Lately I've been having a recurrent dream about sinkholes. I don't know exactly when they started, but they always start with one first sinkhole collapsing, then a whole network of them crumbling as well. In every dream, the first sinkhole gets bigger and bigger--it started out as roughly 10ft, but now it's a whole city block that gets swallowed. I'm always with three people--a man and two boys--but I don't know who they are. In the latest dream, one of the boys had a hamster in a tube strapped to his arm. We were avoiding sinkholes, then we had to stop by a convenience store to get hamster food. WTF. Does anyone know what sinkholes in a dream mean?

Weather update: FUCKING HOT. It's going to be 101F today, although right now it's a pleasant 63F morning. I better call teh bf's before it gets too hot because dammit, no bike and no DS makes for a very bored neko, and if you add the heat to that I will become a VERY PISSY neko.

I just woke up from another weird-ass dream. In this one, I dreamt teh bf was an alien, and the leader of his alien planet wanted to seek and destroy me because I might've produced bastard half-breed alien/human babies. Teh bf and I hid in several places, but we were finally cornered in a mall. There was a chase in the parking lot--the aliens looked human but were dressed in bright yellow raincoats, so they were easy to recognize and hide from--and we had some success dodging them for a while, but teh bf and I got separated eventually. I finally figured out that the aliens found us so easily because I had a tracker on me, so I tried to scramble it using some mall vendor's invention and lots of batteries. I finally hid in a dress shop with lots of ball gown-type dresses, and I spent a bit of time trying on the dresses. (Yes, even when running for my life, I had time for a bit of frippery. Oh vanity. ^^;) I stopped trying on dresses when I saw one of the yellow raincoat-wearing aliens outside the shop window. I hid among the dresses, hardly daring to breathe. I almost screamed when I saw someone crawling under the crack through the door, but it turned out to be teh bf's younger sister. She explained that all the other women teh bf had dated were captured and questioned, and it was found that there was no chance of having bastard half-breed alien/human babies because even if the aliens were very similar to humans, their sperm couldn't fertilize our eggs and vice versa. Then I woke up.

Jeez, what a night. No more eating almonds while watching Samurai Champloo right before bedtime.

Interesting linky: big cat hybrids, with pictures!

This weekend I will be running around like a decapitated chicken. Why? Yesterday, I sent my poor baby laptop to the Dell center in Florida, and forgot that my 15 page ethnic health disparities paper is due...NEXT WEDNESDAY. Not two weeks from now, like I mistakenly thought. WEDNESDAY NEXT WEEK. OMGWTFBBQ!!!!

Thank god my mum bought a new laptop, which I will be borrowing for the time I have left 'til I get my laptop back or the paper will be due, whichever comes first. I can't take it out of the house though, so thank god for library computers too.

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In other news, I had a very disturbing dream this morning. I don't wanna go into details, but the part I remembered the most was that I was screaming at the top of my lungs with grief and pain because bf was dead. It hurt so much when I woke up--I remember I was clutching my chest and silently crying when I opened my eyes.

I just kept crying for what seemed like a long time after waking. Then I realized I wasn't dreaming anymore--bf was lying beside me, holding me. Just seeing and feeling him comforted me a lot, but I still had, and still have, that awful feeling I had in my dream.

I've had incredibly odd dreams the past couple of weeks, and I think my brain is trying to tell me something. But what is it trying to say?

First dream was about Dan. In this dream, he came to the US and became a TNT (Filipino slang for undocumented alien) while studying at a university. We got into a relationship, but after a while, he had to leave the US because his family ran out of money and he couldn't afford to study at the university anymore. I don't remember much about this dream, but I do remember that I was at the airport when he left, and that I was really, really sad.

The second dream was the most graphic and detailed one, set in the time when the Roman Catholic Church was new and was trying to persecute the original Christians. I was a nun/priestess, and together with two other nuns, we saved a man and were about to baptize him. Suddenly, a Roman Catholic priest stopped us. He took us to a boat of some sort with a rectangular room, and once inside, he started preaching about Satan and how we were doing Satan's work, blah blah. After a while, he started looking very dangerous, and he had this fanatical, "I'll kill you if you don't convert" face. The other two nuns and the man we were about to baptize were huddled together, looking very scared. In an odd, anachronistic twist, I grabbed a golf club (one of the irons, dunno exactly which) and started bashing him in the head, first on the forehead, then when he was down, at the base of the skull. I recall someone trying to knock and see who was in there, then we all fell silent. That's where the dream ended.

The third dream was about the choir program at Mt. Suck. I was there at a time when they were preparing for a concert of some sort, and I just got the feeling that I didn't belong there. I hated that feeling because I knew I deserved to be there, but it seemed like everyone was just doing their own thing, not minding poor little me. I got angry and left in a huff, not even bothering to see the concert. The odd thing was that the people were there, but the setting didn't seem like Mt. Suck. It seemed more like the Pisay front lobby. Odd.

Fourth dream was, well, of a private nature. Between me and teh bf, and what we do when no one is around, get it? It was weird because I rarely dream of that, but it felt so real. Waking up from that dream was hard because to feel him there beside you, but to wake up to an empty bed just made me feel lonely.

I know where the first and third dreams stem from, but the second? I'm confused about it. WTF would I dream about bashing a priest's head in with a golf club, especially since I didn't have any interaction with priests or any religion of any sort in the past few weeks? Extremely odd. The fourth dream might just stem from me being "in heat," LOL.

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Anyway, linkspam time!

Zodiac body art! Love the Aquarius and Sagittarius ones.

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Most adooooooorable kitties ever (except for Mumu, Magnum's old cat). I want one, but they're from freaking Red Bluff in NorCal, some 600mi away from here. *sigh* No cute kitties for me. Besides, if I brought home an animal--even one as cute as those kitties--my mum would scream her head off.

Modest clothing at New York fashion week? Yay! In your face, Paris and Britney!

There are more parking spaces than cars? Tell that to someone who has been circling the parking lot/city block for the past N amount of hours. Chances are you'll come out of the conversation with a bloody nose.

Liberal and Conservative brains are different. Well DUH.

Had a weird dream this morning. I was at a beach with my sister, then I ran across two women frolicking across the beach. It was one of those generic beaches with lots of sand and a hotel nearby. The hotel was unremarkable, no, ugly actually--it was just one of those box-like buildings that people just pass by and ignore, except they couldn't ignore it in this case, it being the only building around. I couldn't actually see the water for some reason, but I could hear the waves crashing against the shore.

Then I saw a concierge go out to the beach and hand a stack of letters to one of the women. The woman didn't notice it, and just dropped it on the beach. Me, being the nosy person I am, looked at the letters and saw X-3's name on them, but with a different surname--Twist. X-3 has a very common first name (possibly the most common ever), but I knew those letters were from him because of his distinctive writing style; not handwriting, writing style. I could recognize it as much as I can recognize Poe's writing or Garth Nix's style--no matter what the typeset is, there's just this distinctive tone and voice to his writing.

The weird thing was that the letters were quite thick and bulky, and there was text printed on the outside, not the inside--sort of like a big, package-like postcard. I didn't even have to open them to know what was written. There were several of these letters in the stack of mail. The letters (at least the ones I saw) were X-3 apologizing to the woman about not being able to complete her mission because he was sidetracked by some "standard missions from a novice." For some reason I knew that novice he was referring to was me. Eh...weird. I also remember not being curious at all about what was inside the letter-postcard-package-like things. I just remember feeling hurt and confused.

I approached the woman and asked if I could go through her mail, and she said yes, sure, whatever. I saw a couple more "letters" like that, a bunch of coupon booklets, some gazettes/newsletters, and some of those advertising flyers for groceries/whatever. My sister was going through the mail with me and she got one of the newsletters and started a game with the woman. They were racing to see who could extend a line of numbers (I think it was for a crossword puzzle) the fastest. They would start at the bottom of one column, and if, for example, the column ended in #10, they'd write #11, #12, and so on and so forth. I got pulled into the game, and was starting to extend one of the columns. I was trying to get my sister to switch columns with me because I was uncomfortable with the column I had--I had to reach across her to actually do it. Then I woke up.

Okay, now put yer psychoanalyst hats on and analyze my dream. *pokes tomatoerin in particular*

I'm probably having weird dreams because I'm sick again. My brain must be lacking in oxygen... Anyway, post your analyses in the comments section, then I'll post my analysis afterward.