Date of dream: Thursday, March 17, 2005
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Jess Mariano (from the TV show Gilmore girls) was there, being my best friend Sibylle's boyfriend.
Only Sibylle was Rory (from GG). And there was stuff, a whole complicated, dramatic story, the way
my dreams normally go, but at some point, after something had gone wrong and I was feeling low, I
wanted to find out what it's like to sleep in the same bed with a guy, so I asked Jess. Who was
tempted by turned me down, thinking that I was hitting on him (which, in a way, I was - totally out
of character for me) and then there was mini-drama, bad conscience and confessions. Quite a soap
opera, actually.
And then there was something with two princes from Arabia, and me trying to set Sibylle/Rory up with
the good one, instead of the bad one, since she was some kind of princess and everyone was always
nice to her, no matter whether they'd be good for her or not. And Howie Dorough (from the Backstreet
Boys) was there, my best friend in this dream, who no one knew whether he was gay or straight. But I
was in love with him, and in the end someone made him realize that, by talking in metaphors about
not knowing that what one is looking for is right in front of one, literally using a mirror, and I
woke up curled up in his lap...
Additional Comments:
Only fragments again. Dreamed all kinds of stuff, partly certainly inspired by my watching Gilmore
Girls on tape practically daily... In reality I have only shared the bed with a guy once, with an
almost-stranger after a New Year's party - and the guy had his feet in my face, so it doesn't count.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, March 09, 2005
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First there was something about a class trip (?) to Italy. Driving in a car/bus, getting used to
seeing cars drive on the right again (because I just came from Britain). Staying in an old castle or
something, in the middle of nowhere. A discussion about where to buy water from, whether in the
small store on the premises or whether it'd be worth it to walk to the next village store. I
remember being right in the middle of the discussion and people actually listening to me. Stefan B.
(bully type guy from primary school) even agreed with me about something. There's much more, but I
can't grasp it.
Then I'm the wife of some small king, who goes bancrupt. The marriage was unhappy, arranged, and
until then we had apparently hardly seen each other, but now, traveling around looking for new
accomodation (with some lawyer/advisor-type old blokes meddling in everything), we suddenly discover
that we like each other. There's surprised talks about how no one would have thought that
this bancruptcy would not end in the end of a puppet king and his fake life, but how it makes him
care - and that, contrary to what his advisors think, this fake marriage might just turn real.
We're both amazed to discover that we're actually in love with each other. There's flirting and
hugging and casual touching. He's a big man, wonderful to lean against, curl up with. His voice is
lovely, too - all deep, with a gorgeous laugh. I think we speak English.
We go flat hunting in Italy (Florence, Rome) - I insist we check out Venice, although the advisor
guy thinks the run-down city isn't appropriate for a king. But we find an absolutely gorgeous
apartment in an old people - it's dark and cozy, but it also has a giant courtyard with a glass
roof, so it'd be lots of sunlight for my SAD. We (and another couple - friends, who think our
new-found relationship is both funny and romantic) walk around, knowing that this is it. The
previous owners were a gay couple, I see their photo.
We rest on a couch in the room with the glass roof, my head on his stomach, touching, laughing about
our timing. Then, before the advisors return, I go to the bathroom - through the bedroom, which
looks as if the owner has just gone to work, and I feel funny walking around in someone else's home.
I lock the bathroom door, but the other woman (a lovely, slim dark-haired girl Ã? la Frances
O'Connor, who I saw in 'About Adam' last night) can walk in anyway to water some flowers, which she
laughs off but which I don't like.
Then it's a change of perspective, I think - I'm him now, the king, and I (the wife) have been
kidnapped. I'm worried sick, and furious because it's a plot of the advisors to keep me in line. I
have to go to Cannes, to the red carpet and be their puppet for them to return her to me. But before
I can discover whether they'll be reunited, I wake up.
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There were two parts to the dream - or maybe two dreams, who knows.
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Date of dream: Monday, March 07, 2005
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Only remember the tail bits of my dream again. For some reason me and my friend Sandra (although
sometimes I think it was Sibylle) had climbed over the walls of some huge castle ruin and were
hiding out, looking for my friend Märrie, who we were supposed to meet. Slowly people began to file
in, so we could look around more openly, pretending that we had bought a ticket like everyone else.
Sandra/Sibylle had never seen Märrie, but I had described her, so at one point she thought she'd
recognized her. She even said 'hi' to this girl, who looked a bit like her but not really, only to
discover that she knew her from class. While they had been talking, I had been unsure for a moment
whether I still remembered what Märrie looked like. But then I saw Märrie, with luggage, and we
walked her to the tram stop (Allschwil Dorf it was, I think).
For some reason she helped me with the bag I suddenly had, despite having two suitcases of her own.
The reason for this became clear when we were in the tram and the announcement sign, which normally
reads 'Next Stop blablabla' read something like 'This is it, it's your time to die'. I settled
Märrie and Sandra in the tram and then I think I apologized for not being able to help with the
luggage. Märrie looked at me and said: "Are you dying?"
"I think I have to - the sign said it's time." I was feeling strangely detached as I sat waiting.
But instead of dying, Märrie and Sandra/Sibylle helped me out of the tram, telling me not to carry
anything and that maybe I didn't have to die. And although it was the next stop, I was still alive,
although weak -- but I still expected to drop dead any moment. I worried about how Märrie would
react when I suddenly died while she was supporting me. Then I woke up.
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