Talking Politics with Steve-O (About This Dream I Had)

I knew Steve-O and discussed a major career change on 11/25.

Ghost Nightmare (About This Dream I Had)

          I had a nightmare Thursday morning. Considering what's in the news right now, let's quickly acknowledge and dismiss the fact that it seems topical. For most of us, dreams are cooked up by our subconscious minds, and mine was showing me something in the form of a nightmare, because in it, I was molested. Such a thing has not happened to me in real life and I admire the resilience of people (regardless of gender), because whether they know it yet or not, they are incredibly resilient, and I personally don't buy into the idea that a person can be broken. It's not at all my intention to make light of being attacked, but to delve into why my subconscious created that metaphor. 

 
          That said, after waking up at 5:15 am and writing down all that I could remember, then thinking it over, researching online, and again reviewing it here, I have concluded that sexual misconduct headlines are not relevant to my dream. 
Still. It upset me at the time and involved a ghost. The way I describe the incident is not graphic, by the way. Wanna look into it with me?

Chinese Food (About This Dream I Had)

          So I woke up on 10/26 and immediately scribbled down what I remembered of the Chinese food, the friend and the gift in my dream.

Elton John, Joy Behar (About This Dream I Had)

A dream involving coupons, a former friend, and an injured Elton John.

About This Dream I Had (Brief, With Brothers)

On the 18th, I woke up from a dream in which I had two younger brothers, one of whom was Eric, a tall, confident blond who wouldn't listen to my advice, probably ever. Eric's face was so vivid.
Unfortunately, nothing else stuck, but here's what I found online:

A Bird with a Little Blue (About This Dream I Had)

I could only remember a dream I had during an hour-long nap late in the morning. It involved my meeting up with some nameless, faceless friends in a building with a homey feel where the owner's pets wandered freely and guests could pet them all they wanted. One was a friendly designer mutt - a 'doodle of some kind, be it Labra- or golden- and I kept petting it, but there was also a bird. 

What I found online in regards to the bird was the following:

The Red Phone (About This Dream I Had)

          All I remember is the phone and my reaction to it.

On Tuesday, August 1st, I was suddenly in a bare room with a group of girls and a red landline phone that I decided was like a hotline for other people to call me and me alone for help. A man named Herman was hoping to speak to me, and I wasn't "creeped out" like I would be in real life, but instead felt an overall strong desire to avoid the phone, to avoid the callers.