Interesting- this one came the day after I dreamt about visiting Miji. We’ll call this webfriend, um, Cappie. XD

I dreamt I went to Cappie’s website, and several new people had joined. They had started discussions and everything, and I was trying to add a comment or a post about where to put their bios, since they asked. I had the most difficult time doing so, and realized that this part of the board had actually split off from the other part of the board, because the newcomers kept talking about autism and nothing else, and the website wasn’t about autism.

I went over to see Cappie about this, just what was going on, at her apartment in the city. We met in the street outside, with others who had come over- she was having some sort of get-together there. Later we all went down to her apartment, which was sub-level, and I don’t think I ever got a chance to talk to her or even find out what the get-together was about (though it seemed very Xanadu, somehow, so it must involve the Muses).

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Let’s call this friend Miji. I went to Miji’s house to visit with her and her husband. Her husband was maybe going to take me skydiving off a canyon wall? And, goodness, but Miji did have beads galore, and her three (?) daughters were stringing them into garlands for the holidays.

When I left (I started to think of Miji as Chur then), I was going back to university maybe, and I was only a daughter (not wife mother etc). Also I had a (rather generic, faceless) brother, whom I was perilously close to, and who kept trying to kiss me.

When I arrived at the dorms (or barracks? never sure), I went looking for a shower. Funny, not a toilet this time! The bathroom in this place was awesome. There were private shower rooms, shower cubicles, fountains, and square tubs so deep you could stand up in. I was positively gleeful! I lathered up my hair while I was waiting, but they were all taken, and nobody seemed in a hurry to let anyone else have a turn.

There was one girl walking around, wearing a sign, trying to sell sliced ham. She asked if I’d buy some, and to give a good impression, I said, “Oh I love ham- I just don’t have any money.” I kept going around and around the baths, finding new ones, but not vacant ones, and eventually I accidentally went into the dining area, which was quite nice like a restaurant w/ booths, before finding my way to the baths again.

I never got a shower. :(

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I had a plastic baby doll that started talking to me (rather like Ponyo to Sosoke) and becoming a real baby. I gave it a bottle of formula, which caused it to have diarrhea and vomiting. I cleaned it up and tried to nurse it instead (having much apprehension once it was actually latched on since it was not really a baby at all), but this caused it to vomit and poop even more. Baby seemed perfectly happy to be covered in dark olive green-brown liquid. o.O I wrapped the doll up and took it to the sink? to wash it, and when I unwrapped it, it had turned into a red truck or jeep, covered in mud. It didn’t change back or talk anymore.

Then, it seemed Mom and Dad were staying with us in “the new house” which was a tiny apartment or duplex rental thing. The living room was actually just extra space around the main bedroom, which had curtains instead of walls. I didn’t get a chance to talk to them much as I was trying to keep track of the kids. Our dog was running around, and at one point they were trying to find him, but he had changed into a human, a young man with black hair. He was sitting behind me on the tour bus in the apartment, looking very confused (at being turned into a human, or at there being a tour bus in the apartment?) and not speaking. I almost called him Derek for some reason before I remembered the right name (which, btw, is Zev).

Later on I was taking a bath and playing with my bath toys. (I find this most amusing.) I had an empty plastic green frame that I was laying on top of the water and putting all the toys through. This seemed like a ritual which needed to be accomplished. It occurred to me that all the people needed to go through the frame too, although now that I think of it, I’m not sure how we were going to fit through. I think I went through, and it wasn’t a problem.

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Saturday the 14th, I dreamt a very mundane thing: I checked my phone, which had not rung all day, and found I had missed 5 calls from Dad. (It turned out that I really did need to talk to him, rather urgently.)

Later that night I dreamt of my daughter. Her face was suddenly swelling here and there, spontaneously, and just as suddenly the swelling would go down and leave a horrible deep purple almost concave bruise. We were in my old bedroom at Mom and Dad’s house. I wanted to take daughter to the hospital, and I was angry with Mom for not listening to me, and for saying that daughter would be fine. I followed Mom into the living room, where she, Dad, and my Nanna were sitting at a table, paying bills. Many of these were overdue. Mom held up an envelope, declaring that nobody could complain about them paying bills late, when it took this long for the insurance reimbursement (said envelope) to finally get there.

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On the night of the Equinox, I dreamt I was in my parents’ backyard with them, my sister and her family, and my kids. We were having a picnic (or at least sitting at a picnic table) and noting that all the fruit had ripened and that we should pick it. The fruit was growing from what seemed to be oak trees, only this oak tree was full of ripened watermelons, and that one full of bananas, and that one full of blackberries the size of grapes. One more I couldn’t quite make out; I think it was a pumpkin tree.

Thing is, nobody noticed any of this until a watermelon fell off and smashed on the ground. I said something about, wow, just in time for the picnic, but none of them wanted any of the fruit and seemed unimpressed. I remembered planting the fruit trees there, and thought, if I had planted them at my house instead, I could have a yard full of watermelon trees, etc.

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Yes, that’s how far behind I am.

I was with my sister? I think. I am always dreaming about a sister. Sometimes it is my real sister, but often not. Sometimes it morphs between a sister and my daughter, and sometimes a younger version of me. Especially in important or spiritual dreams. Maybe it is really profound, like my subconscious self? It seems like a Self thing. Like, she’s me, but another me… somehow. Another part of me, maybe.

We were ostensibly at our new house because we were walking outside and I think following something, an animal, when it slipped under a corral fence onto another property which had two houses on it and a teenaged boy standing there between them tending his horse. I stopped, sister wanted to keep going. I said, that’s not our land and we don’t know them. Sister said, let’s go find out, make friends. She ducked under the fence and I stood there. She came right back and I was going to ask her why she came back so fast, if anything had happened to make her change her mind, when the animal (I think it probably was the same one) came racing back into our yard.

The animal was now a huge black donkey, and seemed quite wild and not willing to be caught, yet our reaction was something along the lines of- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaw, come here donkey, as if it were a kitten. The urge to be close to it and hold it wasn’t so much because it was cute, as because we thought we should take care of it.

Okay, this is all very much codependent. Our reaction, that we “need” to take care of it, that’s so codependent. It obviously doesn’t want our “help”- our “help” is just a means of controlling it. That’s not a healthy way to interact with anything. Also, that’s not a normal reaction one has with a mad donkey. One doesn’t usually want to scoop up a wild, mad donkey and feed it cookies or something. One would probably get the hell out of the way and leave it alone. Why are we drawn to a donkey, much less a wild one who despises us? Is it because it is wild and doesn’t want anything to do with us? Do we feel the need to change it?

Donkey. Well, that is surely a contrast to the horse. A horse is a noble creature, a donkey… not so much. But it’s close, so you could pretend it’s a horse… As in, surely if we tried, we could change this wild, mad donkey into a tame, loving horse?

Oh, that’s very… pathetic. Ouch. Let it be, selves!

We went up to it and it didn’t run away, but it backed up and protested quite loudly. I put my arms around it (or tried to), and it bit me, a savage bite on the shoulder, and I knew then that I would turn into a vampire. The donkey bolted away and the dream changed settings somewhat.

My ear (I’m not sure but maybe my right ear? only one of them) grew into a huge black donkey ear. (now, see, if I had started to turn into a llama…, but no, it’s a jackass instead.) Then the ear fell off completely and changed into a bat, which flew up and transformed into a vampire.

Still with me?

The vampire was the head vampire (apparently by popular vote), and said since I was now a vampire I should go and live in the haunted house with him and the other ghoulie things. Then he flew off. The house was down the way, an aged grand estate complete with spooky tree in front and neglected garden gate, etc. Oh and apparently now I could change into ether and whish around unseen or see-through and all that- but only at that house.

I wasn’t a vampire, though, because instead I developed the ability to turn into a Jäger (pic), from the Girl Genius comic. I was pretty thrilled about that (probably because it was so ridiculous- I feel about as much like a Jäger as a doily feels like a ninja star, most days). Jägers are easily my favorite monsters, but in any case, I certainly liked that much more than being a vampire, for sure.

(Btw, the Jägerkin are based loosely on Mr. Hyde from the Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde story- the whole, drinking an infernal potion idea- only the Jägerkin stay Jägerkin forever. In the dream, it seemed that it was more of a temporary accomplishment.)

I was walking to the haunted house with, well, at first with my sister, but then it apparently was with someone who was supposed to be my husband (much like the other was my “sister”)- even though this guy was a blond Jäger. And I was thinking, you know, I didn’t even like this guy until he became a Jäger. He was switching back and forth almost every other step, and when he was Jägerkin, I thought, this is the best guy ever, and when he was human, I was quite unimpressed.

We got to the house, and it was me and my sister or maybe younger brother now, and I said, wait here. I’ll fly in and see if anyone will change you into a vampire, too. I whooshed in, but in the dream I just saw my sibling waiting there for my return. The verdict was that they were not interested in my sibling or at any rate it just wasn’t done. I knew this as my sibling standing outside, and then the sibling went home I presume.

Then the perspective shifted and I was in the house, which was not a haunted house now but sort of an apartment or flat, apparently where my family lived. Maybe husband’s family at first? Generic family, at any rate, not the actual real people. Somehow I had just come back from shopping with son, and everything had been eerily vacant and abandoned, with ghostly winds blowing through the parking lot. We never made it into the store (I think grocery or maybe Target) but just came back home. My son wasn’t even there in the house, btw. There were a million green potted plants along one wall of windows, so that you couldn’t even see the windows, but the light coming in was warm and sort of green and welcoming. There might have been something about bacon- that part is REALLY blurry lol.

Then I was in the kitchen/dining room and the phone/answering machine on the table went off, and it was my family calling. Apparently there had been a huge flood in my hometown, which had now abated, but which had threatened all their lives and killed my Nanna (my maternal grandmother who actually died of cancer before daughter was born). They did not sound in the least bit shaken by any of this or surprised that I hadn’t even heard about it, and they were even making jokes at my Nanna’s expense. It was disturbing but mostly I was really tired of hearing everybody snark at each other and being so hateful- I was really tired of it and depressed.

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