I dreamed I lived in an apartment upstairs from a hairstylist I used to have cut my hair. I'd borrowed her margarita mixer and was drinking it with vodka after work. I finished my drink and went down to borrow some more. She wasn't home but I borrowed it anyway. (How obnoxious of me!) Her apartment was really not a separate entity. An older couple (the owners of the house) had the first floor and her apartment was sort of merged with theirs though she did have her own kitchenette, etc.
When I got back upstairs with my illicitly borrowed mixer, I debate whether to pour a bunch into another bottle so I don't have to hang on to her mixer or just leave her a note that I owe her a bottle of mixer. I have a tray of shot glasses half-filled with booze and finally decide to just pour mixer in each one and put the bottle back with a note (I was starting to feel quite the heel for the mooching.)
I noticed that someone had decorated my dining area and left me a cheerful bouquet of flowers, a card, and a balloon for my birthday. Some of my friends had stopped by. I thought it was really sweet but disappointed I missed them. I figured they might come back though.
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I dreamed last night I was at some sort of street festival. It was being held off the main street in an old mill town. City-style buildings, maybe 3-4 stories high at most. I'd wandered to the main street with a friend and as we were standing there, a jet landed on the main street. I was talking about the jet's landing gear being rotary gear instead of conventional gear (which makes no sense to me now) and was pointing out some aspect of the landing gear when I happened to glance up and realize that the pilot made an impossible landing by missing the overhead wires which were strung across the street. He landed through a gap between sets of wires that was barely as long as the plane. I yelled to another friend that it was a hell of a landing but realized she couldn't hear me. I walked over to the plane where a bunch of airport people I know were gathered and repeated myself.
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I realize today that this may have been somewhat precognitive. Although today's impossible landing was in the water and not a city street, the plane was about the right size for an A320. Despite the utter impossibility of such a landing, it occurred and no one was killed in either my dream nor the reality. Also, witnesses say they actually wondered whether the plane was some sort of sea plane, the landing seemed so unprecipitous; seaplanes land on floats, a different type of landing gear certainly than conventional gear.
This is kind of odd, I know, but, for all that I'm a pilot, I don't dream (at night) about flying.
So, at any rate, I think it was a bit precognitive which doesn't happen to me much.
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I realize today that this may have been somewhat precognitive. Although today's impossible landing was in the water and not a city street, the plane was about the right size for an A320. Despite the utter impossibility of such a landing, it occurred and no one was killed in either my dream nor the reality. Also, witnesses say they actually wondered whether the plane was some sort of sea plane, the landing seemed so unprecipitous; seaplanes land on floats, a different type of landing gear certainly than conventional gear.
This is kind of odd, I know, but, for all that I'm a pilot, I don't dream (at night) about flying.
So, at any rate, I think it was a bit precognitive which doesn't happen to me much.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
A couple of quick mental images from the last couple of days.
About 4 days ago:
I dreamed I was at some sort of training or school. We were being housed in an old department store, I think. My choir director was also attending the training. Instead of dorm rooms, they'd partitioned the various big areas of the old deprtment store with those pipe-and-drape things they use for tradeshows into various "roomettes". Others were complaining about it. I was thinking that at least we had a lot more space than the people who got dorm rooms but, later, it occurred to me that I would have to be very quiet if I wanted to do anything of a personal nature.
A couple nights ago:
I dreamed I was in a hotel suite. My parents and sister were there. There had been some sort of battle and John and I had retrieved these three nearly newborn infants. Somehow, either John had killed their parents in the battle or something like that. My mother asked what we were going to do with them and we were going to give them to some social service agency. We were getting ready to leave the area the next day as the battle/war in this area was done and we needed to move on. The babies are in some sort of co-sleeper attached to the bed. I'm getting onto the bed to crawl over to comfort one of the babies and thinking I didn't want to give them up, the poor little things. Meanwhile, I'm also realizing that someone (my mother, I think) has tried to clean some sort of grease spots on the comforter to the bed with some nasty chemical and has poured so much on that the pillow and comforter are soaked through in spots and unusable. I'm mad and demanding to know WTF she was thinking.
About 4 days ago:
I dreamed I was at some sort of training or school. We were being housed in an old department store, I think. My choir director was also attending the training. Instead of dorm rooms, they'd partitioned the various big areas of the old deprtment store with those pipe-and-drape things they use for tradeshows into various "roomettes". Others were complaining about it. I was thinking that at least we had a lot more space than the people who got dorm rooms but, later, it occurred to me that I would have to be very quiet if I wanted to do anything of a personal nature.
A couple nights ago:
I dreamed I was in a hotel suite. My parents and sister were there. There had been some sort of battle and John and I had retrieved these three nearly newborn infants. Somehow, either John had killed their parents in the battle or something like that. My mother asked what we were going to do with them and we were going to give them to some social service agency. We were getting ready to leave the area the next day as the battle/war in this area was done and we needed to move on. The babies are in some sort of co-sleeper attached to the bed. I'm getting onto the bed to crawl over to comfort one of the babies and thinking I didn't want to give them up, the poor little things. Meanwhile, I'm also realizing that someone (my mother, I think) has tried to clean some sort of grease spots on the comforter to the bed with some nasty chemical and has poured so much on that the pillow and comforter are soaked through in spots and unusable. I'm mad and demanding to know WTF she was thinking.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Ok, I know I've been dreaming but I have only two mental images left for 3 days worth of dreams...
From three nights ago -
I'm picking up a very long cat turd from the floor with a kleenex.
From two nights ago -
I'm in some sort of fish truck with a friend and she's showing me a fish wrapped in plastic wrap on one of those white styro trays they use in meat departments. It's got kind of a shimmery rainbow effect on its scales. We've (she's) been making the rounds of restaurants/homes dropping off various fish/seafood. This is the only one left. I ask "what's that?" She says, "This, my friend, is a Undeliverable Fish."
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I think I'm going to adopt that term "Undeliverable Fish"... to mean something along the lines of an idea that's totally escaped my mind (like these dreams evaporated). It was just something about how she stated it... Very random but wicked funny and apropos (in the dream) all at the same time.
So there you have it, cat turds and undeliverable fish.
From three nights ago -
I'm picking up a very long cat turd from the floor with a kleenex.
From two nights ago -
I'm in some sort of fish truck with a friend and she's showing me a fish wrapped in plastic wrap on one of those white styro trays they use in meat departments. It's got kind of a shimmery rainbow effect on its scales. We've (she's) been making the rounds of restaurants/homes dropping off various fish/seafood. This is the only one left. I ask "what's that?" She says, "This, my friend, is a Undeliverable Fish."
~~~
I think I'm going to adopt that term "Undeliverable Fish"... to mean something along the lines of an idea that's totally escaped my mind (like these dreams evaporated). It was just something about how she stated it... Very random but wicked funny and apropos (in the dream) all at the same time.
So there you have it, cat turds and undeliverable fish.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Ok, so nobody was after me personally in last night's dream and, back to the usual, I was nice and calm through the whole thing.
I'm in the military - I think I'm a pilot by training though I'm not sure I'm flying now. Probably AF but maybe another branch. I'm stationed at a stargate-like research facility on an island in a very wide but not terribly deep river that abuts a large metropolis (Minneapolis/St. Paul maybe except that the city's only on one side of the river). I'm returning to base from being on leave somewhere in a regional jet (smaller than a 737, maybe a 727?). The other passengers are civilians, I believe. I know the pilot (MO).
I'm watching out the window as we descend to land. We're low enough that I can clearly see the facilities hidden under the riverbed. The river was diverted over the flood plain to hide the facilities built underground there and, through the brown tinted but transparent water, you can clearly see the roads, buildings, etc. that used to be part of the community (but aren't anymore since it's, well, all flooded) from the air, particularly this low. The river is maybe 20' deep in most places. There is a airport in the middle - the tarmac looks fresh and the runways look like they run 36/18 and maybe 30/12. I know they're meant for smaller craft like fighter jets. I also see what I recognize as a troop transport (flat ferrylike boat with individual spaces painted on top like parking places).
I can feel us starting to flare to land but realize it's too soon, that we're not going to make the runway. I feel the pilot fighting the aircraft but the tail catches in the water, pulling the nose to the left. We make it out of the water but it feels like the aileron is stuck and we keep veering sharply to the left. We clip a couple phone poles and a tree or two. We finally knock a few windows out of one side of a skyscraper (with the tip of the wing) and come to rest quite normally on a side street facing the river, as if we were a car waiting to turn onto the main boulevard that runs along the river.
Everyone appears to be ok but they're starting to get up and want to get out of the plane. I order everyone to "SIT DOWN!" and identify myself as a military officer. I tell them that we need to wait for assistance. I go to the front of the plane and ask MO if there's a way to "crack a window" (i.e., get some ventilation) without turning the plane back on. He says no and asks me if I'm "playing it as a 5?" (Treating it as a potential terrorist threat.) I say yes - grateful that he remembered the number because I was wracking my brain for it and couldn't come up with it. This is why we can't leave the plane as, if it is a terrorist threat, it (and any suspects and evidence) needs to remain contained. People on the street (random passersby) are trying to open the doors anyway. (One looks like TB and is just as bullheaded as he is in RL.) The doors look like city bus doors though reinforced and not see through.
I'm in the military - I think I'm a pilot by training though I'm not sure I'm flying now. Probably AF but maybe another branch. I'm stationed at a stargate-like research facility on an island in a very wide but not terribly deep river that abuts a large metropolis (Minneapolis/St. Paul maybe except that the city's only on one side of the river). I'm returning to base from being on leave somewhere in a regional jet (smaller than a 737, maybe a 727?). The other passengers are civilians, I believe. I know the pilot (MO).
I'm watching out the window as we descend to land. We're low enough that I can clearly see the facilities hidden under the riverbed. The river was diverted over the flood plain to hide the facilities built underground there and, through the brown tinted but transparent water, you can clearly see the roads, buildings, etc. that used to be part of the community (but aren't anymore since it's, well, all flooded) from the air, particularly this low. The river is maybe 20' deep in most places. There is a airport in the middle - the tarmac looks fresh and the runways look like they run 36/18 and maybe 30/12. I know they're meant for smaller craft like fighter jets. I also see what I recognize as a troop transport (flat ferrylike boat with individual spaces painted on top like parking places).
I can feel us starting to flare to land but realize it's too soon, that we're not going to make the runway. I feel the pilot fighting the aircraft but the tail catches in the water, pulling the nose to the left. We make it out of the water but it feels like the aileron is stuck and we keep veering sharply to the left. We clip a couple phone poles and a tree or two. We finally knock a few windows out of one side of a skyscraper (with the tip of the wing) and come to rest quite normally on a side street facing the river, as if we were a car waiting to turn onto the main boulevard that runs along the river.
Everyone appears to be ok but they're starting to get up and want to get out of the plane. I order everyone to "SIT DOWN!" and identify myself as a military officer. I tell them that we need to wait for assistance. I go to the front of the plane and ask MO if there's a way to "crack a window" (i.e., get some ventilation) without turning the plane back on. He says no and asks me if I'm "playing it as a 5?" (Treating it as a potential terrorist threat.) I say yes - grateful that he remembered the number because I was wracking my brain for it and couldn't come up with it. This is why we can't leave the plane as, if it is a terrorist threat, it (and any suspects and evidence) needs to remain contained. People on the street (random passersby) are trying to open the doors anyway. (One looks like TB and is just as bullheaded as he is in RL.) The doors look like city bus doors though reinforced and not see through.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Ok, I haven't remembered a dream in a while but, yow, I'm kind of wishing I didn't remember this one.
It seems we were out with friends and kids at some sort of resort for the weekend. (John's "growing up" friends and their families.) I'm at the front desk of the hotel - which is a series of little booths, almost like the ticket windows at an arena (but done in teak, etc. not plastic and metal) - and his friend JP is at the other window. JP is trying to make chitchat with me but it's overly familiar chitchat, suggestive. My business is done and I try to say goodbye and get the hell out of there when he looks me full in the face. His eyes are all funny - I mean, they look like eyes, but he looks crazy, possessed (Twin-Peakian). The words coming out of his mouth aren't anything alarming but I know that he wants to rape and possibly kill me. I'm trying to reach John on my cellphone but can't. I'm terrified. I back away and he starts to follow but he's called up to the window and he can't get away right then. I wonder if I should call his wife and warn her.
I flee across the street to another hotel where there is a conference going on. I'm not registered for the conference and the hotel is just about booked - they don't want to rent me a room. I'm desperate to get registered and upstairs to call John before JP gets done across the street and figures out where I went. I con the desk clerk into thinking I own a timeshare in the hotel and she gives me a key. I can see JP coming in the door as the elevator doors close behind me. I don't think he saw me but there's enough uncertainty that my heart is still pounding.
I examine the keys (there are 3) the clerk gave me, wondering which one to use.I decide to use the key with the white plastic top and I go up to the top floor and let myself into the room, locking the door behind me.
I check out the room for safety (entrances/exits/ways JP could get at me) and try to call John again. It's a very nicely appointed room, luxurious even, and has a very large, clear bathtub surrounded by a greenhouse-like enclosure on an outdoor patio on the roof. I'm checking the greenhouse enclosure to see if it's secure enough for me to dare take a bath as it looks so peaceful. I'm still frantic when I wake.
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Normally in dreams when people are trying to kill me (ok, I need a short label for 'people trying to kill me'), I'm very calm and just do what I need to. In this dream, I was frantic and absolutely panic-stricken terrified. I woke up with adrenaline still rushing through my veins.
It seems we were out with friends and kids at some sort of resort for the weekend. (John's "growing up" friends and their families.) I'm at the front desk of the hotel - which is a series of little booths, almost like the ticket windows at an arena (but done in teak, etc. not plastic and metal) - and his friend JP is at the other window. JP is trying to make chitchat with me but it's overly familiar chitchat, suggestive. My business is done and I try to say goodbye and get the hell out of there when he looks me full in the face. His eyes are all funny - I mean, they look like eyes, but he looks crazy, possessed (Twin-Peakian). The words coming out of his mouth aren't anything alarming but I know that he wants to rape and possibly kill me. I'm trying to reach John on my cellphone but can't. I'm terrified. I back away and he starts to follow but he's called up to the window and he can't get away right then. I wonder if I should call his wife and warn her.
I flee across the street to another hotel where there is a conference going on. I'm not registered for the conference and the hotel is just about booked - they don't want to rent me a room. I'm desperate to get registered and upstairs to call John before JP gets done across the street and figures out where I went. I con the desk clerk into thinking I own a timeshare in the hotel and she gives me a key. I can see JP coming in the door as the elevator doors close behind me. I don't think he saw me but there's enough uncertainty that my heart is still pounding.
I examine the keys (there are 3) the clerk gave me, wondering which one to use.I decide to use the key with the white plastic top and I go up to the top floor and let myself into the room, locking the door behind me.
I check out the room for safety (entrances/exits/ways JP could get at me) and try to call John again. It's a very nicely appointed room, luxurious even, and has a very large, clear bathtub surrounded by a greenhouse-like enclosure on an outdoor patio on the roof. I'm checking the greenhouse enclosure to see if it's secure enough for me to dare take a bath as it looks so peaceful. I'm still frantic when I wake.
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Normally in dreams when people are trying to kill me (ok, I need a short label for 'people trying to kill me'), I'm very calm and just do what I need to. In this dream, I was frantic and absolutely panic-stricken terrified. I woke up with adrenaline still rushing through my veins.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I've taken the girls to a Music Together class that's up by the Canadian border. The teacher is a guy about my age or a little older. I run into GM, who I haven't seen in ages and who is equally delighted to see me. The teacher, who was a little supercilious, is impressed I know GM. He (GM) has funky new glasses - they've got a really heavy frame and a single large lens that's ground differently on either side so as to function as two lenses.
There is an optician located in the gift shop next door to where the music class is and I go in to see if I can get something similar. The glasses frames are scattered around the shop rather than in racks. I like a pair that are thick brushed aluminum. As the optician is making them up, I look around the shop.
There is an optician located in the gift shop next door to where the music class is and I go in to see if I can get something similar. The glasses frames are scattered around the shop rather than in racks. I like a pair that are thick brushed aluminum. As the optician is making them up, I look around the shop.
1 -
We're having our baby baptized only it's at John M. Greene Hall (JMG - big lecture/concert hall where I went to college). Fr. A. is there from the church we currently attend. As part of the service, we have to light candles in this 6-candle candelabra but they just won't stay lit. When we finally get them lit, one or two melt down incredibly quickly. After the service, I run into SN, my boss. I'm changing the baby on a table (that looks like the dining room table from the house I grew up in) in the stage left wing. There is a stack of large acoustic ceiling tiles standing on the floor nearby.
2 -
John and I are taking the girls sledding. It's a family run commercial operation. We're trekking through farm fields to get to the sledding hill/facility. We run into the people that live behind us and their kids. Somehow I get separated from John and the girls but I do manage to find my way back pretty quickly - I just got on the far side of a hedgerow. We finally come to an area where some young (teenage) workers are directing people and they hand John and I snow shovels - blue handles with white plastic blades - and point the way.
Access to the sledding hill is through a building that's sort of a changing room kind of thing. You get into a building through an upwardly inclined chute and a narrow trap door. It seems that this was more designed to drop things out of the building that get into it. The building has the qualities of a second rate ski lodge. Everything's kind of dim and made of plywood. There are banks of steep plastic slides all over. I am surprised because there is a goodly drop between the end of the slide banks and the floor - at least a foot to two feet in some cases. There are a lot of people milling about half-dressed in snowgear (again, very ski lodge-ish). Each family gets their own little changing room.
The plastic shovels are to sled on - you sit on the blade and steer with the handle. We realize we don't have one for the girls. John goes to the main common area of the building and gets a single shovel with double wide blue blade for the girls. For some reason I have to go outside to get something. I get stuck in line behind a heavy lady trying to get in through the chute. She can't figure out how it's done. I explain how to do it and she slowly wriggles through as I wait (rather impatiently). I almost get stuck when I do it and am a little embarrassed at being frustrated with her.
We're finally almost ready to hit the hill. I'm looking out of our changing room to the next part of the building. It's in two levels. The bank of slides in this room has a huge (10') drop at the base. I see snow and water trickling down/off the slides. Then I see what I think is a doll go down but it hops to its feet at the bottom and I realize it's an older man. I'm worried about keeping the girls from accidentally going down those slides.
We're having our baby baptized only it's at John M. Greene Hall (JMG - big lecture/concert hall where I went to college). Fr. A. is there from the church we currently attend. As part of the service, we have to light candles in this 6-candle candelabra but they just won't stay lit. When we finally get them lit, one or two melt down incredibly quickly. After the service, I run into SN, my boss. I'm changing the baby on a table (that looks like the dining room table from the house I grew up in) in the stage left wing. There is a stack of large acoustic ceiling tiles standing on the floor nearby.
2 -
John and I are taking the girls sledding. It's a family run commercial operation. We're trekking through farm fields to get to the sledding hill/facility. We run into the people that live behind us and their kids. Somehow I get separated from John and the girls but I do manage to find my way back pretty quickly - I just got on the far side of a hedgerow. We finally come to an area where some young (teenage) workers are directing people and they hand John and I snow shovels - blue handles with white plastic blades - and point the way.
Access to the sledding hill is through a building that's sort of a changing room kind of thing. You get into a building through an upwardly inclined chute and a narrow trap door. It seems that this was more designed to drop things out of the building that get into it. The building has the qualities of a second rate ski lodge. Everything's kind of dim and made of plywood. There are banks of steep plastic slides all over. I am surprised because there is a goodly drop between the end of the slide banks and the floor - at least a foot to two feet in some cases. There are a lot of people milling about half-dressed in snowgear (again, very ski lodge-ish). Each family gets their own little changing room.
The plastic shovels are to sled on - you sit on the blade and steer with the handle. We realize we don't have one for the girls. John goes to the main common area of the building and gets a single shovel with double wide blue blade for the girls. For some reason I have to go outside to get something. I get stuck in line behind a heavy lady trying to get in through the chute. She can't figure out how it's done. I explain how to do it and she slowly wriggles through as I wait (rather impatiently). I almost get stuck when I do it and am a little embarrassed at being frustrated with her.
We're finally almost ready to hit the hill. I'm looking out of our changing room to the next part of the building. It's in two levels. The bank of slides in this room has a huge (10') drop at the base. I see snow and water trickling down/off the slides. Then I see what I think is a doll go down but it hops to its feet at the bottom and I realize it's an older man. I'm worried about keeping the girls from accidentally going down those slides.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Only 1 that I remember tonight.
I'm starting back to college - a state school, I think - and I'm in a group of people that need new ID cards. But the building is under renovation: there is plastic sheeting everywhere and the ID card system doesn't appear to be working. People are frustrated but just hanging out waiting.
I figure out there's another way to "skin the cat" so to speak and head down to an office. I think I have Katie with me. The receptionist (MD) is leaving for the day but agrees to do my ID before she goes. Fr.A. comes in and we trade Star Trek jokes as MD does my ID.
I'm starting back to college - a state school, I think - and I'm in a group of people that need new ID cards. But the building is under renovation: there is plastic sheeting everywhere and the ID card system doesn't appear to be working. People are frustrated but just hanging out waiting.
I figure out there's another way to "skin the cat" so to speak and head down to an office. I think I have Katie with me. The receptionist (MD) is leaving for the day but agrees to do my ID before she goes. Fr.A. comes in and we trade Star Trek jokes as MD does my ID.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
1 -
I had an interesting dream that I forgot before I had a chance to write it down. I was reaching for the paper when the baby started screaming and the dream fled. All I remember is this tray of pieces of angel food cake on doilies. And it wasn't just slices - they were shaped like spikes, tapered to a narrow point and four sided, and were frosted with coconut, I think.
2 -
I'm at my college for a reunion. John and I have walked through the library that also now encompasses an art museum and art museum gift shop. We walk past the gift shop back by the music department and out. We get into some sort of vehicle - a trolley maybe though it's not running on rails. At first, the ride through the woods is normal, pretty. It's sunny and relatively warm. The dirt road starts to curve to the left. We start to hear a clacking noise and we see a bunch of people on a walking tour run through the woods panicking - I notice one woman in particular; she's wearing a coral colored t-shirt and an overshirt - Chicos kind of stuff made out of that stretch matte jersey. The clacking sounds gets louder and I see the giant crab/spider things chasing the women through the woods. They are probably 2 feet from toe to toe in diameter; their undersides are cream and their tops are mottled brown. The clacking comes from their front claws snapping open and closed.
Whoever is driving speeds up. The women are screaming "Don't let them get you!" to us as they run. I hear the metal wheel of the vehicle catch one of the things underneath and it crunches loudly.The upper part of the windows of the vehicle are open, they're double hung like trolley windows. We're trying to close them though the creatures don't seem to have noticed us yet.
The vehicle can go much faster than the women can though and we make it back up to the music department before the things get to us. As we walk through the building, deciding what to do next and letting our nerves calm down, two women walk past, half carrying the woman in coral between them. She looks drunk almost and her face is twisted maniacally. She says to us as they pass us "You don't have to run" and she laughs in a really scary way.
Somehow I know that she's going to turn into a whole bunch more of those things and that the place will be even more infested. I know we need to get away. We run into a guy who is going to take a group on a "tour" which is really an escape from the creatures (who are sentient). We all mount horses and ride for a little while, then we have to rollerblade down this pebbled path down a steep hill. S0mehow I know I can do this. John chooses to walk but I rollerblade (though I don't beat him down the hill by much). Now, all we have to do is walk through the swampy water and we'll get to the hill on the other side and back to the dorm where we'll be ok.
As we're trudging through the waist high water, one woman screams that she feels something on her legs. Someone else screams "they're here too" and people start running madly for the far side. John and I and the organizers of the escape run too even though we think they might be mistaken as to what brushed their legs. John slips and almost drowns in the bog in the confusion. I manage to get him up and we make it to the far side. The shore is rocky and it seems like this body of water is one of the great lakes. The hill stretches up - a fairly steep climb but not too steep to mow and it's a vast expanse of well-cultivated lawn with grey stone gothic buildings at the top.
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The building that houses the library/art museum/art museum gift shop/music department doesn't exist in the waking world but I know I've dreamed about it before - it's beautiful, all deep warm wood panelling, beautiful leaded glass. Then the gift shop is built into a wide corridor (added long after original construction). It's (as a result) long and narrow and encased in sheet glass floor to ceiling. You wouldn't think the juxtaposition of beaux arts and modern would work but it does. I also remember dreaming about the crab/spider things before but I don't believe it was the same dream. They remind me of organic versions of the replicators from Stargate.
I had an interesting dream that I forgot before I had a chance to write it down. I was reaching for the paper when the baby started screaming and the dream fled. All I remember is this tray of pieces of angel food cake on doilies. And it wasn't just slices - they were shaped like spikes, tapered to a narrow point and four sided, and were frosted with coconut, I think.
2 -
I'm at my college for a reunion. John and I have walked through the library that also now encompasses an art museum and art museum gift shop. We walk past the gift shop back by the music department and out. We get into some sort of vehicle - a trolley maybe though it's not running on rails. At first, the ride through the woods is normal, pretty. It's sunny and relatively warm. The dirt road starts to curve to the left. We start to hear a clacking noise and we see a bunch of people on a walking tour run through the woods panicking - I notice one woman in particular; she's wearing a coral colored t-shirt and an overshirt - Chicos kind of stuff made out of that stretch matte jersey. The clacking sounds gets louder and I see the giant crab/spider things chasing the women through the woods. They are probably 2 feet from toe to toe in diameter; their undersides are cream and their tops are mottled brown. The clacking comes from their front claws snapping open and closed.
Whoever is driving speeds up. The women are screaming "Don't let them get you!" to us as they run. I hear the metal wheel of the vehicle catch one of the things underneath and it crunches loudly.The upper part of the windows of the vehicle are open, they're double hung like trolley windows. We're trying to close them though the creatures don't seem to have noticed us yet.
The vehicle can go much faster than the women can though and we make it back up to the music department before the things get to us. As we walk through the building, deciding what to do next and letting our nerves calm down, two women walk past, half carrying the woman in coral between them. She looks drunk almost and her face is twisted maniacally. She says to us as they pass us "You don't have to run" and she laughs in a really scary way.
Somehow I know that she's going to turn into a whole bunch more of those things and that the place will be even more infested. I know we need to get away. We run into a guy who is going to take a group on a "tour" which is really an escape from the creatures (who are sentient). We all mount horses and ride for a little while, then we have to rollerblade down this pebbled path down a steep hill. S0mehow I know I can do this. John chooses to walk but I rollerblade (though I don't beat him down the hill by much). Now, all we have to do is walk through the swampy water and we'll get to the hill on the other side and back to the dorm where we'll be ok.
As we're trudging through the waist high water, one woman screams that she feels something on her legs. Someone else screams "they're here too" and people start running madly for the far side. John and I and the organizers of the escape run too even though we think they might be mistaken as to what brushed their legs. John slips and almost drowns in the bog in the confusion. I manage to get him up and we make it to the far side. The shore is rocky and it seems like this body of water is one of the great lakes. The hill stretches up - a fairly steep climb but not too steep to mow and it's a vast expanse of well-cultivated lawn with grey stone gothic buildings at the top.
~~~
The building that houses the library/art museum/art museum gift shop/music department doesn't exist in the waking world but I know I've dreamed about it before - it's beautiful, all deep warm wood panelling, beautiful leaded glass. Then the gift shop is built into a wide corridor (added long after original construction). It's (as a result) long and narrow and encased in sheet glass floor to ceiling. You wouldn't think the juxtaposition of beaux arts and modern would work but it does. I also remember dreaming about the crab/spider things before but I don't believe it was the same dream. They remind me of organic versions of the replicators from Stargate.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Another night featuring cryptic handwriting.
1 -
This dream took place in the same old house I dreamed about yesterday. Katie was in it. The rest reads "Tabes/Talses exat and de?iey incl".
2 -
The organist is having a recital at Yale. I invite my mother. The concert hall is big and more like a church.
3 -
SB is getting an award and/or giving a particularly noteworthy lecture at a college. People are crowding into the hall. The person introducing him has a hard time keeping the crowd under control. I'm standing at a side entrance, just inside the door. I can't really see the stage as the door faces a small landing with stairs up to the stage on one side and up to the gallery on the other. The hall is darkened, except for the spotlights. I know that he's not one of the company golden boys but neither am I. I cheer wildly as he's introduced.
4 -
I'm going back to college. I had Katie and took time off for that. I'm going to be sharing an apartment with an older couple to save money. My dad drops me off. John and Katie are supposed to come on the weekend but they come that night to stay for a bit as a surprise. I'm thrilled because I was more homesick than I expected. I'm following the old couple's daughter through the apartment as she shows me around. It's big and laid out quite oddly. You enter into a hallway and there's a little kitchenette across from the door. If you turn left it leads to the bedrooms. Turn right, it leads to a hallway that turns left into the living room. If you keep going, you turn left into the "real" kitchen. It's very large and very 1970s. There is a huge jar - like an apothecary jar - with a glass lid on the counter and there are things floating in a clear liquid. They look like severed baby hands and feet. I feel faint and start to back away, saying to the daughter that I can't stay here. She pats me on the back solicitously and says, "Oh no, dear, those are giraffe feet".
~~~
Weirdly and horrifyingly, I remember when I wake up this morning that I had another dream where something appeared to be severed baby feet and hands and was told in the dream they were giraffe feet. It leaves me feeling quite sick most of the day so I'm really hoping that whatever factors of the ether are working to that end please STOP with the "giraffe feet" thing. You wanna make me dream that someone's trying to kill me? Ok. No more severed baby/kid parts, ok??
1 -
This dream took place in the same old house I dreamed about yesterday. Katie was in it. The rest reads "Tabes/Talses exat and de?iey incl".
2 -
The organist is having a recital at Yale. I invite my mother. The concert hall is big and more like a church.
3 -
SB is getting an award and/or giving a particularly noteworthy lecture at a college. People are crowding into the hall. The person introducing him has a hard time keeping the crowd under control. I'm standing at a side entrance, just inside the door. I can't really see the stage as the door faces a small landing with stairs up to the stage on one side and up to the gallery on the other. The hall is darkened, except for the spotlights. I know that he's not one of the company golden boys but neither am I. I cheer wildly as he's introduced.
4 -
I'm going back to college. I had Katie and took time off for that. I'm going to be sharing an apartment with an older couple to save money. My dad drops me off. John and Katie are supposed to come on the weekend but they come that night to stay for a bit as a surprise. I'm thrilled because I was more homesick than I expected. I'm following the old couple's daughter through the apartment as she shows me around. It's big and laid out quite oddly. You enter into a hallway and there's a little kitchenette across from the door. If you turn left it leads to the bedrooms. Turn right, it leads to a hallway that turns left into the living room. If you keep going, you turn left into the "real" kitchen. It's very large and very 1970s. There is a huge jar - like an apothecary jar - with a glass lid on the counter and there are things floating in a clear liquid. They look like severed baby hands and feet. I feel faint and start to back away, saying to the daughter that I can't stay here. She pats me on the back solicitously and says, "Oh no, dear, those are giraffe feet".
~~~
Weirdly and horrifyingly, I remember when I wake up this morning that I had another dream where something appeared to be severed baby feet and hands and was told in the dream they were giraffe feet. It leaves me feeling quite sick most of the day so I'm really hoping that whatever factors of the ether are working to that end please STOP with the "giraffe feet" thing. You wanna make me dream that someone's trying to kill me? Ok. No more severed baby/kid parts, ok??
Saturday, August 9, 2008
1 -
I am driving through cornfields to DM's parents home. It's a classic mid-western style farmhouse. I am going to be staying with them for a while. I climb the stairs and it reminds me of home.
(In FL, DM's parents are farmers but orchardists, not corn, and their house is a salt box not a midwestern farmhouse.)
2 -
I am upstairs in an old house converted to offices. My work has had everyone take a course and take a test. I am looking for my test results but they aren't posted. CT tells me she didn't have time to post them all but they're in the pile. I find my test and I passed.
I am driving through cornfields to DM's parents home. It's a classic mid-western style farmhouse. I am going to be staying with them for a while. I climb the stairs and it reminds me of home.
(In FL, DM's parents are farmers but orchardists, not corn, and their house is a salt box not a midwestern farmhouse.)
2 -
I am upstairs in an old house converted to offices. My work has had everyone take a course and take a test. I am looking for my test results but they aren't posted. CT tells me she didn't have time to post them all but they're in the pile. I find my test and I passed.
Friday, August 8, 2008
3 tonight - but only one that was more than a snippet.
1 -
John and I are out with friends - 2 other couples and a single woman. The three women are all dressed in pale yellow sleeveless linen sheaths. I don't recognize any of them. We're walking around a city looking for somewhere to eat. We are on a street on the edge of the business district and there are a lot of empty storefronts. I wander ahead. I'm thinking about renting one of the storefronts to sell my jewelry from. I try to the doors to one that looks likely and they open. It used to be a bagel store and their black and red logo is still on the door. There's a guy in there. I tell him I was thinking about renting it but he's already leased it and is doing the build out for a new sub shop he's planning to open. He's friendly and we talk about safety in the area until John catches up with me. There's a second storefront that looks nice but it's much larger than I need.
The group has dinner in a cafe and then we walk through the business district back to the parking garage. This part of the city is much better lit and cleaner; the sun is just starting to go down. We pass a brick plaza/park. It's sunken slightly and is flanked on three sides by several very wide sets of shallow stairs (maybe 20-25' wide and 30-35 steps long with a small landing about halfway down) descending from street level to the plaza that double as ampitheater seats. The fourth side is bordered by the entrance to large glass high rise office building. There are trees and shrubbery at the top of the steps opposite the office building - they screen the brightly lit parking garage behind them.
From the sidewalk above the plaza, I can see there's an Irish step dance demonstration going on. (Oddly, the people doing the demo are wearing German costumes not the traditional Irish gear.) I suggest we go down and watch it. One girl's date is a really obnoxious guy and he puts up a stink so he and his date go on home. One of the other girls apologizes for him - apparently he knows he's a jerk and is trying to get better through biofeedback.
As we're watching the demo, Katie starts bouncing around to the music (she was not with us until this point so I'm not sure how she got there), all blond curls and enthusiasm. A roly poly older woman behind and to the right of me suggests that maybe she'd like to try dancing, that the teacher would give a demo lesson. I think she must be involved with the dance school or something. The teacher comes over. Katie charms her as well and she starts a demo lesson right there, showing Katie how to stretch, etc.
2 -
I hear a phone ring but can't get to it because I'm changing the baby or something like that. I hear my friend MH leaving a message. The only word I catch clearly is "oat."
3 -
John is upset with me about some insulation fluff that fell from the vent in the attic and is making a mess in the hall. I promise him I'll clean it up as long as he gets the vacuum out.
N.B. The last one was so real that I had to ask John when he called this morning if we'd had a discussion about insulation fluff and vacuums.
1 -
John and I are out with friends - 2 other couples and a single woman. The three women are all dressed in pale yellow sleeveless linen sheaths. I don't recognize any of them. We're walking around a city looking for somewhere to eat. We are on a street on the edge of the business district and there are a lot of empty storefronts. I wander ahead. I'm thinking about renting one of the storefronts to sell my jewelry from. I try to the doors to one that looks likely and they open. It used to be a bagel store and their black and red logo is still on the door. There's a guy in there. I tell him I was thinking about renting it but he's already leased it and is doing the build out for a new sub shop he's planning to open. He's friendly and we talk about safety in the area until John catches up with me. There's a second storefront that looks nice but it's much larger than I need.
The group has dinner in a cafe and then we walk through the business district back to the parking garage. This part of the city is much better lit and cleaner; the sun is just starting to go down. We pass a brick plaza/park. It's sunken slightly and is flanked on three sides by several very wide sets of shallow stairs (maybe 20-25' wide and 30-35 steps long with a small landing about halfway down) descending from street level to the plaza that double as ampitheater seats. The fourth side is bordered by the entrance to large glass high rise office building. There are trees and shrubbery at the top of the steps opposite the office building - they screen the brightly lit parking garage behind them.
From the sidewalk above the plaza, I can see there's an Irish step dance demonstration going on. (Oddly, the people doing the demo are wearing German costumes not the traditional Irish gear.) I suggest we go down and watch it. One girl's date is a really obnoxious guy and he puts up a stink so he and his date go on home. One of the other girls apologizes for him - apparently he knows he's a jerk and is trying to get better through biofeedback.
As we're watching the demo, Katie starts bouncing around to the music (she was not with us until this point so I'm not sure how she got there), all blond curls and enthusiasm. A roly poly older woman behind and to the right of me suggests that maybe she'd like to try dancing, that the teacher would give a demo lesson. I think she must be involved with the dance school or something. The teacher comes over. Katie charms her as well and she starts a demo lesson right there, showing Katie how to stretch, etc.
2 -
I hear a phone ring but can't get to it because I'm changing the baby or something like that. I hear my friend MH leaving a message. The only word I catch clearly is "oat."
3 -
John is upset with me about some insulation fluff that fell from the vent in the attic and is making a mess in the hall. I promise him I'll clean it up as long as he gets the vacuum out.
N.B. The last one was so real that I had to ask John when he called this morning if we'd had a discussion about insulation fluff and vacuums.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Ok, the first thing I have to say is that if anyone knows how to improve "middle of the night" penmanship (other than turning on the light and putting my glasses on), I'm all ears...er, eyes.
1 -
This is where my penmanship sucks. I have this note. It says something that looks like "pwkng SGC cw owl-oreo-eating are" Ok, the second part is "SGC at outdoor eating area" but I can't figure out for the life of me what I was trying to write/mean with "pwking"2 -
2 -
I must've been on a stream of Stargate-character related dreams. Now, of course, could I get a nice, er, cozy dream featuring Jack O'Neill? Of course, not. I get Vala pulling a scam and getting me roped into it somehow.
I'm with Vala and I'm dragging my beat up suitcase from college - softsided tweed thing that my grandfather bought off an infomercial. We stop at what looks like a beat up old machine shop from the 1930s/40s. Squat, cinderblock or brick, tiny, high windows. There are two garage bays with very, very large garage doors and "flap" that comes down so that people working in the garage can have the doors open but still be kept warm. We are, apparently, trying to escape the law. Or rather, she is, and she got me tied up into it somehow. I'm running around the shop trying to find places to hide; she's looking for something but I'm not exactly sure whether it's a place to hide or something to steal. I'm worried we're screwed (yet, frustratingly, not by the aforesaid Colonel/General) as the police are right behind us. The owner of the shop comes in and then I'm even more worried but he seems to realize that I'm an innocent bystander that got sucked in and he's helping me evade being caught by hiding me.
3 - (busy night last night)
I'm in a dining room in an old house - it's my house in the dream but doesn't really look like my RL DR). The room is being renovated. Something skitters across the floor onto a pile of stuff. It looks like a mouse and I point it out to DH. Then I realize it has black flappy things on its furry back and I yelp that "it's not a mouse, it's a bat!" I want him to do something about it but he seems stunned that there's a bat in the house. It takes off and flies around the room as I'm saying "how the hell did a bat get in the house?!" He says it came in through that hole in the wall. "What hole in the wall?!" I say. I'm thinking the walls should be covered with colonial-era raised paneling but then I realize we've taken the paneling down for the renovations. I look at the walls, they're bright pink (orchid) and rough plaster over lathe. About 9' up and almost to the right edge of the wall to my right, there's a 2" hole - perfectly round - as if some pipe had gone through there at some point.
The bat lands on the edge of the hole and I start to edge closer. The bat seems to be changing into something else. It's not sitting like a bat, it's sitting like a bird. I realize it's now a (very small) redwing blackbird. I grab my camera - granted one doesn't want birds in one's house either but how often will I get a chance for that picture? As I start taking pictures, I realize it's changing - the house has disappeared and we're outside. The bird is getting bigger and brighter as it walks around in the undergrowth. The red and yellow flashes on its wings are spreading over the rest of the bird. I'm taking a steady stream of pictures. The feathers seem to be getting fluffier somehow and it is taking on the shape of a peacock but a peacock that's red/orange/flame instead of blue/green/black. The card in my camera fills up as the bird is changing even more. I'm trying to grab and put in a new card quickly without scaring the bird. I'm looking at the fresh card. It's in a translucent orange case. I realize it's a 4MB card not the 1 MB card and I'm not sure it will work with my camera. As I'm taking it out of the case, I wake up.
1 -
This is where my penmanship sucks. I have this note. It says something that looks like "pwkng SGC cw owl-oreo-eating are" Ok, the second part is "SGC at outdoor eating area" but I can't figure out for the life of me what I was trying to write/mean with "pwking"2 -
2 -
I must've been on a stream of Stargate-character related dreams. Now, of course, could I get a nice, er, cozy dream featuring Jack O'Neill? Of course, not. I get Vala pulling a scam and getting me roped into it somehow.
I'm with Vala and I'm dragging my beat up suitcase from college - softsided tweed thing that my grandfather bought off an infomercial. We stop at what looks like a beat up old machine shop from the 1930s/40s. Squat, cinderblock or brick, tiny, high windows. There are two garage bays with very, very large garage doors and "flap" that comes down so that people working in the garage can have the doors open but still be kept warm. We are, apparently, trying to escape the law. Or rather, she is, and she got me tied up into it somehow. I'm running around the shop trying to find places to hide; she's looking for something but I'm not exactly sure whether it's a place to hide or something to steal. I'm worried we're screwed (yet, frustratingly, not by the aforesaid Colonel/General) as the police are right behind us. The owner of the shop comes in and then I'm even more worried but he seems to realize that I'm an innocent bystander that got sucked in and he's helping me evade being caught by hiding me.
3 - (busy night last night)
I'm in a dining room in an old house - it's my house in the dream but doesn't really look like my RL DR). The room is being renovated. Something skitters across the floor onto a pile of stuff. It looks like a mouse and I point it out to DH. Then I realize it has black flappy things on its furry back and I yelp that "it's not a mouse, it's a bat!" I want him to do something about it but he seems stunned that there's a bat in the house. It takes off and flies around the room as I'm saying "how the hell did a bat get in the house?!" He says it came in through that hole in the wall. "What hole in the wall?!" I say. I'm thinking the walls should be covered with colonial-era raised paneling but then I realize we've taken the paneling down for the renovations. I look at the walls, they're bright pink (orchid) and rough plaster over lathe. About 9' up and almost to the right edge of the wall to my right, there's a 2" hole - perfectly round - as if some pipe had gone through there at some point.
The bat lands on the edge of the hole and I start to edge closer. The bat seems to be changing into something else. It's not sitting like a bat, it's sitting like a bird. I realize it's now a (very small) redwing blackbird. I grab my camera - granted one doesn't want birds in one's house either but how often will I get a chance for that picture? As I start taking pictures, I realize it's changing - the house has disappeared and we're outside. The bird is getting bigger and brighter as it walks around in the undergrowth. The red and yellow flashes on its wings are spreading over the rest of the bird. I'm taking a steady stream of pictures. The feathers seem to be getting fluffier somehow and it is taking on the shape of a peacock but a peacock that's red/orange/flame instead of blue/green/black. The card in my camera fills up as the bird is changing even more. I'm trying to grab and put in a new card quickly without scaring the bird. I'm looking at the fresh card. It's in a translucent orange case. I realize it's a 4MB card not the 1 MB card and I'm not sure it will work with my camera. As I'm taking it out of the case, I wake up.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
1 -
The company I work for (in RL) is on some sort of retreat at a fancy, fancy home/hotel somewhere. The building looks very similar to a colonial-era church only larger - the same clean lines, white paint, dark banisters, raised panels.
A crazed employee (JB?) is trying to get to RF (president of the company). She's foaming at the mouth almost and we lock her outside and flee for our rooms. As we're going up the stairs, CF and I realize JB is trying to get in through the top of a giant palladian window (that's been hinged sort of like a transom) and deadbolt that too. Leave it to the support staff to do the dirty work. We race up the stairs but so many people are pounding up them at the same time, they start shaking. It reminds me of why soldiers break step when they cross a bridge and I realize they're going to collapse. CF and I dash off at the first landing.
The stairs were amazing - I wish I could draw them - the staircase started in the center of a two story foyer. About halfway up, they t-ed on a "bridge" over the foyer. Either end of that bridge had a half-flight up to the mezzanine level (that's where CF and I fled to). The bridge also had a staircase toward either end that continued upward (still over the open foyer) to another bridge like the first with a couple of steps on either end. Then that bridge had a center staircase that continued up to a second floor.
2 -
I don't remember many details of this one but it featured raptors attacking medieval warriors at a river bank. I remember thinking it was nonsensical as the backup warriors (second string) were in front. I think I've been reading too much XKCD...
The company I work for (in RL) is on some sort of retreat at a fancy, fancy home/hotel somewhere. The building looks very similar to a colonial-era church only larger - the same clean lines, white paint, dark banisters, raised panels.
A crazed employee (JB?) is trying to get to RF (president of the company). She's foaming at the mouth almost and we lock her outside and flee for our rooms. As we're going up the stairs, CF and I realize JB is trying to get in through the top of a giant palladian window (that's been hinged sort of like a transom) and deadbolt that too. Leave it to the support staff to do the dirty work. We race up the stairs but so many people are pounding up them at the same time, they start shaking. It reminds me of why soldiers break step when they cross a bridge and I realize they're going to collapse. CF and I dash off at the first landing.
The stairs were amazing - I wish I could draw them - the staircase started in the center of a two story foyer. About halfway up, they t-ed on a "bridge" over the foyer. Either end of that bridge had a half-flight up to the mezzanine level (that's where CF and I fled to). The bridge also had a staircase toward either end that continued upward (still over the open foyer) to another bridge like the first with a couple of steps on either end. Then that bridge had a center staircase that continued up to a second floor.
2 -
I don't remember many details of this one but it featured raptors attacking medieval warriors at a river bank. I remember thinking it was nonsensical as the backup warriors (second string) were in front. I think I've been reading too much XKCD...
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Two that I recall from last night (well, early this morning, actually)
First...
I'm at work. It's the consulting company I work for but, oddly, our office is a large box store - or I suppose it could be a warehouse. The floor starts shaking from an earthquake. Employees start running for the bathroom. I meet SN and DH on the way and convince them to come with me to the shower area because I think it's safer due to the small shower stalls. (I wrote "new showers" at the end of my notes on this one - I'm guessing that means the showers were safer because they were new?)
Second...
My fiance' and I live in a bad section of town. The fiance is maybe 21 at the most and I'm a couple years older, I think, or maybe just more mature. He has a two part thin mustache and dark hair and he's wearing a black baseball hat, pants half off his ass, and a long t-shirt/jersey thing. He is supposed to be watching his kids for his ex but is being very irresponsible with them. One is a young toddler, one is maybe 4 - both boys. He's letting the 4 year old run around wherever he wants to and has the toddler loose on the sidewalk instead of up on the porch though the street is busy. He's (the fiance) is lying on his stomach in a bit of a wet spot/puddle on the sidewalk teasing the toddler while he chats with his ex and his friends.
I can't believe how little care he's providing the children and say I'll take them in - we have to get ready for some sort of religious event anyway. I can't get both of them and their stuff. He derides me in front of his friends and calls me names when I ask for his help. He eventually does it but gets angry again when I ask what I should be doing to get the kids ready for this Christian religious event. I'm frustrated and crying after he goes back outside to talk to his friends/ex - how would I know what to do; I'm Jewish! I'm dressing the kids in what looks like my RL laundry room (very cramped - like a hallway with a w/d in it) but there are two TVs - one on the washer, one on the dryer. I'm letting the kids watch TV to keep them distracted while we get ready. I put the toddler's TV on sesame street and let the older one pick a cartoon. While I'm getting their clothes together, the toddler changes the channel to some sort of new year's eve circus parade - with girls in yellow showgirl outfits, an elephant, and some sort of character with a large dark-haired papier-mache head and a yellow cape that matches the showgirl outfits. The older one turns off his TV. I ask him why and he says he wants to watch what's on the younger one's TV.
~~~
Interesting - I'm definitely "me" in the first dream but in the second, though I was dreaming in first person, I was definitely someone else.
First...
I'm at work. It's the consulting company I work for but, oddly, our office is a large box store - or I suppose it could be a warehouse. The floor starts shaking from an earthquake. Employees start running for the bathroom. I meet SN and DH on the way and convince them to come with me to the shower area because I think it's safer due to the small shower stalls. (I wrote "new showers" at the end of my notes on this one - I'm guessing that means the showers were safer because they were new?)
Second...
My fiance' and I live in a bad section of town. The fiance is maybe 21 at the most and I'm a couple years older, I think, or maybe just more mature. He has a two part thin mustache and dark hair and he's wearing a black baseball hat, pants half off his ass, and a long t-shirt/jersey thing. He is supposed to be watching his kids for his ex but is being very irresponsible with them. One is a young toddler, one is maybe 4 - both boys. He's letting the 4 year old run around wherever he wants to and has the toddler loose on the sidewalk instead of up on the porch though the street is busy. He's (the fiance) is lying on his stomach in a bit of a wet spot/puddle on the sidewalk teasing the toddler while he chats with his ex and his friends.
I can't believe how little care he's providing the children and say I'll take them in - we have to get ready for some sort of religious event anyway. I can't get both of them and their stuff. He derides me in front of his friends and calls me names when I ask for his help. He eventually does it but gets angry again when I ask what I should be doing to get the kids ready for this Christian religious event. I'm frustrated and crying after he goes back outside to talk to his friends/ex - how would I know what to do; I'm Jewish! I'm dressing the kids in what looks like my RL laundry room (very cramped - like a hallway with a w/d in it) but there are two TVs - one on the washer, one on the dryer. I'm letting the kids watch TV to keep them distracted while we get ready. I put the toddler's TV on sesame street and let the older one pick a cartoon. While I'm getting their clothes together, the toddler changes the channel to some sort of new year's eve circus parade - with girls in yellow showgirl outfits, an elephant, and some sort of character with a large dark-haired papier-mache head and a yellow cape that matches the showgirl outfits. The older one turns off his TV. I ask him why and he says he wants to watch what's on the younger one's TV.
~~~
Interesting - I'm definitely "me" in the first dream but in the second, though I was dreaming in first person, I was definitely someone else.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I'm sitting at an L-shaped desk laying out a church songsheet / bulletin - the old fashioned way. (I'm doing a paste up.) The choir director doesn't know I'm doing it for her; it's a surprise to say thank you because she did something special for my child's baptism. I'm doing several week's worth and I remember, after I've completed one and most of another, that, unlike the church I grew up in, this church changes its service music* seemingly at random. I realize that it's entirely possible (likely even) that I've pasted in the wrong service music and I'd better check and fix it.
I'm frustrated with myself for not remembering this and I'm also afraid of screwing up. The desk is littered with bits of paper, tape, paste, scissors, lots of piles of stuff. I decide I need to step away from the task for a few minutes because I'm getting overwhelmed and, therefore, more likely to make a mistake.
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Unlike a lot of my dreams, I know exactly where this one came from. I was working on some proposal materials for my job last night and I tweaked the titles on a couple of pages without being told to. I realized after I went to bed that I might not have had the most recent versions of the documents I tweaked. (Fortunately, for all involved, turns out I did have the most recent versions and all is well.) I'm pretty sure the dream was my mind's attempt to remind me to check on that this morning. Worked, actually. (Though it's kind of funny... I didn't remember the dream until I was changing the baby's diaper and then had to recite the details to myself over and over so that I wouldn't forget whilst feeding her!)
*The Ordinary of the Mass - the Kyrie, Sanctus, etc.
I'm frustrated with myself for not remembering this and I'm also afraid of screwing up. The desk is littered with bits of paper, tape, paste, scissors, lots of piles of stuff. I decide I need to step away from the task for a few minutes because I'm getting overwhelmed and, therefore, more likely to make a mistake.
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Unlike a lot of my dreams, I know exactly where this one came from. I was working on some proposal materials for my job last night and I tweaked the titles on a couple of pages without being told to. I realized after I went to bed that I might not have had the most recent versions of the documents I tweaked. (Fortunately, for all involved, turns out I did have the most recent versions and all is well.) I'm pretty sure the dream was my mind's attempt to remind me to check on that this morning. Worked, actually. (Though it's kind of funny... I didn't remember the dream until I was changing the baby's diaper and then had to recite the details to myself over and over so that I wouldn't forget whilst feeding her!)
*The Ordinary of the Mass - the Kyrie, Sanctus, etc.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I know I had a bunch of dreams last night but they didn't stick with me long enough to write down. The only snippet I remember is someone slicing off the top of an angel's wings with a chainsaw and then trying to fasten the sliced feather tips back on with clear packing tape. Weirdly, the chainsaw was silent and, even more weirdly, the angel just stood there and let the person do it. I remember telling whoever it was not to do it because they'd get into trouble and, later, that packing tape wasn't going to work and what were they thinking?!
Friday, July 25, 2008
I am vacationing in some sort of tropical resort community with my family. It's twilight. I am playing with my daughter in the pool (OD). She's riding piggy back and I'm carrying my baby daughter (BD) against me as I give OD her ride.
The pool is tiered. It begins between two of the resort buildings as a narrow spit, almost river like, and goes down a hill in gradually widening rounded terraces toward the beach, which is shaded with palm trees.
We (there are a lot of people in the pools) see planes (fairly large military ones) coming overhead but think nothing of it. Then there is a whistling noise and an enormous splash as something very large and very heavy lands in the pool. As people have just caught their bearings and are starting to think maybe they should get out of the pool, it happens again. Either the second one is larger or they expode - or maybe both - because we are thrust high into the air by the impact. When I say high - I mean well over the roofs of the single story buildings at the top of the hill. We rise for a long time. I can see the palm trees below us.
I'm still clutching BD in her blanket and OD is clinging to my back. I hear someone shouting that this is bad news "It's bad when this happens." - meaning that there this has happened multiple times before and we, lucky us, hit the worst possible scenario.
We crest the peak of our unintended jump and our trajectory changes. I try to open the baby's blanket to use as a parachute and keep her balanced on top. I yell for Katie to hold on, hold on. I'm trying to see if I can influence our landing spot at all and figure out how I can protect both my children but, in my heart, I know it's futile and that we're most likely going to die. I can actually feel the direction change in my gut still when I wake up.
The pool is tiered. It begins between two of the resort buildings as a narrow spit, almost river like, and goes down a hill in gradually widening rounded terraces toward the beach, which is shaded with palm trees.
We (there are a lot of people in the pools) see planes (fairly large military ones) coming overhead but think nothing of it. Then there is a whistling noise and an enormous splash as something very large and very heavy lands in the pool. As people have just caught their bearings and are starting to think maybe they should get out of the pool, it happens again. Either the second one is larger or they expode - or maybe both - because we are thrust high into the air by the impact. When I say high - I mean well over the roofs of the single story buildings at the top of the hill. We rise for a long time. I can see the palm trees below us.
I'm still clutching BD in her blanket and OD is clinging to my back. I hear someone shouting that this is bad news "It's bad when this happens." - meaning that there this has happened multiple times before and we, lucky us, hit the worst possible scenario.
We crest the peak of our unintended jump and our trajectory changes. I try to open the baby's blanket to use as a parachute and keep her balanced on top. I yell for Katie to hold on, hold on. I'm trying to see if I can influence our landing spot at all and figure out how I can protect both my children but, in my heart, I know it's futile and that we're most likely going to die. I can actually feel the direction change in my gut still when I wake up.
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