Kind of like those portraits in the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland...

Last night, I dreamed I was in my room looking at the pictures one of my sisters had drawn. They were all hanging in a line at the top of the ceiling. When I looked away and looked back, I noticed that the pictures had changed. First of all, the drawings looked more cartoonish, when they had originally looked like the people did in real life. Secondly, there were things added to the pictures. There was a picture of Omar that my sister had drawn and I noticed a huge sore on the side of his neck. I wondered how it had gotten there, but it didn't take me too long to realize that she had drawn a male vampire to the side of the bite, with his teeth sticking out, as if he was ready to bite or had just bitten Omar. I wondered when my sister had had the time to draw that in, since I had never seen her take the pictures down or even realized them missing in the first place. When I finally looked away from the pictures, I saw my little sister in my room also looking up at them.

Desarraigo-un sueño lúcido

In my last dream, I was in this large mansion. The walls were dark colored and there were red velvet chairs and chandeliers in many of the rooms. The lights were rather dim in some rooms, which were lit only by a single light bulb attached to the wall by a brass fixture. After walking around, I got to this hallway and met up with this guy that I somehow knew, named Johnathan. Our relationship was very strange. I don't know if we had come to the hotel together or not, but it seemed like he had some kind of power over me and I didn't really like him the way he liked me. We climbed up a ladder off the side of the hall into this room at the top near the ceiling. All I remember is seeing his member in my hand and then me going down on him. He wasn't able to climax, because once he was weak enough I quickly backed out of the room, down the ladder and into another hallway. I couldn't believe I had just given him head without a condom and hoped he didn't have any STDs. All I wanted was to get away from him, so I kept running and got to this dressing room and hid inside. There was a man and a woman in it already, but they didn't protest when I ran past them. I could hear Johnathan running walking down the hall looking for me. Soon enough, he was up near the dressing room talking with someone who worked there. I could see them through the slits of the door and lifted up one of my legs, as if to make myself less noticeable, since you could see ankles and feet on the other side. Johnathan asked him if any of the other dressing rooms would be available, so he and his wife would have sex in them. I knew he was talking about me and I closed my eyes and realized I was dreaming. I imagined a ladder on the wall leading out of the dressing room and when I opened my eyes, a very small one had appeared, I started to climb it, but closed my eyes again and imagined myself somewhere else, anywhere else...

When I opened my eyes again, I was outside my grandma's house. I could see three police cars with their lights flashing down the street and a few people walking towards me away from the scene. They were all Spanish speaking, so I asked them in Spanish what had happened. A little girl tried to tell me but I couldn't understand the key word in the sentence that would have revealed to me the answer. I kept walking and noticed a little boy. I knew I was going to look for Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, so I asked him in Spanish where Omar was. He told me he was "over there" and pointed in the direction I had been walking in. I repeated the question and this time, I used Omar's last names, too, but the little boy gave me the same response and walked me down the street in Omar's direction. At the end of the street was a beach. The little boy and I had to ride on this large ball floating in the water to get across to the other side. We both jumped on and the ball was a little bit deflated, so we had a good grasp on it. I remember looking at the boy and asking him something in French, this time, but I don't remember what I said. The little boy didn't reply. When I got across, the little boy was gone and I was alone. Somehow I managed to find Omar and we ended up back in the neighborhood my grandma's house was in. We walked around talking and then at one point, he ran off. I went after him and was never too far behind, when we ended up at a dead end in someone's backyard. He ran towards the fence and when I saw him looking back at me, his face had changed. The person running away from me didn't look like him at all, but when I caught up to him and wrapped him in my arms, it went back to normal. There was something terribly wrong with him and I did my best to soothe him, by hugging him and rubbing his back. He calmed down after a bit and we walked into his dad's house. Strange as it may seem, in the dream, his dad was actually my boyfriend's dad. Someone left the house and said something to Omar's dad in passing.

Chatterbox

In my next dream, I was at Hollywood video and everything had been moved around. I knew the place was closing, but it didn't look like anything was for sale, yet. There was a large open space in front of the counter with very large mats lying on the floor. It looked like it was for some sort of game, but no one was there doing anything. I walked through the rows of movies and tried to find the sections that I usually frequent, but everything was moved. I ended up walking all the way across the store without encountering anything I was looking for. I turned around and walked back the other way. A guy I used to know from high was there and bumped into me. He was acting very strange and then he started following me. I quickly walked out of the store to my car and luckily, he turned and walked towards his, but he was still talking and looking at me, as if he were trying to impress me. It looked like there were all kinds of clothes and furniture packed into his car; some of it was even on top of the car and he ended up standing on top of it and laying down, still talking to me and watching me drive away.

Home Invasion

Last night, I dreamed I was at home in bed. I heard someone come inside and I was terrified we were being robbed. I thought that maybe my sister and I should go hide in the closet, but then I figured whoever was in our house would hear us. I told my sister to call 911, but it didn't look like she was going to. Her phone was right next to her and she made no move to pick it up. I started trying to call the police on my phone, but for some reason, I was scrolling through my contacts, instead of bringing up the keypad and just dialing. When I finally remembered to do that, I only whispered my address and then hid my phone. I remember hitting my nose on something and then seeing a tiny trickle of blood course down towards my lip. I wiped it up a few times and stayed put.

Water

Last night, I dreamed I was at my old junior high school talking with Joey. We were flirting a little bit and not really saying much, when my Tía René walked by us and said something about my cell phone. Joey and I walked down the front of the school and noticed a stand with a bunch of sunglasses on it. We both started trying them on and then we climbed into this car that was connected to the stand. I tried on some of the sunglasses in the car and took a seat. There was a pretty black girl wearing jeans and a pink top sitting in the driver's seat. She told me that the glasses I had on looked nice on me and that I could buy them if I wanted. I didn't really like them, because the lenses were clear. We started driving and went into this neighborhood that was well-known for gangs and drug dealers. The girl said that she had been to a few of the houses, but not the one where they sold drugs. Joey had been to a few, as well and it made me reluctant to want to be around him. I shot him a glance that seemed to say, "I don't like what you do and if you don't stop, I won't be around." The next thing I know, I'm in a large store that resembles Target. There were people running and hiding, because people with guns were in the store. There was a black woman, who was about ten years older than me in the same aisle as I was. I followed her to her house. We tried hiding in there, but we knew we had been marked and people would come for us. Men in uniforms broke through the door and went straight for her. I was in the backyard and tried to hide behind some bushes. Somehow, I had been caught and found myself standing at this large piano. There were two people there watching over me. One was female and I think the other was a small boy. The hall we were in was large with high ceilings. It was very elegant and was constructed with pillars and fancy carvings on the walls and ceilings. It seemed like I was in another time. I was wearing a long white dress that looked like a sheet. The material was thin and the dress didn't really have a shape to; it just sort of clung to the curves of my body and hung lose at the legs. I'm not sure, if I was being given a lesson on the piano, or if I was just playing it, but after I played a loud and intense piece, I said it sounded like water. At that moment, water flew up from the keys and into the faces of my captors. I ran off down the hall in an attempt to escape. There were people scattered about, but they seemed oblivious to what was going on. I hid behind a tall, skinny hedge next to a small store. This young girl, with a long brown ponytail stood in front of the hedge, so no one would see me. Her friends went into the store, but looked back at us afraid. My captors came running up and at first, didn't seem to notice me, but looked back and spotted us both. Before they had a chance to pursue me further, a large tunnel of green-blue ocean water sprang up in front of us and an undine grabbed my hand and pulled me into the tunnel. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to breath, but breath I did, as I was washed away into the sea. I came out onto a large sandy beach. There were many large puddles on the shore and many people and creatures roaming about. The sea Goddess had saved me and I was in her dwelling. I was still sure that my captors would find me, but I was relieved that it would take them some time. I walked away from the water with the undines at my side.

Oops...

Last night, I dreamed I was walking around on the field at my old junior high. I was walking around socializing and trying to make sure everyone was having fun, but I was older than the kids that were there. My high school psych teacher was there and he heard me talking to a group of younger girls. He came up to me and asked me why I changed my voice when I was around them. I told him that I was playing the part of the party girl, fun girl and I was trying to make sure that everyone was having a good time. I also told him that I started to talk like that when I was talking to other girls sometimes and that when I was younger I used to start talking like the people around me, if there were enough of them and I was there for a long time. As I was saying this to him, I immediately went out of party girl mode and into business mode. I used sophisticated speech, my tone of voice changed and I sounded a lot more like a grad student than the high school girl role I was playing earlier. He laughed and I left shortly after. Later on, I started walking around observing people. I saw my boyfriend sitting at a table, so I went over and sat down next to him and laid my head on his lap. All I remember was seeing that he was wearing black pants. I realized that I wasn't laying on my boyfriend's lap at all, but my teachers. I was a little bit embarrassed, so I got up and walked away.

домохозяйка

Last night, I dreamed I was at some sort of competition outdoors. There was a very high diving board and a tall, skinny black girl in a red bathing suit dove off the top and went through layers of colored cloth until she finally landed gracefully into the pool at the bottom. I walked over to this table where an overweight Mexican gangster looking guy was sitting. He had a shaved head and looked to be in his late twenties. In the dream, I liked him, but he didn't really like me. I was trying to win his heart by doing the competition with him. He sat down at this table and I was supposed to serve him food. There were large baked potatoes sitting in a tray and I was trying to pick it up and put it on his plate as part of the competition. I was really uncomfortable having to serve this guy, I had to fight the feminism in my bones to try to pick it up. The guy told me to pick it up, and I told him I was trying. I finally picked it up and put it on his plate and then I was supposed to put toppings on it. It was such a strange competition. I felt very subservient and uncomfortable throughout the entire ordeal.