Wicked Hotdog?

I had a dream last night that I can't even begin to understand. I was auditioning for an acting part. I don't know what it was. All I know is that I was dressed up as a giant hot-dog and told to sing Chris Isaac's "Wicked Game". I sang it beautifully, and made it to the final three. The other two contestants were women and between auditions we took advantage of the coed showers with a tape deck playing "Wicked Game". That was all well and good. :)

We all got a little nervous when the director decided that he wanted to have a five year old dress up as a mustard bottle and "mustard us" while we were lying on our backs singing. We decided to try the audition on our backs -- without the mustard -- and then hit the showers again once we had all run through the song. My dream ended there.

I'm glad it did end. I'm not sure I ever want to wake up because I'm vomiting. 

I have no idea what this dream means. None. Normally my dreams have some reflection of the previous day or things I'm thinking about. Not so last night. Oh, and the women, child, and director were all strangers to me. Bizarre, yes?

Figure only in the Dream

I had guests in for an event and I gave up my room to stay at my mother's house. I'm not sure if that is the reason, or if it was talking about the remodelling with another friend I invited to stay there, but I dreamt of my father. It was a beautiful thing to feel close to him even if it was only while I slept.

I've never really felt the beauty of dreaming about lost loved ones before. Most often I find myself feeling an abiding sorrow and anguish over my loss. I'm not saying that this hasn't been a hard thing to feel but it has also been a beautiful thing.

I'm not sure that I believe that lost loved ones try to communicate with us in our dreams, but I do trust that they will be with us always -- in one form or another.

I dream of color and it burns....

I am walking down a country lane when a blob of blue goop smucks up onto the gravel and bobs at me ... as I continue past it unsure of what to make of such a sight, it launches at my arm, makes a weird sucking noise on my skin, and my arm starts to turn blue and heavy and the color begins to bleed up into my torso... and before I can flail or react (because the sensation of being forced to absorb this weird substance BURNS), similar blobs of yellow, pink, green, and orange come smacking up the lane from different directions out of the woods and bushes and from behind a rock and they all launch themselves at me too. I woke up with a start, seeing all of the colors pushing and pulling at one another in front of my eyes like a war of color. Weird.

Flossing...?

I had a dream last night about flossing my teeth. Apparently I need to focus more flossing to the back of my mouth. That was the whole of it. Just flossing. What an inane dream.

The boy I never had

I had a dream last night that has left me rather sad.

I was in a house and my Uncle and Aunt from the States were up visiting. My uncle was playing with a boy barely old enough to walk. The boy was toddling around the house and my Uncle was engaging him. As I came into the house, someone commented to me that I had a very charming son and that I must be proud. I was overcome by surprise because I didn't realize that I had a son. As soon as I picked him up, though, I knew that he was mine. There was a great series of activities with the two of us and sometimes my Uncle. As the dream progressed my Uncle became more and more aggressive about the boy's attention. Finally I realized that my Uncle was trying to steal away the boy's affection from me. I tried to fight back to keep my son. Somewhere around there is when the dream ended.

I miss my son. I know it's crazy but I have this feeling of loss. I've always thought that I'd be happy with children if I found the right woman. I still think that. I also used to think that I'd be happy if I never had any children. Now I'm thinking that while I might be happy, I might not be as happy as if I were to have a child. And before anyone says anything, no, I'm not going to get anyone with child just for the sake of it. That would be dumb.

Then again, it's all a dream. Dreams may mirror parts of reality, the conscious, and the subconscious, but they are none of those things. I know this. I also know that I'm sad today.

I had a dream last night

I had another one of my amazingly convoluted dreams last night. It's been a while and so it was a welcome change of pace. I don't remember all of it but it was in three parts.

The first section had me as an incredibly powerful superhero who was, along with many other superheroes, part of a reality television show. Turns out that I was also a concert pianist -- self taught!

The second section switched to the dark streets and alleys were I was able to observe the power struggles of a local neighbourhood and the gangs/groups therein. It was fairly mundane except that sunglasses determined status in the groups. Then I got a twist as it turns out that one of the guys found out he had the ability to get more power by dissolving his family in water and then drinking them. He was in the process of hunting them down (to store them all in water and drink them all in a single sitting and thus rocket to the heights of power unopposed) when I realized that my tongue piercing was broken and I was in danger of swallowing the jewelry. I high-tailed it to the local grocery store/piercing show to get it fixed. Twice. Apparently I had a very agile and strong tongue which did not like to be pierced.

The final section of my dream was me cuddling with a woman. Awesome, yes? No. Turns out that mid-way through cuddling she tells me she is moving back to the city but she's engaged. I found this very strange as I hadn't seen the woman in question in many years, so why the cozy if not to... well, you know.

Now, some of this I can explain, like the part about my piercing coming apart repeatedly. I did just remove all the metal from my body. The other stuff though.... I've never played piano in my life and while it'd be nice to know how, it's not a driving goal of mine. The woman is a real woman whom I haven't seen or heard from in years. I've barely thought about her in years. I don't get it.

Being Venus is pretty cold business.

I dreamt that I was Venus in the famous painting "Birth of Venus" by Botticelli. The Zephyrs are forcing me towards the shore with the powers of wind, but it is so much colder than the picture shows. Spiritual passion, I as Venus am discovering, is not warm enough for my tastes. My body is covered in goosebumps and the serene expression is pasted on in an effort not to lose my dignity in front of the human eye that paints me. And on the shore where the gaze comes from is a huge awkward class of second year painting students, who are trying to get over their fear of seeing this event as their prof yells at them not to avoid drawing my breasts (New artists to life drawing often accidentally avoid such things until the very end and then their creations look ghastly with "stuck on" breasts or genitals. Sort of like someone pinned the tail on the donkey; very unlikely to look "right".).
The goddess of seasons isn't so much offering me the flowered cloak as she is holding it away from me with a sour expression on her face. Her expression and body language say, "YOu BITCH! I was the hot chick around here and now I'm going to have to share with you AND all of my sisters." I woke up this morning with my blanket on the floor shivering cold. I am still peeved at the Horae for being such a cunt.