Feb 2006 -- (R: My boyfriend was sleeping over, but our break-up was just a week or two away) I knew that my house was just a tiny two room house on an tiny island that was only a few feet bigger than the house. i opened my eyes and saw that there were about 5 people sleeping in bed with me, and in fact, we were so heavy, and our weight so consentrated, that the island was sinking. We were going to drown in our sleep. I leapt up! jumped to the other side of the bed and shouted "we cant all sleep on that side!" and i ran into the living room to try to balance the weight load on the island. I slept the rest of the night on the couch.

Friday 3/5/05 -- I was sound to sleep in my bed, when I rolled over and felt someone behind me. I sort of jumped and looked over my shoulder to see a man with dark curly hair looking right at me! He put his arm over my hip and said "undertaker". I have never jumped out of bed so fast!! I ran into the living room hoping to find my roommates to help me. When I saw the living room so quiet and dark I realized that I must be sleepwalking and started to talk myself down. Back in the room, i turned on the lights, pulled back all the covers, checked under the bed, the windows, etc just to make sure I really was alone. And I went back to sleep.

Saturday 6/19/04 -- I was sleeping when I rolled over and opened my eyes. The walls of my bedroom were totally messed up. Like the panels of drywall had been removed and were stacked up to one side. The remaining walls were sort of a rebar mesh, with places to screw the walls to it.
My first thought was that "they" had already started to take my room apart to remodel after I am gone (r: I am moving out in two weeks). Then it ocurred to me that they must have done all this work while I was sleeping here. That's kind of creepy! And shouldn't the noise have woken me up? My housemate is up most nights so I go into the living room to get him, and show him how messed up my walls were. My housemate later said that my eyes were wild and very large. I motioned for him to follow me into my room. So he did. On the way there I said "gotta see this, it's so messed up", and once we got to my room, I turned on the lights to really show him the walls.
Of course, the room is just as it should be. walls entact. I mumble something about being "disoriented" and to forget it to my housemate. The lights, and seeing the walls normally woke me up. I turned out the lights and put myself back to bed.

Friday 6/4/04 -- I was sleeping when I was woken up by a lady making an annoucement. She was standing by the windows in my bedroom, and about 10 other people are standing around listening to her. She looks at me and tells me to pay attention. This is some kind of art museum and she's lecturing about the paintings on the walls of this room. It's a white walled room, with black paintings rather like primitive cave paintings. Everything is blurry and I tell the lady I don't have my glasses on. I grab my glasses from the bedside table and put them on.
Suddenly the whole room is in focus, and the paintings are really amazing. Very bold black on white. I start saying "this is easy! this is a painting of my dreams! I just dreamt this!"

Saturday 4/29/04 -- (r: i am in a hotel in los angeles with two other friends). He is clearly a pirate. He's got an old bandana around his head, big hoop earings, a long, dark beard, and a sword strapped around his chest. He is gruff as he gives me a tour of the rooms below deck. It's dark down here, in this wooden ship. "This is the room you'll sleep in", he says as he opens a door. It's dark but i can make out a pretty big room with 10 or more bunk beds. We walk on to the next room, the kitchen. Two other pirates are there, one cutting vegetables and the other stiring a pot on the stove. They sort of growl at me. We keep walking through the ship. and see about five more rooms. Then suddenly my host is gone. I am in a back corner of the ship with doors on all three sides of me. I have already seen the one on my left (it was a storage closet with brooms, etc), so it's the door on my right that i'm interested in. I try to open it, but the door must be locked. I try to unlock them and realise this is the same locks as in a hotel.
Wait. A hotel? I dont know any pirates. Where is a pirate ship anyway? Wait. I am in a hotel. In Los Angeles. Right. I wake up then and put myself back to bed.

? October 2003 -- I was sleeping in my bed with my boyfriend next to me, when i feel little bits of dirt or something fit my face. I open my eyes and see that it's not dirt, but bits of plaster falling from the ceiling. There is a huge crack that runs the length of the ceiling, and it is now bowed like a hammock. There is also an accompaing, quiet sound of wood creaking. That's all I need to hear!! I shake Chris's shoulder "we gotta go! the ceiling is caving in!" Chris mumbles half awake "no, everything is fine." We go back and forth like this a few times. I see the plaster falling. I hear the ceiling giving in. I have got to get out of there. "Fine! I'm going", I tell Chris for the last time and I get out of bed. I feel guity for leaving Chris in bed to die, and outside the door debate a bit if i should go back in for him. But in the end I just go into the living room, and sleep on the couch.

Wednesday 5/29/02 -- There must have been a celebration, or something, because people were tossing wreaths or crowns from my rooftop to people waiting below in the garden. Everyone was joyous and happy. It was sunny. One of these wreaths of brightly colored green foliage drifted into my apartment. It slowly floated down onto a table by the window. I could hear people below yelling gleefully for it. I quickly leap over to open the window, and tried to pick up the wreath to toss it outside again. (r: there is a bright green leafy plant next to my bed, on a window seat.) I can’t lift the wreath. What’s going on? I tug, and twist, and pull, but it wont budge. I lean out the window to explain to the people waiting below. Back to the wreath, I can’t move it! I'm really getting frustrated. Then I hear a snap. I've snapped off one of the branches of this lovely wreath. At that same moment, I realized that it is really my bedside plant that I’ve snapped a branch off! Poor thing! No wonder so many houseplants die! I close the window, and go back to sleep.

Thursday 5/16/02 -- Another very foggy memory of this dream. I was teaching some kids how to a task. It sounds really dumb, but it was something like, "pour water into a glass, sit down, stand up, drink water, put glass down." And I was acting it out, over and over again in varying speeds. I turned around and two small kids (age 3 or so) were in my bed doing the same motions I was. "Smart children!" I shouted. I kind of startled myself awake because my voice was so loud. So I lay down and went to sleep again.

Saturday 5/11/02 -- (R: I was on vacation, and staying in a hotel in San Francisco.) I don’t remember how this dream started, but someone came into my hotel room (r: no one really came in), and was looking for a "thumb paper". Apparently he had a thumb that would not stop twitching, and needed this instructions page to make it stop. I opened the magazine on my bedside table, and handed him a thumb paper, and off he went. Then someone else came in looking for a knee paper. Same problem, but a twitchy knee this time. And the dream went on and on like this with person after person coming into my room for anti-twitching instruction papers. Until I ran out of pages. There was a line of about 15 people in my hotel room, all twitching in one place or another. I tried to tell them that I was out of papers, but they kept yelling at me. It wasn’t just these people that were twitching, but the whole world. And If I didn’t do something soon, everyone was going to go crazy. I got a little frantic, and started to shuffle paper around, looking for more instructions pages. Finally I found a pack of thumb pages. So I got out of bed, and had my hands on it, but couldn’t pull it out of the plastic envelope. I was pulling, they were yelling. Stress! That's when I woke up and realize that I was tugging on the blanket at the foot of my friend's bed. I was embarrassed to be caught sleepwalking, and put myself back to bed. (r: this dream was a little weird, because when I started stressing out, and flipping through books, I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn’t stop. I'd say 4 or 5 times I told myself to stop, but couldn’t)

Friday 5/4/02 -- I had a very long involved dream about some kind of radioactive orange goop that several people were handling. Then someone shouted that it was dangerous, and everyone who touched it had been contaminated! We all went into panic mode, and tried to stop the spread of this contamination. (R: I woke up, sitting up in bed, pressing my blankets tightly against the mattress, as if I trapped some wiggly thing below them. All my muscles ached. I don’t know how long I’d been sitting like that, "containing the contamination". I still didn’t believe that it was a dream, so I cautiously peeled back the blankets, and of course there was no orange radioactive goop. I put myself back to bed, and promptly feel sound asleep.)

Thursday 2/28/02 -- I was sound asleep in bed, when I heard a woman's voice shout "Hey! Hey Lady!" I sat up, and looked around the room. On the couch, which i can see from my bed, a woman was there. She wasn’t a full woman, but just a head sitting atop some books I left on the couch. "Get out of my bedroom!" the woman was shouting at me. She just shouted one long stream of curse words, and angry threats. I was frustrated, because I felt like we have had this argument before. I know this is my bedroom.
But I was also very frightened by a bodiless woman yelling at me. I kind of realized that I was dreaming about this time. So I get out of bed to turn on the lights (and see the truth of the situation). But I’m afraid, so I walk with a wide arc away from the couch. With the lights on, I no longer see the woman's head. It is just a small cardboard box. The street lights reflecting on the open flaps created the illusion of a face.
It still bothered me. I was afraid to lie down again, knowing that as soon as I fell asleep, the box would turn back into a woman, and start yelling again. So I threw the cardboard box into the closet, and ripped off the flaps just for good measure.

Friday 2/22/02 -- I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I know that I sat up and put on my glasses several times during the night. I found my glasses on a side table (where I never put them) this morning.

Monday 1/8/02 -- (r: this afternoon I got a blip of memory about this dream. All I remember is that I jumped out of bed, and was looking for someone or something in the kitchen. Then I realized it was late at night, and I told myself I’d look again tomorrow morning.)

Thursday 12/6/01 -- I don’t remember much of the details of this dream. There was someone sitting at my bedside, and another one was in the middle of the room, re-arranging my furniture. I understood that they were playing a practical joke on me, but that was all fine. Every now and then, I’d look over to the one sitting at my bedside. He seemed to be orchestrating the whole thing. Then, one time, I looked up to him, and he was not there! Suddenly no one was in my room. They were no longer playing a practical joke on me, and that freaked me out. I leaped to my knees in bed, and looked all around for these two. not hiding under the bed, not in the closet, bathroom or kitchen. Mostly I was afraid that they'd jump out and scare me.

Monday 9/10/01 -- (R: My bed is right next to a window, and I often sleep with my feet pointing towards the window. It's summer, so the window is open a few inches.) I guess I was an archeologist, because all around my room where dinosaur bones on fancy pedestals. During the night, I kicked one of these statues out the window. I jumped up, and opened the blinds, and then the window. But since I wasn’t wearing my glasses, everything was blurry, and I couldn’t make out whether the statue was out there or not. I had my whole body (from the waist up) out the window. Then I realized that I wasn’t wearing any clothes, and it was a little chilly. I think I woke up then, and put myself back to bed.

Thursday 7/12/01 -- I was lying in bed, when I rolled over and saw that my pillow was fluffed up much more than usual. Then I got a flash of memory, that I had a muffin tin with some bread rising in it. And now it had been many hours, and I completely forgot about them. (Although, I still don’t know why I put the muffin tin inside my pillowcase.) So I got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to bake the bread. I was trying to get the muffin tin out of the pillowcase, but the raw bread dough was making it really sticky, and difficult to peel off.
I tugged and pulled, and finally removed the pillowcase. But, alas there was no muffin tin. I went back to bed and looked there. No, no muffin tin there either. I checked the other two pillows in bed, to see if they had the muffin tin. No. So I just went to sleep. (Re: In the morning, I found my pillow on the kitchen floor, with the pillow case turned inside out next to it. That's when I remember the dream. I guess it's lucky that I didn’t turn on the oven, and put my pillow in! I have yet to start a fire during the night.)

Thursday 7/4/01 -- (Re: I am in the middle of a stressful "life-reorganization" right now. I've traveled all the way across the country, and spend 4th of July in NYC. After a long night of tossing and turning, I begin sleepwalking). First I thought I heard the door close, so I leapt out of bed. no one was in the room, but I looked at the writing table, and the money I left out was gone. "See!" I scream, to someone in bed. (re: I am alone.) I check my bags, and jeans pockets for any other missing things or money. Thankfully no. I go back to bed. Then I’m up again. Now some man is telling me to report theft immediately. I see that it's 2am, and consider calling the police. I pick up the phone, but put it back down again, before dialing. I get back in bed. Then I had a long dream that involved some Siamese twins and some man. anyway. I heard a noise outside, so I leapt the window and looked out. Then I turned back to the man in my bed, and said "See? When you hear that noise, it means he's coming right in." At the time, it made perfect sense. (re: By then, I was 5am, so I decided to just stay awake.)

Tuesday 4/10/01 -- I was laying in my bed, when someone was dangling this lantern on the end of a long pole. Inside the lantern was a small glowing thing...maybe a rock or gold or something. I wanted to get up and get the glowing thing, and as I stood up, I remembered that I'd done this before. I remember there are some kind of sensors, like those red laser trip lines in Mission Impossible. So I carefully wrap my blankets around me, being very careful to keep all the loose ends bundled up above my knee. I walk around the couch, across the hardwood floors. I am impressed by how quiet my footsteps are. I am certainly mastering the trip lasers this time. Then, about three steps from the lantern, I realize that this stealthy walk, all bundled up in my blankets, is really quite silly. I turn around and go right back to bed.

Saturday 4/7/01 -- (Reality: I woke up in the morning and found all my clothes neatly folded in a laundry basket, but each item was inside out, and folded in a really weird manner -- sleeves specially folded in accordion style, etc. There was even a small pile of coins neatly stacked next to the laundry basket. That's when I remembered my dream.) I was lying in bed, when I noticed an old lady in my room. She was sobbing, and trying to pick up my dirty clothes that were scattered all across the room. She was so upset about these clothes. But I could tell that she was very old, and so stiff she could hardly bend over to pick up the clothes. So I started to cry too, and I was saying "No, no, I'll take care of it". And I got up and started to fold the laundry. I remember I picked up a pair of jeans, and coins fell out of the pockets and made a loud noise. (R: That's all I remember of the dream.)

Tuesday 2/27/01 -- I heard a noise in the closet behind me, and looked up just in time to see a very slim man, slipping into the closet from the small open window in the room. He saw me and froze. I put on my glasses, to better see him, and I froze. We were locked in a staring contest for a while, until I got up the courage to shout "Hey!" He didn’t move. How weird! Then I realized, I was only looking at a dress hanging in the closet, not a man at all.

Saturday 2/17/01 -- (R: I was away on vacation and sleeping in a bed with a friend of mine. We had stayed up pretty late watching a TV show about natural disasters, and people's heroic journey through snow storms to safety). I dreamt that three friends and I were trapped in a heavy snowstorm on a mountaintop. As we were walking back to safety, we met a man who was freezing to death in the snow. So we took him with us, and left our healthiest member behind in his place. We made it to a warm cabin on the edge of town, where all four of us are sleeping in beds. The bed I am in, with the sick man, is close to a wall, but there is a two-foot gap between the wall and the bed, which seems very deep and threatening. The sick man was on his side, with his arms wrapped around himself, and his hips and torso were hanging off the edge! I reached out to try to drag the sick man back towards the middle of the bed -- to safety. When I grabbed his arms, he hit me. I said "No, you're gonna fall off. Move closer". Then the sick man said (really annoyed) "I'm not going to fall". and I realized that the voice was not the sick man's, but my friend's voice. I was momentarily confused, then woke up to see that it really was my friend in the hotel room, and he was not falling off the bed. I was deeply embarrassed, and it was some time before I fell sleep again.

Wednesday 10/18/00 -- I was sleeping in bed, when this woman woke me up. She was standing by my bed, wearing this tweed business suit. She had a clipboard, and started asking me questions from a survey. All the questions were about water, Do I like water?, Do I like rivers?, Do I like the taste?, etc. When I answered "yes" to all her questions, she said (in a very official, business like way) "Good. We've replaced the core of your mattress with water."
I sat up. I was mad. Why would they do that? Change my mattress without asking me! And when I moved suddenly, I felt the whole mattress slosh below me. It felt very unstable. So I leapt out of bed, and took the sheets off to examine the mattress. Sure enough, the whole inside was water!
I was trying to think of what to do about it, when I woke up. No lady in my room. My mattress is just fine. So I went back to sleep.