Date of dream: Thursday, July 29, 2004
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4249 times.
I came out into the living room from wherever I had been and thought that I heard it raining outside; at least, the road sounded wet when cars went by. It was overcast yet daytime, maybe early afternoon or late evening. Dad was in the room and I asked, "Has it been raining?"
I can't remember what Dad's answer was, but I went to look out the front porch door to see for myself. In real life, this leads out onto a little stoop with an iron railing on the right and the side of the house on the left; it goes down a few steps to a little sidewalk, and the yard is to the right. So it was kind of weird that in my dream, it appeared to have rained so hard that the porch stoop was flooding, yet the yard itself, a couple of feet below it, wasn't. It's like the water was sticking to the porch itself.
I opened the door to get a better look outside and there was this scummy water washing along the top of the stoop and toward the threshold. I was very curious about this but when I noticed how dangerously close it was getting to coming inside, I shut the door; I didn't want water, especially scummy water, coming in. Yet as soon as I closed the door the water started seeping under it and over the floor! At least the water seemed to be clean now, not scummy, but I kept backing away and backing away and backing away as it slowly crept further into the room. Yikes!
Dad asked something--I think he knew that the water was flooding into the house and he may have asked, "How far has it gotten?" I was backed over as far as the chair in the corner, near the encyclopedia shelf, which was all the way at the opposite side of the room from the porch door, and I pointed down at the creeping water frantically.
"It's made it all the way over here!" I cried.
Now--this was by no means a horrid, filling-up-the-entire-room flood. It was just a little wash of water spreading from beneath the door, across to the chair! It wasn't even in the rest of the room yet! But we knew that it was a flood nonetheless. In fact I think as the dream progressed the water did begin to creep around the rest of the floor, or at least part of it, probably closer to the door (like near the couch, in the south side of the room). We knew we weren't in danger, but we knew that things could get damaged so we got moving. We started hurriedly placing everything we could in a higher position so hopefully nothing important would suffer water damage.
I seem to remember us moving some things on the shelf below the mantel, or on the mantel itself, up higher somewhere, which is odd since that's not exactly near the floor, but it made sense in the dream. The room seemed less cluttered, as if the footstool were not there, or maybe the floor space was bigger. In real life, I have lots of stacks of videocassette tapes sitting around the VCR--and these are raised up from the floor by a few feet too, but in the dream some stacks were on the floor, and some were up higher in their usual place; some were even higher up on a shelf above the VCR, like in real life. I was afraid Dad was going to complain about the tapes since they are so messy, and thought he would not help me move them. But he started picking up some stacks which were sitting in the window beside the VCR, and moved them up to the higher shelf above it.
I got a little anxious because even though they appear messy, I keep some of these tapes in a certain order, and Dad had just indiscriminately moved some--now when I needed them I would have to go looking all over through the stacks again. (What a dumb thing to worry about during a flood!) But I said nothing. I just wondered...why did he move those tapes? Because in the dream, there was a clean open space on the floor to the right of the VCR (in fact it was almost like the VCR and its stand weren't even there), and down on the floor--I even remember seeing the little wall shelf hanging over the wooden floor--there were some videocassettes in little stacks as well. THOSE tapes were in far greater danger of being damaged than were the ones which had already been sitting up in the window, a couple of feet above the floor. Why hadn't Dad moved THOSE tapes first, and then the others, which weren't even likely to get wet? I think I was about to move the tapes on the floor to a higher spot as well. At last I seemed to be realizing the pointlessness of us moving things which were already elevated, but I never questioned it too much. It just made more sense in the dream, I suppose. I even wondered if perhaps Dad had not moved those tapes and neglected the others out of spite. :/
Well, I think it was still as we were doing this that the flood, such as it was, began to recede--it had never even come all the way across the floor (though perhaps while moving things we'd splashed around in it a little, I can't remember). We paused to wait for it to go. That hadn't been so bad.
I think it was this same dream; I then got the idea, or maybe Dad came up with it, to call Ma (at work?) and ask her to pick us up something to eat. Dad wanted a Dairy Queen Moolatte; I had one of those in real life a couple of weeks ago and it was FANTASTIC. I was puzzled that he wanted one (Dad's not big on ice cream novelties or coffee novelties), but I wanted one too. In my dream they had three different flavors: hazelnut, chocolate or mocha (can't remember which--I seemed to say chocolate, though it was probably mocha), and French vanilla. In real life, I think they have three flavors, but I'm pretty sure those aren't the three; they DO have mocha, but I can't remember the other two. As I walked through the kitchen (maybe taking a roundabout way into the dining room to reach the phone?)--it was all dim now, like overcast late afternoon with the lights off--I called out, "What kind do you want?--hazelnut, chocolate/mocha, or French vanilla?"
I can't remember what flavor Dad wanted, if he even answered. I was still deciding what flavor I wanted, and anticipating how great it would taste, when I believe I awoke.
Real-life ties: We've been suffering telephone/Internet problems, and haven't yet determined the source nor the cause of the trouble; my worry is that it could be the phone line going bad, or the electricity itself, which has been going bad in this part of the house for quite a while now; and we do not have the money to fix such a thing. Dad alternates between insisting it's not my fault, and blaming the computer or me and threatening to either get rid of the computer, or discontinue our Internet service completely. (He likes to threaten things like this, especially when bills get tight...we've already been as careful as we can be regarding turning things off when we're not using them, so I really can't think of anything else we can cut from our budget without suffering.) Seeing as the Internet is my only contact with the outside world, this situation makes me greatly anxious, and the feeling I had in the dream--of watching the water spread and threaten to take over the house, as well as of Dad possibly neglecting some of my tapes on purpose--made me think, on awaking, of my anxiety over the spread of the electrical problems to the rest of the house, and Dad not caring about what I care about. In addition, when I first opened and then closed the porch door I remember having the fear that Dad would blame me for letting the water in--as if I could have prevented it anyway! But that's just the way he is, in real life; he'll blame anybody for anything, no matter how unavoidable a situation is.
Also in real life, I've been drinking some Cappuccino Coolers, which are a powdered drink you mix with cold milk; they come in three flavors, French Vanilla, Hazelnut, and Chocolate. I've been wanting Chocolate but Wal-Mart only carries the first two kinds. I think the Moolattes in my dream for some reason took their flavors from this particular drink.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4313 times.
This dream contains some adult themes.
This is rather sad...since this dream was quite vivid while I was having it, and immediately after jumping out of bed--literally--I remembered lots of details. I can usually remember dreams pretty well up to a few hours after having them, without taking notes...but for some reason this dream faded VERY quickly, so much so that a mere half hour or so later, when I wrote the details down, I had forgotten much of it! :( I can't think of why such a vivid dream faded much more quickly than usual for me...*sigh*
Well, as for what I do remember...which is woefully little, by now...I was to undergo some sort of punishment for adultery, I believe. This dream was strange because I'm not even sure who I was or if this was real or just roleplaying; it seemed to be both, and I seemed to be different people at different times. Primarily I was myself, but at one point I either was or was at least pretending to be a male character of mine, an Apsiu (a humanoid race I created) named Lieutenant Hiath'ikh. This is doubly weird because if the charge WAS adultery, it makes no sense if I was Hiath'ikh, as the Apsiu don't recognize marriage and besides, Hiath'ikh is gay. So...not sure about that one. :/ I seemed to be roleplaying Hiath'ikh more than actually being him.
There was more leading up to this, but my memory picks up with me being in my bedroom--enhancing the roleplaying aspect, though this did seem to be real at times--kneeling sometimes on the floor, and sometimes on my bed, and I was naked with my arms bound behind my back. This alternated too. At some point I seemed to be lying on my stomach on my bed, awaiting my punishment (more on that soon); but mostly I seemed to be kneeling on my floor. And my arms weren't really bound so much as I was holding them behind my back waiting for them to be bound. I even remember positioning my wrists behind me in different ways to see which would be the best way to have my arms tied. Again with the roleplaying. There were supposed to be people around me, my punishers, but I don't remember actually seeing them. And my attitude throughout this entire dream was one of resignation and even curiosity rather than of fear and humiliation, as I know I would feel awaiting punishment while kneeling here stark naked!
At some point as I knelt facing toward my door--roughly east--I turned and to my left, instead of the great mess that is the main part of my room, I saw a big full-length mirror stationed beside me. And I could see myself, kneeling and naked. I never saw my face; it was as if my hair were longer and darker and trailing forward, possibly hiding it, though I could still see everything else clearly. And my body looked strange. My skin wasn't the right color; it was almost grayish, yet not in a sickly way...I can't say it was coppery, but it was like a platinum tinge, like I was some sort of different ethnicity. Can't explain it. And I seemed to be wet, only the wetness was so evenly dispersed over me as to make me look as if I had been bronzed or coated with some sort of oil. I had this SHEEN to me as if I were sweating, yet not in a disgusting, smelly way; you know how swimsuit models will have that gleaming look to their skin as if they are damp, yet the water isn't beading up on them? That's how I looked--all of me. And I had a long torso. I noticed that my potbelly was gone and my weight looked normal! That surprised me, since in real life I have lots of weight settled in my stomach, hips, thighs, and behind, but here in this mirror I had this long flexible torso and actually looked to be of normal weight. I wondered where my potbelly had gone. Then I think I stretched myself upright, and then slouched again, and my potbelly appeared at last. But it still wasn't as big as I'd thought, and it even looked normal, with the rest of my body still being so much thinner. How strange that I seemed more attractive now. I sensed my face would look completely different too, like a model's face. My arms were behind my back the entire time.
Anyway, as I said, I was to undergo some sort of punishment, I think for adultery, though I can't be positive. I sense this was some sort of Islamic justice system. Somewhere in here I at least pretended to be Hiath'ikh and resigned myself to my fate. I bent over and looked down at my floor...the carpeting was the same as in real life, matted and rose colored, and beneath me--I would squish it if I were to lie down upon my belly--was a big black spider. Not like a tarantula, just a house spider, sitting in my shadow. I looked at this in curiosity. I didn't want to hurt it or anything. At some point in the dream I feel there was another spider and/or a scorpion nearby, and I felt mildly anxious of it biting/stinging me, but not overly so. There seemed to be random other details in this dream, but I've forgotten them. Some point near the end had to do with me reading/browsing through a magazine--I seemed to be in bed while I did this--and there were these two specific things in there which somehow had to do with the crime I had supposedly committed. One of these things was the automobile Ferrari--I had the thought that maybe whoever I was, Hiath'ikh, had been driving this kind of car while committing adultery or whatever, which is just plain stupid since Hiath'ikh's race lived in ancient times and like I said he's gay! But it wasn't so stupid in the dream; I don't know. I'm not even sure if that's what happened, that's just what I was hypothesizing. The other thing mentioned was some sort of small animal but I forget what it was...a ferret? Owl? All I know is it held some significance to me, at least in the dream, and it too had some bearing on what had happened before this.
(One detail which might or might not matter--a while after awaking I had the word firenze or something similar running through my head, and I associated it with this magazine and possibly with the Ferrari, as well as with the word fire. I assumed it was an Italian word meaning fire though I have no clue. I'm pretty sure I've seen the word firenze before but I can't remember where or what it means. I wrote this off as being merely a mental corruption of the word Ferrari, but I thought I'd take note of it anyway.)
Well...what punishment was I to receive for what I had done, anyway? I can't even remember--I think even in the dream I wasn't sure. It was to be a harsh punishment, judging by my naked and bound state. I sensed it was either going to be death by beheading or some sort of mutilation--if I were Hiath'ikh it would probably involve flaying my wings and making me a "Moru," or a slave (in the Apsiu culture I created, nonflyers are slaves, and the harshest punishment a Kana, or flying warrior, can receive is to have his wings flayed and make him into a slave, or Moru)--or else I was going to be raped or sodomized. By "sodomized," I automatically thought of some sort of anal penetration with a foreign object--sorry for the graphicness of this, but that's the exact thing I thought of. For some reason I never thought of vaginal penetration by a foreign object. Either death or anal sodomy seemed to be the most likely punishment I thought I would receive. I even imagined having to lie down on my stomach and take this punishment while still tied. Not a pleasant thought whatsoever, and in real life, this would fill me with dread, since sexual acts fill me with fear. o_o Yet in the dream I was very oddly resigned about the whole thing...and not only that, I even seemed to be anticipating it, out of some sort of weird curiosity about what it would be like.
I even remember that right before I awoke, I seemed to be looking through a book, or the magazine, or maybe just thinking about several different outcomes or something to this situation...I can't recall specifically what they were, but I was looking over every one of them with growing interest, and I really wanted to see how it would turn out, but just as I read like the second one my alarm clock went off. I literally jumped out of bed to turn it off, still half in the dream, and assuming I could jump back into bed and continue reading or whatever, and reach the conclusion of the dream and thus my punishment...but when I turned off the clock I realized I was awake, the dream was over, it was time to get up, and I would never figure out how it was supposed to end or what my exact punishment or resolution to the situation would be. :/
Possible real-life tie-ins: In real life I have been working like mad lately on my "Ameni Chronicles" series, which is a very long, very graphic, and sometimes sexually violent adult series featuring my Apsiu characters, one of whom is Lieutenant Hiath'ikh. The latest chapter I've been writing/proofreading includes what is very well a rape scene, which includes anal penetration, though not with a foreign object. Hiath'ikh does not possess any great importance in this chapter, though, and he's by no means a favorite character of mine, so I don't know why I would choose to be him.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Monday, July 12, 2004
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4207 times.
This dream is from yesterday's sleep and I didn't take note of it so it's vague; I only write it down now because of a tie-in to an earlier dream I had the day before it.
Basically, there seemed to be some kind of family gathering going on...highly annoying, since I believe it was Ma's side of the family, and they have LOTS of relatives, and lots of kids and babies, and they are just all around irritating. The prime objective in that side of the family seems to be having babies--if you're not having babies, you should at least have a job; and if you're not doing either, then you're useless and boring. So of course, I don't even bother attending family gatherings anymore since nobody can even bother to ask me a nice question besides "Are you still in college? Do you have a boyfriend yet? Do you have a job?"
I remember only snippets by now. In what was perhaps an earlier part, maybe before the gathering, we somehow acquired a black kitten. It was so fluffy and cute. I think it was a stray, perhaps one I had picked up outside and decided to keep since it had no apparent owner. But Cosmas, our current cat, was not happy with this decision. He's a big mushball, but other cats and people put him on edge, and when he saw this little kitten his reaction was to let out a deep "Mrrrooowwrrr," and hiss. So I did not feel comfortable just setting this kitten loose in the house with Coz acting like that. It seemed to be nighttime and the lights were on, and Ma and Dad were home. While Coz was out of the room I debated what to do with the new kitten.
An idea struck me; I remembered seeing, in real life, an ad for a book in a catalog I occasionally get, and in it was an illustration of what they called "under-the-door introduction"--basically, you put the old pet in a room and close the door, then bring the new pet to the door and let them sniff at each other through the crack below it. I'm guessing it's like a safer, more gradual way of introducing new pets and gauging their reactions. This sounded like a good idea, so I might have been putting Coz in the bathroom and then bringing the kitten to the door to introduce them that way. Coz didn't seem as upset anymore, though maybe that's just me supplying a memory.
In another part, perhaps before or after the gathering--it seemed to be during though I'm not sure when--I was carrying around a tiny hamster exactly like the one in my dream of the night before--see "My Wee Hamster." I was cuddling it to my chest and seemed to be over near the picture window; I felt cheery in that part of the dream. I get the feeling I was carrying my hamster around to keep me company, and I was proud of it (or him). I find this memory very odd because carryover from earlier dreams (from different days) only very rarely happens with me; I can only recall one such time this happened off the top of my head, and that was my little series of "attic" dreams (see "Rooms Upon Rooms Upon Rooms, Oh My" (10/6/02), "The Floor's Gonna Cave In!" (10/19/02), "The Neverending Attic" (10/19/02), and "There Goes The Attic" (11/19/02), at least three of which seemed to be at least indirectly related).
Well, anyway, the "party" or whatever eventually started, and there were lots of people around; we seemed to be in a ranch house, though I don't know whose. Maybe it was supposed to be my grandmother's house but it was nothing like it. The walls seemed to be white and the carpeting was light too, maybe like powder blue. I only specifically remember a den or living room; I entered it through a doorway or opening and ahead of me was a couch, maybe in front of a big window, and the room was nice and spacious and carpeted, with people milling around. Ma sat on the left end of the couch (my right); I had been sitting next to her earlier, and I think I'd left some of my belongings there so my seat would be saved. BUT, just as happened in real life at one such gathering, somebody had moved my stuff and taken my seat. It was a young girl, maybe around ten or twelve, and she had dark hair and seemed to be a younger incarnation of my cousin Jennifer, only she wasn't chubby--she was all arms and legs. She plopped herself down right next to Ma just as I came into the room to retrieve my seat, and got this big grin on her face. The little brat! She acted happy to be able to sit near Ma, and Ma even smiled at her (thanks for saving my seat, Ma!), but I could not understand why it mattered so much to her to steal my seat. I was so pissed off.
In the real-life situation, it had been an aunt of mine who had stolen my seat after dumping my stuff very rudely on the floor. I had stood in front of her, VERY obviously wanting her attention, and had mumbled, "Can I have my seat back?"...yet she just continued yapping with the person next to her and didn't even bother looking up at this girl who was so clearly staring right back at her. Sorry for the language, but...bitch. >:( I ended up having nowhere to sit simply because *I* didn't want to be as rude as SHE had been. Well, in the dream I was too frustrated to just back down this time. I stepped up to the girl and said in an irritated yet way-more-polite-than-I-had-to-be voice, "Can I please have my seat back?"
The girl looked up at me and got this sulky look. "Why?" she exclaimed in this HIGHLY annoying, bitchy little kid voice. I ground my teeth and just barely forced myself to remain somewhat civil.
"Because I had my stuff sitting there, and I was sitting there first, and that's where I want to sit now," I replied, as if she needed an explanation, the rude little brat!
She let out this HUGE exaggerated sigh, yet moved to the left...but only like half a seat's width. Then she flashed Ma this bratty grin--she KNEW she hadn't moved over enough for my comfort--I would practically have to wedge myself in there to sit down. I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster but she wasn't even paying attention. I was also furious with Ma, and felt very hurt, that she hadn't done a thing to help me out--I was only sitting next to her because I was too shy of everybody else and wanted to sit near the one person I KNEW! Why did she let this brat steal my seat, and then not help me get it back?
I don't even remember sitting down again. All I know is that at yet a later point in the dream, I had moved into another, possibly adjacent room (maybe the one I'd entered from?), and here lying upon the floor were various papers and notebooks and folders and such of mine; I don't know specifics, but they were various things that I had brought along to keep me occupied. They seemed to be lying on the floor arranged in rows/columns in a roughly square or rectangular pattern, maybe upon a big sheet of plastic like a Twister game or something. I had the feeling of being here for a while, like we were staying the night or a few nights, and I wanted something to keep me busy. I reached down to pick up a few things and then stepped back...because a bunch of...clowns, or something...suddenly went dancing or jogging through, playing some kind of game or doing some kind of dance...I really can't remember what. o_o I just know some of my relatives were involved, there was at least one or maybe a few clowns all painted up with them, and they were playing some sort of game which involved moving around throughout the house. As soon as they passed I stooped down to retrieve some more of my things, trying to decide what I really wanted (I wasn't going to take it all), then I had to get out of their way again as they again danced or Conga'ed or jogged through, having a grand old time. Oddly, I didn't feel irritated by this, as they didn't seem to be disturbing my belongings, and I was just interested in keeping out of their way. Perhaps the situation with the little brat on the couch had been resolved by then and that's why I felt almost cheery now. Maybe they'd made her go to bed because it was late! >:P
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
