Cy Fassihi (a friend on myspace) came to my house (for my b-day) and was sitting on couch with my mom/family. I was taking FOREVER, ad I think I kept going to sleep, too. I was trying to find clothes... wasn't really hurrying... hours were passing. I said I'd be out in a few more minutes, but he soon left. My mom told me he was gone... left me a stupid card (MIT/FMU)? I told her he knows I'm looking for a school. (missed the date) I was writing/talking to someone about him, saying we probably would have banged. Lol
Grandma was upset about something. I said when I was 15 years old... I was being dramatic back then, crying, saying something about how the crying wasn't real/I could make myself cry. (I tried to explain I was probably acting...I remembered saying those things, but didn't remember why...)
Quentin Tarantino was in my dream again. This time, he was on some kind of TV show. (They don't edit out penises/assholes? Lol) So he got up and mooned the camera/audience... he bent way over, but he apparently was tucking and had a hard-on... so you could see EVERYTHING. (And he was HUGE).
John Cusack was there somewhere... don't remember his role. Him or someone like him. I felt a closeness w/ him/this person.
***The number 607 = "they" = "psychic" ????
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Quentin/JC
Unsure of exact date (can't remember much of this dream)
Quentin Tarantino - was nervous to meet him - went to (hotel?) Waiting on red couch with people (he sat 1 person over, to the left) Courtney Howard (Koch)? (from elementary/middle school) was there - (crazy) she was rocking and biting her lip saying something about a girl (Rachel?) - she said she had to kill her... I tried to save her - (her hair/scalp got ripped) I hid her away.
Before Quentin went in the building he was walking w/ John Cusack and I think I was following them. J.C. Said he wanted to show him his facebook and myspace page.
Another part of the dream, I was having sex with John Cusack, and I noticed I had pubic hair, but I was able to take it off with my hands... I was riding on top of him... something was wrong. I was getting into the back of a car, my car?, and he was saying something really deep and intense about "love" and a "coma", and I thought it was very sage-like and philosophical, and that I would want to put that in a screenplay, so I wanted to remember to write it down, but I forgot it. Also, I thought it was real because I thought he was going to use it and that I'd be stealing his words.
In another dream, some red-head/blond kid w/ freckles was drunk outside an apt. Complex (Castillian?) and was trying to talk to me in my car... I locked my windows, but he was able to open my door. I snapped it shut and he was still talking to me & threw up. I screeched off... then I felt bad and thought I should have offered him a ride. I angrily came to a halt as he was stumbling to his car and loading things in. He had trash cans of garbage, junk food and reese's cups. At first he was acting upset and like I didn't have to do anything... don't remember much else.
Quentin Tarantino - was nervous to meet him - went to (hotel?) Waiting on red couch with people (he sat 1 person over, to the left) Courtney Howard (Koch)? (from elementary/middle school) was there - (crazy) she was rocking and biting her lip saying something about a girl (Rachel?) - she said she had to kill her... I tried to save her - (her hair/scalp got ripped) I hid her away.
Before Quentin went in the building he was walking w/ John Cusack and I think I was following them. J.C. Said he wanted to show him his facebook and myspace page.
Another part of the dream, I was having sex with John Cusack, and I noticed I had pubic hair, but I was able to take it off with my hands... I was riding on top of him... something was wrong. I was getting into the back of a car, my car?, and he was saying something really deep and intense about "love" and a "coma", and I thought it was very sage-like and philosophical, and that I would want to put that in a screenplay, so I wanted to remember to write it down, but I forgot it. Also, I thought it was real because I thought he was going to use it and that I'd be stealing his words.
In another dream, some red-head/blond kid w/ freckles was drunk outside an apt. Complex (Castillian?) and was trying to talk to me in my car... I locked my windows, but he was able to open my door. I snapped it shut and he was still talking to me & threw up. I screeched off... then I felt bad and thought I should have offered him a ride. I angrily came to a halt as he was stumbling to his car and loading things in. He had trash cans of garbage, junk food and reese's cups. At first he was acting upset and like I didn't have to do anything... don't remember much else.
Monday, December 22, 2008
The Last Uterus
The dream was taking place 7 years ago.
I was speaking to a girl with red hair and I was from 7 years in the future. I said, "To you, (this is/I'm from) present, but to me, (this is/I'm in) the past."
I had the last of the ovaries, the last uterus. I had some kind of grand purpose. People with wigs were trying to kill me. One girl with red hair and blue eyes, very tall and beautiful, had the only real hair. I asked why everyone was wearing wigs with long hair and she said it was because everyone wanted to be like her. I asked why, and I simultaneously answered as she did. "Besides being/ (Because I'm..) (tall?) and beautiful." She walked with me and I explained I was from the past. We were walking behind Marilyn Manson and I saw Trent Reznor. I thought to myself, "Hm! Still looks good!" and continued. I gathered people to tell them the news of my purpose and how I had the last functioning uterus/ovaries, and was driving for a deeper purpose, but I woke up.
Segment of dream:
There was a girl who had quit smoking this year. Drank a sort of "shot" with 2 tsp. Vinegar, diluted. (apple cider vinegar)
Segment of dream:
There was a struggle... woman (w/ wig?) was biting me and fighting me. I ripped off her head? It rolled out of the doorway and into the (school) hallway. People were appalled at me, but I tried to explain she was evil and they didn't understand.
I was speaking to a girl with red hair and I was from 7 years in the future. I said, "To you, (this is/I'm from) present, but to me, (this is/I'm in) the past."
I had the last of the ovaries, the last uterus. I had some kind of grand purpose. People with wigs were trying to kill me. One girl with red hair and blue eyes, very tall and beautiful, had the only real hair. I asked why everyone was wearing wigs with long hair and she said it was because everyone wanted to be like her. I asked why, and I simultaneously answered as she did. "Besides being/ (Because I'm..) (tall?) and beautiful." She walked with me and I explained I was from the past. We were walking behind Marilyn Manson and I saw Trent Reznor. I thought to myself, "Hm! Still looks good!" and continued. I gathered people to tell them the news of my purpose and how I had the last functioning uterus/ovaries, and was driving for a deeper purpose, but I woke up.
Segment of dream:
There was a girl who had quit smoking this year. Drank a sort of "shot" with 2 tsp. Vinegar, diluted. (apple cider vinegar)
Segment of dream:
There was a struggle... woman (w/ wig?) was biting me and fighting me. I ripped off her head? It rolled out of the doorway and into the (school) hallway. People were appalled at me, but I tried to explain she was evil and they didn't understand.
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