Frisch's Dream: April 2017

One of my crazy Frisch's dreams. Was going in store with Linda after hours -she was picking up or meeting someone - in the back but we were in the front. She started futzing around the front counter area (as it was when I worked there) and I went and laid down out front but in corner (non smoking area, back in the day?). Heard people walking around talking . Once heard male voice saying hello and thought it was strange because it wasn't coming from side of bed where my phone was. It must be security guard I thought and went back k to sleep.
Then I heard someone -- male -- saying my name urgently. Ruth . Ruth. Ruth.kept saying what what what sat up in bed and yelled what. No one here no one outside
I Don't like it.

Won't go I to my reasons but 

I. 

Don't. 

Like. 

It.

clocks and lights : May 12, 2013

crazy, disturbing dreams waking me early two days in a row. Yesterday's had something to do with my dad -- didn't write It down . This morning was a light stick hung from an overhead light, if you turned and clicked It before you hung It, It would turn into neon-type lighting and create images -- faces mostly -- witch, and skull and a really ugly puffy face -- and It would come off the hook and float around the bed in a clockwork circle, changing faces (and colors) as It clicked its way around. I was glad Hailey wasn't with me to be scared of that thing. Went into the other room to tell Rex and there was a carousel and a house, all with clockwork works but everything was all wrong and in a malicious threatening way.
Then there were the two women in the bathroom -- one was an 'other woman' and the other her buddy. They were threatening me. The house magically appeared up on top of he cliff when my daughter (dream daughter, not a real one) thought of It. Pushy women, noisy toys, magic houses, and a clockwork light stuck circling the bed making evil or ugly faces.
Yeah, I'm not quite ready to go back to slep.

daddy and the sheep liver and stove

yesterday morning's dream:

 Daddy wanted me to cook lamb livers for him. He had them marinating in milk on his nightstand beside his (sick)bed. I was taking them to the stove in an iron skillet. The stove was an old fashioned monster, with drafts and flues and stovepipes and heavy metal burner covers, and It was piled high with dirty dishes and stacks of newspapers. I spilled the 'juice' off the sheep livers while trying to clear a space on the stovetop. I was going to put some in from a skillet of little livers -- probably chicken -- but when I touched that pan this black stuck figure rose up from behind the stove and It was Mother screeching about me touching her stuff and messing It all up. Then Daddy started yelling at me about not even being able to cook a simple sheep liver for him, and I started running and crying because I just can't do anything right!

mix up mish mash

 parents couples (him & wife; her & husband) having a date. Supposed to be at posh restaurant (LOL) but surprise, was at his new ashley grove style apartment.

Running along with Josh and company, and I was keeping up moderately well until I realized I was actually running.

Teeth.

Toenail clippings and teen-agers. Had a bunch of toenail clippings i had to get rid of. was mad because they weren't mine; why did I have to get rid of them? But somehow they were my responsibility. 

Was at school, trying to find a bathroom, so I could flush them. But everybody was sitting on the toilets watching the cheerleaders in the showers doing routines. 

Bathrooms were moved around, labeled wrong, toilets clogged in some, flippety flop. This was before the cheerleader shower show. They were in blue and white uniforms.

Finally ended up following some of the snob girls outside to darkened parking lot, putting toenails into my hands from out of my mouth (Yuck, Ew. Gross. WTF?) and still looking for a place to put them. Everyone stopped around a pickup truck, and I went to tailgate and was dropping bits of toenails into the bed, but when I got one hand empty I sort of reached in to swirl them around in the back of truck or poke them into cracks and crevices of the bed, the whole bed was filled with a cake. A yellow cake, with whipped icing. 

OMG, if they bit into toenails, they'd know it was me! I had to get the toenails out.

discreetly.

yeah, that don't work with whipped frosting. Nothing discreet about skimming over that for toenail clippings.