Date of dream: Thursday, July 31, 2003
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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I had an odd dream with Tom Berenger and the Mackinac Bridge last night but I think that was because I watched Peacemakers on USA. Why the Mackinac Bridge keeps popping up, I have no clue. I even laughed in my dream because I thought it was so funny how the bridge should appear in the background in Tom Berenger's period piece--"That is so out of place! They're going to have to edit that out!" The thing is, the filming seemed to be taking place in the old On Cue parking lot in Petoskey...
[Note: In the dream, I appeared to be one of the actors or extras on the set of Tom Berenger's movie/TV show. The filming seemed to be in a parking lot similar to one in Petoskey, but it had a distant view of the Mackinac Bridge. While we were standing around I started craning my neck, purposefully looking for the bridge in the background to see if it would need to be edited out; and sure enough, there it was. I also saw cars parked around and felt that there would be a lot that needed to be edited for the show to be accurate. For some reason this amused me.]
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Date of dream: Friday, July 25, 2003
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This dream is from my regular sleep.
I was riding downtown headed home with somebody, probably Ma, when I looked to my left and noticed big Ferris wheels spinning on the fairground--much bigger than it would have been possible for me to see in such detail. "I didn't know the fair was here already!" I exclaimed, wanting to go see it; and then suddenly, I was there on the fairgrounds, with some girl friends of mine who I had known from school.
We were walking around in a group and we approached some of the Ferris wheels. I think there was the regular one, but then there were special ones which did more than just go around and around, vertically. There was one whose seats spun around while it went, and the one we went on, if not the same one, turned the seats upside-down while it rotated. In real life I would NEVER go on a ride like this. But I did in the dream and I ended up sitting beside this older lady (blondish shoulder-length hair, in her forties maybe, not fat but a little schlumpy; vaguely like the mother from That '70s Show (Debra Jo Rupp)). She was on my right and it was overcast outside. The ride started moving and I kept getting turned upside-down; this really REALLY made me anxious, but I gripped onto the bars and told myself that maybe, if I just relaxed and stared forward rather than looking back and up (REALLY bad things to do on a fair ride if you're afraid of heights), I could tolerate it and it would be fun. I tried to convince myself I was in no real danger, and relaxed a bit.
The ride started to slow just as we were turned upside-down, and even though I seemed to be just a few feet above the ground, nearer the front of the ride, I had a terror of falling out as I felt myself slipping from my seat. I think the lady grabbed hold of my arm or something though, so I stayed put until the seat was righted and we were allowed to get off. The other girls started gaggling around while I went to the lady--we didn't even know each other--and thanked her profusely for what she'd done.
I was kind of laughing and joking nervously the whole time. "Thanks for keeping hold of me like that," I said. "You probably saved my life!"
She looked at me with some surprise before saying something like, "Oh, if we'd fallen out I could have used your body as a landing device to break my own fall! I should probably be thanking you!" (Hinting that my body was soft and fatty, so she could safely land on me.) So it turns out she hadn't rescued me SOLELY to rescue me, she'd had it in mind that I could help her if she fell out, too!
In real life this would have been a terrible insult, twice so, but in the dream I didn't take offense. I think I felt a little embarrassed at kind of misguessing her motives, but there was no harm done and we both laughed, albeit a bit awkwardly. Whatever her idea had been I still appreciated that she had helped me, and I guess that if I could have made a nice landing device for her, well then, I would have said you're welcome right back! :)
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Date of dream: Friday, July 25, 2003
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This dream is from my nap. It took me a while to get to sleep, so this and the following dream took place in under an hour.
I wanted Ma to do my hair. It was late at night, possibly after she'd returned from the casino (she goes to the casino in real life on Thursday nights and doesn't get home until late). My hair didn't go in right the first time so I went to get a better hair tie. I think I looked in the bathroom, but the two black ties in there were either way stretched out or broken. (I think the one I was using had broken too.) So I went to the new pack of hair ties in my room and retrieved those, only to find that they were all of funky new experimental sorts that would NEVER work properly--why had people even come up with such things!
I started crying loudly and left my room to show these to Ma out of protest. She just sat silently in the computer chair while I came in and threw the ties onto the floor in frustration. (I was being very childish, although in real life I often am, when it comes to my hair.) I picked them up and started showing them to her, crying the entire time, explaining what was wrong with each one.
(In real life last week, I think, I saw some ties at the store and instead of having the little metal clasp which holds them together, they were GLUED together, heat sutured or something; I had remarked that such ties would NEVER hold, and got the old-fashioned ones instead. I think this influenced the dream.)
"This is the brand I always use to tie up my hair!" I cried. "And now all they sell is these stupid ones that will never work!" I pulled out one and gave it to her for inspection. I'm not sure if I explained what was wrong, or just showed them to her. One of them, rather than being a loop, was a loop that the person did up themselves--you could open it and close it by sticking one end into the other, and VELCRO would attach the two! There was like a little bit of fuzz on the "stick-in" end which was meant to stick to the rest of the Velcro in the receptive end, inside some kind of little cylindrical opening with a hole in it. It was so stupid! I tossed that down and showed her another. I think it was glued or sutured together like the ones in real life. I tossed that down and pulled out another, which was similar to the first; instead of being made of rubber encased in cloth/thread/fiber, it was like a piece of cloth itself, with no filling, soft and flattened (hollow, like an unstuffed pillow) and stretchy like material used for sweatsuits. I think it too was an adjustable one and these seemed to be in shades of powder blue and pale gray. I can't remember what was wrong with the others, but NONE of them would have worked. I was so upset, because I knew I wouldn't be able to find THIS PARTICULAR BRAND in the metal-clasp type that I liked. Annoying! An idiot must have designed these.
I think I left the room in a fit, going to the bathroom and envisioning what I'd look like with my hair done up, just some of it in a tail and the rest left hanging, kind of messy like. I imagined Sailor Jupiter's/Lita's hair from Sailor Moon, how she wears a ponytail but has bangs and some strands dangling in front of her ears, but the look just wouldn't carry for me. I envisioned myself in profile with some of my hair up in back and the rest hanging down and I looked HORRENDOUS, even worse than I would in real life. My hair was all dried and frizzy and hung down so it looked like I had no back to my head (in real life this is almost so--I have a pronounced, squarish forehead and not enough curvature to the back of my skull so I look kind of Frankenstein monsterish :( ). I felt awful. Still, I tried putting in my hair loosely (it was dry and curly, like it is when I've just woken up--otherwise my hair is mostly straight) to see what it would look like and if I could do it in a way that looked presentable. I've always been jealous of women who can carry off having their hair put up kind of messy and STILL look good. How do they do it?
It was like I was working on the back of someone ELSE'S head, for I had a good view of it from behind and could use both hands unfettered! How odd. I think I just ran my fingers through the hair rather than brushed it, and tried looping the tie around it, the hair semi-messy, to see what it would look like. I tried to force myself to refrain from smoothing out small lumps because in real life my hair has to be PERFECTLY smooth when it's put up, and this is a great source of frustration since only my mom can do that. I pulled it all up and started to gather it into a tail, but noticed a big hunk of it kind of hanging out on the bottom right; I scooped that up as well and now there were two SMALLER parts, like bangs kind of, hanging out over the back of the neck. (The neck was thin and white, almost like a mannequin's.) I told myself to ignore those as some of the hair was too short to fit in the tail, obviously, though I did scoop up one more little bit which probably wouldn't be long enough to make it into the tie, and then I think I tied the hair up into a tail.
This entire time the hair had been medium brown, long, and curly. As soon as I did this, however, it was this ugly brown-streaked blond, seemed much shorter and straighter, and was plastered down as if with water. Also, the tail I had just put in was just about nonexistent; there was only a TINY little tail! I knew I had put it in loosely and some of the hair had probably escaped the tie, but still, where had it all gone?? It was impossible for someone with as much hair as I have to have such a tiny tail. I tried tightening it to lengthen the tail a few times but without luck. Confused, I went into the bathroom (if I wasn't already in there?) to look at myself in the mirror.
ACK!! Once I got a look at myself I recoiled. I was HIDEOUS! This hairstyle was so awful...it was like a very short bob, curling out at the bottom, going only down to my neck. Ugly streaked color, and plastered down like a nerd's hair would be. Parted in the middle but with bangs falling over my forehead. There was still the even tinier tail in back, also rather plastered down. It was so bad it looked like a MOCK parody hairstyle! I made an awful face and this belief was just confirmed; I looked like I should have braces and play the part of an ugly little girl on Mad TV or something. Ugh! I did this a few times and tried to convince myself that, hey, if I'm this ugly, I can just make a joke out of it, but no, I could not stand how horrendous I looked. It was just too freaky. I turned to look at myself in profile (I could get a perfect profile, unlike in real life) and suddenly my NOSE was so tiny it was almost like I had none! I had two views of myself, like the mirror image and my real face, and ascertained that my nose was in fact regular size (though still smaller than in real life); but in my mirror image it was so TINY and made me look even worse because my face was now just about flat, from forehead to chin. Ick! Then I grinned and my mirror face took on a caricature appearance, like a rough cartoon sketch; it's hard to describe since I got the feeling it was kind of like a sculpture, in weird colors like burgundy and such, maybe made out of wood or shell or something; it had tiny dot eyes and a big grinning mouth (in profile) which was cut out of the rest, kind of a crescent-moon shape. That wasn't quite so freaky as it was weird, and I turned forward again.
I decided to take my hair down and just have Ma do it the regular way after all. I had to find a good tie somewhere. :( I pulled out the tiny little flattened-down tail from behind (again getting a view I would not have in real life) and there STILL was not much hair there; then I started brushing it out, and it came down in long dark blond (almost curly) waves (in real life I have brown hair, and when it had been up in the dream it had been ugly brown-and-blond streaked). Well, at least it had gotten longer again! I think I was going to go out and have Ma try to put it up once more, but that dream ended and/or shifted into the next.
If they were not the same dream, this might have then shifted into "The Hall Of Good & Evil."
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