This morning I was relaxing in bed, enjoying the thought of a snow blanketed world outside whilst snuggled in my warm blankets, when I (unsurprisingly) drifted off to sleep. I'd hit snooze on my alarm specifically to allow for this very probable happenstance, so it wasn't anything of concern. I did dream though, and it was strange and slightly disturbing.
First though, some quick backstory: As seems to be common in old places with lots of people, people have died at Wellesley. Unfortunately, not all of these deaths are accidental or natural; some of them are intentional. Wellesley gives a Halloween tour of these old (locked) rooms and tells their stories - I've never been on it, but my roommate has, and she told me about this one in the basement of the dorm next to ours where three servants (back in a time when students brought servants to school/had servants at all!) hung themselves together. :( I didn't know where it was exactly, so a few weeks ago I was traveling through the basement of this dorm, working my way toward the basement of my own dorm (it was raining outside) and I saw this strange staircase and thought I would explore a little. The door at the top of it, however, was locked - I tried it. With a shrug, I turned back down the stairs and continued on my way. You've probably guessed what that door went to - it's commonly referred to here as 'The Suicide Suites', and it completely creeped me out that I'd tried the door.
Anyway, this morning, as I was dozing in my comfy bed, I had one of those half-dreams, where part of you knows that you're sleeping and if you can only just move yourself, you'll snap out of it and it will be ok - but you can't move! And it feels like there's some kind of current running through your body, locking your limbs in place. It started out fine; I was traveling through the tunnels because I wanted to go somewhere, and I came out of them right across from the suites. I didn't realize that was where I was though, so when I saw the stairs I just trotted up them and reached for the door handle - at which point a voice on the other side said, quite clearly 'It's locked.' The me in my dream was completely frozen, as was the real physical me - I couldn't move to wake myself up, no matter how hard I tried. Although I guess that strictly speaking, that isn't true because I did manage to snap myself out of it eventually, but it was pretty frightening. Made my eyes water and everything (my eyes water when I'm really scared, interestingly enough).
bllleeaaaaaaaaarrrg.
I had another longer and more involved dream than that, while I was actually sleeping, but all I can remember of it at this point is something about a large trampoline and perhaps a submarine. Hmmm.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Pushing snooze repeatedly makes for disjointed, yet fascinating, dreams
Jessica and I decided we would each make sure the other got up this morning because we have errands to make sure that we run, but alas! We are both victims of the endless-snooze-pushing-disease. (hmm) In the process though, I had a pretty bizarre series of dreams:
First I dreamt that I was wandering around in the science center, and I found this closet with a while bunch of supplies in it - but it was full of excellent supplies! Like Kindles! and touch-screen thingamabobs! and thumbtacks! (In my dream, I really needed some thumbtacks, so I felt really lucky). After going and doing whatever it was that I had needed to do, I went back to the closet because it was full of such interesting things! And this professor (I guess she was a professor; I didn't recognize her in my dream, and I don't recognize her now that I'm awake) came in just as I was playing with the Kindle, and wanted to know what I was doing. I, of course, was like "Wow! Look at this! We have a Kindle! How awesome is that?!" But apparently this was a super secret closet, and students weren't supposed to know about it, so she kicked me out.
I can't remember if I visited the closet before or after this bit - this might have been what I needed the thumbtacks for - but somehow I knew about these tiny people (they were like tiny light people, like... I don't know how to describe them. Like light people. Anyway.) They were stuck inside this classroom, and I had to thread some string through the wall so that they could do something with it, and I could pull the blocks out of the wall... and then they came out! And they were so cool! And someone (perhaps that mean professor person) walked by and she was like "... what are you doing?" just as the light people came out of the wall. It was awesome.
I think that perhaps the light people took me to this really neat place, but there was a little bit of an interlude in which I was a cat. hahahahahaha
For a brief period of time, I was sitting in a medical clinic, and first I was looking at the clinic through a camera that a young boy had (he was making a movie) and then he started to doze off, so I guess I left the point of view of the camera? And that's when I was a cat. But I didn't think of myself as a cat (even though at this point, that's what I was) - I was just another person in the clinic with these people. Then I was poking at a bowl of water, and suddenly it wasn't a bowl of water anymore, it was a river!! And THEN I was myself again, except the cat was still there, so I looked around, and I was in this absolutely fantastically beautiful place with these GORGEOUS rocks everywhere, and there was all this mist -
and then I realized it wasn't mist, it was a lava flow! But it wasn't scary because it was a really high viscosity flow, so it wasn't moving terribly fast, but we did need to get out of the river bed, so I called to the cat and we trotted along until we found a place to cross the river (stopping to look at the beautiful rocks along the way), and then we did find a place to cross, and when we got to the other side, we found a path apparently made by the people who had evacuated from wherever the lava had come from, and there was something interesting and significant about that, that I knew in my dream, but I can't remember it anymore. Sooo, the cat and I went along their trail to find them... and I woke up.
Interesting.
First I dreamt that I was wandering around in the science center, and I found this closet with a while bunch of supplies in it - but it was full of excellent supplies! Like Kindles! and touch-screen thingamabobs! and thumbtacks! (In my dream, I really needed some thumbtacks, so I felt really lucky). After going and doing whatever it was that I had needed to do, I went back to the closet because it was full of such interesting things! And this professor (I guess she was a professor; I didn't recognize her in my dream, and I don't recognize her now that I'm awake) came in just as I was playing with the Kindle, and wanted to know what I was doing. I, of course, was like "Wow! Look at this! We have a Kindle! How awesome is that?!" But apparently this was a super secret closet, and students weren't supposed to know about it, so she kicked me out.
I can't remember if I visited the closet before or after this bit - this might have been what I needed the thumbtacks for - but somehow I knew about these tiny people (they were like tiny light people, like... I don't know how to describe them. Like light people. Anyway.) They were stuck inside this classroom, and I had to thread some string through the wall so that they could do something with it, and I could pull the blocks out of the wall... and then they came out! And they were so cool! And someone (perhaps that mean professor person) walked by and she was like "... what are you doing?" just as the light people came out of the wall. It was awesome.
I think that perhaps the light people took me to this really neat place, but there was a little bit of an interlude in which I was a cat. hahahahahaha
For a brief period of time, I was sitting in a medical clinic, and first I was looking at the clinic through a camera that a young boy had (he was making a movie) and then he started to doze off, so I guess I left the point of view of the camera? And that's when I was a cat. But I didn't think of myself as a cat (even though at this point, that's what I was) - I was just another person in the clinic with these people. Then I was poking at a bowl of water, and suddenly it wasn't a bowl of water anymore, it was a river!! And THEN I was myself again, except the cat was still there, so I looked around, and I was in this absolutely fantastically beautiful place with these GORGEOUS rocks everywhere, and there was all this mist -
and then I realized it wasn't mist, it was a lava flow! But it wasn't scary because it was a really high viscosity flow, so it wasn't moving terribly fast, but we did need to get out of the river bed, so I called to the cat and we trotted along until we found a place to cross the river (stopping to look at the beautiful rocks along the way), and then we did find a place to cross, and when we got to the other side, we found a path apparently made by the people who had evacuated from wherever the lava had come from, and there was something interesting and significant about that, that I knew in my dream, but I can't remember it anymore. Sooo, the cat and I went along their trail to find them... and I woke up.
Interesting.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Geology and Music are combing in my head in straaaaange ways
Last night I had this very odd dream about band... for whatever reason, I was visiting Nonnewaug and they were doing some marching band thing and they needed me to play -and woah, I'd brought my trumpet! The uniforms were mostly the same except the jackets were longer (with tails!!!) and flashier and there were hats! It was pretty exciting. So we were in this room off the side of wherever it was that we were playing, warming up and such. I pulled out my horn - but my mouthpiece was bent! I put it in my leadpipe and tried to play, and it was ok, but it was kind of weird. I decided that I would go find my old band director, because I knew that the director before him had had a thing that pulled stuck mouthpieces out of trumpets, and in my dream that translated to a dented-mouthpiece-fixer, so I started wandering through the school. It was PACKED! With people come to see whatever it was the band was playing at and also the band itself! My whole old section was there, and they all had the really awesome uniforms and some of them had piccolo trumpets and others had heralds!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And someone had a heraldic piccolo!!!!!!!!!! wooooooooooahh!!! I finally made it to the gym, which was where my band director was - he was sitting at a table with all of my old band directors, and they were all wearing long-sleeved full-legged unitards. I do not know why. It wasn't strange in my dream though.
Anyway, I pulled out my mouthpiece to show them, and that was when I realized there was a FAULT LINE ACROSS MY MOUTHPIECE!!!! And that's why it was 'dented' and that's why it wasn't playing right! When I first saw it, the fault line wasn't visible, just the deformation to the mouthpiece - but when I pulled it out later, I could see the fault line, and there was definite displacement! Amazing. I couldn't figure out what I was going to do - I thought it was my Model 5 Marcinkiewicz (which they apparently don't make anymore? I don't know. I got mine from my high school trumpet teacher) - but then I realized that it was actually my Bach mouthpiece, which is obviously no big deal. Except that I wanted to play!!!! I was about to go off and find someone with an extra mouthpiece when I woke up though, so no buzzing in my sleep. Ah well.
Anyway, I pulled out my mouthpiece to show them, and that was when I realized there was a FAULT LINE ACROSS MY MOUTHPIECE!!!! And that's why it was 'dented' and that's why it wasn't playing right! When I first saw it, the fault line wasn't visible, just the deformation to the mouthpiece - but when I pulled it out later, I could see the fault line, and there was definite displacement! Amazing. I couldn't figure out what I was going to do - I thought it was my Model 5 Marcinkiewicz (which they apparently don't make anymore? I don't know. I got mine from my high school trumpet teacher) - but then I realized that it was actually my Bach mouthpiece, which is obviously no big deal. Except that I wanted to play!!!! I was about to go off and find someone with an extra mouthpiece when I woke up though, so no buzzing in my sleep. Ah well.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Blending
My dreams of late have been very strange, and borderline distressing - my subconscious has been playing tricks on me! Lately I've been dreaming about people I know, but in my dreams they're not who I know them as. For example, the other day I dreamt about a strange combination of a friend and my little brother - in this case, the dream-blend looked like my friend, but was, in actuality, my brother. That's the only concrete example I can think of; the others aren't as definite - in other words, I'll dream about someone specific, but when I wake up, I know that the person I dreamt about - even though I *knew* who they were in my dream - wasn't actually the person I thought s/he was. Make sense?
Yeah, it messes with me too. Especially because I have a hard time re-setting my notions of people until I interact with them after the dream was had, because as far as my subconscious is concerned, it WAS a real encounter. Which is kind of weird.
Sorry for the lame update! Lately (most of) my dreams have been either incoherent or boring - in the sense that they're about everyday things. Maybe when I start sleeping regularly again things will pick up.
Yeah, it messes with me too. Especially because I have a hard time re-setting my notions of people until I interact with them after the dream was had, because as far as my subconscious is concerned, it WAS a real encounter. Which is kind of weird.
Sorry for the lame update! Lately (most of) my dreams have been either incoherent or boring - in the sense that they're about everyday things. Maybe when I start sleeping regularly again things will pick up.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Dreams Dreams Dreams!
I really don't update this as often as I should.
On the other hand, my dreams aren't always fascinating and worthy of recording - and by worthy, I just really mean you all don't need to read about me walking around or showing up late for an exam and other such nonsense that sometimes happens in my dreams.
Anywho, I have had a few interesting dreams over the past week or so - little blips on the dream radar, but neat all the same.
Dream 1
The first dream that I jotted down took place in a huge coastal amphitheater that I was visiting with my structural geology class. It was SO COOL. It was also very steep and dangerous, and the ocean sort of wooooooshed into it and filled it up a lot more than it looked like it would - then it would go out, and you'd think you could go lower, but really, you couldn't. The amphitheater was made up of all of these different ledges of rock pushed in all sorts of directions, but they were all fairly column-like. Anyway, I tried to walk down a bit, just to see what was below the tide line, but the ocean came in (woooooosh!) and caught me - it was lucky that I hadn't been lower in the amphitheater, otherwise I probably would have gotten smoo(oooo)shed. As it was, I just got pushed up to where my geos professor was sitting observing, and he told me that he thought I probably shouldn't try that again. I agreed, and looked around to see what I should clamber over to - and a few ledges above me, there was this salt cave (I don't know how I knew it was salt. It's just one of those things you know when you're dreaming) that the sun was hitting and making glow in these *gorgeous* blues and greens! Obviously, I had to go look at it. So, I started to climb up to it. I was very nearly there when I saw a person sitting on a ledge just below it - this person looked a lot like a friend of mine from engineering camp (but somehow older and more worn) that I've lost touch with, so I took a little detour to see if it was him - and it was! We started to catch up, and then I woke up. I didn't get to see the cave, but it was ok.
Dream 2
This dream also sort of had to do with the ocean, although in an odd way. I dreamt that I was in band rehearsal (but it wasn't my band?) and we were all learning to jump through really large tan waves with sand on the crest. Does that make sense? I have no idea how else to describe it. That may very well be the only way. I'm not certain that the waves themselves were water - in fact, I'm fairly certain that they weren't... but they were somehow connected to the ocean. Anyway, there was some special way to jump through these waves, but I couldn't do it. I kept doing it wrong, and when you did it wrong, you got hit with the sand from the crest of the wave. The band director decided that I needed some extra help, so while the rest of the band got to go take a break, she asked someone to stay and help me learn how to do it right (the ironic thing was that I wasn't even in the band!). I remember being really concerned about this person having to stay through break to help me, but he was really ok with it. I'm not sure if I ever actually learned how to do this.
Dream 3
This dream was pretty short, but also cute. I dreamt that I was walking somewhere in Boston, and I met this guy that looked startlingly like Matthew McFadyen (in fact, could have BEEN him) (I only know that name because of Pride and Prejudice (Colin Firth was better!!!!!). And also Must Love Dogs. shhh) ahem. We had this really great conversation, and he said that we should meet up and continue it later. I thought that was a great idea, and he said that we should meet "where street 660 meets streets 5 and 6" which obviously made all the sense in the world in my dream. I said something along the lines of 'great, see you later' and went home... at which point I realized that uhh, we never said a time to meet there. Not only that but I didn't know anything about him, and thus, could not contact him to say 'hey, let's meet up now!'. But then I looked out my front window (I lived in Boston, apparently) and realized that the intersection of all of these streets was right in front of my house, and he was sitting there. Haha!
Weird, yes. It was a nice dream though.
And, well, between my messed-up sleep schedule (going to sleep now, I promise!) and studying for midterms, this is all of note my brain has been able to produce (with a few exclusions that were so weird, I have no idea how to simultaneously describe and explain them in a way that will make them interesting).
Ah well.
On the other hand, my dreams aren't always fascinating and worthy of recording - and by worthy, I just really mean you all don't need to read about me walking around or showing up late for an exam and other such nonsense that sometimes happens in my dreams.
Anywho, I have had a few interesting dreams over the past week or so - little blips on the dream radar, but neat all the same.
Dream 1
The first dream that I jotted down took place in a huge coastal amphitheater that I was visiting with my structural geology class. It was SO COOL. It was also very steep and dangerous, and the ocean sort of wooooooshed into it and filled it up a lot more than it looked like it would - then it would go out, and you'd think you could go lower, but really, you couldn't. The amphitheater was made up of all of these different ledges of rock pushed in all sorts of directions, but they were all fairly column-like. Anyway, I tried to walk down a bit, just to see what was below the tide line, but the ocean came in (woooooosh!) and caught me - it was lucky that I hadn't been lower in the amphitheater, otherwise I probably would have gotten smoo(oooo)shed. As it was, I just got pushed up to where my geos professor was sitting observing, and he told me that he thought I probably shouldn't try that again. I agreed, and looked around to see what I should clamber over to - and a few ledges above me, there was this salt cave (I don't know how I knew it was salt. It's just one of those things you know when you're dreaming) that the sun was hitting and making glow in these *gorgeous* blues and greens! Obviously, I had to go look at it. So, I started to climb up to it. I was very nearly there when I saw a person sitting on a ledge just below it - this person looked a lot like a friend of mine from engineering camp (but somehow older and more worn) that I've lost touch with, so I took a little detour to see if it was him - and it was! We started to catch up, and then I woke up. I didn't get to see the cave, but it was ok.
Dream 2
This dream also sort of had to do with the ocean, although in an odd way. I dreamt that I was in band rehearsal (but it wasn't my band?) and we were all learning to jump through really large tan waves with sand on the crest. Does that make sense? I have no idea how else to describe it. That may very well be the only way. I'm not certain that the waves themselves were water - in fact, I'm fairly certain that they weren't... but they were somehow connected to the ocean. Anyway, there was some special way to jump through these waves, but I couldn't do it. I kept doing it wrong, and when you did it wrong, you got hit with the sand from the crest of the wave. The band director decided that I needed some extra help, so while the rest of the band got to go take a break, she asked someone to stay and help me learn how to do it right (the ironic thing was that I wasn't even in the band!). I remember being really concerned about this person having to stay through break to help me, but he was really ok with it. I'm not sure if I ever actually learned how to do this.
Dream 3
This dream was pretty short, but also cute. I dreamt that I was walking somewhere in Boston, and I met this guy that looked startlingly like Matthew McFadyen (in fact, could have BEEN him) (I only know that name because of Pride and Prejudice (Colin Firth was better!!!!!). And also Must Love Dogs. shhh) ahem. We had this really great conversation, and he said that we should meet up and continue it later. I thought that was a great idea, and he said that we should meet "where street 660 meets streets 5 and 6" which obviously made all the sense in the world in my dream. I said something along the lines of 'great, see you later' and went home... at which point I realized that uhh, we never said a time to meet there. Not only that but I didn't know anything about him, and thus, could not contact him to say 'hey, let's meet up now!'. But then I looked out my front window (I lived in Boston, apparently) and realized that the intersection of all of these streets was right in front of my house, and he was sitting there. Haha!
Weird, yes. It was a nice dream though.
And, well, between my messed-up sleep schedule (going to sleep now, I promise!) and studying for midterms, this is all of note my brain has been able to produce (with a few exclusions that were so weird, I have no idea how to simultaneously describe and explain them in a way that will make them interesting).
Ah well.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Some of my most interesting dreams are had during 15 minute naps.
Like today, for instance-
I closed my eyes, and where did I find myself? On a water slide! How awesome is that? Except that actually, I'm pretty sure it was a kiddie water slide... at any rate, it was just like the new slide/playground system at The Hollow, which is a park in the town that I grew up in. The big slide there is now, well, small, for big kids like me... I remember when I thought it was AWESOME, but now I have to scrunch waaaay down to slide down it. Anyway, there was a lot of water going down the slide, almost more than was normal - I think in my dream that I decided this was because I'd been sitting there looking out at everything for a while, but it was good because you know, the more water the better! Except that just as I was about to go, I looked at the actual slide and there was this little kid climbing back up it to a little whirlpool that was attached to and only accessible by the slide, and all of his friends were there. Obviously I couldn't go down the slide while the kid was going up it, so I waited.
The next thing I remember (perhaps the next thing that happened) was I was inside my old high school - doing what, I don't know, but the playground complex with the water slide was just outside, and I'd just come in after playing on that. For some very strange reason, Eric (from band camp?) was there, wearing this bizarre hat. It was like a crown cut-out, but it had all these notes and pictures on it - kind of like my 'senior star' thing where my parents put all these photos of me from earlier years on a big cut out star, and it got hung in the school (with the rest of the senior stars) during gradnight. Anyway, the dominant feature on this hat of Eric's was a HUGE pink feather. Interesting.
I was talking to him about why he was there (I can't remember the reason) when it suddenly started raining - which is all well and good, I love storms... but this storm had this TERRIBLE pressure; it was awful. I could feel it. like a weight in my head - I kept trying to pop my ears, but in vain! And I just started sinking under it - it was really terrible and realistic. I can't really explain it better than that. At this point, I knew there was a tornado outside, and we had to get downstairs, or somewhere safe, but the tornado was too close, and I was too far from anything to grab on to (I don't know what happened to Eric) - but as I turned to run and felt my feet slipping out from under me on the floor, I thought to myself 'it's ok, this is just a dream,' - which is a really unusual thought for my dream self to have. I usually am unaware that I'm dreaming, which sometimes makes for rather traumatic dreams. When I was little I would have 'natural disaster' dreams, and not know they were dreams until a while after I woke up. Those were the WORST. Anyway, woke up, knew where I was and what was happening.
Savored the details!
I closed my eyes, and where did I find myself? On a water slide! How awesome is that? Except that actually, I'm pretty sure it was a kiddie water slide... at any rate, it was just like the new slide/playground system at The Hollow, which is a park in the town that I grew up in. The big slide there is now, well, small, for big kids like me... I remember when I thought it was AWESOME, but now I have to scrunch waaaay down to slide down it. Anyway, there was a lot of water going down the slide, almost more than was normal - I think in my dream that I decided this was because I'd been sitting there looking out at everything for a while, but it was good because you know, the more water the better! Except that just as I was about to go, I looked at the actual slide and there was this little kid climbing back up it to a little whirlpool that was attached to and only accessible by the slide, and all of his friends were there. Obviously I couldn't go down the slide while the kid was going up it, so I waited.
The next thing I remember (perhaps the next thing that happened) was I was inside my old high school - doing what, I don't know, but the playground complex with the water slide was just outside, and I'd just come in after playing on that. For some very strange reason, Eric (from band camp?) was there, wearing this bizarre hat. It was like a crown cut-out, but it had all these notes and pictures on it - kind of like my 'senior star' thing where my parents put all these photos of me from earlier years on a big cut out star, and it got hung in the school (with the rest of the senior stars) during gradnight. Anyway, the dominant feature on this hat of Eric's was a HUGE pink feather. Interesting.
I was talking to him about why he was there (I can't remember the reason) when it suddenly started raining - which is all well and good, I love storms... but this storm had this TERRIBLE pressure; it was awful. I could feel it. like a weight in my head - I kept trying to pop my ears, but in vain! And I just started sinking under it - it was really terrible and realistic. I can't really explain it better than that. At this point, I knew there was a tornado outside, and we had to get downstairs, or somewhere safe, but the tornado was too close, and I was too far from anything to grab on to (I don't know what happened to Eric) - but as I turned to run and felt my feet slipping out from under me on the floor, I thought to myself 'it's ok, this is just a dream,' - which is a really unusual thought for my dream self to have. I usually am unaware that I'm dreaming, which sometimes makes for rather traumatic dreams. When I was little I would have 'natural disaster' dreams, and not know they were dreams until a while after I woke up. Those were the WORST. Anyway, woke up, knew where I was and what was happening.
Savored the details!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Random?
With very little interesting plot flow:
I guess it was move-in day at Wellesley, and for some reason, my three best friends from high school all went to school here too (awesome!). So Sara and Kristen had already moved in, and they'd come to help me get my stuff inside when Linnea drove by with her family and all her stuff (but, weirdly, in KP's dad's car) and Sara and KP (this is Kristen) ran after the car to go say hello, and I decided my stuff would be fine where it was and went too. When we caught up with her, Mrs Piel (KP's mom) said that we all had to go see the music building, which was nothing at all like Jewett, which is the real music building at Wellesley. It was interesting, architecturally speaking, but also not made of concrete. It had all of these oddly placed beams that arched across open spaces. Anyway, we walked through a big open room (performance hall, I guess!) and we started to walk through this really narrow room: the room ran perpendicular to the path we were walking on, and it was probably 15 feet long and maybe 5 feet wide, and it was full of chairs. There was a girl all the way at one end playing a violin (I think), and then some guy sitting right next to the door we were walking through. He stopped us and told us that everyone has to learn to play the viola before going any farther (which, now that I think about it, could have meant musically speaking, or literally in terms of passing him), but I thought he was being creepy and just sort of pushed by him. He then whipped out his viola - but it was a viola de gamba - and proceeded to play something. Kp, Nea (Linnea), Sara, and I just kept going though. The next room was just like Dillon Music, with all of the amazing things that could interest me (well, it was the first room of DM - the room with the mutes and the knick-knacks and the CDs and cases. But the rest of it was just beyond! I was looking at something, when someone called that Sara had found a bass flute, and we should come and listen to her play it. Sooo I headed back out (but the room with the viola/violin players was gone) and there was Sara with this gigantic THING on the ground. I think, if anything, it was a contra-flute. If they exist. It had waaay too many curves in it to be a bass flute. So, well, she played something on it. Then I woke up.
Weird, eh?
I guess it was move-in day at Wellesley, and for some reason, my three best friends from high school all went to school here too (awesome!). So Sara and Kristen had already moved in, and they'd come to help me get my stuff inside when Linnea drove by with her family and all her stuff (but, weirdly, in KP's dad's car) and Sara and KP (this is Kristen) ran after the car to go say hello, and I decided my stuff would be fine where it was and went too. When we caught up with her, Mrs Piel (KP's mom) said that we all had to go see the music building, which was nothing at all like Jewett, which is the real music building at Wellesley. It was interesting, architecturally speaking, but also not made of concrete. It had all of these oddly placed beams that arched across open spaces. Anyway, we walked through a big open room (performance hall, I guess!) and we started to walk through this really narrow room: the room ran perpendicular to the path we were walking on, and it was probably 15 feet long and maybe 5 feet wide, and it was full of chairs. There was a girl all the way at one end playing a violin (I think), and then some guy sitting right next to the door we were walking through. He stopped us and told us that everyone has to learn to play the viola before going any farther (which, now that I think about it, could have meant musically speaking, or literally in terms of passing him), but I thought he was being creepy and just sort of pushed by him. He then whipped out his viola - but it was a viola de gamba - and proceeded to play something. Kp, Nea (Linnea), Sara, and I just kept going though. The next room was just like Dillon Music, with all of the amazing things that could interest me (well, it was the first room of DM - the room with the mutes and the knick-knacks and the CDs and cases. But the rest of it was just beyond! I was looking at something, when someone called that Sara had found a bass flute, and we should come and listen to her play it. Sooo I headed back out (but the room with the viola/violin players was gone) and there was Sara with this gigantic THING on the ground. I think, if anything, it was a contra-flute. If they exist. It had waaay too many curves in it to be a bass flute. So, well, she played something on it. Then I woke up.
Weird, eh?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The most unfair series of dreams
Seriously. Every once in a while I'll beg my subconscious for a dream about a particular subject, because usually what I dream clues me in to how I really feel about things. Last night my quest for sleep was thwarted by incessant thoughts of a particular person whom we shall call 'Bob', because I don't feel like embarrassing myself (or him). Not that he reads this, but, well, you never know.
Anyway, I decided then that perhaps the solution was to think specific thoughts about Bob, and hope that I would drift slowly off to sleep and also dream about him, which would possibly be fun, unless in my subconscious I actually don't like him at all. Then it would probably be kind of miserable.
For example: once, I dreamt that I got married to my (now ex) boyfriend, and I cried the entire dream because I did NOT want it to happen - and when I woke up, it took me a few minutes to realize it had just been a dream. (I'm recounting this here because I don't believe I recorded it - it was before the start of this bog.) Anyway, the point is that the dream forced me to start thinking about why I was so absolutely averse to marrying the fellow - and well, it turned out that when I thought about it, I realized that I wasn't really in love with him.
So... while asking my subconscious for dreams CAN be fun, it can also lead to unpleasant truths.
Get on with the dream! Ok. There isn't much to this dream - it was very rich, but in detail, not in plot. I was sleeping in the Captain's room (guest room with a name) with Luna (my dog) - in both reality and the dream - and I was woken up by Bob, who I had invited to visit but hadn't expected him to come quite so early. Nevertheless, I was really happy about the visit so I leapt out of bed and ran to my room (which is a disaster as I pack for school, hence the sleeping in the captain's room) to find some clothes. My mom was in there for some reason, laughing at me. I guess because I was so happy, but had somehow managed to let him get here while I was still in my PJs (interesting point: I was wearing my kokopelli PJs, which I was not wearing in real life). So I grab some things and realize that I've forgotten my glasses in the captain's room, so I go to run back to get them, and for whatever reason, Mick arrives and starts talking to me, but I'm not really paying attention because Bob's in the other room, and I'd like to get back to him.
Then, suddenly, I wake up again. And I sigh, because the Bob visit was apparently all a dream. But! amazingly, his voice comes from behind me and says something along the lines of 'Hooray! You're awake again!' and I leap out of bed to see that he's sitting on the far edge of the bed with Luna, and I'm so confused because I could have sworn it was all a dream - but he says that he came in to say hello the first time, and I fell back asleep. So THIS time, I try to force myself to check and make sure that I'm really awake - but what it really does is make me actually wake up.
So, I wake up for a third time (or really, the first time), to a house empty except for mah animals. Fail.
Sigh.
Anyway, I decided then that perhaps the solution was to think specific thoughts about Bob, and hope that I would drift slowly off to sleep and also dream about him, which would possibly be fun, unless in my subconscious I actually don't like him at all. Then it would probably be kind of miserable.
For example: once, I dreamt that I got married to my (now ex) boyfriend, and I cried the entire dream because I did NOT want it to happen - and when I woke up, it took me a few minutes to realize it had just been a dream. (I'm recounting this here because I don't believe I recorded it - it was before the start of this bog.) Anyway, the point is that the dream forced me to start thinking about why I was so absolutely averse to marrying the fellow - and well, it turned out that when I thought about it, I realized that I wasn't really in love with him.
So... while asking my subconscious for dreams CAN be fun, it can also lead to unpleasant truths.
Get on with the dream! Ok. There isn't much to this dream - it was very rich, but in detail, not in plot. I was sleeping in the Captain's room (guest room with a name) with Luna (my dog) - in both reality and the dream - and I was woken up by Bob, who I had invited to visit but hadn't expected him to come quite so early. Nevertheless, I was really happy about the visit so I leapt out of bed and ran to my room (which is a disaster as I pack for school, hence the sleeping in the captain's room) to find some clothes. My mom was in there for some reason, laughing at me. I guess because I was so happy, but had somehow managed to let him get here while I was still in my PJs (interesting point: I was wearing my kokopelli PJs, which I was not wearing in real life). So I grab some things and realize that I've forgotten my glasses in the captain's room, so I go to run back to get them, and for whatever reason, Mick arrives and starts talking to me, but I'm not really paying attention because Bob's in the other room, and I'd like to get back to him.
Then, suddenly, I wake up again. And I sigh, because the Bob visit was apparently all a dream. But! amazingly, his voice comes from behind me and says something along the lines of 'Hooray! You're awake again!' and I leap out of bed to see that he's sitting on the far edge of the bed with Luna, and I'm so confused because I could have sworn it was all a dream - but he says that he came in to say hello the first time, and I fell back asleep. So THIS time, I try to force myself to check and make sure that I'm really awake - but what it really does is make me actually wake up.
So, I wake up for a third time (or really, the first time), to a house empty except for mah animals. Fail.
Sigh.
Monday, August 25, 2008
I've been remiss!
I have - surprise, surprise! - still been dreaming, whilst not writing in this blog, and unfortunately for all of you (but also myself) I can't remember all of the dreams that I've had. I do have a few fragments that I'd like to record though, and I'll do what I can to keep it in order.
Some time ago, I dreamt that I got to go see the gymnastics part of the olympics! But it was being held in a theater, oddly enough. I don't remember the finer details, but what I do remember is that my family had these excellent seats in a balcony, and somehow we got separated. I was trying to find the correct balcony, but I kept taking the wrong staircase - at one point coming out at the very top of the theater, where I saw the guy I'd met at the prow of the cruise ship I went on with my girl scout troop (long story short, I was wandering around the boat at night alone, and chatted with some nice guy at the very top, very front of the boat - where you could lean into the wind and not fall over!), but I didn't talk to him in my dream; I turned around and went down to try another staircase.
Somewhere along the way, this very fancily dressed gentleman (who I knew in my dream, but I have no idea who he is/if he's anyone in real life) saw me and said that he had really great seats - would I do him the honor of joining him? How could I refuse? I really wanted to find my family, but I couldn't say no to this guy (because of his stature). I'm pretty sure he was wearing a top hat and tails. He led me to this row of about 5 seats on the first floor of the theater - the expensive seats, for sure, but we were just under the lip of a balcony, so we couldn't see any of the elements the gymnasts did on the high bar that went above the bar. Anyway, as I said, there were 5 seats - he took the second seat from the end to the left, and there were two women next to him (I think they were 'with' him, but not WITH him, if that makes sense), and the last seat on the right was empty. I really wanted to see what was going on up on stage, so I went around to take that seat, but there was a little girl sitting there, which was annoying because she was too young to appreciate what was going on, but I couldn't kick her out of the seat. So, I went back and sat next to the man, even though I didn't really want to. There was a woman's jacket folded on the back of the chair, and I was really nervous because in normal life, that means the chair is taken - but he was convinced the jacket came with the chair (I really have no idea which was correct).
At any rate, Brendan suddenly appeared, and said he could take me to our seats, so I jumped up, told the man I'd divide my time, and bolted. He ran much faster than me though, and when we got the the key staircase, I didn't know where to go! Ugh! I ran past some security guards and hoped really hard that they wouldn't stop me (the competition was about to start!) but they just watched, bemused. Finally, I ran up this tiny spiral staircase that I had taken out of the which-staircase-should-I-run-up? competition because it was so small. Amazingly enough, at the top of it, there was a glass atrium sort of thing where all the widows were playing poker! (I don't know why.) Just outside of that was the balcony, and, hooray! My family! So, win.
Sometime after this dream, whether it was days or minutes or hours or seconds, I don't know, but I dreamt that I was once again with the Widows, and we were heading back through the wilderness to Wellesley. Through an obstacle course. I know where this dream came from: my difficulties with the wellesley financial aid services! No mystery there.
Lastly, that I can recall, the other night I dreamt that I had one of my friends over (this dream took place at my old house; I moved a few years ago), and for whatever reason, I blurted out that I loved him - then I turned tail and ran. He followed me out onto the porch, but by the time he got there, I was already at the driveway (porch had a staircase to the driveway) and luckily for me, another friend was sitting there, waiting to kidnap me. Not kidnap as in 'rawr! pay the ransom or else!', just kidnap in the way that friends do. It was very well timed, and she drove me away before he could catch up. This one I know all about too - I do like this guy, a lot, but it really isn't the best time for me to go blurting out anything about love.
Thanks, subconscious. (heavy sarcasm)
Well, that's all I can recall at the moment! Perhaps tonight I shall dream - and if that is the case, I will most certainly endeavor to record said dream in a timely fashion!
Some time ago, I dreamt that I got to go see the gymnastics part of the olympics! But it was being held in a theater, oddly enough. I don't remember the finer details, but what I do remember is that my family had these excellent seats in a balcony, and somehow we got separated. I was trying to find the correct balcony, but I kept taking the wrong staircase - at one point coming out at the very top of the theater, where I saw the guy I'd met at the prow of the cruise ship I went on with my girl scout troop (long story short, I was wandering around the boat at night alone, and chatted with some nice guy at the very top, very front of the boat - where you could lean into the wind and not fall over!), but I didn't talk to him in my dream; I turned around and went down to try another staircase.
Somewhere along the way, this very fancily dressed gentleman (who I knew in my dream, but I have no idea who he is/if he's anyone in real life) saw me and said that he had really great seats - would I do him the honor of joining him? How could I refuse? I really wanted to find my family, but I couldn't say no to this guy (because of his stature). I'm pretty sure he was wearing a top hat and tails. He led me to this row of about 5 seats on the first floor of the theater - the expensive seats, for sure, but we were just under the lip of a balcony, so we couldn't see any of the elements the gymnasts did on the high bar that went above the bar. Anyway, as I said, there were 5 seats - he took the second seat from the end to the left, and there were two women next to him (I think they were 'with' him, but not WITH him, if that makes sense), and the last seat on the right was empty. I really wanted to see what was going on up on stage, so I went around to take that seat, but there was a little girl sitting there, which was annoying because she was too young to appreciate what was going on, but I couldn't kick her out of the seat. So, I went back and sat next to the man, even though I didn't really want to. There was a woman's jacket folded on the back of the chair, and I was really nervous because in normal life, that means the chair is taken - but he was convinced the jacket came with the chair (I really have no idea which was correct).
At any rate, Brendan suddenly appeared, and said he could take me to our seats, so I jumped up, told the man I'd divide my time, and bolted. He ran much faster than me though, and when we got the the key staircase, I didn't know where to go! Ugh! I ran past some security guards and hoped really hard that they wouldn't stop me (the competition was about to start!) but they just watched, bemused. Finally, I ran up this tiny spiral staircase that I had taken out of the which-staircase-should-I-run-up? competition because it was so small. Amazingly enough, at the top of it, there was a glass atrium sort of thing where all the widows were playing poker! (I don't know why.) Just outside of that was the balcony, and, hooray! My family! So, win.
Sometime after this dream, whether it was days or minutes or hours or seconds, I don't know, but I dreamt that I was once again with the Widows, and we were heading back through the wilderness to Wellesley. Through an obstacle course. I know where this dream came from: my difficulties with the wellesley financial aid services! No mystery there.
Lastly, that I can recall, the other night I dreamt that I had one of my friends over (this dream took place at my old house; I moved a few years ago), and for whatever reason, I blurted out that I loved him - then I turned tail and ran. He followed me out onto the porch, but by the time he got there, I was already at the driveway (porch had a staircase to the driveway) and luckily for me, another friend was sitting there, waiting to kidnap me. Not kidnap as in 'rawr! pay the ransom or else!', just kidnap in the way that friends do. It was very well timed, and she drove me away before he could catch up. This one I know all about too - I do like this guy, a lot, but it really isn't the best time for me to go blurting out anything about love.
Thanks, subconscious. (heavy sarcasm)
Well, that's all I can recall at the moment! Perhaps tonight I shall dream - and if that is the case, I will most certainly endeavor to record said dream in a timely fashion!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Stargate makes my dreams richer
I had this fascinating series of events in my dreams last night... it started out with an escape, in a helicopter. I was there with two other people, a man and a woman - the man was piloting. I don't know who we were running from, but whoever they were, they were shooting at us. They killed the man piloting, and I had to fly the helicopter.
A brief aside, in all of my flying dreams, I have the most difficulty in going up. I sink slowly, and then I come to an obstacle and I have to fight tooth and nail to bring myself back up.
Anyway, flying the helicopter was rather Gary Paulsen describes flying the biplane in his books about Brian - even though I'm almost certain that flying a helicopter is nothing like flying an airplane. Somehow we got to a city (pretty sure it was Boston), and I was weaving through the buildings, trying to keep us from crashing. The helicopter kept sinking, and I would have to practically do battle with it to get it to pull up again - a couple of times we nearly crashed into a lower building because of it, but somehow I managed to keep us from dying.
Somehow, I managed to land - surprise! - at Wellesley. It didn't look anything like Wellesley... more like a blend of Wellesley and Haverford, I guess. I thought I was safe there, so I took my bike to the library (don't ask me why). While in the elevator, elevator music suddenly came on, which was my cue that I was still being chased - I took off through the library. At some point, I was in close jungle, and at the intersection of two highways, I stopped to visit my alligators/crocodiles (I can't remember which they were anymore) which were kept in the triangle of the intersection of the roads, fenced to keep people out. For some reason, the animals liked me.
I'm not sure how this all ended; my dog woke me up - but I don't think I ever got caught, and overall, it was a very satisfying chase.
A brief aside, in all of my flying dreams, I have the most difficulty in going up. I sink slowly, and then I come to an obstacle and I have to fight tooth and nail to bring myself back up.
Anyway, flying the helicopter was rather Gary Paulsen describes flying the biplane in his books about Brian - even though I'm almost certain that flying a helicopter is nothing like flying an airplane. Somehow we got to a city (pretty sure it was Boston), and I was weaving through the buildings, trying to keep us from crashing. The helicopter kept sinking, and I would have to practically do battle with it to get it to pull up again - a couple of times we nearly crashed into a lower building because of it, but somehow I managed to keep us from dying.
Somehow, I managed to land - surprise! - at Wellesley. It didn't look anything like Wellesley... more like a blend of Wellesley and Haverford, I guess. I thought I was safe there, so I took my bike to the library (don't ask me why). While in the elevator, elevator music suddenly came on, which was my cue that I was still being chased - I took off through the library. At some point, I was in close jungle, and at the intersection of two highways, I stopped to visit my alligators/crocodiles (I can't remember which they were anymore) which were kept in the triangle of the intersection of the roads, fenced to keep people out. For some reason, the animals liked me.
I'm not sure how this all ended; my dog woke me up - but I don't think I ever got caught, and overall, it was a very satisfying chase.
Monday, June 30, 2008
The Meaning of Love
Something I've been wondering about for a while... what is love? What makes what you feel for someone love? What's 'true love', and when will/how can I find it? Also the fact that once you get married, people generally have a family... and then your life is wrapped up in your work and your children for the next however many years, until finally your children have families of their own, and you retire. Then you get to come back to your spouse and learn who they are now. What could that possibly feel like?
So, of course, my wonderful subconsciousness tried to help out - but I only remember a few fragments of this dream, the basis of which was this:
I fell in love with this guy, and then later found out that he was born a girl - but that didn't affect how I felt about him.
When I woke up, I felt a sense of relief that I am capable of loving someone for who they are without worrying about who they were.
So, of course, my wonderful subconsciousness tried to help out - but I only remember a few fragments of this dream, the basis of which was this:
I fell in love with this guy, and then later found out that he was born a girl - but that didn't affect how I felt about him.
When I woke up, I felt a sense of relief that I am capable of loving someone for who they are without worrying about who they were.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Exams and my Dogs
So, I haven't been updating this as religiously as I thought I would, but oh well. This one should make up for it:
First I dreamt that I was in my physics exam, and I found out that because things were going so slowly in the registrars office, if I did really poorly on my final I could still drop the class. Then I took the final, which, for some strange reason, was open notebook - which was AWESOME. I kept having to go places and come back though, so I feel like it took me a really long time. But it was fine.
I can't remember the exact order of things, but it would make sense for this bit to happen first:
Brendan and I found this awesome castle place, and we went inside, but it was all charred from a fire - caused by a fire-wielding person! So we went around cleaning it all, and we got to the outside of a tower and there was a tree, and our mom was in the tree, fighting some thing, and she set the tree on fire and burned it down, and Brendan and I helped take care of the thing she was fighting (we all could wield fire). Then we went back into the castle and showed her what we had been doing, and she helped.
Later, I guess my family lived in the castle, and our dogs were tethered outside (I don't know why) and all of these people kept driving by looking at them. I was looking out a bay window - I had a cap and a mask on for some reason - watching the people watching them. A silver limo drove up, stopped in front of the dogs, kept going, then someone in the car saw me watching and jumped out of the car and ran up to the dogs, unclipping them from their leads.
I bolted to go after them, and I ran outside to confront the man, who now had two goons standing next to him. He was still standing there with my dogs, and he goes "Choose." I was like YEAH RIGHT am I going to CHOOSE between my two dogs, who are you to tell me I have to choose?!?! But I noticed that I was standing on the edge of Luna's leash, which the man was holding, and I knew I could trust Lucky, so I picked Lucky - the man dropped both of the leashes, and let them go, and they both took off. Luna's leash got pulled out from under my foot, and I don't know why, but I just got so furious that I set the man's goons on fire. They weren't injured at all, but it scared them, and they brought the dogs back.
Then they promised to go back to carving pumpkins, which is what they had done before becoming the man's goons. I don't know what was up with the man. I think he just wanted to reveal my fire power. Or something.
Later, I was out with my family (we had to replace a doberman's tooth?? I have no idea why) and we drove by splash mountain, which we had all agreed we would go on soon. We were very excited.
Then someone came into my room, and I woke up.
First I dreamt that I was in my physics exam, and I found out that because things were going so slowly in the registrars office, if I did really poorly on my final I could still drop the class. Then I took the final, which, for some strange reason, was open notebook - which was AWESOME. I kept having to go places and come back though, so I feel like it took me a really long time. But it was fine.
I can't remember the exact order of things, but it would make sense for this bit to happen first:
Brendan and I found this awesome castle place, and we went inside, but it was all charred from a fire - caused by a fire-wielding person! So we went around cleaning it all, and we got to the outside of a tower and there was a tree, and our mom was in the tree, fighting some thing, and she set the tree on fire and burned it down, and Brendan and I helped take care of the thing she was fighting (we all could wield fire). Then we went back into the castle and showed her what we had been doing, and she helped.
Later, I guess my family lived in the castle, and our dogs were tethered outside (I don't know why) and all of these people kept driving by looking at them. I was looking out a bay window - I had a cap and a mask on for some reason - watching the people watching them. A silver limo drove up, stopped in front of the dogs, kept going, then someone in the car saw me watching and jumped out of the car and ran up to the dogs, unclipping them from their leads.
I bolted to go after them, and I ran outside to confront the man, who now had two goons standing next to him. He was still standing there with my dogs, and he goes "Choose." I was like YEAH RIGHT am I going to CHOOSE between my two dogs, who are you to tell me I have to choose?!?! But I noticed that I was standing on the edge of Luna's leash, which the man was holding, and I knew I could trust Lucky, so I picked Lucky - the man dropped both of the leashes, and let them go, and they both took off. Luna's leash got pulled out from under my foot, and I don't know why, but I just got so furious that I set the man's goons on fire. They weren't injured at all, but it scared them, and they brought the dogs back.
Then they promised to go back to carving pumpkins, which is what they had done before becoming the man's goons. I don't know what was up with the man. I think he just wanted to reveal my fire power. Or something.
Later, I was out with my family (we had to replace a doberman's tooth?? I have no idea why) and we drove by splash mountain, which we had all agreed we would go on soon. We were very excited.
Then someone came into my room, and I woke up.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Hermit Crabs without shells, and Spiders falling from the SKY
So, the other night my dream was this:
I was in a building with the last people in the world. I don't know what happened to everyone else, and I don't remember who the people left were. There weren't that many though, that's for sure. Suddenly, half of the building (or most of the building) collapsed, and I thought that everyone but me was dead. Then, people started appearing out of the rubble and gathering around me. There weren't that many, but still - SO much better than none. Then for some reason, there were all these hermit crabs without shells wandering around, and I wanted desperately to find them all shells so that they could have somewhere to live - but there weren't any shells in the building! I decided to go outside and have a look around out there for some shells... and just as I stepped outside, all of these HUGE black spiders with rubies for eyes came out of the sky (from spaceships, I think?) and then -
I stopped it.
I walked back inside, and apologized to everyone, because everything that had happened was my fault (I guess that means the essential annihilation of humanity, the shell-less hermit crabs, and the terrifying spiders from the sky). It was because I'd picked the wrong ending in one of those pick-your-own-ending books.
Yeah.
I was in a building with the last people in the world. I don't know what happened to everyone else, and I don't remember who the people left were. There weren't that many though, that's for sure. Suddenly, half of the building (or most of the building) collapsed, and I thought that everyone but me was dead. Then, people started appearing out of the rubble and gathering around me. There weren't that many, but still - SO much better than none. Then for some reason, there were all these hermit crabs without shells wandering around, and I wanted desperately to find them all shells so that they could have somewhere to live - but there weren't any shells in the building! I decided to go outside and have a look around out there for some shells... and just as I stepped outside, all of these HUGE black spiders with rubies for eyes came out of the sky (from spaceships, I think?) and then -
I stopped it.
I walked back inside, and apologized to everyone, because everything that had happened was my fault (I guess that means the essential annihilation of humanity, the shell-less hermit crabs, and the terrifying spiders from the sky). It was because I'd picked the wrong ending in one of those pick-your-own-ending books.
Yeah.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Africa?
Last night I had this bizarre dream about doing research in a swamp in Africa. At some point in it, I was just trying to find something to eat, something I could stand, and what I found was sort of like prehistoric corn - it was HUGE and the kernels looked kind of weird, and there were these peach-colored squishy sort of disk things poking up here and there along the length of the 'corn'. Eternally grateful to the man who brought it to me, I took a huge bite just as he said 'be sure to pull out the leeches. They're poisonous.' The leeches being those peachy things. I'd already eaten practically a whole mouthful, and I was panicking, but the guy was already gone (he had been on his way out the door when he said that). I ran into the kitchen, and my grandfather was standing there. When I told him what had happened, he told me to eat salt - that would kill the leeches before they could suck up my blood from within. We were then trying to find a can of salt, but there weren't any! All we could find were those little individual packages of salt.
Then my research partner walked in, and something happened, but I don't know what. The next thing I knew, it was several years previous to the first part of the dream. I think my research partner and I were leaving - we didn't have the money to keep up the research, and she had a kid she didn't want to raise in the swamp, so we walked to the catwalk that led out of the swamp, turned, looked back (the sun was setting - it was actually really gorgeous - not like a "swamp" that we think of here in new england... more like a vibrant, GREEN marshland almost, but tropical), then turned to leave, and her daughter was GONE. We could see ripples in the swamp, but it was dark and murky and we couldn't see the girl - We couldn't jump in without a flashlight (the only way I can think to describe the swamp is this: it was like an iced over pond. You don't just jump in after someone, you have to fish them out because you run the excellent risk of killing yourself otherwise) so, I ran back to the research station to find a flashlight, but I could only remember where the flashlights of the future WOULD be - but they weren't there yet. So, I couldn't find a flashlight, and I was freaking out because the daughter was going to die (if she wasn't dead yet), and I couldn't help my research partner when she really needed me to help her, and well, obviously I didn't want the girl to die! But I couldn't find a flashlight!!!! Then, three people walked in - my research partner, her daughter, and some random man. At first I thought that the man had jumped into the water, but it turned out the daughter had run away to some judge's house (idk why there was a judge living in the swamp) because she didn't want to leave the swamp.
I guess we stayed to continue research, because the first part of my dream took place in the future.
Odd, indeed. At least I've stopped dreaming about fiances/boyfriends/soulmates. That was getting obnoxious.
Then my research partner walked in, and something happened, but I don't know what. The next thing I knew, it was several years previous to the first part of the dream. I think my research partner and I were leaving - we didn't have the money to keep up the research, and she had a kid she didn't want to raise in the swamp, so we walked to the catwalk that led out of the swamp, turned, looked back (the sun was setting - it was actually really gorgeous - not like a "swamp" that we think of here in new england... more like a vibrant, GREEN marshland almost, but tropical), then turned to leave, and her daughter was GONE. We could see ripples in the swamp, but it was dark and murky and we couldn't see the girl - We couldn't jump in without a flashlight (the only way I can think to describe the swamp is this: it was like an iced over pond. You don't just jump in after someone, you have to fish them out because you run the excellent risk of killing yourself otherwise) so, I ran back to the research station to find a flashlight, but I could only remember where the flashlights of the future WOULD be - but they weren't there yet. So, I couldn't find a flashlight, and I was freaking out because the daughter was going to die (if she wasn't dead yet), and I couldn't help my research partner when she really needed me to help her, and well, obviously I didn't want the girl to die! But I couldn't find a flashlight!!!! Then, three people walked in - my research partner, her daughter, and some random man. At first I thought that the man had jumped into the water, but it turned out the daughter had run away to some judge's house (idk why there was a judge living in the swamp) because she didn't want to leave the swamp.
I guess we stayed to continue research, because the first part of my dream took place in the future.
Odd, indeed. At least I've stopped dreaming about fiances/boyfriends/soulmates. That was getting obnoxious.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Day Dream
Today while I was working on my pset, I put my head down and fell asleep.
I dreamt something short and uncomplicated, but when I woke up, all I remembered was this image of a woman kneeling, looking at photographs she had taken (I think she was a photographer) that were strewn around on the floor. On the top was something she had taken when she was young and passionate about her work. It had no borders (all of her recent photos were printed with white borders) and it was a photo of a few pages of poetry on a brick floor. It was gorgeous, and it said so much.
I think that I put it there, to remind her of who she had been, and who she still was underneath it all. The photograph and the reminder made her cry.
Then I woke up and went back to work.
I dreamt something short and uncomplicated, but when I woke up, all I remembered was this image of a woman kneeling, looking at photographs she had taken (I think she was a photographer) that were strewn around on the floor. On the top was something she had taken when she was young and passionate about her work. It had no borders (all of her recent photos were printed with white borders) and it was a photo of a few pages of poetry on a brick floor. It was gorgeous, and it said so much.
I think that I put it there, to remind her of who she had been, and who she still was underneath it all. The photograph and the reminder made her cry.
Then I woke up and went back to work.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Whale Dream
Last night I dreamt that I was on a raft in the middle of the ocean with someone (idk who, maybe more than one person) and a killer whale poked it's snout above the water, and blew out it's blow-hole, then dove and came up right under the raft - the people jumped off, and I'm a little fuzzy on this part, I don't know if it came out, then dove and came up again, or if this happened the first time, but what happened was this:
Somehow, I got caught up in the momentum of the whale, and I was lifted out of the water with it. I soared through the air, and then plunged back into the water with the whale.
Then we were all on shore, and the mafia (or some similar group) was giving us towels, and being a little threatening, then one of them told how they had seen me 'lifted' (that wasn't the word he used, but the word he used was one that I don't think exists in my vocabulary) with the whale, and they were all really impressed and didn't harass us anymore.
The end.
Haha. Sorry, I haven't been recording, I should really get on this. Lately I have either been not sleeping at all, or catching up on sleep such that I sleep like the dead. Anyway, I'll try to be more on top of things!
Somehow, I got caught up in the momentum of the whale, and I was lifted out of the water with it. I soared through the air, and then plunged back into the water with the whale.
Then we were all on shore, and the mafia (or some similar group) was giving us towels, and being a little threatening, then one of them told how they had seen me 'lifted' (that wasn't the word he used, but the word he used was one that I don't think exists in my vocabulary) with the whale, and they were all really impressed and didn't harass us anymore.
The end.
Haha. Sorry, I haven't been recording, I should really get on this. Lately I have either been not sleeping at all, or catching up on sleep such that I sleep like the dead. Anyway, I'll try to be more on top of things!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
4.25-4.26
So, last night/this morning I had a whole smorgasbord of dreams. (I've had dreams every night, but I haven't really gotten into the habit of writing all of my dreams down yet, so here we are).
Strangely, and uncomfortably, nearly all of my dreams lately have focused on a 'soul mate' or 'true love' or something along those lines... which is all well and good, I really don't mind, but, you know? C'mon brain, I know you can do better than that. Not to mention, all these guys who are so in love with me/I'm so in love with in my dreams don't actually exist in real life. Which is a little bit frustrating. Actually, it's really frustrating, so I'd like these dreams to stop.
Besides, even if there was someone who was in love with me, I'm not sure that I'm particularly mature enough in that aspect of my life/brain to accept it. i get very anxious about things like that. Who loves who more? (whom??) I described it to anita as an indefinite integral (I don't know why. I guess because that's what I was working on at the time): It's infinity over infinity, and it appears to be that way initially, but upon closer examination, you find out that it's really 0/infinity, or infinity/0. Even though that's somewhat acceptable in calculus, it isn't acceptable in love. So, that's what really bothers me, I guess. What if someone's love is actually approaching zero, and not infinity? How do you know if it isn't you? What do you do if it isn't?? How do you get over it?
Anyway. I suppose stuff like this is really for Panoptes.
My dream:
I think that I dreamt that I was basically Harry Potter, but I was myself. So I was a female Harry Potter. I think. And I was sitting on the very very very top of this playground (which was verrrrrrry high up) in the center of a city area I think with the half-conceived notion of killing myself. Maybe not, but I remember being really upset and sad in my dream, and looking to get as far away from everyone and everything as possible. Also, I think I was being chased, so I was hiding. Unfortunately, in my quest to get away, I found myself on the top of this playground with the ability to see EVERYTHING that was going on. And from my perch, I saw a Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasly combination getting in trouble for something, and I used some spell to have him tell a joke or something... I don't know why. I think that at the time, I didn't realize that I was doing a spell, I thought that I was just hearing what they were saying, rather than telling them what to say. At any rate, Draco/Ron (of whom I was not particularly a fan) walked off and wandered around, finally coming up the playground and sitting in the tube that I was sitting on top of.
Anyway, I guess we talked a bit and became friends. That's really all I remember of that, except that at some later point, I'm being chased (by death eaters?) and I hide in a basement somewhere.
Then the dream changes.
There's a man inside the basement, along with a bunch of other people, but this man is the most interesting. He's a hatter, and he's making a hat. It's a really large green hat, that looks like it came out of dr. seuss. I really like it. He tells me that it's a magic hat, and 'would I like to see his house?' which sounds really creepy but I promise wasn't - the house he was talking about was a doll house he was also making, and the way that I would see it was some magic involving the hat. So I said ok, and he had me put on some other hat, and then I could see the house - I wasn't actually there, it was a tiny astral projection of myself or something (heh) and through whatever movements he was making (like, if he took a step then my astral projection could take a step) I got to see this house. Which was haunted. Hehe. But I think I decided that it wasn't really haunted - the man's daughter had invented the ghost, so I took a piece of paper (Don't know how I could touch it) and wrote a note. Then someone was knocking on the door of this doll house that I was exploring, and when I went to open it, I was in this house community and some other guy was there welcoming me to the neighborhood.
It was really strange.
I also dreamt that I turned on my iphone, and it worked, but I've been dreaming that for a few days.
Anyway, that's all for now. I don't know what exactly I dreamt about love, but I know that I dreamt about it. You know that warm fuzzy feeling you wake up with, that sort of melts and turns cold when you realize it was all a dream? Yeah.
Strangely, and uncomfortably, nearly all of my dreams lately have focused on a 'soul mate' or 'true love' or something along those lines... which is all well and good, I really don't mind, but, you know? C'mon brain, I know you can do better than that. Not to mention, all these guys who are so in love with me/I'm so in love with in my dreams don't actually exist in real life. Which is a little bit frustrating. Actually, it's really frustrating, so I'd like these dreams to stop.
Besides, even if there was someone who was in love with me, I'm not sure that I'm particularly mature enough in that aspect of my life/brain to accept it. i get very anxious about things like that. Who loves who more? (whom??) I described it to anita as an indefinite integral (I don't know why. I guess because that's what I was working on at the time): It's infinity over infinity, and it appears to be that way initially, but upon closer examination, you find out that it's really 0/infinity, or infinity/0. Even though that's somewhat acceptable in calculus, it isn't acceptable in love. So, that's what really bothers me, I guess. What if someone's love is actually approaching zero, and not infinity? How do you know if it isn't you? What do you do if it isn't?? How do you get over it?
Anyway. I suppose stuff like this is really for Panoptes.
My dream:
I think that I dreamt that I was basically Harry Potter, but I was myself. So I was a female Harry Potter. I think. And I was sitting on the very very very top of this playground (which was verrrrrrry high up) in the center of a city area I think with the half-conceived notion of killing myself. Maybe not, but I remember being really upset and sad in my dream, and looking to get as far away from everyone and everything as possible. Also, I think I was being chased, so I was hiding. Unfortunately, in my quest to get away, I found myself on the top of this playground with the ability to see EVERYTHING that was going on. And from my perch, I saw a Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasly combination getting in trouble for something, and I used some spell to have him tell a joke or something... I don't know why. I think that at the time, I didn't realize that I was doing a spell, I thought that I was just hearing what they were saying, rather than telling them what to say. At any rate, Draco/Ron (of whom I was not particularly a fan) walked off and wandered around, finally coming up the playground and sitting in the tube that I was sitting on top of.
Anyway, I guess we talked a bit and became friends. That's really all I remember of that, except that at some later point, I'm being chased (by death eaters?) and I hide in a basement somewhere.
Then the dream changes.
There's a man inside the basement, along with a bunch of other people, but this man is the most interesting. He's a hatter, and he's making a hat. It's a really large green hat, that looks like it came out of dr. seuss. I really like it. He tells me that it's a magic hat, and 'would I like to see his house?' which sounds really creepy but I promise wasn't - the house he was talking about was a doll house he was also making, and the way that I would see it was some magic involving the hat. So I said ok, and he had me put on some other hat, and then I could see the house - I wasn't actually there, it was a tiny astral projection of myself or something (heh) and through whatever movements he was making (like, if he took a step then my astral projection could take a step) I got to see this house. Which was haunted. Hehe. But I think I decided that it wasn't really haunted - the man's daughter had invented the ghost, so I took a piece of paper (Don't know how I could touch it) and wrote a note. Then someone was knocking on the door of this doll house that I was exploring, and when I went to open it, I was in this house community and some other guy was there welcoming me to the neighborhood.
It was really strange.
I also dreamt that I turned on my iphone, and it worked, but I've been dreaming that for a few days.
Anyway, that's all for now. I don't know what exactly I dreamt about love, but I know that I dreamt about it. You know that warm fuzzy feeling you wake up with, that sort of melts and turns cold when you realize it was all a dream? Yeah.
Friday, March 21, 2008
No time like the present
I could, theoretically, dredge up every dream diary that I've ever had and type them up and put them here. Maybe one day, I will compile all of my dreams, just for my own amusement. In the meantime, I'd like to make a note of a few of the dreams I've had in the last couple of days, because there has been a definite theme of relationship-wanting.
First there was a soul-mate (one of those epic dreams; when I get back to school I suppose I could post it; I wrote it down on some scrap paper up there).
Then there was a fiance whose mother hated me (short, somewhat complex series of events).
Last night, I tangoed in the Sahara. This dream didn't have a focus on the guy though - in fact, I don't even think that I was particularly attached to him, but he was teaching me how to tango. Tangoing me, really... what I remember is this: I'm wearing a gorgeous red dress (obviously, I mean, come on! It's the TANGO) and he was twirling me - the best way I can think of to describe/explain this is like when you twirl a towel and then snap it at someone. I was the towel. But in a really good way! As odd as that sounds. Then there were those long dramatic steps (no roses, interestingly) and then he told me that it was my cue to say something (I can't remember what) and then he sort of spun me and I kind of flew, and then landed in the sand, which was incredibly soft. Kiiiiind of like my bed. Heh.
And then I woke up. The end.
First there was a soul-mate (one of those epic dreams; when I get back to school I suppose I could post it; I wrote it down on some scrap paper up there).
Then there was a fiance whose mother hated me (short, somewhat complex series of events).
Last night, I tangoed in the Sahara. This dream didn't have a focus on the guy though - in fact, I don't even think that I was particularly attached to him, but he was teaching me how to tango. Tangoing me, really... what I remember is this: I'm wearing a gorgeous red dress (obviously, I mean, come on! It's the TANGO) and he was twirling me - the best way I can think of to describe/explain this is like when you twirl a towel and then snap it at someone. I was the towel. But in a really good way! As odd as that sounds. Then there were those long dramatic steps (no roses, interestingly) and then he told me that it was my cue to say something (I can't remember what) and then he sort of spun me and I kind of flew, and then landed in the sand, which was incredibly soft. Kiiiiind of like my bed. Heh.
And then I woke up. The end.
"If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more - to dream all the time." -Proust
I dream almost every night.
Sometimes my dreams are realistic, sometimes they are not.
Sometimes I dream epic quests, sometimes I dream fragments, sometimes I dream moments.
Sometimes I have nightmares.
This is a place where I hope to record my dreams, in all their often incredibly bizarre glory.
Sometimes my dreams are realistic, sometimes they are not.
Sometimes I dream epic quests, sometimes I dream fragments, sometimes I dream moments.
Sometimes I have nightmares.
This is a place where I hope to record my dreams, in all their often incredibly bizarre glory.
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