June 25, 2011
There were multiple parts to my dream.
In the first part, I was in my room on my bed while a random girl was looking for some sort of letter in a pile next to my bed. She suddenly stood up, gasped, hugged me and went "Oh heather", in a very sad and sympathetic way. Confused by her embrase, I sort of awkwardly hugged her back and asked her what it was. She responded by showing me a small bag of white pills, which she had found under the letter she was looking for. I automatically knew they were drugs, specifically illegal drugs, even though they just looked like pills. I tried to tell her that they were not mine but my brother's, but she refused to listen to my pleas.
In a second part, I was wandering around in a park it seemed, jumping around and generally not getting all that much done. My brother seemed to be there with me, and we investigated a nearby building, which seemed to be some sort of gondola that was out of commission. While my brother went off to walk down a different path, I decided to try to explore the gondola, but once i got on it, it started moving without controls. Concerned, I tried to jump off, but I was restricted by a bar at about waist height. Eventually I was able to hop off, only to find that my brother was nowhere in sight. I wandered into a nearby church, hoping to find my parents or someone I knew, but the church was crowded with people eating large bagels, and I was unable to find anyone.
In the last section of my dream, my mother was measuring out dog houses, trying to determine what size she needed to buy when she next went to the store. I asked her if she needed any assistance, but she claimed she had things under control. Then, out of nowhere, she asked if I want a new phone, Surprised, I said I did, but I was unaware that we had the money for such things. She then asked if I wanted to go with her to pick out a new car, and proceeded to show me a large number of possible models we could choose from. The models that she showed me were really poorly sketched doodles on a thin sheet of cardboard, but both of us were reacting to them as though we were impressed with the models.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I Spend Too Much Time in the Theatre
June 19, 2011
First I was in a car, trying to push something heavy up a hill, but nobody was helping me. Whatever the heavy thing was, I needed to get rid of it quickly, so I borrowed someone's truck to try and ram the object up the hill, but it wasn't working at all.
Next, I was in the theatre, talking with people who were coming and going. Like all dreams, I wasn't sure how I got there or what I was doing before, but, as always, it didn't really bother my dream self. I was up in the lighting booth, talking with someone, when my employer told me the stage looked a little dim. Confused, I looked at the lighting levels and everything seemed to be in fairly normal order. I looked at the stage and realized everything looked off, so I decided to look at the actual lights and see if maybe one of them had slipped or something. When I looked at where the lights should have been, it appeared as though there was nothing but ceiling, and all the lights had disappeared, as well as the railing from which they should have hung. I went downstairs to try and find someone who could help me figure out where the lights had gone, but when I got down stairs, everyone was digging up the stage, as in literally tearing it apart. For some reason, there was also a man hanging new lights in strange areas all over the stage. I went to talk to him, to ask him which lights were acceptable to refocus for my own purposes. He sort of looked surprised and said that he needed all of them exactly where they were. I informed him that I needed to have my own lights up for the next day, because apparently it was tuesday and I needed to use them for a show on wednesday, thursday, and friday.
Somehow I ended up talking to a girl who was wandering around helping, and she informed me about changing shape and also something about driving a car. It was all a bit confusing, because it was half realistic and half magical, and I also sort of knew I was asleep.
First I was in a car, trying to push something heavy up a hill, but nobody was helping me. Whatever the heavy thing was, I needed to get rid of it quickly, so I borrowed someone's truck to try and ram the object up the hill, but it wasn't working at all.
Next, I was in the theatre, talking with people who were coming and going. Like all dreams, I wasn't sure how I got there or what I was doing before, but, as always, it didn't really bother my dream self. I was up in the lighting booth, talking with someone, when my employer told me the stage looked a little dim. Confused, I looked at the lighting levels and everything seemed to be in fairly normal order. I looked at the stage and realized everything looked off, so I decided to look at the actual lights and see if maybe one of them had slipped or something. When I looked at where the lights should have been, it appeared as though there was nothing but ceiling, and all the lights had disappeared, as well as the railing from which they should have hung. I went downstairs to try and find someone who could help me figure out where the lights had gone, but when I got down stairs, everyone was digging up the stage, as in literally tearing it apart. For some reason, there was also a man hanging new lights in strange areas all over the stage. I went to talk to him, to ask him which lights were acceptable to refocus for my own purposes. He sort of looked surprised and said that he needed all of them exactly where they were. I informed him that I needed to have my own lights up for the next day, because apparently it was tuesday and I needed to use them for a show on wednesday, thursday, and friday.
Somehow I ended up talking to a girl who was wandering around helping, and she informed me about changing shape and also something about driving a car. It was all a bit confusing, because it was half realistic and half magical, and I also sort of knew I was asleep.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Skating on Stage
June 17, 2011
I dreamed I was on the stage of the Haymarket Theatre, having an iceskating competition. Everyone else was wearing leotards, but I seemed to be wearing long flowy pants that just got in the way. When it was my turn, I executed two moves perfectly, but then it was time to do the axel and I sort of freaked out. I mentioned I had never done one before, not even in practice, but nobody else seemed to care very much. I then tried to do one, but I got too dizzy and the stage started spinning, so I sort of lept off the stage in a miraculously graceful maneuver and bounded out the door. Once outside, I sprinted away from the theatre embarrassed and ashamed of my attempt. There seemed to be some sort of graduation going on, so I doubled back in order to hide from the crowd and ran into a large office building. In the office building, I slowed down, which proved to be a bad move, as my librarian and brother both caught up with me. We sort of strolled out of the office in the opposite direction of the theatre, and nobody mentioned my fleeing. My mother joined us at some point and made a mention of how this was what happened when people ran off the stage, but it didn't really make much sense, because it wasn't like any consequences had come about because of my actions.
I dreamed I was on the stage of the Haymarket Theatre, having an iceskating competition. Everyone else was wearing leotards, but I seemed to be wearing long flowy pants that just got in the way. When it was my turn, I executed two moves perfectly, but then it was time to do the axel and I sort of freaked out. I mentioned I had never done one before, not even in practice, but nobody else seemed to care very much. I then tried to do one, but I got too dizzy and the stage started spinning, so I sort of lept off the stage in a miraculously graceful maneuver and bounded out the door. Once outside, I sprinted away from the theatre embarrassed and ashamed of my attempt. There seemed to be some sort of graduation going on, so I doubled back in order to hide from the crowd and ran into a large office building. In the office building, I slowed down, which proved to be a bad move, as my librarian and brother both caught up with me. We sort of strolled out of the office in the opposite direction of the theatre, and nobody mentioned my fleeing. My mother joined us at some point and made a mention of how this was what happened when people ran off the stage, but it didn't really make much sense, because it wasn't like any consequences had come about because of my actions.
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