July 16. 2011.

in my dream, molly, sarah, another girl and I were floating down a river in scotland on these red rubber mats and we were looking for bears, but every mile or so, the river would be blockaded and we would have to get out and walk around it for about 2 miles or so. i was getting really annoyed, but the rest insisted that it was the right way to go. and when we were walking along the river, we bumped into neil and fiona and another woman who i apparently knew, but didn't know. and she offered to give us a ride back to the place we started, but the others wanted to keep going, so we kept walking without a destination. the weirdest part was, realizing that we were just walking down the sidewalk in edinburgh with only towels around us.

in another part of the dream i was sitting in a jeep and this guy walked up and he had a hyena for a dog and it tried to get into the car and it was really scary and he said something about it being like a spaniel and pointer blend. i remember feeling really angry with my friends.

March 17. 2010.

I was being chased by this gigantic, twenty foot tall black dog. I was driving a black jeep, trying to escape, it was accelerating at a completely impossible rate, moving so fast.

Brandon was in my dream, he was upset with me for an unexplained reason. He wasn't a zombie, I don't think I was either, but we were on an extremely high tech vessel swarmed with walking dead. I can't place whether we were in the air or on the sea. Either way we were essentially trapped. There was one other man on the ship/zeppelin who wasn't a zombie and I was trying to protect him. There was a huge plate of hot dogs and I was trying to make the zombies eat those instead of attacking him. One dead woman got into the room where he was, I was panicked. She didn't kill him, I spoke to her. She said that he told her he was carrying secrets that belonged to her sister and they were very important. If she infected him, everyone would know.

March 8. 2010.

Eric was in my dream. He picked me up in his van and we were driving down a dark dark gravel road.

I was kind of snuggled into his shoulder and thinking about how weird it was that we were together again. Hoping that things wouldn't be strange between us and that it was nice to forgive and be able to take comfort from this person that had been such a dick. Then he kind of leaned back and started slowly unhooking his belt and I realized that nothing had changed, he was still a total asshole and all he wanted was sex. I don't remember the sequence after that, but suddenly I was on the side of the road and Eric was driving away in the van, it was dark. I was in the middle of nowhere. I think he told me that he would come back for me, but I knew he wouldn't. I saw car lights coming down the road. Something told me that they were dangerous and not to be trusted. I threw myself into the thick, prickly bushes that lined the gravel road side. I burrowed back as far as I could hoping that I would be out of sight. The lights stopped in front of my hideout. I tried to stop breathing and held entirely still. Footsteps moved around the side of the van. Three young black men emerged from the darkness. They were obviously looking for something. Suddenly I became aware of two other people, also hidden in the bushes. The men drew guns and fired 3 shots. The two people fell, slumped over into the brush. The third shot hit the ground at my feet and I held back a scream. The shooters lingered for a moment and ran back to their vehicle and sped away. I was absolutely terrified and didn't know what to do. More lights approached, but this time from a different direction. A van full of homeless people, all dressed oddly stopped just a few feet away and beckoned for me to come over. I got up, feeling somehow secure that they wouldn't hurt me. They told me that they were on their way to Tennessee to go antiquing. They asked me to come along. There were so many strange characters in the van, it reminded me of the film MicMacs, the one I saw with Chris. Somehow in my dream, a second van full of equally eccentric people was asking me along on their trip as well. Except I think they were going to thrift stores in Alabama. While I was deciding who to go along with, and trying to figure out how to do both, Jaime texted me and it woke me up. What a weird dream.

While we were in Prague I had a dream that I was arguing with a man in Czech. I dreamed that I was Czech and could speak the language, I've never been able to speak another language in a dream before.

February 25. 2010.

Dreamed about a lynx for the second time since I've been in Scotland. I could speak to them. I was in Charlottesville with two flat tires on my bike, but trying to ride it anyways. It was as if I didn't realize what the problem was. Graham came and helped me. He took me to a house where a party was going on. Brandon was there, but he was angry with me for being with someone else. My mom and dad told me they were splitting up.

February 9. 2010.

It started in these elevators, I was trying to get to a specific floor. I think I was spending the night in the hotel with a few other people. Someone rang the doorbell. It was one of my flatmates, they said I got a package. It was full of chocolate bars from my mom.

my dream changed then. Something was happening. I was in Richmond, but people were fleeing, we were being summoned to this weird competition. Rebecca was a part of it and so many people from Richmond were there. Suddenly, I had a mountain bike.

Flash forward to Molly and my brother skyping my parents and I from Turkey. Molly was there was school, my brother on a dig. Molly was telling us that she had been going to dangerous places and that there was a cocaine problem in Turkey and she was worried about my brother.

Flash forward, so many young children. Rebecca was asking them questions as they waited in line for a huge, steep water slide. Rebecca was wearing a black lace onesie with footies. I watched as she slid down the slide, toes pointed, as if demonstrating to the children. Two young brothers followed suit.

What was happening in Richmond? Why was the world ending?

February 8. 2010.

I had the most amazing dream last night. It was pure, unadulterated fantasy. I haven't had many dreams since I've been in Scotland and it's worrisome. I think it's because I've been drinking so much. But this dream, this could have been one of my best dreams ever. It played out like a fantastic fairy tale or fantasy novel. I can hardly remember any of it. I remember elephants walking, I was watching their skin and the way it moves while they walk. I think I was watching from above, in a hot air balloon.

January 20. 2010.

Since I've been in Edinburgh, my dreams have been disturbing, strange, and impossible to remember. They slip out of my head like fog over ice.