Dreams from January 18, 2010:

I was at a party with some friends, but I got sick. I rewound time, but got sick again, so we left on a school bus that burned CDs for us. We ended up at a beach with matching swim trunks and towels. We were diving into the ocean, and in doing so I fractured my arm. At the hospital I got a cast, and the doctor gave me his pen, which was of some significance. On the way out, I passed some business women who took the stairs. I got on the elevator with four other people. We were on the fourth floor, going to the first floor. As the doors closed, the elevator operator warned us that if the elevator didn't make stops at each floor, the power would be cut, and we would hit the ground at 35mph. We went into a free fall, and I woke up.

01/18/2010

I am sitting at the kitchen table with my husband, eating breakfast. Outside of the large bay window, I spot a dead puppy in the driveway. My sadness is diverted by the sudden and rapid growth of a tree immediately outside the window. On one branch, on one stem, high up on the tree, grows a goldfish. Then the puppy springs back to life and eats the goldfish. I am overwhelmed by the sense that there is meaning to be had here, but I do not understand.

01/18/2010

I am following around a small Asian boy who is beating up bad guys with incredible karate moves. suddenly he gets a message from his watch phone. He hangs up and rockets upward with a jet on his back somehow. I am still following and really hoping it is because i have a sweet rocket too. We are now in a fighter ship in space surrounded by three massive battle stations. I watch the automatic laser turrets out the window blow fighters around us to pieces so fast that we overload the ships targeting computer. The Asian boy fires some missile at the battle stations that creates a black hole destroying them all. As we are going back to tell a commander about the new black hole everyone in the command room stops and i realize i am in a movie and the director just called cut.