haven't updated in a while. my dreams have not exactly been blog-friendly. this one is pretty ridiculous, though.


i think we got take-out something, brought it back to this house that i guess belonged to unh and was our dorm, but we had a house mother? and it was my mom? anyway, me and someone i guess i was on a date with brought the food back and were eating it in the living room, tv-tray style. he'd ordered i don't know what, and i ordered i guess one of those budweiser lizards? it was supposed to have onion straws, but they were moving and creeping me out. they looked like white plastic worms, only real. i started stabbing them with a straw to "kill them" if they were alive, so they would stop moving and stop making me want to puke. for some reason i really wanted to eat this lizard. i must have bad aim, because i also stabbed the lizard's tail with my straw. a bunch of times. i think i started eating it too after that, but the lizard came alive, and started trying to kill me. he ran around the house and would bite me, with chunks missing from his tail. growing and crashing into stuff and being a total dick. i eventually called someone, the house mother or a friend or something. after that there were a ton of people in the house, there was beer pong and a vip list (?) in the kitchen that was being run by my friend lauren's mom. we were all debating whether or not to call the cops or animal control about this fucking lizard, the size of gatsby, that was trying to eat everyone's ankles. eventually that guy and i left to go somewhere else. we parted ways at some point and i ended up at a coffeehouse/target/chuck e cheese to do some shopping? i rode through the parking lot in a pedal car from my car to the store, and inside the store too. i think i decided to take the pedal car home instead of taking my car, but it was raining so i have no idea how that was a good idea. ended up back at the house and there were still a lot of people there. they'd called the cops but they hadn't shown up yet. they'd also called someone's mom who was a fan of lizards and might take the thing as a pet. then there was a van out front that belonged to someone in the house, and the neighbors were using it for gangbangs and we all got really pissed. then i dreamt something that always makes me entirely depressed, seems to be happening a lot lately, and woke up.

no, i don't do drugs.

i'm surprised i remember anything from last night, as i was up pretty late and did not sleep well. last night's dream involved an old boyfriend and one of his ex girlfriends (she was already an ex by the time he and i dated) and we were just standing around and taking pictures. coolest thing though, she had her hair in these really long ringlet curls. she'd shake them out so her hair was straight, and then move her hands over her hair kinda like you'd move a rolling pin and the curls would pop right back. i was totally jealous, as my hair looks like garbage.

it's always strange to me when my dreams involve people i actually know. that seems to be a regular occurrence now, and happens way more than it used to even a couple years ago.

last night's dream was about the goonies. apparently there was going to be a broadway stage version of the movie, and i reeeeeeeally wanted to win tickets from the radio station. also, we started cleaning out my basement and i found out just how much goonies crap i had. this took place in my actual old house in meriden, which is weird. it might be only the 2nd time that house has popped up in a dream. that 1st time was about uncle charlie. that's no good. aaaaaaaanyway, in my dream, while i was remembering everything i could about the goonies, i was also getting my hair cut in my living room and eating ice cream. the goonies flew around in a giant boat with cool whip all over the bottom, and that's really all they did. When i called up the radio station, shelly was there. she asked me a question about some word in spanish that i didn't know. i had to go outside to make that phone call (note: the grounds outside the house were not as they are at the old house). and when i came back in, something happened and my dad had to screw the back door back on. he didn't finish the top screws so i started to, but got distracted by something and i'm pretty sure that's when i woke up.

most likely i'll remember more as the day goes on, so this will prob be updated.

i dream some crazy shit.