Friday, January 9, 2009

Another planet dream--from an IM convo

i was on a bus with a group of other people, and we were in the mountains
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it looked a lot like the santa cruz mountains. We were going downhill, out of the mountains, going somewhere, but I'm not sure all of us knew where.
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The ride started getting realy bumpy, and I was having a hard time holding on and staying in my seat. I think we even went upsidedown for awhile.
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Then we got down to a flat plain, and we were flying above it, hanging from what ever vehicle was taking us whereever we were going
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and our feet were dangling down, and it was like we were flying over Africa...there were lots of groups of black people that were dressed really poorly and they looked sick
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then i start getting annoyed cause there are a bunch of brown birds with pointy beaks that start folloowing us.
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they were about the length of my arm and didn't have wings, and looked a bit like feathered flying worms
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and they followed literally at our heels, pecking.
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I think I was the only one to kick one of the birds, nobody else wanted to
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(i'm only about halfway done hahaha)
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and it was SUPER lightweight, but kicking it did nothing, it came right back and started pecking again
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then we got to a place with long grass...brown and also that brand new green...bright green....and trees
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and there was a gate, the kind you see on farms. Metal, about 6 feet across...
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and so it was cracked open and we decided we needed to go through it
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we're walking around, and not being terribly cautious
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and all of a sudden I look up, and see that half of the group had gone FAR ahead, and then a metal cage pops around them....CAPTURED!
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the few of us left regroup and try to figure out what to do.
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There was me, my sister, a wizard, my friend Mitch, and...a prince and a little girl.
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(the prince being about my age)
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so we try to find a safe place to organize ourselves, but realize that whoever captured the rest of the group is onto us and will be coming shortly to collect the rest of us
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so then we're trying to find a place to meet seriously, and we walk into a like enclosure with cages.....and about six Lions in the cages
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me and the little girl find it, and then the prince and wizard tell us to get out
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so we do
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and we find another hut
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and we start to figure things out...try to plan ahead, collect ropes and such
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and then I turn to mitch and i'm like...mitch...we need to get out of here in case THEY come. We need to split the group
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so that we still have a chance
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so then
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(this could be a novel i swear)
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THEN
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he and I leave. I remember he had a jumprope and his pocket knife, and I had a little snack, a turquoise bandana, and thats al I can remember
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we go towards where the others were captured, and see that they were captured by not paying attention...there was a beautiful view...because the place went right up to the edge of a cliff, that had an electric "HIGH VOLTAGE" fence around it.
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so we go up to the small portion of the fence that isnt high voltage
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and we look over....and I am like....so mitch....can you fly on command in your dreams?
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and he is like...no, I only can fly after I see somebody else fly...and even then its usually in ANOTHER dream
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so I was like...well shit he's going to get left here, I can't carry him all the way to the bottom
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and then we see the sign....a hand written one, something about virgins....I don't think it was very pleasany
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pleasant
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and then THEY start closing in on us, so I tell mitch good luck with the jumprope, and I climb over the chainlinks, and my phone falls out. I think OH SHIT. no way to contct ANYONE now.
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and Its getting dark, so I leap off, fly down towards ANYTHING
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and I land near what I assume is a small living area
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mostly because i can't conceive of anybody HERE driving anything
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so
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I climb in, I turn whatever it is on, but then decide I should turn it off if i dont want to get caught
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then I take out my turquoise handkercheif thing and it turns into a blanket. Good.
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When I wake up, I realise I'm in some sort of car
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and I need to turn it on and get movingcause theres people behind me
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so then I turn it on, but can't figure out how to drive cause theres no wheel
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so I try leaning, I try thinking the directions....with little success
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and then I notice above my head, some sort of fold down eye thing
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so i fold it down and try to look through it, but see nothing. I have to adjust the sights. So I adjust it, I can finally see
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and I am arriving at a palace
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it starts to rain, and when I stop at the front steps, the rain stops and turns to little frozen bits, and falls immediately, all at once, as if it were marbles
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and I get out of the car, and walk up the steps. A woman rushes over to me, takes me into her rooms and puts me in pretty old fashioned clothes and then puts make up on my face.
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I get lots of eyeliner, with designs at the corners of the eyes
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and an eye of ra drawn on my neck
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on the left side
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I had long hair(I always do in dreams)
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and so then I want to know what has become of the people that were on the loose
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and I am brought before the king, a prince and a wizard
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they arent MY prince and wizard
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but then they show up too
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and then we go looking for my phone
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I had missed calls.
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haha
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and then I remember something about my prince and wizard getting betrothed to women from where ever the hell we were. Found out that my prince was the one who wrote the virgin sign..whatever it said
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then there was something about me marrying this strange prince
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from this other land
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and i was fine with it for some odd reason...
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the very end I was looking for something all over the place, and I couldnt find it
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and I was wearing a shirt and my underwear
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and i walk thru a room with the prince I'm gonna marry, the other prince, the little girl, the two wizards and the king
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and i'm distraught cause I can't find whatever it is
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and the guy I'm supposed to marry tosses me a box of coins and says "Here, this might cheer you up"
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so i am like ooo cool coins
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oh wait
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i can't use these anywhere but here
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and we can't stay here,
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we have to go back to the real world
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and then I open the box...which was round and shallow....and then i look at the coins
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and he's like....wel mostly theyre from here
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but there are a few quarters in there

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Dreaming of strange places and things again

There was no beginning. I wanted to go to my grandmother in Arizona for a visit(which I will be doing in a week or so in reality) But first, my family and I were going to my grandparents in the mountains near our home. My dad was going to make Japeno(spelling? Its a shellfish soup with tomato...) which I do not like much. We went, and he was making it, and I asked him if had remembered to buy mussels because I really wanted to try making mussels with a cream sauce. He said yes, he had. We opened the box, and they smelled terrible, so he told me I should cut up some pieces of this red meat and put them in there to absorb the smell. (?!?!?!)

I then turned and decided to go to the pool with my sister. I figured this would be more interesting. At my grandparents, we don't have a pool, we have a dammed up creek. But in the dream there was a pool. The bottom was rocky, like a creek, but it was in the ground, in a defined space. I was there with my younger sister, and other people started showing up. Notably my friend Catie, who was swimming around in the pool like a little frog. I wasn't swimming, just watching my sister and Catie, because I was confused as to how she got to my grandparents from Buffalo, NY.

I kept looking out into the distance, and I could see the ocean from the pool. Which is very odd. My grandparents definitely do not live near the ocean. They live further than I do, and I live at least 45 minutes from any beach. When I would look back at the pool, the water level would go down every time...

My sister decided she wanted to go do a tennis lesson, but since it was raining(which it hadn't been while we were at the pool...) the lesson was to be held indoors. She and many other girls of various ages were lined up inside, and they were just doing drills because they couldn't actually play. I saw a cabinet on the far side, that intrigued me. I went over to it, around all the girls, around the perimeter of the room(a gym?) and got to the cabinet. It had a lot of drawers, and upon opening them, I found snacks with labels that said things like "enjoy!" with smiley faces. In one drawer there was coffee, but if you didn't pull out the drawer underneath the coffee drawer...coffee would spill everywhere. The drawer underneath had a cup in it. I spilled coffee everywhere the first time I opened the drawer.

Then My sister and I were back at the pool. There was no water left at all. On the far side of the pool there was a bookcase with antiques in it. My mom was going through them, looking to see if there was anything worth keeping in it. The first thing I noticed was a pair of doeskin moccasins that were ankle-highs. I loved them, they were still soft...but they were TINY, for someone with very small feet, and my mom had to talk me out of keeping them. Then there were old photographs and china and many other things.

The last thing I remember was walking on the beach, ahead of two people holding hands. I was walking with some sort of walking stick, digging at things in the sand, and the people behind me were with me, but I was distracting myself from them...

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Bad Monkey's

I read a book yesterday. Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff.
I highly recommend it.
It actually made me wonder if there was such an organization as the one that fights evil in the novel.

I imagine it to be the kind of thing that everyone knows about. Everyone learns about it eventually. Much like we all learn about how people are set to destroy others...war, molesters, rape, murder, burglary, etc....or how we all learn what sex is.....

It's something like that.

So maybe, someday, someone will come for me, and tell me I could hunt down evil people for them, and shoot them with a Natural Causes gun, and put them out of their misery. And maybe there is such thing as the Troop, and maybe Bad Monkeys really are recruited to do evil in the world and are part of a greater plan.

Read it.

Dreams about lions and races and games

I'm in a tall building. There is some sort of event going on for children in particular, but adults are welcome. We are supposed to go to the sixth floor. A lot of people are taking the elevator...So we decide to take the stairs. This was mostly my decision. I say "we," but I don't know who was with me. We get up to about floor 4, and the stairwell seems cramped...the space between floors is shorter, I have to crawl up the stairs. The friend I am with, whoever that is, starts climbing up a rope that's hanging from the next floor. Everything is painted black, and the outlines are painted in some neon color that glows. The corners, the outines....

We get up to the sixth floor, and there are a lot of people all around. A lot of young people. I climb over a little hill in the dark, and suddenly, I was sitting at the dam at my grandparents--we have a small creek that we dam up every year, and below the little dam, there is a "beach" of small rocks. I was sitting here, and I was drawing. When I draw, I tend to start with the eye. Maybe that's because of art lessons in school when I was little. I think I had a few teachers tell us to always start with the eyes. I was drawing a tiger, or trying to. Except then the drawing started to turn into the real thing before me as I drew. But the coloring wasn't right, and then he and I decided he was a Lion instead. I finished one eye, one half of his face, and then part of a mane....and then he got up and started walking around, scaring the other people in the room...because somehow the dam was in the room.

Then I got up to follow him and see what he was doing.

Next I remember, I was running a race. I hate running. I've covered that in this blog, but I'll say it again. I hate running. I was running this race. It was me and a big fat guy against a family of Hispanics. He was counting on me to win, because he was far behind the rest of us. I was near the front, most of the race was between me and their oldest son, who couldn't have been as old as I even. We would catch up to one another, grab onto the other persons arm and hold on for dear life to keep up...and when one person would tire out, the other would do the same....

Eventually their son got stuck somewhere. I don't remember where. We were running through all sorts of terrain as well as houses and stores. I ended up near the end racing with the wife. I got the feeling we were close in age...we got along really well, spoke for the last portion of the race, her beautiful spanish accent grabbing my attention. We were running past a lot of luxurious shops with cashmere sweaters and scarves, storefronts with leather gloves and diamond earrings and pretty paintings. There also were a few cliffs we ran right next to...there was jewelry laid out on the edge, and we were trying to not step on the pretty jewelry, not slip into the sea.....

We got down to the point where we had only to go past her husbands office and then we would be at the end of the race, so we stopped talking and put effort into running again. She ran around the building, but I was already inside, and I realized that maybe they had locked the door on the inside so I wouldn't be able to run out the backdoor to the finishline. I had the thought, but then I got to the door, and it opened, and I ran out the back, onto the sand, and hopped up on the rock where we were supposed to finish. There were six men in diving suits standing with their arms in the air, fingers interlaced, forming a bridge.

They all yelled and hollered for the victory....

Friday, January 2, 2009

Odd dream from the land of magic...

I was in a strange world that resembled my own...
In fact I think that it was my world, but it had a double that followed it closely, and when I wasn't careful, I got sucked into the other universe that had witches and dancing animals and strange courtships and young men that sleep for years at a time, under a spell from a sorceress.

I have been here before, and it's not just the similarities of the physical world that make me think this.

I am living in the sorceress's house. It is old, very old. Made of stone, thatched roof. It seems it has grown larger since I have been away. She is old and a bit fat, but wouldn't like me telling you that. She often in absent, though her presence is felt, and she seems to turn up at all the moments I wish she wouldn't.

This particular adventure was in late summer most probably, as much of the grass was a dry brittle beige-brown, and I was out hiking, trying to reconnect with high school friends home on vacation, and friends from other countries that I now have not seen in many many months.

My brother and some of his friends, and my sister and some of hers have gone out paint-balling. I believe they are staying at the cabin, at my grandparents in the woods, in the mountains. I see them come in and out of here.

I leave one building and I no longer am in the same universe. I seem to walk out of one building in my life, and hop into a world where I can pick the building and universe I wish to go to. All the buildings are on sand dunes. There are a lot of sea grasses growing, and we can't see the sand very well, but it covers the ground.

I see some of my friends in this place, in the place between universes, in the place between homes and work and schools and lives. They are all sitting around here in this place having fun...but I see them in the distance, not near to me, and they have their own in-betweens. They have forests or rivers or oceans or deserts.

My friend Catie, a bubbly sprite from upstate New York that became a good friend after I met her in France last year, is near me in the sand. She knows where we are, but I am lost. She tries to connect this place to reality for me, but I can't make it the same way she has. We try climbing a hill, and I can't make it up because I keep slipping in the sand. We try over and over and over. Then I go back down to the buildings and tell her I'll find her later.

I find the witches building. I need to go back there because it is my beginning, it is my base, but I want nothing more than to avoid her. I go in, go past the traps she has set in the past to keep people out. I remember in the dream how much trouble I used to have getting in. I get to yet another foyer and see the bed. It is not my bed, but it is THE bed.

There is a young man on it, he appears to be either dead, or in a very deep sleep. I look down and realize my backpacks are gone. I was going to be going somewhere with a friend...I can't remember what...we were supposed to do something together...maybe a group of people. But I can't find my backpacks.

I decide to go back out and look. I start walking around outside, and I walk into other people's inbetween-universes looking for my backpacks. I can't remember where I've been or who I've seen or where I might have left them. I see someone from high school. A "Band Nerd" who was always very nice, but I never got to know him very well...(I have nothing against band nerds, my adorable goofy little sister is one of them, and she is probably one of my best friends EVER)
I called out to him, but he didn't hear me, and I saw that he was wearing headphones, so I called louder, "MARK!"

He turned around, "What are you doing here?"
I look around. We're in the forest, near the entrance to a natural state park. I say..."I'm looking for my backpacks, but I don't remember exactly where I left them. I don't want to walk around alone in the forest looking."
He looks hesitant, so I add,"please come with me, it won't take very long..."
He agrees.

We start walking down the road. I get ahead very easily. When I'm far enough ahead that he can not see me hover around corners instead of walk, I do it. I stop and wait occasionnally for him to catch up, but I am getting really nervous about not finding my backpacks. It's getting dark, and its starting to rain. I convince Mark we need to jog a bit. We stay on the road, because I don't recognize anything. We get nearer and nearer the entrance, and I start to see things I recognize, but from another point in time. I know my backpacks aren't here, but I want to go in and see what is pulling at me.

He follows me from afar, and eventually I ditch him. There are people walking around, hitching horses to buggies and working in wooden buildings and wearing oldfashioned clothing. I start poking around, using the excuse that I'm looking for my bags when anybody asks.

I keep walking in the same direction through this little town or village, however we ought to say it. Near the end, there is a front stoop that is undeniably the witches. I go in. It's raining, it's getting darker and darker.

I go through the same obstacles again. I get to the room before the bed. My bags are on the floor. I sigh a sigh of relief. There are other peoples things as well. The sorceress has other guests I suppose. I am a bit jealous, as I thought I was the only one she took under her wing. I take my two backpacks, one yellow, one black, into the next room. The room with the bed, with the boy. I look at him, rearrange the sheets. I turn to my backpacks, and start to rummage around, when I hear the boy turning in his sheets..."Have you heard the rumour that she wants to have you kidnapped so you will stay here? The advertising and the money on you would be spectacular."

I turn back. "OH..." I can't remember his name. This bothers me. I should know it. I recognize him, I've had these sorts of conversations with him before. He is asleep when I enter, but from time to time, he speaks to me. "...Fry" he says, reminding me of his name. I look at his toe, it has a tag tied to it. "Fry, aged 14, died 1904"

He reminds me of what he just said, "She MIGHT want to kidnap you to keep you here forever." I give Fry a hug..."it's been a long time Fry..." I turn and start rearranging my bags. I take things out of my suitcase and start looking through my backpacks. I know I can only take one backpack, though I have two plus a suitcase. I take out all my socks. Some of them have holes, about half of them are dirty, and there are many I haven't bothered to take out of their packaging. I got them on clearance somewhere, because there are still red tags on the paper and plastic...3.89...2.99...1.85....

I stack the socks while thinking about how I am possibly going to get all my new clothes and things into my backpack and take them with me.

I turn to take more things out...
and there she is.

"Oh Fry," she sighs, "you know you shouldn't do things like that. If I wanted her to stay here, I would already have done something to restrain her. She has been here so many times before. And Fry...don't forget...even if she flees, you cannot go with her, no matter how in love with her you are. If you court her, if you leave this bed, you will explode into a thousand million grains of sand. I'll plant my cactuses in you."

Fry's expression doesn't change. He knows all this.

I've stopped trying to pack.

I follow her out a different door, into her garden, calling her mistress and Lady-mother, and asking her what Fry could have meant, and did she want me to stay...

She snapped at me and told me to stop following her.

The snake wrapped around her arms slips off and slithers into the garden.

I feel very small.

I leave.