Our Dreams

The Terrorist

Fri, 18 Jan 2013 22:08:56 -0600

I planted a bomb in our house…. our house didn’t completely blow up. I was a terrorist. FBI and other federal agencies came to my house and started checking everything out. My dad and Chu Thanh started going through my computer trying to look for incriminating evidence. They didn’t find anything but I immediately started looking up how to reformat my computer to erase the memory. Somewhere else, there was another family; sleeper agents. They just moved into their house and were responsible for a huge apartment bombing that caused massive flash flooding in the region. My sister and I were driving through the area and we saw the burning buildings, the firefighters, and everyone. The entire way there she was harassing We reached this small road and suddenly we were attached to a stretchy cord microphone. We were afraid of being found out as terrorists but someone got onto us and screamed as they drove passed us: “Is there going to be another attack??” Then the other family drove up and met us there. Vicki joined them but I chickened out and ran away. A guy with a flooded construction dump truck, offered to help me as my sister and the terrorist family were trying to kill me. finally the guy started his truck (which is halfway underwater) and i caught the exhaust pipe to drag me away before another truck fell on me.

I’m just going to bottle it up and explode one day. It’s better that way.

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 04:14:30 -0500

I’m just going to bottle it up and explode one day. It’s better that way.

Frustrations

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 01:46:39 -0600

I want layers in my hair so I don’t feel like I have a damn mop on my head. I just got a hair cut too…I just didn’t get enough cut. Wish she wasn’t in a rush and that she’d listen to me sometimes…. I mean… It is my damn hair…..

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Mon, 20 Feb 2012 01:44:41 -0600

rhovanions:

fcukyeahquotes:

This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphin that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.

reminds me of walking dead

This is one of the coolest and most reassuring things I’ve ever seen.

Nazis

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 11:53:34 -0600

Some blonde girl that I recently befriended cut my bangs ultra short without my permission and I broke everything she had at my house and kicked her out. She lived in the house that Shelby and Megan used to live in. I tore her straightener to pieces and left it on her porch. She broke glass on my bed so I couldn’t sleep on it. Anyway I nearly killed her for butchering my hair like that! But before I knew it Nazi Germans were invading the small fenced off village and we had to escape or die. I had a kid I had to take care of and stuffed him in a small space to keep him safe until we could escape. We had to reach the other side of the fence where a crowd was gathering to watch the invasion they were safe from.

Dreams!

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 01:02:39 -0600

I had a dream I was married and was preggo and suuupppeerr happy. It may have something to do with watching the Season 7 of Bones where Booth and Bones are happily awaiting their newborn and they are all acting like expecting parents. I felt the joy in my dream and it was amazing. I only hope to truly feel that same joy one day. I will never know what I was thinking when I said I would never have children. I knew deep deep deeep down that one day, I would love to hold my very own bundle of joy.

I can remember my husband rubbing my huge belly and talking to the baby in baby talk and kissing it ever so tenderly and then he smiled right back up to me and I was filled with a warm and indescribable feeling along the lines of joy, love, pure happiness.

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Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:55:15 -0600

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Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:45:49 -0600

martinezivy:

10knotes:

I miss my babies!

so ADORABLE. It makes my heart melt.

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Wed, 07 Dec 2011 21:23:42 -0600

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Wed, 07 Dec 2011 01:27:55 -0600

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Annnddddddddddd my final’s tomorrow. Joy…

I wish I had seen this a long time ago…

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 01:18:33 -0600

I wish I had seen this a long time ago…

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Wed, 07 Dec 2011 01:17:34 -0600

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You know...

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 01:15:26 -0600

I get so jealous of you sometimes. I get so jealous of what other people have. I wonder if other people are jealous of what I have. But I hardly wonder that. I’m just like the other ladies that like to sit their sadness on an elbow and hope and wish. I wish I could see what I have and love it as much as I love what you have. I wish. And wish.

I SAW A SUPER ULTRA CUTE PUPPY HUSKY TODAY.

Fri, 24 Jun 2011 00:04:53 -0500

IT HAD ONE BLUE EYE AND ONE BROWN EYE AND IT WAS FLUFFY AND IT WAS SOFT AND IT WAS SUPER ADORABLE I DIED. </end>

Photo

Fri, 24 Jun 2011 00:03:13 -0500

Mario Mushroom Madness

Fri, 24 Jun 2011 00:02:15 -0500

My father replaced our nice long dining table with a kids sized mario mushroom table. Complete with four mini foldable chairs, matching plates that served as the spots on the mushroom, and table legs that resembled the stem of the infamous mario mushroom. Throughout the dream, the only light in the kitchen came from a street lamp with white light that filtered through the venetian blinds. The kitchen was lit just so one could see the shapes of everything and a hint of color but nothing more. The tile consisted of small white 90’s looking ceramic tiles filled in with a dark, maybe black, grout. My mother hated my dad for what he did and was infuriated with him but, as usual, she didn’t mention anything to him. He continued about his business as if that was our normal table. I forgot to mention that although the entire kitchen was almost void of any color, the little table’s colors, shapes, and even the detailed pictures could be easily seen.

The Cold Hearted.

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 23:39:00 -0500

We seemed to be in a city like New York in an area where we could see the Hudson river going under the bridge. The sun was setting and the sky was orange. The sky seemed to be forever stuck that way. There was an old gasoline tank; kind of like the one that used to be next to the gas station and tire place on FM 1825 and Vision Dr. It was old, rusted, and has nearly fallen apart (as there were many large holes in it). A battle ship across the river shot rockets at it while me and a strange guy were next to it. Amazingly unharmed and outraged that the Navy dare blow up this tank I wanted to turn into a piece of furniture, we stood up to find the ship. The rockets successfully destroyed the gas tank, however, some rockets some how ricocheted off the gas tank, went straight back to the ship, and blew it up. Initially happy that such a miracle took place, I was immediately horrified as I noticed a small ship, with my family in it, next to the battleship that was gobbled up by the explosion. I broke out in tears as I mourned my beloved family until I noticed a mini ship with the classic two sails (the ones in the drawings we drew as kids). My family came out of the explosion unscathed and waving happily to me. They sailed closer to me as I hopped it. The river was now filled with thousands of bodies of civilians dying or dead. I ignored them as I hopped in the boat telling my family that we have no room for the dying and that we must sail on and leave them to die.

Fucking Android and Deja Vu x2

Mon, 20 Jun 2011 11:11:00 -0500

First off, I would like to inform you tumblrs that the tumblr app for android sucks big sweaty balls. It doesn’t save drafts and I lost this entire dream I spend all morning typing. So now, I don’t even care to retype the dream in the detail I initially did. Plus, the virtual keyboard sucks on any other phone than the iPhone.

Before the bottom of my palm accidentally pushed the home button and forced tumblr to close without saving my draft, I was telling you about a dream I had about a fucking vampire. This fucking vampire liked pretty girls and snuck into their lavish mansions to suck their bodies dry. He was turned in his mid to late 20s. Set in the 1600’s in the noble parts of England, I followed this fucking young vampire until the next dream.

In the next dream, I was at Musashino’s preparing to celebrate a co-worker’s birthday after a long evening shift. Lucky, the birthday boy, was sitting at the side bar. Only, the side bar turned into a wall with a small table for two against it. Lucky was sitting at this table having his smoke and beer as we snuck up to him with cake and a candle. We began to sing however, half the girls sang in japanese and the other half sang in english. I sang in Japanese for some reason. The girls argued that we were supposed to sing it in Japanese because it was our job. The other girls argued that we sound terrible to Lucky in Japanese because he actually knows it in Japanese so we should sing it in english. In the end, we sang in Japanese….I think.

Typing the title made me feel deja vu. Typing deja vu in the title made me feel deja vu again……

Clips and Snippets.

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 11:16:15 -0500

It’s that time where I have dreams I can’t seem to remember. I remember part of a dream that had something to do with a new school semester in a new school and being completely lost on the new campus. Amy, a coworker was in the dream for some reason…

I love this.

Thu, 09 Jun 2011 20:50:36 -0500

I love this.