I dreamed that it was early morning, not dark but before sunrise, and I was
driving over the hill with Amity. Or was it twilight? It was both at the
same time...my confusion on this echoed throught the dream. I was in my car,
which is sometimes reluctant to acknowledge the brakes...At the top of the hill
was this little tourist village. There was a diner, a movie theatre, a fancy
restaurant, a bunch of knickknack shops, and two stores that were like
sporting goods type stores. As I came up to the top, there were cars parked
in marked spaces on the road, and I hit one of them because I mis-estimated
my speed going around a turn. My right headlight broke, and the parked
vehicle (a black Isuzu pickup) got its bumper skewed about a foot to the left.
I drove away and parked somewhere else. Amity knew who owned the truck, it
belonged to a geek (but not a real person. Some short blonde whose name I
can't quite remember. It was short and exotic and it was her login too) who
worked in one of the stores. The store in question was closing, and we
couldn't find her. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I wandered off and looked in
all the shops. I ended up in a room like a locker room. There were a couple
of guys there who seemed to be making a drug deal, so I left. I tried to
find my car, but got lost. I did find the theatre though; it was fancy and
expensive, decorated in blue. It looked more like it belonged in Century
City than at the top of the hill. I ended up on the side of the complex away
from hwy 17. I didn't know where I was at all, or how to find my car.
Then I realized I was dreaming, and was pretty relieved, because it has been
almost 3 years since my last accident and I could use the lowered insurance
rates. So I went back to the car and was bitterly disappointed that no,
I had not been dreaming, there was the smashed headlight, and somewhere in
there Amity was telling me no *way* was she letting me drive back to Santa
Cruz, not when I couldn't even tell if I was awake or asleep...
Our housemate was Peter Gabriel. He couldn't pay the rent. I said well
then we will have to throw him out, if he can't make the rent.
He was supposed to sing on a Satuday morning TV special. I was too sleepy
to get up and watch it. After he sang he was supposed to draw a name for
someone to win $2 million. He pulled my name! The $2 million was in a safety
deposit box in a bank. Amity was there and he gave her the key to give to
me later.
I was amazed and happy when she gave me the key. I decided we wouldn't throw
him out for not making the rent after all.
I was trying to acheive Enlightenment by meditating in a lotus position.
For some reason I was doing this on a sidewalk in a downtown-Oakland-like
place when it was threatening to rain. My hands were relaxed on my lap...
some teacher brought her class to a nearby park on a field trip, and one of
them noticed me, and said "look at her hands, aren't they in the [number
forgotten here]th position of the Buddha?" ANd I wanted to laugh, but it
would break my concentration, so I just meditated faster.
ahahahaha meditated faster. the concept was so ludicrous I woke up
MORE...I don't remember a whole lot of it. It was at my mom's house, but not as it
is now, but rather as it was when my dog died when I was 12. There was a
young girl (teenybopper age, about 13-14) and I was sort of like an angel
and there was this demonic being, and we were contesting for which one of
us would have the final say in the path the girl took for the rest of her
life. The contest was very subtle, we were not allowed to overtly control
the girl, but only try to influence her decisions. Of course I had been
losing.
Somehow the girl found out about it. I don't remember that part very well
at all. But since she found out about it the rules changed and now the
contest was more direct. I can't remember...anyways. The girl was no longer
a part of the conflict except as she chose (that was part of the rules).
We finally decided that we would have a contest of wills, we would meet
and sit at this huge round table and after that there would be no more
between us. The girl was going to help him.
A lot of things happened to interfere with my showing up on time to the table.
Then I found out that for it all to work I was required to give some blood.
I thought at first it was two quarts and that made me worry if I would still
be able to win (my adversary did not have to give any blood). Hm, there
was more to this part too but all I remember is a wicker basket big enough
for a child to sit in. I later found out all that was needed was a pint,
and I thought "Oh, then, that's not a problem." Hm, I think I had
misunderstood the part about the blood, it didn't necessarily have to come
from me (it was used to bind power into the ritual struggle or something
like that). But once I said that, then it did. It was through things like
this that the demonic guy gained his advantage.
Finally all was ready, but I went into the bathroom first and found out the
toilet was overflowing. I started to clean it up, but worried that they
would think I was a coward, because now I was late. He came in behind me and
he did ask if I was trying to avoid facing him.
The last thing that happened before the alarm went off was I sat down at the
huge round table, two seats to his right, and we were about to begin. The
girl sat to his immediate left.
I am sure this dream was caused by reading all the SQ posts in sci-fic node
in forum...
This dream was weird because I kept jumping from character to character.
We were in this high tech sub, I guess it was a couple or three hundred years
in the future. I and my husband (????) were a "torpedo-scout team", which
menat we got into wet suits and were shot out behind torpedos out the tubes
to scout for enemy/weird phenomena in the water around the sub. It was his
turn to go, and he climbed in the tube and was sent off...whoosh...
I had a nightmare of sorts.
I can't remember the plot, only the part that scared me,
if scared is the word.
There was this protest outside of a federal-looking building...
the people attending were older, perhaps in their forties? and they
had all been part of some radical movement when they were in college.
They were gathering because the govt had done something about whatever
their cause had been in college (I want to say it was abortion). Anyways,
when they were in college, a lot of them had been rather violent.
Someone got hurt, and one of the protestors (did I mention they were all
well dressed?) turned out to be a doctor. He bent over the guy to see
what was wrong, if he could help, and then
I kept dreaming I was having a heart attack. Except, it wasn't as if
I was myself and feeling the painb and stiffness spreading about my
chest and left arm, it was more as if I was dispassionately off to the
side and detached from the actual pain, and I could see anf feel and
analyse what was causing it and exactly what the heart looked like and
the various responses the rest of my body was making to it.
I wonder how much of the dream was inspired by a recent show we caught
when channel surfing through our cable TV that showed an open heart
surgery procedure...
anyways. my brain I guess wasn't satisfied until I got it just right.
It was kinda like being on an infinite repeat loop in my dream. No,
that isn't exactly how the heart attack would turn out. Start over.
again and again and again. I was really glad when it started raining
at Faire site and the water dripping on my face woke me out of the dream
that I was on the east coast somewhere, in a place somewhat like DC
I was visiting, and there was a mall...not like your regular shopping mall
but more like what would result if you covered over market street in SF with
glass. I walked down the mall and it began to rain....sheets of water
downpouring. I was very glad that I was under the glass and still dry.
There came a point where the glass ended though, when the street met another
one at some oblique angle. and the water was totally dripping, pouring down
into the street...it was amazing and beautiful, I thought. I decided I
*had* to take a picture of this for my mom, even if it meant my camera got
wet. I pulled out my camera and the rain stopped.
o bummer.
MORE...I dreamed that
goddess was considering breast-reduction surgery
and had pretty much decided against it
but somehow her breasts detached
and she misplaced them
which really made the question of the surgery moot
not because now there was nothing to get reduced
but because if they stayed detached for too long
they would lose all sensation
and it was the question of lost sensation that would decide the surgery
I have had this disturbing dream recur. I keep dreaming that I
posted to forum general how regina and phil must be related because
they have the same last name. The dream keeps changing in how I
justify my position. But by the end of the dream both regina and
phil are thoroughly and permamently pissed off at me.
>shrug< not as if philb isn't already
I wish I could stop dreaming about it though. don't I have better
things to dream about?
can only remember bits and pieces of it...something to do with a huge
camping trip, in which people are required to keep their stuff in a samll
space cordoned off similar to a space in a drive-in movie...
