Dream Twenty-Three

My friends and I were on a small sailboat. Beluga whales swim next to us. The whales begin to fight, we fall off the boat.

It was scary.

Dream Twenty-Two

I was checking on my grades for the spring semester.  I find out I have three As and two Bs.  Totally unacceptable.  Not to my parents' standards but against my own.  I freak out and question life.  I feel that my life is over.  Nightmare.

Afterwards, in the real world, I find that I earned straight As.

I have become one of those kids who worry too much about grades.

Dream Twenty-One

My oldest sister is pregnant(true in the real world) and expecting a boy.  Although, news comes that it is actually a girl.  My sister and her husband decide to name their daughter "Diamond," from the advice of her mother in-law.  I am appalled that they would name her so.  They are on the Oprah Show because my nephew is so cute.  I hate Oprah.

After last night, I realize that I dream in color...(and that dream about the red Louboutins) 

Dream Twenty

I decided to splurge on a pair of crimson red Louboutin pumps.  Gorgeous.  Although, out of character as I generally prefer wedges.  Guilty, but who cares, the deed was done.  Go out to a crowded japanese restaurant with friends.  Love my shoes.  Come home, the guilt grows.  Decide to return the heels another day.  Heartbreak.

Dream Nineteen

I am walking down the streets of a violent neighborhood. Someone drives by with intent to kill all. To escape, I use some sort of flying apparatus. I fly over the city, and I end up at a Home Depot with nothing besides the clothes on my back. I am overwhelmed with thirst, I have a drink of water. Somehow I call my sister to pick me up. She saves me in her silver Volkswagen Beetle. Now I am in a derelict building chasing the bad guys who are after me as well. Jessica Alba is there to help me. She tells me to run to my dad's FJ Cruiser and she'll jump into the car. My car is not fast enough for the bad guys' motorcycles. I am on the 10 freeway. I lose control of the car, but I am safe. I start driving my sister's car on the freeway, but again, I lose control. I am driving the car from the outside, as if I'm playing a videogame almost. The bad guys capture me, and we play Tekken 3 on Playstation 3.

Since I was very young, whenever I would dream about driving, I always lost control of the car.

Dream Eighteen

It just flew out of my mind.
Don't you hate forgetting dreams so easily?

Dream Seventeen

My friends and I are hopping from bus to subway to train, going somewhere, going nowhere.
Then President-elect Barack Obama asks if I want to travel with him to the south of France.






So bizarre.

Dream Sixteen

It was high school, I was still in band playing the trumpet.



Recently I've been trying to sell my trumpet, but with each offer I find it more difficult to separate from it. My family and friends advise me to keep it, as an heirloom to pass down to future little Lindas(gross). Who knows, maybe one day I'll pick it up again. Although highly unlikely because it makes my lips hurt and I would much rather learn a new instrument like the bassoon, french horn, cello, harp, or string bass.

I just realized that this is my second dream of being in band. Why? I have absolutely no desire to rejoin.

Dream Fifteen

Afternoon nap
Une petite sieste


At school, but not completely. Saw students eating fluffernutters (peanut butter and marshmallow spread sandwich; as a Californian, I only know of it because I watched too much Food Network during middle school) and I was inspired to grab one at the cafeteria. Distracted, somehow, scene change. Cremation of someone, unidentified; not a solemn scene, comical actually. Alec Baldwin is to be cremated next. "Would you like to witness?" I reply, "No thanks."





Note to self:
Watch less 30 Rock on the interweb and enlighten self with pieces of literature, or maybe take a run for once (no more! legs grow too muscular)

Note to reader:
In the seventh grade, I bought my first pet, a dwarf hamster, at the mall pet store. I named "Fluffernutter," after the sandwich. He wasn't very kind to me but his death deeply saddened me for days.
Earlier today in the LA Times I read about a funeral service company that buries the bodies in biodegradable caskets along with trees. Somehow it's supposed to compete against the cremation business because ecopods are less costly than traditional caskets.

Dream Fourteen

My family and I were in Hawaii on vacation.
We were at a souvenir store, where I came to the knowledge that each California dollar was exchanged for three in Hawaii.


Of course, California and Hawaii are both of the United States, and there is no exchange rate between states.




Dressed up to eat pho at a drive-thru.
Did not consume pho or any other foods.

Dream Thirteen

I went to Jurassic Park, as in it was an actual amusement park open to the public. Comparable to a zoo though, with much more security.
All the cages were empty. The dinosaurs escaped.
It was scary.






I feel like watching Jurassic Park again.

Dream Twelve

Still in high school, still in band, which I completely quit entering my senior year. Talking to other band kids, I found the opportunity to sell my trumpet. People still thought of me as an oddball, almost an outcast. Scene changes. I was driving to the Glendora area, reason unknown. Somehow, I end up at my old private trumpet instructor's house, who is actually the only person I know living there. He lets me drive his blue Mercedes Kompressor because I don't have a car anymore(objects are always disappearing in dreams). I'm scared to, the engine seems like a monster. I look down to see the brake pedal and find numerous driving pedals for functions unknown.
I wake up.




It's been years since I had my last lesson with Dave.
And I am actually thinking about selling my trumpet.
Bach Stradivarius bell size 72.

Yes, I used to be in band.

Dream Eleven

I was dying my hair red again.

Dream Ten

I was packing to go to Peru, but I didn't feel at all prepared to go for a second time.

While hanging out at a friend's house, a guy was making me really uncomfortable.  I felt smothered and cried out of frustration.  No one wanted to help me.

I was Harry Potter and flying my broom over the city of Walnut, CA.  Mrs. Weasley, who was really my real momma Park, yelled at me for being stupid enough to fly in the presence of muggles.

Oh, and I was about to buy one of those instant Fuji cameras, but they were priced in yen.  I had no yen.

Dream Nine

I was eating tortilla soup at my neighbors house.

I was walking to Cheesecake Factory to buy a slice priced at $1.50.  Except I wasn't sure if that day was Cheesecake Day, so I kept on Google searching on my phone.  Nothing came up.  I had no cheesecake.  Everyone at the restaurant was from Diamond Bar.

Who would have known that yesterday was Cheesecake Day?

Dream Seven

I'm getting nightmares.

I don't want to remember these dreams.

Dream Six

I am at Coney Island.  It's dark, isolated, and creepy looking.

I am camping with church people.  Not at Coney Island, somewhere like Yosemite.

I end up speaking to a famous photographer.  He's old, dark, asian, and quirky.  I enjoy his photos.

He hands me a big box of photos he's taken since the start of his career.

As I rummage through the photos,  I notice photos of me with my family.  Photos of my mother during her stay in Europe.  Photos of my childhood.

I think, "Wow, I have connections with this amazing famous photographer."

Scene changes.

I am with my sister Jane and she tells me her friend from work has 8 packs of Polaroid Spectra film to give away.  I am enthused, "What a score!"  I am so excited with my 8 packs of film, I run around with the box, which happens to be a box of Ritz crackers.  I show off my film, which is a roll of crackers.

Then J calls me, I wake up, and retell my interesting dream.

Dream Four and a Half

Between Four and Five are a  few days.

I'm at a show or a party.  A show with drinks.  A friend is playing at this party of a show club event, but he's bottomless.  It really bothers me.  It still bothers me thinking about it.  In my dream, I'm so disturbed by his half nude self and so shocked to see that no one seems to notice or even care that his business is on display.

I hate having dreams of people I know doing odd and disturbing things.  It's usually with people I know only as acquaintances, so when I see them in real life, I can't help but feel uncomfortable.  Like knowing a hidden secret in them.

Dream Five

I was driving to New York with a few friends.  Not road trip status, more like deciding to take a 30 minute drive to NYC, if it was that close to us.  I wasn't planning on visiting, but we were there, so it was a pleasant surprise.  Walking on the streets.  At someone's apartment, something goes wrong.  

I remember very little of this dream.

Why do I continue to dream of far away places?

Dream Four

This was from a few nights ago but some parts are still vivid in my memory.

I'm in New Jersey.  At some sort of art school/swap meet/underground market, and this asian girl art student who has qualities of different people I know guides me to an elevator.  She sort of reminds me of this hipster chick I had a campus tour with at Eugene Lang when I visited New York back in November.  Anyways, doesn't really matter, back to my dream.  So now I'm on a highway, still in Jersey, adjacent to the ocean.  It's nice, cycling by the water with Bunny.  It looks sort of like early sunrise when everything is a beautiful shade of blue.  At the same time though, I'm reminded that it's not very beautiful because I'm in New Jersey.  I don't know, I guess dream NJ is supposed to be hideous.

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I've been to New Jersey for a day  two winters ago.

 

Dream Three

I am running to a park with my dog, but it's not really the dog I own since it's a jindo.  She starts peeing in the playground, alright.  She then gets up and begins to take doggy poopies, not cool.  What am I to do?  I didn't bring any doggy baggies and no one is around.  So I leave it until I notice there are a few people staring at me.  They are undercover cops with a mission to catch non-pooper scoopers.  They try to take me in but I run away.  One cop who's chasing me takes off his mask and ends up being Gemma Ward.  So we're running on Diamond Bar Blvd. and I decide it shouldn't take too long to get back to my house(It would probably take hours in real life).  But of course, in my dream, she becomes someone else and the recollection of the whole dog cop thing is erased and now we're looking for some gross Chinese fast food to catch before we have to go on the plane.  Yes, now my mission is to get to LAX mucho fast or else my church is going to leave to Korea without me.  Catch up, dreams always start changing.  So one more time, she changes into someone I really don't like but it's okay.  We meet our moms at LAX, happy that we made it on time.  Until I realize, "Wait, I have no luggage with me."  Mom gets pissed.  Blank....Now I'm in a taxi in Korea.  And this is when I wake up.

Dream One

Like most people, I generally forget 90% of my dreams a few hours after wake time, but I'm attempting to log the chunk of what I can remember.

Mostly because I'm too lazy to write in my journal.

As a note, you won't be reading anything explicit.  Keepin' it PG, keepin' it real.

Okay, maybe PG-13.

Lastly, I've been having really uninteresting dreams these past months.

Have fun reading the 10%.

I have yet to send my slide film to a lab, so I have a good handful of rolls lying around in my room. But in my dream, they were developed but still in the spool.  So I'm having fun pulling out the film and checking out my photos until I realize that I'm in a terrifying corn maze.  To make things scarier, I left permanent smudge marks on my precious positives(slide film comes out as positives instead of negatives when developed)!

That is all of what I can recall of my dream from last night.

I think it means that I need to really send my spools to a lab before it's too late.

Until next time,

Linda P.