March 28, 2006 - Why I shouldn't eat ham sandwiches before bed

I don't remember how it all started, but the whole lot of us were in a van parked at some outdoor Bon Jovi concert. Not that it was a bad place to be, but we weren't there voluntarily. He performed "Dead or Alive" and was finishing up when Victoria and I got out of the car. We were handed a weird pair of boots and told to walk someplace. As we started off, I thought well, at least we'll get to see Bon Jovi, but no, he was on break. I told Victoria this would be the perfect time to run for it, but I guess that just wasn't an option.

Next thing I know, we're waiting for some big car to pick us up. There is a large group of people waiting for the bus, and for some reason we get on too. We just had to go down the driveway to get back to the van, but as the bus started moving, Victoria and I jumped off. There was supposed to be a car waiting for us, I didn't want to get in any trouble. All of a sudden my dad comes by and tells us no one ordered the car, and the rest of our compatriots in the van were gone. I knew where they were going, and I was going to find them.

We're at some kind of fair or such, that we're supposed to meet them at. For some reason it's not a good idea to call any of them directly, so I whip out my cell and dial Don. As the phone rings, I realize that's not that great an idea either, and I'm about to hang up when Don answers "Hey Stefanie." Now I have to pretend I actually wanted to talk to him. He tells me he now works at Springer, turning things over. "The cue-cards?" I ask him. That's a yes. That's also when I realize that we are actually on the Springer set. I start looking for Partipillo, but Don informs me he no longer works for Springer.

I explain to Don why I called him, to find my friends, but now I really don't need his help, because they're all in plain view. Danny waves to me - in a dress. I start cracking up. Great, he's a cross dresser...and he looks a lot better in heels and a boa than I do. I wave back, and Jon walks between us and also waves to Danny. Don keeps rambling on about the crazy people he meets and blah, blah, blah. Kim comes up to me and asks me if that's Hytham on the phone. I say yes, then change my answer to no. I tell her it's Don. She doesn't believe me and takes my phone to look at it. Don still rambles on. Danny has changed clothes, he's no longer wearing a dress, but I wouldn't be surprised if the heels were still there. I get the phone back as he says he really needs to start hanging out with normal people, and maybe we should get together. That comes as a total shock. Apparently to my phone too, who's connection is lost for a bad movie trailer of some "House of Death" movie.

I try to call Don back, because for some reason I didn't want him to think I hung up on him. I started thinking about Stephanie and how she deleted his number from her phone. Kim runs up to me and tells me that someone is stuck in the fence, and I have to do something. I run up to this tall chainlink fence with barbed wire around it and see it's Buster from Arrested Development. Nobody's doing anything, so I hand Kim my phone and start climbing. I think I was wearing heels too. Then it's not Buster caught in the fence, it's Katie, and she's on the other side hanging on for dear life. I reach the top of the fence and pull her over to me. I'm barely hanging on. Now she's on the same side as I am, clinging to me and the fence for dear life, and I'm yelling for someone to help. Someone just needs to grab her. Kim is too busy holding on to me. No one helps. I have to try and slowly lower her down to the ground, without falling myself. I'm guessing it worked.

Here's the thing...

It's not that I've gotten bored with this dream log idea already. It's more like since I've started this thing, I haven't really had any dreams worth posting. I can barely remember full dreams anymore, and the ones I can remember, well, they aren't really that interesting. So here are the fractions of thoughts that I've been concieving in the middle of the night.

the Bree Sharp concert
something to do with Wozniak
becoming close friends with a young Sherilyn Fenn
mob ties and getting shot at

And yes there have been some Storm related dreams, but what can I say? My life, my work, revolves around this team. I'd prefer them to stop, but no, they decided they won't. Either way, they won't stay around as complete thoughts long enough for me to turn them into a story - just images and feelings...and something about the Red Line and a baby.

March 2, 2006 - You know, you'd think after such a long break, I wouldn't be having Storm dreams...

I'm working on something at work. My office is a bit nicer, and quite cleaner. I think my computer even faces the door, so I don't have to worry about people sneaking up on me.

Then, the next thing I know, Kim and I were at a self check-out in a grocery store or something. I'm not even sure if we were actually buying anything. It was not significant at all. There was kind of a drape seperating our lane from the others. The place didn't seem packed at all. The only other people that were there, that we noticed were Sammy and Blackie. They were kind of hovering over the drape. I looked down at...well, I have no clue what it was.

After they left, I told Kim that I just couldn't make eye contact with Sammy. I said that I probably should have. To let him think he makes me nervous is letting him win. I need to be stronger. I think we talked about Blackie, who was looking rather hot that day. Then he came over. He wasn't being creepy, but really nice and fun. Then Sammy came over.

He was kind of standing behind the drape thing, mostly sheilded from my view, but he was doing something. It looked like writing. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't make eye contact if I wanted to. This guy has on occasion been such a jerk to me, but for some reason I can't dislike him. He finishes what he was doing and comes over by us. He's looking at me and he probably says something falling between the lines of charming and complete jackass-y.

Sammy and Blackie are about to leave, when Sammy kind of smiles at me and slips me a note. He tells me to call him, and I ask him if it's his real phone number or some joke he's pulling on me. He tells me it's real, and the way he looks at me leads me to believe him. They walk away, and as I'm putting the number in my back pocket, Blackie yells "Sammy's girlfriend needs to get herself a job!" I go to defend myself, and let him know I already have a job but I started by saying "Sammy's girlfriend...nevermind, I don't like where this is going." I was pretty happy though, because I felt like I had won. He had come to me.

About three days advance and I'm walking into the office. Marissa and someone else came to work with me that day. I had to call someone named Danny, and I was afraid everyone would think I was trying to call Waltman. Not that that would really matter to me, because I'd now been out with Sammy for the past three nights. No clue if we had watched Wedding Crashers yet. I think that was the original part of the dream, but I remember thinking there was no way I'd win out then succomb to that. Especially not on the first date. I'm not that kind of girl.

Some guy called the office. He was a jerk. My cousin Peter ended up getting rid of him by harassing him and putting him on hold.

There was also this subplot in which I think it was me playing the part of some other woman. Her kid, Byron, was run over by a car. But not actually. What she/me didn't know was that that was a fake kid, and the real Byron was kidnapped by someone very close to her. He then fired the maid, making it look like it was her fault the kid had died. She probably knew something.

Also in my dream, Len and I talked about my boots. They're still good boots, they're just looking crappy. Maybe I should get new ones or maybe I should polish them. Len was against the polishing idea.

My Dreams, My Rules

I have dreams. Well, most of us do. I really enjoy dreaming though, and tend to remember my dreams and the very seemingly insignificant details. Very rarely when I tell about my dream to I say "oh, I had this dream that we went to the store and bought pancakes" and that's it. My dreams usually take about five minutes to tell.

I've been told a couple times that I should write down my dreams. I tried that once. Because of all the details, it takes about a half an hour to get one dream down. Oh, I'm not waking up in the middle of the night for that! Depending on the dream, I may write it down. There are some dreams that just invoke such strong emotions in me, that I have to do something. I'm a firm believer that dreams aren't just random synapses or anything. "Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet learned how to ask." Maybe they're secret longings, or a chance to do something we never could in our lives. Maybe they're a doorway to another dimension. Maybe they're just a way for me to know what life would be like if I was, in fact, in a relationship with David Duchovny.

So on the request of my friends, I've started this post. Let's see how often this puppy will be updated. If you feel weird reading about something you never did, go no further. I can pretty much guarentee if I've met you, you'll show up in my dreams sooner or later-maybe as you, maybe as a Ninja Turtle. Also, I often dream about people I don't even know. This should be a bit of fun for all. Oh, and I may change people's names every so often to protect the innocent, the guilty and myself. If you think a character is you and you wanna know, just ask. I may tell you.

Be sure to leave me some comments. I always love getting people's feedback and opinions. Who knows? You may help me decode a dream secret that will help me finally lick this bedwetting problem.