lucyoncolorado

I'll return later... Just to remember, here are notes about my dreams:
1) Amusement park- lines, bathroom, R, bicycle, pool hall
2) Crazy troll killer on my car window, police, freeway, crash in building, manslaughter
3) People wanting me to vote for Ron Paul
4) G visit, J with Cosmo quiz

OK- Updated. (My recall hasn't been so great. )


In which we visit an amusement park, but I spend the whole time in line with my bicycle...

R and I are at a crowded amusement park. We are waiting in a long line that twists up and down several stairs through many rooms. I have my bicycle with me, and I get out of line to ride over to a bathroom. Along the way, I get lost and end up in a food court. People are drinking beer and playing pool. I ask if I can use the bathroom, but they tell me I have to leave my bicycle outside. I don't have a lock for the bike, and the place is so crowded that I know someone will steal it if I leave it out. So instead, I walk the bicycle into the food court with me and try to get past the pool players to the bathroom, unnoticed. A few people glance at me strangely, but they do not say anything. I bring the bicycle into the bathroom with me and prop it up against the sink while I go into one of the stalls.

Later I'm looking for R again but I'd gotten so lost that I don't know where to find him. I run into Tall A, and he takes me over to R. When I get back in line, R tells me that they won't let me on any of the rides with my bicycle. I start to feel stupid carrying it around. People ask why I'm carrying it with me, and I tell them that it isn't a bicycle, it's my therapy dog. This works, and people want to pet my bicycle. The employees are fooled too but I decide not to go on any rides anyway.

At some point, the amusement park turns into a music festival and the bicycle turns into a large white poodle.


In which a crazy man jumps on my car window and tries to kill me...

I'm driving through the downtown streets of a huge, modern city. There are neon lights and sky rise apartments all around me. The city looks like Tokyo or Seoul, but I'm in the United States. There is another woman in the car with me.

A short, crazy man with long black hair and wild eyes jumps down from a balcony and lands on the back of my car. He sprawls out across my back window with his face pressed up against the glass so that when I look into my rearview, I see him making menacing faces. His eyes are dark and wide, and his mouth is salivating. He wags his tongue, shows his teeth and flares his nostrils. He looks like a troll.

I know that he's trying to kill me, and if I stop driving, he will leap on me. I frantically call the police, but they tell me that they will not even try to help unless I slow down. I explain that if I stop, the crazy man will crawl over the hood of the car and attack me, but the police say they can't do anything about it unless I come peacefully to their station.

Eventually, I crash into the penthouse of one of the skyrises. I drive the car high up into the air and then crash it through the full-wall window of the penthouse dinning room. The car comes to rest, managled and smoking, at the base of a yuppie's bar. I have calculated the angle of the impact precisely so as to kill the crazy man without injuring me or my passenger. The yuppie who lives in the penthouse stands on the other side of his bar with a drink, amazed.

Immediately the cops are at the door. I'm trying to explain why I should not be found guilty of murder, but they tell me I will stand trial for manslaughter.


In which people want me to vote for Ron Paul...

I'm having a conversation with some friends, and they tell me that they believe I'm a Ron Paul supporter. I ask them what made them think this about me, and they point to my physiology textbook. Below the title of the book is a large silver stripe that is obviously a scratch-off stripe, like one would normally see on a lottery ticket.

I scratch off the silver to reveal a petition to add Ron Paul's name to the presidential ballot. My friend tries to get me to add my name to the list. I try to avoid having a political discussion, and I get that tedious feeling that I always have when people who don't know anything about politics want to tell me their opinions. My friend won't stop telling me to sign the petition because he thinks this will be like voting for Ron Paul. Finally I tell him that he doesn't know what he is talking about, and he becomes angry with me.


In which several friends visit, and J tries to make G take a Cosmo quiz...

A and A come to visit us, and as a surprise they bring along G. The three of them, plus R and me, are sitting around the bar of a nice kitchen. It's my house in the dream, and I remember a feeling of familiarity and domestic contentment. But actually the layout of the kitchen is like at my friend S's parents' home.

We are all happy and in good spirits and catching up on old times. However, G looks really unhealthy. He is pale and much too skinny, his hair is thinning, and he's wearing 70s style glasses. He admits that the divorce he is going through has been rough on him, but it is all over now and he is happy again. He says he's excited to be back in town. Everything feels bittersweet.

J shows up with an issue of Cosmopolitan. She keeps interrupting our conversation by insisting that G take a Cosmo quiz. The questions and answers are all really stupid, but J thinks they are funny. I can tell that G thinks she is very immature, but he plays along with her because she is pretty. I want to remind him that she's half his age, but I don't want to embarrass J.


In which I take a pregnancy test...

And one more that I just remembered.

I have two small strands of paper which are supposed to be pregnancy tests. I take them into the bathroom where I pee into a large plastic bowl. I dip each strip of paper into the bowl, and after it is saturated with urine, I run the paper between two fingers to push out any excess. Then I flatten the soggy paper strip very carefully onto the linoleum floor. The process is similar to paper mache.

A few minutes later, a message appears on the first and then the second piece of paper. It's pink and has different symbols and characters on it. I can't understand what it means, so I call someone in to help me decipher it. I think it was H? She tells me that it says I am not pregnant.