Date of dream: Sunday, June 19, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
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This dream might have been part of or connected to "Separation Anxiety."
I don't really remember much of this. Just that it was dim outside, like dawn was coming, and the sky was deep brownish-gray with heavy clouds but the sun was shining on the land a bit and I spotted a brilliant but blurry rainbow in our yard. This might have been during all the drama with the computer (see "Separation Anxiety"). Since Ma had taken the Canon camera with her (to the sleepover--she went to a bachelorette party last night), I needed to use the old Polaroid, which is inferior quality. Still, the rainbow was so near and pretty, I would never get this chance again! I worried that it would overwrite my older images since I hadn't saved them yet (the camera used to tend to do that, maybe still does), and I spent some time fussing over the settings before getting to a window. I don't remember if I actually took shots or was trying to; it's like I kept getting distracted. The rainbow moved, to another area, and I think I moved too to get a better shot. Lots of fussing. The lighting outside was similar to a "darkness falling" dream.
I was anxious to get a good shot since it was so pretty--so bright and so close to the ground! (It was just a little fragment of rainbow, like one you get in mist, but much brighter. And blurry. Like I had already taken a picture with this low-quality camera and was looking at it.) I wasn't as upset by my seeming lack of success as I usually am in such dreams, though. I seemed very flustered and hasty. I was mostly worried that it would fade away before I could get a shot, and it did seem to keep moving and fading and reappearing again elsewhere.
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Date of dream: Sunday, June 19, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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Dad needed to print out some things for use at work, a lot of copies--at the same time it was like he needed a lot of donuts or some type of dessert or pastry too. The printouts were the same as this, I think. For this he needed to bring our computer to work with him, which would entail him disconnecting it and carting the whole thing away. It was supposed to be for just one day but at the same time it felt like it would be for at least a few days, maybe longer. I guess Dad didn't have the right software or whatever to do this on his work computer.
I was VERY upset! I started crying. It was very early in the morning, like when Dad leaves for work, and both he and Ma were awake, kind of puzzled by my reaction. "All of my WRITING is on there!" I cried, and it's true, I don't really write by hand anymore, and aside from some hardcopies I don't have my work backed up offline. -_- If Dad took the computer, I would not be able to write in the mornings, and this thought filled me with even greater dread than it probably would in real life. In real life, if I just had a copy of where my story left off (unless we're talking about the Ameni Chronicles, a series I'm rewriting), then I can do just as well on paper if need be. But this was not an option in the dream and I was utterly devastated. Please, please don't take the computer!
It seemed like he would have to, so I started frantically trying to think of what to do. I was going to ask if I could turn on the old computer and transfer my new files to that one, but it would take a while, I wasn't sure how to do it or if it could even be done, and I guess there wasn't the time. I was going to transfer my stuff to a jump drive but I didn't think it would work on the other computer. So this idea fell apart. I was so desperate. Why did Dad have to take the computer? It's like I would have ABSOLUTELY NO ACCESS to any of my writing. I hated this. -_-
I then for whatever reason thought of the Internet--and realized I would not have Net access, either! Our connection's on the new computer! But that didn't upset me quite as much as being away from my writing! I think I realized this when I went to the computer and thought of or else tried to go online and then remembered that I wouldn't be able to, once the computer was gone! I didn't beg Dad not to take it, but I cried and cried, and wished there was something else he could do. He and Ma seemed more perplexed by my behavior than anything.
Maybe this dream was connected to my mom leaving overnight for a bachelorette party in the Sault. (A couple of hours' drive away.) I hate how whenever she goes somewhere I do not even know the specific place she'll be, or the number. What if there's an emergency and I can't contact her?
This dream might have been part of or related to "Phantom Rainbow."
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Date of dream: Sunday, June 19, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This is a snippet from a bigger dream I had a few days ago.
I was in some sort of public place, like a mall--big and with lots of people. I was standing near a shelf or something and had been passing by it, then backtracked to look at some used soundtrack CDs that were on sale. One was a combo pack and included the soundtrack for Gremlins (which part, I'm not sure). I wondered if maybe it would be interesting since I like some instrumental music so I picked it up to look at it; I had to move aside an odd object that looked kind of like a cross between a fingernail and an emory board to do so. The CDs--there were at least two to four--were not stacked atop each other, at least at first, but were all side by side, but the packaging was all weird so I can't describe it. There was a plastic wrapper around these and it obstructed my view; I wanted to see the track listings. I shifted it around a bit and finally saw some for the Gremlins CD. I remember there was something weird and personal about one of the track titles, like it had my name or my hometown's name in it or something, but this didn't strike me as too odd. One of the CDs might have been a burned CD. I was mildly interested, but not terribly so.
At that point a man dressed very unusually stepped up beside me, or on the other side of the shelf/table, and accosted me. "Excuse me!" he exclaimed in a very prissy, melodramatic voice; I glanced up and saw that it was Willy Wonka as played by Johnny Depp. He was all decked out in purple and makeup and everything. "Excuse me," he exclaimed cheerily enough, "but have you seen my fingernail candy?"
I looked at him, then said, "You mean this...?" and picked up the odd little fingernail/emory board object I had moved before, to avoid knocking it to the floor. It was kind of in the shape of a fingernail but it was cylindrical, I think (it tapered at the end like a fingernail), and coarse and colored like an emory board. I held it out to him.
Willy Wonka was very pleased. "That's it!" he exclaimed, and received it from me very joyously. "Thank you ever SO much!" And he turned, and went on his merry way. I went back to browsing the CDs as if this had been the most normal thing in the world. O_o
Following this was a snippet as of me watching a movie of what happened afterwards. Willy Wonka ended up in a large musty library, dim lighting, high ceilings, just like you'd picture an old library to be. He was perusing something--the fingernail candy?--a book?--and talking over some plans someone had against him. He had another person with him, like a librarian or butler of his, an older man with a round face, dressed in what seemed to be a light (white?) nightgown and a nightcap, and maybe glasses. This person was like a cross between Bob Newhart and Phil Collins (!) and was assisting Willy Wonka like an old trusted advisor; I think of Newhart's character in that goofy TV movie The Librarian: Quest For The Spear or whatever it was called, with Noah Wyle. He looked all old and like he'd just gotten out of bed but he was advising Willy Wonka on what to do. Willy Wonka, for his part, was now quite distressed and serious, and exclaiming much over the evil plans these people had against him--he seemed much different from the Wonka who had accosted me before. I didn't pay much attention to this part of the dream even as it was happening because I was not much interested anymore.
I have no clue why I would dream of Willy Wonka as played by Johnny Depp. I have not even seen that movie, but for in advertisements. o_o
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