I somehow ended up with a ticket to see a big show in a stadium. I wasn't particularly interested in the show, which was supposed to be a guy lecturing, so as I sat in my seat I contemplated leaving and scalping my ticket. The show was starting though, and the ticket had been a gift, so I determined to stay it out. I was in a high up balcony seat, from which I couldn't even see much of the court floor, but there were giant tv screens hanging over the court floor, which were starting to flash bright flashes of light as part of the intro show.
That didn't last long, and the next thing I knew, I was "backstage" in an old stone mansion, in a small room with a couple other people who had seen the show, an 11 or 12 year old boy, and The Dragon himself, who had just given the talk/show. The young boy expressed total disinterest in being there, and climbed out of the one window, ostensibly onto the roof. (At a later point in the dream, that I don't recall how it fit in to the plot, I went around the stone mansion, and on that side of the house, just below some windows, there was a deep, rushing river, which concerned me for the boy, but then I realized we'd been another level up where there was roof that he could have gone out on and safely reached the front of the house from.) I stayed, and gave The Dragon a lookover, which was fairly easy, as we were all in this small room, and The Dragon was only wearing black boxer-briefs. He was a beautiful man with a long brown ponytail and about 80% of his body was scars and recovering skin from having been burned. His actual dragon had burned him, mostly in one incident. He had been a very outgoing, wealthy, dragon man until his major burns, and now he was shyer and more retiring. But he was beautiful and had amazing eyes and we stared at each other for a long time.
Then we started courting lightly. Days went by, it was snowy out, and I ran into him skiing off towing a sled to go a mall to shop for gifts for me. A strange dream aside occurred with a flash to a cartoon-scene in which Cinderella was polishing a large throne/statue with prophesies carved into it, and as she polished it, it changed from a prediction of something about me or The Dragon, into a definite message of marriage between us. Cartoon Cinderella got all excited and rushed about to see if all of the messages on the chair had changed - which they had. Back to my realistic-style dream, I ran into The Dragon at a kitchen store, where he was having a set of copper pots boxed up. He handed me a light but large and unwieldy box to hold, and I fell on my back under it, and we had a good laugh. I compared myself awkwardly to a particular pixie girl on tv who does things like that. He didn't show signs of liking me less.
In a later scene that I watched as if watching a movie, he was back in his stone mansion, and his advisor, or dragon-hand, talked to him about something to be cautious about, and The Dragon's eyes flashed and became large round purple-blue dragon eyes for a moment.
At other points in the dream, somewhere in the middle of it, my cats were around, but I had my boy-cat and then a female version of him, rather than both of my cats. I had to let them each in off a roof through a window with 4 or 5 screen coverings. I also discovered an extra room or two in my home.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Full Anxiety, March 26/27
I had a lot of dreams, mostly full of anxiety themes.
In the only non-anxiety-filled one I had moved to a new giant apartment, on a commune, and was working on getting moved in and preparing for some house guests who knew me, but who I couldn't figure out where I knew them from (but it wasn't really a problem). After they arrived, they teased me that I didn't know where they knew me from, and I finally admitted that it was true. They filled me in that they had known my dad when he had an apartment in a big city. They were neighbors and hung out one day when he put out an old television on the front steps, selling it for $15.
In the next dream, I was at a dentist's office to have an operation to have a tooth on the upper right side of my mouth removed. They were giving me a giant dive-mask like thing to breath from to calm me, which was fine, but the procedure itself was said to be very dangerous, because it was a special tooth with special nerve endings. One of my friends, DO-W, who is a professor in waking life, was a dental assistant but she kept being elsewhere. The dentist kept turning on this exploratory drill and pointing at things in my mouth with it, and then setting it down on the chair I was in, which had a sheet over it like a doctor's table, and he would leave the drill on, so it would keep spinning and catch itself up in the sheet.
I had another dream that I was back at my old college, on the first day of a new term and it was 10 minutes till I was supposed to be in a 2 hour long course. I was trying to eat a lunch first, because I also had another class at 3, but I quickly gave up on eating. Then it was about 5 minutes to class time, and I realized that I didn't know where the class was, so I tried looking it up and asking some campus people for help, but no one could figure out. And then I ran around campus trying to figure out if I could find the class before it started. And then I wondered if I should even bother taking "Orientalist Literature" but I figured I should at least try going to the first day, because maybe it would be cool, and we would be reading amazing books, and I should make an informed decision.
Then I had another short one between snooze alarms, but now I can't recall it.
In the only non-anxiety-filled one I had moved to a new giant apartment, on a commune, and was working on getting moved in and preparing for some house guests who knew me, but who I couldn't figure out where I knew them from (but it wasn't really a problem). After they arrived, they teased me that I didn't know where they knew me from, and I finally admitted that it was true. They filled me in that they had known my dad when he had an apartment in a big city. They were neighbors and hung out one day when he put out an old television on the front steps, selling it for $15.
In the next dream, I was at a dentist's office to have an operation to have a tooth on the upper right side of my mouth removed. They were giving me a giant dive-mask like thing to breath from to calm me, which was fine, but the procedure itself was said to be very dangerous, because it was a special tooth with special nerve endings. One of my friends, DO-W, who is a professor in waking life, was a dental assistant but she kept being elsewhere. The dentist kept turning on this exploratory drill and pointing at things in my mouth with it, and then setting it down on the chair I was in, which had a sheet over it like a doctor's table, and he would leave the drill on, so it would keep spinning and catch itself up in the sheet.
I had another dream that I was back at my old college, on the first day of a new term and it was 10 minutes till I was supposed to be in a 2 hour long course. I was trying to eat a lunch first, because I also had another class at 3, but I quickly gave up on eating. Then it was about 5 minutes to class time, and I realized that I didn't know where the class was, so I tried looking it up and asking some campus people for help, but no one could figure out. And then I ran around campus trying to figure out if I could find the class before it started. And then I wondered if I should even bother taking "Orientalist Literature" but I figured I should at least try going to the first day, because maybe it would be cool, and we would be reading amazing books, and I should make an informed decision.
Then I had another short one between snooze alarms, but now I can't recall it.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Night of Dec 28/29th, Further Unstuck
A lot of activity and adventure, packed into one long, fluid dream. The order is a bit jumbled now though.
I was at a fancy house, and thirsty, so I dug through the drawers of the fridge, looking for a beverage. There were a few juice bottles and other items, but I didn't want to take the last of anything. I took a few sips of a grape juice bottle, and considered getting some water, but it was time to run on, so I and my companions ran out of the house.
We were in a university classroom, and a student was going to present on his recent research. I was going to sit with some graduate student friends, but first we needed to make sure there was an aisle that extended all the way to the back of the seating, so people could reach the refreshments table. One or two of them needed to scoot their chairs apart for that, and then I needed someone to move down a seat, so there would be room for me in the 2nd row from the back. It all worked out, though I never made it over to the refreshments. The student gave his talk, which passed quickly. I took a few swigs from a whiskey bottle, and then thought it would be classier to poor a serving into a little clear plastic cup I had, so I did. But I poured too much, and then decided not to drink any of it.
It was time to run again. I was with a team, a new member on an almost fully reconstituted work team from the previous year. We were led by the one continuing member, a man, who knew where we were to run, and the mission we were on. We were to break into a compound, and collect some important supplies. The supplies and the goal were a bit of a mystery though. We didn't have full instructions. We started running across a park in a small town. It was dark out, and the streets around us were full of cars and bike commuters. I could run fast, and though I mostly was bringing up the rear of the team's single file running, I could pass some of my teammates when I pushed to run faster. We traveled across the town quickly, slowing only at one street crossing, where cars stopped, but I had to more actively avoid the bicyclists. There was slushy, melting snow on the ground, and I thought to myself that I could use my bicycle to commute again now.
My team got ahead of me as I was crossing the street, and I lost track of where they had gone up the path. I considered turning around, and seeing if they'd doubled back, but then I started running up the jogging path. There was a small creek surrounded by trees on the left of the path, grass to the right, but up a ways, there was a plain warehouse building. As I ran forward, I noticed that my team was running back this way down the path, and then turned along side of the building, now running perpendicular to the path, towards a small door in the side of the building. The appeared to be being chased, so I cut diagonally across the field to catch up with them at the door. We got in to the warehouse, and took a break within. The wife of the team leader was there, and made a comment about how different the team was now, with a suggestion that the old team had been poorly composed. We picked up some large black garbage bags of supplies, and started up a ramp which led to some stairs, continuing our climb. At the top of the stairs, there was a landing where we could all pause. I briefly noted that this was a dream, and swam through the air to the ceiling, before descending back down to my team to continue our mission.
We went through the door into another room/land. This room's air was a little thicker, but not in a way that slowed us. We paused just inside the room though, to take stock and assess our goals. One of the bags we carried spilled some jelly beans on the floor, and I ate some red ones. They were good. Across the room, there were a couple young women in black leotards, stretching. They were aerial acrobats. One of my team members noted that it was not a solid career path, because their bodies would age and degrade right as they were reaching the peak of their careers, and then what would they do? I realized that this room was actually underwater, and that we were breathing liquid air. I swam up to the top of the room, where a visible, but non-physical netting marked the end of the water, and the start of air. I surfaced, and found the air very difficult to breath. It was a little hard to swim back down, but I did, and then I pointed out the strangeness of the room to my team.
My team talked for a while, with a few small negative comments about our mission, and a few questions and discussion about where we were heading and what sorts of items we were to collect. A person who looked like a young girl was hovering to my right, and I noticed something peculiar about her. Somewhere in the conversation, someone mentioned the wearing of a mask, and she might have repeated it. She seemed annoyed, and then repeated the wearing a mask statement again. She opened a glass cabinet along the wall, and started to remove pieces of her head/mask. She was slowly revealing her true face, as the queen. No one else on my team seemed to notice yet, and I was aware that she was bothered by some of their flippant remarks about our mission.
I was at a fancy house, and thirsty, so I dug through the drawers of the fridge, looking for a beverage. There were a few juice bottles and other items, but I didn't want to take the last of anything. I took a few sips of a grape juice bottle, and considered getting some water, but it was time to run on, so I and my companions ran out of the house.
We were in a university classroom, and a student was going to present on his recent research. I was going to sit with some graduate student friends, but first we needed to make sure there was an aisle that extended all the way to the back of the seating, so people could reach the refreshments table. One or two of them needed to scoot their chairs apart for that, and then I needed someone to move down a seat, so there would be room for me in the 2nd row from the back. It all worked out, though I never made it over to the refreshments. The student gave his talk, which passed quickly. I took a few swigs from a whiskey bottle, and then thought it would be classier to poor a serving into a little clear plastic cup I had, so I did. But I poured too much, and then decided not to drink any of it.
It was time to run again. I was with a team, a new member on an almost fully reconstituted work team from the previous year. We were led by the one continuing member, a man, who knew where we were to run, and the mission we were on. We were to break into a compound, and collect some important supplies. The supplies and the goal were a bit of a mystery though. We didn't have full instructions. We started running across a park in a small town. It was dark out, and the streets around us were full of cars and bike commuters. I could run fast, and though I mostly was bringing up the rear of the team's single file running, I could pass some of my teammates when I pushed to run faster. We traveled across the town quickly, slowing only at one street crossing, where cars stopped, but I had to more actively avoid the bicyclists. There was slushy, melting snow on the ground, and I thought to myself that I could use my bicycle to commute again now.
My team got ahead of me as I was crossing the street, and I lost track of where they had gone up the path. I considered turning around, and seeing if they'd doubled back, but then I started running up the jogging path. There was a small creek surrounded by trees on the left of the path, grass to the right, but up a ways, there was a plain warehouse building. As I ran forward, I noticed that my team was running back this way down the path, and then turned along side of the building, now running perpendicular to the path, towards a small door in the side of the building. The appeared to be being chased, so I cut diagonally across the field to catch up with them at the door. We got in to the warehouse, and took a break within. The wife of the team leader was there, and made a comment about how different the team was now, with a suggestion that the old team had been poorly composed. We picked up some large black garbage bags of supplies, and started up a ramp which led to some stairs, continuing our climb. At the top of the stairs, there was a landing where we could all pause. I briefly noted that this was a dream, and swam through the air to the ceiling, before descending back down to my team to continue our mission.
We went through the door into another room/land. This room's air was a little thicker, but not in a way that slowed us. We paused just inside the room though, to take stock and assess our goals. One of the bags we carried spilled some jelly beans on the floor, and I ate some red ones. They were good. Across the room, there were a couple young women in black leotards, stretching. They were aerial acrobats. One of my team members noted that it was not a solid career path, because their bodies would age and degrade right as they were reaching the peak of their careers, and then what would they do? I realized that this room was actually underwater, and that we were breathing liquid air. I swam up to the top of the room, where a visible, but non-physical netting marked the end of the water, and the start of air. I surfaced, and found the air very difficult to breath. It was a little hard to swim back down, but I did, and then I pointed out the strangeness of the room to my team.
My team talked for a while, with a few small negative comments about our mission, and a few questions and discussion about where we were heading and what sorts of items we were to collect. A person who looked like a young girl was hovering to my right, and I noticed something peculiar about her. Somewhere in the conversation, someone mentioned the wearing of a mask, and she might have repeated it. She seemed annoyed, and then repeated the wearing a mask statement again. She opened a glass cabinet along the wall, and started to remove pieces of her head/mask. She was slowly revealing her true face, as the queen. No one else on my team seemed to notice yet, and I was aware that she was bothered by some of their flippant remarks about our mission.
Dec. 26th or 27th, Unstuck
Among many similar instances of getting almost-trapped and then pushing through to unstick myself in this fairly long dream, I was wandering around a science building on a university campus. It was done in blues and whites and had the "biology labs" scent of such buildings. I was trying to leave it, because I was trying to get somewhere. I entered a stairwell, that had a square, spiral staircase down to the ground floor. As I descended, the stairwell got narrower and narrower, and a young man joined me.
In many dreams, I would get stuck at this point, not able to move beyond a smaller and smaller location, but I pushed on, while talking to the guy, who asked me how to leave the space. I pushed on until we got to the bottom of the stairs, into a small room, with a double-paneled metal door with a library book drop built in to the center of it. I used my strength to pry up the first metal panel far enough that I could get through, and then I pushed out the outer metal panel, and escaped the building into the night.
Many similar situations preceded or followed this one. There were also familiar "waiting for the bus in a dark city" scenes, but in this dream, the buses did come, and I was able to find money in my wallet, and when I didn't want to wait for the buses, I just walked somewhere else. I was unstuck.
In many dreams, I would get stuck at this point, not able to move beyond a smaller and smaller location, but I pushed on, while talking to the guy, who asked me how to leave the space. I pushed on until we got to the bottom of the stairs, into a small room, with a double-paneled metal door with a library book drop built in to the center of it. I used my strength to pry up the first metal panel far enough that I could get through, and then I pushed out the outer metal panel, and escaped the building into the night.
Many similar situations preceded or followed this one. There were also familiar "waiting for the bus in a dark city" scenes, but in this dream, the buses did come, and I was able to find money in my wallet, and when I didn't want to wait for the buses, I just walked somewhere else. I was unstuck.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Chased
I was on a university campus with the general path layout, but not topography nor quite the same buildings in parts, as my waking world one. I was walking from a park-like area (where in the waking world, there is a parking lot and a building), and through a set of buildings that used to be a test high school (very similar to waking world.) I turned around to look back at the park area, and up on a small rise, there was a large, predatory animal. It may or may not have swapped out with a grizzly bear for a short while, and then it faded away/left, and a giant brown furry beast, that I was calling something (not badger, but something close), but that was maybe like a large wolverine crossed with a large mountain lion. It had the overly muscled limbs and human-ish torso of mediocre computer animated beasts in Harry Potter or The Hunger Games, but hid a lot of the poor design with long, well brushed, chocolate brown fur.
One was on the rise, and then it was joined by another, and the grizzly bear stood around with them for a bit, but wasn't menacing in the same way. I dashed into the middle of the brick-paved courtyard between the test high school buildings, to a kiosk that had a single landline phone on the counter. I looked in a small directory book, to try to find the phone number for the appropriate agency on campus to alert. A group of middle school children crowded around me, oblivious to the beasts' approach, wanting to use the phone for their own fun purposes. I successfully kept them at bay, while searching for the right number. Should I call a vet? were there animal control offices on campus? Nothing was showing up. This didn't seem like quite the appropriate thing to report to campus police. For a minute while I was looking at the directory, I offered the phone to a girl to use while I couldn't use it, but she didn't take advantage of my offer quickly enough, so I took it back.
Without success at the phone, and being able to tell that the beasts were approaching, I ran onwards to the door to my building - which looked almost just like it does in the waking world. I punched in my key code, and opened the door, but while leaning across a railing, in a way that made me have to run around a ramp a bit extra to actually enter the building. **Despite this, I successfully evaded the beasts and made it indoors, where all the lights were out. I thought this was weird, and that something strange must be happening. I was only in the loading dock entrance though, so it might be localized. I dug out my key light, and produced enough light to make it down the short hall to the next door. As I reached that door, some people approached me. There was something going on, and I could either be a servant to their cause, or I'd be in trouble. I ran to escape them, by going into the heart of the building, which was a twist on the library building, with a few features/wings from past dream-libraries. For a while I wandered around interacting with people, learning about what was going on, alternating with just wandering around as if it were a normal day.
But then the pursuit became stronger,and I ran through the main reference area, with a momentary hint that this was a dream and a failed attempt to launch into flying (never mind the ceiling is pretty low in this part of the building). I ran to a strange wing that was all white, and had semi-hidden elevators down a long hall, thinking to escape to the upstairs. But as I reached the elevators, I turned around and could see a person standing still, staring, watching me, back at the hall's entrance, and I knew that they had people just watching where I was going all the time, so there was no point in trying this method of escape. I ran back at the person hoping to run him down. I don't recall what happened at this point.
***I was back outside wandering around the courtyard, and there were campus police (primarily soft, blonde, middle-aged women) in light grey uniforms, carrying large guns in pursuit of the beasts roaming campus. That was good, but they still hadn't actually taken any out.
**Starting at this point, the order of events might be all out of whack.
***This section may be from before I entered the building, but I think it actually did come later.
One was on the rise, and then it was joined by another, and the grizzly bear stood around with them for a bit, but wasn't menacing in the same way. I dashed into the middle of the brick-paved courtyard between the test high school buildings, to a kiosk that had a single landline phone on the counter. I looked in a small directory book, to try to find the phone number for the appropriate agency on campus to alert. A group of middle school children crowded around me, oblivious to the beasts' approach, wanting to use the phone for their own fun purposes. I successfully kept them at bay, while searching for the right number. Should I call a vet? were there animal control offices on campus? Nothing was showing up. This didn't seem like quite the appropriate thing to report to campus police. For a minute while I was looking at the directory, I offered the phone to a girl to use while I couldn't use it, but she didn't take advantage of my offer quickly enough, so I took it back.
Without success at the phone, and being able to tell that the beasts were approaching, I ran onwards to the door to my building - which looked almost just like it does in the waking world. I punched in my key code, and opened the door, but while leaning across a railing, in a way that made me have to run around a ramp a bit extra to actually enter the building. **Despite this, I successfully evaded the beasts and made it indoors, where all the lights were out. I thought this was weird, and that something strange must be happening. I was only in the loading dock entrance though, so it might be localized. I dug out my key light, and produced enough light to make it down the short hall to the next door. As I reached that door, some people approached me. There was something going on, and I could either be a servant to their cause, or I'd be in trouble. I ran to escape them, by going into the heart of the building, which was a twist on the library building, with a few features/wings from past dream-libraries. For a while I wandered around interacting with people, learning about what was going on, alternating with just wandering around as if it were a normal day.
But then the pursuit became stronger,and I ran through the main reference area, with a momentary hint that this was a dream and a failed attempt to launch into flying (never mind the ceiling is pretty low in this part of the building). I ran to a strange wing that was all white, and had semi-hidden elevators down a long hall, thinking to escape to the upstairs. But as I reached the elevators, I turned around and could see a person standing still, staring, watching me, back at the hall's entrance, and I knew that they had people just watching where I was going all the time, so there was no point in trying this method of escape. I ran back at the person hoping to run him down. I don't recall what happened at this point.
***I was back outside wandering around the courtyard, and there were campus police (primarily soft, blonde, middle-aged women) in light grey uniforms, carrying large guns in pursuit of the beasts roaming campus. That was good, but they still hadn't actually taken any out.
**Starting at this point, the order of events might be all out of whack.
***This section may be from before I entered the building, but I think it actually did come later.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Leading
Wallace
Shawn who played Vizzini in the Princess Bride) said that he too had
had that dream, and that it had been a fleet of aircraft with each one
of his elite group on one of the other planes. Everyone in the room had
had that dream. With a look, he asked me to tell him his future, and I
said that I can't always see that on a person, but then he grinned at it
was written in light, shimmering blue across his teeth, and so I
foretold of his coming to power and of happiness and success. He didn't
seem especially impressed by my reading though.
Dream Mess
I've been having a lot of not-quite-remembered dreams for the past few months. And then I've had some briefly-remembered dreams that I never got around to writing up here.
Sept. 10/11
Sept. 11/12
Sept. 10/11
Sept. 11/12
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Invasion of the Skating Shrimp (Night of Mon/Tues May 27/28)
I was somewhere before this part of the dream, but that's gotten fuzzy now.
Walking in a large crowd across a large bridge, perhaps the Steel Bridge in Portland, heading towards a very large city across the water. I turned to my left and saw two women, African exchange students, one carrying a baby who was her nephew. I knew them, and they caught up to ask me a question about where we were going.
I talked with them for a minute, facing their way as we walked. As I returned my gaze frontwards, my eyes passed over creatures just below the surface of the water not far below the bridge.
There were many, giant bright red and bright blue shrimp creatures. They were all much larger than people, perhaps the smallest of them were the size of a rhinocerous.
I paused, thinking about taking a photo, but not having a camera on me, and other people looked at them.
We walked on, continuing to cross the bridge, but then the giant shrimp creatures started pulling themselves up onto the bridge, and walking across the bridge, and the dropping back over the other side into the water.
Out of the water, they were a shimmery metallic brown color, and
glistening wet, almost slimy. They didn't seem to acknowledge the
existence of the people walking on the bridge, and so we continued,
warily, to walk. One somehow caught the arm of a man near me, biting into it. The man kept quiet as we helped free his arm, but his nearly panicking almost brought the attention of the rest of the shrimp monsters on us.
We got into the city and time passed. The shrimp had taken over the city and perhaps even the world. To get food, we had to go on daring missions to raid bodegas for old canned goods. We would go when the streets were deserted of shrimp giants, and once we had our haul, we'd throw old, rotten milk containers and other smelly foods down dark alleys and then run. The scent of our decoys luring in all the nearby shrimp, as we got away, climbing up the beams of modern architecture high rises.
It became winter and the shrimp couldn't survive underwater in the freezing temperatures, and instead skated on the frozen lakes and rivers. At first they skated like hundred-legged cockroaches might, on the tips of their sharp little legs, worming back and forth across the ice quickly and in great masses to stay warm. We caught glimpses from the tops of high rises we squatted.
One day, we received an invitation from The Shrimp inviting us to one day of amnesty, for an ice skating party. The shrimp looked more cartoony at this skating party, which we of course attended. Great masses of shrimp now stood on hind legs and wore ice skates. They towered over even the tallest people, twice their height. We skated around, having a lovely time, but wary of the shrimp. They stuck to the thicker ice, while the people could skate out over thinner ice. We came to a plan. We would create a conga-line of skaters, humans at the front, skating in circles again and again on the thicker ice. The shrimp would join our line, at the end of it, and as we got faster and faster, our circle would get bigger and bigger, and then we would skate out over the thinnest ice when the shrimp were caught up in the fun, and lose them to the depths of the icy water.
Note: This marks over 1 full month of nightly dreams.
Walking in a large crowd across a large bridge, perhaps the Steel Bridge in Portland, heading towards a very large city across the water. I turned to my left and saw two women, African exchange students, one carrying a baby who was her nephew. I knew them, and they caught up to ask me a question about where we were going.
I talked with them for a minute, facing their way as we walked. As I returned my gaze frontwards, my eyes passed over creatures just below the surface of the water not far below the bridge. There were many, giant bright red and bright blue shrimp creatures. They were all much larger than people, perhaps the smallest of them were the size of a rhinocerous.
We walked on, continuing to cross the bridge, but then the giant shrimp creatures started pulling themselves up onto the bridge, and walking across the bridge, and the dropping back over the other side into the water.
Out of the water, they were a shimmery metallic brown color, and
glistening wet, almost slimy. They didn't seem to acknowledge the
existence of the people walking on the bridge, and so we continued,
warily, to walk. One somehow caught the arm of a man near me, biting into it. The man kept quiet as we helped free his arm, but his nearly panicking almost brought the attention of the rest of the shrimp monsters on us.We got into the city and time passed. The shrimp had taken over the city and perhaps even the world. To get food, we had to go on daring missions to raid bodegas for old canned goods. We would go when the streets were deserted of shrimp giants, and once we had our haul, we'd throw old, rotten milk containers and other smelly foods down dark alleys and then run. The scent of our decoys luring in all the nearby shrimp, as we got away, climbing up the beams of modern architecture high rises.
It became winter and the shrimp couldn't survive underwater in the freezing temperatures, and instead skated on the frozen lakes and rivers. At first they skated like hundred-legged cockroaches might, on the tips of their sharp little legs, worming back and forth across the ice quickly and in great masses to stay warm. We caught glimpses from the tops of high rises we squatted.
One day, we received an invitation from The Shrimp inviting us to one day of amnesty, for an ice skating party. The shrimp looked more cartoony at this skating party, which we of course attended. Great masses of shrimp now stood on hind legs and wore ice skates. They towered over even the tallest people, twice their height. We skated around, having a lovely time, but wary of the shrimp. They stuck to the thicker ice, while the people could skate out over thinner ice. We came to a plan. We would create a conga-line of skaters, humans at the front, skating in circles again and again on the thicker ice. The shrimp would join our line, at the end of it, and as we got faster and faster, our circle would get bigger and bigger, and then we would skate out over the thinnest ice when the shrimp were caught up in the fun, and lose them to the depths of the icy water.
Note: This marks over 1 full month of nightly dreams.
Two nights of poorly written up dreams
Night of Sat/Sun, May 26/27
1. We were vacationing in a nature preserve. It started in the woods, but went out over a shallow, calm ocean. We hiked out on a boardwalk/wooden platform walk for a long time, and finally reached a small visitor-info and hotel island, but it's just a rest stop with visitor info and a bathroom. The hotel had disappeared. We paused there and looked at a map and saw that we could continue out over the water, but that it would never reach land again, it dead ends out over the ocean. So we're going to have to head back. The sun is setting and it gets dark, and I worry about seeing our way back on the narrow walkway.
2. Driving in van, but behind drivers seat, can't reach pedals. Get stuck in giant ruts on dirt road, get out to group-lift it out of ruts, kajigger the back end and it bounces and becomes a better-suspension-having subaru outback. Get back into van, still can't reach pedals.
Night of Sun/Mon, May 27/28 (Memorial Day)
We check into a hotel, where I had long ago booked a room for a conference. We have our cats with us, and the room doesn't seem cat friendly, even though they checked us in. There's a balcony that looks out on a river, and the bannister doesn't seem safe for the cats. The river is rushing, and the cats are curious. I want to change hotels, to one that is more cat friendly.
I'm in a dark mall, near the hotel, where my conference is taking place. Brother A is there. I use the bathrooms, which are a bit weird. I run into A outside of them and we walk, perhaps in the direction of the hotel again.
I'm at a dinner, and there are tables of food, and I'm in front of one with many platters of skewers. I'm looking at them trying to decide what looks good to eat, and I touch one, to get a better look at its contents. Right when I notice a small pink shrimp on one end and decide to not take it, a woman comes up and is pleased that I've chosen the thing she's responsible for. So I have to take it. Next/later there's a fancy dessert table. I'm thirsty and interested in fresh fruit, but there is none. Just dry biscuits spread with chocolate ganache and bowls of mixed nuts. I'm looking at this, and scooping some onto a plate, when a fancy lady says, "A-mond fruits" (like almonds, but pronounced eh-monds)
1. We were vacationing in a nature preserve. It started in the woods, but went out over a shallow, calm ocean. We hiked out on a boardwalk/wooden platform walk for a long time, and finally reached a small visitor-info and hotel island, but it's just a rest stop with visitor info and a bathroom. The hotel had disappeared. We paused there and looked at a map and saw that we could continue out over the water, but that it would never reach land again, it dead ends out over the ocean. So we're going to have to head back. The sun is setting and it gets dark, and I worry about seeing our way back on the narrow walkway.
2. Driving in van, but behind drivers seat, can't reach pedals. Get stuck in giant ruts on dirt road, get out to group-lift it out of ruts, kajigger the back end and it bounces and becomes a better-suspension-having subaru outback. Get back into van, still can't reach pedals.
Night of Sun/Mon, May 27/28 (Memorial Day)
We check into a hotel, where I had long ago booked a room for a conference. We have our cats with us, and the room doesn't seem cat friendly, even though they checked us in. There's a balcony that looks out on a river, and the bannister doesn't seem safe for the cats. The river is rushing, and the cats are curious. I want to change hotels, to one that is more cat friendly.
I'm in a dark mall, near the hotel, where my conference is taking place. Brother A is there. I use the bathrooms, which are a bit weird. I run into A outside of them and we walk, perhaps in the direction of the hotel again.
I'm at a dinner, and there are tables of food, and I'm in front of one with many platters of skewers. I'm looking at them trying to decide what looks good to eat, and I touch one, to get a better look at its contents. Right when I notice a small pink shrimp on one end and decide to not take it, a woman comes up and is pleased that I've chosen the thing she's responsible for. So I have to take it. Next/later there's a fancy dessert table. I'm thirsty and interested in fresh fruit, but there is none. Just dry biscuits spread with chocolate ganache and bowls of mixed nuts. I'm looking at this, and scooping some onto a plate, when a fancy lady says, "A-mond fruits" (like almonds, but pronounced eh-monds)
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Night of Sat/Sun, May 18-19
Travel and waiting, travel and waiting. I was at an event, but it was preparatory for more travel and another event. We were transporting a large vehicle of some sort... perhaps towing a boat, or driving a boat, maybe on the water or on the road. We had stopped at a large mall slash hotel place and parked part of our transport in an open-air parking complex nearby, and I had spent time in a hotel room. We were coming back here to spend more time, but first we had to deliver the vehicle, or maybe its cargo.
I dressed for a party in the dimly lit hotel room. My things were in the leftside drawers of a long, low dresser. I left and got in an elevator with a number of people. It was crowded. It stopped at the incorrect floor for me, but most people were exiting, and I decided I'd just walk the extra distance, so I exited and walked across an open-air mostly-cement structure, up some cement stairs approaching where my vehicle was in the parking structure.
A tall, menacing gangster in a long cape with a bit of a hip flare to him and two henchmen approached me in a fairly open space before the main parking area. They demanded the money I was carrying, and I dug into my two front pockets of my dress to give them all of the coins in them, hoping that they'd ignore the lump of my wallet in my back right pocket. I gave them the coins, and then lay down on the pavement face down, worrying about my wallet. After I laid down though, the bad guys were replaced or pushed out by a tall, similarly-flowing-20s-gangster-suit-dressed super slender woman who held no ill-will towards me. The henchmen were replaced by a large group of average looking adults arranged in a diagonal grid, as if they were about to engage in a fancy choreographed group dance.
One of the people in the group, near me, was D (RIP), with his hair cut short in the style of his weekly haircut [of last night's dream]. He was stuck in this group, in a form of purgatory - not unpleasant, just unfinished/unending, but temporary in that it can be passed through when one is ready.
There was a sense of enlightenment/nirvana/white patterns on the edge of the whole... but it was just beyond most people's grasp/awareness. There was the whole, but this was additional. I could see and touch the manifestation of enlightenment, but it was somehow exterior or additional to what most were aware of. It seemed obvious, and weird to be exterior.
I dressed for a party in the dimly lit hotel room. My things were in the leftside drawers of a long, low dresser. I left and got in an elevator with a number of people. It was crowded. It stopped at the incorrect floor for me, but most people were exiting, and I decided I'd just walk the extra distance, so I exited and walked across an open-air mostly-cement structure, up some cement stairs approaching where my vehicle was in the parking structure.
A tall, menacing gangster in a long cape with a bit of a hip flare to him and two henchmen approached me in a fairly open space before the main parking area. They demanded the money I was carrying, and I dug into my two front pockets of my dress to give them all of the coins in them, hoping that they'd ignore the lump of my wallet in my back right pocket. I gave them the coins, and then lay down on the pavement face down, worrying about my wallet. After I laid down though, the bad guys were replaced or pushed out by a tall, similarly-flowing-20s-gangster-suit-dressed super slender woman who held no ill-will towards me. The henchmen were replaced by a large group of average looking adults arranged in a diagonal grid, as if they were about to engage in a fancy choreographed group dance.
One of the people in the group, near me, was D (RIP), with his hair cut short in the style of his weekly haircut [of last night's dream]. He was stuck in this group, in a form of purgatory - not unpleasant, just unfinished/unending, but temporary in that it can be passed through when one is ready.
There was a sense of enlightenment/nirvana/white patterns on the edge of the whole... but it was just beyond most people's grasp/awareness. There was the whole, but this was additional. I could see and touch the manifestation of enlightenment, but it was somehow exterior or additional to what most were aware of. It seemed obvious, and weird to be exterior.
Weeks and weeks of dreams
Since April 27 or 28 I have had vivid dreams nightly. They started as hard to remember, frantic, strange things that would disappear upon waking, but were clearly there when they were there. Over the past few weeks, they have continued, a couple per night, but finally calming a bit since Monday or Tuesday May 14/15ish.
I still haven't remembered the majority of them, but I recall the tone of them more, and some I have been able to remember bits of, to write up here, as I related them in other venues, briefly, right after they occurred:
Night of Fri/Sat, May 17/18
D's (RIP) Hair - haircuts weekly causing anxiety despite the knowledge that it would grow back perfectly by the end of each week. His widow still widowed despite his continued existence, a blue sky, and a little trail of tiny white cloud poofs out the window.
Event Day, with tropical sidewalk morning wedding banquet, to which I was not invited, but for a woman with whom I was not acquainted, and so it did not matter... plus I was to see all the same friends at a party that afternoon, except I had not packed appropriate clothing. Plus, J was missing his right arm below the elbow, but had a double-arm down to that point. J and AR were the most prominent people in this dream, though EH merged with J momentarily.
Night of Thurs/Fri, May 16/17
I woke up one minute before my alarm clock went off, with a major pain in my back, having had this dream that I pinched my back/spine somehow and asked R to massage it and then he pushed on it worse, which woke me up. Other dreams were had, but this erased them.
First calm dreams - Night of Tues/Wed May 14/15
I was reading my diary from when I was a kid - but there were way more entries than I ever really wrote in a diary and it started out like my old pink diary, and then progressed to become like my Ramona Quimby fill-in-diary and as I got older - to like 11 or 12, the pages started to have fill in the blank stuff and very 90s photo/drawing pics of him and it kind of jumped between "reading" the diary and looking up from it to see myself at 11 or so but I was a way more outgoing and cool version of me. Before that I dreamed that I was in a large bathroom, but it wasn't really a scary/gross-bathroom anxiety dream
Vaguely Remembered - Night of Sun/Mon May 12/13
There was an ant on the bottom of my foot, so naturally I dislodged it, and naturally then there were bees all over my legs and arms. I accidentally squished one of them and then was concerned the rest would start stinging me. I stumbled out onto a porch while someone went to find some incense to smoke them away. I did something that made them all fly off, but I can't recall what it was.
I still haven't remembered the majority of them, but I recall the tone of them more, and some I have been able to remember bits of, to write up here, as I related them in other venues, briefly, right after they occurred:
Night of Fri/Sat, May 17/18
D's (RIP) Hair - haircuts weekly causing anxiety despite the knowledge that it would grow back perfectly by the end of each week. His widow still widowed despite his continued existence, a blue sky, and a little trail of tiny white cloud poofs out the window.
Event Day, with tropical sidewalk morning wedding banquet, to which I was not invited, but for a woman with whom I was not acquainted, and so it did not matter... plus I was to see all the same friends at a party that afternoon, except I had not packed appropriate clothing. Plus, J was missing his right arm below the elbow, but had a double-arm down to that point. J and AR were the most prominent people in this dream, though EH merged with J momentarily.
Night of Thurs/Fri, May 16/17
I woke up one minute before my alarm clock went off, with a major pain in my back, having had this dream that I pinched my back/spine somehow and asked R to massage it and then he pushed on it worse, which woke me up. Other dreams were had, but this erased them.
First calm dreams - Night of Tues/Wed May 14/15
I was reading my diary from when I was a kid - but there were way more entries than I ever really wrote in a diary and it started out like my old pink diary, and then progressed to become like my Ramona Quimby fill-in-diary and as I got older - to like 11 or 12, the pages started to have fill in the blank stuff and very 90s photo/drawing pics of him and it kind of jumped between "reading" the diary and looking up from it to see myself at 11 or so but I was a way more outgoing and cool version of me. Before that I dreamed that I was in a large bathroom, but it wasn't really a scary/gross-bathroom anxiety dream
Vaguely Remembered - Night of Sun/Mon May 12/13
There was an ant on the bottom of my foot, so naturally I dislodged it, and naturally then there were bees all over my legs and arms. I accidentally squished one of them and then was concerned the rest would start stinging me. I stumbled out onto a porch while someone went to find some incense to smoke them away. I did something that made them all fly off, but I can't recall what it was.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Show
In the middle of other dream events, I wandered into a small old theater where a music performance along the lines of Current 93 or People Like Us or Swans or Tear Garden was going to happen. A bunch of my friends were there, though most of them were already in the performance space finding seats. I ran into a couple people, including DB at the concession stands, where we bought ice cream cones and popcorn. It was his birthday.
We wandered into the seating area, and on the left, back side of the space, I found a group of friends including AR, RS, and RB-L. They had taken a cluster of seats, and while there weren't many seats around them, in the back row of their cluster, RB-L was alone and had some empty seats, so I asked if I could join her. I was going to do that, but first I wandered back out to the concessions area.
We wandered into the seating area, and on the left, back side of the space, I found a group of friends including AR, RS, and RB-L. They had taken a cluster of seats, and while there weren't many seats around them, in the back row of their cluster, RB-L was alone and had some empty seats, so I asked if I could join her. I was going to do that, but first I wandered back out to the concessions area.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Islands, with a short cut bridge fail
My car had broken down and I didn't want to wait to repair it. My friend J came along in an old volvo and picked up my boy cat and me. I
convinced J to drive a shortcut back to the island I was trying to get
back to via a tiny, makeshift bridge-road, rather than the big bridge
that would go far out of the way and add an hour to the drive. And so she drove down the tiny bridge and almost drove off of it, but stopped in time to catch
the car, backed up, and then drove a bit farther and did drive off of it. The car disappeared as it fell and the three of us plunged into the water, feet
first, straight down, about 12 feet to near the bottom.
Boy-cat was near my head, floating down with me, looking annoyed at the situation. So as soon as I had less downward momentum, I pushed him upwards towards the surface, and then we all swam up, and I put him on my shoulders and we started swimming across the water, towards the far off island still. (Boy-cat appreciated the push and being on my shoulders. The water was a comfortable temperature, cats just don't like swimming...)
The drop through the water looked sort of like this... but underwater...
Boy-cat was near my head, floating down with me, looking annoyed at the situation. So as soon as I had less downward momentum, I pushed him upwards towards the surface, and then we all swam up, and I put him on my shoulders and we started swimming across the water, towards the far off island still. (Boy-cat appreciated the push and being on my shoulders. The water was a comfortable temperature, cats just don't like swimming...)
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Excerpt
In the middle of a much longer, fairly involved dream, I ended up in a public bathroom... possibly at a college or high school. I was in a large stall that was three toilet-stalls big... which was awkward, but not really. None of us were actively using the toilets. I was on the left (with my back to the toilet, front to the stall door) and directly to my right, a man was sitting in a wheelchair, and to his right, there were two women chatting in the third "stall" area. I had to go over to where the two women were, so I did that and grabbed something (maybe a roll of tp) and then went back to my space. I said something to the fellow in the middle to excuse climbing over him, and he said something back. He was strapped into a sleek, but basic wheelchair, was dressed in a fairly goth style, and some goth music, maybe Sisters of Mercy or similar, radiated out from him. I felt strongly attracted to him, and needed to talk to him more.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
House Adventures
Dream 1
We've moved into a new place. It's a house that was well known in college for being a party house, and for being very run down. But it's been fixed up quite a bit, so there are no major problems and there's fresh paint over even the weird patchy walls. The dominant colors are a dark grey and a dark brown, but there's a nice morning light coming through windows so that the place isn't dark or cold. The house is huge and the spaces in it are big and open with high ceilings. We're just renting a couple rooms in this shared house and it is super cheap - about $135 per month. My two cats look around, and spend a long time looking out the windows. They are not pleased with the space because it doesn't have the yard and wild lands that our old [waking life] place has for them to roam. There's a lot of traffic on the street outside the house so I don't want them to go out, but they find a way out and find a small patch of grass to roll around in. They are not happy with the house though, and I don't like them being outside with all the traffic. But the rent is very cheap so I'm conflicted.
Dream 2
I'm headed to work along my usual bike commute route, though I'm walking/hovering/not really paying attention to how I'm moving. At a spot which in waking life always has a bunch of older teens who smoke and drag babies around with them and seem to be heading to an alternative high school environment, all of that is going on. I try to detour around them, and turn right up a block I don't usually go up, and then I turn right again at the next block. This has become a very suburban street with cute diverse older-style pacific northwest houses lining it.
I go up the block and at the intersection the house across the street on the right side seems to be where the teens are headed for the day. Still trying to detour around them, I walk towards the house a bit, and find that the road curves steeply upwards towards the curb by the house. I can't climb all the way up it, and when I turn around I see how steep it was and don't want to go back down. So I walk along the side, neither climbing nor descending, and up the street farther. I climb a slight hill as I get to the end of this block (which turns the corner to the right, but deadends shortly after) and look up, to see the house at the end of the block looming over the rest of the neighborhood.
The house is tall grey concrete with a nondescript garage door in the center of it. About 2 stories up, a bulbous tree trunk and roots bulge/bubble out over the edge of the concrete structure. I go up the hill of the street to the right just till I'm to the right of this house, and find a way onto the house. This part that I've entered is at the base of the bulging tree trunk, and is made of brittle, but thick dark grey branches that encircle the trunk, all growing out in rings at about the same height, so that there's a ring of branches at my feet, and another ring at about my shoulder height. The lower ring goes out about 9 feet before curving upwards, while the upper ring curves upwards quickly, so that I can walk on the lower ring, while holding the upper ring of branches for support.
I don't trust these branches to support me, so I walk catlike testing each step, and having a good grip on two upper branches at all times. Walking clockwise around the base of the tree, I spiral upwards two levels. For a while, the lower branches are filled in with what appears to be a single layer-brick wall that is lying on its side, built with the branches for support, but they're crumbling and only one layer thick, so I stick to the branches as much as possible.
At the top of this climb, I enter a circular room, which is warmly lit as if by fire/candles and filled with deep reds and browns. The center of the room is dominated by a large circular wood table. There are fireplaces on both sides of the room, the left one framed in dark wood and the right one made of light grey stone, but there's no fire burning in either. There's a big pot of lamp oil in a corner, dark red rugs and dark wooden chests about the room, cozy clutter on surfaces, and overall the feel is that the room belongs to a wizard. There are no candles or other lights to be seen, except for one single battery powered mock-candle on a small table which is not responsible for the light in the room.
I'm struck with the idea that I should make a fire, so I start gathering flammable objects on and under the big circular table in the middle of the room. I put a sheet over the table am fiddling with a box of large matches and am thinking about pouring the lamp oil over everything, when someone else joins me in the room and tosses a bunch of quilts on to the table, wads up a sheet, dunks it in the lamp oil and tries to toss the damp sheet wadded up on top of the table too. I protest that they're messing up my fire and they respond with some annoyed comment and leave me to continue. I shift the other person's quilts around, put the wadded up oiled sheet under the table with my other kindling and salvage what I can of the lamp oil left in the pot, drizzling it over the table. I go back to fiddling with the box of large matches and wake up before I actually light one.
We've moved into a new place. It's a house that was well known in college for being a party house, and for being very run down. But it's been fixed up quite a bit, so there are no major problems and there's fresh paint over even the weird patchy walls. The dominant colors are a dark grey and a dark brown, but there's a nice morning light coming through windows so that the place isn't dark or cold. The house is huge and the spaces in it are big and open with high ceilings. We're just renting a couple rooms in this shared house and it is super cheap - about $135 per month. My two cats look around, and spend a long time looking out the windows. They are not pleased with the space because it doesn't have the yard and wild lands that our old [waking life] place has for them to roam. There's a lot of traffic on the street outside the house so I don't want them to go out, but they find a way out and find a small patch of grass to roll around in. They are not happy with the house though, and I don't like them being outside with all the traffic. But the rent is very cheap so I'm conflicted.
Dream 2
I'm headed to work along my usual bike commute route, though I'm walking/hovering/not really paying attention to how I'm moving. At a spot which in waking life always has a bunch of older teens who smoke and drag babies around with them and seem to be heading to an alternative high school environment, all of that is going on. I try to detour around them, and turn right up a block I don't usually go up, and then I turn right again at the next block. This has become a very suburban street with cute diverse older-style pacific northwest houses lining it.
I go up the block and at the intersection the house across the street on the right side seems to be where the teens are headed for the day. Still trying to detour around them, I walk towards the house a bit, and find that the road curves steeply upwards towards the curb by the house. I can't climb all the way up it, and when I turn around I see how steep it was and don't want to go back down. So I walk along the side, neither climbing nor descending, and up the street farther. I climb a slight hill as I get to the end of this block (which turns the corner to the right, but deadends shortly after) and look up, to see the house at the end of the block looming over the rest of the neighborhood.
The house is tall grey concrete with a nondescript garage door in the center of it. About 2 stories up, a bulbous tree trunk and roots bulge/bubble out over the edge of the concrete structure. I go up the hill of the street to the right just till I'm to the right of this house, and find a way onto the house. This part that I've entered is at the base of the bulging tree trunk, and is made of brittle, but thick dark grey branches that encircle the trunk, all growing out in rings at about the same height, so that there's a ring of branches at my feet, and another ring at about my shoulder height. The lower ring goes out about 9 feet before curving upwards, while the upper ring curves upwards quickly, so that I can walk on the lower ring, while holding the upper ring of branches for support.
I don't trust these branches to support me, so I walk catlike testing each step, and having a good grip on two upper branches at all times. Walking clockwise around the base of the tree, I spiral upwards two levels. For a while, the lower branches are filled in with what appears to be a single layer-brick wall that is lying on its side, built with the branches for support, but they're crumbling and only one layer thick, so I stick to the branches as much as possible.
At the top of this climb, I enter a circular room, which is warmly lit as if by fire/candles and filled with deep reds and browns. The center of the room is dominated by a large circular wood table. There are fireplaces on both sides of the room, the left one framed in dark wood and the right one made of light grey stone, but there's no fire burning in either. There's a big pot of lamp oil in a corner, dark red rugs and dark wooden chests about the room, cozy clutter on surfaces, and overall the feel is that the room belongs to a wizard. There are no candles or other lights to be seen, except for one single battery powered mock-candle on a small table which is not responsible for the light in the room.
I'm struck with the idea that I should make a fire, so I start gathering flammable objects on and under the big circular table in the middle of the room. I put a sheet over the table am fiddling with a box of large matches and am thinking about pouring the lamp oil over everything, when someone else joins me in the room and tosses a bunch of quilts on to the table, wads up a sheet, dunks it in the lamp oil and tries to toss the damp sheet wadded up on top of the table too. I protest that they're messing up my fire and they respond with some annoyed comment and leave me to continue. I shift the other person's quilts around, put the wadded up oiled sheet under the table with my other kindling and salvage what I can of the lamp oil left in the pot, drizzling it over the table. I go back to fiddling with the box of large matches and wake up before I actually light one.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Wind
A bus full of people with whom I was traveling was leaving without me. I ran outside to tell them to stop, but saw that if I ran, they would easily be gone before I could catch them. So I decided to fly over. I leapt and took off, flying low above the ground towards the bus, which was just starting to pull through the driveway. The bus turned down the driveway, somewhat towards me, so I adjusted my direction, and thought to myself that I should just ask the driver where their next stop would be, and then plan to fly and catch up with them after I was done here. But then, as I was correcting my course to fly towards them, a giant wind picked up and held me back. It was a strong wind across my face and body, and it blew me back to being awake.
This is the only time in a dream that I can recall that there has been real wind.
This is the only time in a dream that I can recall that there has been real wind.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Dress from two nights ago
I put on a plain, dark, button up blouse, and then a very full, dark grey wool skirt, that billowed out over my hips in thick warm folds that continued down to my feet. I had been given a gift from the people who were taking me away, and so I put it on over this - a coat made of the most luxurious, soft, long, pig fur. It was brown and well combed. It was quite fitted, and was tight to button over my blouse. At the top of my skirt, it spread out over the back of my skirts, but wouldn't close over the front. I determined that this was how it was meant to fit, leaving the front of my skirts viewable.
I awoke before I could go anywhere in this magnificent outfit.
Others
[Most of the following is an approximation/rebuilding of a dream, rather than specific details.]
I was going about my dream doing dream things, having just chosen a new laptop I was going to purchase when I noticed them following me, talking about me, thinking I couldn't hear. They weren't saying anything too notable, just commenting on the things I was doing, like, "look at how she's walking towards the counter," and "she's probably the one," types of comments. One circled around the room quickly and so was walking towards me the next moment. I stooped down to adjust how I was carrying my laptop box, and the man walking towards me noted to himself, or to the other fellow, that I seemed to be acknowledging that I knew who he was, at least to some extent.
He passed me, and I made a little turn towards the checkout counter of this computer store. When the clerk was about to ring me up, the two men approached and paid for my laptop. I was thrilled, though I also knew I was now tied to them. The man who had circled around was a prince of another world, and I was also of there, though raised here away from that. We had been betrothed for a long time, and were now properly meeting. He was quite charming, and I was not upset to have this all revealed. I had already mostly been aware of this anyhow, though I wasn't exactly supposed to be aware, having been raised in this reality.
We wandered off to a place where he and his people were staying. It was some hotel. I was around a number of people for some time, and with him for a while, and things were talked about. Then, a woman, who was associated with these people, but who had separate motives, took me for a walk. We walked outside of the hotel, through a courtyard along side part of the hotel. The walls of the hotel were about 3 or 4 stories high, each level being rather tall, and were a salmon-pink stucco. The sky was bright and blue, the grass was green, there was a deep blue, calm river to our right, and we walked on a tan sidewalk. On the grass, all around us, and under a sheltered patio of the hotel, were beautiful women, who were stretching and practicing for a pagaent.
As we walked, I commented to the woman that this seemed like a weird mix of the fake indoor Venice in Vegas, and some other sort of hotel. She made some remark, or chuckled, and we walked past these women, between the hotel and another building of the same salmon pink. We sat down at a little cafe table that appeared, and she talked to me as if she were trying to get me to reveal what I knew and what I didn't know. I looked down at my knees and agreed with some of the things she said. When I looked up, she was gone, and I looked around and noticed that the walls had transformed into a dusty-stone look, and I was on what appeared to be a mildly populated Rennaisance Italy street. I looked across from my cafe table, and on a grassy hill, I noticed women lolling about in the sun, in fancy dresses, with long lizard tails that matched their dress colors.
Before I had a chance to do anything, a grey, stone-like doorway opened in a wall a little up the slight hill of grass and my betrothed appeared. He seemed relieved to have found me, and concerned that the woman I had walked off with had purposefully tried to leave me in a strange land. I was happy that he'd found me, because I probably would have had some trouble in this place if I had stuck around by myself for longer, but I was less convinced that that woman's motives had been so malicious overall.
I was going about my dream doing dream things, having just chosen a new laptop I was going to purchase when I noticed them following me, talking about me, thinking I couldn't hear. They weren't saying anything too notable, just commenting on the things I was doing, like, "look at how she's walking towards the counter," and "she's probably the one," types of comments. One circled around the room quickly and so was walking towards me the next moment. I stooped down to adjust how I was carrying my laptop box, and the man walking towards me noted to himself, or to the other fellow, that I seemed to be acknowledging that I knew who he was, at least to some extent.
He passed me, and I made a little turn towards the checkout counter of this computer store. When the clerk was about to ring me up, the two men approached and paid for my laptop. I was thrilled, though I also knew I was now tied to them. The man who had circled around was a prince of another world, and I was also of there, though raised here away from that. We had been betrothed for a long time, and were now properly meeting. He was quite charming, and I was not upset to have this all revealed. I had already mostly been aware of this anyhow, though I wasn't exactly supposed to be aware, having been raised in this reality.
We wandered off to a place where he and his people were staying. It was some hotel. I was around a number of people for some time, and with him for a while, and things were talked about. Then, a woman, who was associated with these people, but who had separate motives, took me for a walk. We walked outside of the hotel, through a courtyard along side part of the hotel. The walls of the hotel were about 3 or 4 stories high, each level being rather tall, and were a salmon-pink stucco. The sky was bright and blue, the grass was green, there was a deep blue, calm river to our right, and we walked on a tan sidewalk. On the grass, all around us, and under a sheltered patio of the hotel, were beautiful women, who were stretching and practicing for a pagaent.
As we walked, I commented to the woman that this seemed like a weird mix of the fake indoor Venice in Vegas, and some other sort of hotel. She made some remark, or chuckled, and we walked past these women, between the hotel and another building of the same salmon pink. We sat down at a little cafe table that appeared, and she talked to me as if she were trying to get me to reveal what I knew and what I didn't know. I looked down at my knees and agreed with some of the things she said. When I looked up, she was gone, and I looked around and noticed that the walls had transformed into a dusty-stone look, and I was on what appeared to be a mildly populated Rennaisance Italy street. I looked across from my cafe table, and on a grassy hill, I noticed women lolling about in the sun, in fancy dresses, with long lizard tails that matched their dress colors.
Before I had a chance to do anything, a grey, stone-like doorway opened in a wall a little up the slight hill of grass and my betrothed appeared. He seemed relieved to have found me, and concerned that the woman I had walked off with had purposefully tried to leave me in a strange land. I was happy that he'd found me, because I probably would have had some trouble in this place if I had stuck around by myself for longer, but I was less convinced that that woman's motives had been so malicious overall.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Ripe Fruit
I picked a bowl of apples off
of my apple tree, to see if they were any good. And then I let them sit
overnight, and they developed a lot of red color and were delicious and
one was pumpkin sized and had bits of
blue cheese marbled through it (but otherwise still tasted like a
fresh, crisp, juicy apple. And then I noticed a papaya tree growing in
my living room, and went over and picked a bunch to determine if they
were any good (since obviously I'd neglected out of lack of noticing
it). Some were a bit overripe, but some seemed good (didn't taste any.)
Then I asked someone (R?) to cut off a slice of the apples to try, but he found one that was weird and green-orange and seedy like a pumpkin inside and I saw that it was dark green on the outside, and I exclaimed along the lines of, "not that bad one, try a good one!"
Then I asked someone (R?) to cut off a slice of the apples to try, but he found one that was weird and green-orange and seedy like a pumpkin inside and I saw that it was dark green on the outside, and I exclaimed along the lines of, "not that bad one, try a good one!"
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