Thursday, October 18, 2012

snow causes car accidents

My best friend is in the driver's seat and I am in the passenger seat. We are driving through some really curvy roads in the mountains, thus it is a two-lane road with opposite traffic in one lane. 
All of a sudden, I realize that I'm in the driver's seat and our seats are both leaned back really far as if we're sleeping. I realize that my best friend is not maneuvering the car but I am.. with my feet!! By the time I realize this, we're on the left lane of the road heading opposite of traffic and a car is coming our way. I brake and the car goes around us but there are more cars coming towards us. Michelle and I somehow switch seats and before she even can get to the proper driving lane (on the right side), a car that was coming towards us swerves to their left and crashes against the mountains.

I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.

I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!

I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

juvie prison

It is a Friday night and I was just caught cheating for the second time on my test so the professor sends me to "juvie hall", it ends up being a large prison for adolescent girls.

I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.

The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.

Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.

One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.

I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.

I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.

One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.

I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.

And then... I wake up.


Tuesday, September 11, 2012

shower in the bedroom?

I am in a shower with glass doors in my bedroom. I am shampooing my hair and singing in the shower when I realize that my curtains are wide open, it's getting dark outside, and my lights are on. Thus, people walking on the street can see me naked!

I step out of the shower with shampoo still all over my hair and I'm trying to grab ahold of the stick thing to close the curtain. As I'm reaching up for it, trying to grab it, I hear someone outside saying, "Oh yeahhh, girl, I like it!"

I look out of my patio window and I see this tall black guy in his mid 30's staring at me with a creepy smile. I realize that I'm still naked and he's just staring at me. I throw myself down on the floor and begin to cry... I feel so violated. How could I be so stupid and close the curtains without putting on clothes first?!??!

The man walks away and I grab a towel. My curtains are broken and it's pitch dark outside now. My lights are on and everyone can see inside. I try to grab other towels to use as curtains but they're too short. I think of wrapping towels around the glass door but that doesn't work either.

And then... I wake up.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

running from a cop


My parents and I are in an abandoned parking lot. I'm checking my computer for something when a security guard comes from the back of the lot and flashes a light at us. He yells that we're not allowed to be here. My parents and I run in opposite directions.

I close my laptop and run out of the lot towards the street. As soon as I turn the corner, I start walking. I'm thinking that nobody will suspect me if I'm just a walking bystander. I guess the security guard had called for backup and a cop comes running around the corner as well. He's running towards my parents but must have realized that I was closer to his reach than they were. I continue walking hoping he doesn't suspect me but he grabs me from the back and puts my hands behind my back.

I try to explain to him that I'm a PhD student, that I can't go to jail, we didn't mean any harm, I was just checking things on my computer. I beg him not to arrest me. But he won't listen, he responds with grunts and curses at me. He doesn't care about my background, he just knows he caught a trespasser. I begin to cry and tell him I can't go to jail, my professors won't understand!

Then a guy comes out of nowhere, tall, short brown hair, around early 20's and asks the cop for help. I can tell he's trying to help me out. I think the cop suspects that too. The guy tells the cop that there's a situation and the cop should come check it out. The cop tells him he can't right now, that he needs to take me to jail first. The guy is persistent and tells the cop he has to help him. The cop finally agrees and lets go of my hands. As soon as the cop does that, the guy mouths to me, "Go!" I'm stunned and don't know what I should do. SHOULD I run from the cop? The cop looks at me and says "You better not do it," I look back at the guy and again, he tells me to go. I run off the opposite direction and start running through the crowd. The cop yells, "We'll find you, you won't be hard to find in your bright teal shirt!"
I keep running through the crowd, it's a supermarket/swap meet and there are tons of people around. I look back but the cop isn't there. I'm scared he's hiding and is going to grab me out of nowhere. I run into my dad and tell him what I've done. I take off my teal shirt since I'm wearing another shirt under. I put on a sweater and put the hood on. My dad and I walk on the street and he tells me to "act small" so that no one sees us.

We're walking back towards the buildings we had been at previously but I tell my dad that's where they'll be waiting for us. My dad tells me he has to go back to shut the TVs off. I tell him he doesn't have to. He's confused but I convince him not to go back. 

And then... I wake up.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

luxury apartment in cinci

I am walking through this luxury hotel with my cousin. She is visiting me in Cinci for a couple of days and had me come to her hotel room. We're passing a bunch of rooms that overlook one of their many swimming pools.
My cousin tells me they actually rent out some rooms here as apartment rooms and they're only $525/month! I jump at the chance and ask to see one of the rooms that are available for rent.

I am in one of the rooms being shown around by one of the staff members. The room is already furnished and I'm loving the view! I immediately tell them I'll take it.

Next thing I know, I'm already moving some of my things in the room. I realize that I haven't signed a contract or even cancelled my contract for my old studio. I haven't changed my address either for all of my bills. I then also realize that I don't have my own bathroom, I have to share with all the other people there! What have I done? Was this a mistake?

But I look outside and the 3 pools look absolutely beautiful! There's even a beach volleyball court with white, soft sand. I'm so excited to play on it! There aren't that many people around the pool and there are comfy chairs everywhere. I don't regret my decision and smile to myself for finding this place.

And then... I wake up.

Friday, August 10, 2012

invisible woman

I'm in my apartment with a man who I come to realize is my adoptive father. He is upset at me about something and his biological daughter, my sister, is trying to tell me to relax. I don't feel upset but apparently, I look and am acting really angry from what they are seeing.

I leave my room and force myself to have the power to make me invisible [I feel like with each dream, I have more ability to control my dreams]. It works, they can no longer see me. They know I've become invisible and are trying to reach their hands out to grab me. They come close but miss me by an inch. I start packing a small bag in another room, my cell phone, etc.. and I leave the apartment.

I keep walking down the street. I am in Paris. I make myself visible again and walk around the stores, looking back to make sure that my dad and sister aren't following behind.

Suddenly, I am being watched by these bad guys. I am in public so I can't risk making myself invisible in front of everyone. I keep walking in and out of stores and finally, when nobody is looking and these bad guys are right on my tail, I make myself invisible. They're looking around, trying to grab around but they just miss me. I'm standing in front of one of the guys but I duck as he sweeps his arms around and almost touches me. I manage to escape.

I go into a clothing store and make myself visible. I figured it would look weird to have clothes floating around on their own. I'm planning on buying some new clothes so the bad guys can't find me as easily. Unfortunately, I notice one of the bad guys inside the store with me, I drop down pretending to look at some bathing suit bottoms that were hung lower to the ground. He's looking around for me. I put the clothes down and make myself invisible again. He walks out of the store and I follow him. I wonder what they want from me.

He meets up with another guy but I can't hear or understand what they're saying. We are all in another store now, kind of like a Macy's. I accidentally brush up against some jackets but hope they don't notice. I keep walking but the store is so crowded with clothes that I have to brush up against more of them. The bad guys notice that. For some reason, I keep falling onto things so they are able to see where I am headed from the objects falling or moving around without anyone near it (since I am invisible). I sprint to the door that leads back to the streets. I push and it opens partially, I was supposed to pull, but there's not enough time. They are right behind me. I squeeze myself through and one of the guys jumps after me. I am no longer invisible. He grabs me but I manage to slip out of his hands and we're in the middle of the street. Cars are dodging by us and bicyclists are going around me.

I know I shouldn't make myself invisible because I'm in public but there's no other way. A car is coming towards us and the man is about to reach out for me when I make myself invisible and dodge out of the car's way. The two men are now looking for me across the street. They're heading in one direction and I just stay in one place. I keep walking and I see a man talking on a payphone. He is my boyfriend. He sees me even though I am invisible. He pretends he's talking on the phone while reaching out to give me a hug. He's going to help me escape. I see one of the bad guys nearby looking around. I tell my boyfriend no, but he keeps reaching to hug me. I know the bad guy is going to see that as suspicious... a guy on the phone trying to hug nothing. I whisper not to do that or I'm going to get caught, but he's not paying attention to me and keeps trying to hug me. The bad guy walks slowly towards my boyfriend.

And then... I wake up.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

car accident

I'm in my car just exiting a freeway. I make a right and see a gas station on the left hand side that I need to go to. I get in the middle lane where I can turn. Unfortunately, there's a huge car in front of me just stopped so it's blocking my view from seeing oncoming traffic. I slowly pull my car out, enough so I can see oncoming traffic, and there are a lot of cars coming that way. It's not safe to turn yet. Finally, I feel like there's a chance for me to get to the gas station. I pull forward a little and I see a car speeding towards me.

It's a convertible car and the driver is a lady in her late 30's to mid 40's. She is clearly on her cell phone and she doesn't brake. I close my eyes and she crashes into me. I spin 180 degrees. I open my eyes to see if other cars are going to crash into me but I am still in the middle lane so no other cars are hitting me.

Somehow, the other driver and I end up at the gas station. I was about to be polite and nice but I see that she's being rude and yelling at me saying it was my fault. I yell back and tell her she was on her cell phone and that when the cops get here, they're going to agree with me. We go into the gas station to try and get a phone or something. We're shoving each other to get in and we're pushing each other even inside the store. She says something about having already called the cops.

It's now night time and the cops are still not here. I go outside where she is and I realize she hasn't called the cops at all, she was lying to me. I yell at her and tell her I'm going to call the cops. Somebody else must have called them because 2 cop cars pull up and all the eyewitnesses to our accident is already lined up for the cops to question them. The lady and I are still arguing and I realize that she's one of the women I know from River City Correctional facility. She didn't call the cops because she had just gotten out and is on probation, this would put her back in jail. I start crying when I realize that. I ask her what the maximum time would be for her to be in jail/prison if I report her to the cops--she tells me 4-5yrs. I don't know what to do but my car is totaled. I decide that I'm still going to tell the cops because I can't afford to pay this myself.

The cops line us up and separate people into groups. My boyfriend is with me. Some guy comes to us with a tape recorder and tells us to go and tell us what happened. Words won't come out of me and I try to hold in my tears. Finally, when I start to talk, this guy tells me my time is up.

"But I haven't told you my side of the story!!!!"
Guy: "Too bad, your time is up."

I start crying even more because now the other driver has a chance to win this case if they don't hear my side. The guy now points the tape recorder to my boyfriend. My boyfriend starts telling him how we exited the freeway and we got in the middle lane to turn and then he just stops talking. I yell at him to tell him what happened but my boyfriend is speechless. Then his time is up.

And then... I wake up.