I dreamt that an acquaintance won 50 million dollars and I asked him if I could be his secretary. All I wanted was a reasonable wage so I could pay off some debt and an hour each day to read web comics at my desk without guilt. I started dressing more professionally, was more relaxed and ended up living a long happy life. Can you tell what is in my brain lately?
I had gone to California to visit TUO and R:tAG and they had a different house. Their fridge was more like a weird chimney food storage system. You could open up the fridge and that was normal, but then you could open up the wall behind the fridge and there was a whole stockpile of other food in it. It was sort of like a cold room built in to the wall.
TUO had a lizard. A really small salamander and it lived in the same terrarium that she used to have for her huge lizard. She pulled out the lizard to show me and let me play with it, and while I was looking at it, it started to turn red. Then it started developing little yellow pocks all over it in a very even pattern. It looked sort of like a strawberry, so I said so.
"Yes," TUO said. "I decided I wanted it to look like a strawberry so that's all I feed it. It took a while, but now it looks pretty cool."
This seemed pretty reasonable.
Other random weirdness: I think they might have been living in a basement suite because all of the windows were really high up on the wall.
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?
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 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.
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.
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.
