Lika’s Log

This place is turning out to be a “dream” log, but hey; maybe I’ll learn something about myself other then the obvious.

I dreamed: I got stranded in Las Vegas during Bike Week or Bike Fest, whatever its called. Its LV’s yearly motorcycle rally. Anyway I was there all by my lonesome, I had a backpack and a jacket. I put it down, and somebody walked away with my backpack. They left my jacket. The jacket was like one Eskimo jacket had fur around da hood. I remember feeling disconnected. Thats all I remember.

Lame huh? I do think I have lame dreams. No details, no rhyme or reasons, just goofy. Although some psychotherapist may come in here an analyze what all my dreams are about. Probably figure out I belong Kaneohe or something.

Disconnected. Yup thats me. Disconnected as in outta da loop maybe. What loop might that be? Da Lolo Loop perhaps? Perhaps. *L*

For the record I don’t own an Eskimo-ish jacket. None of my coats have a hood with fur on it. Bike Fest is the weekend of the 16th I think. Then the week after its Street Vibrations in Reno. Lot of people go down to LV’s rally then head north to Reno’s rally.

Have you ever driven LV to Reno or vice versa? Five or six hours of nothing, well actually 4 gas stations and 6 Brothels, I think. It is ugly boring. One person told me it reminded them of Iraq. Its just a whole lotta desert. Not even pretty desert, its ugly ass hotter then hell desert.

A few months back I had this dream that one of my Use2B co-workers was pregnant and had a baby girl. I saw myself playing with this baby girl who had curly hair and big brown eyes just like my friend KR. So I emailed everybody in the departmetnt & 3 who don’t work their anymore; and asked “Who’s pregnant?”

Well I got a response from one of the girls who use to sit next to me. I was there all the time she couldn’t concieve, she did concieve, morning sickness, serious cravings, even moe serious attitude adjustments. We use to crack up in our own little world, people did not get it, “our humor”.

Anyway she is hapai with #3 and she really wants a girl. So then she emailed me back telling me she was hapai and it betta be one girl. I was afraid it wouldn’t be. But den she went & got the sonogram and yes, it is a girl.

Today I get an email from KR telling me, oh I forgot to tell you I am pregant too and it is a girl. OMG her babygirl was da one I saw in my dreams. eeee I’m Psychic. Not.

I think we all have premonitions and have a sixth sense and all that good pyschic stuff. But our sixth sense is like over shadowed by all the distractions of everyday life and a lot of times we don’t listen, pay attention or even remember.

My dreams are inconsistant. I don’t always remember them. If I don’t write it down right away wen I wake up, its usually lost. I will go for months not dreaming or not remembering I dreamed. Then I will go months dreaming regularly and remembering.

Last month I dreamed one of my friends died. I woke up kind of freaked out. In one sense I know the dreams don’t literally mean what it seems, then again you never know. I was wondering if I should call that friend but it would have freaked me out even more if it had been the truth. So I was expecting bad news because I knew I would have gotten a call from my other friends to tell me. It never happened. Friend is still kicking.

Daughter #2 has very intense vivid dreams, every now and then she will call outta da blue 4:00 am in the morning, crying about this and that and it was so real and I’m scared. And I gotta talk her down anden we start cracking up & crying. I swear real heart attack kine, 4:00 am wake up call.

She always reminds me that her dreams come true, blah blah blah. And I have to remind her, when do they come true? Yeah way later, like deja vu kine. Its rarely something immediate or an exact time or date. It happens but it could be years before it actually does and when it does, its more deja’vu den tragedy. With her its anixety attack kine dreams.

It all started small keed time wen da dang haole girl neighbor told her dat da devil lives in da closet. OMG dat child had nightmares regularly and I remind her of dat times and she don’t even remembah her just laugh. I’m like wasn’t funny to me, I had to wake up in da middle of da night.

I think dreams keep us sane or close to it. Its mental release of something or other that we don’t process wen we are awake. Then there’s those ada kine of dreams dat………………………..um’neva mind! *L*