Weird dreams-o-rama
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caitirin isn't the only one to be having weird dreams lately. Here's just a smattering of my nightly adventures:
- Driving with Caitirin's mother through a city very much like one close to here, a pseudo-city I've dreamed of before, dropping off Caitirin and some hobo-looking fellow who was supposedly her brother at various points - and then driving to Canada (right at the edge of town) where we went up a series of hills so steep that we were practically upside down and I felt like I was floating in my seat. Caitirin's mother, naturally, had no qualms, but I thought we were goners for sure.
- Being a small dark-haired girl with violet eyes and glasses who couldn't use her legs very well, who wore an elaborate kimono-like dress much longer than she (I) was (which didn't help with movement), and who kept having terrifying visions of a girl identical to her but with shorter hair and no glasses who kept laughing at her (me) and saying that I had to save her and she was hiding behind the TV watching me, and that she was actually me and one day she would take me over.
- Aaand the one with the painting and the headless woman. That one was more interesting, so I'll go into greater detail.
In the dream, I was at our old house, where I grew up. We had a front yard and a back yard, and beside the front yard was this wild sort of area where later my dad had a garden. Through it went a dirt road that went down back to the cellar door on the other side of the house.
Anyway, in the dream, I was up in this area of the front yard, and I was painting on a canvas. I remember painting a male face with long dark hair, Tolkien elf-like, in the bottom right. In the top left, I painted trees and platforms in the trees. Caitirin was there, and she helped me paint the outline of a platform, and it was in perfect perspective. We also painted the reflection of sunlight through the trees on the platform. It looked really fantastic and I was very impressed with us.
Then I knew I had to finish up and leave because something scary was coming - a gang, or something. The word "White" stands out in my mind. But every time I tried to pick up my painting, I would put my thumb through the canvas or it would crack down the middle. The elf's face partially flaked off and I was really annoyed because it had come out so good. The canvas was really brittle for some reason.
Then we were on a platform or in a shed type thing that straddled the dirt road down back. A woman walked up from the direction of the cellar and she had no head - or rather, it was like her head was invisible, because I could see down inside her shirt, which was a red sweater. We could see her hands, though, so she wasn't just invisible. I freaked out, and she walked up under the shed we were in and up the road. After that, I don't remember anything else concerning her.
Then we went over into the actual front yard in front of the house, and I said I needed to find some fixative for my painting because the paint was going to all flake off. Caitirin asked if "hair spray would do in a pinch," and I said yes. So she went off and found some hair spray in an emergency car kit or something and I sprayed my painting. That did the trick. Then we brought it into the house and down cellar, and I got my mother so she could see it. Now, though, instead of an elf and trees and platforms it had all these Chinese pirates on it. I was surprised at how good it was and how I had apparently painted this all without noticing it.
It was one of those dreams where I woke up and thought "Wow, that was probably symbolic," but I'm not really sure of what.
caitirin isn't the only one to be having weird dreams lately. Here's just a smattering of my nightly adventures:- Driving with Caitirin's mother through a city very much like one close to here, a pseudo-city I've dreamed of before, dropping off Caitirin and some hobo-looking fellow who was supposedly her brother at various points - and then driving to Canada (right at the edge of town) where we went up a series of hills so steep that we were practically upside down and I felt like I was floating in my seat. Caitirin's mother, naturally, had no qualms, but I thought we were goners for sure.
- Being a small dark-haired girl with violet eyes and glasses who couldn't use her legs very well, who wore an elaborate kimono-like dress much longer than she (I) was (which didn't help with movement), and who kept having terrifying visions of a girl identical to her but with shorter hair and no glasses who kept laughing at her (me) and saying that I had to save her and she was hiding behind the TV watching me, and that she was actually me and one day she would take me over.
- Aaand the one with the painting and the headless woman. That one was more interesting, so I'll go into greater detail.
In the dream, I was at our old house, where I grew up. We had a front yard and a back yard, and beside the front yard was this wild sort of area where later my dad had a garden. Through it went a dirt road that went down back to the cellar door on the other side of the house.
Anyway, in the dream, I was up in this area of the front yard, and I was painting on a canvas. I remember painting a male face with long dark hair, Tolkien elf-like, in the bottom right. In the top left, I painted trees and platforms in the trees. Caitirin was there, and she helped me paint the outline of a platform, and it was in perfect perspective. We also painted the reflection of sunlight through the trees on the platform. It looked really fantastic and I was very impressed with us.
Then I knew I had to finish up and leave because something scary was coming - a gang, or something. The word "White" stands out in my mind. But every time I tried to pick up my painting, I would put my thumb through the canvas or it would crack down the middle. The elf's face partially flaked off and I was really annoyed because it had come out so good. The canvas was really brittle for some reason.
Then we were on a platform or in a shed type thing that straddled the dirt road down back. A woman walked up from the direction of the cellar and she had no head - or rather, it was like her head was invisible, because I could see down inside her shirt, which was a red sweater. We could see her hands, though, so she wasn't just invisible. I freaked out, and she walked up under the shed we were in and up the road. After that, I don't remember anything else concerning her.
Then we went over into the actual front yard in front of the house, and I said I needed to find some fixative for my painting because the paint was going to all flake off. Caitirin asked if "hair spray would do in a pinch," and I said yes. So she went off and found some hair spray in an emergency car kit or something and I sprayed my painting. That did the trick. Then we brought it into the house and down cellar, and I got my mother so she could see it. Now, though, instead of an elf and trees and platforms it had all these Chinese pirates on it. I was surprised at how good it was and how I had apparently painted this all without noticing it.
It was one of those dreams where I woke up and thought "Wow, that was probably symbolic," but I'm not really sure of what.
