Friday, April 24, 2009
April 24, 2009: These things only happen in my dreams
Dreams are easy posting fodder!
Here's one that's gotta be symbolic somehow:
"Tuesday, January 6, 2009: Dreamed that I was at this old-time castle. You know: stone walls, passages, the works. The whole thing, all the time, seemed like I was Photoshopped in, though. My presence didn't feel real. It was like I was just pasted onto a castle background, and that feeling remained with me the whole time. Anyway, I first listened to a simple, fairy-tale-like story about a girl getting ready for prom there. Then, after she was done, the girl herself started to talk, showing all these kids her (bright pink) dress, etc.
Then, we got to explore. It was amazing, even though it still didn't feel real. It was sparsely decorated too - all the decorations on the wall looked like sticky decals. The kids explored too. Boys and girls. One particular boy was being extremely boisterous/rowdy/wild. I wondered if he was supposed to be acting like this, and whether they'd get angry, but no one did. I went through a room and then went down some stairs, giddy. They led outside into a courtyard (oh, and there was another courtyard up in the main area, just against a wall. That's where she stood.) I found a ledge which was this bridge/thin platform leading up and started to climb, but had to hop off because some boys were skateboarding down it. So I kept on exploring the place, but then I woke up."
And here's another of my dreams where terrible things happen when I'm driving!
Saturday, January 24, 2009: "I drive home but pieces of the van keep falling off until, by the time I get to the house - it was a short drive, too, in a residential (street name removed - it's very residential)-y neighborhood - there's only the seat left. I freak out, but I wake up before any consequences occur."
The best part of this is the image of exploding goat cheese. Really, prose can't do it justice.
"Monday, February 16, 2009: So I'm with Grammy, shopping for food in the produce section. I see raspberries and blueberries but they're too expensive; strawberries don't look good. Finally I find the cheese section. There's this really wonderful looking log of goat cheese but it's $9.99 a log, which is a lot; fortunately, I see a pat-a-pan squash-sized container of the same brand. It doesn't have a price, but I pick it up anyway. When ringing up the cheese, the cashier looks confused and tells me the big log got that way because it exploded. And sure enough, so did mine - first to the size of a normal log, then just exploding out of its plastic package and spilling onto the floor. Grammy, the cashier, and I just stared at it. I tasted some - it had the texture and taste of hard parmesan, not goat at all. Then I woke up."
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