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alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 398 | 1985-1997 | 8/2/92 | F | A | I am playing (sort of) with a Komodo dragon, a baby. We're in the living room or hallway of a house, near the stairs, and I'm sitting on the floor. It's a cute little thing, and I'm patting it, trying not to get it too excited, because if you get too involved with them, and especially when you try to get away or stop playing, they may bite - and their bite is poisonous. It really wants to stay close, though, and I'd like to get away, but it crawls around to my back and parks there, curling up to take a nap. If I get up, I'm afraid I'll disturb it, and it'll snap at me in reflex. I'm really scared. I don't know what to do. [As I wake up, I'm imagining what it would be like if I did disturb it, and had to fight it off. I envision whirling around and pulling back to keep away, and feeling frantic. This is not what I meant to do - I'm losing control here.] | 1ANI | AP D, AP D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 399 | 1985-1997 | 8/3/92 | F | A | I'm in a sort of attic, a partially finished loft, where there are some old things stored, especially childrens' things - it all looks like the turn of the century or perhaps up to the 20's - I'm looking for something, and I'm setting up some books that have fallen over. While I'm at it, I'm sorting them for size, just because, why not? I'm near the ladder down to the next floor, and someone down there (a man) is speaking to me, wanting to know if I need any help - he's concerned about me being up here alone, wants me to be careful on that ladder. I'm quite all right, everything's just fine. | 1MSA | AP 1MSA |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 400 | 1985-1997 | 8/4/92 | F | A | I'm in a car with a man. He's driving, and says, will you take over for me for a little while? He lets go of the wheel, and I take it; it seems he wants to look at something or think about something. But he's still in the driver's seat. How am I supposed to drive - I ask him - if he's still got the pedals? | 1MSA | null |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 401 | 1985-1997 | 8/5/92 | F | A | A group of us are looking at this house we want to rent. It certainly looks good, just my sort of place - old, well furnished, great shape - nice stuff, good wood furniture. We look at the living room and a couple of bedrooms. I'm wondering where the 3rd bedroom can be - I guess we may have to make do somehow, but really however good it looks, it may just be too small for us. But then the rental agent takes us through another door to a hallway, and here's other rooms - actually quite a number of them, it turns out - this place is much bigger than we thought, too big really, but at this price, my word, this is too good to be true - I love this house, it's just gorgeous. | 2JKA, 1IOA | null |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 402 | 1985-1997 | 8/6/92 | F | A | I'm in Africa with a group [probably for a Training - similar premise], and we're at the end of what we're doing. I'm going on to another city in a couple of days on my own, for a festival, it's going to be lots of fun. A couple of us are going off on an errand in a taxi, we're very jolly, and there's another man sharing. He's got some money in his hand, and he gives it to me, saying something about a nice thing happening to him, and somebody else should share. I'm flabbergasted, but I take it, oh yes, very grateful. It's a sort of unkempt handful of bills, various denominations, and I have an idea it may add up to quite a lot. Wow. This is very disconcerting. I wonder if I can really keep it, or should I give to the Training? Is that expected of me? But he just gave it to me - I figure it can be all mine. I don't count it while the man is here, that would be impolite... We go on to our destination and back, then I count it. It's not as much as I'd thought - not hundreds - but still it'll do for helping me with some new clothes for my excursion. I'm telling a friend about it back at the Training, when I realize - whoops! I'm going in only two days! How did it get so close? How am I going to get ready in time? I've got lots of arrangements to make! [The next part is sort of mixed up with a movie I may be watching.] In the other city, I'm staying in an apartment that used to be something else, maybe a stablehouse or something. It's going to be renovated later, and fixed up nice. I'm telling someone else about this, saying, "Just think about how this will look - won't it be nice?" I've got a takeout meal - probably Indian, it's soupy, like a curry, and I'm dumping it out on a plate. It's got meat in it, I'd forgotten about that - but oh, never mind, I can just pull the pieces out. There's even a big piece of bacon, and I think to myself, they just can't help themselves, have to put bacon in everything, don't they? (Meaning the English.) This woman who's been staying here for a long time, with her sister I think, is due to go home soon. She's dressed rather Victorian, high-necked white blouse, long skirt, high-button shoes, hair up in a big roll. Something's going on in the area that a man is responsible for, and there's going to be an election. She decides to stay and run for office so she can oppose him. (This is a movie, I think.) | 2JSA, 1MSA, 1ISA, 1ISA, 1ISA | CO D, AP D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 403 | 1985-1997 | 8/19/92 | F | A | I'm with Dr Who [Tom Baker] and a boy; we're in a small place with some other people, and the Doctor is doing an experiment that will demonstrate something, or help something, and we're not sure it's done yet. The boy has a tube of some kind in his stomach - it's in a metal shaft-fixture, and I'd say the tube itself is at least a foot long - part of it goes up inside of him, and the whole thing folds up so it doesn't stick out. The experiment is with something inside the tube, and you have to break it to get it out. Dr Who holds the fixture and carefully breaks the glass. I have to help him get the glass shards out - I scoop them up gently with both hands, and he holds his other hand out and I put the broken bits in it; then he throws them away. Shortly I've picked the bits from around the thing inside, and he takes that out to examine it. I think the results are inconclusive. The boy wants to go home, he's not willing to wait any longer, and even though we're not done, he goes. [I don't know how he gets there, but we are like the Doctor's other companions, he lives somewhere away from wherever we are now - probably on another planet. Wherever that is, he knows how to go there and does.] The Doctor is concerned because of the broken bits of the glass tube left in the boy's stomach. So we go after him. Before we get there, I can see the scene: He arrives in his family's house - his mother is there, she's got on a long skirt and a long-sleeved blouse, and an apron - her hair is up in a bun. She's nice, youngish, busy. Also he has a baby sister, she's very lively, running around, into everything, quite cute, blond, pink cheeks. The room makes me think it's almost a log cabin, on the rustic side, the room I see has got hardly any furniture in it. His mother barely greets him at all - you'd think she didn't even know he was gone. She leaves him to watch the baby - who needs a lot of watching - and goes into another room. [We arrive, and I don't know what brings us to the next scene, but we've all gone somewhere else and he's needing to call home before we leave where we are now - all part of our adventure.] We're at this public telephone, which also has other functions - perhaps it's also an ATM - and it has a different setup from your usual telephone keypad. The face is silver and the buttons are concave like real public phones, though. He's given me the number, and I'm trying to do it, but we're losing the light and I can't see the numbers, and I keep punching the wrong ones because they're in the wrong places. I'm trying to concentrate very hard - I get the number I need straight, and then try to focus on the numbers on the keypad and get them clear before pressing, and finally I get all but the last one and then I've got it, just right, and still when I get my finger up there I hit the wrong one because my finger made me lose my focus. I'm very frustrated and anxious. We've got to get away from here, time is passing. It's almost too dark to see now. | 5MPA, 1MSA, 2ISA, 1FKC, 1FSA | AP 1MKA |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 404 | 1985-1997 | 8/20/92 | F | A | I'm in (my?) apartment, upstairs, at the end of a walkway with an open railing - either I'm just moving in or out, or we're doing a big spring cleaning - me and my roommate. The door is standing open, it's nice outside, bright sunshine. I step out the door briefly and see two guys at the end of the walkway, facing away from me - one's leaning on the rail, but one's got Alleycat in a jar - it's a great big round jar with a huge mouth, and he had just crawled in there out of curiosity, as cats do. (I may have put the cork in myself - playing with him.) I don't know how this guy got Alleycat, but I'm scared and worried - I know (somehow) that they're bad guys, and they're planning to break in here and rob us. I could just close the door - I duck back inside - but I've got to be careful of Alleycat. I don't want him to get hurt. Actually it might be okay if he just dropped the jar - it would probably break, and then Alleycat could run off - but that would be a gamble, and he might get hurt. I'd better get the bad guy to put him down. I'm not sure what I should do, but I've got to do something; I'm angry, too, and I want to fight... I do something to attract their attention, and they come in after us. [I think my roommate has been inside the whole time and is acting with me.] I grab a stick - a broomstick maybe, about that size, and start fighting with the one that had Alleycat. [I don't know what's happened to him.] I try to swing at him, but it seems like I'm just not hitting very hard - I'm not making much of a dent (no pun intended). I'm getting frustrated and feeling a little desperate. Why can't I do anything here? I really want to at least hold my own, but I seem to be too weak. | 1MKA, 1ANI, 1MSA | AP D, AN D, AP D, AN D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 405 | 1985-1997 | 8/30/92 | F | A | I'm with a group of people, particularly including teenage kids, sheltering under some big ledge sort of thing while something is happening in the sky - it's all filled with rolling dark clouds, there are funny lights. (I don't know what's going on or what might happen, but it's big and ominous.) Something changes in one part of the sky -it looks like a shape is forming, and the colors are changing, reds and yellows. I tell the others to look at it. We're getting frightened. There's a girl next to me, she's about 14 I guess, and she says something like, "What are we going to do?" I turn to her and say it's going to be all right, I'm sure we'll get out of this okay. She looks dubious, looks around her and starts talking to her friends. I think she doesn't trust me. I'm a little disappointed. (Later) I'm on a dark street in a little parking space just next to the curb, standing outside and near the car, with somebody else, a man, a friend. (We've been with some others previously - possibly the group from the other dream.) He needs to go somewhere for a little while to take care of something, he should be back soon. Meanwhile I'll wait, but it's not a very nice neighborhood and it looks deserted, the street looks slick as if it had rained, and the street light glares down yellow... Down at the other end of this space, at the corner, a group of boys have collected, all black, they may be a gang, and they're harassing a boy that I know -he's black too, maybe 12 or 13, and he's part of something we do (maybe the previous group, maybe we do something with a recreation center). Nice kid. The others are trying to intimidate him, they're not hostile yet. I can catch some of their words, and one or two of them sound like they're about me. Somebody points my direction. Now I'm wondering if they're talking about doing something to me. Oh, dear. I start to speculate about getting in the car and driving off. I'm worried and anxious. <br />       Later: I'm at the library, at a row of shelving, checking through some things. Everyone's attention is directed forward, as if somebody's teaching a class or giving a talk at the front of the room. (And maybe so.) I find a group of cards, look through them, and find mixed in there's some [paper library card applications]/wedding invitations for Geoffrey's wedding. They've got names on them for people I recognize, and it's very stupid for them to be mixed in here. Who did this? (Me, I wonder? - I don't think so.) Well, hell; now what? I should do something about them - call the people up, I guess. I know at least one of them's out of town. I'd better go do that. I turn around and see the next shelf (sorting shelves) is still not sorted completely yet. I'd better do that right quick. I stick my arm out to put the "invitations" down and knock over a lot of books, though I catch some before they go all over. Oh, great. Well, I'll fix it. VK comes over and tells me to let (somebody) do this, he'll be just fine, we need to let him. (This guy isn't visible, but I picture him in my mind's eye as Benny on "L.A. Law". He's slow but quite competent, and new here at the library, we're all learning what he can do.) I tell VK about the "invitations" and go off to deal with them. | 2JSA, 1FSA, 2MSA, 1MKA, 1MSA | AP D, SD D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 406 | 1985-1997 | 9/2/92 | F | A | Debbie Reynolds is doing a musical (maybe "The Unsinkable Molly Brown" at this local theater, with our amateur theater group, and I'm at a rehearsal. I'm helping out in the back, I think, and I've finished for now. But I'm just looking at what they're doing on the stage, trying to get a scene right, and Debbie (who's directing) tells me to come forward and deliver a line. (Actually, I and a couple of other people were just crossing the stage to leave when she noticed us.) She's trying to get something across to the cast and it isn't coming. So they do the bit and I say my line a couple-three times, and that's okay. I go on... I'm taking this light-blue Volkswagen Beetle that's borrowed off this ledge, somewhat like a loading dock. But there are cars parked all around it except one spot on the far side, and I'll have to lower it off the edge. It's not too hard, but I have to be careful not to drop it. I can let it down one end at a time - it has a sort of pole linking the front end and the back end, and it's jointed, so I can guide it. I get it down okay. Next I'm at Gail's house with some women, toward the end of a visit. I'm in the kitchen with her, and there's a bag of some new kind of croutons, they have different kinds of bread - some light, some dark, they'e very good. (One of us is telling the other that she's just discovered these, try them, they're really good.) Also Gail shows me a Sunday comic that she saved for me, it's funny. I'm ready to leave, though, and I go on. There's also a young man here, he's interesting-looking, but I don't get to know much about him - I'm shying away.I go on outside, and have a look at this drain-plug sort of thing. It's a brass-colored metal fixture in a shallow hole in the front walk, with a little hole in the middle of it. There's supposed to be something plugging up that hole, and earlier I poured some white glue into it to help seal it up. Now I'm examining it, picking at the rounded top to see if it's dried, and pour some more glue in from a large bottle I've taken from the house. Satisfied that it'll dry properly to fill up the space, I take the glue back into the house to just return it and go. Inside, I see the young man just inside the next-room doorway, and put the bottle in his hands, saying something like, "Will you put this back, please?" As I'm turning toward the door again, he moans something about how he's going to die and people just use him to fetch and do errands. I turn back to look - he is the very picture of a whiner. I listen to him for a while, and we go into the next room to talk. As he handles the glue bottle, I realize he's blind. Golly. I'm interested and sympathetic, but I realize he needs somebody to help him just feel like a normal person. Apparently he does have other illnesses or disabilities, but he's not really (or necessarily) going to die - he's just being dramatic. He lays on the floor, and while we're still talking, I sit on his back - gently, carefully. I think he could use some massage to his poor tired body, and I adjust a bit - he doesn't protest - and then rock back and forth to give pressure on his back muscles. | 1FPA, 2JSA, 1FKA, 2FSA, 1MSA | AP D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 407 | 1985-1997 | 9/5/920 | F | A | I'm walking out sort of in the country, or the edge of town, intending to get somewhere but seeing all nice things around - the sky, trees, all that, feeling quite perky. I'm taking a different street because it's interesting. It gets very steep - I'm thinking while climbing up it about a situation in an earlier part of the dream, where the exercise group I work out with wants to split up. Part of us are gonna stay where we are, and part move out north somewhere to the edge of town, which will include Gail's - I'm really torn whether I want to go out there with them or stay where I am, which is a great deal more convenient - where I'm used to. They're gonna expect me to make a decision. The sidewalk starts out going by something like a hotel - a big single building, very nicely done, landscaping, set back from the road a bit - nothing on the other side of the street, but there's a regular sidewalk - I pass that up, walking by some houses - it gets steeper & steeper, to the point where I'm just climbing, using my hands even. I guess I might be able to straighten up - I rather doubt it. I'm passing by trees, all that. I keep thinking I'm gonna get to the top - I could turn around & go back of course - I do want to come to a stopping point. When I've gotten up there, there's a house, & I go inside, apparently because I'm supposed to or because it's normal to, but something has changed completely. I see a woman (I have turned into a male policeman, who's married to or was married to the woman who lives here - I used to live here too. There's some people in the front of the house who don't know me and have been inquiring why I want to see her - whether it's ok or not. But I do go back and talk to her, particularly about a TV set and whether or not I should keep it or she should. It's rather awkward but it shouldn't be - it doesn't need to be, we've agreed on what we were gonna do, and I'm not gonna try to persuade her to do anything else. Previously something to do with that exercise class - I believe just watching it - I don't know whether I've been participating with this one or not. The one I'm seeing is a very large group of women rehearsing some kind of dance routine. I suppose it must be an exercise routine because that's what they're there for but it really is, as much as anything, a dance routine. It's rather complicated - they've just run through the last few bits, finished up with a difficult maneuver, it ends up in a kind of lunge-squat, and I'm thinking that would be very hard for me. They decide - somebody decides - they should they should vote on it, whether or not to keep this piece in the routine or not, because it is rather difficult. They decide as a majority that they will keep it in, but I can see that some part of the group thinks its too difficult (or looks as though they think it is). They're divided - there're 2 groups, one in the front, and a kind of aisle, and I don't know if they divided up intentionally that way, or why there's a partition, but there just is. | 2FKA, 1FKA, 2ISA, 1ISA | CO D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 408 | 1985-1997 | 10/1/92 | F | A | I'm downtown at the library - they're having a birthday party for me, it seems like, and we're just finishing up - people are milling around chatting with each other. There's sweets all over the place and I have just met this young man - he's probably in his 20's, somewhat good-looking, I like him, he's fun - reminds me a good bit of Russ. He's wanting to know a good place to go and eat lunch. Someone has suggested to him a restaurant just outside of downtown (which I don't hear named but it appears they're talking about the Dixie) and he needs to know how to get there. I start to tell him only I'm not doing too well at it verbally, so I want a map. I look around and what I find is some sketchy little map that shows you downtown but not the individual streets. I despair of showing him on that - we're just not getting very far. I decide I'd better find a Mapsco - can't find the one that's supposed to be around here, so I go and get the one in my car. People are around; some are taking home their leftovers and some handing them to me, so I've got like a box with leftover cookies in it, and bits of pie and cake and whatnot. We're still having a conversation along the way and I'm thinking I quite like him - I've been in this situation before, where here's a nice young man, that I might actually be flirting with and want to have a relationship with - if I was (a) younger and (b) slimmer, and surprised that he's being as chatty as he is, and wondering if he does have something on his mind - which would surprise me, but you know the behavior is there. And he's trying to have a conversation with me while other people are trying to chat with me as well and we meet them on the way out. Now, the car is in a garage in the back yard - of course the library has no back yard, but now they do, and it's sunny outside. There's hedges all around - the situation is very much like a Sunday after church in summer. So: I am needing to get somewhere eventually, but also wanting to talk to this guy. There's an appointment I need to get to - I get in the car & fetch out the Mapsco and put the stuff I'm carrying on the dashboard. I start to show him where it is - he's looking a bit impatient with me, and finally in a kind of frustration he's yanking me aside and saying, "Look, I want to sleep with you" - which was kind of abrupt but, well, gets the point across - and then I'm astonished, of course, & have no idea what to say to him. So we go back inside and talk some more sitting on the floor in front of some chairs. There's other people sort of casually about - it's more like somebody's living room now, and there's a book under the chair I'm sitting in front of and I can see it suddenly. I realize it's something I had been missing and needed to take with me wherever it is that I'm going. So I do - I decide that it's time I went, so I get my book and my other stuff & go on. I'm going to a psychotherapist's office I guess - she seems to be a psychotherapist in the way she behaves (I'm not sure that the whole situation is that way) and I am like half an hour late or more, and she's kind of reluctant to even see me because after all I've barely got time to even get started before she's got another client - but I sit there and we talk anyway. I seem to have a problem - a specific problem that needs addressing - it's hard to say whether it's serious or not from this vantage point - but she is certainly taking it seriously, and I seem not to be taking it seriously since after all, I'm this late. | 2JSA, 1MSA, 1ISA, 2JSA | null |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 409 | 1985-1997 | 11/1/92 | F | A | I'm in a house with Gail - I don't know if it's her house or not. I've been doing something with some others & need to go home - it's not that we've been all together doing whatever it is, but I have been doing whatever I'm supposed to be doing, on my own, involving moving around the house. Gail is working somewhere in another part of the house & I'm taking my leave, basically - I've gone through the kitchen & looked in the refrigerator to see if there's anything to munch on particularly, to take along for the ride. There's nothing - I'm disappointed and I'm going on to get my gear in another room. So I do that, and on the way back take a turn through the kitchen again & lo and behold there's some cookies now, nice looking ones - storebought but that's okay - so I munch on one and, grabbing a few others & holding them in my hand, I go on. I run into some of the other people, including Gail, who is sitting I think at a computer & working. I'm hiding the cookies - I don't want them to see that I've taken them without permission & I've got them down at my side in my hand - and occasionally when I have to move my hand I squish it a little bit & I'm afraid I'm squashing the cookies but that is how it is, I guess. On my way past where Gail is sitting I see that she has some other cookies too, of her own, on a tray - they're very nice looking as a matter of fact, these look homemade, some of them have chocolate on them, I think - and I wish that I'd been around to get some of those. But that's sad, and I go on. The house apparently leads into a hardware store because I am in a hardware store next, and I haven't been outside and walked into it. It's very close; there's stuff everywhere, even overhead, sort of a general-store look to it - there's more than one room, and there's nobody about -I know the store's run by a family, there's a number of them - and I wonder if they're closed, which would be very strange. I pass by the front door and see that there's a hasp on it, and it's moved over but there isn't any padlock and I'm most concerned about that - how in the world could it be that there's nobody here and they're closed but they haven't locked the door? It's most disconcerting, and I decide I'd better call the police. I go a little way beyond the front door and see that I can see in the mirror if there's somebody at the front, and indeed there is. There's a mirror rigged so you can see whoever's just outside the front door. There's a young woman, blond I think - she's got on a sort of business suit - looks like a nice person. She opens the door and comes in - I can see her standing in the entry - I move forward a little bit and make a casual remark - as least it sounded casual to me, about how, "Oh, I didn't realize that anyone was coming in - I wanted to see if it was possible to get in the front door." She looks rather startled and concerned - looks around and leaves. I hadn't realized she couldn't see me - the entry is a very close place too, kind of cave-like, and this mirror's not flat against the wall like I thought it was, I have to look for it. I myself am beyond the wall into the next room and I can see into the entry to that room; there's no door to shut, and the mirror I'm seeing is in a kind of cleft or recess in the wall, which is on the craggy side, and it's placed at just such an angle that you can see what you need to see - for instance, somebody coming in the front door, but they can't see you. They can't see the mirror either. So she's gone, and at this time the proprietor shows up, and his family, and it turns out that what's been going on is they've been preparing for a family celebration of some kind. They've gone off to get things from the back - food and whatnot - and they have left the store open, but they didn't figure they'd be gone any length of time. Now I'm feeling kind of thwarted - here I was going to be a hero - I had been telling them, "Well, yes, I saved your store from being robbed" maybe, or something, but I'm no longer needed now. <br />       Before I go I figure I will go into this side room and do a kind of meditation ritual which involves spreading a sort of blanket (or maybe it's a robe of some kind) and setting a little altar sort of thing, and I'm starting to do that. But the owner is also setting up something in this room - it might be a barbecue pit or something like that - he and one of his sons maybe or another relative, are bustling around carrying things and setting them up in the middle and he's pretty oblivious to me. I guess that I could be going on doing what I'm doing for all of him, but I'm definitely uncomfortable carrying on with it - I think that I might, I guess, but I realize there's no way I can meditate with this going on. So I pack up my stuff and I'm thinking maybe I'll do it at home - not the best way to do it but I'll do it. Now right after this (or between the house and the hardware store, but I think it's after) I stop by a place where there are people I know (I don't think it's the hardware store family but it might be) and there is a young girl that's a friend of mine - she has bought a puzzle game that she's wanting everybody to do and before I go she wants me to put a piece of the puzzle in - she hands me one and says, "There ya go - go ahead - you put this one in, this is where we are!" and she shows me the picture of how it's supposed to look. I figure where it's supposed to go and I put it in and then I grab another one and put it in, and suddenly of course I've got jigsaw-puzzle fever. My piece looked like a corner - like land on a map next to water, but it was definitely a right angle [but?] that was supposed to be where we are - and I can see a piece that looks like a part of New England - like New Jersey or Maine or something like that, maybe New York, and I'm thinking, okay, this is a map of New England. But it's not really and as I keep putting things together bit by bit it turns out that it's not just that but it's the whole United States - how did I miss that? That's really strange. I've got the thing mostly put together, and I realize - and my friend does too - that if I keep on going like this, her family's not going to have any parts to put into it, and it's embarrassing. But at the same time I want to finish it, oh, just got a few more pieces! But the better part of valor is to take it all apart and let the family do it - someone comes in, a man who is familiar but I don't know who he is now, maybe he's an actor or some other personality, don't think somebody I really know, I think he's the dad here, and he makes some joke about taking it all apart because he doesn't know why I put it all together in the first place. So I pull all the pieces apart and put them back in the box. Now, there's also a scene from a time before the house with Gail in it, I think - it seems to be gone - I am in another house with another group of people and there's a big metal shelving unit with things on it that falls over and falls right on a glass-topped coffee table. I can see it start to go and I realize it's going to break the thing to smithereens if it lands there, but there isn't anything that I can do about it while it slowly keels over and goes kablam. There's pieces of glass everywhere and everybody's gonna have to help clean it up and we're gonna have to be careful, of course, not to get cut by the glass. | 1FKA, 2ISA | SD D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 410 | 1985-1997 | 12/7/92 | F | A | I am some sort of clerk, perhaps a messenger [...?] and I have files or some kind of papers to take to Bob Costas who is some kind of elected official. He is in some kind of house or building some litttle distance away from where I am. It's a very nice old building - the way you'd like old buildings or offices to be - has that dark wood, long hallways, heavy doors, molding, all that. I go through on the first floor - I know people in here - and I know Bob too, not very well, especially - certainly well enough to drop in on him, and exchange greetings and whatnot, when I bring these papers. But today he's sick - maybe he has the flu, he's very sick indeed and there's a bed in there - the building may not always have been a government building in the first place, but in any case there's a little room that he's in that has a bed in it - there's nothing at all unusual about that, because after all sometimes even a government official might need to lie down or he might be sick. I pass by that room - I stop and talk to his secretary, who will take the papers and see that they get handled, and she's just telling me that it would be best not to disturb him right now. I go into the hall only a few feet away and sit down in a chair to wait for the papers to get handled. (The next thing I know about) l have left there and I guess I've gone home, but wherever, I've been informed - I think by telephone - that Bob Costas has died. This is a shock and disappointment to everybody - he's really well liked, he's a really nice guy, and I'm thinking particularly of Judy Early - she's a particular friend of his, she and her husband. I'm supposed to see her later myself, and she calls me and she doesn't know that I know yet, and I can hear the sadness in her voice, and she mentions it and I say, "Yes, I already know - I'm terribly sorry", so we reschedule our meeting for another time. Chris is also here - I think he just stopped by for a visit and I tell him that I'm gonna go out and do something else. I think I still have some sort of business to take care of. But in any case, where I go next is a kind of amusement place. What I see is a sort of lobby with a hostess-type person in it, and food service, drink service, and waitresses and whatnot - they're in sort of little costumes, the theme is more or less middle European. I don't know what else there is to do, but there's this thing that's not exactly a ride, it's a place where can you walk down on it and be very high up in the air - it's a thrill sort of thing. I decide I'm gonna do this - I've got a drink in my hand as well - not supposed to be dangerous of course, but it's the sort of thing people get nervous about. I'm certainly nervous to some extent - I have a mixture of feelings, where I'm still sad about Bob and wanting to be on my own and kind of reflective, and at the same time I think it would be helpful to be out on this thing, where there could be some other element in my feelings - where I could (?) a kind of stimulus - a bit of external excitement. As I say, I've got a drink of some kind & go to the entrance of the thing, and meet up with Dirk Kirk - he works here, I don't know in what capacity, but I had said I wanted to talk to him, and he comes along. Brenda is somewhere not far behind, but Dirk comes up & we visit for a bit. I am really wanting to carry on an extended conversation but it turns out he can't go out on this thing because he's an employee. Of course he's got stuff to do - I think his job is as usual some sort of less-than-thrilling, less-than-impressive job but he certainly wants to keep it, and there are people who will notice if he's not doing what he's supposed to be doing. He's kind of tentative about spending so much time talking to me already. We exchange a few bits of information - I tell him about Bob and he tells me how things are going with him & Brenda and of course tries to make things very up-and-up, very cheerful, & Brenda comes along with a friend of hers and sorta waits & doesn't say much - an air of vague disapproval - nothing too exotic. I go ahead take my leave of them and go on out to this thing. You sort of step onto this thing very much like a terrace, that goes down gradually - there's a bit of walkway with a wood railing - you can sit on built-in benches - and the thing is, as you walk along, the thing shakes, it feels rickety indeed. Now, everything else that you can see is quite stable, the building it's attached to is quite stable - and the ground is not several stories down as you imagine, there's actually a floor not too far below you, so it seems as if you fell it wouldn't be too drastic. But at the same time the thing continues to go down so what I assume is that the whole structure is going down - [I'm assuming that now, but I didn't in the dream - I didn't know what to expect in the dream] but the place you're standing on, if you're moving, is going to shake with you. If you sit down it's stable again, and that's why I do it. Like I said, I'm wanting to reflect and I'm quite willing to just move out here and sit down for a bit, drink my drink and muse upon things - about the sadness and how people come and go and how your friends can be sad and you can sympathize with 'em, and that's all I do for a while. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 2JKA | SD D, SD D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 411 | 1985-1997 | 12/2/92 | F | A | I am watching TV early in the morning with my brother - watching Howard Stern. It's a TV version of his regular morning studio radio show, and he is just having discussions with people around in the office and there's a portion where there's barely anybody visible on the screen. My brother and I are occasionally having a conversation (not my real brother, by the way - bears some resemblance to the actor Robert Hayes - younger I suppose) - I'm in school and I think he is too. But for some reason he isn't going today. I'm supposed to go, and the later it gets the more at risk I am of being late. Bonnie is our mother - she's in another room, when the phone rings. I am supposed to be getting ready for school and it occurs to me that I'd better start moving. She comes back and says she has to go to - maybe it's the hospital - there is someone she knows in trouble and she has to go and help out somehow and I am asking if it's somebody I know - [she says a first name I don't remember right now] - she says, "I have go right now" - anyhow she's not answering the question. Seems kind of distracted, definitely quite worried - whatever is going on, it's very serious - I keep after her for several tries - ["somebody"] who? - is it the one I know? Do I know this person? "Can I help?" obviously is what I mean - and she eventually says, "No, I don't think you do know her", and I say, "Well okay, but I just wanted to know." She goes (now I'm thinking Bonnie is my grandmother maybe) - meanwhile I go into the bathroom. The object is, I need to get ready for school - I've looked at the clock - or a clock, and discovered it's 10 in the morning - I'm really startled - school starts at 8, and the TV - well, the show goes on all morning, I'm thinking, "Surely I haven't just sat and stared at the TV this long!" I look at another clock, and it says 8 o'clock, which is bad enough, but how could the clocks be at 2 different hours? This is terrible! I had better get to school anyhow - this has really got me upset. I've never done anything like this before - certainly I may have been late some places before, but nothing like this, and at school they're gonna think that I've cut or something. This is terrible. But I go into the bathroom and there's stuff, everywhere that I want to use - the bathtub has something in it, some kind of cloth or maybe a shower curtain or something - the sink has corn on the cob in it - not whole pieces, small chunks - and that is just disgusting. (There's something else - I don't know if there's 2 sinks but there's something else I wanted to use that's clogged up with something.) I'mjust outraged and I know that my brother is responsible for at least the sink, because it's his stuff, and I think the bathtub too, and somebody else has left the other stuff and I am wanting to get this fixed up right now. I do not wish to do it myself - it's not my mess. I know I can't ask Bonnie to do it, and my brother - geez - he's a lazy bum himself. So I sort of throw my hands up for a while. Then I realize I can't remember my class schedule. I'm always late, but it seems like I haven't been in school in days and I can't remember what class comes when. This is really weird and disconcerting, and I know that when I get to school I can stop in the principal's office and ask where I'm supposed to be. But this is already just too weird a morning for me to handle already. I'm mad at my brother and even sort of mad at Bonnie, and I just don't know what to make of anything. Outside some people are arriving - I think they're my parents - and some other people, family - and I've gone outside - getting to be on my way to school - and I've stopped to greet them. My brother has for some reason shrunk very small and fallen into a drain hole - not a gutter, it's a round hole in the sidewalk and there's water rushing, rushing, rushing, underneath it. It's kind of as though he shrinks as he falls, really. I have a little vindictive pleasure at seeing him fall in there but at the same time, well, he's my brother, and he's going to get swept away and possibly killed, even, if I let him stay there. But he hangs on to something for a bit and I reach in and grab his legs and then pick him up kind of like a doll with my other hand behind his back and pull him back out again. | 1MKA, 2JSA, 1FKA, 1ISA | AP D, CO D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 412 | 1985-1997 | 8/1/94 | F | A | I have met a young man who professed to be in love with me. He thinks I am the greatest thing since sliced bread, hugely entertaining, beautiful, enchanting - he can't get enough of me, and wants to be at my side every minute. He wants to give me everything, and has bought me presents, lots of them. There's a big shopping bag with boxes in it, all wrapped. I'm overwhelmed, barely know what to say. He's awfully nice (if a bit over-energetic and bouncy), and nice-looking too. Sandy or reddish hair, on the slender side, jeans and shirt or T-shirt... I do like him a lot, but couldn't say I love him, not yet anyway, this is happening awfully fast. We're in a public place, sort of - open hallways, a wide "T" intersection, generally featureless but comfortable, sitting on a wall bench or something. Other people go by sometimes. It's right before Christmas, and a group forms, mostly my family, including my father, and we're exchanging Christmas presents. I'm being given lots of nice things, and my boyfriend is giving me even more stuff; eventually I realize that I haven't even opened the first presents yet, this is just more than I can handle. Overwhelming.I am somewhat infirm. My legs and hips don't work right, I can't bend or walk properly. I think this is part of my attraction for this young man, and it's nice to have so much attention when I feel so shy and inadequate. He helps me get this little vehicle - it's something more like a go-kart than a wheelchair - and I really am grateful for the mobility. But I have somewhere else to be, so I have to leave. He doesn't want me to go, of course, but it's not going to be long - we tear ourselves away from each other. Along the way I am at a little "antique shop". It's a kind of open-air thing - cute furniture, figurines, that sort of thing - run by a rather testy dilettante and a friend or two. I'm looking at a little table, and want to see it (or something under it) closer, so I put both hands on it to steady me while I carefully lower myself down to a squat. With my weight partially on this table, it starts to tilt - it turns out to be very unstable, even though it looks sturdy enough. We both nearly crash. A big heavy vase, however, slides forward and off. It falls to the ground, and a round "ear"-handle piece breaks off of it. At least it didn't smash all to pieces, I figure, though the shop owner is looking quite anxious. She's been watching me anyway, like I was not up to her usual quality of customer anyhow - now she looks as if she's waiting to see if I'll offer to pay for the vase. I think I'd just as soon wait to see if she'll ask me to pay for it, since I don't figure it was my fault it got broken anyway. It wasn't exactly displayed as safely as all that, and I might've gotten hurt myself. I go along. I'm meeting up with the Current Collection staff (including Becky , who's still the manager). I have some writing to do, an article for (some publication - a newsletter or -paper or magazine) on a day in the life of President Clinton. I'm a bit behind, and I'm only just getting started, organizing my thoughts and thinking about how to open it. The Current Collection folks are going on a field trip to the Carrollton Public Library for a conference of some kind, and I decide to join them. We get into a mini-van (Becky's I think) and pull out onto a broad, tree-lined avenue. I'm thinking in quotes for my article, like "President Clinton's day started out with a drive down this broad, tree-lined avenue (insert name), and..." something about orange juice and muffins goes through my mind. I have my notebook and pen out, jotting notes. I'm wearing my black wool cape, and I'm sitting in the middle seat of the van, opposite the door so there's no seat next to me. My cape hem is dragging on the floor and I pull it up, discovering that it's heavily coated with dust, yuck. We arrive at Carrollton Public. I've been here before - it's way out in the boonies, and has daycare/preschool facilities as well as library and study areas. This one big place is crawling with rug rats and nice young teacher types in charge, kiddie-colorful playstuff all over. I have my purse and a pillow with me; thinking to put them down while I walk around, I toss them onto this "chair" thing - there's 3 or 4 together, actual chairs but on high poles. [I have no idea how you'd be meant to use them.] Then I think better of it, since they'd probably be very tempting to the kids. They'd probably try to get at them, and hurt themselves. So I grab them back (a stretch) and take them along. We go outside, and across to another building - it's a campus-y sort of place - and I run into Melanie. I'm really surprised to see her here. She says she comes down sometimes to help facilitate these conferences. I tell her I remembered us being here before, and she says yes, it's right through there where we were - pointing through an open door to another small building, whose door I can see facing us. It's a sort of mission-style place, the door sort of rustic and round (or angled?) at the top. I had been working with a man on some project, and we had used this place as a retreat; I remember the heavy wood table in the room just beyond the small foyer, and working by lamplight long hours... we go along to the room where we're going to be meeting. People are elsewhere behind the scenes, getting things ready. Melanie asks me and the 1 or 2 others with me if we want a Coke or something to drink. I ask for water. She says there isn't any, unless I want to use the garden hose. I'd forgotten this place doesn't have any running water inside, you have to bring your own drinks. Oh, well, a Coke'll have to do then. Later, I'm inside the actual library at the circ. desk. It's close to closing time, getting dark outside, and people are lining up to check out. It's a pretty small space, close, and I get an impression of the local community character of the people and staff. There's a bulletin board with community flyers and information on it. But everything seems to be going along quite businesslike. | 1MSA, 1MKA, 2JKA, 1MKA, 1ISA | HA D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 413 | 1985-1997 | 8/3/94 | F | A | I'm in the library, just arriving (later in the day - maybe back from lunch or a trip) - it's pretty busy, lots of people in - I notice Ramon checking out. I go into the back room and check who's there. We have a number of people helping us out because we're so shorthanded, people from other branches and downtown. Most are taking breaks, sitting on the floor against the wall - it's a long room, dark with only the oblique afternoon light coming from the wall of windows at the far end. Everybody's in that sort of half-shadow - not dark enough to not be able to see, but not light enough to see clearly. I count heads, and exchange a few words, making sure everybody's okay and we're covered on the desk. I don't want us to get exhausted, and it can be a near thing. I go on into the next room, where there's another workroom. I go back there and [lost - do some stuff, notice the clock, something's wrong with it, it's been moved or it's broken or both] - I have to go out front and check out. But VK's taken away the checkout stand! Why in the world would he do that? Didn't he realize we need it? I have to improvise - quickly I grab a nearby lectern, brown wood, not real sturdy, but it'll have to do. Now I have to gather up circ. forms and so on. In a couple of minutes I'm checking out okay, just making do, but later when I get time I'll have to get things better organized. | 2JSA, 1MKA, 2JSA, 1MKA | null |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 414 | 1985-1997 | 7/3/94 | F | A | I'm in the Business Office, watching Bonnie in another room - she's been called to some kind of meeting and someone is talking. There's a lot of other folks there too, and I can't easily slip in and tell her I'm going out to the drugstore for the rest of my lunch hour. (They're not for the most part sitting around a table or anything, she's sort of perched on a desk and a lot of people are standing up.) A storm is coming up outside and I figure it's now or never, so I get up as close as I can and wave at her. She looks around and I quickly stage-whisper. She says okay, and this other guy from the office says he'll go with me (did Bonnie suggest it?). I don't really want him to, he'll only slow me down - I only have 10 minutes left, and I've been getting antsy about it. [Note: I'm aware in the dream that I really can't make it in 10 minutes, but- I ignore it and try to pretend.] As we're putting our coats on, the storm is increasing, huge claps of thunder and incredible winds. It's pretty stupid to go out there but I'm determined to get away. We're putting on big trench coats like big-business city people - and we're in an office that has old-style metal desks and file cabinets, blinds on the windows, it's a fairly small place. There are swinging doors up at the head - that's where Bonnie went through to the meeting. We're on bicycles now, and we're not going to a drugstore after all, but an antique-restoration place. There's four of us: me, Jenny, Heather, and the guy - unless he's a totally different guy, he's more of a pal now, and he's black now. Tall. We're in the antique place. It's cramped in this little room, with a high yellow light and a cluttered counter. The repairman is middleaged, got some white hair, friendly but quiet. Jenny has brought a piece to him, it's brass or bronze, has pieces [maybe it's a clock]. He examines it, thinking, nods his head, takes it into an adjacent workroom. We chat while we wait, and Heather is looking at something she has with her, a thing with pieces, some of which are pressed glass, a light blue. I take a piece of it to look at, and it's cracked, which surprises me. [This thing may be some kind of lantern.] I say this guy might be able to repair it - there's some other damage - why don't you ask him? She says she might, and I'm thinking of the time too - we need to get back to work. Now we're all back on our bikes, going back a different way than we came, and I'm concerned about it - I hope we don't get lost, or it doesn't take twice as long. We're going down residential streets, very nice, tall trees on each side, mostly shaded from the branches overhead, nice houses. We chat as we ride along, we're having a good time. We come to some stores and/or a restaurant. We ride by the side of one, on the sidewalk, and I'm carefully going around the corner when I see a little boy on a little bike, he's just starting off with a sister and Mom (I'm not sure if Mom's on a bike), and as I go right by him he starts to fall over. He reaches out in a bit of panic, and I grab him just as he's going forward and the bike can't be stopped. [He's probably about 7 - shorts, flowered short-sleeved shirt, sneakers, blonde hair, nice-looking.] I've got his arm, and even though I can't prevent him falling down, I'm easing him down so he doesn't go splat. The bike falls on him, on his rear, but it's not heavy, so it's not doing any damage. I pluck it off of him with my other hand (I'm still straddling my bike) and set it off to the side, then I give him support to stand up. He seems a little surprised, but none the worse for wear. Relieved. His mother says he should thank me, which he does nicely, and I say I'm glad I could help (or some such thing), very cheery, and we pedal on. The incident is reminding me of something, and suddenly I remember we're not wearing helmets. I point this out to the others, saying we might to be careful. (Of course, none of us thought to wear a helmet because we don't care about them, but they did pass that city ordinance. Now I'm self-conscious.) <br />       We're still in the neighborhood, and we come to a corner where a group of people are outside, all dressed up in costumes - mostly fanciful, like SCA or fantasy - one girl seems to be Morticia Addams-like. There's something like a garage sale going on [though I think it's more than that], and we know a few of these people somewhat, so we stop and talk to them. Inside, Jenny's met up with somebody she knows well, and she's hitching a lift back with him. (It seems to be Mel Torme - he's here, but she hasn't said it was him.) [There are big tables in here, piled with big things like maybe carpet rolls or something. It's a bit musty and there's a yellow light, as from a single bulb. Warm.] I say, "You don't want to ride with us on such a nice day?" - I've been teasing her for some time about keeping up the pace, are we going too fast for you?, etc. She says, "I'm a needy smoker - I've got to have a cigarette". We all laugh, tease a little more, we plan our next route. | 1FKA, 1ISA, 2JSA, 1MKA | AP D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 415 | 1985-1997 | 7/4/96 | F | A | I'm on a little trip out of town, trying to get hold of four papers - some sort of legal documents from the city or county or something, that this little lawyer says I need. I've come with somebody (or he/she's come with me, for the ride), but I've sent (him/her) along while I look for the right office in this building. So I get there and apply for the things I need. The clerk comes back with two of them, and says the other two are back in the city. I roll my eyes - of course the little lawyer told me that I'd have to come all the way here for all of them. What a nuisance. I go back and pick up my stuff, and aim for the exit door that leads to the parking lot. Then I hesitate, thinking that I might make better time if I go the other way down the interior hallway. I start that way, stop again, change my mind again and go the other way. Whle we were travelling up here, I kept thinking about getting to a coffee house somewhere. I'd been looking forward to that more than finding the courthouse and getting these papers. Now, since we found the courthouse first and I've gotta go right back now, heaven knows when I'm gonna get any coffee. Nuts. <br />       The papers I got seem to be some sort of maps, which show the location of some family property, near. The lawyer's office even shows up - not as such, but I'm pointing out its site to somebody. | 1MOA, 1ISA | CO D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 416 | 1985-1997 | 7/8/96 | F | A | I'm looking for a place to live in another town. I don't know where the best areas are, but I'm visiting with some people who can help me look. There's a girl who knows electricity and building - she does something with it for a living - and she helps me examine a place that looks pretty junky. The LT community meetings are being held (outdoors?) under some trees, and I've come early. John Larroquette is here and trying to get a young guy to get up on an elephant - it's kind of a prank, he knows it's hard and he'll have an even harder time getting down. It is pretty funny. He's right in front of me, and swinging around pretty wild, so I get up and move back a bit. He ends up on the elephant, but facing backwards. Oh, boy. Folks start to show up, and I remember I need to tell Grace that I made the phone calls I was supposed to make - I'm way behind. I'm staying in a little, dark apartment with a guy, and another man has just come to stay briefly. We're having a conversation, rather quiet; I'm showing him where things are. I'm getting ready to go somewhere and haven't got all my clothes on, which is usually okay, but I don't know if he's uncomfortable with it, so I mention it to him. It's a little awkward, and I get a little self-conscious. I actually think about what it might be like to have him touch me, as if it might help. | 2ISA, 1FSA, 1MKA, 1MSA, 1MSA, 1MSA, 1MSA | null |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 417 | 1985-1997 | 11/12/97 | F | A | I'm in another city. It's very different, old, sort of European, there are big old buildings and bridges and levels. Someone else is driving, we're crossing a wide street, maybe 4 lanes and as we pass I see a couple of cars heading straight for each other, head-on. I think the one facing away from us is going the wrong way, since it's on the left half of the street - but the oncoming car evades it, and as they clear the lane I can see the arrows, and it was the oncoming car [which was] in a lane marked for the other direction, after all - there's just one oncoming lane. He was lucky. We come to the place I'm staying, with a family, and we decide to go out for a little excursion, still downtown. We drive past a big open space created by the building (no windows, but probably the back of a big department store) and a wide pavement, kind of a mall. There are benches built into the wall and lots of people about, visiting, strolling. There's yellow street light, enough so there are no dark spaces, but not bright. The building wall recedes in places, to form a big alcove. We've gone around various streets and you can see they're not flat - this area goes up and down a lot, it adds to the interest. We stopped and got out to stroll and we're passing a bakery/restaurant, as we walk up into a sort of covered mall. The window is sort of a long bay, leading around inside, and there are wonderful, fancy, hearty breads displayed. One of them looks to me like a tomato bread - dark with a reddish cast. It's a huge round domed loaf with a chunk cut out to show the inside, like some others in the window. I've stopped to admire, and the others gather round. The daughter is next to me, pointing at various ones, and I peer closer at the "tomato" bread, thinking maybe it isn't that, but it sure looks good. We agree we have to stop in here, maybe eat something - it seems very cheerful [very European-cosmopolitan] inside. It looks as though they sell the breads by the pound, we should get some to take home too. | 1MSA, 2JSA, 1FKA | null |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 418 | 1985-1997 | 11/23/97 | F | A | Dana Scully is pushing a shopping cart up to a house on a very nice street with old, large brick houses built on a rise - it's gray out. She's hurrying, and a young man is following, he can't quite keep up with her, although he's the one that invited her to come along with him. She goes right up to the house purposefully, and on in, he follows. [She's just going to stay for a bit and then go home - she makes a phone call to let somebody know where she is?] I'm in a house with Candace Bergen (her house? our house?) - I'm sort of her assistant. She's expecting a famous doctor and we're just getting ready, refreshments and that, and I'm a bit flustered, nervous [as if I haven't done this long, or don't do it well...]. There's somebody at the door, and I open it. It's a guy in a suit (balding, glasses, tall, bit of a dork), and I say hello, Dr., [please come in? fading - we discover he's not the right one, perhaps after he comes in, it's awkward.] Another knock - I go again, and it's another guy in a suit, gray wavy hair, handsomeish, tall. I've forgotten his name - I say, "Yes?" - hoping he'll say, "Hello, I'm Dr. ____" so I can respond to that, but he doesn't, he says [something like], "Hello, is Miss Bergen in?" and I say a name that pops into my head - which isn't the right one, and there's confusion, but at least we get him in, and there we all are including this other guy who's a fifth wheel. I'm in a house with (Sue S.? someone who is a bit older, in charge, sort of mother, sort of leader) - there's a bunch of other girls here, we're a group. I have my own room, off the kitchen, where (she) is. [Something's going on that's faded, but I'm feeling small and vulnerable, the room is a bit more than daytime-dark, it's shadowy. There's hesitance about getting something done. Something specific about clothes tossed on a little chair in the corner next to the door.] Later, there's a trial going on. In the kitchen, (she) is questioning someone - the lights are on bright there. Around the counter/bar, there's me and a few others. We're the "jury", and I'm the only one paying much attention. I'm sitting with another girl, and we occasionally exchange some comments, but across a partition and up a level, there's maybe 4 others at a table, and they're just acting like teenagers (I guess we all are) and gabbing away. It gets to where I can't hear the "witness", and I say something like, "Stop talking - no one is hearing what she's saying," which of course is rude but much worse, we're supposed to be taking part in this trial. And it may mean I'm the one who has to make the decision because I'm the only one who heard the evidence. | 1FKA, 1MSA, 1ISA, 1MSA, 2FSA, 2FSA | AP D |
alta | Alta: a detailed dreamer | 418a | 1985-1997 | 11/23/97 | F | A | I'm with some friends outside - maybe at a cafe patio table or something, happy, chatting - a gray day. A bum (or eccentric) comes by (panhandling?) and we exchange a word or two, he goes off. He has a contraption - something on wheels that he pushes along, it's meant to be some sort of vehicle but he's not in it but behind it, with a long "steering" handle-sort-of-thing. He's heading into water just next to us - he thinks the thing will float and he'll travel over it, but obviously it's just junk, and we watch him trundle up to the water (it's very gradual going down), and push the thing forward. Of course it goes further under the water because it's forward [of him], but under it goes. We're wondering if we should be stopping or helping him or what, but someone thinks we should just leave him alone, so we do. [Same place, I think] I'm by myself now, my friends are leaving. One of them is Peggy, who I've just learned is now operating a Metro Diner with James. This is different for them, but very enterprising, and I think I should come see it. I ask where it is, and she gives me some landmarks - it's in a part of town we don't go to much - and she seems just a hair short of welcoming. I have an impression of her and James thinking I'm a hypocrite for being interested in what they do. (It's just an impression.) She really looks good - her hair is longer and waved sort of 40's-50's, sexy, and her face is different, more sophisticated, great makeup, strong character. | 2IKA, 1MSA, 1FKA, 1MKA | HA D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-01 | 1996 | 1996-04-03 | F | Y | My memory of this dream is vague. I think the setting is on a college campus. I'm in a cafe and two elderly ladies walk in and start talking to me about a university that a guy I am dating got into for law school. They were saying that I was accepted. I thought that this information was weird because I didn't even apply to this school. I got the feeling that while I was talking to these ladies, that they were interviewing me as art of the orientation to go there. I was also pregnant in the dream and he cafe that I was in was a hospital cafe. The guy I am dating is in the dream and we were talking, but I'm not sure about what. | 2FSA, 1MKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-02 | 1996 | 1996-04-04 | F | Y | The scene of the dream was the same as the movie The Terminator. It featured my sister and mother and Arnold Schwartzenegger. We are in a neighborhood setting and I am outside playing on the street when a man drives up and asks me for directions and I tell him I am not familiar with the place he is asking about. He says, "But you live around here and you should know." The street he wanted happened to be the street we were on. Then the scene goes to a gym and I am confused about what is going on. Then I see Arnold and a big man with white hair talking at a table. Right before that I see a soap opera star on a nearby TV doing a commercial. My sister is with me and we are talking about the soap opera star. The actress's name is Lisa Rinna and she plays Billie Reed on Days of Our Lives. Then I see another soap star and this time it is an actress from General Hospital who plays Lois Quartermane. She is singing a Beatle's song, "Yesterday." Then I focused on Arnold and the man with white hair. They are in a grocery store that looks like a nightclub. The guy with white hair is referred to as the "Boss" man. He is telling Arnold to do something and Arnold doesn't want to do it. Then the "Boss" man starts to threaten Arnold, so Arnold gives in and does what the "Boss" man requests. Arnold commented on how much he liked Lois's singing and he got up and that's when I saw that one of Arnold's arms is robotic. It looked like he had just gotten into a fight and some of his flesh was peeled off and that's how I could see part of the robot arm. The "Boss" man got up after Arnold left and jumps for joy and starts to run out of the building. A pudgy little waiter or maybe the manager asks before he leaves is there anything more that he wanted. The "Big" man just laughs and says no. Then he runs out of the building. The floor started to shake and it seems like all of the people are going to fall through the floor, but they just vanish. This was a morbid thought for me because they just ceased to exist. The building then blew up, but it was then I saw that all the people have gotten out safely. I got the feeling that Arnold saved all the people that were in the restaurant. | 1FKA, 1MPA, 1MSA, 1FPA, 1MOA, 2JSA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-03 | 1996 | 1996-04-05 | F | Y | I was in a mansion or more like a castle and there was a person who was supposed to be the devil in the castle. He was snapping his fingers and slitting people's throats. I was running away and riding my bike through my neighborhood. Then I arrive at the preschool where I am doing a field study, and I am a teacher and my students and I are playing a name song. When it gets to one of the male volunteers, he leans in and kisses me. I don't recognize his face, but I seem to know him. I have a strong physical attraction to this person and throughout the dream I hope he feels the same way. Then I am with the children again and we are running from some other children who are the devil. The devil looks like someone from Bach's era. He has a wide grin on his malicious-looking face. The children and I are escaping in a jeep, but have to leave the jeep and continue on foot. We are in a jungle now and I lose one of the children, which has me scared, but then I found the child again, alive and well. | 5MSA, 2JOC, 1MOA, 2JSC, 1ISC, 1ISC | AP D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-04 | 1996 | 1996-04-06 | F | Y | This dream took place in the water. Two sisters wanted to be mermaids. So they turned into mermaids, but one of the sisters really wanted to have her sister's legs, so she took them. She returned them to their rightful owner after she was done using them. One of my sorority sisters whom I haven't seen in a while was also in my dream. She was telling me she was going to school in another state, and I told her that I had family there. I felt uncomfortable talking to her and I could sense tension between us. We had been taking care of some babies as we were talking and I felt like she didn't like me, or had something against me. | 2FSA, 1FKA, 1FKA, 2JKC | AP D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-05 | 1996 | 1996-04-08 | F | Y | The guy that I have been dating was standing in his room naked with one of his housemates who is a girl, and someone whom he has previously slept with. She was lying on the floor, also naked. I walked into the room and as I saw them, they both told me not to worry, that nothing was going on. I believed them and said, "OK," and walked out of the room. | 1MKA, 1FKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-06 | 1996 | 1996-04-10 | F | Y | I was Wonder Woman and I was throwing a lasso over people and making them tell the truth. In my dream I also saw an Asian girl who was pretending to be Wonder Woman, but I knew she was a fraud and everyone else around us knew she wasn't the real Wonder Woman. I threw a lasso over her so she would tell the truth. I wanted to help her. | 5FPA, 2JSA, 1FEA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-07 | 1996 | 1996-04-14 | F | Y | It was the first day of classes for the quarter and I had the feeling that I was caught up with the workload and felt good about my knowledge of the class material. Then I was at the ocean and a sea animal was terrorizing the people and then she was caught. | 2JSA, 1ANI | HA D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-08 | 1996 | 1996-04-15 | F | Y | This dream is very vague to me. I am in a house and I don't recognize it. The children that I work with at the preschool on campus are with me. I see my sister and I have the feeling that I am about to meet new people. | 2JKC, 1FKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-09 | 1996 | 1996-04-16 | F | Y | I dreamt I was in a dorm room and saying goodbye to someone I had been dating. He was going off to school. In the next scene the room was full of people and then suddenly empty again, except for a pile on the floor in the corner that consisted of a corkboard with old pictures of me on it. This room must have belonged to the guy I was seeing, because I thought it was unusual for him to have these pictures of me. He really liked these pictures, which made me feel like he was really going to miss me, which surprised me. He was trying to kiss me goodbye, but I hesitated because there was a carload of my friends looking at us, and they didn't approve of our relationship. He left and I went back into the room, and it was filled with things all of a sudden. Then my new roommate was there and a strange guy came out of the shower and took off his towel and I got a shocking eye-full. Then I went to my mom's house, where I found my dog; she is actually dead in reality. | 1MKA, 2JSA, 1MKA, 1FKA, 1MSA, 1FKA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-10 | 1996 | 1996-04-17 | F | Y | I was in a back yard and it was raining. The back yard was sectioned off into two parts and the children that attend the preschool that I volunteer at are there. They started running towards a pool and I was struck with fear when I saw what the children were doing. I thought that they would fall into the pool and drown and that it would be my fault. I was afraid for their safety. The children told me it was OK for them to get so close to the pool, but I knew that it wasn't. | 2JKC | AP D, AP D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-11 | 1996 | 1996-04-18 | F | Y | I was in a city that I didn't recognize and I am with a group of people. I think the group was professional psychologists, but a friend of mine was in the group and it seemed wrong for him to be there. Then the scene changed, and I was in a street and I saw a car that came out of nowhere. I heard screams and I saw a man on the ground in a pool of blood. I saw two people in the car and the one who was driving happened to be a good friend of mine. He was acting like he was drunk and didn't realize what he was doing. Then the scene switched and we watched a person bleeding in a kitchen. I put water onto a handkerchief to stop the blood. I remember arguing with a young girl who wanted to come and see the victim. We said no because we didn't think she could handle it. Then somehow the girl gets outside to see the accident scene and there is no more body. We then started to clean up the blood and a police car that has been wrecked comes out of nowhere to survey the scene. I try to get out of the path of the police car. The car stops and my friend gets out of the car, and the police officer comes running up and arrests him. I am standing there in disbelief. | 2JOA, 1MSA, 1MKA, 1FSA, 1FSA, 1MOA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-12 | 1996 | 1996-05-02 | F | Y | I was on a softball field exercising and just as something embarrassing was about to happen to me, the scene switched and I was being taught techniques in martial arts. | null | AP D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-13 | 1996 | 1996-05-03 | F | Y | I dreamt that my father and his girlfriend broke up. The reason was that she needed some space and time to herself because her mother had just died. The part about her mother dying is true in reality. I also dreamt that my mother and stepfather had separated because it wasn't working out. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 1FKA, 1FKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-14 | 1996 | 1996-05-04 | F | Y | I had a dream that I had a child and had to cancel a test because I had to take care of the baby. I was breast feeding the baby, because it is healthier to breast feed than to give formula from a bottle. The person that I had been seeing wanted to know what I thought I was doing. The question was in an accusatory manner, like I had no business breast feeding my own baby. Then I left the baby with my friends and left. When I came back, they were feeding the baby Tabasco sauce because they ran out of milk. This shocked me because I thought my friends were more responsible than that. | 1IKA, 1ISC, 2IKA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-15 | 1996 | 1996-05-07 | F | Y | A male friend of mind had finally come back from his vacation and I was flirting with him and he turned me down. We were eating pancakes outside. I remember leaving the table and the pancakes no longer hungry. Then I came back wanting to eat the pancakes again. Then I got in my car and drove for a long period of time. | 1MKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-16 | 1996 | 1996-05-08 | F | Y | I was at my house in my home town and I saw the guy I had been dating. I was sitting down tying my shoelace and he turned to me and smiled. He came over and started to talk to me. Then I was inside a boat, trying on an old formal dress. There were other people with me helping me with the dress. One of them, a male, was looking me up and down. He wouldn't take his eyes off me. It felt good after being rejected. | 1MKA, 2JSA, 1MSA | HA D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-17 | 1996 | 1996-05-09 | F | Y | I was in a place that I didn't recognize, but the people who were with me were familiar to me. There was a big group standing around a picnic table. My father was talking and saying "thank you" to all the people who comforted me and helped me through the tough times that I was going through. Then a housemate of mine asked if my father had considered her one of the people who helped me. He told her that she only helped me out a little. Since she and I were having problems, I didn't think that was appropriate to say, and I took my dad aside and said that what he said to her didn't help the situation between us. When we went back to the table, I was sure that there was going to be a big confrontation. I was surprised when no confrontation occurred. | 2JKA, 1MKA, 1FKA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-18 | 1996 | 1996-05-11 | F | Y | I was pushing a baby carriage to a meeting at the preschool where I used to volunteer. In the carriage was a girl from the preschool that I used to spend a lot of time with. I felt extremely apprehensive and not sure if I would be welcomed back because I had been gone so long. I then saw the guy that I used to date playing with the kids. I was surprised he was there. Then the scene switched and my two housemates came into a room where a group of people was drinking. A party was going on and my housemates started to yell at some of the people because they were underage and drinking. I had yelled back at them because I was the only one drinking alcohol and I thought they were overreacting to the situation. I told them that they were being really hypocritical, and they just laughed. Then I was in a car with my closest friend at the university and we were going shopping. I just needed to get some groceries. She said, "You get your detergent here." I wanted to go to the grocery store closer to my house rather than the one we were at because it is cheaper. Then I said, "Why don't I just go get the detergent at the other store?" Then she said, "Never mind, we will just go in here, it doesn't matter." Then I had to go to the bathroom. The whole conversation took place in the store parking lot. Then my housemates came by and asked if they went too far when we had our argument before. I said in a calm voice that I thought they did and were being hypocritical. Then they said with a big smile that they were moving out in two weeks. This left me high and dry for a place to live, because I couldn't afford to live on my own. So I replied that I would make arrangements with our current landlords. They were just smiling the whole time like they were happy to stick it to me. | 1FKA, 1MKA, 2JKA, 2JSA, 1FKA, 2JKA | AP D, CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-19 | 1996 | 1996-05-16 | F | Y | I was looking at a mouse with a crowd of people around me. The people seemed familiar to me, but don't exist in real life. We were trying to figure out what to do with the mouse or where I should put it. I suggested my hamster cage. A woman in the group said, "No, the mouse will never fit." I argued, "Yes it will," and I put the mouse in the cage. Then a problem occurred when I saw my hamster. I was afraid that the mouse and hamster would fight and my hamster would be killed. The hamster was in the first compartment of the cage and hadn't seen the mouse yet, but was moving to the part of the cage where the mouse was. I got the mouse out before anything happened to it. | 2JSA, 1ANI, 1FSA | AP D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-20 | 1996 | 1996-05-18 | F | Y | Throughout the dream I had a feeling of urgency. I felt that I was on a deadline to get an assignment done for school. I almost didn't turn the assignment in on time because when going to the campus, I took a wrong turn and ended up in the parking lot of where I went to high school. Then I was trying to get to a house that was supposed to be my house. This is a house that I had never seen before, but I knew it was mine. I'm at the top of the stairs in the house looking down them. Someone had just told me that all of the animals that lived in the house were fighting. The dog that belongs to my housemates was downstairs, but I wasn't sure she was the one who was causing the trouble. Also my two cats were down the stairs and my dog, who is dead, was also there. All the time I was wondering what one of my cats was doing there because I had to give her away, due to the fact that she and my other cat didn't get along. Also I was surprised to see my dog, because she was put to sleep when I was fourteen years old. I had heard these noises of animals fighting when I was outside of the house, so I ran up to see what was going on. I felt that I was in a frantic hurry because I couldn't get up the hill to the house fast enough. I ended up running through the campus to get to the house. When I finally reached the house, I heard a cat screech and I saw lights blinking on and off, like a haunted house. Then my dog ran out of the house, obviously very scared. I noticed she was limping and her leg was bleeding, like she had been bit. I said, "She needs help, she's been bit." I figured my housemate's dog had been the one to bite her. After I saw my dog, I ended up in the house somehow. | 1ISA, 2ANI, 1ANI, 1ANI | CO D, AP D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-21 | 1996 | 1996-05-19 | F | Y | I was in a big, open space and the sky was weird cloudy blue. The sky looked like something right out of a science fiction movie. I was in a gigantic pool of water, collecting donation money for a philanthropy I was working on. I was expecting a lot more money than I received, but I collected well over fifty dollars, which surprised me. Then I was on dry land and celebrity Tim Robbins and my closest friend at the university and some other woman were there. Tim Robbins was squatting because he was so tall. We were standing around in hopes they would give us some money. | 1MPA, 1FKA, 1FSA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 1-22 | 1996 | 1996-05-19 | F | Y | I felt that this dream was the same setting as the last dream, just a different scenario, and I woke up in between the two dreams. I was dealing with a confrontation between my housemates and myself. We were on an outside porch. Both of my housemates were standing on the porch, and I was on the driveway looking up at them. It was a Victorian style house. The female housemate was upset with me and I didn't understand what I did wrong. She felt I did something to deliberately hurt her. What I did was never clear. She was yelling at me and saying that I never cared about her and she never loved me. I responded by saying she was a hypocrite and a fake and I thought she was selfish and self-centered. Then I went walking towards the house and found a present on the front porch and opened it. It was the game Perfection. I left and came back again and the gift was wrapped up again, but then I noticed an antique wicker bassinet holding the game. Then I sat on the porch holding a baby, talking about what was happening between my housemate and me. | 1FKA, 1FKA, 1ISC | AN 1FKA |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-01 | 1996 | 1998-04-08 | F | Y | I was walking down a path and on both sides of the path were sand dunes. I was walking with two people and it looked like we were trying to find a place to sit. I knew ahead of time that once we found a place to sit that I would leave the two people I was walking with. I was just dropping them off, I guess. As we walked down the path, I noticed a lot of people sunbathing on the sand dunes. I commented to the people I was walking with that as we went down the path, the bathing suits I saw the women wearing were getting weirder and weirder. I said, "People are just using them for show and not to swim in." During the walk I didn't recognize the people I was walking with, but when we reached our destination, I recognized the mom as TV star Roseanne Barr and I was also walking with a little girl. As soon as we found a pot to sit, I left. | 2ISA, 1FPA, 2FSA, 1FSC | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-02 | 1996 | 1998-04-08 | F | Y | This second dream is a continuance of the first dream. After I left the beach, I was inside of a house that I didn't recognize with two ex-housemates of mine. One of them is male and the other a female, and they were dating at the time I was living with them. I was in a large room, a spacious main room, when a big buff biker man drove into the house in a car and made a big mess. I had a feeling that he was my boyfriend, but I had never seen him before. Then I saw the car being destroyed and the room along with it. I noticed a hubcap turn into a blade on a circular saw and go crashing into the left side of the wall. From where I was standing in the room I was facing the car and the destruction. Half of the blade was stuck inside of the wall and half was sticking out. Then I seemed to replay the dream again; it was the same as before, but went a little further, like a movie. The crash happened like before, but this time the blade went flying through the air. It barely missed hitting my friend, the girl who I used to live with. Then her boyfriend and the guy I used to live with said to me in a calm voice as he was cleaning up the mess the blade left in the wall, "You have to have a talk with your boyfriend. It's not good for us to keep cleaning up after he crashes his car in our house." I agreed with him and then turned around and the biker guy was there and went up to the guy I lived with and said he was sorry that he crashed into our house and wouldn't do it again. Then the biker guy helped fix the damage done to the wall. When the biker guy and my ex-male roommate were plastering up the wall, it started to have an unusual look to me. It looked like they were putting puzzle pieces back onto the wall. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 1MKA, 1MKA | SD 1MKA |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-03 | 1996 | 1998-04-09 | F | Y | I was driving on a freeway with my boyfriend and then suddenly I was at home feeling tense because I was listening to the messages on my answering machine and there was one from my father, wondering where I was because I was supposed to meet him. It was Easter Sunday and I was supposed to go and visit my parents. I had other things to do and couldn't go, and I was upset because I didn't want to have to explain my actions to my father. So I ended up yelling at my father over the phone because he didn't understand my position. Then all of a sudden I was in an apartment with all the female cast of "Mad About You." I was watching Helen Hunt (Jamie) running around looking for something, and her sister-in-law on the show found a gun in a cabinet and all the women in the room turn on Helen Hunt (Jamie), telling her she was a bad mother for keeping a gun around her newborn baby. Then Helen went outside and stood in the front of her apartment building in the dark, when a man came up to her to see what she was doing. | 1MKA, 1MKA, 2JKA, 1FPA, 1FSA, 1MSA | AP D, CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-04 | 1996 | 1998-04-09 | F | Y | I was on a tour bus with a group of people. We were driving on a mountain road. It seemed that we were in Hawaii or the Caribbean. The bus was going fast and out of control. Then I looked around and saw that my group was no longer on the bus. It seemed they sneaked off. The bus hadn't slowed down, so I didn't notice the group was gone until I looked out the rear window and saw them on the side of the road while the bus sped on. There was a young girl on the bus who seemed equally confused. She was either Hawaiian or of Asian descent. I couldn't tell. Then the bus driver, a man, turned around and laughed maliciously, like he wasn't going to stop the bus or crash. Finally we came to a narrow cobblestone street, and I grabbed the girl by the hand and jumped off the bus. She did something afterward. I think she thanked me and started to eat something. I was confused as to where she got the food. Then I started to retrace the bus's route to find the rest of my group. | 2JSA, 1FSA, 1MOA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-05 | 1996 | 1998-04-10 | F | Y | I was in the downtown of my home town and I was supposed to meet my boyfriend. I was driving around and saw his car parked outside of a movie theater I used to go to. I thought that this was strange because he isn't used to this city. | 1MKA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-06 | 1996 | 1998-04-10 | F | Y | It was my graduation day and I was at the ceremony. We (the graduates) were getting ready to get our diplomas. We got up from our seats and went to the back of an auditorium. We skipped to the rear door leading outside. We were lining up and I was supposed to go first. I didn't know it because I hadn't attended any of the graduation practices. I was surrounded by my friends who were also graduating, but they had graduated a year or two before me. So I was the first one to walk down the aisle. They gave me a piece of thick white rope that everyone carried a piece of to link the graduates together. My father was seated at the back of the auditorium so he could see me right as I walked in. When I started walking down the aisle, my father grabbed me by the arm. I was startled. Then he followed me up to the front of the auditorium saying that I had to come with him. I tried to tell him that I was in the middle of something and I couldn't. I hadn't even gotten my diploma yet. He got upset and started to lecture me about not listening to him, and said that he was trying to give me something and I should pay more attention to him. So I went up to the stage and got my diploma, went back to my seat, which was in the front row. I put down the end of my rope on my seat and went to see what he wanted. I was upset because I wasn't able to see my friends graduate. My dad gave me my graduation gift. He gave me a piece of paper that told me what my graduation gift was. All I read was Theta Chi Theta, Spring and the word Baseball. There was more, but it was just scribble and I couldn't make it out. The gift was a season pass to watch a baseball game. Then the paper turned into glass and the writing rubbed off. I saw my mom, sister and Aunt Ellen (she is deceased) on a hill by my dorms, and asked if they saw me graduate. They said they slept through it and thought they could catch me. I was angry with them. Then I went back into the auditorium and saw my friends sitting and crying about graduation and even some people I didn't know were crying with them. I told one woman not to cry about getting an education. Then I went back to an almost empty apartment and was waiting for people to show up for a party. There was a strange golden-coated dog in my kitchen. There wasn't much furniture in the house for people to sit on. I was feeling disappointed about how the day went. | 2JKA, 1MKA, 1FKA, 1FKA, 1FKA | CO D, AN D, SD 1FKA |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-07 | 1996 | 1998-04-11 | F | Y | I was in a room with a long table in it. There were mirrors and paintings on the walls that I was facing. It was either a dining room or a banquet room in a restaurant. I was at a fancy party, but felt out of place. I felt I was trying to find shoes to match my dress. Then I walked into the parking lot and saw two characters from the TF show "Wings." The brothers Joe and Brian were having a fight. Joe was with a girl telling Brian that he had to move out because Joe didn't have enough privacy. Brian was hurt and said, "Fine, I will just move back to Connecticut or New York." Joe told Brian that he didn't have to move that far away, but Brian said it was too expensive to live in the West by himself. I was watching the scene as if I was Brian, watching my boyfriend leaving me for another woman. I was feeling extremely bad. Then I went to place like Costco and this child, a little girl, about one or two years old came running up to me and sat on my lap and gave me a hug and kiss. Then she went back to her mother and sat in the top part of a shopping cart full of merchandise. All of a sudden I was overwhelmingly happy. Then I spent some time looking around the warehouse. I saw a lot of half-priced Halloween merchandise that was on sale. Most of it was candy. I remember seeing glow-in-the-dark candy ghosts and the child wanted one. I didn't think it was a good idea because I didn't think her mother would approve. Then I went down an aisle that had expensive jewelry, furniture, lamps, and designer rugs, trying to be careful not to break anything. Then I was on a high school campus looking for a friend who said earlier in the dream that she wanted to be a cheerleader, which I thought was very odd. She always made fun of things like that. Anyway, I was looking for her and saw her with some other girls in cheerleader outfits with her hair in pigtails with pom-poms. She then gave me a schedule of games to go to and I left very confused as to what just happened. I felt something wasn't right about my friend wanting to be a cheerleader, but at the same time I wanted to support her. I still couldn't understand why my friend wanted to be a college cheerleader. | 1MKA, 1MKA, 1FSA, 1FSA, 1FSC, 2FSA, 1FKA | SD D, CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-08 | 1996 | 1998-04-12 | F | Y | I was in a hallway with a lot of doors. It looked like the hallway of the elementary school that I went to, which looked as if it had been remodeled My friend who attended that school with me was in my dream. She and her husband were on the other side of one of the clouded glass doors making blowfish faces at me. I thought that was out of character for my friend. Then I was getting my car fixed and another friend of mine from high school wanted to give me a deal on my car. Then I suddenly appeared in a bedroom with my sister in it. She was in bed trying to sleep, but couldn't because an alarm kept going off. She told me the alarm was going off because she was using sheets that didn't belong to her. Then I was outside on the campus and two women staff members came up to me and said it is good that I am in the new program because if I was in the old one, it would be twice as hard for me to graduate. | 1FKA, 1MKA, 1FKA, 2FOA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-09 | 1996 | 1998-04-13 | F | Y | I went to a restaurant that had a billiard room in it to meet one of my boyfriend's friends from his soccer team. This restaurant was a place that my boyfriend was working at in the dream. My boyfriend saw me and asked what I was doing there, and I said that I was here to meet his friend to play pool. My boyfriend told me to wait a minute and he would join us because he was just getting finished with work. I said OK, but I felt disappointed because I wanted to do something by myself. I was always waiting for him to be free to go out and at that moment I wanted him to wait for me. | 1MKA | SD D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-10 | 1996 | 1998-04-14 | F | Y | I was in a house with an upstairs and a downstairs. It belonged to my boyfriend and myself. This was a house that I didn't recognize the house. My boyfriend and I were cuddling and laughing upstairs when we heard noises downstairs. Both of my boyfriend's ex-wives were staying with us as guests. Wife number one in the dream is really wife number two in real life and wife number two in the dream is someone I had never seen before. I went downstairs and saw his first (dream) wife. I was surprised that she spent the night in our house. She was folding up some blankets and wanted to talk to me and ask me a favor. I got the impression that she wanted to spend some time alone with me to get better acquainted. This surprised me because I have never met her and I know she doesn't like me. So I told her I would make time for her. Then I left her in the family room and went down the hall into another guestroom. I saw my boyfriend with his second (dream) wife. Her name was the same as his actual second wife. She also talked with the same regional accent, but had blonde hair like his first wife in the real world. When I walked into the room, she was drying off. I think she had just taken a shower. As she was drying her hair, she looked up and saw my boyfriend and draped the towel over her shoulders like a man would do and gave him a hug. I thought it was strange that she didn't have a top on and left the door open while drying her hair. I noticed as I watched this scene that she had pierced nipples and that bothered me more than watching her hug my boyfriend. I left the room and my boyfriend came after me, telling me there was no need to be jealous and then we started to laugh and giggle some more. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 1FKA, 1FKA | CO D, CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-11 | 1996 | 1998-04-16 | F | Y | I walked into a music classroom on the campus and found my professor from last quarter playing one of the musical instruments that he had taught me. I then walked over to him to see if there was a chance that I could be in his class for spring quarter because I had to drop another class and I needed the credits. He didn't answer me; he just continued to play the instrument while smiling at me. | 1MKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-12 | 1996 | 1998-04-12 | F | Y | I was in my old elementary school and as I was walking through the hallway, I was looking at all of the changes. There was a classroom where the library used to be and a lot of other construction had been done; everything was new and the walls were white. Then the scene changed and I was in an apartment complex living with people I didn't know. I was waiting for my boyfriend, who was with his family. Then I went to a secret passageway that led to the inside of my apartment and I saw a note addressed to Boom. The note said that his family couldn't keep up with him and got lost while following him to the room. Boom was supposed to be my boyfriend's nickname in the dream. At the end of the dream my boyfriend and I were reunited with his family. | 1MKA, 2JSA, 1MKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-13 | 1996 | 1998-04-19 | F | Y | I was at a theme park and I think it was supposed to be Disneyland. I remember being extremely excited to be there. I was with my sister and couldn't wait to go on the rides. My sister dragged me to what was a huge slide. I thought that it was boring for a ride at Disneyland. I asked, "Why are we waiting in line to go on something so boring?" All the time I was in line for the slide, I was looking at all the other more exciting rides we could have been going on. | 1FKA | HA D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-14 | 1996 | 1998-04-20 | F | Y | It was the beginning of a new quarter and I was taking a bus or shuttle to campus. I was pregnant and I knew that I was supposed to give birth after my first day of classes. It turned out that I gave birth on the bus to a baby girl. Knowing that I had to go to my classes, I took my baby to daycare only a few hours old. Then I went to my classes and by the end of the day, when I went to pick my baby up, she was crawling around the daycare room. The room looked like one in a house, not a school. I couldn't believe she was crawling because she was only four hours old. I went to pick her up to cuddle her, and she crawled away from me like we were playing a chase game. The daycare worker commented on how fast she is when she crawls. "I could barely catch her," she said. When I was holding my baby in my arms, I felt so happy because I had been waiting so long to hold her. I wanted to name her Angelica, but couldn't name her because I had to wait for her father to come for us so he could name her too. | 1FSC, 1FOA, 1MKA | HA D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-15 | 1996 | 1998-04-21 | F | Y | I was in a cafe and a bartender friend of mine, one who works with my boyfriend, gave me a rose bud. He actually put it into what seemed to be a creamer picture. He told me not to worry and walked off. I was sitting at the table putting on green nail polish. I wasn't worried about taking up a table because the place was empty and I knew the owner. The tables had table cloths on them and candles. I looked down and saw glass cuttings covering the tablecloths, like the tables in a restaurant I used to work in. The owner of this restaurant used to be the manager of the cafeteria in my high school and I used to work for him. | 1MKA, 1MKA, 1MKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-16 | 1996 | 1998-04-23 | F | Y | I was in a place that I didn't know. The oldest brother on the television show, "A Party of Five," was pursuing me. His name is Charlie. He knew I was unhappy in my current relationship and wanted me to leave my boyfriend. I was hesitant because I still loved my boyfriend and I didn't want to leave him to start a new relationship with someone else. There was also a slimy-looking guy who was also pursuing me and I had no interest in him whatsoever. I didn't know how to tell him to back off, so he just kept pestering me. I was running in a race in which I came in second. I felt all right about my performance, but I also thought that I could do better. Right after a race I went into a room to be alone and then the slimy guy followed me into the room and cornered me. That's when Charlie came in and put his arms around me in a protecting way and told the other guy to get lost. Then my boyfriend came in and just when I was going to try to explain what was happening, I woke up, ending the dream with my boyfriend and I standing face to face. | 1MKA, 1MKA, 1MSA | AP D, HA D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-17 | 1996 | 1998-04-27 | F | Y | I was doing an experiment and I was trying to describe what I was doing on a paper. Then I was in a computer room with my sister and mother taking a class. The dream bounced around a lot. I was outside talking to friends; they were people I didn't know, but I had a sense they were my friends. I had lost my keys and was talking on the phone for a long time to one of my partners in my perception lab group. Then I went into a store with an old high school friend looking at sorority paraphernalia. I didn't see anything I liked, so I went to another store I knew of that carried sorority merchandise. When I walked in, I saw a lot of formal dresses and the store seemed empty; no one was in sight. Then all of a sudden I see the owner of the store run from a bathroom across the hall to another room naked. I looked away a little shocked. She poked her head around the door and said, "I'll be right with you." I went into another room to look through the shirts and T-shirts. I was folding up a sweatshirt and putting it back when the lady scolded me for folding the shirt the wrong way. So I felt the need to hurry and get what I wanted from the store to get out of there. Then I saw my best friend from high school buying something, which relaxed me. | 1FKA, 1FKA, 2JSA, 1FKA, 1FSA, 1FKA | CO D, CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-18 | 1996 | 1998-04-28 | F | Y | I was with a male friend flying a jet plane and landing it, because something was wrong with the plane. He wasn't supposed to be landing his plane. I felt that he wasn't supposed to be in my dream. Then I was with my boyfriend and we were walking around outside in a park, when we saw a mother with her two children holding pictures of my boyfriend playing soccer. The unusual thing about this scene was the pictures were in motion like a video picture. The baby was controlling the speed at which the video was going and my boyfriend was acting extremely goofy in the pictures with his soccer buddies. Then we went downtown and I was supposed to meet him at a bar. Then all of a sudden he came into the bar I was in with a girl with long blonde hair. She was allover him and he looked like he was enjoying it. Then I came over and he left her at once to be with me. | 1MKA, 1MKA, 2ISC, 1ISC, 1FSA, 1FSA | HA 1MKA |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-19 | 1996 | 1998-04-30 | F | Y | I was at some sort of show where Elvis Presley was singing and also making drawings on poster paper. I wanted to get a picture for my boyfriend as a memento because he likes Elvis so much. The drawing that was at my table had gotten wet and I had to throw it away. So I went over to Elvis and asked him to draw something else so I could give it to my boyfriend. He tore off a piece of paper and wrote something on it. All I could read was, "To my good Buddy." ...Then he invited me to his apartment later. I was walking around an apartment complex to find out where he lived. I stopped and asked two men who were standing around talking which apartment was Elvis's? They told me the apartment number and I went up to the door and knocked. My best friend from high school opened the door and I was a little surprised because she is married to someone else. She said she left her husband for Elvis. When I asked her why, she said, "But this is Elvis Presley." I could see her point. Then I was in another apartment where I was getting a Christmas gift from someone I was supposed to be working with. It was a film advancer. While he was showing me how to use it, he broke the film that was in it. Then he and I tried to fix the film so that it could be used. Then I was with one of my ex-housemates and one of our sorority sisters. We were talking about going shopping for groceries and we talked about how this guy that I work with is a real player. We were also talking about one of our other sorority sisters, but I'm not sure why. Then I was back in the apartment with the guy that I work with when Heather Locklear entered the room and he took my gift from me and gave it to her. She smiles wickedly and throws the gift back at him sort of wrapping it around his head. So then he tried to give me back the gift. I didn't care that he tried to give the gift away after giving it to me because I had no feelings for him whatsoever. I took the gift back because I happened to like it to begin with. Then I was in a lecture and a guy from my perception lab group comes in and sits down next to me. He doesn't look like he usually does. There is a really annoying older woman sitting in the front of the class who is taking up all of the professor's time. I comment to my group member about this lady's annoying behavior. Then she stops talking and looks over at me. | 1MPA, 1MKA, 1FKA, 1MOA, 1FKA, 1MKA, 1FKA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-20 | 1996 | 1998-05-06 | F | Y | I was in an apartment that belonged to a group of my friends. I was talking about my class schedule and one of my friends was saying that I didn't register correctly for a class that is worth two units. He suggested I go and check it out. I said, "It is too late to do anything about it now. I will just have to wait until the beginning of the quarter to get it fixed because I have to go to a specific office for the people in the registrar's office to help me." Then I was in a downtown bar, and someone I used to hang out with was there and his hair was wet. That's why he looked unfamiliar to me when I first looked at him. He was drunk and draping his arm over my shoulder, telling me he hadn't seen me in the longest time and I should come over to his apartment and hang out with him. The rest of the dream involves me trying to get to his house and having a bunch of obstacles preventing me from doing so. Finally I get to the house. | 2JKA, 2IOA, 1MKA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-21 | 1996 | 1998-05-11 | F | Y | I was driving into a store parking lot and parked my car into a handicapped space right next to a black truck. There were two people inside the truck. One of the people was a male and the other one was female. The girl seemed to be in her early adolescence. After I parked I got out of the car, and then turned around. I see the two people who were in the truck get out of the truck and open the passenger side door to my car and get into my car. The guy was behind the driver's seat and the girl was in the passenger seat, just as they were in the truck. Then I opened the driver's side front door and yanked the guy out of my seat. I was extremely angry that someone would invade my space. I then locked my door and the girl locked her door so the guy couldn't get back in, and I knew then that I could trust her. Then when we drove out of the parking lot, I could see the guy she was with chasing us and with him was another male chasing us. The newest male was the girl's boyfriend. So these two guys chased us throughout my dream. I felt they were going to rape us, but I wasn't scared because they didn't seem like much of a threat. Then the girl and I came to a bridge. I was looking at the lake below the bridge and I was thinking that I would rather jump off the bridge and risk the fall rather than being caught by these two guys. The fall made me think of the one Harrison Ford took from a storm drain in the movie, "The Fugitive." All of a sudden it started to rain and the bridge was filling with water and I was wading through it. I felt like I was going in slow motion and was worried that these guys could catch up to me more quickly. There were a lot of people surrounding me, sailing boats and relaxing. Then the first guy I encountered came up to me and grabbed me so I wouldn't jump off the bridge. He said not to worry, that he wouldn't hurt me. Someone had hired him to chase me so that I would have some adventure in my life. | 1MSA, 1FSA, 1MSA, 2JSA, 1MSA | AN D, AP D, AN D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-22 | 1996 | 1998-05-12 | F | Y | I was away from home at college and my dad called me and said that he and I were going skiing for the weekend and told me to be ready by the time he comes to pick me up. I didn't want to go because I was busy and didn't have the time, but I didn't want to say no to my dad. After the conversation I find that I am walking in a crowd. I think I am at a food court in an amusement park and I see a teacher. I don't know who this person is, but I know that he is a teacher. I point at him and said that I know he is a vampire. It is daylight out so it is odd that a vampire would be out in daylight. I am suddenly in the bathroom of a house and the vampire jumps out at me. So I put him into an x-ray machine and go into the other room and turn it on so that the vampire would die. I thought the radiation would kill him. So I went back into the bathroom to see if the vampire was dead, but then he came out of the shower and grabs me. He is about to bite my neck and make me a vampire when I notice that this vampire is my boyfriend. I told him not to make me a vampire until I've graduated from college. He said OK. Then my father called me and said I shouldn't go skiing because the snow was too slushy and I wouldn't have fun. So I went to the beach and then I saw the vampire again and I signaled to him that I knew who he was and what he was up to. Then my father shows up to my room (a dormitory room) with one day left in the weekend, saying we should go skiing because it just snowed and it would be fun even if it was for just a few hours. | 1MKA, 2JSA, 1MOA, 5MOA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-23 | 1996 | 1998-05-14 | F | Y | I was in a lecture for my perception class. The professor wasn't my real professor and I thought that was strange. The man who was teaching me in the dream was Japanese. A girl who was sitting next to me is actually in my sociology class. In the dream I have a project due and the rest of my group hasn't shown up. So I get up in front of the class and do the project by myself. I figure that I am done with the project, but the presentation that I just gave was like a trial run and doesn't count towards the final grade. Then the girl seated next to me stands up and gives her presentation. Her group didn't show up either. Then I was at home in my bathroom and I noticed that all of the things that are usually on the counter were in a cabinet underneath the sink. I thought that it was odd that the girl I was sitting next to cleaned the bathroom and I don't even live with her. Then I was back at school in a room that looked like a science museum, but was supposed to be a library .The girl that had given her presentation after mine had come up to me while I was working on my project and said, "You didn't even pay attention when I was doing my presentation at the last class." I said yes I had and told her that her presentation was on photosynthesis. I wasn't really paying attention; I just happened to know what her topic it was. It surprised me that I remembered it. | 1MOA, 1FKA, 2JKA | CO D |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-24 | 1996 | 1998-05-15 | F | Y | I was walking around a town that seemed familiar to me, but I had never been there before. Then a woman came up to me and asked me to help her deliver her baby. Someone ran and got her parents. Her mother I recognized from the movie "Titanic" When she came into the room, she was acting silly and out of character. The mother was so relaxed, as if her daughter wasn't having a baby and it was no big deal. I felt a special connection with the baby and mother. When Kate gave birth, the scene changed to a gym full of men and Bill Cosby was one of them. I was trying to find the baby's father. Then the scene switched again and I was holding the baby and it turned out that I might be the mother. I was trying to find the father and in my dream it was the father who had given birth to the baby. The character who is the baby's father changed three times. First it was someone I used to date a couple of years ago, second it was a boy I knew from high school, and third it was John Lauraquette. The first two characters I saw as very irresponsible. When the character changed to John Lauraquette I was in the corner room of a restaurant. Some of my girl friends were there wondering how I could be the mother. I remember having sex with the father, but I never thought that a guy could be pregnant. The father was being cold to me and a girl with blonde hair came up to the father and was flirting with him. Then she came and introduced herself me and I told her my name. I said it kind of off-handedly because I was interested more in the baby. This girl got really angry at the way I answered her and started to pick a fight with me. She started swinging her arms at me. I defended myself but had no desire to fight her. I didn't want to start a scene in a public restaurant. Then she stopped fighting and sat near the baby. The father told the girl I was the baby's mother and even though we didn't like each other, I still had a right to be there. Then she kissed him on the cheek and then a more intimate one on the mouth, just to spite me. I didn't care that they were kissing. I just thought it was tacky, considering they were in a public restaurant. | 1FSA, 1FSA, 2JSA, 1MKA, 1FKA, 1MKA, 1FSA, 1FSA, 1FSA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-25 | 1996 | 1998-05-16 | F | Y | I was in a room where someone was giving birth. It was a character from General Hospital. Carly was receiving a C-section. Two other characters from General Hospital, Alan Quartermane and Monica Quartermane, were giving Carly this operation. These two people happen to hate Carly, so as I watched, I thought it was odd they were doing the operation. Carly asked if her baby was all right and the two doctors said yes, but gave each other side-glances, like they were lying to her. They were planning to kidnap the baby. Then two African-American males were walking around the hospital arguing because they were lost. Whenever I saw these two, they were always walking away from me. They seemed out of place characters, like they were from another TV show and weren't supposed to be on the set of General Hospital. They were overacting the whole time they were in my dream. Then I was in the reception area of a hospital and the receptionist was called away. Then I saw someone tip over a container filled with tarantulas. | 1FKA, 1FKA, 1MKA, 2MEA, 1MEA, 1ISA, 1ISA | null |
angie | Angie: age 18 & 20 | 2-26 | 1996 | 1998-05-16 | F | Y | This dream is a continuation of dream 25. The spiders that were in the container seemed to be alien threats to a compound where I was staying and Carly had the baby. I could see the spiders grow and trample over flies, only leaving lifeless corpses behind. They were sucking the blood right out of them. Then I saw a giant spider, more like a monster, taking a fly and eating it. After it was done, the spider had a human expression on its face. Then I was at the house of my best friend. This house was an unfamiliar house that I didn't recognize as being my friend's house. It was as big as a mansion with a half-circular stairway leading from the upstairs to the main entryway. There was a group with me in the house. I sensed that they were up to no good. All my friends were leaving and I begged them to stay and not leave me alone with these men. Then we were all outside and these men took us hostage and were playing torture games with us. These men were throwing a big red rubber ball into a field, and if we didn't catch it, we would get shot. They threw the ball at me and I missed. I went to retrieve it, but kept on running. The leader caught up to me and backed me up against the wall of a barn and said that if I kissed him I could live. So I kissed him because I didn't want to die, but I felt guilty because I didn't tell him about my boyfriend. Then I was in a bedroom on a bed crying, and then the leader came in with an alien who seemed to have command over the leader. These terrorists weren't fully human. The leader came closer to me and wanted to have sex. Then I told him about my boyfriend and I couldn't go on with his wishes. | 2ANI, 1FKA, 2MSA, 1ANI, 1MSA, 1MSA, 1MSA | AP D, SD D |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 1 | 1992-1998 | 10/14/92 | F | A | I am in an office in the town next to the town I grew up in. Everyone is taking a rest. I have to go to the bathroom, but there is no toilet so I use an empty can. I dump the can in the toilet (which is now there). | 2JSA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 2 | 1992-1998 | 10/18/92 | F | A | Something about black spiders in feces. | 2ANI | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 3 | 1992-1998 | 10/19/92 | F | A | Garbage men are on strike so they are using a pickup truck. I am in a store in the town where I grew up and a woman is complaining "You spent how much for this truck?" The truck is full of garbage and someone is compacting it. | 2MOA, 1FSA, 1ISA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 4 | 1992-1998 | 10/21/92 | F | A | I am in court and get sentenced to a year in jail. My sister-in-law, who has cerebral palsy and has always been in a wheelchair, gets out of her chair and starts walking and getting into everything, like a baby when it first starts to walk. There is a jury, a good looking male prisoner, and a friend who owns a bookstore is the judge but the courtroom is a theatre. | 1FKA, 1MOA, 1MOA, 1IKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 5 | 1992-1998 | 10/21/92 | F | A | I left my purse at the bottom of the stairs and someone stole all of the $50 and $100 bills but left the $5 and $1 bills. | 1ISA, 1ISA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 6 | 1992-1998 | 10/22/92 | F | A | My uncle and aunt are visiting at my mother's house. The house is very dirty. I served dessert and I am changing two kids diapers on the table. There is a pot of yeast fermenting on the stove. It is gross stuff! There if furniture all over and I want to toss the old stuff out. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 1FKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 7 | 1992-1998 | 10/23/92 | F | A | I am in the shed at my grandmother's house and the linoleum is peeling. My (now adult) son is there but he is a small baby. I am washing baby clothes in boiling water. A friend who is an Emergency Medical Technician is there. My son falls and gets hurt. He has a withered arm but the arm is restored to normal. | 1FKC, 1MKA, 1IOA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 8 | 1992-1998 | 10/26/92 | F | A | I am at a camp and see three boys walking. My female cousin is there. I was in the mountains and had to watch out. I thought I was in the country but was in a well traveled mountain. Cousin said something about "I thought you were under a truck". I lost my luggage. One piece was open. Hiked back to town carrying big duffle bags. My parents show up just as I get back to town. | 2MSA, 1FKA, 2JKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 9 | 1992-1998 | 10/27/92 | F | A | I am in Catholic school which I attended in grade school. My clothes and appliances have been taken away except for a dirty waffle iron. I am yelling at people and Sister Marie is saying "I know who took this." Two boys broke the waffle iron. | 2JSA, 1FKA, 2MSA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 10 | 1992-1998 | 11/6/92 | F | A | I am in the presence of a male friend who is a funeral director. Either my mother-in-law or his mother-in-law is 129 years old. I take a picture of her and am making copies of business cards and an obituary. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 1FKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 11 | 1992-1998 | 11/7/92 | F | A | My daughter has a baby in the town next to where I lived most of my life. We are driving in the mountains and have an accident at the top of the hill. We go off the pass. It is winter. The baby gets thrown from the car but isn't hurt. Everyone else is okay. The baby coughs. We just keep going. There are lots of ambulances around. The name Sarah Craver is part of the dream but I don't know anyone by that name. | 1FKA, 1ISC, 2JSA, 1ISA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 12 | 1992-1998 | 11/8/92 | F | A | I am in a museum where I have a room. I want to put up new doors. I need to use the phone but a rude woman is on the phone and says something. A woman operating the museum remarks how rude that is and so do I. Then I accidentally drop a door on the rude woman and say, "I'm getting out of here. This is someplace I don't want to be." | 1FSA, 1FOA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 13 | 1992-1998 | 11/10/92 | F | A | I am walking on a shore trying to get someplace. There are a lot of obstacles and I am trying to call someone on the phone as I go but he (I know it is a man) won't answer. My feet are wet. I almost fall in the water. I get back and there is no answer but I know he is there. I decide to try again. I am thinking about seeing a counsellor (a woman) next time I go to the beach. There is a lot of mud in the water. There is also a wooden structure and some stuff like sawdust and I am saying "I need an answer now." | 1MSA, 1FOA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 14 | 1992-1998 | 11/10/92 | F | A | I am at my mother's house and there is a woman with me. Someone has broken in. I call 911. I get to the basement and find a bunch of men there, one of whom is the son of my female friend. They seem threatening at first but then they all say goodbye and leave. | 1FSA, 1ISA, 2MSA, 1FKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 15 | 1992-1998 | 11/13/92 | F | A | I am at the Women's Resource Center working with a friend who was once the director there. There is a lot of smoke. I am coughing and a man says I'm faking. There are a lot of other people there but they are all women. The man tells me to shut up and my friend, the director, says, "he means it." We are cooking and serving pancakes. I stay, but I stay out of his way because I know he was right. One of the women is a girl I knew back in high school but she was never a close friend. I'm hiding inside as some man wants to get in and keeps going around the building. | 1IKA, 1MSA, 2FSA, 1FKA, 1MSA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 16 | 1992-1998 | 11/15/92 | F | A | I am at a Marilyn Monroe show with people dressed in fancy clothing. I am playing a trick with the fancy gowns, trying to fool some kids. I get into trouble with my husband. The Marilyn Monroe show plans to show people with a "psychology start". I have a question about the show and try to call a 300 number (yes- 300 is correct). Someone answers and says "McDonalds" and they ask how late are you open? Somehow I get an answer from this. | 1FPA, 2JSA, 1MKA, 1ISA, 1ISA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 17 | 1992-1998 | 11/16/92 | F | A | I am imprisoned with men waiting to die. They are nasty to each other. They do things to torture each other. I am there along with a female visitor who comes in and gives me a cow for a pet and says keep it because they have them to use whenever they get the chance. I am trying to get to the office and I finally get there. | 2MSA, 1FSA, 1ANI | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 18 | 1992-1998 | 11/17/92 | F | A | A woman is in a cemetery with her dead husband. She crawls under a blanket on the grave to be with him. | 1MKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 19 | 1992-1998 | 12/8/92 | F | A | I am living in a tall building and I am snowbound. I am sitting by a heat register looking out a window. One leg is cold and when I look it has frozen and split open. My boyfriend from high school and a female neighbor/friend I grew up with are there visiting. I'm sitting on his knee. My parents are also there. We go in and out the window of the top floor of the tall building. My parents and some man leave. My father jumps. I yell at my mother not to do it too. She says something about not looking down and then takes the ladder down. | 1MKA, 1FKA, 2JKA, 1MSA, 1FKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 20 | 1992-1998 | 1/14/93 | F | A | My mother is not feeling well. I am at her house for breakfast. My father and brother tell her a white horse they see in the distance is hers. I go outside to see it and it comes slowly on its own. She is upset. She knows it was her horse and says "they tried to tell me it wasn't." She says a female friend of mine, her boss, and I knew that it was her horse. | 1FKA, 1MKA, 1ANI, 1FKA, 1FKA | AP 1FKA |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 21 | 1992-1998 | 1/14/93 | F | A | My two friends, Betty and Bob, and their daughter have all died. | 2FKA, 1MKA, 1FKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 22 | 1992-1998 | 1/14/93 | F | A | I have a sore arm. It is cut open and drained. I am cleaning house. I am driving to a town near where I grew up but I can't see because the car is on a steep slant going uphill. | null | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 23 | 1992-1998 | 2/20/93 | F | A | A friend who was the former police chief in my town is trying to announce his engagement but he can't get it done. His wife isn't there or she is too busy. He finally succeeds in announcing his engagement and I don't have a camera to take his picture. | 1MKA, 1FKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 24 | 1992-1998 | 3/2/93 | F | A | I am at a party and my oldest (adult) daughter is there. We are watching movies all night and I forget to go home. It is 6 a.m. and I can't use the phone. A man there finally figures out the phone for me and I get through. Someone answers. I think it is a woman. It isn't my mother, but someone who is speaking for my parents and she tells me not to come home. I have almost graduated (apparently from high school) but I have to get out of the house and start looking for an appointment. I am going to call a man for help. My daughter isn't upset about our situation. I am not sorry about getting kicked out of my parents house but I am sorry about hurting them. As I try to get through on the phone I can't dial but I can hear them in the background and I can tell they are very upset. | 1FKA, 1MSA, 1FSA, 2JKA | AP D, SD 1FKA |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 25 | 1992-1998 | 3/8/93 | F | A | I apply for a sheriff's scholarship and I take a picture and in the cutline under the picture it says "surprisingly no frights occurred among kids or dogs." There are lots of kids and dogs in the picture. An older boy who had once tried to molest me when I was in my pre-teens is after me for something. He sends a man to the house with a chain saw threatening me. I call the cops and tell the operator to secretly send the police. I have a pet beaver and it is very loving. I am not allergic to it. I think maybe its fur is always wet and that is why I am not allergic to it. The beaver comes into the house often. The house is in the town where I grew up. | 2JSA, 1MKA, 1MSA, 2MOA, 1ANI | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 26 | 1992-1998 | 3/25/93 | F | A | I am at some type of gathering, like a picnic. A male friend who is a judge is carrying a plant to my car which someone has started for some reason. The plant is supposed to help me. My husband is there. The car is a Cadillac. The judge may be looking for an Escort (which I used to drive). I have to cross a ditch to get to him but I go on looking. I meet a friend from high school whom I haven't seen in 40 years. She is with other friends. As we say hello she falls off a little rise and gets skinned up and hurt and cries like a little kid. | 1MKA, 1ISA, 1MKA, 1FKA, 2IKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 27 | 1992-1998 | 7/3/94 | F | A | I am in the basement of the church I attended as a child. My former boyfriend is asleep in a pew in the basement of the church. I say I know what happened. He doesn't want his father to know where he is and I say I won't tell. Other people are also doing this. I go back to my bed which is also in the church basement. There is also something about a psychologist and seven years. | 1MKA, 1MKA, 2JSA, 1IOA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 28 | 1992-1998 | 7/3/94 | F | A | I am given a gift, a milky white glass tray with streaks of color in it. The tray is in a wicker basket with cookies which are in the shape of stars and other shapes, but the cookies are also made of glass. I found the gift in the Penney Store in the town where I grew up. Also while I am in the store I try on a green knit cap and a clerk sees me. I almost walked out with the cap. I had also set my hair in the store with clips from a package and I have to put them back. My husband is with me in the store. | 1MOA, 1MKA | null |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 29 | 1992-1998 | 7/7/94 | F | A | I am riding in the back seat of a large, old car which reminds me of a bus. In the beginning of the dream I am in the town where I grew up. There are some ladies from the local nursing home in the car. My (adult) son is a baby in the dream and is with me. A huge snowplow truck is passing us and I realize that the car is moving - not the truck. I feel very weak but I move the visors on the car and the head rest and I climb over the back seat. My legs are very weak, but I manage to stop the car. The car is now on a highway in my present town. Two of the elderly ladies in the car were wrestling. One is small and one is large. The small one know she doesn't have a chance but stands up to the large one anyway, saying she always gets put on the seat or the floor and that is embarrassing. After this the car starts to move again. | 2FSA, 1MKC, 1FSA, 1FKA | AP D |
arlie | Arlie: a middle-aged woman | 30 | 1992-1998 | 7/8/94 | F | A | I am at a cottage at a lake where my in-laws stayed during the summer. My (adult) son is a baby in the dream and he falls into the water which is a river in the dream. He is struggling and I get him out and push him on the shore and then look for a cat which is missing. I learn it isn't the grey cat I should be looking for but the "nice" kitty that is grey with red strips. I find her in a cage, okay. | 2JKA, 1MKC, 1ANI | null |