The Tide is High

I was looking out on the beach and saw a giant wave form and crest, knocking a wedding off kilter. The bride and her bridesmaids were running up the beach to stay dry. Some of their friends were trying to move the tent, with dinner set up, to higher ground. 

The scene became more and more chaotic. The tide was really high and waves were now crashing into my home. I couldn't believe how aggressive they were. Water was getting all over my wood floors. Neighbors were going nuts. Someone started trying to put pieces of wood planks over the windows. There were tons of people in my apartment - some strangers, some neighbors, and some people from the wedding party. I noticed a gift box, probably for the wedding. There were trinkets in there as well as someone's passport. I decided to save it and I'd hopefully call the person once it subsided. Percy, the cat, was standing on her hind legs and meowing for me to pick her up. The waves kept coming.

It's Good to be the King

I was at some sort of reading. May have been for Michelle. She was there, as was Mel, Lois, Max, Kevin, etc. There was some sort of panel afterwards and Stephen King was on that. When that ended, Mr. King was sitting by himself in a corner, and I was talking to the gang. Kevin picked me up by my boots and carried me over to Stephen King, depositing me on his lap. One of my boots came off - it was carmel-colored and had a little heel. Stephen King said, "This is quite an introduction!" and he was laughing, but I was so embarrassed. I moved over to the empty chair next to him. We started talking and making each other laugh. At one point, someone from one of my classes came over to me and started talking about her work. It was insufferably boring. I finally interrupted her and said, "Excuse me, I'm in the middle of a conversation." King and I continued talking and then another student, a guy, came over and started yammering to me. This time, Stephen King excused himself and walked away. I was so mad. The guy finally shut up and I put my boot back on just as Stephen was coming back.

War and Grape Seed Oil

Was living somewhere other than L.A. Maybe Israel? I had just moved there and was unpacking boxes. A roommate and her mother came to the door and started unpacking their things when all of a sudden war planes were overhead and tons of tankers were driving by. It was so sudden and unsettling. The roommate said, "Now is the time that they are going to force us to consume only grape seed oil." I didn't understand. She clarified that too much of that oil can cause breast cancer and that's why they were forcing us to consume it. I was frustrated that I was so far from home and unable to speak to my parents. I kept thinking that I usually consumed olive oil so perhaps I wouldn't have so much grape seed oil in my system. 

Up, Up and Away

My friend Katie and I were flying to New York. In the middle of the flight, the plane lowered way down and seemed to be landing on mountains. I noticed there was a sort of roller coaster ramp that we were landing on. I assured Katie that I'd been on flights that have done this before. The plane landed for a little and then was gearing to take off again, but it wasn't gaining enough momentum to make it up the ramp. I kept repeating that it was going to be fine.

(side note: I've had this dream before, but not in years, and with different traveling companions)

Walking the Cat

Was walking my cat on a leash through an area of Westwood I'd never noticed before. It was full of lakes and bridges and greenery. As we walked over a bridge, the cat spotted something and leapt down a hill. It was a long leash, so I didn't lose her. 

At some point later on in our walk, a big German Shepherd spotted us and came bounding toward us. As it approached I said very sternly, "Sit!" and I think the cat said something to me like "Wow, you think that will work?" But it did. The dog sat. I looked at it's tags to see to whom it belonged and I asked the cat to pass me my cell phone so I could call the owner.

Plucking Plastic

I was at a beach party and there were little things poking out of my hands, the back of my palms, and as I plucked them out, they were long, toothpick-sized plastic and metal things. The more I plucked them, the more appeared. Some had blood on them. I kept standing them up in the sand. My friend Chrissy was nearby, sitting with friends. I called her over to see what was coming out of my hand. She said she'd look eventually. One of the pieces I plucked was bigger than the rest and had ornate paper cut-outs. When I got it out of my hand, I jostled it around a bit and found that it expanded into a paper lantern.

Baby in a Cereal Box?

I was visiting friends. The woman was feeding her newborn baby on her bed and the baby slipped down the bed, which was tilting at an angle. The mom caught the baby by the collar and we were all laughing about it. She continued feeding the baby and we were talking about what had just happened, when the baby slipped again, but this time out of sight. The husband and I were searching all over for the baby but could t find him. The mom kept saying "oh my god, the baby's dead, I killed the baby". I was beginning to think she was right and was starting to panic but then at the foot of the bed there was a cereal box and I grabbed it and shook it and all of a sudden the baby's head popped out confused but laughing.