tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69748062011-12-02T06:23:50.188-08:00When our concious sinks and our subconcious emerges, we can only witness what the mind truly has to offer in the night.JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1141101063451476922006-02-27T20:08:00.000-08:002006-02-27T20:31:03.460-08:00

I had a dream a few nights ago that, like so many of my dreams, was short, weird, and twisted snippets of imagery. Unlike my previous post, I'm hoping that it won't bear any resemblance to a nearly real-life event that happened within my circle of friends. I remember I was hanging out with a myriad of friends from different stages of my life. High school/college classmates, coworkers, family

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1127536893716257122005-09-23T21:27:00.000-07:002005-09-23T21:41:33.723-07:00

Last night, I dreamt that I was on an extremely urgent rescue mission. I was to find out what that mission was when I arrived at a predetermined destination. I was running down and empty street in the middle of the night, not a car to be seen. The scenery around me was pure chaos-trees and power lines were down, dilapidated houses were caving in upon themselves, and I could hear loud rumbling

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1116942996326170012005-05-24T06:47:00.000-07:002005-05-24T06:56:36.330-07:00

Last night, I dreamed that I was in a building. This building was once a parking garage, as indicated by the antiquated elevator system, gradually elevating cement floor, exposed pipes, and rails. This building was later converted into office space in which I found myself wandering aimlessly. I knew I needed to make my way to the top floor of this office building. When i attempted to take the

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1116688699446809962005-05-21T08:10:00.000-07:002005-05-21T08:18:19.453-07:00

Last night, I dreamed that I was in the midst of moving out of my apartment. The first things to leave were the fish tanks. They were moved and setup in my new abode, given vacation feeders, and left to fend for themselves and they boyfriend and I spent the next few days moving the rest of our belongings. The vacation feeder routine was in place for several weeks, as we sorted through old and

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1115694514535927402005-05-09T20:04:00.000-07:002005-05-09T20:08:56.716-07:00

You know you've become way too involved in an organization when you start dreaming about a fellow member's demise via an email. I dreamed that a former member of my organization had passed away. I remember that this email was sent to my email group and, even though I had never actually met the person, I was broken. The funny thing is that it felt so real to me that for about a day I wasn't sure

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1113416527110710132005-04-13T11:21:00.000-07:002005-05-09T20:00:44.413-07:00

The business district in which I work is getting a gradual facelift due, in part, to an effort to revitalize the area. Although the overall goal of this project is to bring an urban edge to this small, Midwestern shopping Mecca, my dream begged to differ. I dreamt that all of the urbanization plans were thrown out the window in favor of a look and feel that is reminiscent of Old World Sicilian

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1109656542985792512005-02-28T21:47:00.000-08:002005-02-28T21:55:42.986-08:00

This one is complements of a good friend of mine, who shall be referred to as kdj699. KDJ and I were at the new home of the national headquarters of our community service organization. These headquarters are actually located in Tulsa, OK, but in this dream it was somewhere other than Tulsa. We were admiring the architecture and landscaping when His Excellency, Pope John Paul II (JP2), came

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1109566654902737382005-02-27T20:47:00.000-08:002005-02-27T20:57:34.906-08:00

This was a very short dream, another university-oriented one at that. I was receiving the finest education on the planet as a student at the University of New York. I was an overprivileged student majoring in Classical Literature Studies with a minor in Latin. My education came with a full-ride scholarship, a personal chef, a ten-member massage team, an astrologist, concierge service, my own

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1107647380898855112005-02-05T15:59:00.000-08:002005-02-06T09:36:10.950-08:00

I had this dream a few nights ago and kept meaning to post about it. I hope you are as amused as I was. The dream started with me talking to Kid Rock in my parents' kitchen. The next thing I knew, we were on the hard linoleum being, ummm, err, affectionate, approximately eight feet from my parents' bedroom door. After a little while, I became aware of my mom being awake in her room. Uh-oh.

Karennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1105682650426832652005-01-13T21:48:00.000-08:002005-01-13T22:04:10.426-08:00

Remember when I said I get my sickest dreams around Halloween? No, not this time around. There are only a few that I have had, and I'm sorry to say that I can't share much because I didn't remember much. Let's move on, shall we? Boot Camp:  In the midst of WWIII between the United States and, well, everyone else, I was enlisted as a drill instructor for the United States Army, and I was

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1105287840764396492005-01-09T08:25:00.000-08:002005-01-09T08:24:00.766-08:00

On my 21st birthday, I celebrated by going to the West End production of The Phantom of the Opera. I had a love/hate relationship with this musical. The music is catchy but melodramatic set and staging seemed very dated (as in the '80s, and no, I mean the 1980s). I had a college acquaintance who was always pissed that Christine didn't go with the Phantom, whom she felt was superior to Raoul.

Karennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1103341407592655562004-12-17T19:33:00.000-08:002004-12-17T19:43:27.593-08:00

I was very amused this afternoon when I remembered one of my more amusing dreams, soon to be another classic. I was outside somewhere, maybe a park. Robin Williams, the entertainer, was there but not for a show or anything. All of sudden he was singing. Nothing showy or funny like one would expect from him. More folk/spiritual. Acapella. Strong voice. Very simple and melodic. I can't

Karennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1097550045874635052004-10-11T19:52:00.000-07:002004-10-11T20:00:45.873-07:00

Who says that men have to have all the high-tech toys I dreamt that I was on a deep woods bike ride, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. The forest I was in was heavily wooded with no discernable trails in sight. I wore standard biking gear-shorts, a lightweight moto jacket, pads and helmet. The best part was my mountain bike. It had a water bottle-shaped cooling mechanism that kept my drink

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1095911284008906462004-09-22T20:20:00.000-07:002004-09-22T20:50:22.926-07:00

It's not often that I dream about employment, especially about a job I held years ago. When I was on my first stint as a student at K-State, I worked for dining services in the dishroom. It wasn't the most glamourous job, and it was sometimes chaotic, but it was an easy job and the people were fun. I dreamed that it was the beginning of a new year. Somehow, Housing & Dining was able to float a "

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1095526121045734292004-09-18T09:41:00.000-07:002004-09-18T09:48:41.046-07:00

Last night I had a dream that things were tense and busy at work. I had a bit of an uneasy feeling. Then I was fired by my fellow office assistant. The reason? Bad breath. And all I could think is that all I had done was forget to brush my teeth that morning before work. Then I left in my beater SUV but all the digital gauge went all wacky. (Could it have anything to do with said vehicle

Karennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1094915326719670392004-09-11T07:58:00.000-07:002004-09-11T08:08:46.720-07:00

Last night, I dreamed that a group of friends and I were trying to collect on a debt that was owed to us. About $500 to be exact. The lady that owed us the $500 never paid up and kept moving. Wherever she went, we went to. I couldn't exactly figure out why we were following her for $500. It's not a terribly small amount of money for the average person, but it cost us more to quit our jobs, pack,

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1094228016246500422004-09-03T09:11:00.001-07:002004-09-06T14:41:55.256-07:00

For as long as I can remember, when Halloween rolls around, my dreams start taking a dark turn. Perhaps it's because Halloween is my favorite time of the year? Last night, my dream was one of paranoia and fright. It even had psuedo-soundtrack, Coin-Operated Boy by the Dresden Dolls. The combination of music and dream was pretty creepy. I remember that I was with an old marching band friend

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1094094243716092692004-09-01T19:45:00.000-07:002004-09-01T20:10:11.653-07:00

It has finally happened to me. Like Karen and her nazi pet dream, a pet of mine has infiltrated a dream. A little background info before the dream: I love aquarium fish. I have three tanks, and in each tank I have at least one or two favorite fish. In my ten gallon tank, I have a big Bar Sand Loach named Harvey. For the longest time, this guy was pretty much the same size. Lately, Harvey's

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1093806667685055962004-08-29T11:27:00.000-07:002004-08-29T21:05:09.930-07:00

As much as I like M. Night Shyamalan's movies, I don't really like dreams that remind me of his movies. The setting is tropical island, lots of jungle, very creepy place. It was some sort of colony, mission, or settlement. The three major figures were two older middle-aged men and an 8-year-old girl, and it was from this girl's perspective that I experienced the dream. Apparently there was

Karennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1093614486011806192004-08-27T06:28:00.000-07:002004-08-27T06:48:06.013-07:00

I dreamed that I was attending an arts school. More specifically, I dreamed that I was taking a class at this arts school called The Impact of Modern Art on Contemporary Society. It was being taught by my desktop publishing instructor, and some members from my real-life art classes were in the class with me. The only challenge I repeatedly encountered in this class were the assignments. My

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1093150301841596212004-08-21T21:26:00.000-07:002004-08-22T20:51:51.506-07:00

In this dream, I was a third party witness to the events around me, rather than a participant. I remember that I was floating through a dark, dank, heavily wooded forest towards a clearing. In the middle of this clearing was a big, bright red barn. Overgrown grass enveloped any tree stumps that had been cleared for this out-of-place structure. I intuit that this barn was converted to a home.

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1093027687074762572004-08-20T11:47:00.000-07:002004-08-24T14:39:35.586-07:00

I have this dream about twice a month and always have since I was about eleven years old. To start I can see whats happening as if I am a camera man in the sky peering through the lens of a camera making a movie. I am looking down on a full street block, looks to be in an average neighborhood. There are trees and about five houses spread around the block. I can see everything in great detail and

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1093009253428638122004-08-20T06:35:00.000-07:002004-08-20T06:40:53.426-07:00

Okay, I finally remember a dream. Sorry in advance that it's rather boring. I dreamt my fellow office worker and I were instead working in a library, a really, really busy library. I would be trying to help one person and another would try to cut in line and get me to help them, accusing me of being neglectful. Can you tell it's been a busy week at work? In an amusing and somewhat

Karennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1092948547599045072004-08-19T13:46:00.000-07:002004-08-19T13:49:07.600-07:00

Courtesy of Newsweek: What Dreams Are Made Of-Technology Meets the Mind at Night Anxiety: Sweet, Elusive Sleep-how insomnia interrupts dreams.

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1092695873692330742004-08-16T15:33:00.000-07:002004-08-16T15:38:09.213-07:00

#1--I had a dream about taking the kids to McDonalds. When we got there the menu had totally changed and no one could decide what they wanted. Finally we ordered and the food took forever to come. When it did come, it wasn't anything that we ordered. So we had to wait again for the right food. The right food came, but it was all a funny color. But I was frustrated so I grabbed it anyway. My

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1092664336113694602004-08-16T06:49:00.000-07:002004-08-16T15:33:26.713-07:00

I seem to have a penchant for 'disaster' dreams lately. Given that, I won't disappoint you with one more disaster dream. This time, the element was water. I dreamed that some friends and I were planning a Fourth of July soiree at a non-descript cabin out by some lake. My friends and out were working out some last minute details at my place. It was a little bit rainy outside-we could hear the

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1092418463590020022004-08-13T10:24:00.000-07:002004-08-13T10:34:23.590-07:00

This was a short and sketchy downer of a dream. I dreamed that James and I lived in an apartment complex somewhere in southeast Colorado. The construction of our abode was steel and cinder blocks, complete with crappy plumbing and poorly lit parking lots, sidewalks, and balconies. Our clunky Westinghouse refrigerator was nearly bare, with only a few old leftovers, bread and our weekly ration of

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1091803663706737552004-08-06T07:45:00.000-07:002004-08-11T16:16:04.250-07:00

First, I must apologize. I'm having yet another dry spell. It seems to happen primarily when work gets busy and I have less time for my creative projects. Given that, I expect to be dreaming vividly again in another week or so. I expect the dreams to get weirder, as my creativity will be focused around Halloween this time of year. I expect my next dry spell to take root around Thanksgiving.

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1091292889461990772004-07-31T09:50:00.000-07:002004-08-02T16:41:39.046-07:00

This dream took my love of road trips to a disasterous level. Almost every year, a friend and I make a pilgrimmage to a K-State football away game. Each trip has a few hilarious mishaps, but in this one had just gone down the drain. I dreamt that Danny and I embarked on a nine-hour drive to Colorado to watch our K-State Wildcats play the University of Colorado at Boulder. As the rolling hills

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1090506699826927752004-07-22T07:19:00.000-07:002004-07-22T07:31:39.826-07:00

Remember my old acquaintance? Confession: it's more like an old flame. And the setting? A house I lived in growing up. He showed up again last night. Of course, this dream was a little spotty, and so are the details. I apologize in advance. The only interaction we really had happened to have was with he and his family. They were having Sunday brunch with me and my family in a tiny breakfast nook

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1090208525193223232004-07-18T20:38:00.000-07:002004-07-18T20:42:05.193-07:00

Last night's dream was brief but interested.  I was driving and the car's (not my own) brakes went out.  I'm driving around trying to dodge pedestrians while pulling the parking brake.  I start to slow down some.   And that's it.  It was rather anti-climactic.  However, when I told my boyfriend about it on the way to IHOP this morning, his response was, "Your dreams are messed up."  He's just

Karennoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1089644075109765602004-07-12T07:46:00.000-07:002004-07-12T23:00:07.240-07:00

Sometimes it happens. I have this dry spell where I don't have any dreams that I remember. It seems that for now, this dry spell has come to an end. Woohoo! Regarding the first part of my dream, I remember that my office at work was relocated inside of a dark, dreary bar crowded with rag-tag patrons. I had been feverishly working on an absolutely riduculous presentation for the management team

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1089565409475693302004-07-11T09:08:00.000-07:002004-07-11T10:03:29.476-07:00

I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy lately, and by the time I actually have time to write the entry I've forgotten it. Not today. Today's entry will go down as a classic Karen dream. The dream opens at my parents' house. I am apparently living with them again. The only sign that my b/f ever existed is that I have our cat. And apparently I am a scientist with a lot of

Karennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1088183254684634972004-06-25T10:03:00.000-07:002004-06-25T12:01:38.666-07:00

Wow! I finally had another dream that had ambience. I'm standing alone in a wheat field with a panoramic view that overtakes gently rolling hills about as far as the eye can see. The amber and white blonde-colored wheat dances in the chilly wind, playfully brushing my jeans. This pale yellow landscape splashes up against an indigo sky full of threatening clouds. A few combines in the distance

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1088085705443024532004-06-24T06:42:00.000-07:002004-06-24T07:04:29.410-07:00

For a long time, I was an active member of the KSU marching band. I enjoyed music and this was the perfect opportunity to be around others who were into music, it was an outlet for stress, and I always looked forward to it. Despite marching band's redeeming qualities, there were also a lot of expectations for its' members. Music memorized, uniform care, and most importantly, punctuality. Hence,

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1087676222743277182004-06-19T13:13:00.000-07:002004-06-19T13:19:10.526-07:00

I had a series of weird dreams last night that were not related. Thus I am on bright and early this morning to get them down before they fade away. Dream 1: Family was staying at a hotel visiting some relatives. The kids and I wanted to swim in the pool, but we couldn't. There was a bad storm and leaves and shells got blown into the pool and when I asked the desk clerk if it was going to

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1087524386232236552004-06-17T18:57:00.000-07:002004-06-17T19:06:26.233-07:00

(No. Not THAT kind of swinging). It was a nice dream, though. I had the distinct honor of taking private golf lessons from Tiger Woods, albeit the location was a little odd. Every day, I packed up my set of clubs, hopped on a helicopter and was flown halfway up a non-descript mountain in the Swiss Alps. After the helicopter dropped me off, I had to hike around a bend and into a cave about 1500

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1087175944051911602004-06-13T17:57:00.000-07:002004-06-13T18:19:04.050-07:00

Looking through my old posts, I've noticed that I seem to have a couple of recurring themes in my dreams. One of those themes happens to be rollercoasters, another is going back to college and a third theme happens to revolve around families. Once again, the familial and collegiate elements resurface. Stay tuned. Once again, I'm doing the grunt work to get back into KSU. This time, the KSU

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1086841276771847752004-06-09T21:12:00.000-07:002004-06-09T21:21:16.773-07:00

If you've been paying attention the news lately, you're probably well aware of the passing of President Ronald W. Reagan. Whether you agreed with him or disagreed with him, you'd have to concede that he was an admirable man who was loved by many. He was a genuine and honest man of great character. Ronald Reagan was voted into office as a young child. I didn't understand too much about politics

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1086544577404925872004-06-06T10:33:00.000-07:002004-06-06T10:56:17.403-07:00

I dreamt I was Clark Kent, in his most recent incarnation on Smallville. Annette O'Toole and John Schneider were even in it as Martha and Jonathan Kent. There was a mystery on the farm. I can't remember all the details, but a lot of it had to do with an older, smaller rundown farmhouse next to the Kent homestead. There were mysterious bad, torturous things happening to locals and there was

Karennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1086396057266687782004-06-04T17:32:00.000-07:002004-06-04T17:40:57.266-07:00

I must really need to unwind, as evidenced by last night's dream. All I think I did in that dream was drive around in a '66 Mustange convertible in the country. Dusk was trailing the end of a lazy summer day as the warm, golden beams of sunlight softly washed the landscape in gentle copper, gamboge and coral hues. The dust trailed behind my 'Stang as I blissfully watched carefree, young children

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1086187148572727272004-06-02T07:08:00.000-07:002004-06-02T07:41:13.660-07:00

I wouldn't call this dream scary, but it certainly walked the line between scary and creepy for me. There were a lot of dismal elements to it. The first part of my dream went something like this. I have been spending a great deal of time on the KSU campus since I was vying for some kind of research associate job and trying to re-establish myself as a student. The campus itself wasn't the lush,

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1086111817239771912004-06-01T10:40:00.000-07:002004-06-01T10:43:37.240-07:00

I guess it's my turn to have the short and sweet dreams. The only one I remember from last night is that I lived in a four-room log cabin in a gravel parking lot next to an old highway in Wyoming. My belongings were that of what you might find in a mountain cabin. I spent my days blogging, taking road trips and helping a friend create a web site.

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1086099294046541982004-06-01T06:16:00.000-07:002004-06-01T07:14:54.046-07:00

Dream #1 I'm going to my apartment, which is now a second floor apartment, and the annoying family that really lives next to me now lives in the apartment below mine. I'm walking up the creepy interior spiral staircase to my apartment. The building in general is pretty decrepit. I hear the mother in the family complaining loudly (rather like she does in real life) to someone that she

Karennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085755249435991522004-05-28T07:38:00.000-07:002004-05-28T07:40:49.436-07:00

Just a quick little bit here... I dreamed that I was at some really awesome rock clothing boutique, similar to Hot Topic/Torrid/Gadzooks, and I just loved all the clothes so much, but couldn't decide what to buy and how much I really should spend. Grrr. Decisions, decisions.

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085717755173638172004-05-27T21:12:00.000-07:002004-05-27T21:19:58.400-07:00

Last night I had a really weird, semi-scary dream. I only remember bits and pieces of it, but here it goes. I'm at work, but I'm barefooted and no one is saying anything about it. My boss looks down at my feet several times and frowns at me, but he doesn't say anything about it. I'm walking around the plant where company policy states that we have to wear steel toe boots, but I just have my

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085665769644114492004-05-27T06:34:00.000-07:002004-05-27T06:49:29.643-07:00

Whenever I awaken from a dream, I try to write down the key elements, things, feelings, sensations, etc. before the dream slips away from my concious memory. This morning I did have the misfortune of not grabbing my notepad and pen before my boyfriend rolled over and cuddled up. When I did finally get away, most of my dream had slipped away and I can only tell you a few minor details. Part

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085578396889785992004-05-26T06:30:00.000-07:002004-05-26T06:33:16.890-07:00

For the first time in a long time, I've had a dream. A short and sweet one at that. I was sitting at a desk in some non-descript lecture hall. I was the only student attending class that day and I was taking notes on how to raise my retail prices from $9.90 to $9.99 without anyone noticing.

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085327692690926452004-05-23T08:24:00.000-07:002004-05-23T08:54:52.690-07:00

Last night's dining resulted in 3 memorable dreams this morning. Dream #1, College Part 1 I was back in college, my senior year. I was at the football stadium (albeit, it was a small version) for the last game of the season. The game was over and the seniors were gathering at the bottom to thank the players and I was down there too, shaking hands with players and thanking them. Then I

Karennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085147787456255982004-05-21T06:30:00.000-07:002004-05-21T07:00:07.396-07:00

The leftovers will have to be had for lunch. The dream started off so well, even if it was a bit odd. It was set in some posh 4-star hotel. There was a love interest, and oh so much sexual tension. A bit of a mysterious element. I actually remember thinking that I needed to remember details because the dream would be a great blog entry. This made me take on a much more "active"

Karennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1085146697200953312004-05-21T06:08:00.000-07:002004-05-21T06:38:17.200-07:00

I have no idea why my dreams are so convoluted, but here goes nothing.... James had gone out with some of his cronies to a saloon....yes, a saloon. I somehow went about on my own business and did not join him. I came back home later and he had brought home a girl he had picked up at the saloon. A cute, petite little girl with big blue eyes, light blonde hair, short, turned-up nose...her name

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1084887652825376552004-05-18T06:32:00.000-07:002004-05-18T06:40:52.826-07:00

After all the nights of really bizarre dreams, when I have time to post, my dream isn't all that lively. I dreamt that the company that turned me down for a job after 2 interviews offered me a job. I found out by postcard that folded open (which is coincidently how I found out I wouldn't be working for them) that they had a position 42 miles away, but it didn't say where, what position, or

Karennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1084848581068382432004-05-17T19:35:00.000-07:002004-05-17T20:10:53.286-07:00

This morning was a bit different. I woke up while dreaming, then picked up where I left off when I went back to sleep. Though the interruption caused a minor shift in details, it was a continuous dream. At first, I remember that I was uprooted from the sanctity that is Kansas and moved out to California so that my boyfriend could take a job as a construction worker. We were living in a rundown,

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1084658253213639552004-05-15T14:47:00.000-07:002004-05-15T15:14:32.756-07:00

Somehow I ended up joining a gardening/beautificaion club in my homestead of Manhattan, Kansas. I loved being in this club, but it seemed that I could never follow a set of directions that they would give me for our planting schedule. As a member of this club, I had acquired a few unusual bulbs that did not grow in soil, but in very shallow fine white sand and water. I had to keep them in a bowl

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1084595359629192452004-05-14T21:24:00.000-07:002004-05-14T21:30:58.986-07:00

Once, I had a classmate ask me what my dreams were like. As hard as I tried, I didn't think words could really describe what my imagination looks like after dark. I invested 90 minutes of my precious time to slap together what my dreams look like and here you go.....

JenLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501678389684317604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1084455887835965572004-05-13T06:24:00.000-07:002004-05-13T06:44:47.836-07:00

Last night was relatively dream-free with the exception of one little dream. I was in my Blazer, parked somewhere with the engine idly. I looked down at my LCD gas gauge and noticed that it had dropped a click. I felt such sorrow to know how much of the costly liquid was no longer in the tank.

Karennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974806.post-1084420975828598412004-05-12T20:54:00.000-07:002004-05-12T22:14:26.246-07:00

Last night, I had one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had in a while. I dreamed that I was working as a maid for the family of an old acquaintance. The somehow mysteriously relocated from Kansas to rural Connecticut and I worked for them on their gregarious Connecticut farm home. I do remember that the farmland was always lush green with a beautiful, bright red barn. The home and barn were

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