Friday, December 7, 2012

Reaganomicasaurus - I do!

This dream started in a thin forest - there was an abandoned shack that I walked through, looking at dusty glass jars and such. Outside, I wandered around till I found a group of people clustered on a terrace. My dad gave me a ring and told me to act surprised. I looked at it - it had diamonds embedded in equal parts around it. A boy from my old high school was there, Andy (though at times he sort of looked like Finn from "Glee"), and he was wearing a tuxedo. I realized that everyone had been waiting for me, and that Andy was going to propose. I panicked. I didn't know what to do, and then Andy was on his knee and I was desperately trying to not say yes, but then I did and everyone was so happy and we were dancing, but I was still panicking and trying to think of way out of it. I felt trapped.

I think I said no, or ran away, or something that broke everything up. Somehow, this concluded with me winding up marrying Ronald Reagan, though I was still wearing two rings, just as before. The gold band with the small studded diamonds in it, and another ring with a large diamond and a piece that looked like one diamond but was really several small diamonds placed together. I saw that one of the tiny diamonds was not in its setting, and started looking for it. I found lots of beautiful diamonds on the ground, but they were all fake. Overlapping this was a real sense of abandonment and uncomfortableness. I did not want to be married to Ronal Reagan - he was old, and I didn't know if he too was already married. And because I was Catholic, I couldn't divorce him to be with the guy I really loved (who I wasn't sure of either in the dream). My brother was there, and he seemed to pity me. So did my Dad. Thinking about it in the dream, I realized that I could run for office and everyone would vote for me because my husband was a former president himself.

At one point [not sure if this is the right order] I was in a coffee shop with a really long line. The shop was old and had a wooden bar. Robert Pattinson was there, and as I walked past him we made eye contact, and I realized I needed to apologize for hurting him. I left my entourage and tried to find him in the line, but he was replaced by a guy who only sort of looked like him. I felt an urgent need to find him again.

There were more rooftops and terraces, and I seemed to be in a position of power. I think people saw me as the first lady, even though I was more powerful than that. There were women in blue suits wearing furs. I was still doubtful - especially since I knew was manipulating my marriage.  There were rounded hallways and dated clothing. Then I was in a giant plane, and as we flew over the city al Qaeda started attacking us with fighter jets. I ordered them shot down, and we shot a lot of planes down. I couldn't figure out how al Qaeda got so many fighter planes, when I was suddenly off the plane watching it from the city. I was ordering the planes be shot down.

[again not sure of sequence] There were dinosaurs in the city, and Robert Pattinson was running from them with me. There was one flying dinosaur, and one our two raptors or big carnivores after us. As we ran, the ground became sandy, and it was like we were running in a city and a desert at the same time.


****

This dream unfolded like a series of horrible revelations. The surprise wedding I didn't want at the beginning, the second marriage I wanted even less, losing diamonds, realizing I couldn't get divorced, al Qaeda, dinosaurs - each sequence seemed to unfold with a sickening feeling. Even when my dream self felt in control at sections, that feeling dissipated with each new twist. I think my subconscious threw the dinosaurs and such in there just to add fuel to the fire. 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Red Bird, Dead Ground


I was in a field, but it was also just outside a low building. There was a professor there (Rhys Ifans), and we were talking. I think my family might have been there as well, but I am not sure. In the middle distance there was a ditch. Everything was in shades of pale yellow and brown - like dried ditch grass in the fall.

A small bird/butterfly settled on the back of my shoulder. It spread large red rings across my back. It was a rich, bright red. I remember thinking that this was rare and special. The little bird climbed along my arm and settled in the palm of my hand, fanning its large red wings gently. The bird's body was very small, like a hummingbird's almost, except it had a large hooked beak that was white and black. I was admiring the bird's feathers, which were red but also flashed orange and sometimes had a pattern on them, sometimes they were just tipped in another shade of the same spectrum.

The bird flew away, but returned repeatedly as I walked about. The professor saw this and asked if he could have the bird, because they were very rare and he had thought they had left the area all together. The bird settled on my back, wings outstretched like it was trying to flatten itself against my back. The professor did not ask again, and I did not give him the bird.

This sequence repeated itself - the bird would alight on my shoulder and fan its wings, crawl along my neck or back and settle into the crook of my neck or perch on my shoulder, then perch on my shoulder, or crawl along my arm to my hand, where I would let it sit in my palm and look at me. At one point it was pecking at my palm as if to to look to food.

***

Just on from this dried yellow field there were slot machines set in rows under the pale sun. To the right of them was a series of black, gothic, dead plants in black and white. There was a black iron fence, encrusted with dead flower vines. It was like an Edward Gorey setting, or something from the Addams Family.  There was a girl there, in a black dress, with black hair, and she was depressed and angry. People she'd known had died and were buried and it was her fault and she couldn't fix it. I told her that she could if she was willing to talk to the dead. She walked over to the cornfields and started talking to them, saying she was sorry. From the grey and black stalks, a bright green and gold tendril grew up and out of the ground, shining. The girl started crying, and apologized, and a brilliant green vine erupted from the field.  I put my hand on the dead, gray ground, and said, "You see? She is sorry - Can you feel it?" The ground rolled under me like a wave, and the moss turned green and a nearby plant started sprouting light purple flowers. There was a great sense of joyful reconciliation as the earth sprang to life under my hands, and the girl in the black dress was laughing and crying as people appeared around her, hugging her.

***


There was a middle bit to this dream - which involved much more action. I want to say there was a need to escape or solve something, but I cannot remember it.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Neck boils & Doctor Who

Pretty straightforward to start:

I was in a room with slanted walls - like a futuristic apartment I guess. I had boils on my neck - on the back. When I looked at my shoulder, somehow I could see my neck and saw that there was this giant boil/ strange sore there that resembled a wilted red rose in color. It was swollen and growing out of the side of my neck, and I was panicking.


Then the dream went crazy:

Doctor Who (Matt Smith) and Amy Pond were suddenly there. All I wanted to do was get to a doctor to have my neck looked at, but I kept getting dragged into peripheral adventures. At one point Amy had put copies of herself into a giant wind-up doll, a robot, and a battle tank - all so she could fight an evil version of herself. It made no sense.

Then there was a river with goats jumping up the sides of buildings. An old gypsy clan joined them, jumping up the buildings, then jumping into the water in some sort of ceremony.

There was an elephant?

And none of the surfaces felt even - everything was either uphill or downhill or sideways. Nothing was level.

I kept noticing my neck boils/sores were still there, and I was still worried. But every time I tried to find a doctor, the Doctor kept sort of pulling back into the nonsense narrative. There were more toys, and firefights, and circus-y mumbo jumbo. I really don't remember.


****


I woke up annoyed.

I've been dealing with a rash on the back of my neck for a couple of weeks now. I have medicine, but it doesn't seem to be doing much. I think that my frustration at having a rash on a part of me that I can't see, but only feel, is why in my dream my subconscious made it much uglier and scarier looking than it is. It's a manifestation of my worry. Gross.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Adams

This was a puzzling dream, remembered in bits:

I was in a poor-looking warehouse - small, full of shelves. It was a refrigerator unit, and I kept wanting to grab all the cupcakes. They were homemade by the woman who owned the restaurant nearby. But every sample I took the cupcake was cold and a little stale. So I kept going back. There were boxes of food and supplies. It was all dimly lit, and there were stairs and door everywhere. There were also people, but I didn't recognize any of them. They were friendly, though they looked poor. They had a little girl with them who I agreed to babysit, along with my nephew.

****


Then we were at a hotel. In the lobby, though I had a few rooms reserved. I was sitting at a table with the character Adam (from the HBO series "Girls") and we were talking about absolutely nothing. I remember wondering why I was sitting with him when I didn't really like him. Then, another guy I knew in high school showed up, who is also called Adam, and he was mildly jealous that I was drinking coffee with this new Adam. So they started trying to make me laugh - except neither of them knew anything about me, and thus I was not laughing. I kept asking myself why I was sitting there with these two guys, when their affection for me was clearly above the level of affection I had for them. They then went off to argue about me, and I stayed there.

At one point, I checked on my nephew and the little girl. She had glowing blond hair - she was absolutely beautiful. "Do you know what kissing is?" She asked my nephew while they were stacking toys. "Yes," my nephew replied, and they gave each other a quick kiss.  They then seemed to grow much older in front of me, and she asked him if he knew what French kissing was. They then kissed more passionately, and when they stopped they were little kids again, watching television. I told them it was time for bed, and they fell asleep under the covers. It was really adorable how perfect they both looked.

When it was time for us to go, the concierge came to me and said the two Adams were arguing about who could throw a coat over a puddle for me to walk across. I rolled my eyes and tried to leave.

****

I was in a car, on a highway. The highway turned into dark country road, and then to a dirt road. I realized I was lost when I hit this farm. The farmers had an enormous boar and some wolves as pets. I turned around and started driving back. That was when I realized I left the children in the hotel room, and panicked.  I saw in my mind's eye the map of the area, and where I needed to go. I peeled away.

****

I don't know how this dream ended. I think I got the children back to where they needed to go. I think the HBO Adam eventually "bettered" high school Adam.  It was odd that my subconscious put them in the dream - I had a prickly/friendly relationship with HS Adam, and I don't like the Adam character from HBO very much either. But it is interesting that they both had the same name.

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Charismatic Burglar

So I was sort of by my house, but also outside. There was a lot of movement and shifting of perspectives, but this last part of the dream I remember:

I saw a man getting into a jeep - the kind with the exposed bars and no roof. I knew that he had stolen something from our house, so I walked over to him and asked him to give it back. He smiled at me, and said that he would, but that he'd be back to rob us because our house was too easy a target to pass up. I told him that if he was going to rob us, to please take the computer in the basement, as it was unregistered. That way everyone would win - we didn't need that computer, and he could sell it for money without it being traced.

He smiled and kissed my hand, saying that he would consider it. I asked his name. He said **** Miles, or Miles **** - I cannot remember.


****

I really liked that thief in my dreams - he was disarmingly charming.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Long Ago, I Dreamed

Oops.

I've been dreaming, and not writing it down.

Sorry.


So here is a dream that I remember from some time ago. It still sticks with me:


****

I was by a lake at night. There was moonlight. Next to the lake was a sort of shed/camper. I kept wanting to borrow a pan from the woman inside, but she was perpetually getting dressed, and every time I opened the door to get the pan, she was half-naked.

Outside, an electric bright yellow lizard with bright blue spots was climbing down a mirror. I laughed at it and wanted to take a picture of it with my phone. It shot out its tongue and grabbed my phone. I kept trying to take the picture, but every time I pulled on the phone the lizard grew larger, till it was almost covering the mirror (about 3 feet long?). At that point I got uneasy, and left.

On the water there was a series of shining metallic light wires - it reminded me of how movies show technology. The kept shimmering into being then disappearing. I walked along the lakeshore, and then I saw some evil sheep. I knew the sheep were evil because they were deep red, with red wool and purple horns. Their eyes were flaming red, and they had sharp teeth.  At first they did not see me, but then they did, and they started shifting towards me. I started moving away, and found myself between two rows of theater seats. The evil sheep and goats kept sort of drifting towards me, and I really didn't want them to get too close to me.

On the water, a woman was standing amid the shimmering electric light wires, manipulating them somehow...


***

The big thing here - those sheep and goats were EVIL. I mean, in the dream I felt like they were the most sinister livestock ever.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Wrong Hemisphere

I was on a sort of cruise ship, sailing. It was not a big ship. I was near the stern of the ship, and I saw seals in the water, on an ice flow or maybe it was a dock before we sailed.

It was icy out - the water was filled with icebergs and snow, and I decided that I could swim out and see what was there. I wanted to see wildlife. So I did, I climbed into the icy water and started to swim through the snow and slush. After a while, I found a larger ice flow and climbed up. Not to far from me, I saw a small group of people watching a dolphin standing on its tail. Farther in the distance, there were spotlights for a worksite, and I heard a voice yell out "land ho!" I looked around, and out beyond the lights there were what I thought to be mountains.

Now it was twilight, and I had to get back to the ship. I knew that it was going to get much colder once the sun went down, so I started swimming. It was slow going - my front was so cold in the icy water. I got worried. The icy sea seemed to stretch on forever, but I knew that I could not stop swimming or I'd freeze to death. I sensed the ship in the distance. I was so cold, and I really wanted to stop moving. I thought I heard someone call out that I was in the water.

I reached out for the ladder on the ship, and missed it. The ship sailed right by me, and I cursed my luck for missing the ship by one hand's length. But then I was pulled up by A.T., who was upset at my stupidity. There was this air about everyone who thought I had been suicidal, except I hadn't been. I was a little put out by this.

As we came into dock, I was excited by the fact that I had put my feet on another continent. Then I realized, and said aloud, "Goddamn it - Antarctica is on the other end of the world! Idiot!"

*****

I disembarked onto a giant river delta with steamboats. Young Clint Eastwood was there in his poncho, auditioning for a movie. All he had to do was put a cigarette in his mouth, and he was cast. That's because he was auditioning for yet another western.


******


I don't recall dreaming about ice before - not on an ocean anyways.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Cats and Red Pandas

This dream was a last minute addition to what I believe was a zombie apocalypse dream - lots of running, two warring factions, etc.

*****

I found a baby red panda and took it "home" - though my home had a lot of arbors hanging with bougainvillea and what not. It felt a little Spanish in nature. But at some point I put the red panda in the refrigerator to let it sleep, and forgot about it. Then I remembered it and retrieved it, but it was so cold and small, and it was on a plate surrounded by what appeared to be soy sauce. I held it to my chest and tried to clean it off. I was so worried that it was going to die. I walked about, trying to remember what red pandas ate. Then I thought worried about how I was going to take care of the red panda when it was fully grown, and I couldn't hold it.

Then the little red panda came back to life and started to grow till it was about the size of a cat. I put it on a shelf, and then my other cats were there. One of them hissed and swiped at the panda, which growled back. I realized that it was not the mother cat, but one of toms, and scolded them. Then the panda snapped at me, and I hugged him and told him he shouldn't, because then I would have to abandon him.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Two Nights: Two Parts of a Nightmare

Day 1:

Two musical chords.

****

Yes, that was all I remember. Two horrible, movie-style "look-out!" musical chords. Woke up and was halfway across the hotel bed toward the window before I realized that I had only dreamed it.

I remember nothing else.





Day 2:

I was running home through the cornfields in the back of the house. The fields were still brown and not yet tilled, and I was running along the edge, between the field and the forest. There were snakes, sleeping along the forest edge. I ran past them, not really looking at them because they were harmless. Then I thought I saw a hooded cobra, and I stopped, thinking "Cobras don't live in Indiana..." As I stopped to look, the snake reared back and sort of bit me in the hip. I was surprised, and plucked it off. We both looked at each other, sort of surprised, then the snake extended its fangs and sunk them deep into my side, like around my kidney.

****

Again, I woke up, though this time I did not attempt to escape my bed.

Later, while at the Sonora Desert Museum (highly recommend it), I saw a medium-sized snake, black and shiny, slithering across the sidewalk below me. I decided to give it a wide berth.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Swords and Shame

I was at some type of college - it looked like my old college, except with large brick verandas. There was a fight workshop of sorts going on. All the students were in Elizabethan garb. Half the class started working with shields, the other half with swords. It was blurry, but I remember being happy with how things were going.

Later, we were watching a movie. Something like the Three Musketeers. I was commenting on it, and my fight instructor (who I know in real life) whispered in my ear that I was annoying everyone and should be quiet. So I was, and I felt ashamed.

The rest is blurry, but at some point I found a secret door in the facade of a brick building. I don't remember if I was able to go through it, or if I watched my classmates go through it. It closed back up.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Washington Post

I was in a town in Washington - or possibly Canada. I tried to explain my location to a woman on a phone, and when I looked at the map I had gone north into Canada, but there was a line on the map which said "No Record Beyond this Point". I had gone west through Canada, and the state of Washington was blinking on the map, but I wasn't confident that I was there.

I was at a house, and Matt Damon, Zoe Deschanel, and Darren Criss were around. The house was suburban, and there was a pool in back. The whole thing had an air of incompleteness about it. It was a property, but not a home. I had traveled to this place to write. I was working in an office occasionally? Or at least, I was occasionally in a sort of office building. I got a letter from a woman, handwritten and on some sort of napkin, saying that she wanted to publish my book on female gamers and would offer me a healthy paycheck. Then she called. I was walking around the town, trying to make sense of what she was saying and not sound too happy. I reflected on my book, on my essays, and what still needed to be done. I could not believe that she was going to pay me for a book I had not finished.

When we hung up, I wanted to surprise everyone, so I didn't say anything. Later, at a table by the pool, I announced that I was going to have my book published by...I think I said something like P.T. Waterly? I can't remember. Then Mitch (actor friend), burst out laughing at the name of the publisher. He was making fun of me, and I was crushed that his first response was to laugh at me. Darren Criss gave me a hug, but I didn't feel better. I fell into a sadness because the first reaction was to make fun of my project.

****

This is the second dream in recent memory where I've felt ridiculed by actors I know, even though I don't think of them with animosity.

I do actually have such a book in the making - but it's not very good. I don't think my style is engaging enough - but that would be news for a different sort of blog.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Battleships and Blades

In fragmented pieces, and in no particular order:

Dad, nephew and I were on a ship - either a cruise ship or a military ship. We were all sitting out of a table. The weather was clear and we were in a sort of bay. Suddenly, the ship listed to the side. I looked out the window and saw the sea rising up to meet us, and the horizon line tipped diagonally. "Uh oh," Dad mumbled, as everything tipped and the water seemed to be above us for somehow. "Grab onto me," I ordered my nephew, and he did just as everything went dark.

Then we were outside the ship, floating in the water. Not sure how we got there. Another wave was hitting another boat. There were people nearby on a smaller boat, who offered to get us out. I can't remember why, but I was still in the water (don't remember if nephew was with me). There were swells further out on the water. Along the coast, there seemed to be some sort of fire or fight going on, like a war.

****

There was a series of large metal tubes and wires and gears, like along a factory. They were tinted red and there was fire below. Antonio Banderas and Peter Sarsgaard were having a sword fight in 18th century garb. Peter's character was angry because Antonio's character (who was in possession of a couple very fine white masks with black swirls on them) had wasted all their gold and had not accomplished the mission. There were flashbacks to a masquerade party, and a spy network. They fought back and forth, and Peter chased Antonio all over, though eventually they both lost interest in fighting. At some point - I can't remember if it was before or after the fight - they were joined by Alan Cummings, also in period garb. Alan was a dandy - he was there to stop them from fighting and be generally useless.

****

The camera panned up from this? Anyways I knew that if we were going to win the fight, we had to see what the enemy was doing. I was buying machines and fighters - the whole map went into view like a video game, and I was a small ship flying over the enemy metropolis. They had turrets and lots of mechanical robots which had two giant feet and a sort of domed top. "Too many walkers," I thought, and tried to buy some more units at my city. The enemy city tried to shoot down my airplane, but they missed.


****

Space - we were floating in space, holding onto a satellite thing. I think I was punishing some teenagers for being disrespectful of some nuns? I can't remember, as this was the fuzziest part of the dream. I just seem to recall the sensation of being where there was no air, and floating around.


****


This is the second dream in a row where I've dreamed of protecting my nephew. Two days ago I had a "Hunger Games" dream where I protected him from a jeep full of snakes, while letting my sister and other people float down a river without saving them.


Saturday, March 3, 2012

Hillbilly Hollywood Wedding

I dreamed I was at some sort of rural barn/dance hall. Inside was brown and there was a dirt floor. There were folded wooden chairs in haphazard lines, and no decorations that I recall. I was getting married, except I was in an ugly blue gown that only came to my knees and it was made out of blue velveteen or terrycloth - I felt truly trashy in it. The blue was faded like a towel that had been through too many washes. Looking down, I saw that I wasn't even wearing heels - instead, I was wearing slouchy sock/boots of the same horrible blue material. There was a giant empty barrel in a corner the size of a swimming pool.

I kept leaving, even though it was my wedding, to stand in an adjoining room, alone. I didn't know what I was doing there - I was so confused, and generally felt unhappy. My mother came in, and she seemed concerned. Why was I stalling at my own wedding? she seemed to ask. I wanted her to make things better somehow, but I knew she couldn't. The guests were getting anxious. I lied and said I was fine. I forced myself to smile, and walked back out. This sequence repeated, except sometimes I was alone in the room, and sometimes there were strangers there.

The groom was not familiar to me. I thought I knew him from somewhere - but he wasn't the right man. I thought I was being forced to marry a teenage boy - from the nearby village, but this man was much older than me, with reddish hair. As I stood there, staring at him, I realized I couldn't say my vows because I couldn't remember his name. He stared at me, impatient. My mind was racing. Suddenly, I realized who he was.

"You're Conan...O'Brien!" I said, shocked. Why was I marrying a celebrity? And why wasn't I happy - I was going to be rich, and I was leaving the dirt behind? He was reading his vows from a red teleprompter, but he was running late for his show because I kept leaving the wedding. "Just skip to the end? Sum up?" I suggested, and he did, saying something about a fulfilling and enduring love. "That...was actually very beautiful," I said, giving him a hug. I hadn't expected anything that nice. He just sort of up and left then, to catch a helicopter. The celebration seemed unreal, as though people were unsure if they should celebrate. I was unsure myself. I kept telling myself to be happy, that I was getting something worthwhile, but really I felt bland and a little sad. I could not believe that I had gone through with it.

Throughout this dream, there was a sort of cutaway of young boys running around the interior of the church/barn/dance hall place. And there was a large man sitting in one of the chairs, with big red sideburns on his face.



******


I don't recall ever dreaming of a wedding - and what an unpleasant way to wake up, feeling as though I'd forced myself to do something that wasn't going to make me happy, for no apparent reason. And I don't usually dream about Mom - I wonder what I was trying to tell myself by having her show up?

I do know that I had this dream while I was supposed to be in a place of self-reflection and peace. My mind refused to unwind itself, and what sleep I did get was restless and full of internal noise. I was surrounded by calm, and my internal self rebelled against grace and stillness. I guess that would technically make this dream a nightmare - since it was a revulsion of the self. Either that, or my subconscious was desperately trying to show me how my mind has become a horrible place that needs re-evaluation, since there was a lot of symbolism in this dream, now that I look at it.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Viva

I was in a casino with friends. It was an older feeling casino - yellowish lighting and deep red carpets. The machines were a mix of old and new pieces. We wandered around, and I put some money in a slot machine. I bet the maximum, and won $88. I was very happy, and then decided to play again, this time betting only pennies so I could play longer. I won $.74 or $.21 and rolled again. This time, I didn't win, and on the fourth reel a symbol appeared, and a voice said, "And now you lose everything." And all my money went away. I was crushed.

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Who cares what else happened? My brain apparently doesn't want me gambling in the near future.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Those Nefarious Keebler Elves...(A naptime dream)

I dreamed I was supposed to be teaching a Kindergarten class about the state of New York, but did not know how to do so. I was trying to cut a giant sponge board into the shape of New York. Then Gwyneth Paltrow showed up and convinced me to come with her - that she knew how to find out where the information was. Whether this was about the class I don't remember.

We wound up in a tall white skyscraper with a big red logo. I was carrying my violin and a messenger bag and my purse, and talked to the secretary at the desk about having an appointment. She didn't seem convinced, so we distracted her and then sneaked into the office. Paltrow started rifling through papers, but I was worried about getting caught. So I went back to the secretary's area to talk to her some more. Then the head guy came in, and he had Gwyneth arrested. She smiled as they took her away, leaving me feeling very exposed. I walked back in and pretended like the whole thing was a misunderstanding. The people in the office seemed very friendly to me and let me collect my things. I was getting really flustered, and gave a lot of excuses.

Then there were police in hospital masks heading to the parking area. Apparently there was some really suspicious behavior going on. When I could, I went to look at the security camera. The guards were surrounding a talking blue car, and standing on the hood of the car was the Keebler elf. He was trying to give them cookies, but they didn't believe him.

I used this distraction to get all my stuff together so I could escape. Except I seemed to have more and more things. I grabbed my bag, and my purse, and then I grabbed my violin case, and a big blue bear, and another violin case. I realized I had too many violins in the outside area, and tried to figure out how to put the man's violin back. Only now there were three violins, and the bows got mixed up and I couldn't tell which violin went in which case. I was getting really scared about how much time was going by. They'd figure out I didn't belong there any second.

Except every time I looked up, everyone seemed distracted by the Keebler elf guy on the car - not the talking car, mind. That was being ignored. It was just the elf, spouting a lot of catchphrases.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Apocalypse H20



I dreamed I was high above the world in a sort of building or ship. There were massive storms all across the globe. This man (or woman?) kept yelling at me, telling me it was all my fault that things were as bad as they are. I think in the dream I assumed this person meant all of humanity, but I was being singled out for some reason. They railed about global warming and the destruction of everything.

I was put 5000 feet below the ocean, where there were mountains and for some reason the light still penetrated at that depth. Before me was a graph, illustrating how high water levels had risen. This information was expressed with bullet points that were in fact clip art shark pictures. The voice was still angry, but I was more worried because I didn't like being so deep in the water with all the sharks swimming about. At this point, the clip art sharks had turned real and were swimming around me.

"And look at what happened here! Those underwater peaks used to be the tallest mountains in the world!" I felt compelled to look at the mountains more closely. Above the water, they had snow on them.
"Oh yeah," I said thoughtfully - it made me think of the movie 2012.

Then I was back up in the sky. The lecture continued.
Then, I was in a small airplane, under one of the storms. The pilot and co-pilot to take off even though there was bad weather. I was scared as we flew through the lightning and the torrential rain, and then we were falling out of the sky. Part of me was not surprised, since it was only a little two engine civilian plane. But the pilots looked for somewhere to land, and we sort of drifted into what I think was an aqueduct, swollen with water. A giant wave pushed us forward as we landed, and the plane started to break apart. We all scrambled to get out...

******

This dream woke me up at 4:30am. I'm not sure what to take from it, other than global warming is bad, and planes shouldn't take off during apocalyptic thunderstorms. I have dreamed of the end of the world before, maybe three times.

I wonder if the swirling fun debate over the end of the world this year (2012 -like the movie my subconscious referenced) had any influence over this one?

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Catching Up - and Death

I imagine a good new year's resolution would be to remember to remember to write my dreams down here...


Here's a recent one:

I dreamed I was to be hung. I apparently had murdered someone. As the time for my execution drew closer, I kept wondering why no one was visiting me. I was innocent - where were my friends? I had two family members sort of hovering in my vicinity. The only people who came to console me were three teenage-ish boys, who knew my brother but were not particularly close to me. One hugged me and cried.

I had to walk a large spiral ramp that lay along the inside of a building, so that the scaffold was at the top of the large spiral incline. As I walked, I kept waiting to be pardoned. Surely, somehow they'd find out I was innocent, and let me go. There were crowds of people, sort of moving around me, and stores. It was like I was in a shopping center. There was also an auto-wrecking yard off in the distance, but I could see it close up in my mind's eye.

We got to the scaffold. The noose was waiting, but then everything started moving in slow motion. There was a sense of anticipation, which then melted away to a great lethargic lack of energy. I looked around, but the whole place was deserted, except for me, standing there waiting to be hung. Then the energy of the dream shifted, and I was not myself, but something moving through the piles of rusted cars and broken buildings.


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Here's another one:

I dreamed that the only way to get through a building was to appease a giant octopus. It sat, sort of, writhing and slapping things and being slimy and disgusting. So I started throwing shredded chicken to it, which it ate. In the dream, all I could see was an up-close shot of the beak and underside of the octopus. It was pretty disgusting - I remember wishing it didn't look so much like female anatomy.

On the other side, however, was a toy crane game and a sort of arcade, and fountains. This seemed to make me feel better.