Date of dream: Tuesday, March 09, 2010
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Lucid Intent? No
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I think I was starting to work for a little shop owned by someone I knew (a man and his mother?). It was dark and maybe stormy?
I was opening bags like metallic potato chip bags, but inside each was a kitten. I guess I was hurrying so the kittens wouldn't suffocate in their bags. I got to hold several little kittens... most were gray tabbies, but some were black and white, with a few that were all black. I was enjoying it.
Maybe this was later, but I also remember being about to cross a street (with my little girls?), but it became stairs (I do remember wandering the old house that was attached to the storefront), and someone had spilled a bunch of helpless mini-animals on the stairs where they might get trampled, so I also spent some time carefully plucking up teeny yellow ducklings smaller than a fingernail so they could be put away. I think the old woman was helping. I think she was kind of grumpy.
Maybe it was a black kitten I wanted, but I'm remembering it as a stuffed gorilla, with accessories, like a collector's toy... it would cost $30 and I would have to work and save for a long time to take it home (seemed familiar like I already had a collection started)... but I held it in my hands while all the rest were in big plastic boxes, being put away on the shelves. They wouldn't notice it had even been there if I took it now. I held it below the counter and said goodbye, it was time for me to go home.
The owner started talking to me, and I guess the gorilla thing disappeared from the dream because I was a little nervous talking with him, but now it was because I was attracted to him. He walked me out but we turned a corner and he came close and kind of backed me into a wall. His eyes were bright and nervous, too, and he said something ("You must know how I feel about you" or something like that) and leaned in and kissed me gently.
I was surprised and pleased. I don't remember anything else except that I was thinking that wow, maybe I've still got it. I hadn't even tried to attract him, even though I liked him. I had just been around, not for long, not flirting, and he still came to me and kissed me. It was surprising and contradicted what I had come to think about myself (frumpy, invisible) and it made me feel good about myself again, and familiar to myself again.
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I've been sick with a stomach thing and a sore throat / headache. I'd gone to bed around 11 last night, but had to get up at 7 and help the kids get ready for school, but then I went back to bed and slept till noon. I think I dreamed this one sometime this morning, but I'm not sure.
I don't remember enough to give this its own entry, but I also dreamed that Emi and I were planning our wedding, and I remember glass bowls with a dragonfly motif, and something else with the same dragonfly motif. I remember thinking "OMG this is my wedding! Emi's going to marry me!" and being very excited and happy. Maybe I'd been dreaming wedding stuff in relation to my friend, Heather, who is currently planning hers. She did loom large in my mind when I thought of her after I woke, like she had been in the dreams. But then, I had been reading her (non-wedding-related) LJ entry about spiritual stuff right before I went to bed.
I like to think the dragonflies, which signify transition, all over my wedding stuff, mean that change is possible and even coming, enabling a happy relationship and sustainable commitment.
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Date of dream: Thursday, October 29, 2009
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I had a strange and lovely dream while napping yesterday. I don't remember much, but someone (Ren/Emi/Dad?) was making beautiful candies (pink! yellow! fondant! filling!), and when (I/one of my daughters) asked what they were for, he said something about how he felt we ought to give (Mom/me/Dad) a nice Welcome Home. I was all "Aaahhh, yes, how nice. We're SOOOO happy (s/he) is coming home!!!" Part of my nice feeling was that it was Ren making candies for me because he knows I love sweets, and making artful things as a gift and a family celebration, and being happy I was coming, and part was being happy that my dad was returning.
When Dad is in my dreams, he's usually back from the dead, and I'm all "Yay you're alive again!"
But he said "Mom" so that either means me, or my mom, but she blended with my dad, so it was like... yay my parent is coming back! And I felt deep love for her/him.
Anyway, then I was thinking about the lovely house we were in, with quilts and pretty curtains (all the quilty and sewn decor had me rapturous and comfortable)... and dolls I kept finding (and naming in a pop-up field, video-game style)... and how I hadn't been enjoying it and I should go sit in that beautiful corner of the light-drenched (living room/dining room?) with a book and some tea and enjoy it, for we might move out before long. How had I overlooked enjoying my favorite spot in the house for so long?!
I woke up trying to type in the name of the doll I'd just found... I was trying to type "Naamah" but I couldn't see very well and kind of ended up typing "Namaha" and so I started singing the Sheila Chandra song (but couldn't hit any of the notes AT ALL - weird) and adding "Shiva" on the end. I was all, yeah, that's just as good of a name!
I wonder if I woke myself dream-singing. Perhaps I couldn't hit the notes because my vocal chords were asleep and paralyzed. Heh.
But that might have been when I woke and found my daughter sitting right behind me petting a cat. She might have woken me.
Nice to have a pleasant, warm & fuzzy dream for once, though.
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The house was pretty big, and very beautiful. Might have even been a fancy, high-end cabin, so to speak, in the mountains. Not something I have ever lived in. But in the dream it was my home, and familiar. It's not at all familiar now that I'm awake.
Even when it became video-gamish, it didn't occur to me that I was dreaming. I just thought I was playing a game. Well, sort of. As I found the dolls I knew I was going to get to keep them, and whatever other treasures the house held.
Oh and it was alternately daytime (with the sunny room) and night-time (when it was like a game), and dusk or dawn (when I was looking at candies). The time of day just did whatever it wanted, whenever.
I'm seldom lucid in my dreams, no matter how crazy.
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Date of dream: Monday, January 19, 2009
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It was like a movie... a man with grey hair... looked like Terence Stamp... was telling me how he was going to kill me. There was some part before where I ended up putting him and his accomplice into the bay with me, but we swam out, and then it was only him and me.
He had me in an apartment (my home?) and I remember being cornered as he came at me, and putting my legs up to kick him off... but he didn't attack me. I felt rather helpless, though. He proceeded to tell me about how he was going to put me in this suitcase and throw me into Puget Sound (right outside the window, the water we had already fallen into).
He showed me how he was practicing my handwriting for a suicide note, with all these bits of paper. I was horrified. So I quickly grabbed a red crayon and scribbled out "not my handwriting" and then in front of that, "puget sound suicide note" and I slipped it into the sheaf of other papers.
Also while he was busy, I found my pottery tools and slipped a sharp thing or two into the inner pockets of the suitcase. I was thinking "lockpicks" or "cut my way out" but I think I was really hating the thought of defending myself by cutting him with them. Maybe I wanted to be thrown into the water before escaping, so he'd think I was dead and would never bother me again. But I also felt really helpless and kind of figured my little pokey things wouldn't do much more than annoy him.
Then he turned into my waking-life boyfriend, the way dreams will do, and I was bewildered why my love hated me and wanted to kill me! That was hurting.
Someone came over, a female friend (Karlyn I think), I only saw her legs and feet as she sat down and was talking, because I was sneaking around a corner... I heard him say something about her perfume, how he thought he had smelled cinnamon, and dammit, he's allergic... so while he spoke to her and dealt with his reaction, I took advantage of his distraction and slipped out the front door.
I ran down the hall and screamed for help, and that the man in 404 was trying to kill me! He heard me but I didn't wait around for his reaction. A housekeeper (maybe it was a hotel then) heard me and radioed someone... I ran down the stairs still screaming so everyone would hear, and got to the first floor, found the office, went in... and a bunch of people (employees? Owners? Cops?) were in there. They pulled me in, I was safe, but I heard them speaking on the phone to my kids!
Suddenly my kids were in the dream, I had left them up there with the killer! Stupid me, I had forgotten to get them out with me! I wasn't sure if he'd harm them, it seemed he only wanted to kill me. I listened to the cops tell my kids to act normal, that I was safe, and they were coming to get them.
Then the dream went less coherent, and he packed up and left before the cops came up. He left a few words on those pieces of paper. I was reunited with my kids.
There was a movie-like voice-over as I talked about plans to move away so he couldn't find us again, as I walked over a rocky causeway (reminded me of Antelope Island). Then I found my kids over one side, playing down in a marshy area. I walked down another rocky bit across from them, asked what they were doing. They were trying to get to something, and said they couldn't walk back the way they'd come, because of the (lavender?). It was one of the words he'd left behind. Sera tried to show me what she was trying to get, and called it (Mephisto?) Another of the words. I think it was a book. But in the swamp? Sera started wading toward me but also back up to the causeway, but it went even deeper. I yelled at her to stop, stay right there, don't try to get back until I get over there. She stopped and waited. I was running back up the way I'd come so I could go down where they had walked. I was wondering if it was a trap he had set.
Then my cat woke me.
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I was annoyed at my cat for waking me. You'd think I'd be grateful. But I'd categorize this as a bad dream, not a nightmare. I didn't feel panicked or scared, just kinda creeped out. It was like a movie, even though it was me and my kids in it. Not that I knew it was a dream. Maybe I wanted to see if I saved the kids, or have the chance to save them. Heh, stupid cat.
Also, my boyfriend is not really allergic to cinnamon.
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