I dreamt that I broke into a wildlife refuge at night. I guess I had been visiting it during the day, and it closed, and I felt like I hadn't had enough time there. Anyway, it was very dangerous at night, because it was pitch black and there were a lot of sheer cliffs that you could just accidentally fall off at any moment - you wouldn't even see them there. Also, there were mountain lions roaming around. So I got caught breaking into it and I thought I would be arrested. But instead they took me to the owner of the wildlife refuge, who turned out to be Barack Obama. He was pissed and I was really upset that I had let him down, cause he's Barack Obama, yo. And I told him I still planned on shaking his hand when he became president. And he was charmed, like people are when you flatter them, and he said he forgave me and I could shake his hand now if I wanted.

And I told him that wasn't the same thing.

Also, my team lead was there, and he was a scientist on the refuge, and I said hi to him and he totally blew me off.

I dreamt I was on a plane and the plane somehow went down. The crash wasn't part of the dream. But I lived and I was hanging on to the plane wreckage that was floating in the ocean. And there wasn't much to do, so I was drawing on the wreckage of the plane. And then when I was rescued, I was charged for defacing the plane. I went to trial, and they were going to find me guilty, but then my Dad testified as to how awesome I am and they dropped the charges.

A few weeks ago:

I dreamt my parents moved and were living in a forest. Their house was beautiful. One of the rooms had walls that were like stained glass, only the glass was smoother and the art was more modern, more abstract. I was looking out the windows at the woods, and a person (I don't remember if it was a man or a woman) said we should go for a walk. I went out with the dream person. We were walking through the woods. The dream person said there were bears in these woods and we should be careful. We came upon a hollowed-out tree. I could see white fur sticking out of the hollow. A bear came out. It was a panda. The person I was with said not to worry because Panda Bears aren't dangerous, they are cute. Them the panda stood up on its hind legs and told me to teach it how to use fire and how to use technology. It said the pandas wanted to compete with humans. It said if I didn't help it, it would kill me.

Last night:

I dreamt I was with The Doctor. As in Doctor Who. He was on his 13th life. He was dying. A woman was following him because she wanted to see what happened when The Doctor couldn't regenerate anymore. He wanted to die in peace, so he kept trying to get away from her. He went into a fountain and she followed him. He left. Eventually he died on a fire escape outside a restaurant. It was very sad.

I keep forgetting to post my dreams.

I dreamt that I was in a store and there was a rack of shirts. And one shirt had a logo that said "How the Danish view The Brain. And there were all these weird illustrated brains. I don't remember all of them, but one of them was shaped like a teapot, but of course it was all gray and crenelated like a brain. And underneath it said "Teapot Brain". And there wasn't one in my size. Man, I really want a shirt like that.

I dreamt I was in a mall and I couldn't find my way out. And it was dark and shadowy and kind of abandoned. I kept walking around and I kept ending up in Robinson's May.

I dreamt I was in an abandoned town. I had always lived there. I hadn't been away, and I hadn't noticed anyone else going away. So I didn't know why no one else was there. And then the cops came and they were questioning me about why I was there and no one else was. I remember it was during a snowstorm. I didn't see any snow, but there was a very clear idea in my head that there was one going on.

I dreamt I was cooking chicken and the stove was 800 dregrees and the tops of the stove and counters turned black.

I don't remember much about my dreams from last night. But I remember at one point I was holding Jake, and he was fat and healthy and all of his limbs were in good working condition. Not like what he was like the last few months of his life. And that's a good picture to keep in mind today, and I'm glad I remembered it.

I've had a lot of dreams lately that I don't remember in great detail.

I dreamt I was a concubine. I had a secret that was going to destroy the dude who owned me. I was afraid people would find out the secret before I was ready.

I dreamt my parents had another child, a two year old boy. I did not like how they were raising him.

I dreamt I was Princess Leia and I had to fight Darth Vader from inside a pool because Darth Vader couldn't go into the water. There was a stone statue in the middle of the pool and I hid behind it while he stood at the edge of the pool. Because the statue disrupted the evil force thoughts he was thinking at me. But I could use the force on him from behind the statue.

I dreamt that my old boss (the one who told me that I should wear baggy clothes because I am a "big girl") was being all creepy and stalky. And kinda sexual about it. But she went about it in a very subtle way, so there was nothing I could prove. I quit my job because she made me so uncomfortable, and I was worried no one would believe me. Also in the dream, I lived with my parents, and their house was torn apart. The furniture was in the middle of rooms, on its side, etc.

I dreamt I was a father. My son had menningitis. I was afraid he would die. I was on a plane. I tore out the seats and moved them to other locations. People were angry. There was a woman on the plane whose son was also sick. She understood.

I dreamt I lived in frontier America. I was from the present, but I had to pretend I wasn't, because I knew no one would believe me. When I didn't understand what people were talking about, I said I was from Ohio, and things were different there. Ohio was far away and no one had ever been there, so people accepted that. I became a candlemaker.

I remember two dreams from while I was offline. Both were about plane crashes.

In the first, some friends (dream friends) and I came across a plane that had crashed months ago. There was a skeleton on the plane and next to him was a book by Rudyard Kipling. We mocked the man who had died because we thought that was a stupid book to have with you at your death.

In the second, a lot of planes were crashing right around me. I was near the water, and I was told they were crashing into the water, but I didn't believe that was right. I could see them falling, and it didn't look right. I tried to walk to the water to look, but I could never get there. But the more I walked, the more I knew I was right.

I dreamt that my feet were hairy. Not uniformly, but covered with tufts of sparse little hairs.