Welcome to my dreams. I'm a big dreamer. I fly a lot (power lines are sometimes a hassle) and swim with whales a lot. I've also been known to have prophetic dreams, though rare. The most intense one being the dream I had of NYC burning and being bombed a few weeks before 9/11. I didn't even remember it until my therapist reminded me. Anyway, below is not creative writing, mind you, simply a recounting of my dreams. Feel free to email me your dream analyses.

VICKIE'S DREAM - March 12, 2005
For some reason I was parking Teddy Larkin's car. I was in a strange town and was supposed to catch up with Teddy, Dan and the rest of the group. The town was sort of abandoned, dirty, dilapidated and crime-ridden. Very ghetto. I pulled into a dirt parking lot with chain link fence all around it. All of the cars that had been parked there were all stripped and vandalized. I knew if I left Teddy's car there it would be, too. Someone or something caught my eye and motioned me toward another hidden, more private parking lot within the larger one... this one had even higher chain link and barbed wire and was hidden from view, dug into the earth somewhat. I pulled in and parked. As I walked toward the gate I noticed a dugout, with jail bars on it. It reminded me of the old western town at Knott's Berry Farm, but it was dirty and smelly and looked as if homeless people stayed there. It was very creepy. I noticed a glossy black and white 8x10 photograph, an actor's headshot, on the ground in the dugout and was intrigued because it seemed out of place and shiny. I poked my head in and wanted to grab it but the vibe of the dugout freaked me out and I backed out quickly and left.

VICKIE'S DREAM - March 9, 2005
I was with a group of around 8 or 10 friends, nighttime. It was as if we were waiting on the sidewalk for the valet or something, or maybe deciding what to do next. Two small children were crossing the street toward us, little girls. They were looking right at me and were walking directly to me. I could tell they were intent on me, noone else, and I wondered what two small children were doing out late at night without a parent. When they reached me, they looked up at me and I noticed that one of them was actually older, she was the mother of the other one but they were both about the size of a 2 or 3 year old. The daughter looked up at me and said, "you're very careful, aren't you?" I was a little surprised and had no idea what she was talking about but I was mesmerized by her. I crouched down and picked her up under her arms, standing her on my thigh and looking into here eyes. "What, honey?" I said to her. She repeated herself and all I could think of was that I wanted to take her home with me, but she wasn't mine. That was it.

VICKIE'S DREAM - February 4, 2005
I dreamed I was sexually ravishing Madonna. She wasn't stopping me, and I wanted her bad. I was ripping at her clothes, grabbing and biting at her. I think I was at some party and found a bathroom or closet to push her into. I had her up against a wall. I was being very aggressive. (Just so you know, I've never had a lesbian sexual experience in my life, but if Madonna or Angelina Jolie wants to get down with me, Dan says it's okay.)

VICKIE'S DREAM - January 14, 2005
At first I'm on a beach by a cliff with large waves coming in. Everyone warning me to run away. I got sacked by water but made it up the cliff. At the top of the cliff we (Dan and I and my cat Lucy) were at a friend's house who lived there. People were evacuating, we had to leave. someone suggested I leave Lucy in the house that she'd probably be safer. But I'd have none of it. I put her in a purse/bag to take with me and keep her close. I came to the city. There were tall glass buildings, bridges and waterways going through it leading to the ocean. It was a clean city. Not NY or Nashville. Maybe Seattle, but not quite. The bridges and railings were white. We all knew somehow that you shouldn't stand next to the windows if you were in the office buildings even though they had reflective glass--you couldn't totally trust it. Someone still might shoot at you. Suddenly I was up in one of those buildings. I didn't care and wasn't scared so I went up to the windows to look out. I looked down and saw that the waterways were jam-packed with submarines! Big huge submarines, hundreds of them, bumping into one another on their way out to sea. They were being deployed.

VICKIE'S DREAM - December 19, 2003
Dan and I are at a huge RV park. We are supposed to perform in their theatre/cafeteria/bar. The RV's are all parked end-to-end under large tarps. There are tons of RV's and people on vacation. The night we are to perform, we show up and the stage is littered with equipment, some of it still in the audience area. There is a house band. The mic stands are on the floor in front of the stage and we are supposed to start. I bend down to sing into the mics and we do two songs, the second one is "Don't Tell Me What To Do" and we sound great but I am kneeling on the floor. There aren't many people there yet and there are many acts to come. We are supposed to get a couple hundred bucks. Before I start the next song, I ask if the mic stand can be brought up onto the stage so I can reach it. People scramble to fix it, someone closes the curtains and we are behind it while they set it up in front. I step out from behind the curtain to check if we should start the next tune and two little girls are singing into the mics. The booker runs up and apologizes to me saying that the park has lost so much money this weekend, even the lemonade woman has only sold candy bars and no lemonade which is where she makes her profit. It's a bust for her so she has to let the park patrons perform and can't pay any of the performers, she says something about having to tax them.

VICKIE'S DREAM - December 13, 2003
I am a delivery person...I wear skates. I am delivering the door of a taxi somewhere and there are many hills I have to skate up..but I am a good skater and I go fast. The door is heavy. I get back to the "dispatch" office and am in the cafeteria for lunch. I order the beef stew and the special dessert that everyone is raving about. The desert is strange, different vegetables (each person gets only one vegetable, like a yam or carrot) with this sugary sauce on it. I get a cabbage leaf and can't believe this is what people are so excited about but I will try it. After lunch I am talking with a co-worker, a large man not in good health, and I see behind him through a door...there is a room back there I never knew about...a huge room. I go in and the guy follows me. I begin to fly, the ceilings are high...like 50 or more feet, the windows are floor to ceiling and I can see a courtyard with another identical wing on the other side of the courtyard. There is a loft up very high and a platform that hangs from the ceiling with pillows. It's all decorated in a hippie decor and I can see this is where the partyers hang out. There are three guys in here with me now and I am talking to them about what a great place this is but something doesn't feel right. I am up on the large hanging platform, high above the ground, no railings so it's scary. I am looking out the windows onto the courtyard. The ocean is right outside, too. Suddenly a tidal wave comes and washes everyone away that was playing and picnicing in the courtyard! I start to leave (flying and skating) but the three guys turn out the lights so I can't see. They are chasing after me, I think to rape me, grabbing at my ankles as I fly toward the door back to the office area. I am slipping away from them.

VICKIE'S DREAM - December 12, 2003
I am acting in a play. They ask me to come be in it last minute. I don't have to know the lines. All they want me to do is be funny, ad lib, make funny faces and react to the other actors and I'm good at that. I don't even have to make sense in the context of the play..great! We take a break and I have to find my way through a huge flea market with large parking garages and escalators...the neighborhood is a very bad one, industrial and there are characters you have to watch out for. Next thing I know I am with the cast in a small boat in a canal of some kind...with neighborhoods on either side. We are slowly floating peacefully down the canal when I notice that my belly button has something in it. I try wiping it off when my skin pulls apart slightly and a small, tail-like thing, about 4 inches long pops out. We all freak out a bit as I quickly push it back in thinking it's my insides coming out as my belly starts to rip open. I try to hold it closed. I look down again, take my hand away, and suddenly a huge alien serpent creature, brown/gray, about 10 feet long and 8 or more inches thick comes screaming out of my belly and in a flash the creature is jumping out of me and overboard into the water. Me and everyone else is screaming in shock when suddenly a second, even bigger serpent, black body, huge, explodes out of my stomach, screaming, jumping into the water. Just like the movie "Alien". We are all totally shocked including myself. I am even aware that I am dreaming and that this kind of thing doesn't usually happen to me in dreams. These serpents seem to be not from my own consciousness, they seem like outsiders.

VICKIE'S DREAM - December 12, 2003
I am with three adorable little girls, all blonde curls. I am saying goodbye to them. I am sad. They ask me when I will be coming back. Since they asked, I know I have to tell them the truth, so I tell them I won't be coming back ever and that I'm sorry. I hug them close and kiss their heads over and over. I love them. Goodbye.

VICKIE'S DREAM - July/August 2001
I had a very intense dream that NYC was burning, being bombed. It was one of those very intense, other-worldly dreams that wakes you up in a panic. I'll have to get the details again from my shrink cuz I told her but didn't write it down. She knows the exact date I had the dream and stuff. I'll update this info when I get it. She's the one who reminded me of the dream after 911 happened which was pretty freaky.

VICKIE'S DREAM - May 24, 1998
I met a girl at a hip little coffee shop. She was very cool and we hit it off famously right off. She was tall and thin with big saucer eyes and frizzy, dark blonde hair and dark, flawless skin. We seemed to have so many shared experiences and laughed till it hurt. I like this girl. She wanted to take me to her home to meet her family and have some dinner. They always had dinner together and she said her parents were great. She had three older brothers who were also "the best".

When we got to her house, I noticed lots of antiques filling the rooms to overflowing but I paid it no mind. We sat to dinner and aside from a few grumbles and inside jokes, her brothers never spoke. I tried my best to be charming and make conversation. It was difficult because it seemed none of them were interested at all in who I was, why I was there or what I thought about anything. The father sat silent as did the mother who cooked and waited on the family hand and foot. The girl was the only one who responded to me. She didn't seem to notice that the family practically ignored us.

Every once in a while, I'd catch the glance of one of the brothers, especially the youngest. They were all very large boys. I should say men. Monosyllibic in their white tank tops and baggy khaki's as if they'd be going cruising later. They were a mexican family who had once had lots of money and lived in the hills of Hollywood in a palatial home. The only thing the father seemed interested in telling me was how rich they had been. How they'd had large marble statues imported from all over the world throughout their garden. Somehow, they'd fallen on lean times and had to give up most of their treasures and the big house. Hence, all of the antiques crammed throughout the house as if they'd just moved in. I noticed how everything was dusty. But not just dusty, the place was filthy including dirty dishes in the kitchen that seemed to have been there forever. It seemed that without housekeepers and servants, the family had lost their ability to clean up after themselves.

The children were too old to discipline and had control of the place--and the family itself. They were protective of my new friend in a scary, brotherly way, which seemed oddly sweet. After dinner, I followed my friend down the hall from the kitchen. Her youngest brother was close behind me. I felt him uncomfortably close and wanted to think of something clever to say, maybe comment on something nearby to create a distraction. "Oh, what a nice painting! Who did it?" or "Who's this a photograph of?" But before the thought could reach my body, he grabbed me from behind wrapping his arms around mine, pinning them to my sides. His face was just behind my ear and his body pressed against my back. He smelled like sweat and cayenne pepper. Again, I thougt that saying something clever or funny might break the tension as I didn't want to seem frightened. "If you think I'm gonna kiss you, you can forget it. I'm married," I said with a laugh just to make a joke of it all. He released me quickly without a word and I continued to follow my friend to her room.

Her room was clean and decorated as a 10 year old's with stuffed animals, all pink and frilly. The attack I just suffered wasn't even acknowledged--as if he did this all the time. My instinct told me to bolt. But I was in such a surreal twighlight zone, I didn't know if they would run after me to hunt me down or not. I realized I was in a very sick house with some very sick people. I was morbidly curious and scared. I felt like I was an upcoming meal held captive by a cannibalistic tribe--only I wasn't supposed to know it.

Finally, she said as we laid on our stomachs on her floor, or maybe it was the bed, "you hurt his feelings, you know. You led him on. He thought you were interested in him." "I didn't mean to," I defended meekly. "I'll tell him I'm sorry. I'm married. I was only trying to strike up a conversation." God, how many times have I heard that from crazy boys and men. "You led me on, so I thought you wanted me to grab you and mangle you." How can you convince a neanderthal that he got the wrong idea? You can't. You appear to be backpeddling which still makes you a tease and an unfeeling slut.

Suddenly, it was decided we would take a drive. "It'll be fun!" my friend said. I had no idea where we were going but I didn't feel I could refuse to cooperate with these zombie-like creatures. The younger brother was driving with another brother in the passenger seat. I sat next to the door on the passenger seat in the back next to my friend and her mother while the father and the eldest brother sat crunched up in the back of their station wagon. This, again, seemed like a normal thing to all of them and there was little, if any conversation and no joviality at all. It seemed like everyone else was being dragged along for the ride like I was just like in that Twilight Zone episode where the family cow-tows to the little kid who can imagine you into the t.v. set with cartoon monsters chasing you for eternity.

We drove for a long time until the desert landscape passed by us in the windows. Suddenly, the car veered back and forth in the lane. This was some sort of secret message to me from the driver. It meant something. Somehow he was jerking me back and forth like he (metaphorically) thought I had done to him. He laughed maniacally followed by the snickering of his brothers.

We passed an old gas station with some attached buildings which looked like they had been a store and perhaps a mechanic's garage and I don't know whatelse. I decided it was time to jump regardles of the speed. I couldn't wait too much longer because the farther we got from that gas station, the harder it would be for me to get help fast. I gathered the courage, opened the door and leaped out, rolling like I'd learned in my stunt class. I ran as fast as I could and reached the gas station with the family in hot pursuit. I ducked into one of the buildings. The young brother was after me on foot now and several doors opened and shut in between us in a frenzied, "Psycho"-like, chase, complete with that high-pitched "ereeee ereeee ereeee" music in my ears. I found a hallway and ran past several doors where some questionable people stood and laid about in a kind of drugged haze. They seemed willing to help me. I got away but had to figure out how to get home. That's it.

VICKIE'S DREAM - December 5, 1996
This one gets a little graphic, peeps. But it's the truth. So, me and my mom are shopping, for Christmas or something, in an outdoor mall like the Third Street Promanade in Santa Monica. I hear music--it's "Candle in the Wind" by Elton John and it sounds live. We walk a bit and I look up to see Elton sitting at a piano on a balcony playing and singing the song. It's the balcony of a piano or music store of some kind. Of course, I plop myself and my packages down at a nearby table right below Elton and tell my mother I'm not going anywhere until he stops playing. I don't care how long he plays, I'm staying here. My mother goes on to do her shopping. I am amazed that the crowds seem non-plussed that Elton John is sitting RIGHT THERE, LIVE! They are all just doing their little shopping thing and enjoying their holiday spending. Next thing I know, I've introduced myself to Elton who has invited me to his apartment. Starstruck and not sure what to expect--and not sure if I care--I am suddenly in bed with a nude Elton John. I am asking myself why I am here having obviously agreed to have sex with him. I have never been attracted to him sexually. I am only in awe of him musically. But since this is what he has offered, I find myself taking what I can get. Stroking his chest and roundish belly that's covered with a veneer of rough blonde curls, I hear myself say to him, "I always knew this is what you'd feel like". Why did I say that? I've never thought such a thing. Then he says to me, "you'd probably be really wild in bed if you were on chrystal-meth. You'd probably lick me all over like crazy." Then he rolls over on his side with his back to me and his ass is in my face. I realize he wants me to lick his ass and I find myself considering the possibility. "Okay," I say to myself. "Here I am in bed with Elton John and I guess I'm going to lick his ass. I could leave now, but I'm here and since this is a once in a lifetime experience, and a surreal one at that, I might as well make good work of it. So, with Elton's ass in my face, the dream ends.

VICKIE'S DREAM - January 15, 1996
My car breaks down while on a long trip home. It is night, or early evening. The small town I am in feels strange. The mechanic, who is a strange, nervous little guy insists that he is closed and can't help me as he waddles off. I begin to take things out of my car, the trunk and I think the engine so that perhaps I can fix it myself if I can figure out what's wrong. I spread the various contents onto the corner of the sidewalk. There are two plastic bags of wire ties, and odd parts and pieces. A few people wander by and are extremely interested in my wire ties and some of the other odds and ends as of they had never seen such things. I give them away or possibly sell them to these people. I am definitely a stranger in this place.

I meet a kid who befriends me. He takes me to a special place of his, perhaps his back yard or some field. He pushes down on a patch of dirt on the ground wanting to show me something. The patch of dirt goes down, sort of like a submarine hatch, opening up a hole in the ground. The kid climbs into the hole urging me to follow which I do. We are in a whole other world.

There are other children in this fanciful world. I am introduced to other kids and one quirky adult figure. Another child takes us to his special place and pushes his hands against the air or sky, which, similarly to the dirt patch before, opens up into another world. We are in a vehicle and wind up in what seems like the back yard of yet another kid's house at the end of a culdesac in a neighborhood of tiny, fanciful houses. This particular house is of a gingerbread style. The kid who lives there put pepper in the recipe because he likes spicy stuff. Consequently, none of the other kids eat it.

Our vehicle is taking up the whole back yard and we cannot get through because the house is in our way. The owner kid comes out and pushes a button making the house slide to the side, revealing another large whole in the ground leading somewhere. We can get our vehicle over the large hole in the ground and drive forward. Then we are in a wooden boat. We want to go to the ocean. The entire boat and all of us in it squeeze through another hole in the air and end up near the shore upon an ocean. The wind is strong and there are whitecaps everywhere. The kids are a little scared to go too far out, but I want to go sailing fast. I hop onto a small kayak type of boat with a sail and start to wrestle with the sail to get it going. I get out pretty far when the little vessel tips over and turns upside down. When it pops back up, the sail has broken off and I am stuck. I take off my overshirt and hold it up between my arms, straddling the kayak, and sail back to the shore.

Throughout, there is a Columbo-type character, shifty, always hiding behind bushes and things, following me from world to world trying to catch me doing something or find out what it is I'm up to. He is an investigator of some sort. Also throughout, the kids in this small town tell their parents of their adventures in their strange worlds, but the parents never believe them. Therefore, mostly kids are in these worlds. However, adults can go there if they believe, most just don't. But there are a few wacky adults (and me) hanging around these worlds. That's it.