karmicdragonfly | Entries tagged with dreams

I subscribe to an online news collector/interpreter. I won't use his name here, but let's just say he's "AP".

So as I was going to bed the other night, I read one of his emails at the last minute, so I guess he was on my mind. In the dream, he and I and a woman were traveling to Tennessee.

And after we accomplished what we came for, we were spending a night at our host's place. But the scenery was not Tennessee - it was cobblestones and ancient monuments...um, Italy, Greece, or the like. And the host looked Greek -- older, chubby, affable, wearing glasses, lots of hand-waving, driving us around in a tiny little car.

The last night I was sharing a bed w/ AP, and the woman took the other bed. Now, if I drink, or if I land on my back during sleep, I will snore like a banshee! I suspect sleep apnea, but as long as I am on my sides, I don't seem to have much issue.

Anyways, I woke up from what I think was a loud snore. But as I woke up, the dream was still in progress, where I woke up in the dream as well. And I saw AP, his back to me, shaking his head and laughing at the absurdity of him trying to sleep in the same room with me. He was digging in a baggy to find some socks to stuff in his ears.

And very oddly, because I was waking up in real life at the same time as I was waking up in the dream, I seem to have a real life memory of this all happening. It never happened, but I have a real life memory of it. I think it was because the dream awakening and the real life awakening coincided. I lay in bed for a minute or two just trying to orient myself!

And then I just started laughing, mostly at AP because he was just shaking his head, and I just found it funny.

A few months ago, a guy in my class had had a dream in Old English and asked if I ever dreamed in Old English, and at that point I had not.

As I thought about it, I realized that I don't usually hear language in my dreams -- for me, dreams are most always communication through some sort of feelings/emotions, not language. Anyways, I filed his question away as interesting.

A few nights ago, I had a dream where I heard and spoke Old English. I ruminated on it a few days, then wrote a summary of it to send to my classmate. The summary is below with a "New" English translation following.

Seldcuþ Swefn

Hit me gelamp sum seldcuþe swefn ær! On þam swefne, ic wæs ymbbutan minum huse, gewyrcende on þam wyrtgearde, swa swa hit me licaþ oft to donne. And fram þære stræte, færlice gehierde ic sumes cildres stefn, and me þuhte seo stefn wære on Englisce spræcen! Soþlice ic wundrode and locode forþ-rihte þaere stræte toweardes and geseah ic sum wer and his wif and heora lytle cild þe wæs binnan þam cild-wægne. Sona ic astod and clypode þam cilde, “Hu, cild, spricst þu Englisc?” And þæt cild sona blissode and his ansien hwearf mid wundre. Hie ealle me genealæhton, and se wer and his wif me ascodon hwæt ic spræc, for þam þe hie ne Englisc ne ongietan cunnon. Hie þohton þæt þæt cild wæs samwis for þam þe, he ne Niewe Englisc sprecan cuþe. And þæt cild blissode eft þæt sum man æt nieshstan him ongietan cuþe! And þonne ic awacode!

Weird Dream

When translating from Old English, if I can, I keep a good amount of the word order the same, resulting in a translation that sounds awkward. But if you want to look for the corresponding word above, it helps if the word order is similar.

It happened to me some weird dream!

In the dream, I was outside around my house, working in the plant-yard, just as it often pleases me to do.

And from the street, suddenly heard I the voice of some child, and it seemed to me that the voice had been in (Old) English spoken!

Truly, I was amazed and looked directly towards the street, and saw I some man and his woman and their little child, that was inside the child-wagon (carriage).

Soon I stood up and called out to the child, “Hey, child, speak you English?” And the child immediately rejoiced and his face changed with wonder.

They all approached me, and the man and his woman asked me what I said, because they not (Old) English not understand could. They thought that the child was slow (samwis = unfinished-wise = dimwitted. Cf. "Samwise" Gangee in the Lord of the Rings) because he could not speak New English.

And the child rejoiced again that someone at last him understand could.

And then I woke up.

Warning! Dumb dream. And bathroom related! 😅

I think I had gone to sleep thinking how sometimes people get Daniel Radcliffe and Elijah Wood mixed up. They don't look the same, but I guess it's because they are of similar height, face, skin and hair color, both played leads in major fantasy movies.

In the dream, I needed to find a bathroom. and was wandering through long, dim hallways and through multiple doors. Finally, I came to what looked like a gymnasium where I met up w/ my friend Daniel Radcliff 😆. There was someone else too but I don't remember who now.

Anyways, he had to go too, so we set off in search of bathroom. Next scene, I'm in the stall with him, just sitting around chatting and laughing (shooting the shit so to speak) while he's on the toilet. But he wasn't comfortable doing the needful while I was in there, so I went out of the stall.

There was more to the dream, but I don't remember it now.

It was not at all a sex dream. And the only reason I think Radcliffe showed up was what I had been thinking about when I was drifting off to sleep.

Come to think of it...the guy actually looked like Radcliffe, but with bigger eyes (like Wood)!

I found myself in a room with no windows, and which had an underground feel to it. The walls were bluish and metallic, reminiscent of the original Star Trek series.

Several individuals were in the room. However, many of the individuals had been inhabited by aliens! Or perhaps possessed is a better word. And there was a group of us gathered in one corner of the room who had not been possessed by the alien intelligences.

The alien-people were all smiles, but they kept selecting various butcher knives from a table and threatening to cut us. As a matter of fact, they seemed to joyfully look forward to cutting us in slow, painful strokes. But not just yet, as they were awaiting instructions which would allow them to begin.

In the meantime, one or another of them would pick up a knife, come over, and wave the knife closely at one or the other of us around our faces, eyes, necks, torsos. And each time, the alien-people would have broad, anticipatory grins on their faces. Almost driveling in intense desire.

***
This was a dream from last night that woke me up uncomfortably.

While waking, I remember my first impression was that I found it disturbing that when alien-people would approach us, I was always relieved and glad that it was some other person they were waving the knifes at and not me. It was almost as if I were wishing the alien-person would pick someone else to cut instead of me. I found it disturbing, if natural, that I would feel that way.

I woke up startled last night, and made a noise because I had a weird dream. I had sort of been between asleep and awake.

In the dream, I was riding in a blue car with a Mormon (what? 🤣) driving, and we drove over a cliff! When we went over the cliff, I lost my stomach, physically in the real world, which is why I made a noise/groan. We didn't crash though -- I seem to remember the car could fly.

🪽🚙🪽

Some background...In 2015 and for a couple years, I hosted several Couchsurfers at my house.

In the end, there were 4 different guests in total, and a couple of them stayed a couple of different times. It was very interesting, and I enjoyed meeting the folks. But I haven't hosted since.

The most interesting guest was probably the guy from Belgian who stayed here 7 days in a row -- he had had a bucket list item to see the world bike races outside of Europe, and they were in my city in the US that year! And so he contacted me about staying here. He was the very first Couchsurfer I hosted!

One of the guys that stayed with me during that time has been on my mind lately. I had no reason to be thinking about him, but he has kept coming to mind. He was/is a fellow photographer. I have been wondering why I kept thinking about him lately.

And then out of the blue 2 nights ago, he texted me about talking on the phone. So we talked. Nice to catch up. Not sure why he texted. I sent a picture I took when he was here the last time. Nice talk.

***
So last night I had a weird dream. I boarded a train / bus and sat near near a guy I was friends with. The guy's boyfriend was also seated, but not next to the guy I knew. The guy I am friends with sat in front of me. His boyfriend sat across the aisle a ways.

My sense when I boarded was that I was there on the bus to offer moral support to the friend.

But when I first boarded the bus, I also suddenly saw my partner -- this is the partner that died many years ago. And he was sitting beside this friend on the bus. I did a HUGE double take and was really happy to see my partner. But nobody else could see him.

And that was the end of what I could remember about the dream. I woke up and scribbled what I could remember.

I woke from a dream in the middle of last night...and it struck me enough that I rolled over and grabbed the phone to record what it had been about.
***

We were eating at a very large table at a restaurant in a local area of town. There were lots of people and lots of family, including my Dad (who passed away last year).

A local friend was there as well, and both she and I had taken our shoes off and were eating and walking around in stocking feet.

There was a waiter in a red shirt -- someone I always thought was cute. (This is a real guy that I remember from years and years ago). In the dream he remembered my name, and when I saw him, I gave him a peck on the lips which surprised him.

As we were finishing up the meal, I got called to the front of the restaurant by a worker to talk about my credit card. Only when I got there, it wasn't really about the credit card. She was pointing to a word on the paper, nodding and saying "You know how it is". In my voice recording, I couldn't quite remember what word she was pointing to. I said it was something like "international". but that wasn't exactly the right word.

As for the real life red shirted waiter, although he was cute, I never dated or even hung out with him. I remember that he had bad breath, which is a turn off for me. And even in the dream, he had bad breath, lol.

When I got back to the table, I put my shoes back on, and I was talking to Dad, asking "Are we all done?". And he was like yea, so we were moving the tables all back into position.

Next, I was in my early childhood home but I was an adult. This was a very small house -- 4 rooms, and I was lying on a chair or couch next to a door to the outside. This old house had a very steep drop off on one side of the house, and the door that led out there had no porch or landing. So that door never got used and was kept locked.

As I was lying there, someone in a red shirt tried to force their way in. I had to push back and force the door closed.

Next scene is later that night, when I'm in a bedroom, lying there worrying that the red shirted guy was going to come back with a gun.

***
And that's it. That the end of a weird little dream. I found it odd that a guy I knew from 20+ years ago made an appearance, although they say that your brain can't make up new faces so every face you see in a dream is someone you have actually seen.

Also odd that a local friend was there, and that we were in stocking feet, lol.

And odd to be back in the childhood house.

I had a helluva set of dreams the other night! I don't believe I had ever experienced sleep paralysis until now!

I woke up in the middle of the night, frozen in terror and not being able to move, with my face covered in wasps! The wasps were calmly walking around on my face, flying up and landing as they do. And of course, this was part of the dream, but it definitely felt real at the time!

And the wasp theme continued into the next dream.

The next dream featured a guest appearance from one of my nephews — aged maybe 20 years ago and with spiked hair but the spikes were shaped into curls, lol. Then the wasps showed up, and then there was something about a coffin in the closet.

All in all pretty bad dreams....wondering what I ate!?

And updating with dreams from last night:

During the night last night, I had a dream that was a continuation of a previous dream. I have had repeating dreams before, but I think this might be the first dream that continues a previous story.

In the previous dream, I had been at the river and somehow lost my pants and underwear 🫣 and I had broken into a house and stolen some stuff (clothes, but also other stuff!) And it turned out to be the house of friends, and I felt bad that I had stolen stuff.

In the continuation, I was telling a group of people what actually happened, only this time in the retelling, I had gotten a ticket for indecent exposure. 🫣

I am dreaming so much lately!

In the latest on my dreams….

Last night I was in a kind of ‘Big Brother’ house — like the reality show. And it turned out that every one of the participants was gay! I had a lover in the house…who later accused me of trying to push him off a cliff and tried to stab me with a poisonous syringe in retaliation.

And there was a wonderful wrap-around veranda that we all sat on a lot, but there were spiders around the house who constantly shot large webs and were able to lift large orange barrels with their webs.

***
They say that your mind can't really make up a face -- that all the faces you see in dreams are people you have seen in person or on TV or somewhere. In fact, the lover in the dream DID resemble a guy I tricked with one night maybe 35 years ago. And I woke up thinking about him, wondering where he ended up in life.

I had another vivid dream from a few nights ago. In the dream...

...I had a fun, happy, and a bit eccentric roommate, who later turned lover.

The dream was set before he was about to head out to work. He had long and sort of stringy blond hair, a black top hat, and he was wearing a bright vest with multi colored circular patterns on it.

I was lying around on the bed or couch or something; he was standing talking to me when his left EYE fell out, lol. I had no previous idea that he had a fake eye. He was very embarrassed about it — which is probably why he hadn’t told me about it before. When he noticed I didn’t react, he tested me by holding his fake eyeball against my cheek. (Bit weird, no?)

When I still didn’t get grossed out by that, he lay down with me and we started cuddling. I woke up when he groped me so strongly and suddenly that it startled me, and that’s what startled me awake.

***That was the extent of the dream, and when I woke in the middle of the night, I thought I should write it down so I remembered it. Of course I drifted back to sleep, but the memory of the dream came back to me as I was eating breakfast the next morning.

The dream itself was actually very sweet - a loving sort of dream. We need a word in English that means the opposite of a nightmare. This was definitely a pleasant dream.

I had a dream the other night that started sweet and then ended sort of sad.

In it, I was at what looked like a house I had retired to, and my parents and 2 sisters came to visit. The sisters looked like they do now, but the parents looked like when I was young. And my parents seemed happy and laughing -- something they don't do much anymore. I think when people get older, they sometimes get get more tired, and older people sometimes stop smiling and laughing as much.

In the dream, it was nice visit, and I was doing something inside, when I realized that my parents and 1 sister were leaving -- without having said goodbye. That made me kinda sad, so I rushed outside to say goodbye before they left. And then the dream sort of turned sad because it seemed to be more of a dream about them departing for good -- more about their death than just about a departing a normal visit.

In any event, I had thought to drive down Saturday to visit outside with them for Mother's Day, but my mom still doesn't want the visitors yet. Not until COVID has gotten more under control. I did send a card, but maybe we'll do a video call -- not satisfying.

Perhaps fueled by all the "UFO" news lately, but my first remembered dream of the new year was alien themed!

In the dream, I (me, with my current understanding of the world) had come through some sort of portal to a time when humans and other alien races lived, cooperated and worked together. I was in some sort of facility full of other busy, busy people (both human and alien) moving around doing activities of some sort or the other.

First impression was of a large, airy structure, perhaps made of metal but with lots of see-through glass -- perhaps a large dome, although I could not see any curve. Very open inside, but with tall shelving in rows and some sort of grid structure / platform on the floor throughout. The tall shelving and the knee-height grid platform formed rows that people walked through and around.

I was with a group of humans working in the facility, and they were trying to acclimate me to my sudden, strange new situation. I think they were a bit exasperated at my confusion. One of them was Captain Janeway from Star Trek Voyager, lol -- I mean, it was a dream after all.

The guy in "my" group whom I spent the most time with, flagged down one of the alien folks to help with me. The alien helped me ask the Artificial Intelligence about my family history and family tree. I remember that the helper-alien was very kind and patient with me.

Questions to the AI were addressed to the grid structure that was in the floor. I remember that it lit up slightly as questions were asked. Questions were answered with images forming on the grid platform, so when asked about my family tree, a family tree unfolded showing how my family nearly died out at some point in time (a future time from my 2021 perspective), but was now flourishing.

I don't remember the AI actually speaking, but images formed that I could see, and I would suddenly know information. For example, it sounded like the aliens had been feeding technology to humans over the centuries. There was brief information about them interacting with Napoleon in the 1700s.

Both the kind helper-alien and I woke up from our interaction with the AI, having been lying on our backs on the grid platform. I was exhausted.

And as with most dreams, it ended in medias res when I woke up!

I tend to enjoy remembering my dreams, even if I get no "hidden" meanings from them or anything. My sleep was fitful last night, which is often a good time to remember your dreams.

Dream 1

There was a teenage boy and a smaller boy (possibly) standing facing each other in a square at night, with drenching rain beating down on them, and lightning in the sky. They were looking into each other's eyes.

The taller teenage boy was thin, fair-skinned, with a thick black shock of hair, and wearing a red felt hat and a pullover shirt with wide, colorful, horizontal stripes. He looked sort of like Waldo in the 'Where is Waldo' puzzle cartoons, except the colors were bit different, and the hat was felt and not a knitted stocking cap like Waldo.

I never saw the face or body build of the smaller figure, but the dream presumed he was a boy. He was just a crouched, small figure in front the taller boy. The smaller figure was dressed in the same colorful horizontal stripes.

There was no other information -- no reason for standing in the storm, no action. Just a storm and 2 lonely figures.

Dream 2

I had gone to bed thinking of the latest Confederate monuments that have been torn down. We have one of those monuments in my neighborhood, and the neighborhood has been informally discussing sending the monument (and the body buried underneath!) back to Hollywood Cemetery which was its previous resting place.

The dream was about a large group of us outdoors in a medieval but now modern town, with a distant hill overlooking. On the hill were buildings made of red brick and at least one that seemed made of concrete. Some of the buildings were tall, some shorter. I was looking up at the hill, standing beside my car, and realized that the tall buildings were suddenly toppling over and into the shorter buildings, and I exclaimed 'Oh shit!' lol. I tried to get the video on my phone going, but for some reason was not successful.

Other people began screaming and running. There had been no earthquake, and there was no danger of buildings falling on us since the hill was a bit distant. The demolition stopped as quickly as it had started. At the end, the view exposed was of a building further inward on the top of the hill, also made of red brick and shaped round like a medieval church's baptistry.

In retrospect, it's almost like the more modern, taller buildings fell down to expose a view of the older, medieval buildings. Again, that's the end of the story, but at least this one had at least some action with the building demolition and some running, lol

This was a good trip for me...I am taking time off from work, and I needed to do another trip out of the country. I needed the 'disruption' of not being able to understand the language...I needed the 'disruption' of not being comfortable. I needed to learn to exercise my caution again. I needed to mind my Ps & Qs again as I interacted with another culture.

(Actually, I take 1 thing back -- I WAS able to read many of the signs, and understand maybe 20% of what was being said, just because I can speak a little Portuguese!)

The proprietors' of the guest house were lovely souls, and you can see the 2 of them here as we say our final goodbyes and as he is giving us a gift of some crystals to take back home with us --

Final goodbyes -- I think there were 1 or 2 of us not here --

What I Lost

I lose something in every international trip. I'm not sure why, and it's not some deep, emotional thing -- it's usually a very tangible item. For example, in Brazil, I set aside some really nice hand-painted souvenirs that I bought for people, and then forgot to re-pack them! So everyone got airport keychains as souvenirs from that trip, lol!

In this instance...I lost something on Day 1! I was in the airport where I was supposed to meet my group, and I went to an airport ATM. When I travel, I use a separate travel account at a different financial institution. This is something that I do in case of 'skimmers' at the ATM, so that if my account is compromised, then it doesn't cause any problems with my primary financial institution.

In this case at the ATM, I asked for MX$4500, which is about US$250. I got my money, and then my receipt and walked away. What did I lose? The card itself! The machine was one of the old style machines that gives you the card last, so I forgot about it!

There were 2 additional transactions at the ATM for about MX$1000 -- about US$57, so I imagine someone walked up behind me (perhaps watching me all along?), and conducted 2 transactions. And perhaps the ATM requires a password after 3 transactions? Who knows why there were only 2 additionals.

As the group was gathering, I suddenly realized I no longer had the ATM card, and I realized what I had done. So from the airport on day 1, I called that bank and got the card cancelled! The bank eventually credited the 2 fraudulent transactions so no harm no foul from my perspective.

But what a way to start the adventure!

So...I was in Teotihuacán...and I was hanging with a new age group...and I was staying in a place called the Dreaming House...and the proprietor of the guest house suggested that all the water underneath us (Mexico City is built on an lake) was moving around, and that energy has to go somewhere...and the leader of the group did encourage us to record our dreams...so I dreamt!

I don't usually pay much attention to my dreams unless they repeat, but here they are.

Dream 1

A large mass of protesters were coming down Calle Liberdad (the street where the guest house is located). Voices, yells. Then, the police tear-gassed the protesters and stopped the demonstration.

--End of that dream---

Dream 2

I was working in the Trump administration (gosh -- I have trouble even typing that). Then, I betrayed and embarrassed him (yay me!).

Then, I reconnected with a former friend, who was now working in the resistance. I remember in the dream that we didn't connect as friends again -- more that we were working together. I also made a note that she was doing a fair amount of lip-smacking at me, lol.

Another friend from Atlanta (who I still keep in touch with) made a cameo appearance, but I don't remember much about that.

I remember driving in some sort of van with her and a team of developers who were writing and testing "information security" code as we rode, and I remember being frustrated at the slow pace of traffic and taking detours to try to speed the trip up.

And then we turned left onto a country lane that very much reminded me of a lane on my family's farm. It wasn't quite the same -- just had the same white quartz grit covering it, and the same large, erosion-preventing ditches across it that my dad digs with the tractor. I noticed the trees were not correct -- more jungle like, and not like the trees in the mid-Atlantic.

The dream had an expectancy to it, and also the feel of the beginning of a war.

---And that was the end of what I remember about that dream---

Dream 3

I was sitting having brunch with myself. Well, actually, I was having brunch with my Teotihuacán self -- a large see-through shadowy figure, with squarish shape, and a face like the carvings on the Quezalcoatl temple.

But he was me -- just a different version of me. I remember him being a very pleasant brunch partner, and being amused as he held a small tea-cup in his large, square, hard-to-see-hands, lol.

Then, the husband of the group leader (who was also a participant in our trip) plopped down and started having brunch with us.

---Then, I woke up because I had to go pee---

I like remembering my dreams.

The other night, I had a dream where I was sitting on a couch, watching TV at a gay bar. Mind you, there was no roof -- this was a sectional sofa with a large screen TV outside in the open.

I was sitting between 2 guys. The guy on the right was, appropriately, "Mr. Right". The guy on the left was "Mr. Right Now"...

Mr. Right was sandy blond, average to muscular build, quiet and rugged. Mr. Right Now was glassy eyed and dark haired and very demanding of my attention. As a matter of fact, Mr. Right Now wouldn't leave me alone until he got my contact information, and I remember thinking that I was wasting time talking to him when I really wanted to be talking to the guy on my right.

Mr. Right Now also had a kiss that was WAY TOO WET...In the end, I did get to talk to Mr. Right (on my right)...I remember that he made me feel emotionally safe. An interesting detail.

I don't remember anything else...it was a pretty vivid dream as they go.

Fitful sleep last night -- one bad dream followed by another! It was a night when waking up in the morning was a relief! There was one particular dream that I have almost no details about, only that I remember being in the deep forest alone with no light. And it was particularly uncomfortable.

After the next bizarre dream, I did manage to rouse myself to make some notes. FYI -- what follows is NOT a great story or anything -- just a collection of details about frustrating, gross and uncomfortable situations!

The dream opens with me searching for my airline baggage in a big pile in the middle of a small London square. The ground is dirt not asphalt, so maybe it is the 1800s. So yes, anachronistically there is airline baggage in the dirt of an 1800s London square. I am very frustrated because my checked bag is not in the pile.

Next I run into a former friend unexpectedly. She is also looking for her luggage, also seems frustrated and upon seeing me delivers an accusatory declaration that we keep meeting, and that at these accidental meetings I am interacting with her in a manner not to her liking for some reason. Her face is blotchy whereas I remember that she always had great skin tone!

Now, I'm standing on the side street at a covered shop entrance. There is a cop and two of his goons standing on the street keeping watch. I'm standing in the covered entrance while this mean looking, cloaked guy is feeling me up -- running his hands all over me. This is NOT a pleasant experience, and it seems I am only submitting to this gross touch because the cop has insisted. We both have all our clothes on, so it's not intimate, just gross.

Anyway, next the gross guy is gone, and I'm out on the street complaining to the cop. He is quite tall and broad-shouldered and appears to be Irish with gorgeous strawberry blond hair, a large nose and smallish mustache. He called one of the two goons by the name of Francis, and he orders them to go to the baggage to search.

The cop is one of those guys who does bad things and then acts apologetic for it. I remember rolling my eyes in the dream because I hate fake apologies!

Next I'm sitting down the street at a corner to get my bearings. This trip has started out on a very wrong note, and I need to decide what to do next now that I only have my carry-on bag and have lost my checked luggage.

Did I mention there are sick and dying people lying all around on the sidewalks? My first thought is that they have the plague, although I have no knowledge of plague symptoms.

One sick little girl attacks me, and her eyes are darting all around me looking for opportunities to steal the bag I am carrying. I fight her off and notice that her skin is putrid, yellow, and squishy and after our fight some of her flesh is trapped under my fingernails. I am grossed out now and wondering if I am going to be infected with whatever sickness they have!

And THAT is where the dream ended...and I woke up. The dreams really were not happy last night!

Had some weird dreams last night. Maybe it was the Full Moon? Maybe the gin? In any event, I woke up in the middle of last night having had this dream.

Statues

I was walking with my camera around a tourist site; a site which was a collection of statues -- kind of a 'statue theme park'. You can think of them like Greek and Roman statues -- tall, graceful, white granite sorts of affairs. There were lots of these statues around.

And here's the difference: the statues could move - like animatrons, repeating actions over and over. An example was a group of the statues were playing bocce ball, meaning they were repeatedly walking up, tossing their ball, and then retreating backwards, only to repeat the same ball tossing sequence over and over and over.

Of course even in my dreams, like real life, I had to pee, and I saw the bathrooms. Both bathrooms were open-air, with no privacy, and not easily distinguishable. So, I go over to the first open-air stone patio "bathroom" and saw slits in the ground (presumably for squatting over), and the inscriptions were about women. So, I crossed the way to the other open-air stone patio "bathroom", which had a shallow moving pond and inscriptions about men. This was presumably the men's bathroom.

It was getting dark by this point. While I was standing there peeing in the pond and watching the bocce ball statues play their game, the lights dimmed, and the statues slowly ground to a halt. I zipped up, and then suddenly there was this tall, thin, expressionless man in a jacket silently pointing me in the direction of the exit. I guess the show was over.

Walk to the Parking Lot

As I'm walking up the asphalt pathway back to the parking lot, I hear this rhytmic thumping coming up behind me. I startle and turn around, and it'a tall, thin guy (not the same one) walking. It turns out this guy had a wooden leg, so every other step made a thump noise on the asphalt.

I started walking again, but the thumping constantly made me peer back, and the guy finally got tired of me, I guess, and quickly walked past me on the way to the bus in the parking lot. He trotted on ahead of me, thumpety-thumpety-thump, got on the bus, and then the bus started up and LEFT! I ran yelling for the bus to stop, but it never stopped.

So here I was, all alone at dusk in the parking lot and feeling all FML.

Road

First thing I did was text sisters letting them know to call the cops if I didn't check in every hour or so.

I remember thinking that the wooden leg guy purposely did not tell the bus driver to stop, even though he knew I was still on the path. And the bus driver now had the correct number of people on the bus, so he was able to leave. So, this all felt like a set up.

I left the parking lot and started walking down the road, looking at maps on my phone to figure out where to go, and then I called the Lyft service to come pick me up. It was a pretty rural area, so the nearest Lyft car was like 17 miles away, so it was going to be an expensive ride.

I continue walking, and then a car pulls off the road, and a guy gets out and offers me a ride. I decline since I have already called Lyft and knew where I was going. And I have decided by this point that the guy has a bad vibe.

Then he rushes me, slashes my throat, and I die.

~ The End ~

Postscript

I told you it was a slasher dream, lol! And I guess after I died was a good place for me to wake up, because there is no more left to that dream.

I don't mind dying in a dream -- I've done that plenty, and I think it's usually associated with some change in my life (death of the old, birth of of the new sort of thing).

And the primary purpose of the dream seems to have been in the statues tourist site and walking to the parking lot -- it was the longest part of the dream. Particularly, the bocce ball playing statues took up a lot of time. The end part on the road was quick and painless, lol!

I tend to have uncomfortable, and sometimes weird, dreams when I sleep on my back...and last night was no exception.

Without any specific reason to, I dreamed about my mom having dementia. In the dream, she couldn’t remember me or my siblings — only very infrequently to the point when she was actually remembering me, I got up and called my sisters into the room, so they could experience the brief lucidity also.

And the dream sequence turned onto a time when my youngest sister was in the same situation — of being in the room with my mom during a period of lucidity. Her choice was to enjoy the time with mom by herself, lol! And that made sense also, since she is closer to my mom than the other siblings.

I don't recall particularly worrying about my parents last night, but I suppose there is something lurking in my subconscious about it!

Such weird dreams last night!

A guy (whom I don' t know in real life) showed up in three different vignettes...Each of the vignettes was uncomfortable for a different reason.

First, I'm inside a house with a sun room that opens onto a pool. The guy comes in from the pool and proceeds to disrobe in front of me...Every dream has 'rules', and according to the rules of this dream, this guy was otherwise involved (so not available to me) but I was very interested in him. So the uncomfortable part of this dream was pretending not to be interested in him as he stood naked talking to me.

Second vignette of the triptych was a scene from real life, but played out in my dream, where a customer my company had been entertaining got stranded at a bus stop at Disney -- we were on the bus, but the doors closed and the customer was left behind. The 'dream guy' played the part the customer in this vignette.

Last vignette was at a bar, and I was sitting beside the guy at a table while the group drank brandy (?)...and the discomfort in this scene was some serving issue.

It's weird to have 1 guy show up in 3 different sorts of vignettes, but even more odd to remember the dreams!

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"O seguro morreu de velho, mas o desconfiado ainda está vivo." -- "The safe one died of old age, but the suspicious one is still living."

Queer, (mostly) vegetarian, Buddhist-Pagan who lives with a very old Mulberry

Entries tagged with dreams

Seldcuþ Swefn

Weird Dream

And updating with dreams from last night:

Dream 1

Dream 2

What I Lost

Dream 1

Dream 2

Dream 3

Statues

Walk to the Parking Lot

Road

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