If you’ve been around this blog long enough, you know about me and my vivid dreams.  Just take a look at my DreamBoat entries. Or the one about my imaginary pet pig named Mike. Last week, I’ve just finished the Hunger Games trilogy and Top Shot wrapped up.  I also started watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU because, well, what else is there to watch for an unemployed?  The latest edition of Orange Coast Magazine talking about road trips

The sun was taking a dip in the vast teal water.  On the white sandy beach, around a bonfire, along the tiki torches, there was dancing, laughing, and drum beats.  Music of latin flavor; colors of the Caribbean. I was dancing on the sand in a white cotton summer dress. A cool drink in my hands perspiring.  Around me, friends of all different colors in even more colorful clothing chatting, eating, clapping, singing. We were celebrating the sunset. I plunked

I had a dream a few nights ago that I was back in school at Mater Dei.  Having heard Aurora talked about burning her hand on chemistry set back in high school at dinner time, in the dream, I ended up back in a chemistry lab.  My lab partner is one of my school friends but she is for some reason in a wheel chair and for that I have to help her with her lab stuff. We were supposed

What a night. That was probably the most intense, vivid dream I’ve ever had in a very long time. It started with the dream within a dream. I was dreaming that I was having nightmares. I kept waking up into a dream about me sleeping, and not really waking up.  I don’t remember the nightmare inside the dream but it wasn’t pleasant. I finally woke up from that and drifted in to an even more bizarre dream…and quite an awesome

What I wrote to my brothers: I dreamed a lot last night. But one of the last thing was that I was home for Onk’s wedding. Don’t laugh. Who am I kidding. Laugh away! That’s the gist of the dream because it was all quite a bit mumbo jumbo. Something including the fact that dad’s was the only working shower in the house, that Ake still lives in his room and I am in mine, that we have a hot

Amy and Chris had different reasons for their sleepless nights.  Mine was possibly self inflicted. For the third night in a row, I woke up in the middle of night from horrible nightmares. Not sure what it was on Monday night, but I woke up drenched in cold sweat and my heart beating fast, feeling quite horrified from whatever it was I dreamed about.  Obviously I was tired enough to fall right back asleep. Tuesday night, I dreamed that I

My beloved Dr. House/Hugh Laurie is now the new Captain of the DreamBoat(tm), walking Russell Crowe right off the plank as of last night. 3 appearances in my dreams would entitle anyone to the top position, don’t you think? In my dream last night, Dr. House was Dr. House, not Hugh Laurie. House and I had been friends for a long time. Of course, we were out and about when we walked up to this community center type facility. “What

This is the first night this week that I have stayed up past 9:30 p.m. by the way.   Been going to be that early and yet still couldn’t drag myself out of bed in the morning. But then again, I have found myself waking up in the middle of the night: a) going to the bathroom…as a backlash of my attempt to drink more water b) grinding my teeth c) imaging that someone else was in the bedroom, possibly as

…of mom. Apparently, mom has been paying a visit to a few of us here and there. Last week, I woke up sobbing hysterically and freaked the hell out of Brandon.  After a long crazy dream about me being a failure (..something about burning something on the stove top when all I had to do was reheating a frozen block of soup, someone came into the house with a pet meerkat, and everyone was looking at me as if I

I dreamed that I was in Las Vegas on a school trip. My room actually had an upright piano in it, apparently by the school’s request, and overlooking the Strip. As I was settling in for the night, someone knocked on my glass door. I peered around the curtain, and there stood Fred and George Weasley. They weren’t tired and apparently they were also piano student. They wanted to hang out in my room since I had the piano AND