dreamy

6/7/2009- genre: starring in my own movie…this dream is a little foggy, because I didn’t write it down right away, but it was a fun one. I had moved to a ski town with all of the other PCTs in my group. It was kind of like if the kids from Saved by the Bell had gone on a ski trip together (did they?). We all went skiing in the morning before school one day (apparently I can ski in my dreams), and on our way through the lodge before we left, one of the kids from my training group told me that I had a note waiting for me at the front desk. It was sort of cryptic, go to this house at this time, but I guess I knew what it meant, and was a little scared. When I get to this house, my archenemy from school, Lindsay Lohan, is there too, with the same note. All of a sudden, what I can only describe as the wind, or ghosts, or spirits, grab on to us and we’re being pulled away into the unknown. Fortunately I have the good sense to grab onto the handrail of the stairs where we were, and they leave through a black hole of sorts without me, with Lindsay. Not sure what this one means, but it was really vivid at the time.

Charting my cholorquine dreams

I plan on posting some of the bizarre dreams my malaria medicine has been giving me(those tame enough for internet publication at least)...here is the first:

5/29/2009- genre: TERRIFYING…Wild Birch Farms had somehow become a new Neo-Nazi hotspot. At some point my entire family was running for our lives when we ran into a parade that was going through the main road in the condos. It was a bizarre, New Orleans, funeral style procession, and everyone was in crazy costumes and masks, and a horn band was playing with a sad trumpet and a pronounced tuba, and I could see the Nazis slipping in between the performers in the parade, giving secret hand signals and commands. And then the first person was killed. And there was blood. And the Nazis rallied. And I woke up and heard that sad trumpet and pronounced tuba playing, and was terrified for a moment that dream life and real life had in fact collided. So I clicked on my headlamp to check my clock, which read 4am. But my panic quickly subsided as I realized it was Mother’s Day in Nicaragua, and the festivities had begun.