Date of dream: Friday, January 20, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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Eegh...this dream is quite stereotyped. Apologies in advance; I DO realize that most Gypsies/Romany are not like this! o_o;
Anyway...it was daytime, and overcast outside, either late autumn or spring because I don't think it was snowy but it was brown and barren outside. I was inside the house and I believe Dad was home. I was in the living room when I looked out either the front window or the side window and noticed that there were Gypsies (Romany) either encamped along one of the roads, or moving along. They didn't appear to be driving any vehicles, and if there were any, they were wagons. They seemed to all be walking though. They were dressed like the stereotypical Gypsies--head scarves and long dresses on the women, old-fashioned hats and clothes on the men too. They weren't all bright and colorful though; they looked more like Russian peasants or something. Rather poorly off. I think one of the women was wearing a light blue dress.
I stood and watched them with some curiosity--at first I believe they were resting, as some were just sitting alongside the side road--but then they started on their way again. They seemed to be heading south. I had the digital camera with me and I really wanted to take some pictures; but I would have to turn off the flash to take photos through the windows, and that means it takes pictures at a slower shutter speed--meaning that any moving subjects would turn out blurry. :( So I couldn't take pictures. I just stood and watched instead as they went by. Maybe Dad watched briefly too.
Then they were actually moving through our house, like they could come through the walls or something, though it wasn't weird in the dream. I just stood in the living room watching as they passed. For the most part they were well behaved and didn't cause any trouble, though I was a bit on guard. There was one older man who kept trying to steal the digital camera from me, though. I think I was holding it, then I put it in my right pocket to keep it away from him, then I pulled it out and shifted it to my other hand--maybe I even tried to put it down my shirt. He might have gotten hold of it at one point, but I gently but firmly took it back, and was like, "Uh-uh." I wasn't angry, just wary. I never felt threatened by them. Even with the guy trying to steal the camera, it was more like a "Please don't do that, it's rude" reaction rather than "OHMYGOD! STOP TRYING TO STEAL THE CAMERA, THIEF!!" I think he was even rather amused by my insistence that I keep the camera away from him and he probably went on his way. I do not feel they were interested in taking anything else because I never went looking to see, just stood and watched them pass.
I did wish, however, that I had something I could give them, something useful; I didn't wish to give money, in the chance that they might misuse it. I thought briefly of giving the old man a sandwich. But I would have to take the time to make it, and by then they would probably be gone. :/
In real life lately I've finally been burning months' worth of photos from the digital camera to CD, but I have no clue where the rest of the dream came from. It's odd because it comes across almost like a "Watchers" dream, but I was not anxious around these people, just protective of the camera, since it was apparently the only thing they were interested in.
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Date of dream: Friday, January 20, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This was quite a detailed dream from my regular sleep.
I came into the living room looking for Cosmas, our black-and-white spotted cat, and instead noticed a black cat lying on the floor--it looked almost exactly like Pepper, our deceased cat, but I knew it was male. He just looked up at me. Dad was in the room and Ma was around somewhere; I glanced at Dad, then pointed at the cat and stated rather dramatically, "Our cat has changed color!"
No, I knew it was not Cosmas. ^_^ It turned out that Ma had adopted him from the shelter as part of a special "adopt an older cat" thing they had going on, and I knew that this cat was not a prime candidate for adoption since people prefer younger cats--but there was a drive going on to get the older cats adopted, and for some reason Ma had decided to be charitable. And so now...we had two cats. o_o I had very mixed feelings about this but I'll get to that in a moment. This cat was just lying on the floor so I stooped down and reached out to see if he was friendly or not; I was rather anxious of being bitten or scratched since I had no clue. I think I kind of patted at him gingerly a few times, and each time he moved, so I kept pulling my hand back nervously. Finally I steeled myself and patted his head. He reached out one paw and GRABBED my wrist--he had quite a strong pull--and pulled my arm toward him. (By looping his paw around my wrist, I mean.) He brought my hand to his mouth--and gave it a good strong lick. ^_^ Awwwww!! He kept licking me, kind of hard, but he was friendly! (This is in fact a behavior Cosmas engages in sometimes. He'll just grab hold of you and start licking.) I started petting him and smiled. What a cute cat!
I wanted to see how Cosmas, our current cat, was reacting to this situation. In real life, Cosmas is a total mushball, afraid of his own shadow. In real life I do NOT think he would take well to this at all, even though he himself was a shelter cat once. He was in the utility room. I ended up out there squatting on the floor, kind of facing the table, and petting both Cosmas and the new cat at once. Cosmas seemed to be sitting under the stool but the stool had been moved nearer the table. Unsure. He seemed rather confused and perplexed, not too happy, but other than that he was taking it pretty well. At least they weren't fighting, and I felt they'd get used to each other in time. At the worst, they would just ignore each other, which was better than fighting. I petted them both at once, but I had mixed feelings about this. I worried that I wouldn't be able to pay them both equal attention; and I likewise worried that they might pay each other more attention than they would pay me. :( I didn't like either thought. So I wondered if we were really ready and willing to take on a second cat so suddenly.
"I know what I want to name him," I thought to myself, at least. "Sir Licks-A-Lot!" ^_^ But I never did get to inform my parents of this decision.
I heard Ma and Dad discussing this adopt-an-older-cat drive in the living room. They were both in quite a good mood; whereas in real life, Ma would NEVER adopt a second cat, and Dad would NEVER take that sitting down! I heard them talking about Sir Licks-A-Lot's age, and Ma mentioned that he was a grand total of...four years old. O_o ? I lifted my head, frowning in puzzlement; I did a brief calculation in my head, and then called out, "Ma--? COSMAS is only about four years old!" Meaning--since when is four years an OLD age for a cat?? (We've had Cosmas since late 2001, and he was six months old when we got him--so my estimate was close enough.) I'd been resolving myself to keeping Sir Licks-A-Lot with the thought that, "Well, he's old; so he probably won't live too much longer, a few years at the most. So at the very least, I won't have to put up with him for long, and we'll be giving him a nice place to spend his last few years." Don't get me wrong, it's not that I HATED him or wanted him gone--I was just worried about the change in routine that was imminent with taking on another cat. Well, there went that plan. Sir Licks-A-Lot was only about Cosmas's age so hopefully they would both be here quite a while! When she'd said he was an "older cat" I'd figured he was at least ten or eleven or something!
The dream shifted gears here. I tried using my mechanical pencil for some reason, to write something down, but the tip was coming loose. This recently happened with my other pencil--there's this rubber grip above the tip, and the tip was just wobbling loose of that--very poorly made. :( That was the first pencil in a pack of two new pencils I'd gotten like a few months ago after my last pencil broke and I couldn't find another model just like it. Well, in my dream, now the SECOND one was breaking. Cripes, how cheap! *sigh* So I went to my room to find one...not to use, but to tell Ma what kind to buy for me. I guess I didn't want another one like the one I'd just been using, and I can see why! I knew I had a better model in my room--maybe the kind I'd had before these two, which broke only because of misuse on our part. I would find that model and give it to Ma, and tell her to go and buy a pencil as close to it as she could. (In real life, I just could not find one. UGH!) I went poking around in that plastic bin thing in my room. And I kept finding different mechanical pencils--at least three--but NONE of them were the right kind! All had something wrong with them. Like one had this sort of clip that merged with where the eraser was, and I think it was a top-feeding pencil (i. e., you push the top to get the lead to come out); I hate top-feeding pencils, but for some reason that wasn't what bothered me about it in my dream. I think it was the fact that it was made in such a way that I couldn't use a bigger eraser on it if I wanted. The clip was curved and streamlined and merged with the part surrounding the eraser; shiny black. I set that aside. Another one was a side-feeding pencil (i. e., it has a button on the side that you push), but the button was high up, and I couldn't easily reach it with my thumb to get more lead when writing. I had to stretch and bend my thumb at an uncomfortable angle. I set these on my bed. Frustrating! And there was something wrong with the other one as well. At least one of them was blue. Cripes, what was I going to have Ma go get? I think I finally decided I would just tell her what I was NOT looking for, and let her narrow it down from there. Stupid pencils. -_-
I heard Ma and Dad talking out in the living room again, now about a magazine I had picked up while grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. It was a magazine I rather liked in the dream, but in real life it sounds like it would've been boring. I guess it was about digital photography, or at least some kind of photography; maybe it had nice pictures in it. Dad was asking what it was and I felt at first that he was upset that I'd picked up an unnecessary item while shopping, so I felt tense, even though it was just one magazine. :( He really seemed to want to know what it was about. I couldn't hear all that he and Ma said, but then he said something like, "More like pictures of people taking pictures." I realized that he had browsed through it and had seen that, rather than being a magazine about pictures, it did seem to focus more on photos of people TAKING pictures. ^_^; Which I would have found very annoying, but in the dream it didn't really bother me.
I kept poking around, hearing Dad coming down the hall toward my room. He was singing some kind of odd song as he came, something about a boy, and "just a germ." I can't remember the words. But he repeated part of it as he came closer and entered the doorway. It would've been something small and goofy, like, "This is a song about a boy, hm-hm, a boy and just a germ, hm-hm, it was just a germ..." I think he was making it up as he went along, and it was kind of funny because it was so stupid. ^_^ He came into the doorway and asked to see the receipt for the groceries and the magazine. I dug it out and it was MUCH shorter than it should have been, only a few items. I pored over it, trying to see if it was the right one, and looked at the time and date; I pointed out where the magazine was listed and gave it to him. He wasn't acting upset or anything; he looked at it and seemed to be satisfied. Even in the dream I wasn't sure what exactly his interest in all this was. And that's all I recall of the dream.
I already explained the deal with my pencil, which is a disappointment because these pencils are pretty new! And it's a good brand name--the guys who made my LAST pencil, which I could not find the same model of--so that was rather annoying. I plan to pick up some more pencils when we go shopping at Wal-Mart. I do sometimes pick up a magazine or two while shopping but never much; but maybe the one in my dream represented money anxiety, as we've had some bad scares regarding bills and car fixes recently. :( So perhaps I felt guilty and persecuted about getting that magazine. Oh--regarding the CONTENT of the magazine--Dad recently held up a Mackinaw City tourism mag and asked me, "Do you have this yet?" I said no and he gave it to me. I went to browse it later on and--it was mostly ads about hotels and stuff in the area! Just page after page of ads!! ^_^; But I didn't have the heart to tell him.
This dream and the Gypsies one (see "Keep Your Hands To Yourself") were quite detailed and clear, and were easy for me to type up even hours later (though I did take notes after waking up). Which is odd because my dreams have been vague and hard to remember lately.
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Date of dream: Monday, January 16, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I dozed during an episode of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and perhaps that's why I had a dream I was touring a prison. I heard snatches of dialogue from the episode but they didn't really seem to affect the plot of the dream.
This is vague. I was walking along--apparently the "tour" was just me and somebody in charge, maybe a woman, but she (?) let me go off on my own. I went past an area with bars and then stepped into a cell. It was quite small and the walls were all made of something like adobe, only it was yellowish, like mustard, and kind of rough. Very organic looking. I wandered into this little cell and began to imagine how I would deal if I were to be imprisoned here. I was anxious, but as I looked around, I figured it wasn't so bad. It could have been much worse. For one thing, I was to be in the cell on my own, so I had a tiny bit of privacy.
I think the only section open to the outside was the cell door with the bars; stepping inside, the rough layout, I believe, was wall to the left, right, and in front, and a section of wall on the same side as the door, at least on the right. The bunkbed was in the right back corner, set into the walls in an odd way. At first it wasn't a bunkbed but then it was. And there was an odd section next to this, in the corner just to my right...I recall seeing a chair...because I noticed something odd about the wall and the ceiling and I went to stand up on top of the chair. (A smallish plastic one with metal legs, like schools use.)
The section of wall which shared the area with the door was open on top--there were several inches of open space here. (It actually seemed to be set back a bit further than the door, but I can't describe it.) The walls seemed to be a few inches thick. I attempted to turn my head sideways and see if I could peer out into the hallway (?) beyond, but the opening was just a tiny bit too high, and it was too narrow for my head to fit. I wondered briefly if anyone would be able to get through if determined enough, then figured that they couldn't.
I pulled back a little and now noticed some open area to my left (the same wall that shared the bed); it's like there was more space now, and I kind of got the feeling of being in a little alcove set a bit behind the bed. (I think the bunkbed was parallel to this side wall.) There was a window to the outside here, as light was streaming in, but I never saw anything distinct; maybe it was frosted. It wasn't readily accessible. And this area was rather convoluted--it was almost like bars and partitions and stuff, can't really explain it. I started poking around, quite curious now. It was like little cubbyholes almost and I thought it would be nice that I could stash things up here--nothing illegal like shanks or shivs or contraband or anything, but personal effects like letters and books. It wasn't even a feeling of secrecy because I knew the prison officials knew of this spot. Just for privacy reasons. I liked the thought of a tiny hidden area all my own. I patted around at this with my hands, examining it all.
I clambered back down from the chair and went to examine the bed. There was a little alcove set in the wall to the LEFT of it now, in the righthand wall (when entering--the wall the bed was parallel to), so of course there was some distortion of space going on--way too much stuff for such a tiny cell. I liked this because I could set things there too. I briefly worried about the toilet--I don't know if I ever really saw it, but I knew there was one--before deciding that either I was the only one there and no one could see (and it was true, like the cell was situated in such a way that no one would be able to see in--when trying to peer over the wall, I got a feeling of almost being in solitary, because I wondered if the inmates would ever find a way to see each other and communicate via these wall openings, whether by sight or by yelling), or else I would have a way to shield myself from view when using it (maybe behind the bed or behind a blanket?). I then turned to the bed. It was a metal-frame bunkbed now, very spare, but I think the coverings/blankets had some sort of block or plaid design in dark bold colors, maybe made of flannel. Neatly tucked. I decided I would take the bottom one because I felt safer there and I had my choice of either since I had no roommate (cellmate, I should say)--this thought was very relieving for me. Then I briefly considered what it would be like taking the top bunk, just because I could. I kind of liked the thought, BUT the slight chance of rolling off in the middle of the night worried me. I told myself this was kind of silly, seeing as when I fall asleep I rarely move and most people don't fall out of bunkbeds (it had no railings in my dream, and that was normal), but it still concerned me. I decided to stick to the bottom bunk, because I wouldn't want to trouble any of the officials by rolling out of my bed and needing medical attention.
The entire dream was consumed with my concerns and anxieties over what it would be like if I had to stay there--it's almost like I HAD to, I was taking it so seriously--and I realized that while it wasn't an optimal situation, at least it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.
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