Last night, dreaming in animation

I was in a yoga class, there was a movie playing in the corner. A stop motion animated picture of some kind. I was just thinking that this guy was way to close to me, uncomfortably close, when all of a sudden the dream because the film that's playing in the corner.

This old woman was sending a cat to this other magical world that she had visited. She was sending this cat ( who she raised from the dead, pulling it out of it's little grave behind a rose bush in the backyard ) like a letter, in order to tell this man she loved that she needed rescuing from an uncomfortably engagement with a man named George.

So the cat is transported to this world of busy crooked roads, dark street lamps and misty rain. There is a girl who is desperately looking for her mother. The cat joins the little girl in her pursuit. She only has a picture of her mother in her head, who looks remarkably like the old woman. The girl goes to places her mother once visited, she doesn't even know her name. She enters a candy/pastry shop where all the decorations on the goodies change from flowers to images of her mother. The shopkeepers know this little girl is magical, but they cannot help her.

The girl and the cat, now accompanied by a stray dog named Jasper, go from place to place, trying to track down this nameless mother. The little girl constantly is yelling "CAT!" and "DOG!" to keep them in line, for the streets are crowed and the noise of the city rumbles like a storm. They enter one building after another. A video clerk lost his records, a taxi driver can't remember an address, everywhere they go, people remember the mother's face but only her face.

The only clue the little girl has is a strange drawing. Someone mentions that it reminds them of the harbor and the wandering gang, which now includes a little orphan boy as well, race off to the harbor.

The woman at the harbor dropped her records in the ocean and all the names and addresses and telephones number bleed into each other. The boy becomes incredibly angry, frustrated by all their failures. But then the wind starts to howl and the shadows that were cast by the city lamps start to move and bend and pull at the corners of the room. They become shadow demons and they terrify the boy. He knows them, they represent his cruel childhood, his cruel older brother and cruel games he made them play. They try to fight the shadows and the wind, but both are too strong and everyone is pulled out of the harbor office and away, away to a new land.

The shadow demons want them to play this game. I am there, and so are my brothers. I think this is a test, that if we refuse we will finally find this missing mother. But then we start to play, and my entire family is there, this game were we can manipulate this material with our minds and try to hit our opponent and knock them in the water. But then the game turns into a board game. A board game that my mom is cleaning up. We had just had a family party, the guests have left. The stop motion animation film is now playing on my TV, and I want to rewind, because I don't remember watching it to this point. The little girl is in the country. Where I left off she was still in the city.

Last night, alternate universe

It was my home, My family was sitting in the living room with my grandmother. But everything was just a little off. Tom called, and my mom was surprised he called. I thought, but he's married to my grandmother, why would that be strange, and why isn't he here? But then it turned out that they had never been married. Where was my dog? Why was my brother a newscaster and such a jackass? Why did my other brother care that I was wearing a hat in doors? Who where these people? They looked like my family, but everything was off, the color of the walls, the texture of the carpet. And seriously, I thought, where the hell is my dog?

Last night, not a good nights sleep again

Here are just two parts I remember...

I am a girl wearing a white tunic. It's the thirties in the south. I am running hard. Someone is chasing me. I know that he is a killer. I am running through camps, hoovervilles in the deep forest. People see me, I'm hysterical but I don't stop running. I finally get to a clearing and there are two women hanging up laundry. It's impossible to know what time of day it is, everything is dark and green and hot. One woman, with the kindest face shouts after me. I stop, her voice is filled with concern and alarm. She wants to know whats happening. But I can't speak. I turn around and my face fills with horror. She looks in the direction of where I am staring and someone slits her throat.

The second dream...I was a hairless puppy. I'm in a basement of a very old building. Everything is stone. I'm in England. It's the 1700s. I've been here before. Dumbledore is sitting at a desk, talking with a man drenched in robes, seeping ink. The ink is moving along the crevasses of the stones, leading to somewhere even deeper than where we are. Dumbledore accuses the man of not doing enough in these hard times. The man snickers, but it sounds more like a whimper. He thinks Dumbledore is a fool. His school will be shut down and his boys will be ruled over by the high priest. Religious fervor is taking over the town, and people are in danger. Dumbledore has had enough, I run up the stairs before him, afraid he will step on me, for I am very very tiny.

Last night, not a good nights sleep

I kept waking up, so I only got snippets of what I was dreaming, some of them where....

I was one of the Von Trapp children and I was singing and dancing with my brothers and sisters and our governess, Julie Andrews, and there where dancing robots. They where enjoying themselves. I was able to dance point. It was all very magical.

Then there were a horde of cats and there were love triangles and family disputes that I was desperately trying to resolve among the them. Emotions where high and I was afraid one of them would be pushed to the edge and commit murder.
I was arguing with the actor from True Blood who plays Eric that this show isn't a what if vampire where real, it's just about vampires like any other vampire show, and then we had a saucy affair while Anna Paquin was packing her things upstairs.

Three nights ago...

I dreamed I pooped ice cream and it was delicious.

Last night, the world of Mad Men

I was Betty Draper. Sally, my daughter was playing with a neighbor boy who was ten. Sally was only four. The neighbor boy and her were playing a little rough. Then I heard a scream. I looked out and the neighbor boy was lying on the ground. There was blood. His mother and I ran out to them. She was shouting at her husband to call an ambulance. Sally was still screaming. And then, through out all the chaos, the boy started laughing. It had all been a joke. I was extremely upset. I took some soap and shoved it in his mouth as punishment. He spit it back and threw it at my face.

At the same time in New York, Joan, was looking in her mirror, in disbelief that she had slept with Paul Kinsey. She was angry at herself, and annoyed that he would probably tell everyone at work.

Six years later, I am throwing an amazing party. Everyone is there. Joan is with her doctor. Don is...somewhere. Rodger is drunk. Everyone is actually a little drunk. And then I see this 16 year old kid walk in and I shout, "Hey, you, your like 14, get the hell out of my house and out of my party!" He runs out, and I follow him .He turns and I realize he is the neighbor boy. He is holding a huge map of Nebraska that he obviously drew and I say "Your panhandle is too small" He apologizes for crashing my party. I have some soap in my hand just in case. He tells me that he was kicked out of his home and that he has been on his own for about two years. I am extremely suspicious.

But then I'm in a hotel, with his younger brother and sister, looking for his irresponsible mother. I run into a African American bride and her mother. They are complaining about the hotel. They are dressed like they are staring in My Fair Lady, about to go to the races. I admire the sister of the bride's hat, but I move on quickly, looking for the right door. I finally find the suite. There is a mirror and I quickly try to adjust my outfit, I look a mess! I walk in and see a Christmas tree. A man and a woman are in bed. The two younger children are waiting in the hall. I ask what the hell do they think they are doing. It turns out that the mother re married. Her new husband has a cane. I berate her and her ability as a mother. Why would you let two young children out of your sight. AND, I say very loudly, your teenage son is wandering the streets alone. How could you kick him out, I demand to know. But answers are not found.

And then Peggy is in a restaurant with a boy who is simply trying to sleep with her by telling her some made up sob story. Is this the neighbor boy?

Last night, black toilet paper

I just had to get my hands on black toilet paper.

Later that night I was riding my motorcycle on the rooftops. It was incredible difficult, I kept having to pick it up, and I was constantly on the verge of toppling over onto the busy streets below. I was escaping something, something that had blood on its mind. I finally sneaked into an apartment that was owned by a single mother and her two boys. She was sleeping with, what to me was an obvious vampire. So I did what I thought was normal behavior, I stuck a wooden spike in his chest, piercing his heart. He started to convulse and blood sprayed everywhere. The mother woke up, screaming. I had jumped back, perching on her dresser like some bird, watching my handy work with delight. I really hated vampires. The mother was furious, and for a moment I thought I may have to kill her too for some reason, but when she realized what Rodger really was, she began to weep. Vampires always reveal their true nature in the moments of death, whether those moments belong to their victims or themselves, I informed her. Unfortunately, the police had been called, and I needed to split fast. I stuck out the window with the help of the family but all my belongs spilled onto the fire escape, roof and garbage cans below. I had to gather what I needed and get rid of whatever had my fingerprints on them. A couple of drunks saw me and went to call the police again, so I had to act fast. Just as the cops pulled up I was picking up my camera. They started to rough me up right away, saying I was their first suspect. Suspect for what? I never found out.