Miley Cyrus and Knowing ppl

My friend and I were at a concert for miley Cyrus but we were working backstage.

This guy walks in and presents a hostage like situation where miley had to allow him to create a plaster face of herself and he would wear it and preform as her on stage. She didn't want to but she obliged.

We helped him with his makeup and she just looked sad.

My friend and I stole up to the nosebleed section to watch where some kids were playing with buckets and balloons. The balloons were different and you could see strange things if you looked at the worked through them.

While we were up there, wealthy football players should up. We ended up chatting with them in their elongating convertible cars that seemed to hold a few but then stretched out to hold 20 or so. I guess they were going to go party with miley.

When we left I had parked on some dirt lot nearby. My best friend chantal, my friend from the concert, and myself started back to the car. Chantal ended up driving and we pulled up next to one of the wealthy girls or gold diggers from the party. She said she was having a party soon and would invite us. She showed us the invitations but drove off when the light turned green. She threw them out the window and said "if you can get them you can come!" The street was busy so there would be no way to come and get them later with out playing frogger.

Somehow I caught all 3 and when I pulled my hand back into the car I showed my friends and no one could understand how.

We got back to the dirt lot where some old racecars were. I said how I'd love to drive one.

We got out to talk to the guy about my car because he had my keys. Another guy was right there talking about the second Thor movie. I said I'd never seen it and tried to invite myself to watch it with him.

He walked off and then I tried to say how I knew everyone all the time everywhere I went. I tried to ask if the guy was related to friends, one guy in the mix looked like my friend and I said as much but was told I was unfamiliar and we didn't know each other. Another guy walked up whom I thought to be the guy I thought looked familiar and when I went to hug him, he stood there looking down at me and I realized he didn't know me. He walked away rather quickly after that.

Camille Elizabeth

My dream opens with me being pregnant.

I knew I was due at any moment and was not looking forward to labor but was desperate to meet my little girl who I had decided would be named Camille Elizabeth.

I was walking towards an exit of a building when my water broke and she came out at the same time. We were still attached but I knew we were safe bc I was holding her in my arms. I felt her fragility and was afraid of dropping her constantly or people running into me while holding her.

I was trying to get to my car to get to the hospital, surprisingly calm. I was walking towards the exit and ppl were asking me about her and some friends saw and insisted on bring me to the hospital. We some how got her in a car seat, which she seemed to know how to move her little arms into position like she'd been doing it for years. I was constantly worried about something yanking the umbilical cord and her being hurt, but my friend Simone was worried about it just getting dirty. I didn't care because I wasnt planning on saving it.

One of the girls with us told us how her mom or someone she knew saved "a kink" of the cord for sentimental purposes. I thought that incredibly weird.

I didn't know if I could breast feed yet so I let her suck on my finger til we got to the hospital where I knew they'd teach me how to breast feed.

Feverish, old school, And hail

I was home for the weekend because there was a birthday party I was obligated to attend. The next day (monday) I woke up feeling rather ill. I felt weak and as if I couldn't get comfortable...like I had a fever.

My mom was saying something to me about enjoying the beautiful day, and I said I didn't even know what today was. She said it was monday the 12th. I knew I had an hour drive home but I just felt so sick.

I decided icwoulsnt drive back just yet and would skip my first class (accounting). When I told my mom this she looked at me and said something about if I didn't go I wouldn't lose weight. Something like "dont you want your classmates to see your progress? If they dont see it you'll never lose weight."

I was appalled and angered by her saying such ludicrous things. I stomped off back to my room where I found a blackish fluffy cat. I went to pet it and it ran into my brother's room where a guy I was in youth group with was staying.

He wasnt in there at the time so I sat on his floor and played with three cats including the blackish one. When josh came in, he flipped on the lights rather quickly and scared the cats. They stayed on me though until he ran at them to scare them out of his room by dumping my suitcase out on them

The cats jumped off me and ran. One had peed in the corner near josh's bed and another had peed on me. I yelled at him about why scaring cats like that is wrong and how now there's pee everywhere. Granted I was happy they peed by the head of his bed.

I looked at josh and said "you've changed so much. You used to be nice....what happened?!"

I left while he had that "I know what your saying is right but I dont think I'm that bad...am I?" look on his face.

I attempted to fix my stuff again and arrange it to look decent again. I had to switch to my thin night shirt so I could wash my other clothes. When I walked back upfront my mom was leaving to bring someone home.

I walked them out and as i came back i saw a sketchy man looking at me. I casually walked to where he couldn't see me then bolted for the door hoping he wouldn't be able to tell which house I had gone into. I locked the door/gates behind me. But before I could get back in my room two of the people that were staying at the house ran down the driveway to get in.

The girl had shaving cream on her face as if she had been cut short shaving. And the guy just looked like he was ready for a drink. I let them in and the scene changed to more of a late 1800s look. I was the outcast among a group of people that wore dresses that went to their necks and wrists and men that wore white long johns under overalls and/or pants with suspenders and little gray berets.

They were so kind and were playing songs for me. One lady said she could play it better on the guitar so I offered her mine. She accepted and I ran to grab it from my room.

In the midst of grabbing my guitar for her I ended up going instead on a Walmart run with my brother, cousin, josh, and one other person. When we got there the skies looked really scary, a storm that would open up at any moment.

I got out the car and decided to get some energy out and danced a bit in the parking lot. As I was dancing I saw Ryan pull up with a couple friends in his car. My heart didn't stop nor jump start as i thought it would. I knew I couldn't avoid seeing him because he had already seen me.

We were about ready to leave to I started walking back to the car and was ready to see him and say hi. The gods be good, I passed near some rather tall vehicles where I would have made eye contact with him. I made it back to the car without having to say anything.

For some reason the person in the front seelat decided to sit in the back with josh, my cousin, and I. Josh had to put his arm around me to keep from being smushed. Josh had insisted we close the sunroof and just as we drove out the lot, it hailed. Huge golf ball sized hail came barreling at us. I yelled for Rickey to slow down  or just stop entirely. But as soon as it had begun we were through it. Josh and I were rather close as the hail had startled us. Josh said it was good thing my arms aren't long so I couldn't reopen the sunroof when I had wanted to.

I had caught a piece of the hail right before the roof closed. We looked at it and then we realized how close we were (his hand was on my leg and his arm was around me). He shifted so as to not be so close to me because we had just fought earlier that day.

We drove for a while the wrong way hoping to be able to not have to go through the storm again.

The dream ends.

Funds and witches

My dad was becoming a pastor for some reason. I didn't have a job because I'm in school.

Some where in the midst of this mu family went broke as a joke and my parentsntold.me I'd have to get a job to support them. My mom said it first and my dad said that we had $20,000 in the church benevolent fund. But that had been being used and we no longer had it. When my mom showed him the fund statement there was $400 left in it.

At some point I had run off stressing about getting a job. I ended up walking through the back of campus with some friends. I hadn't talked to my parents in a while. It was really muddy. I finally got to the hotel I was looking for or something....

(Skip) I was driving my car to the Nissan dealership hoping they could give me a new tire. When I got there I had to go into this hotel of sorts to find it. The elevators were strange. One sent just down to the first floor and there were another set that only went up to the second and third floor. When I found where I needed to be, it was foggy and looked like an infirmary of sorts. There's were hospital beds with the scratchy sheets all over.

Then I found myself sitting in pews at some type of mass. But it wasnt catholic. The people thought I was weird and said nice things in critical ways. I didn't kneel when the rest did and it was obvious I wasnt there because I meant to be.

When I left I ended up back on campus (skip back).

I was wondering through some woods or something and ended up with some friends. We were teamed up and told to take care of some trees. The guy I was with looked at out tree and called it a maple something. But it wasnt what he called it because the lumber master said that after we easily pushed them over and uprooted them. My partner hugged me. Then offered me a high five which I took. But then he offered what I thought could be a low five had we not just high fived. I hoped he didn't want to hold my hand so I slapped it again.

In the ground near the trees, I found something that said "for the red magic." I associated it with the Blair witch project and thought we might be in trouble if the witch comes by. We walked through the grove after falling more trees and I was trying to explain about the Blair witch and we should be wary. No one paid me any mind and we ended up in this small old house. It had an old western feel. Chandeliers and candlebras. Large round tables and everything was dark brown and the windows were six paned. There was a fireplace too.

Suddenly the witch was at the entrance where the trees were. She said we were now her prisoners and could not leave. She magically undid the electricity in the house. We would live like it was the old western times.

Everyone was scared and was trying to get in touch with mothers to tell them they wouldn't see them again. Our curse was for us to be here for 50 years. The witch's prisoners for 50 years.

She moved us to a place near the river in New Orleans. I tried to get in touch with my mom there. Knowing a way my mom could rescue me if she read the clues right. I only had 20% battery left on my phone so every text counted. And I couldn't let the witch know what I was up to.

She had magically fixed the emergency brake on the car to not be able to move. But I tried to drive it to where I could get a better signal anyway. My heart was racing the whole time knowing this could end my life. I tried to call my mom and text her to tell her I would never see her again but only texts went through. She was confused and hurt thinking I had run away. She asked why but when I tried to text her about the witch it wouldn't work.

Somehow I think I got free because I was on my bridge (the scariest of all bridges in my dreams). It was high traffic time and I just wanted to go home.  I kept driving trying to get home. My car always feeling out of control. A woman asked me questions about how to get somewhere.

It seemed like I was just looping the bridge over and over. I know I drove it at least 3 times.

The dream ended.

My Leg Needs to be Amputated

I woke up in my dream. I knew I was late for something and for a moment I was aware I was dreaming and made a mental note to blog about my inception dreaming as it happens often.

We had decided to go to the lagoon. Chantal, myself, my brother, and Chantal's ex. Somehow he had wiggled his way back into our lives and was going to take her to this formal thing that was happening on the lagoon later. At first she wasnt cutesy with him, but when they became cuddly I couldn't not say something.

When we docked at the lagoon, we went to explore the island. There had been talk of the natives not getting along with the alligators and crocs. There was even rumors of one of the leaders having his leg bitten clean off. I thought how horrible that would be and imagined myself in that scenario.

I had told off Chantal's ex at some point and he had gone back to the boat. He said he would just wait but I was paranoid so I hurried back to the boat and asked my brother and chantal to hurry ad well. What if he had stolen the boat?! What if it wasnt there?! It would be so expensive to get back. Chantal kept saying it was going to be there and Dan wouldn't steal it.

Fortunately is was there, but he was on it so I jumped into the water because I didn't want to take my time getting there. I wanted to make sure he didn't steal the boat. Him and I fought over whether he could even take chantal to the ball thing. Eventually she agreed with me and told him it wasnt going to happen. He pouted the rest of the time until we were back home and he disappeared.
There was some point when the dream transitioned to my being with my more country friends in baton rouge in the outlying areas of LSU. I had this revelation that my leg would be bitten off.

I wanted to do everything in my power to avoid that, but somehow I ended up back at the lagoon. The tarzan-like friend I had told me stories of the alligators. The tribe leader had warned me. I was being careful until my canoe/kayak flipped into the water and I tried to climb onto a big leaf. The tribespeople came to help me until I said how the alligators were being tricky today. They ran off saying had I said crocs they'd stay to help me but the alligators here were ruthless.

I started to panick and tried to go up a tree. Immediately the alligator jumped from the water and bit down hard on my leg. It let go instead of pulling me with it.

My leg remained attached but I dared notnlift my long denim skirt to see the damage. I knew there would be ligaments and tendons and flesh hanging. Somehow I got back to my "friends."

One of them was named Kristin. She knew how bad my leg was and said she was going to call the ambulance.  We kept seeing the ambulance and fire trucks passing every few minutes going this way and that. She said they wouldn't answer the call anyway bc they were so busy so she would wait to call. I had no say so because I had lost my phone in the lagoon and couldn't walk.

Later when we were with other friends, Kristin left me with them. No one really knew about my leg so they thought when I was trying to say my leg was going to probably have to be amputated, they just ignored me.

I kept trying to interrupt but country men are difficult to interrupt and convince them of something they dont believe. At one point when I started to get very scared because we were around a bunch of ditches and bridges I knew I would never be able to get back over, I yelled at them,"MY LEG IS GOING TO HAVE TO BE CUT OFF UNLESS I GET TO THE HOSPITAL ASAP BECAUSE AN ALLIGATOR BIT IT EARLIER!" They all stopped and stared at me in disbelief until they realized the truth in my words.

They looked at my foot and saw it swollen and purpley. They saw where the road was (over ditches and small little 2 x 4s that held the bridge steady). Immediately they became my crutches. We tried to walk back to the road to be able to call an ambulance. I was scared they'd want to carry me across the ditch. I didn't want them to have to carry me because I weigh so much I was afraid they might drop me.

Somehow we ended up at some offices. I was put on a bench and told to wait. My foot had started feeling "asleep" by now and I knew I'd more than likely lose my leg.

It hurt so badly and I was so scared. When the ambulance still didn't show, I went to the receptionist and harshly and directly told.her to call the ambulance NOW. Not in a few minutes but now because my leg needs attention immediately. The girl.that had helped me to the desk saw people she knew and one of them told the other she looked good and must've lost weight. One told me the same and suddenly my "crutch" was upset no one had said anything to her. Fearing she might peace out, I quickly said I had noticed but didn't want to say anything if not.

I then had to go to the bathroom so I somehow made it to them. A strange guy from a tour group was going to. He was talking to my in the stall and tell me I picked a good one or something. When I finally was able to leave and rejoin my waiting for the ambulance...which I had resigned myself to the knowledge it was never coming...I was washing my hands and heard strange noises. I turned around and the guy was masturbating heavily in the stall. I left the bathroom as quick as I could.

When I got back to my bench, Leonard from big bang theory was there and was explaining to me/penny that was the guy's restroom because in nerdom a sword on the door means men.

The dream ends.