Gas station meat and I'm not pretty

When I contemplated starting a blog of my dreams, I had some fears about it.  Primarily, I was afraid that, in defiance, my subconscious (or the Sandman or the BFG) would either stop supplying me with fantastic dreams or make them extremely banal (as in the case of my friend who has nightmares consisting of being unable to balance his checkbook).  It seems, however, that the opposite has happened.  My dreams are so complex most nights that it is terribly difficult to even put them into words when I wake up, much less record them in a way that makes sense.  I'm still going to try to write bits of them, but I guess I need to realize and accept that it's not going to work for me to tell all dreams in story form.

That said, here's last night's:
It included my boyfriend not liking me, and then later an ex-boyfriend also didn't like me (clarification: wouldn't have sex with me).  Someone random explained to me that I'm not pretty, using mathematical proofs and diagrams to explain this fact.  There was also a sad elephant, which is always horribly depressing.
Nearer to the end, the theme was me, boyfriend (who would spontaneously turn into the ex from earlier in the dream and then back into himself), and my younger brother visiting a gas station.  We bought two packages of raw meat, which Ex-bf ate a couple of handfuls of.  Somehow I managed not to throw up all over the counter when he did that.
I also had to work to convince my brother that he didn't need to buy two travel-sized tubes of toothpaste.  I think he still bought one, though in awake-world-retrospect, he didn't need that.  Come to think of it, buying opened packages of raw ground beef wasn't the best idea either.

performing with elephants

**Here's another blog post import from a past blog.**

7/10/11

I dreamed I was in a sketch comedy stage show for schoolkids. The cast was roughly 30 people. In the sketch about invasions, my line, delivered in a ridiculously whiny voice, was, "But Rome never let us leave last time!"
I have no idea what that is about.
There were also animals for the circus sketch: I found three baby elephants wandering around and was overjoyed.
They were about the size of baby goats when I found them, but they could shrink even smaller to be the size of dimes. When they were that small, they were just images of elephants on round white erasers. This delighted me, since it meant I could carry them everywhere in my pocket! However, because I didn't understand what magic made the elephants able to do this, I wasn't sure that they wouldn't get squished or suffocate in my pocket. My solution was to tie the erasers together (as if they were marching trunk-to-tail) and carry the trio in my outstretched palm.
The trick to getting the calves to grow again was simple: love them.  When it was time to rehearse the animal skit, I laid the erasers in a line in the floor backstage. Kneeling down, I put my face close to the first eraser. I whispered loving affirmations to the tiny elephant while petting him and slowly he grew, with the others following.
This took place a few times during the course of rehearsals and the performance. I eventually tried paying as much attention to the second and third babies, since I noticed they didn't seem to be getting quite as large as they were when I found them.
The guilt of neglecting elephant calves is heart-shattering.
Somehow, yarrow plants also featured, with mythical alpaca-like animals who survived on them. They were too unpredictable to have in our stage show.