Dream sequence #7...

It's been a few days. I think this may be the last of the dream sequences...at least the ones that aren't interspersed in my journals.


May 30, 1999 - Sunday

Lisa and I went shopping and I thought that I had no money, so somebody gave me a credit card. I charged $43.44 then I decided to stop because I knew I wouldn't be able to get any more money than that. Then I opened my wallet and I had tons of money in it and I don't know how I got it, but then I paid the $43.44 and I threw away the credit card.

Wow. What a frugal, conservative little freshman I was.


June 20, 1999 - Sunday

We were in Walt Disney World and the people there at the Magic Kingdom asked some of us if we wanted to be in a show. So we all said, "YES!" In the show, they had my brother be the main guy and 3 other people I didn't know were in it, too. 2 guys and 1 girl. We were just extra people, but the person in charge told me and Lisa to do some stuff to make people laugh. So brother dressed up in this huge, blue dragon suit and we got smaller, simpler ones. His had shiny sequins for scales and ours were just shiny material. At the performance, brother was a big dragon that had to sing and dance and some people danced behind the closed curtain to make shadows, but they kept opening and closing the curtain, so we had to find places to hide and not move within a couple of seconds. So when me and the other girl, Lisa, were supposed to come out and do funny stuff, we had to sneak out the side and jump in the Blue River, it had blue dye in it, and had to swim around to the front of the castle and crawl up the ramp on the side of the front and we had to sneak up behind brother and copy every action he did. Then he dove in the river so we had to do that, too. He got this little dog, it was real, it was like the mascot or star person of that show. So he went back on the stage and first he threw a bucket of water on the audience. Then he tossed the dog into the audience and it swam away. The audience sat on a raft in the water. They were part of the moat. On our way around, Lisa and I had to pick up a stuffed dog that looked real and we were supposed to toss that in the audience, too, so somebody could get a stuffed animal and after the show, I went up into a tower of the castle and brother came up and he thought that I killed a dog because he didn't know what Lisa and I were told to do and that we were supposed to do that and that it was a stuffed animal. The next show, when I threw the stuffed dog out, it did somersaults and came back to brother so he tossed it back to me and I threw it again and it twirled over the the stage's right side and turned into a person. It was Chris. I didn't even know he was in Disney then or if they asked him to be in the show, but we performed for 4 months and they paid for our family's hotel rooms and plane fare to go back and they paid us and paid our parents what they were losing for not going to work and asked us all to come back the next year.


Sadly, that is all that is written in my *official* dream journal. After this point, I think the dreams I wrote down are just interspersed through all my journals, of which there seem to be a great number...and I'm not sure any of them are full (besides the 2-3 that I know I finished this year).

Also interesting to me is that my brother was in my dreams quite often. It should be noted that I do have 2 brothers...and both of them are just referred to as "brother" in the dreams, but my younger older brother was only in one of them. It makes me wonder when it was that my other brother kind of more moved out on his own. I'm thinking it was before this point because this last dream was just before my 15th birthday so he would have been almost 23. I think he and my sister had bought a house together and were living there. Pretty sure of that. So I wonder if NOT seeing him as often is why he appeared in my dreams more often. But my sister was not often in my dreams. And...I wasn't really close to that brother. Actually...now that I think of it though...I always considered it really special when I got to do things with my oldest brother. When he'd let me watch scary movies with him (he's the reason I like them)...When he'd be the one to pick me up from basketball or volleyball practices. They stand out to me. I don't remember a specific time when my mom picked me up, but I remember when my brother did. He also took me to the pond by where my grandparents used to live once. Just us. He went around with a shovel in front of me so we'd have a path along the outside to skate on. He took me with to the pet shop when he bought Keesha (the dog - she's 13 now). I remember walking next to him as he carried her through Carson Pirie Scott. Smiling the whole way. Because I got to go with. Wow. Memories I hadn't thought about in quite a long time.

What's with my body apparently liking to be sick? Seriously. My allergies have been much worse this fall...as in they've lasted for a month or more. Nothing that's really more than an annoyance. Slight runny nose. Stuffy in the morning. Nothing more. Not bad at all. But. Then. Last night. I come down with the flu. Again. That's right, the puking kind. What the crap. Wasn't it just 2-3 months ago that I had this?

I've been fine most of today...though I did have to reschedule my interview. A one hour interview I probably could have handled. But over 4 hours...when I really don't know what my body is going to do? And when lunch is part of the day? Bad idea. Don't know yet when it will be rescheduled for.

I ate a small bowl of cereal (with water) a bit ago. And had some gatorade. No bad results yet. I avoided eating just about all day because...I wasn't hungry. Didn't want to start too soon when my body didn't claim to be needing it. Basically I didn't want to puke again. And so far I haven't. Twice is enough. Especially when dry heaves are involved. Gross. Actually...the dry heaves weren't what was gross. Don't finish this paragraph if you're the type to get grossed out. I'm not ashamed of bodily functions, so...yeah. The gross part about puking was that...it almost seemed like I couldn't get enough force behind it the second time...or something. Maybe it was too chunky and not enough liquidy. ha. But I would puke and some of it just couldn't make it out. So it'd get to my throat (blocking my airways) and stay there. There were 2 things I could do: swallow or cough. Coughing being the preferred option. But, do you know how difficult it is to cough when you've already emptied your lungs by puking and you can't take in anymore air because there's puke in your throat? Not as much an easy task. End of puke descriptions.

I watched "Singin' In The Rain" today. And..."Love and other Disasters" I think that was the name. And I slept. Quite a lot. And I only weigh 120 with clothes on today. 120.1 actually.

I think I'm going to eat more. Because it's something to do. Hopefully there are no repercussions to this thought pattern.