing to trust a salon that isn’t furnished and decorated well. I’m aware this makes no sense), but I reaaallly wanted to go to that one woman so I kept walking. While peeking in to various stores I noticed it was looking more like I was in a lab than anywhere else. I saw a woman in heels and a doctor’s coat come down a hall and walk past us. My mom and I kept walking forward until we heard a door shut behind us. We wondered if we had accidentally come in a wrong entrance, because the door made it look like there was some sort of private office down the hall we had just come. The impression I got was that they were doing secret experiments in that area. My mom and I just shrugged and kept walking.

While this mall was just as large and confusing as it usually is, this time I could see no evidence to the underground area. I wondered if the underground area only showed itself some of the time, and kept looking for the salon. My mother and I passed a large display for some sort of safari adventure film that had just come out and was being heavily featured. The impression I got was that it was like one of those iMax films.. the ones with the moving chairs and very intense visuals. I told my mom I thought it looked interesting in the hope that she would want to go, but she didn’t get the hint. We kept walking, and saw a giant zoo area with large glass walls. Inside the area was a cougar! I got really excited, and my mom and I stopped to look. Two cougars were in there, one chasing after the other. Since they were so big it looked scary, but it was pretty obvious they were playing with each other. “Look!” I said to my mom. “One of them is curling its tail the same way Noodle does! That’s so cute!!”

The container kind of shifted, and one of the cougars became a man. He was very thin and wearing a brown jacket, with long brown hair in a ponytail and a beard and mustache. He hid under a big, thick desk to get away from the cougar. Then, he took out a black pistol and started waving it around erratically. He eventually raised his arm out from under the desk, like he was raising his hand in class. He pointed the gun downwards at himself, and began trying to shoot himself through the desk. A crowd of people had gathered at this point, and started screaming. He grazed his arm, then shot himself in the leg. My mom didn’t see him hit himself and thought it was some sort of stunt. I started screaming to her, “Mom, you have to call an ambulance! He’s going to kill himself!!” She turned to me laughing since she hadn’t seen him hit himself, and I insisted she had to call. She started to report what I told her, still laughing, when the man turned the gun towards the crowd. Everyone began screaming and running away. We were worried about him shooting himself, but we didn’t want to get shot either! My mom was on the fone, still explaining as she ran.

I woke up.

There were actually three segments to this dream that I remembered initially, but I’ve already forgotten the first part.

The second part took place in my parents’ house in a room that hasn’t been my dad’s stereo room for years, but in this dream all of his stereo equipment was still there. This room, for some reason, was Hogwarts. I don’t really understand what it was about my dad’s stereo room that made it Hogwarts, but it was. I was a fourth year witch (writing that sentence makes me feel so dirty). We were all sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags. A couple of the older year wizards (ugh) were “bad”, I guess they were Death Eaters? Either way, one boy in particular was trying to cause trouble, and I was doing my best to fight him despite being not nearly as skilled as he was. I can kind of remember rolling around on the floor tousling with him, trying to stop him. I can remember looking up at someone as they ran up the stair case..

The next part of the dream I was on the beach. The shore was a very steep hill, and I was watching a boy try to teach a girl to surf. Part of the training was that he had wet a sort of ramp on the hill, and she had to stand on her surf board and slide down the hill into the water. She wasn’t very good at this, and was constantly falling. I decided I wanted to give it a shot, and was able to get all the way to the water before I fell. The second I fell, a huge wave came up. I braced myself, positive the wave would result in me losing my surf board but surprisingly I didn’t. I picked myself and the board up out of the water, and made my way back to the hill to try again. I couldn’t climb back up the hill though! For some reason I was too weak to make it up, so I began using the fin in my surfboard to dig into the wet sand and pull myself up.

I woke up.

So it occurred to me that individually linking to dreams was kind of idiotic since that’s what tags are for. Instead of using a number and link system like I have been for the past couple of days, I’m just going to link to the tags pages for each character or location, savvy?

I have a vague recollection of being in a shop, one I believe to be Utopia Centereach, yet simultaneously combined with the store Sam works in down in New Hope. There are no concrete memories for me, other than people being there, also me looking at clothes.

Aiko was in the States with her family, and I was driving around in a car with them. I believe we were going to some sort of Sweet 16 together for someone I didn’t know. I have a plain, silky black skirt that Aiko decided she wanted to borrow from me for some reason, but we were still trying to figure out how we were going to dress. Aiko had a huge suitcase full of clothing, plus a couple more bags. I even had a massive wardrobe of things to wear, none of which I actually own in real life. We were looking through our clothing, discussing what to wear to the event, meanwhile discussing different outfits we could wear and do photo shoots in. Aiko’s father commented that she easily had the most luggage, and that initially had even more but he made her leave some behind. He even said that the people at the airport were shocked by the amount of clothing she had brought. I was sympathizing with her in my head. She had so much awesome clothing, and she probably just wanted to bring as much of it as she could so she would have more opportunities when it came to working with other photographers and models!

We were in the Hamptons, and parked outside of a restaurant with a very high ceiling. There were tall pillars out front with peeling paint, and inside was old looking wood with tons of ancient decorations all over the walls. The restaurant was completely packed. We got out of the car and I told Aiko’s dad I recognized where we were. Indeed, this was a version of the Hamptons from a previous dream and that dream began trying to bleed into this one. I was sure if I ran around behind the building I would find a beach filled with so many people it was difficult to move, and behind the restaurant would be a porch that was lead to by an extreme stairway, the beach much lower down than the building. I had a feeling of panic and discomfort, recalling the events of the regular dream. I wanted to stay closer to the street and the buildings..

I woke up.

I had found a little black chihuahua, roughly a year old. Despite the fact that I don’t really like that type of dog, I had decided to keep him. I was at the mall (the mall does not actually exist, but did not have any distinguishing features) with Tom, shopping for supplies. The catch was I had just recently showered, and I was walking around the mall wearing nothing but a towel. I was vaguely self-conscious about getting arrested or someone looking at me, but everyone I interacted with in the dream didn’t seem to notice that I was still dripping wet and in a towel. I wandered into a couple stores, though really I can only remember being in a store that seemed to be marketing itself to boys who wanted to dress like alt kids from the late-90’s early-00’s. It was all baggy Tripp pants covered in chains and straps, and cheesey looking shirts with tribal designs, anime characters, and dumb sayings. Eventually, I found a girl standing at a table selling little bandanas with cute pictures on them, meant for dogs. I found one with an adorable tan chihuahua. “This one’s perfect!” I told her. “Normally I wouldn’t get it because I don’t like chihuahuas, but it’s FOR a chihuahua so it’s perfect! Too bad it isn’t a black one though, my dog is black.” The girl nodded in a way that meant she didn’t really care, and sold it to me. Tom and I went into the parking lot to leave. The parking lot seemed to stretch for miles, at least as far as the eye could see. The sky was bright and blue with fluffy white clouds, so beautiful..

The next thing I can remember is being at my parents’ house getting the dog back. I went into her bathroom upstairs and there was a very small bowl in the bathroom containing tiny golden retriever puppies. I like that kind of dog much better and contemplating taking one of those instead, but I knew it was shallow to just trade away a dog like that so I opted to keep my chihuahua. I walked away from the bathroom (memory loss) and when I came back, there were more dogs in the bathtub. Since I had last been there Joanna had acquired several more pets that she was adopting out to people, including a pug, a tan chihuahua, and a brown and white shiba inu. The golden retrievers were now much bigger, and able to jump around and play with the other puppies. I got confused and forgot whether or not my chihuahua was the tan or the black one. At first I was convinced it was the tan one, but eventually I remembered it was in fact the black one. I really wanted the shiba inu instead though. Her face was so cute it was almost cartoon-like, she was on the small side, and she was so friendly. I thought back to my experiences with Gaia and was wary. I wasn’t sure how Tom would respond to a shiba inu again..

Much of this next part of the dream was lost. I know it involved Joanna in some way, and some sort of war. I can somewhat recollect miniatures fighting the war, but I really have no idea of context or plot.

The dream then transitioned to a video of the online artist Dana Copes and another girl with long, loosely curly blonde hair who I cannot recall who she was, aside from being aware that she was also an online artist. The video was of them joking around and being silly after having cut Dana’s hair from being shoulder-length to a sort of modified, a-symmetrical bob. The perspective shifted and suddenly I was there with them. Dana had just finished dying her hair turquoise, and the three of us discussed hair dying and cutting techniques. We were in a house that was mostly made of wood, in the bathroom. Somehow, I was aware that we were simultaneously outside in the parking lot of Walt Whitman Mall. I don’t really understand how I was in both places at once. I believe we were going to go somewhere else, and Dana was saying she needed to go to the Community College to register but didn’t go alone. I offered to go with her, that my house was on the way so I could drop of my car, but that she would need to drive me home after wards. We were discussing the details of this when I woke up

I was in East Setauket at my parents’ house. Within 15-20 minutes walking distance there is a small shopping plaza that contains a bank, a real estate office, and a bagel store. In my dream, this plaza instead was a house of the same size, but with dark grayish brown singles instead of the clean white paneling that it actually possesses. The house was being rented out as apartments, and this was where Leonard was living. We were on speaking terms in this dream, and I remember being somewhat impressed by the state of his place. From the entrance there was somewhat of a platform with a banister, the centre of which was cut out to show the living room with big sliding doors below. It was well-furnished, and I remember thinking that Leonard must be somewhat successful to be able to afford something like this and feeling somewhat proud of him. Also there in the apartment with him was Merlin. I was so excited to see him, and I spent the majority of my time playing with him while talking to Leonard. I have a vague recollection of receiving a text from Joanna stating that Wifey had been puking and was being brought to the vet. As I was with Merlin, I received another text from Joanna saying that Wifey had died, but it didn’t really matter since Mom and Dad would just get another dog. I felt so confused; on the one hand my beloved Merlin was still alive which made me so happy, but I felt so heartbroken that Wifey was dead, especially since the rest of my family didn’t seem to care.

Later in the dream I walked home. Instead of being located at the base of a hill with my driveway starting up at the top, my parents’ house was at the top of the hill (Alternate 1). It was dark, and there I was met by Squire, Amanda (2), and two other people who I didn’t know. It was my birthday, and as a present Squire and Amanda gave me a red polo shirt with white outlines of apples on it. I went upstairs to my (old) bedroom to change into the shirt and a pair of boxers. I put my hair back in a headband and ponytail, admiring how super curly and red my hair was (in reality my hair is not curly, it’s very wavy and curls sometimes, but in this I had actual ringlets. Also, my hair is currently black). I went downstairs into the living room where everyone was watching a movie, and Angelo had joined the group. He was sitting in “my dad’s” chair, and seated next to him was a girl with curly blonde hair and oval glasses. They were cuddling on the chair, and I thought, “When did Angelo start dating someone? I wonder who this girl is..”

Personal Note : Leonard did contact me late December of 2009 on facebook, but when I attempted to hash it out with him I approached him too harshly and he never replied.

I woke up.

From today onward, whenever I post about a person or a location I will also be adding a link to the dream next to the explanation on the Character and Location pages. You can also search for dreams based on the names of the people or locations via the tags, but I thought doing this would be a cute way to show how many times certain themes re-occur in my dreams. Locations and people are often revisited in my dreams, and I am usually aware of it so I thought this would be a good way of showing that. At some point I will go backwards and do this for the older dreams as well, including the diaryland imports.

I was in a giant warehouse that resembled the layout of Price Club (or B.J.’s or whatever bulk discounter you chose), except it was entirely devoted to pets. It was a great location because it even had supplies for every exotic type of pet you can think of, as well as the pets themselves. I wandered up to the small animal department to look for new things for Quiche to find baby hedgehogs energetically running around. I squealed with delight and suddenly decided I HAD to have one. I began mentally calculating how much it would cost to get the hedgehog and all of the supplies. In this store, they didn’t cost much more than $20 so I began to think of if I would be able to make it through the month if I got a little baby. Tom was there with me, and he commented, “Why do you need another hedgehog? You already have one!”  “They’re just sooo cute! Look at their little camel heads!!” I squealed in reply. Indeed, rather than having their long, thin noses the hedgehog faces were structured more like some sort of camel than anything else. I didn’t seem to think this was out of place.

A girl who worked at the store came up to me, and started to give us a tour of the store. It stopped being just pets and began to have the format of a regular Price Club. I believe Steinberg was with me, and she led us to a book section. There she picked up a hardcover book, the colour scheme was purple, red, and blue and featured some sort of anthro animal on the cover, its arms crossed holding two scimitars with a menacing expression. The girl explained that it was the current best-seller, and was supposedly very very good. I looked closer, and realized it was the final book in the Redwall series (this may not be an actual book, I don’t know whether or not Redwall has ended). I started getting upset, and told her there was no way you could start by reading that book, that it was the last of the series and you had to start at the beginning. I may have made the point that you wouldn’t read the last Harry Potter book without reading any of the others, but I’m not sure.

Next the perspective of the dream changed, and I was no longer the focus but instead viewing my friend Tres. He was back in New Jersey going to  what used to be his favourite restaurant that had at some point turned ritzy. He was filming some sort of review about it, and so I believe my perspective was from that at the camera. He went inside and it was a dimly lit place, with high tables and high chairs to match. When he sat down at the table, on his first place was a piece of very thin meat folded into the shape of an envelope. He opened the envelope to discover a note written on the meat. What the note said, I’ll never know because this is where I woke up.

I don’t really have a clear semblance of context for this dream. I was in an area that resembled a hiking trail I’ve been on in New Paltz, except it was a beach with sandy, underground caves. The impression I’m under is that there was some sort of contest or competition going on, and there was some sort of time limit. There were several other people involved, some of whom were helping me, others were working against me. We were running around on this mountain-beach, trying to save dogs from the caves. One dog in particular stood out: a golden retriever with no mouth where it was supposed to be. His mouth was on his head, between his ears. It was also vertical instead of horizontal. He was more intelligent than the other dogs, and mainly served as my helper in figuring out with the caves were safe.

In some way or another, I ended up living back with my parents.  I was back in my room upstairs, as Megan had taken over my basement room.  The interesting thing about it all was Tom was also living with me in my parents house.  This is something that would probably never happen in reality, as my parents are surprisingly conservative when it comes to the romances of their children.  I somehow qualified for a special music festival out in Montauk, which my mother used as an excuse to get my Grandparents to let us stay in their Montauk house.  So out we went.  Their house was much larger than it is in actuality, as well as being very Japanese-stylized.  The Montauk we went to wasn’t the actual Montauk either, but the strange dream-Montauk that appears fairly regularly.  This one is not complete beach into oblivion like the other one, but featured a more built-up town area with brightly coloured buildings everywhere.  It’s almost European, but usually a constant bright, sunny atmosphere.  Some of the navigation is the same as in actual Montauk, but as far as I know The Docks don’t exist at all, and that weird town area I mentioned exists instead.  At some point Elliot came to replace Tom, I think using my performance as an excuse to visit.  Tom wasn’t around for the rest of the dream.

Elliot and I were sharing what I know as the Master bedroom, however I have no idea where my mother, Megan, Laura, and my Grandmother were sleeping.  My father and Joanna were also absent.  I had just woken up and was getting ready to take a shower, and was talking with my Grandmother.  She was being shockingly open with me, and revealing to me that when she was in college she did a lot of drugs which lead to her being knocked up and having to get an abortion.  Even though the words were coming from the mouth of my Grandmother, I got the feeling that it was actually my mother talking to me and that she was revealing that I shouldn’t have been her first child.  Elliot wandered into the bathroom to take a shower with me, and I hissed that sort of thing wasn’t allowed with my family.  However my Grandmother and Mom didn’t seem to care at all, and acted like that sort of thing happened all the time.  I began to tell Elliot the story my Grandmother had just told me, and my Grandmother moved to close the door separating the shower and toilet area from the bathroom hall (this is a feature from their actual house; for whatever reason the bathroom has two doors).  I took this as their acceptance of Elliot and I showering together, and we began to undress.  For whatever reason there was a clock in the bathroom, revealing that I was supposed to be at rehersal in 10 minutes.  Knowing it would take me at least an hour to be dressed, I began to contemplate just giving up on being in the group completely and never going.  I also remember thinking very distinctly about the bathroom being named Camp Indian Blanket, but that’s what my Grandmother named her bathroom in her actual house.  I also was surprised to find blood running down my leg, and was trying my hardest to conceal it from Elliot..