Core memory unlocked

 I woke up singing a song I haven’t heard since I was a child. 

I am not talking about a pop song or popular radio song. I mean something my grandmother used to sing to me (all of us I am sure).  It’s a very specific FRENCH children’s rhyme. 

It’s called Allouette, genitlle allouette.  I know every word because she sang it to us all the time.  Mind you I do not speak French… well very little. 

Then that afternoon I saw a tick tok of a lady singing it. 

Literally a FLOOD of memories came pouring in.  I’ve not thought about that song in YEARS.  Honestly probably decades.  It was like a sleeper agent waking up singing perfect French word for word.  

So where did it come from?!?! I know it sounds silly but I think my grandmother came to visit me in a dream or something.  I don’t remember my dream but why else would my brain randomly grabbed THAT specific song.  A song I literally forgot about until I woke up.  

Ok that’s all.  It’s been stuck in my head over 24 hours at this point.  I dunno what’s going on but I’m listening. 

That was a tail right?

I love where I live... I love where I live...I love where I live. 

It was really late and I let the pups out one last time.  I was standing by the door (inside) waiting for them to come back.  I saw something out the corner of my eye.  It was about hip level, brownish, and "bouncing" along down the patio. Speedy must be by the gate.  

Mind you it was SUPER dark even with the lights on so lots of shadows.  Then I spotted lil bit below me so I let her in. As I closed the door to wait for speedy I realized he was out in the yard.  If...if he was out in the yard what did I see to my left....?!?!?!

I screamed so f**king loud!

There was a bug who shall not be named the SIZE OF MY PALM plastered at eye level on the other side of the door....it's a glass door....it started crawling.

Hubs was sleeping on out couch... didn't f**king move... WTH?!?!?

Speedy was looking at me like let me in... OH HELL NO!  

I am pushing the door shut just in case it tries to squeeze in.  It's now up above, it's on the bathroom window, it flew away and came back slamming into the door again. 

It's clearly struggle bussing, so I know it's dying but it's still too alive for me to deal with. 

Speedy sees the night terror...

It finally flew away towards the porch light, I chanced it and opened the door to rush speedy in.  "Get in, get in...OMG FASTER GET IN!". As I slammed the door that f**ker came flying back at me AGAIN! 

More Screaming!

Hubs:

RUDE!  It took me forever to fall asleep... too much adrenaline!

Vacation with the kids

The first thing I remember is we were in the mountains in a cabin.  I know my friends were there and my inlaws, like all of them.  And of course hubs.  It was a literal STONE cabin in the woods on a mountain. There were no TVs and I am fairly certain it was  winter like I am 99% sure there was snow.  I was sitting on the floor by a HUGE fire place reading a book.  

Like remember the movie "The Haunting"?  The giant fireplace....Picture that!  I started to get a backache so I got up to sit on the ENORMOUS fluffy couch.  But it was so deep it was almost uncomfortable to sit normally on.  At some point I turned sideways and was leaning back to back against someone else reading on the couch.  I really don't know how to describe it but but we were comfortably supporting each other.  

I went to lean my head back over their shoulder to say something and I noticed they had no hair....it was work bestie.  Wait why are you here??!  Honestly why are we all together!?!?!

Someone yelled food was ready and he helped me up to go to the kitchen.  My MIL had cooked and me and my hubs set the table.  It was this massively long almost medieval looking table.  That's when I realized I think we are in an old castle...that's how we can all fit but still....why is bestie here????  

I assume we ate, I don't recall. Then I was in another room playing pool and I was told someone was asking for me in the kitchen.  Like I vaguely remember them saying a name but didn't know who it was. When I walked into the room bestie's wife was sitting at a small round table with only two chairs.  I sat down with her and we had a really nice convo...about...something. Mind you I've not met her in person, just pics and posts online.  But if felt like a good convo. 

There were lots of kids running around playing all kinds of games.  His kids were definitely there playing with my nieces and nephews.  I was playing with them. Maybe hide and seek... I dunno. I kind of remember his son maybe coming to get me saying they found something in the attic.  

We were in a attic, I think.  But it was open in places, like some of the roof was missing but it also looked like maybe a lab/greenhouse.  There was a jar with something in it.  We were trying to get the something out but we couldn't and didn't want to break the container.  

I dropped it and it cracked but didn't break but I knew I had to get it away from everyone.  Oh did I mention EVERYONE was in the attic/lab/greenhouse with us. 

So I ran out of the cabin which from the outside looked more like a normal log cabin.  I was running barefoot in the snow down the driveway to get to the green trash cans.  You know like the ones we all have in our neighborhoods.  

I knew I had to get it away from everyone but the can was so far away.  I was running barefoot in the snow...my feet were hurting so bad.  They were so cold they were burning.  I heard someone yelling for me...I dont know if it was hubs, bestie or one of my brother in laws but they were yelling for me to stop.  They said I should have let them do it.  Then I stepped on something REALLY sharp.... It felt like it went through my foot. 

I woke up with the WORST Charlie Horse in my leg!!!!!!!!!!

Are dreams getting more intense?

Okay I know I've always had vivid dreams but I feel like over the last 2 months my dreams are VIVID!  I've dreamt about so many things and while I can't remember all of them I know when I wake up how intense they were. 

I know some have work bestie.  Some have girl besties.  Most have hubs.  But all are WEIRD AS F**K!

Recently I was out of town visiting family and had the most VIVID dreams for 4 nights.  I can't for the life of me remember them but I remember waking up like "WTAF!"

The thing that pisses me off is I usually remember enough of dreams to recall them but this time nada.  And I feel like they meant...something.  Like they were trying to tell me something. 

I am aware many people believe dreams are out brain's way of working out things but like sometimes I wonder.  Sometimes dreams feel different; almost too real. 

I know when I was on vacay I had one of these.  It was our 2nd to last night.  I honestly don't remember ANYTHING from the dream but I remember feelings.  I remember waking up...and the dream continuing.  I remember lucid dreaming... and accidentally saying out loud, this is a dream and being thrown from the dream....I remember it was important.  

Like I needed to remember it but I couldn't.  Like I did right after the last wake-up but now I can't recall it.  

I just know it was intense.

Ghostwriting at its finest

So I volunteer for a rescue.  I can't handle fostering and I'd be $hit at cleaning feeding...because I'd want to take them all home.  So I do the behind the scenes stuff....like laundry. 

It's a rescue....FULL of animals.  Unfortunately no matter what they do, it's going to attract nefarious creatures.  

I am generally cautious when I pick up the laundry...checking for said nefarious creatures. I saw nothing.  I don't bring the laundry into my house.  I leave it just outside and bring it in, in batches to clean.  It takes a couple days but it's worth it. 

Well day 2 recently I moved a pillowcase and saw...something.  My guardian angel was watching out for me because if I would have touched it...I may have died on the spot.  I saw....antenna.  They were twitching. 

I.FREAKED.OUT...in my head.  

So what does any normal person do?  They kick the bag over, screaming this is SPARTA, and slam the garage door...OBVIOUSLY!

So I put on tennis shoes and go out the front door to kill my new "guest".  So there I am pulling items out of the bag...flinging them into my driveway....nothing.  

"WHERE IS IT??!?!!?"

**Several hours later**

I went out to bring something to the trash can.  I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  A bug who shall not be named runs out of the grass.  Its the size of a small bird.  I STG it made eye contact with me and took flight. 

Queue me screaming like a banshee and running for the door.  I lost a shoe along the way. 

Hubs got home later and looks for it...he can't find it.  As he is leaving to go back to work he calls my cell "it's out here...under my car.  I swear it made eye contact with me and came running AT ME!"

I go out with roach spray and spray a barrier around the cars. 

At some point I went out to ride my bike.  But before I do that I grab the last load to put in the wash.  That's when IT peeks out from under the bag. 

**SCREAMING**

It's like the size of my hand....what in creature of nightmares is happening.  

So all my neighbors heard was "Oh my god!  Go away!"  

"Seriously! I don't want to deal with you!"

"F**k now I have to kill you"

"$hit with what?!?!?"

It ran at me.....

"AHHHHHHHHHH"

I lost sight of it and never saw it again. 

So this is me typing from beyond the veil because my soul sure did leave my body.

2+1=4

So I pay fairly close attention to what I buy...frugal or whatever.  We got new phones.  As I am sure everyone knows phones no longer come with a brick.  

You get the cord but no brick.  So when we got home I ordered a 2 pack of bricks to fit the new USB-C cords.  

So we have the 2 cords that came with the phone and 2 new USB-C bricks I bought from Amazon (NOT branded Apple).  A few weeks later I got a new iPad.  

The iPad comes with a cord AND an Apple branded brick.  

Some time has passed and I am sitting at the kitchen table.  Hubs says "Oh this must be your iPad brick.  Its heavier and is branded apple".

I was confused.  I swore my iPad was plugged in...in the other room with its charger.  Maybe I grabbed the wrong one. 

The next day I am standing at the counter and pick up one of the two bricks to put it away and it's heavy and has apple on it so I put it down and pick up the other.  It's also heavy and apple branded. WTF. 

I put them next to each other and sure enough they are both heavy duty and Apple.  I KNOW I did not buy any additional apple bricks. Mainly because I am cheap and I can get like 4 off brand for the same price of one Apple. 

Thinking I lost my mind I went look at my order and sure enough I didn't order anything Apple branded.  

We found the two bricks I bought (Ocupwei).  So now we have 4. Two Apple, Two Non-Apple but I only bought the two non-apple and one Apple came with my iPad.  

HOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!  Are they like Gremlins, if you get it wet they multiply????? Where did the other Apple Brick come from!!??!?!?!?

Top two Amazon....bottom two Apple..... and yes they are all USB-C which we didn't have before

"Attack" on the porch at night

It’s been a rainy few days here.  Like literally monsooning constantly.  So instead of two pools days for the holiday weekend.  We had zero.  ZERO pool days.  That should be illegal.  

Well one of the two days we still went hang out with our peeps.  We had bbq….inside, had some adult beverages and tried to make the best of a crappy day. 

We headed home disappointed but still happy for the bonding time.  As we walked up to the door holding our unused bathing suits I realized leaving the porch light on was not the best idea. 

I knew we would be home after dark so I left it on but I didn't think about little flying annoyances (termites) which were swarming on our porch (GREAT).  

Hubs was like ok, I'ma open the door and we run in. 

So he starts swinging his arm above his head to clear them a bit before opening the door.  I was about a foot or two behind him hands full. 

When suddenly large-ish shadow came flying at me a slapped into my shoulder.  It was dark enough that I had ZERO idea what it was. 

My first thought was "F*******K a bug who shall not be named!" As I started to raise my hand to swat it off of me...it ran up my neck into my hair.

Cue me LITERALLY dropping everything and freaking the f**k out! Screaming "get it off, get it off, get it ooooofff!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in increasingly more high pitched notes.

My panic subsided enough to realize the legs weren't bug like...but soft and sticky.  So I paused my freakout. 

That's when a small reptile face peaked over my forehead and jumped to the garage door. It was a GECKO!!!! He was easily the length of my hand. Which I know I have small hands but that's still a BIG gecko!

As I stood there disheveled and frazzled hubs says"It's really not that big of a deal". 

I wasn't aware I could levitate

It's been a rough couple of weeks personally and professionally.  So I really have begun to cherish my rest.  I started taking these all natural sleep gummies (not those kinds of gummies) on nights when I am particularly stressed. 

Last week was exceptionally harrowing.  So come Wednesday I was pretty done and had some gummies. I was all snuggled up on my side and PASSED THE EFF OUT.  

Now I sleep in short sleeves or tank tops usually so lots of exposed skin.  I also sleep on my side with my bottom arm under the pillow and my top arm wedged under my neck and the blankets over my head. This is important...

I was frolicking my way through dreamland when my sleeping body had an itch.  As per normal human behavior I scratched it.  

This is where my soul left my body!!!!

The itch was in my armpit....when I unconsciously itched something moved.

This is when my brain woke up enough to be like

I instinctively grabbed whatever was crawling in my armpit and it squished.

I LEVITATED out of the bed and somehow floated into the bathroom without touching the floor (that's my story and I am sticking to it).

I turned on the light in a panic and there was a small dead...something between my fingers.  The ONLY thing my brain could think was "OMG OMG OMG its a tiny bug who shall not be named!!!!!!!"

Internal Screaming...that quickly became external whimpering.  Lights were turned on, hubs was confused, bed was torn apart looking for anything else hiding in my safe space!

I saw nothing else. 

I tried to go back to sleep....I really did but it just wasn't happening.  All night I kept thinking something was crawling on me.  

For hours the next day I was like "WHY WAS THAT IN MY BED".  Then around noon I saw a FB post about how bad the stupid swarming termites were the night before.

"Oh my God it was a f**king termite!"  It was small, brownish red and squishy!  It didn't register as a termite because it had already shed its wings.

"OH MY GOD I HAD A TERMITE IN MY ARMPIT!"  Wtf wtf wtf!

General consensus is it came in with the pups and then tried to snuggle me.

Birthday Buggin

Birthdays come and go.  Every year seeming to come faster and faster. 

I know its hard but I really try to just live.  Enjoy life.  Do what makes me happy.  

This year was no different.  The problem is my birthday is in Prime Spring.  Bugs and pollen in abundance.

On my special day we decided to have night caps....outside....in New Orleans.

1st off its already humid as hell

2nd...OAK TREES

3rd Swarming season

So while I am not hot flashing really...it's getting there so this chick that's always cold randomly gets...warm.  Especially if its hella humid outside. 

So as sweat was dripping down my crack something landed in my espresso martini. But before I sould investigate, WTF just just pegged me in the face?!? OMG its a june bug!!!!

Those effing things seemed to be drawn to my bright @$$ dress!!!  I swatted a few *ping* *ping* but they kept coming back!  One landed on my head and I thought my soul was going to leave my body.  

Then I remembered something floating in my drink.  Are those ....wings??!!  OMG its a termite!  That's when I noticed the sporadic fluttering above us near the lights.

Mid me fishing the termite out of my drink I see hubs out the corner of my eye swatting at something.  Before I could register what was happening something pegged me in the chest and went down my shirt.  Queue me panicking and realizing a spastic bug just landed between my tatas.  Before I could really react it flew out an pegged hubs in the forehead. 

At this point, after finishing my martini (yes I still drank it after fishing out the termite), we decided to bolt before something BIGGER than a june bug/termite came out of the trees. 

Pterodactyl Screech

Look I am not generally scared of things but sometimes nature has other plans and it makes my neighbors question my sanity.  

It's been a couple years since I've really gardened and I decided this year, it's happening!

I'm used to creatures.  I'm used to bugs.  I'm used to pollen. 

At a distance!

When I am pulling weeds for a while I tend to sit down instead of kneeling.  I also usually wear pants and long sleeves. This is important. 

As I was tirelessly clearing the garden I saw movement out the corner of my eye.  I looked down and froze in horror.  I had MULTIPLE garden beetles crawling on my arms and legs.  I tried swiping and shaking my arm but they wouldn't budge.  They were crawling higher. 

Queue panic!!! I started frantically trying to get them off, saying "No no no, get off get off get off!!!".  One made it to by bicep and I freaked out jumping up and shaking all my limbs saying "get off get off get off!!!!"

I finally started flicking at them, manically laughing, as they came free.  After I was certain all were off of me I heard "Hey dere girl, you good?"  

My neighbor and his nephew...SAW THE WHOLE THING.

One of these days one of my neighbors is going to film my antics. 

A life not lived

I know I have intense dreams but this one was different.  This one felt a little too real.  

I was in college and I met this guy.  It was a whirlwind romance and we ended up getting married after graduation.  He was my current husband but in reality we met much later in life. 

We went though all the things.  Laughter, love, hardships, etc.  After multiple miscarriages we finally had a baby. We lived in a two story house near my parents.  It was very bright, lots of windows and light colors.  We were happy. 

I remember all the 1sts of our baby boy.  His name was Adam.  His crawling, walking, talking, 1st day of school.  I remember ALL OF IT.  We went through the milestones but also the little things.  I remember scrapped knees and sleepless nights.  I remember pets from babies to death and explaining to him death.  I remember vacations to the beach, the mountains, EUROPE (I’ve never been to Europe…but I have a distinct visual of a museum). 

I remember my parents.  Most of all my mom….she wasn’t like she is in reality.  She didn’t listen to my grandparents and was actually happy with her life. We all grew older. He went away to college.  I experienced empty nesting.  We went on lots of vacations. He would visit during semester breaks.  

We grew older together.  He lived out of town.  One day he came home unexpectedly.  He was making microwave Mac and cheese just like he did when he was a teenager.  He told us me met a girl and he was going to ask her to marry him. 

I remember being so happy.  I remember crying.  I remember the wedding.  And then I woke up.  I woke up and wondered what Adam was doing. Then I got really confused and realized it was 6AM and I needed to get up for work soon. 

I spent the whole day in a daze wondering about this “dream”.

I lived a whole @$$ life in one night.  I didn’t type all the details but I can picture every piece of the kitchen.  I remember going into labor and being rushed to the hospital. The blue dress I wore to his wedding.  My graying hair that actually looked kinda of nice.  

The mind is a crazy thing.  How can it create such a vivid fake reality.  How can I feel like we had a kid who grew up and did wonderful things when we were never able to conceive?!?!  I don’t know what it feels like to birth a baby but I have a very vivid dream memory of the pain, fear, joy, exhaustion. 

I don’t know what to make of this but it’s weird as heck and I needed to write it down.  

Smells like safety

I know scent memory can be strong.  I know it can be random.  But when it triggers, it trigger hard. 

I have this lotion I received from a small company that is no longer in business.  It’s a soft but masculine scent.  But not like OMG it’s a boy scent (I do love those) but like…not floral or fruity is what I am saying. 

Anyways, it smells sooooo incredibly good to me.  But it triggers a memory.  Mind you not a full memory but a memory of a feeling.  When I smell it, I feel safe and loved.  It’s intense but I can’t connect it to a person.  

Like I can’t place who it reminds me of just the feeling.  I don't wear it all the time but I generally like to wear it to sleep or when I am feeling exceptionally stressed.   It’s more of a fall scent but it makes me smile every time I smell it.  

I wish I knew who wore it to evoke such a strong feeling but I can’t figure it out.  All I know is whomever it was made me feel safe and loved. And I don’t necessarily mean romantic love just….love. 

Gah I wish I could put it into words. I dread the day I run out because I can’t buy it again.  Honestly I am tempted to message them and be like how did you make this?!?!  I don’t want to sell it, I just want to me able to make it for me.  

It was like a baby bird emerging from the nest

So traveling on public transit can be...interesting. In NOLA I don't use it much...honestly I hate that.  I'd rather bus/street car but its just not convenient.  

In other large cities its the norm....mainly because driving in a car is a f**king nightmare!!!!

So when we travel we try to immerse ourselves in public transit as long as it's safe.  So we went to the Big Apple with apparently everyone else on spring break from LA (seriously was half of LA in NYC?!?!) and of course rode on the subway. 

One evening whilst traveling home we had some entertainment.  We noticed some cops on the platform....hmmm odd. 

Then a train pulled up and everyone ran off of a car a little ways down.  Then we see a bare shoulder peak out.  I heard a woman say "I don't think that guy has a shirt on".  

Then the cops spotted him and everything went sideways. He runs out of the car covering his crotch and runs away from us.  We got a perfect view of his tiny tush. 

He's running around the platform and in and out of the subway car with two cops going "come on man just stop!"  Picture a benny hill skit.... I was waiting for the music to start!!!

So they corner him and I'm pretty sure completely out of instinct one cop says "Hands up!"

And that's when we saw it.   Homeboy had a hell of a bush.  And poking out was Mr. Winky.  Now he wasn't close but I saw enough.  It was like a baby carrot in a bed of burnt pasta. A stinky pinky...I'm not finishing that one.  A cocktail sausage...ya know what I'ma stop.  You ever seen The Hangover....you know the scene!!!! In his defense it was quite chilly.  

As soon as he said it the cop was like "Aw...man cover up cover up!". One of them pulled a shirt out of nowhere and threw it at him.  

Whilst homie was putting on said shirt Tiny Tim was on full display.  Unfortunately said shirt only covered his stomach so the naked subway surfer was porky piggin' it while the cops handcuffed him.

Mind you this all happened in a very short period of time.  All the while the train wasn't boarding because I assume they didn't want him to hop back on and escape.  

As we were boarding we heard someone say "that's like the 3rd one this month".

Note - no one got in that car....

I'm starting to think I need to learn something

Its dream time again (apologies in advance). This one I don't remember as much of it but I know with 100% certainty I was back in school.  Like I am the me I am now but also in college classes. 

I am not sure where it began but I remember campus was HUGE and I was walking all over it.  It was very futuristic looking.  Lots of glass buildings, different shapes and angles, VERY clean.  I was in multiple classes but I only really remember one or two.  

It was a group/lab type class.  I was in a group with 3 others (all guys).  One was my work bestie, the other was my newer TALL counterpart whom I am becoming fairly close with (these two refer to themselves as the Italian duo or something haha), and one other guy.  The other guy is like phasing in and out between my husbands operations counterpart at his work and David Tennant (I know my weird @$$ brain!). 

I remember going to this class multiple times.  I always sat across from work bestie and next to the phasing dude.  I think it was a marketing class and the phasing guy was pissing me off because he wouldn't let us get a word in.  

There was another class I was in with most of them except phasing guy was replaced with another male coworker who used to be my manager, I think I usually refer to him as frat guy lol.  We didn't have assigned seats but it was "known" where everyone sat.  One day I was a little late and someone took my place.  Work bestie kept looking back at me over his shoulder looking worried and upset.  There was a test...it was really weird. 

Once it ended I was trying to get out as soon as possible but I didn't have my shoes on (WTF) and was struggling trying to get them on and leave qucikly. 

The next class was the one with phasing dude.  My spot was open but before I could sit across from bestie he pulled me down between him and Tall Counterpart.  This is when I realized we were sitting on the floor around a rectangular table for this class.  

So I sat between them while our phasing friend stayed as David Tennant for a while talking about, I $hit you not, "Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey...stuff".  I haven't watched that particular episode in over two years...WTF. 

Anyways The professor is talking and asked me if I wanted to move to my normal spot. Bestie put his arm around me, pulled me closer, and said "no, she belongs right here between us".  Ummmmm what?!?

The rest of the class is blurry but I distinctly remember bestie making sure some part of me was touching him (not in a sexual or oogie way).  I was writing something and phasing friend tried to touch my arm across the table. Tall counterpart blocked him and Bestie tightened his arm around me and......growled. 

That's where it ended....my subconscious is clearly on drugs!  I feel like there are meanings in all these dreams but I am too exhausted to even try and analyze them. 

Tell your sleep paralysis demon he needs to pay rent....and my therapist bill!

Get married they said.  It will be fun they said. They forgot to mention the potential existential terror sleeping next to another person might cause. 

I can't always fall asleep right away when I go to bed so I'll read or play on Imgur or something.  The other night I was doing that next to my sleeping husband (mind you lights are out) when all hell broke loose. 

Hubs: *out of a dead sleep whisper yelling* NOLA GURL!!!! *hitting my thigh*

Me: What?!?!?!!  What's wrong?!!?

Hubs: Something is above your iPad.....

Me: I beg your finest pardon?!?!?!!?

Hubs: It's....on the ceiling

Me: *panicking but thinking ok he's asleep* I don't see anything

Hubs: *grabs my hand in an almost painful grip* *eyes WIDE open*

Me: *about to stroke out*

Hubs: I think it's growling at me

Me: I'm sorry its what.....????????????????

Hubs: Its like growling talking

Me: WHAT?!?!?! *about to $hit the bed*

Hubs: *in a tiny voice* It says its gonna grab me and throw me over there! *points to closet*

Me: Alexa LUMOS!!!!!

Blinding lights come on.  I am sitting up. The dogs are looking at me like I've LOST MY MIND.  Nothing is on the ceiling.  Hubs goes "Oh well it's gone".  Rolls over...AND GOES BACK TO SLEEP!!!!!!!

Cool cool cool you get some rest while I stare into the dark and hope the dark isn't staring back......

Note - He had not been drinking and doesn't take drugs...nor was he on anything like Ambien....

We gotta go back, back to schooooool

So to conclude my trio of dreams from the other night.... I was back in School.  

I was on a college type campus.  Like a hybrid between LSU and UNO.  I was taking continuing education classes but it was a full time program. 

It was daytime now.  I remembered the previous situation with my cousins vaguely.  And knew I was in these classes to study "science" related to magic(?).  I was taking a lab.  Like literally what you see in TV Shows/Movies where they are mixing all these colorful liquids.  

I know days were passing but a lot was in the lab.  I also know I was staying in the dorms on campus.  So I am the age I am now but living in dorms.  And the other people there were also around my age... Some of them I know I knew in real life college but I couldn't tell you who they were at this point.  

One day I went out to Brunch with my bestie who didn't actually go to college with me.  We are childhood friends and she went to a tiny university but in the dream she was with me taking other classes.  So we are looking for a spot to park my car and the streets look like NOLA during a parade.  Almost ZERO parking.  But we found a spot near a corner where my little blue car fit. 

Someone at brunch even mentioned a parade which I guess is tying it back in(?).  I know we had beverages and walked(?) back to campus.  Sometime passed and I was walking into my dorm building when an intercom/siren alert went off all over campus.  

There was a threat to campus.  Something about a massive bomb that would send shards out into anyone nearby.  I remember thinking "Oh no they found me!"  As I was running across a parking lot I heard my name.  There was a guy leaning out a window of his  car waving.  It was my short term college boyfriend.  The tall one with dark hair.  

He was like what are you doing???!? Dude my car is off campus, I am trying to get to it.  He was like get in the f**king car!  So I jumped in the backseat.  He was like there is shrapnel and it's going to go off in less than 5 min!!!!! 

So we are peeling out of campus and I am now freaking out. We can't get to my car.  He put his arm over the back seat and was patting my ankle trying to comfort me.  That is was going to be ok and I needed to find him.  I was like you are with me what do you mean.  He looked back at me and said just find me.  

Well if this is happening, where is Thing?

So my previous dream (saving the dog) jumped here. 

I was standing in the street and my little cousin (my cousin's Daughter) was in the box next to the trash can....she'd been hit by a car.  I guess saving the dog caused this?!?!?!

She stood up (Someone was screaming...it might have been me).  Ok so she's the dog now?!?!?  My sleep brain was so confused. 

She was in a dress with a tiara.  She stood up and was like $hit that hurt.  My younger cousin (her Aunt) was like JFC how are you alive!??!  Are you alive?!?!?

She was like yea I'm great.  But she was a weird pale color...dark circles and when she lifted her shirt and the contusions on her side were...AWFUL. Think like death becomes her but without the hole in the abdomen. 

I was freaking out.  She said "you brought me back".  WHAT??!?!?!

Some blonde haired woman with a Pixie cut in a fitted red dress was like "we need to move. There will be consequences".  PARDON.....?

It's still night.  There is still lightening.  We get to this building that looks like a cross between Jack Skellington's Lab and the Addams Family house.  It's dark inside....cluttered but sterile.  The big window from Wednesday was across the room.  Grandma Addams was the one that greeted us.  She said something about messing with dark forces.  

My little cousin was walking and talking just fine but everyone else seemed REALLY concerned.  The blonde went into the bathroom and got in a bath.  She was fully clothed, covered in bubbles, staring at the wall, and smoking a ciggy.  I touched her arm but she didn't move.  

I said "did saving her break something?"  She said she wasn't sure but we needed to keep moving because they were coming.  And they wouldn't stop until a wrong was righted.  

I walked back into the common area and people were chanting and in dark robes.  My little cousin was in the center smiling on her iPhone.  Lightning was still streaking through the sky. 

And it ended..............

I thought Mardi Gras Parades were over

So maybe giving up alcohol for Lent opened my third eye or something....

Sorry this has been a dream diary lately but these are just too weird. 

This is a short one but it bled into another dream....then..another.... but I'll make 3 posts so it's not too long. 

We were on the Avenue all day. Ladders set up, chairs galore, beads a flying. My co-workers were in town or lived here...I am not sure. The only one I remember for sure was my "mini me".  We have a similar build, blonde hair, short, love the same things...but she is like 28 hahaha. 

Anyways she had her dog with her in in the ladder seat like a kid (no judgement).  But he didn't look like her dog.  He was smaller and only blonde hair not black and blonde.  He didn't want to be in the ladder and kept getting down and going across the street.  It was freaking me out because FLOATS but he was listening and would sit and watch the bands and floats and then come back for a visit then go back.  

I had a horrible feeling about the whole thing but no one else seemed to be concerned.  At one point he looked at us as a band was going by and started to cross.  We yelled no no sit! And he did but he started to walked again right after and we yelled no because the band vehicle was coming.  So he sat and then the band truck started veering towards the crowd for no apparent reason, right towards him and.... lets just say I remember screaming a lot and knew it was bad.  

I jumped off my ladder and ran across the street.  I saw someone pick him up.  People weren't letting me through.  I was yelling I'm friends with his owner.  I don't remember seeing him but I know I looked and he was gone.  

I was crying thinking how am I going to tell her.  I kept saying this wasn't supposed to happen.  We were having fun.  I told her what happened from the ground and she started wailing crying.  I started screaming this wasn't supposed to happen make it rewind.  Make it go back.  I know you can make it go back.  Please just rewind just a little.  Give me a chance to save him. He wasn't supposed to die here.  

I was concentrating REALLY hard....and...it happened.  The dream rewound.  I was back on the ladder, it hadn't happened yet.  But the ladder was suddenly...sentient (WTF).  Picture the brooms in Fantasia but a ladder.  It was "walking" around to get me the best view of the floats.  I was freaking out because I had no control.  Then it was the moment before he was hit.  I jumped off the ladder and ran across the street.  I grabbed him before the vehicle got to him and ran back across the street. 

I handed him to my friend and said you have to keep him in the seat, so she leashed him.  Then lightning streaked across the sky.  It was purple.  The wind picked up.  I was in the middle of the street and the parade was gone but the crowd was still there.  I heard something say I broke the rules. I remember standing next to an overflowing trash can with bright headlights (?) shining on me. 

This is where it ended I think......

"Breaking the law, breaking the law"

That's from something in the naughts (Beavis and Butthead). I didn't actually break the law. But I will set the scene of my crazy dream brain.  This is super long and absolutely bonkers but I have to write it down. 

I was working with law enforcement to catch a criminal.  She was really bad...dangerous...a threat to national security.  I have no idea why I was on this team but I was helping with puzzles to track her down.  We ended up at a university that looked suspiciously like Tulane.  I finished a riddle that lead me to the Library.  I've never been in Tulane's library so I have no idea if this is accurate but I was upstairs walking through the shelves.  It was EMPTY!  Like not a f**king soul in there.

I found her.  She was bent over a table frantically writing something down from a book(?).  She looked up at me and it was Michelle Pfeiffer.  But not like her now.  She looked like Michelle from Grease 2, so baby Michelle.  She looked at me and said something pleading.  It gets super blurry at this point...I don't know what she said but whatever it was changed me.  

The next thing I know we are running out of the library together to a vehicle.  She put a baggy sweatshirt and hat on me and said just act sick, like I'm picking you up.  That's when I realized the whole campus was locked down by armed security.  Not like they were with us looking for her, like it was the "normal" day to day to have AK 47's at the gates checking the identities of students coming in and going out.  

We made it past the gates. As we were driving I recognized some things but many were old landmarks from my childhood that don't exist anymore.  Like the spinning cow you could see from I10, the moving bug bill board.  I think I remember the Castle House in the East.  

I think we ended up in Mississippi...maybe.  I am not sure honestly but the "safe house" we went to was an old school wrecker/junk yard/mechanic business.  It was very run down, two stories with all kinds of equipment around.  When we walked in there were various persons.  Mostly older...like picture the mom from goonies but nicer seemed to be in charge and some older men.  There were a few closer to our age. They called Michelle "Stephanie" which is hilarious because that's her name in Grease 2 (lol).  

The peeps there were not happy she had me.  They were like she's a plant, she's going to get us all caught.  But Stephanie vouched for me.  She said we needed to GTFO though and quickly.  She needed something from a store down the street so we walked.  As we were walking we see Slidell PD patrolling everywhere (so not quite MS).  That's when we realize, they can track my phone and watch.  So we dump them.  I went to the trees/creek/marsh to drop them in the water and she went get whatever she needed.  We met back at the house but police were showing up. 

*******I woke up here...literally got up...went pee thought...why the hell am I dreaming about Michelle Pfeiffer...and laid back down....*******

Then the effing dream CONTINUED...what is happening!??!?!?!    We went inside and there were like 15 hispanic people in there (I don't know why) and my husband (?).  The safe house peeps were like act cool, just answer their questions.  You are refugees they can't take you.  So we sat huddled in the living room while these gestapo-esque people walk in.  They have HUGE guns and a $hit attitude.  They wanted to know where our final destination was.  We pretended not to speak English (well I pretended...the reset may not have I dunno).  So they handed us magazine pages and said write your final address.  

I was like WTF, I am not prepared what do I write.  And some voice in my head said St. Augustine, FL (what?!?!)  So I made up an address and a street and put St. Augustine, FL.  But the magazine paper was slick and the pen was having issues writing.  Finally one of them just snatched it out of my hand because I was taking too long.  I shied away scared and they just walked away and said not to go far, they'd be back tomorrow after they verify our addresses ($hit $hit $hit #$hit).

Everyone scattered and Stephanie was prepping our bug out vehicle and supplies.  We had to dump the other car because they knew it because of my phone (?).  So she told me to take a walk, get some air because it was about to get crazier. 

I wandered across a field and ended up at a horse race (WTAF is going on here). Everything was free (Odd) and honestly kinda cool.  I had been gone a minute so I decided to walk back and realized I was hella lost.  I couldn't figure out where I was.  So I asked the girls MC-ing, they looked nice.  

I said the name of the Wrecker place (which eludes me now) and the girls were like "Oh no baby that place is sketchy!  You do not want to go there!!!"  Thinking on my feet I said they had my car though.  The girls were like "OMG why?  Wait is it a..." and they made motions like shifting.  I said yes its manual and they said "We understand" and hugged me really tight.  They sent me on my way.  As I was walking I realized I had a phone in my hand (how the hell??!?!).  It wasn't mine but it was logged into my google account.  I freaked out because TRACKING and threw it in another canal/ditch thing.  

I made it back to safe house and everyone was on the 3rd floor (wait there are 3 floors?!?!?) in a modified 18 wheeler missing the top watching something down the street.  I climbed in also and it swung out away from the building.  I panicked and the older woman said don't worry it's on a J-Hook crane and can hold us. 

I literally went "What??!?" and mumbled "yea this could only work in a dream". EVERYONE stopped and looked at me ($hit). Like it was a creepy eveyone looked at me in unison, confused, like "she's aware". 

*******I woke up again here... I rolled over and said...well that was hella weird...snuggled with Little Bit and went back to sleep....*******

IT KEPT GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stephanie was packing the GTFO vehicle with supplies.  She had clothes for me and hubs.  And ALOT of cash.  We told everyone bye and left.  It was night time. We drove for HOURS.  She wouldn't let us drive, we couldn't know where we were going just in case.  

We finally stopped at some shady looking motel in a swamp(?).  It had a screened in porch that went all the way around.  We were there for more than one day I think.  She encouraged us to walk around and get fresh air (seriously what is going on with the fresh air walking).  I remember walking near a swampy bank and seeing an alligator but I wasn't scared.  I was like hey friend.  Anyways, as I am walking back to the motel with hubs his phone rings.  Oh no we didn't dump his phone and watch!!! I am scared to tell him what we have to do but he was super ok with it.  

So into the swamp it goes.  We get back to the motel and we are like we have to leave we forgot about his phone and watch.  She was like ok let me finish this.  I don't know what she was doing but it looked...ceremonial.  It jumped a little and we are running back to the car.  She told me to just leave the keys but we decided to let them know we were leaving so I run into the office where three men are watching soccer on an OLD SCHOOL tiny box TV.  They were like "what??????"  I said we have to leave family emergency and threw the key.  They said we paid for more days but I was already running out the door.  

We were at another motel/B&B(?).  She was like we need to conserve as much money as we can.  So she is teaching my hubs how to confuse change....  like Here's a $50, now give me $20, oh now I owe you $100, now give me $175 back.   You know stealing basically.  And the poor clerk was like wait...ok...no...yes.  Whatever at this point I recalled she'd been teaching us all along how to be creatively frugal without actually hurting anyone.  

Here is where it gets wonky.  I know we were there for a bit, then SOOO MUCH DRIVING.  Like weeks of it.  So I feel like we were criss-crossing the country.  Making stops along the way to get....I have no idea.  At some point I was told final destination is Tallahassee, FL. 

We were being pursued by some three letter agency we were all running on very little sleep and caffeine.  I know we were close to FL if not in FL.  I remember it was night, flashing lights and panic.  She said something about you can't give up.  She was shaking me by the shoulders. Blue eyes boring into me. You can't stop.  You have to get the truth.  We need the truth.  The truth is all that matters now.  

And that's it.  I don't know what it means but I am kinda freaked out on many levels.  I went from helping the law to breaking it for the greater good.  WHAT!?!?!?!?

I mean it's clear like water

So we are in our reconnect with our High School Friends era.  Which honestly is f**king great.  I love it.  

Every year there is an event (chicks only) where everyone gets together from all years and throws down.   It's a great time. 

There's food, drinks, talking, pics, dancing...everything. 

I am a seasoned adult...as in I know how much I can/should drink.  But sometimes...you forget that just because it's clear doesn't mean you can drink multiple glasses of it!

We had a great time.  My glass was never empty...the problem was it wasn't water...it was vodka tonic. 

We talked for hours, dropped it like it was hot and took the most ridiculous pics and videos.  We even went OUT after.  What the actual hell were we thinking?!?!!?

Anyways I was fine...until I wasn't.  I was fully functional all night after multiple drinks...until the car ride home.

I wasn't like "I'm gonna vomit" bad but when I got out the car...the world went sideways. 

I'll show you in gifs. 

So I ended up with a busted knee.  Bleeding like a stuck pig. My drunk @$$ besties laughing their @$$e$ off as they try to stop the bleeding. My friends boyfriend coming out and being like "she good...ok going back to bed".  We were laughing so hard because it wouldn't stop bleeding!!!!!  Too much alcohol + scraped knee = murder scene. Hubs picked me up and asked me what happened.  I literally said "well I got out the car and then there was the ground"

Lawd help him, he loves me hahaha.