Sister Clones/ When Paper Hearts Attack

Well this was a strange set of dreams, indeed. It's a two-parter:

Part One:
I was part of an experiment that had to do with cloning. There were 5 main women from which many sets of of clones were being made. I was part of "Woman 3" and her set of genes. I lived in a section of a warehouse for all of the 3's. There were aisles with bunkbed compartments where you and your sister clone would live together. Each pair of sister's had slightly differing alleles, meaning that each set was slightly different in their personalities. Some of the 3's were totally uptight snobs who were so mechanical and lifeless. Me and my sister clone, on the otherhand, were rebels. Somehow we became aware of the operation and wanted out. We still had to pretend that we were stupid and oblivious, and go along with the norms. But, secretly we were plotting our escape. We knew that students would come in to these stadium seating rooms next to our bunks and observe us, so there must be a way out. My sis and I busted out and were free. We ran and ran and ran, taking on different identities and sneaking in disguise. We were out in a mall-like lobby, taking in all of the different types of people and behaviors, when we were apprehended. Oh well.

Part Two:
I worked in an office. It was the day of a big office party. People were not up to their usual routines, so the office was a bit disheveled. The building was shaped like a square around an empty shaft in the middle, so you could see across it into the other side of the office. You could also see the glass elevator that ascended up the empty middle area onto each floor. I was caught up in watching a woman in the elevator approach my floor, when suddenly some strange stuff happened to her. While she was adjusting her nylons and heels, a little magenta circle of paper flew into the elevator and landed on the floor. As she straightened herself out, the magenta circle split apart into thousands of magenta hearts. The bits were jagged and flurried and buzzing chaotically. She was waving at the swarm and swatting at them furiously. When she got off the elevator finally, the entire floor that we were on was cleared of all workers. Somehow that swarm of magenta hearts had represented all of our co-workers, and they were now dead and gone to someplace else. It was a total shock and really weird. Me, Trevor, her, and other person met up because we were the only ones left. I told her what I had seen. We agreed we should get out of that office. We went through a secret passage in the wall and headed through a series of tunnels to Point Reyes where we would be near the ocean and warm and away from the dark depressing office scene. We emerged in a town right before Point Reyes. There were people everywhere looking happy and peaceful, and the ocean was very refreshing. Trevor and I held hands and began to run. He's bigger than me, yes, but somehow he had these crazy powers that allowed him to leap over huge rocks and bushes and fountains. So, really, we were making speed. I just held on and we were going places real quick. We stopped as soon as we got to Point Reyes. There were little restaurants and places to sit that looked familiar. We sat at a table and relaxed. Suddenly my sister and my nephew were there with us. My nephew was sitting in my lap and was talking about crayons. I fed him bits of beans and carrots, and we were all very content. Then I woke up.

Wacky Biblical Lore

Last night I was in a history class. We were talking about biblical lore. Suddenly I was seeing the story in real time. There was an old man with his wife out in an ice field, far away from civilization. He found a large ice rock and blew it into the mountains. This caused a gigantic ice storm that wiped out his wife entirely. As she was taken out, he saw a figure in the storm. He couldn't quite make it out, but its image haunted him. He was devastated and stricken by guilt of his wife's passing. He felt doomed to wander the ice fields forever until he died. It had been a month and the poor old man was still alive, even though he wished he were dead. He was torn and frozen and could barely stand up, but he pressed on. When he felt he could take no more, a beautiful woman approached him out of thin air. She took his hand and lead him further. They entered between two large white gates and began trekking through a dark tunnel that smelled sweet. His eyes were stunned when the tunnel opened out into a large green city in the clouds. She guided him through perfect gardens and peach colored sandy paths. There were children playing, teenagers hanging out smoking cigarettes and talking, women and men cooking in a kitchen, animals frolicking, and the brightest warmest sun he had ever felt. He felt dry, soothed, and completely relieved. But still, she guided him on. They entered a room where Hindus were meditating with pink religious shawls around their necks. She donned one, and wrapped one around him as well. They sat in Lotus style in the dimly lit room and meditated for a while. He was feeling like a totally different person, and the guilt that had weighed heavy on him seemed to disappear. Suddenly a door opened up and light shone through. There was a cloud pathway that was lined with men in white robes, surrounded by a golden arch. An old being walked through the path and called out to the man who had seen a figure more than once. The man knew he was referring to him. He rose and spoke up. The old being seemed delighted that it was he who he addressed. The old being grabbed the old man's arm and walked with him. The crowd seemed excited about the old man being there and the old man felt empowered in some way. The two walked, talked, and everything seemed to make sense. Then I woke up.

My Whales

Last night I was given two large whales. One was a Gray Whale and the other was a Humpback. They swam in long containers, far to small for their size. The Humpback was pregnant. I had a marine biologist friend who knew all about whales. He knew how to help her give birth in captivity. She was actually a really sweet whale; she would raise her head out of the water and let you touch her. And when she was ready to give birth she let out a little noise so that you knew it was time. My friend told me she'd have 10 babies, but somehow only three came. And when she gave birth, a gigantic population of baby lizards and geckos arrived as well. We kept them in box until we could give them to someone who could care for them. We had a bunch of people who were in the marine biology field come by and be interviewed. We wanted to make sure they were all going to the right homes, especially the whales. The panel was stiff though, and asked too many questions. They were even questioning my friend's knowledge of whales and how to help them give birth! I was shocked that people weren't being cooler. Regardless, one guy agreed to put one of the whale calves in a zoo where he had a really great habitat set up. And the woman who had been asking all the questions decided she'd take all the lizards and geckos. That was a relief since the whole interview they had been escaping from their boxes and crawling all over the place. They were so fast and sneaky! Mao the cat was there and she killed one of them, but all the others survived and were whisked away by the questiony woman. After everyone left, we were still left with our mama-whale whom I called Bessy, her two babies, and the Gray Whale. We decided that the best thing to do would be to bring them to the ocean and let them go into their natural habitat. Bessy could sense that that's what we were planning and became very excited. Even my pet dogs were excited for them! We gave Bessy and rub on her nose and started planning for her and her babies' release...

Donuts, Earthquake, and a Tsunami

Hilary and I were on a roadtrip. We had stopped in sacramento and decided to grab a donut from this old bakery my family used to when I was a kid. There was one guy working the counter.  There were so many treats to choose from, but I got a large donut with chocolate frosting. It was delicious.  Then, the guy offended me somehow-- I think he wouldn't give me a deal for some day-old donuts or something-- and we left. As I left I told the guy that I was bummed how the customer service there had gone down the drain since when I had gone there as a kid. We were driving around, and then Hilary pulled back into the bakery parking lot. She said she had forgotten to get a coffee there. I wasn't quite sure why we had to go back there, especially since now I felt kinda bad about being so harsh to the counter guy. She started chatting with the guy, being really nice, and comes to find out that he had been an alcoholic and had developed a terminal liver disease. He turned out to be a really nice guy just doing his job. He was poor and had a family to support. Hilary said to me, "Oh dear," then turned to him and said she would give him money--all the money she had in the bank. She was gonna give him thousands of dollars to help him out, just like that! It was a really beautiful gesture that was totally unselfish. He was humbly grateful. He made her rice with lentils and carrots, an old family recipe. Somehow this act sealed the deal for her, and she could fully trust that he was a good guy. We left the bakery to go find an ATM for her to withdraw the cash.
Suddenly, there was a giant earthquake.
We were long gone from Sacramento by now, but a vision flashed before me of the old bakery. The roof had come crashing down upon the bakery guy, killing him instantly. He had never got the money. It was very tragic. The earthquake had been so large and so destructive that we were only able to enter San Francisco by helicopter. We were astonished and what we saw. Most of our city was destroyed, except for houses that were new and built with reinforcments. But everything else was reduced to rubble and dust. It was so sad and upsetting. I thought of all my friends and all of my favorite spots in the city that were most likely destroyed. And most upsetting was the thought of my own house. It had most likely fallen, with everything I valued inside of it destroyed--including my cat and my boyfriend perhaps. And sure enough, as we flew past my house it was gone. I deeply feared that Trevor was dead, so much so that I just accepted it as the truth. I was devastated and all I could do was cry uncontrollably. All around me were people in the same boat--sad at the loss of lives and houses and the city that once nurtured them. After all of the thoughts subsided in my head, I decided I should go to my house. I landed and approached it slowly, strolling up the block as if it was an aisle at a grocery store. My house was like a bag of cereal, I could open it and see the crumbles, and I could see Trevor within it. But then for reals I could hear his voice. He came out from behind a wall and hugged me. I was beyond happy to see him. I was shaking and laughing and crying and never wanted to stop hugging him. He said he hadn't been home, that he had been on his way back to SF from a little trip he had taken at the last minute. I was just so happy and relieved that he was alive. It made me realize how important he was to me. We decided to go to the beach, away from the rubble, and meditate for a moment. On the beach there were other people who had survived, some of which were our friends. We had learned that the earthquake had been a 7.0 or greater in Texan waters, but somehow it triggered earthquakes in San Francisco. Obviously logic was excluded from this dream. We were scanning the devastation and wondering what would happen when the Hayward fault in SF went off--what then? As we strolled we noticed some oddly large waves in the distance. I shouted "tidal wave!" and we scampered into the car and drove away. The earthquake had triggered a huge tsunami that had taken awhile to reach the beach. We raced to get to the highest point in the city, and we were just in time. I looked out the rear window and saw a gigantic wave crash onto the highway behind us. The water was muddy and tan and foamy and neverending. We drove up a hillside onto a plateau that had some houses on it. It was sad to see yet another natural disaster plaguing the already destroyed city. We set up camp on the plateau. For some reason I had a tent in the trunk of the car from me and Hilary's road trip, so trevor and I tried to get it set up. It was hard becasue it had been raining and the ground was wet, but we tried anyway. We were just happy to be alive and above the rushing watery ground. We would have to stay up there for a little while, but our friends were with us, and we knew that we'd be okay. Then I woke up.

Papercuts in the Old Hotel

For some reason I was driving the Papercuts tour van. It was not your usual white tour van; instead, it was an old rickety yellow school bus with torn leather seats and smudgy windows that didn't roll up all the way. The beast was a bitch to drive--not only because of it's massive size, but because the brakes barely worked so I was constantly worried I'd hit something.
I finally found a parking spot right outside of an old building in a crummy neighborhood where the folks were practicing. We were in a town that was not our own--specfically in a bad part of this new town. There were a lot of run-down houses with cracked windows, chipping paint, dry dead grass, and empty streets. Right next to the building was a gigantic old hotel that any onlooker would thinkg was abandoned in the 50's, but in actuality it was still operating. I know this because it was where everyone was staying.
The place was falling apart. It was plagued with broken windows, peeling faded wallpaper, outdated mismatched antique furnishings and linens--an appearance that suggested that the hotel hadn't been touched since the early 1900s. The hallways and creaky wood staircases were dark, dingy, and set up like a confusing maze. I was staying with Claire who was in heaven at this vintage landmark. She loved the tattered quilts and chalky walls. I was not as thrilled. Everything was dirty and tired, and I longed for something fresh, cheery, and colorful. My mom was staying there too. Her room was similarly ancient and ecclectic. Her large bed was positioned under a long stretch of windows. Her room contained the usual old faded vintage sheets and comforter, bare creaky wooden floors, peeling walls, and an old vanity with an oval mirror above it. It stood at a slant right next to the bed. Upon it were old pink perfume bottles covered in dust, and a collection of scarves and jewelry left by generations of past visitors. When I approached the bed I looked through the window and was astonished. While the hotel was a dump, the views were breathtaking. The ocean was enormous and blue, and the beaches were filled with people laughing and playing. It could have still been the 50's for all the strange sports and swimsuits that I saw below. My mom and I decided we would head out to the beach. Next thing I knew we were all leaving the hotel. We had completely cleared out our rooms (to the point where they were bare of all furniture and remnants of human existence) and were headed out to explore the city--or possibly to move on to the next adventure. We went to a dinner party where there was warmth, food, gifts, and friends. And then I awoke to a clear blue sky.

Roadtrip Museum Led to Nazi Escape

I started out on a roadtrip. I was a guy, there were two of us. We resembled "Eric and Kelso" from That 70's Show. We stopped at a cafe and these two waitresses were really sweet, cute, uneducated, and chatty. They made us french toast sandwiches. We all got along really well. They seemed to hate their lives in this hick town and were much to classy for it. We took off and the girls ran out of the cafe and said they were coming with us. They looked like my friend Amber and this girl Hillary who I have a class with. They were so happy to be ditching their old lives and starting a new adventure. While in our van, Hillary told us she had had a child when she was 9 years old and was pregnant again. It was a shocker. I told Hillary that someday her life would settle down and become amazing. I told her that she was in my class at SFSU. It was weird because my actual life was paralleling this dream world and acting as a psychic tool for this girl. We were headed to St. Louis where I was gifted an old run-down museum. It was huge and amazing, but kind of daunting to think of what I would do with it and how I would pay for the renovations that would need to be done. I decided to give it to Hillary as a gift under the pretense that she turn it into a gallery/studio space and have rad events there. She was in. The only thing was that I wanted two rooms for my own. One of them was an old English room with stained glass windows and a library wall, the other was a congressional looking room. Suddenly, as I strolled outside the museum, it turned into the State Capital building. And I really wanted to turn the Congress room into a venue. We went inside the building to find it completely empty and eerily silent. As we headed towards the Congress room a mad scientist guy ran after us. We asked him what was going on and he said that he and some other resident scientists had had an experiement go badly wrong and everyone disappeared. It was true, there were backpacks and cups of coffee laying around like people were just there. We walked into the Congress room and took in the emptiness. Suddenly I heard some muffled voices. In a closed room there were people meeting. Then people in the giant room began to reappear. We tried to talk to them but they could barely see or hear us. We spread out and tried to communicate to everyone in the room and it was the same thing no matter what we did. Then a big fat mean guy showed up claiming to be the person in charge. He was taking over the Capital and was going to either kill you or spare you. He instructed everyone to line up. Me and some other people took off and ran down a creepy underground passage that the scientist showed us. I was an escapee! At the end of the tunnel, and past the labratories, I saw a massive room with tons of people headed in one direction. Apparently the Capital had a train station and was filled with Nazis and people who had been spared. The Nazi's were looking for the escapees (me) and so I had to move quick. I saw Trevor and felt thrilled. I had to get to him, so I ran and tried to blend in with others. But apparently I wasn't wearing the right thing and I got caught without a "ticket." Trevor had one but he had been spared. The woman asked me if I could play guitar. Confused by the question, I told her no but I could play piano. Her face lit up and she had me play a duet with a Nazi woman. I did pretty good I guess, played an Erik Satie song with her and emphasized harmonies. She was so impressed that she gave me a ticket in exchange for the promise that I would come back and play music with the woman for the Nazis. I said yes but knew that there was no way I was ever going back there. Trevor and I hugged and were so happy to be finally on our way home where we could be together in peace. We got our train tickets, hopped on board, and couldn't have been happier.

Half Creepy House/ Half Super Powers

In the first scene, I was best friends with Christian Siriano (winner of project runway 4).
We talked on the phone a lot and I loved that he was so sassy and into fashion and hair and stuff. Me, him, Trevor, and a few other people traveled to an old house in Monterey that was the home of a very famous family that had suffered a tragic fate. It had been a family that held slaves which were contained in their own quarters. The house was old, dingy, dark, creaky, chipped, and eerie. The slaves had been shot in their courtyard and you could see the bullet holes along the walls. It was terrible. My mother was there. She felt the holes before we continued into the house. Every room was dark. The house had been abandoned in the 1800s and everything was left exactly as it was the day the family vacated. There were old dishes, dolls, floral arrangements, altars, furniture, candles, and so on. It was like a family of dark witches had lived there with the amount of dark energy and dark materials there were. Oddly enough, one family acquaintance still lived there. I am not entirely sure, but I think it was Whoopi Goldberg. Strange, I know. But anyway, she was a being of light--meaning that she could live in house without being affected by its darkness. She had a glowing aura and was a Buddhist. Her area was like a totally different house. Through the hallway was a large open room where she lived. There was a white shag carpet, white glowing walls, sheer drapes of peach and pink, and big comfy floor pillows that faced a crackling and glowing fireplace. She was a yoga teached and a healer. Some people came to her for retreats, though it seemed strange to me since she was the caretaker of such a creepy house.
Me and my gang moved to yet another area of the house, a wood room that was dark and cramped. It was here that we were told we had special powers that needed to be nurtured and developed. We begun our training. First we were told to bend backwards and use our abs and mind to magically bounce forward. I got that one down pretty good, so did Christian and Trevor. But then he wanted us to leap insanely high and do spins and learn how to manipulate objects from a distance and do all sorts of crazy things. I didn't quite get the hang of it and I quit learning from the guy. I stepped outside for a breather when I saw a Cyclops bad guy charging the mansion. Trevor was outside too. I hollared at him to stop the beast, but then I didn't want him to get hurt so I told him to stop. The Cyclops had a red sparkly ball that I assumed was a weapon. I used my powers to nab the ball from across the parking lot and stopped him from hurting anyone. I met up with Trevor and we couldn't stop hugging and kissing. That was nice. But, when I went back inside, there were all these voices in my head whispering. It was really creepy. The trainer guy asked me what was going on. When I told him he said it was because I used my powers without being ready and thus I was feeling the evil spirits in the house and the effects of using powers when not in control of them. That was a bummer to learn. Regardless, that guy was still bugging me.
The next scene took place in an old 1800s office building. It was all wood with blue hues. It was falling apart. I guess we sold some sort of goods there, but mostly we used it as a home base for us to practice and use our powers. At some point some guy came in looking for me and for some reason I did not want to be found. I hid in a secret room that we had. I hid in just the right spots so even when he was peeking into the room through crevices and windows he couldn't see me. I hid behind desks, couches, whatever I needed to conceal me. While in hiding, I had time to look closely at the little insects that made webs in the crevices of the room. In one area there was a furry little spider-like bug. In another area there was a Ladybug. The odd thing was that the ladybug was living in a web. And the other thing was that I watched it eat its young. It was kinda weird seeing a ladybug eat its tiny little red babies. I am not sure why it was doing that, but it was kinda disturbing. The guy was still lurking around the office space, buying stuff from our store while he was there. I snuck out of the room and pretended like I was just getting home. The guy was just leaving so he didn't have to time to talk to me about whatever it was that he wanted to talk to me about. I was glad I avoided that. Then it was just me, Christian, and Trevor practicing our moves. And I woke up with a stomach ache.

Green Apple Baby in the Tropical Closet

Dreamt that trevor and i lived in an old antique house on a tropical island. there was a huge walk-in closet right next to our bedroom on the second floor. i loved getting it all set up and organized. I even added furniture so that it could double as a sitting/relaxation room. at one point dolly parton was there and she was helping me arrange the furniture. and then another woman was there because she wanted to buy an antique school desk that i had. i felt weird about it because i was sure it was worth more than she was paying me. her boss popped in and said he had purchased a school for a bargain price and needed desks. i agreed to sell it for cheap then. plus, i still had another desk that i had kept that was even older than that one. at one point it seemed that maybe i had too much furniture, but Dolly helped me sort that out. there was a window inside it that brought soft light. suddenly i was pregnant and started to give birth. it was a hard labor. i had a dula present, although i could not see her. i was looking at myself as an outsider, maybe even as the dula. oddly enough, i gave birth to three green apples. inside of one apple was a baby that was prematurely developed. the apple, of course was suddenly a lot bigger than a normal one. i thought the baby was dead. but then trevor pulled it out and started touching it's face. it's eyes opened. it was a girl. we decided to nurse it back to health. and it worked! she was the sweetest, cutest thing ever. i went to the store to buy her diapers and a ergo carrier. while i was there my sister and mother showed up. they loved the baby. we all sat down on a couch and started taking family photos. my little girl was the sweetest thing ever. i kept kissing her head and touching her hair. she was developing fast and was already making sounds like she wanted to talk. i felt very happy to be a mother.