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1200 Dollars

I dreamed there was a giant house that me, M, D, and K were staying in. Me and M took a separate car from K and D. K and D were going in a little sporty gray sports car convertible. We were gonna be staying in different rooms, almost as if things were divided up according to gender. Someone announced that there was a person who was planning a duel of some sort with K. K decided to sneak out and drive away before the time of the duel. It seemed really slippery of him, and yet, I probably would have done the same thing.

I dreamed that I was talking on the phone to a friend, and I was riffling through a duffle bag because my cell phone was running out of batteries, and I needed to find the plug-in cord thingy for it. The power cord. I told the person on the phone that I needed to find it. She said, "That's not important." I got really upset, and the way we were talking, it looked like we were gonna have an argument. Apparently, we had had lots recently and they always left us feeling like crap afterwards. This sharp, pointy, jaggedy crappy feeling. She said we should just stop talking about what we were talking about. I was resistant, cuz I was really upset and wanted to argue my point. At the same time, I agreed with her over the phone cuz I knew she was right. I said, that, yes, she's right, if we don't find another topic to talk about, this thing'll "escalate" like it ususally does. I was in my brother's room. The conversation did turn more friendly, and she invited me to a family dinner of hers, where her whole family would be making a sort of creole dish, I think it was. I said, great, I'd love to come! She said that it was a fundraiser and it was 400 dollars per person. Somehow I counted as 3 people, or maybe I was bringing my parents. But, it seemed like it would be 1200 dollars for each of us. I thought, wow, that's really expensive for just a meal of home cooking. I asked her if I could, instead, come over and help around the house and do cleaning and stuff and help prepare the food, and, in turn, be able to eat it (without paying 1200 dollars). She was equivocal about it, but didn't say "no" outright.

She went on to explain what the fundraser was for. It was for this couple that I guess were sort of like outlaws, but I'm not sure why. I guess maybe they were gay or bisexual or something and the money was being raised for them. I wasn't sure why everyone was making such a big deal about these 2 people or why so much money had to be raised for them.

Messed Up Kittens

I dreamed of kittens with messed up eyes. Well, just one had messed up eyes. I was on the patio in N, and M said there were 4 kittens, but I could plainly see there were more'n 4. Most of them were cream-colored with grey stripes, or else charcoal colored smudges. M changed her story and said there were either 4 or 9 kittens. I saw one that was siamese looking, cream colored with a charcoal colored smudge on its face. D said that that kitten was gonna be expensive (as in worth a lot). D was showing UB around the back yard and told him about how such-and-such was everywhere. Every square inch of the back yard had such-and-such in it. He did a sweeping gesture. I saw one little kitten, and at first it looked like it didn't have pupils, sort of similar to Geordi LaForge on Star Trek, but then I saw pupils higher up, like in the corners of its eyes. The eyes sorta stuck out, sorta pointy. They remind me of butter or margarine, looking back on it.

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Cherry Coke Protection

There was a person, who was working behind the counter at a bar/soda fountain and had found the secret of dodging the bullets that'd be flying at her soon. If she made cherry cokes the old fashioned way, by squirting cherry juice into a regular coke, that would somehow enable her to dodge the bullets.

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President Al Gore

Sunday morning, I dreamed that aliens were gonna come and invade our planet in a matter of days. I was in a kitchen with my mom, and we were washing dishes. We were talkin' 'bout what was gonna happen, and it wasn't gonna be good. Lots of people would probably die. There was a guy who went on-line to the US Army website, and he signed up for the draft, cuz the Army said they'd give him a nice, free gift if he did that. They drafted him right away, and he felt sort of duped.

Then, it turned out that Al Gore became president, and he got off this giant airplane; I'll assume it was Air Force One. It was a big, fat airplane, and the middle part was sort of dented in at the top. He was wearing a suit, I guess, and the jacket was made entirely of pastel-colored post-it notes. (Either that, or he was wearing a regular suit jacket, and it was covered with pastel-colored post-it notes). He was really depressed. Me and my mom talked about why he was depressed, and we guessed it was cuz he didn't actually get elected as president, not by the people. What happened was that Obama had stepped down (I can't remember why), and Al was the next in line, I guess.

Then I dreamed I was in a music store with R, and I'd left my banjo there. I'd left it there for I-don't-know-how-many-months, just trusting that the music store people would leave it there and not sell it or anything. And no one would steal it, either. When I got there to pick up my banjo, I realized what a foolhardy plan that was. But, indeed, the banjo was there. I was relieved. I opened up the case to make sure it was mine, but while I was looking at it, I realized banjos don't look that different from one another.

There was this room right next to the one I was in, and it was filled with all these Celtic, New-Agey instruments that don't exist in real life. They were the kind of instruments that were really easy to play and sound good on. The kinds where it's based on a pentatonic scale, so all the notes go together. One of them was either a keyboard, or keyboardish. It was on the floor, and it was long like a keyboard (I knew that, even though I couldn't see it), but I'm not sure if it had strings and frets on it, cuz my vision of it was kind of grid-like. A woman was playing it, and I realized she could play some pretty complex-sounding stuff for such a simple instrument. It was a song from a movie soundtrack, sort of a Lord of the Ringsish kind of thing. There was a guy with her, and he was singing the song, as she played it, singing the vocal part. It got really pretty, and then I woke up and wrote it down.

This morning, I dreamed of a possible-future-boyfriend, who was an asshole. He left a message on my answering machine, where he was telling me that he was requiring me to let him monitor everywhere I go. Sort of like I had to get permission from him to go anywhere, and he was at odds with whatever I had to do on Tuesday, I think it was.

Right before waking up, I dreamed that every other person on a square-shaped schedule hadn't come into existence all the way. They were words. Or maybe they were the silence just after words. They weren't very happy because of that, but there wasn't much they could do about it cuz they were just words. I had to call them on the phone to tell them they were still on the waiting list to become something other than just words.

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