Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
a bit sketchy
I was going through some of my old sketch books and my work from an art class. There are only three faces that I found. All the rest of the sketches are missing just the faces. Occasionally I left out the hands too, but usually they are drawn in very strategically. The faces are just obviously missing. The three that I did attempt to sketch are a) required for the class project to be considered complete, and b) one time I was feeling overly ambitious. At first I was thinking there was a link between myself being faceless in my dreams and the sketches (one of my BFF's probably doing the same thing and bringing a lot more educational information on the topic to the table)... Then I realized, maybe it's really the simple answer that's the right one. Faces are hard to draw.
Dream: the one where i can only see the side of my face (don't ask me to make sense of this one)
Last night I dreamed:
I was minding my own business, living in an old two-story farm house out in a sage covered desert, when I was pressed into service being undercover in a local women's detention/community service facility. Exactly. CONFUSING. Apparently it was just up the road from my place. As part of the agreement, they'd sneak in my degree and graduation picture I was expecting from completing my masters, as I would miss the graduation ceremony.
Time jumps forward, I've been there a while, but haven't found whoever/whatever I was sent there for. However, I have become good friends with a small group and am struggling with guilt at not being who they think I am. There's some sort of event for the whole facility and we all are dressing up, doing hair and make-up. My graduation picture arrives with my degree and I notice that they've put me into the picture just like the picture from my BA, the only difference is the color is royal blue rather than back of my first cap and gown. In both pictures, it's a side shot, close up portrait style showing my left side.
The pictures seem natural to me at the time, but then I go to put on some lipstick (a shimmery cinnamon that I had in RL when I was seventeen) and something is wrong with the mirror. I can only see the right side of my face and can't move myself to looking straight forward at the mirror. I try to look up at my eyes and the mirror is foggy there. Then I see the door opening behind me to the left and I realize I've left the pictures and documents out on my chair and I wake up.
Dream over.
I was minding my own business, living in an old two-story farm house out in a sage covered desert, when I was pressed into service being undercover in a local women's detention/community service facility. Exactly. CONFUSING. Apparently it was just up the road from my place. As part of the agreement, they'd sneak in my degree and graduation picture I was expecting from completing my masters, as I would miss the graduation ceremony.
Time jumps forward, I've been there a while, but haven't found whoever/whatever I was sent there for. However, I have become good friends with a small group and am struggling with guilt at not being who they think I am. There's some sort of event for the whole facility and we all are dressing up, doing hair and make-up. My graduation picture arrives with my degree and I notice that they've put me into the picture just like the picture from my BA, the only difference is the color is royal blue rather than back of my first cap and gown. In both pictures, it's a side shot, close up portrait style showing my left side.
The pictures seem natural to me at the time, but then I go to put on some lipstick (a shimmery cinnamon that I had in RL when I was seventeen) and something is wrong with the mirror. I can only see the right side of my face and can't move myself to looking straight forward at the mirror. I try to look up at my eyes and the mirror is foggy there. Then I see the door opening behind me to the left and I realize I've left the pictures and documents out on my chair and I wake up.
Dream over.
disclaimer: this was writen while listening to Damien Rice's "The Blower's Daugher"
Last night I dreamed an odd dream (what's new there?) but through out the dream I was looking for something to drink. I was going through cupboards looking for coffee. I drank cranberry juice, went to the fridge to get some orange pineapple juice, was handed a glass of water, and saw someone making a pitcher (yes, plastic pitcher) of dark coffee with a layer of creamer on top. When it was poured, it gave up just the right amount of coffee and creamer and combined itself. Somewhere in there I realized that choosing to never drink anything would be a slow, painful way to die. I woke up.
My son got out of his pj's this morning. They were a sleeper that I had removed the feet from and cut a little v in the back of the collar so I could put them on him backwards - he'd still be comfy but wouldn't be able to take them off. Ha. Ha. Turns out the little v in the collar was just enough room for him to Houdini out of them and well... we've seen this mess before.
After he had a bath and was settled in the high chair with his breakfast, my (WONDERFUL) hubby cleaned up the crib while I took a shower. Somehow it wasn't as refreshing as I thought it would be, my coffee wasn't as good as I'd been craving in my dream, and my daughter was a grouch when I came back out. Never mind that, I should be in a good mood, or at least not a total grouch, so I got the kids settled, tidied up a bit and then started catching stuff up on the computer.
I'm a product of my noisy, technologically advanced society. I can hardly stand quiet. I love music. I had to have some tunes even if my kiddos were ensuring the house would in no uncertain terms be too quiet. Pandora Internet Radio? Me love it long time. I tuned in and it read my mind. I know that that's not one of the Pandora's creators claims. Yet somehow it read my mind, my mood, and started playing Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter.... then David Grey, Other Side... then Coldplay, Fix You....
While I'm writing my mind is wandering back to things I usually avoid meditating on. My current thought is that one can learn from the past, mistakes or otherwise, chalk it all up to "experience" and do the best you can from there. What is the point in contemplating the what-ifs if it's beyond your power to actually change what happened? I've heard of people going back and changing a tiny detail of a memory to something better every time they think of it until one day, the memory is golden and comforting and happy and nothing near what really happened. Does this ease the soul? It must, if it's needed. Is there a time when this would be called for? Yes. Do I have anything that calls for that? No, unless I've already suppressed it, and have no idea. What if one needs a firm grip on reality one day in the future but lost it in all th flips and switches and imaginings of the past?
like mother like daughter... A Five Year Old's Dream: apparently the one where a whale comes up and then turns into a lady
This morning my daughter excitedly tells me: "Mommy! I dreamed last night that Daddy made me a big cool computer and I was playing on it and then it was so awesome and then I had the same dream again that I dream always. There was this giant whale and it came up and then turned into a lady and then turned back into a whale and there was another whale." Apparently that was the end of the dream. From her happy, somewhat thoughtful expression while she told me the tale (hehe hinting at a lame pun) it wasn't a scary dream. Hmmm. She needs to work on her descriptive abilities, as much as I always feel that I do after writing something up or telling someone a story. I'm still wondering what the rest of the details were about the whale turned lady turned whale. Oy vey! Like mother like daughter I suppose.
Dream: the one where i mostly watch it like a movie, a friend is living with two possesed dolls and there's a giant house being built
Last night I dreamed:
I was leaving a house. It's an older, single level small home with a rickety wooden screen door that doesn't make any noise as it falls closed while I leave. I step off of the old boardwalk that runs the length of the house front and walk away. I know there is something there I am yet to accomplish - I'm putting it off.
A few more steps down the dusty dirt road and I'm standing in, then just watching, a semi-futuristic hospital room. My friend Anwen is there, she's a nurse, listening intently to a doctor's instructions that I cannot hear. I see her nodding, yes, sir. I'm not surprised to see her, I know she's just moved back to the area and just getting started as a nurse here. As the the doctor leaves, the patient watches Anwen's face as she turns to him- she's his life line here, he's very weak. Over all though, he doesn't look ill to me. Actually, he appears in excellent physical health, muscular, lightly tanned, golden blonde hair, intelligent eyes. They both exude a sweet innocence as they stare into each other's eyes. I can feel as clearly as though I could see some sort of electrical bond, a glowing blue force binding them together: in that look, they know fates are tied, nothing will separate them. Watching as an unseen presence, they talk, several days have passed while I watched here. He'll be discharged soon, if only they can hide their bond to each other and maintain the expected nurse-patient appearance. They have a plan. As he leaves, I am at Anwen's side. She smiles - she knew I would be there, to go with her.
I follow her as we follow her steps in the plan. Go out the hallway and then we are on the way to a small antique town. We arrive by an old white school house church. It's the same one from Little House in the Prairie, the hill it sits on cut and pasted into a heavily wooded area. We head towards a steeply arced wooden bridge and the view changes, I'm watching alone from above the other side of the bridge as a wagon comes up from the school side.
Russell Crowe is in an old buckboard wagon with the director of the new Robin Hood movie he's staring in (Crowe is working on a Robin Hood movie right now in RL, btw). Russell is dressed as Robin and the director, who is holding the reigns, is Friar Tuck. As they come over the top of the bridge about to start their descent, I worry how the two horses will handle the wagon and not be crushed by it. I picture their back legs bending under the press of the wagon. Then I feel Friar's reassurance, This is how it was always done! Everything will be fine. Actually, we'll be crossing several bridges that were built much like this one on the way. He's reassuring Russel. I get the impression of the hooves beating down on the bridge boards allegro staccato and the two lean sharply back from the momentum.
I move on towards the right, heading to the town, a wisp floating to where I'll be watching next. I'm in the main section of town, passing over the house I left earlier. It's now the first house I come to, on the left side of the dirt road. I never see the buildings on the right. Someone is in that house. I should go back... instead I continue on, descending as I come to a five level house under construction. This is the house the community is building for Anwen and her handsome patient. He's very important to them - honored even. As I float down, it's night, bright stars are visible above the dense pine trees surrounding the town.
I join Anwen on the third level, where she is getting ready. She points, my room is just down the unfinished hall. I can see the stars through the walls - there is just boards and yellow electrical wires. The walls are unfinished and I know if I were to look up, I would see through the next two floors to the completely finished roof. I get settled in. There are boxes and a sleeping bag on the floor. Everyone has been assigned a room and each room is expected to sleep at least two. I wonder at it in confusion for a moment, but am assured by Anwen's plan. I go down to the area in the front of the house and meet with some of the town folk. We move as a group to a modern high school cafeteria. The tables are in the back and the chairs are set up facing the end of the room where the school band has been arranged to play a welcoming concert for Anwen. I sit at her left in the front row. I don't hear the concert, but when it is finished, she must leave to get back to her room. I can hear the bustle of the crowd now as I look around the room. My husband in RL is suddenly at my side, carrying our young son, our daughter beside us. It's time to go back to the house. You know what needs to be done. He impresses this to me as he lays a hand on my arm.
We walk back up the road to the house I left earlier. The brother of a close friend answers the door. Since our friend died, there have been two demons that have been visiting the house, causing unrest. They make their presence known by entering two large dolls that are normally just animated toys. I leave everyone in the front room as I follow the dolls into the kitchen. Suddenly they both stop, falling down. I can see myself standing by the cooking fireplace while one doll lies limp on the table, the other on a chair further in. They slowly become animated again and I know the two spirits have come. I've something to do to change their course, and free the home for the brother.
Dream over.
I was leaving a house. It's an older, single level small home with a rickety wooden screen door that doesn't make any noise as it falls closed while I leave. I step off of the old boardwalk that runs the length of the house front and walk away. I know there is something there I am yet to accomplish - I'm putting it off.
A few more steps down the dusty dirt road and I'm standing in, then just watching, a semi-futuristic hospital room. My friend Anwen is there, she's a nurse, listening intently to a doctor's instructions that I cannot hear. I see her nodding, yes, sir. I'm not surprised to see her, I know she's just moved back to the area and just getting started as a nurse here. As the the doctor leaves, the patient watches Anwen's face as she turns to him- she's his life line here, he's very weak. Over all though, he doesn't look ill to me. Actually, he appears in excellent physical health, muscular, lightly tanned, golden blonde hair, intelligent eyes. They both exude a sweet innocence as they stare into each other's eyes. I can feel as clearly as though I could see some sort of electrical bond, a glowing blue force binding them together: in that look, they know fates are tied, nothing will separate them. Watching as an unseen presence, they talk, several days have passed while I watched here. He'll be discharged soon, if only they can hide their bond to each other and maintain the expected nurse-patient appearance. They have a plan. As he leaves, I am at Anwen's side. She smiles - she knew I would be there, to go with her.
I follow her as we follow her steps in the plan. Go out the hallway and then we are on the way to a small antique town. We arrive by an old white school house church. It's the same one from Little House in the Prairie, the hill it sits on cut and pasted into a heavily wooded area. We head towards a steeply arced wooden bridge and the view changes, I'm watching alone from above the other side of the bridge as a wagon comes up from the school side.
Russell Crowe is in an old buckboard wagon with the director of the new Robin Hood movie he's staring in (Crowe is working on a Robin Hood movie right now in RL, btw). Russell is dressed as Robin and the director, who is holding the reigns, is Friar Tuck. As they come over the top of the bridge about to start their descent, I worry how the two horses will handle the wagon and not be crushed by it. I picture their back legs bending under the press of the wagon. Then I feel Friar's reassurance, This is how it was always done! Everything will be fine. Actually, we'll be crossing several bridges that were built much like this one on the way. He's reassuring Russel. I get the impression of the hooves beating down on the bridge boards allegro staccato and the two lean sharply back from the momentum.
I move on towards the right, heading to the town, a wisp floating to where I'll be watching next. I'm in the main section of town, passing over the house I left earlier. It's now the first house I come to, on the left side of the dirt road. I never see the buildings on the right. Someone is in that house. I should go back... instead I continue on, descending as I come to a five level house under construction. This is the house the community is building for Anwen and her handsome patient. He's very important to them - honored even. As I float down, it's night, bright stars are visible above the dense pine trees surrounding the town.
I join Anwen on the third level, where she is getting ready. She points, my room is just down the unfinished hall. I can see the stars through the walls - there is just boards and yellow electrical wires. The walls are unfinished and I know if I were to look up, I would see through the next two floors to the completely finished roof. I get settled in. There are boxes and a sleeping bag on the floor. Everyone has been assigned a room and each room is expected to sleep at least two. I wonder at it in confusion for a moment, but am assured by Anwen's plan. I go down to the area in the front of the house and meet with some of the town folk. We move as a group to a modern high school cafeteria. The tables are in the back and the chairs are set up facing the end of the room where the school band has been arranged to play a welcoming concert for Anwen. I sit at her left in the front row. I don't hear the concert, but when it is finished, she must leave to get back to her room. I can hear the bustle of the crowd now as I look around the room. My husband in RL is suddenly at my side, carrying our young son, our daughter beside us. It's time to go back to the house. You know what needs to be done. He impresses this to me as he lays a hand on my arm.
We walk back up the road to the house I left earlier. The brother of a close friend answers the door. Since our friend died, there have been two demons that have been visiting the house, causing unrest. They make their presence known by entering two large dolls that are normally just animated toys. I leave everyone in the front room as I follow the dolls into the kitchen. Suddenly they both stop, falling down. I can see myself standing by the cooking fireplace while one doll lies limp on the table, the other on a chair further in. They slowly become animated again and I know the two spirits have come. I've something to do to change their course, and free the home for the brother.
Dream over.
Dream: the one where i work at a popular lunch place turned classy lunch and dinner fine dining, and we eat pink asparagus before the dinner shift
Several nights ago I dreamed:
That I worked for a popular lunch place and they had just moved to a fancy new building. It had several dining rooms and was like a converted Victorian style hotel. Some of the old hotel rooms had been converted to staff boarding rooms - like a dorm only worse, instead of going to class and eating too much ramen noodles, you just went down the hall and you were at work. A stressful rush around the place kind of work I'd like to add. In the dream, I woke up (still in the dream, stay with me!) and realized I was late for my dinner shift. The staff all met for a late afternoon meal before we reopened for dinner and I had to hurry and get there. The other ladies I shared a room with were rushing around and just about ready. I quickly got up and dressed in my supposed-to-be-classy white button down shirt and black slacks and realized it would take to much time to put on my shoes and socks. I was lucid enough to think to myself, I'm dreaming, just make the shoes be on and they will be. I was still somewhat surprised when it worked. It was like cheating on a game. I made it down to dinner with everyone else and we sat down to eat some of the Chef's fancy new cuisine. Let me add here that I know that the restaurant is in our small town with a population of around 40,000, there is nothing like this building in town but we do have several resturanteers trying to be the fanciest snazziest places in town (gotta make a living yo). This is why the Chef had prepared pink asparagus, artichokes, and some sort of dessert that looked like sliced bananas that I expected to tasted like strawberry banana cheese cake - instead it tasted like undercooked plantains. I woke up while contemplating the dessert in my dream.
Dream over.
hint at what i'm working on for next post
i'm having a hard time describing my latest dream i want to post... some of the description is getting a little awkward ... i mean really, PINK ASPARAGUS? I googled it, it grows in white, green and purple varieties but i didn't find any pictures of it growing pink in hue.
Here's the working title for the post i'm working on:
Dream: the one where i work at a popular lunch place turned classy lunch and dinner fine dining, and we eat pink asparagus before the dinner shift
Here's the working title for the post i'm working on:
Dream: the one where i work at a popular lunch place turned classy lunch and dinner fine dining, and we eat pink asparagus before the dinner shift
Dream: the one where i have a summer job in a mountain ghost town resort and military uniforms look like the old AWANAs shirts
Last night I dreamed:
Dream over.
I am step out of a old traveling bus along with most of my close family and some people that I know I know (in real life (RL) I cannot recall ever seeing these people before). We step out into a clearing on a mountain, an old ghost town lies before us. It's cool, even though I know it's summer. The old buildings are quite spread apart, stable, but not restored by any means. There must have been a bustling town here as the spaces between buildings are where I know more of the town used to lay. My sisters and I run the hotel building, we go there to set up, we bunk in the basement, the main floor for guest check in and the second story has guest rooms. My mom runs a the c-store laundromat that is one of the more prestigius businesses in town. I never see it but I know its near the hotel and is a cinderblock construction painted white, out of site since its the one modern edition to the ghost town proper.
Somehow, observing the town in the course of walking from the bus to the hotel, my clothes became a dusty rose colored plain 1800's dress, with dark buttons down the shirt, my shoes the dark nondescript old high-top lace-up boots. Nearly everyone is in historic but plain costumes. All the ghost town buildings are open, like the front is missing and all laid out, showing the floors to the outside. As we are barely settled in, the first guests (and only people in my dream that I know are guests) arrive, a couple in their early thirties, arrive.
I leave the hotel by the front and wander through the small town area and behind it, up the mountain and behind a screen of trees, coming to a 1970's brick school building, where my daughter takes her classes. I've arrived just in time to get some of her projects and the review of her school year. She is busy running around the class rooms with her friends while a large blond woman that I know from the bus comes up to chat and ask if the bathhouse is open yet. I don't experience it in the dream, but we have a conversation and part amicably from my impression as I walk away from her to find my son and daughter.
As we head down back through the ghost town, there are tourists wondering around, bright spots of modern technology and colors with their cheesey outfits and cameras in the drab and dust. I'm called to the aid of the couple that were the guests I checked into the hotel, the woman is in labor now, though I don't recall her being pregnant when they first arrived. My mother in law is there too, but she is taking vitals and calming the woman, and I'm left catching the baby - after of course, ordering someone to boil water. There is no labor scene, just suddenly I'm holding this newborn, a glowing, beautiful essence of innosence, and wishing we had one of those heated baby stations like they have in the delivery rooms at hospitals. I was lucid enough at this point in the dream to wonder why my mother in law, who is an RN in RL, wasn't the one playing doctor.
Suddenly I'm pulled back into the dream, and my daughter and son and I meet up with my husband, our friends Tiff and Tyler, and my sister in law Jessi. We have to drive down into the town about an hour or so away to pick up Jessi's hubby, Casey, who is just coming back from a couple weeks in the field with the armed services (yes it was non-specific in my dream). We are there, in the outskirts of the town almost imidiately in my dream expericance, all of us piling out of a metalic grey Ford Tarus that there is no way we all could fit in, but I know we drove there, all together.
We're waiting in what I can only describe as a large hanger like building, with hotel and storage rooms built in the middle almost like enclosed cubicles on a single floor, the ceiling is the roof high above us. Casey should have arrived by now, it's late in the day. We walk down the outer wall of cubicles and some of the walls have windows, there's a classic 80's blond lady sitting inside of one smoking. As we continue we come to the cafeteria area where we see his uniform shirt hanging over the back of one of the large colorful chairs (like the ones in kindergarten rooms, primary colors, but adult size). There are blue and red chairs visible and the red chairs are just a little off so they are a bit orangy. I never see the yellow chairs but I know they are in the mix too. My sister in law picks up the uniform shirt and I recognize it - I know someone who had that shirt before, but I'm not lucid enough to place it (RL it's a AWANAs uniform shirt, the kind you would have seen in the 90's, LIGHT grey, plain, no awards on the red and yellow badge area yet). We go outside looking for Casey and run across a closed market, but the owner, an Asian man, is still out front at the table he has set up outside. He's quiet, and I know his wife is in the store, fearful of why we are wandering about, but he is calm, like he'll quell any trouble with amazing kung fu. He cuts up some super sized double king sized Snickers bars and gives us all samples before we move on. I know we start to leave, and are concerned about getting some type of employment, that maybe he can help us with, when I am woken up by a text message from my sister.
Dream over.
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