Thursday, June 19, 2008

It's My Thursday and I'll Cry If I Want To

Geezuz what a night! I'm nearly exhausted again... like I'm doing more work, or more activity in my sleep than I actually am during the day the last few days. On dreams? I dreamt alright... I will get to that in a minute.

Today's Dictionary.com "Word of the Day" is:
defenestrate: to throw out of a window.

That's a pretty interesting I thought... and you just never really know when it might come in handy at some point!


Next, I enjoyed the "Quote of the Day" on my Google homepage. It is:

"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.
I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward."
-Kurt Vonnegut


I love a good cry though, it is cleansing to the soul, and refreshing to me. Not a bad eye wash either. I try, however, to do my crying in private, if it must be done. Mr. J is too weak to handle female human emotions most of the time, so he must be spared. Laughter, laughter is even better. Nothing can compare to a maniacal belly-laugh among friends who have found themselves locked in common hysteria... no laugh is too big or too small, however. Still, the hysterical laughter, at least for me, only takes me back to the crying if it was severe enough. Then we're just back to square one. That just goes to show you, there's always a fine line.

O.k., so I have been practicing my "Dream Signs" to assist in my Lucid Dreaming. Last night, I am happy to report a couple of times I actually did look at my hands during my dreams. However, everything took a confusing turn actually because it was very vivid and real, but I never had that "Ah-hah!!" moment where I went, "Oh man! This is ultra-cool, I'm dreaming!!!" (Which is the way I usually know that I've become lucid, and can begin to take control).

**If anyone else is interested in the Lucid Dreams: Here is a cool FAQ page.

It wasn't that the dreams were nightmarish, per se, but they did take an awfully strange turn. I don't remember it in straight, highly-detailed clarity, but more so in decently vivid "chunks". The first part I remember all occurred within some very odd building, there were living quarters, something like dorm rooms (perhaps), and there were a lot of people there. It was dark, and kind of gloomy. It was a little dirty and depressing looking. I'm still not quite sure what the place was, or what I was doing there. I do remember, however, a friend of a friend was trying to connect with me and get to know me, and I wasn't sure about her. I was leery of her, but I was willing to try. It never happened, however, as our schedules in the dream were way too different. The details of that place, and what all went on there are a bit fuzzy.

At some point, I left... I was walking at night time, through some strange neighborhood (no neighborhood that I have seen), and I saw something odd in the sky, just one craft and it was circling in the sky at lightening speeds. It "appeared" to notice me, and my first instinct was to run and try to hide. More of the same crafts appeared and descended where I was, and I looked around and I saw two other women (women I have never met before, dressed in nice professional attire), who were also looking very alarmed at this. I don't know what happened to them, I didn't see them anymore.

Just then, a creature (Alien), kind of greenish-gray I guess, and about half my height made his way towards me, and grabbed me by the arm. It wasn't in a forceful way, but more in a "pleading" way. I felt resistant, I shook my head as if to say, "No... I don't want to go with you." But he seemed to be saying to me, "Please, come on. Please!" I didn't feel threatened at all, and I went with this creature of the night.

I don't remember exactly how I got there, I thought we had gone on a craft, but I am not certain that the next place I remember was indeed a craft. I remember there was a large group of people, and we were in some place with equipment, and a big computer. The computer did not work, and I remember one of the aliens went in, and barely touched the thing and it was fixed. (Now that's what I call Tech Support!)

There was no scary stuff, unless it was a part of the dream that I don't remember. There was no anal probe, or drilling into the eye or anything invasive that stands out. However, the last thing that I do remember to the alien 'abduction' portion of my dream was that I seemed to be in some sort of 'ward' where there were a lot of the alien folk, and a bunch of babies. I do remember one of the aliens touching me on the abdomen at one point, but I'm not certain the significance.

There was someone, who it seems motioned to one of the babies, and then handed me this very strange looking, somewhat heavy baby (very light bluish/greenish with an oddly rough complexion). It didn't scare me, or freak me out, or make me emotional or anything like that. I held it, rather stand-offishly for really only a few seconds. I guess I found that strange, because you always hear the women in the really outlandish "actual alien abduction" stories telling how they have an alien baby, and it was taken away from them and they were crying and not wanting it taken away... well I have never been very "maternal", so I guess I could take it or leave it. :-\

So, this quite large and amply heavy "child", didn't seem very comfortable with me, nor I him, I looked at him (or her, or whatever), and it was crying and wiggling around. After those few seconds, I turned and offered the baby back to one of the apparently female beings in the room behind me. Without any emotion or much reaction on her face, she took the baby. Like I said, while all this was going on, it was very vivid to me.

I was still under an extremely heavy sleep state, but I could faintly hear the sound of my alarm. It took several minutes to awaken enough to get up and hit the snooze button, but when I did, I remember it was not my alarm clock, but rather the alarm on Richie's side of the bed going off. I tried to tell him to hit the snooze button, and even Richie was under an unusually heavy sleep. Normally, he hears that alarm and hits snooze faster than that. Finally, he hits the alarm and I, still feeling groggy, attempt to go back to the "alien abduction dream". In fact, I am desperate to get back there. I wanted to see what else would happen, I wanted answers.



In fact, I was hoping for some sort of miracle procedure where I thought I would wake up and see some extreme positive change in me or something, like I wouldn't have problems with body pain, or maybe my metabolism would be extremely revved up by now. I was entirely frustrated that I couldn't return. As the moments went by, I continued to wake up more. Finally, I gave up and went ahead and began to get ready for work.

I found no marks, no evidence of invasive procedures, and there were no signs that I had been away, so I guess I'm good to go?? Unless of course, all of this went on telepathically? hehe.

So in conclusion, no it wasn't my fantasy abduction where the Alien looked like George Clooney, or Enrique Iglesias, but I was still well intrigued and apparently unafraid and wanting to learn about anyone, anything else besides what resides here in our little world. It's a big universe out there... I merely wanted to hang out for a while... until next time I guess.


Other things I've had on my mind lately, which I intend to follow-up on in another blog entry perhaps are:

-Wintergreen Lifesavers (Why are some soft and some hard? and Why can't I stop eating the damn things?)

-Rude Drivers (An Oldy but goody)

-Mr J's Texting (He's turning into a phone whore)

-Taco Bell incident (Where do you actually find these goobers that you hire??)

-Girl Time (Girl time is essential to us, as well as is guy time to men, and I need girl time severely and soon!)

We'll talk more later on about these and other mind-bending subjects, here at Deep In The Forrest! Please visit again soon.

6 comments:

JINKS said...

Auntie J, that was wild dream. I can't think of anything to compare except maybe a trip to 201Poplar or an afternoon at the Tennessee Driver's License Bureau....where short aliens are easy to spot....go with the girl-time theme..hint hint.

Jay said...

"Mr. J is too weak to handle female human emotions most of the time, so he must be spared."

That made me LOL. No male can deal with female emotions. We're just not capable of it. ;-)

Wild, freaky dream there! I'm thinking you should write a screenplay for a sci-fi movie.

Feel free to take plenty of pictures and even some video of "girl time." haha

Aunt Jackie said...

Jinks! Wild indeed... yes perhaps I do need to get out more. ;)

Jay! I understand that totally. Yes, maybe I should write a screenplay, but there have been so many Alien movies... lol I would have to get really creative.

Ahhh I see what you're doing there. Sly dog!

The Manic Street Preacher said...

Excellent dream!! I once dreamt I was bonking Caz and when I woke up the next morning apparently I had.

Now that was a dream!!!

Bizarro Aunt Jackie said...

That's Rad Manic!! I love sex dreams! How did Caz feel about this?? :)

The Manic Street Preacher said...

She enjoyed it but couldn't tell if I was grunting or snoring ;-)