Date of dream: Sunday, February 19, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4176 times.
Vague since I took no notes.
There was an earlier part of the dream, now mostly faded, dealing with an American Indian sitcom on TV, just a jokey show about an Indian family. In one scene as a couple of main characters went walking past the screen, in the back you could see three (?) women kind of shuffling/dancing, not somberly, but kind of in a funny, grooving way; the camera moved in close on them for a moment and then went back to the show. I found this silly and irritating because the dance had nothing to do with the plot; it was almost like they were just shoehorning that in as if to say, "Hey look, these people are INDIANS! Indians DANCE and shuffle and stuff! Look, they're DANCING!" In short, it would have been the equivalent of a comedy about an Irish family, and a leprechaun or something would show up, or one of them would be a priest and one would be a cop and they'd be drunk or something. *rolls eyes* Only in reverse, like a positive stereotype. It's like they were trying TOO HARD to prove that these characters were natives, by showing something unrelated to what was going on. Anyway.
Somehow this had something to do with a song or something...very vague...and it had a name. Either the song, or the group singing it (which might have been the three women). It was a Dakota/Lakota-sounding name and I knew it was spoken in a song I'd heard before, so I went digging through my New Age/world music tapes to find it. The group I was thinking of was Walela (a real group, consisting of three women...on one album cover they're standing with closed eyes and look similar to the women I saw in my dream). But I don't think the name/song I was thinking of had anything to do with them (though I did think of the song "Wash Your Spirit Clean," which is one of theirs). I kept looking and looking but of course what I read kept changing. I started looking at songs by Sacred Spirit and I thought that one of them might be it; I think of "The Cradlesong (DaWa)" for some reason. But the phrase ended up being something much similar to "Wakan Takiya," which is in fact said by a woman's voice in a song I really have on tape. This wasn't QUITE what I'd been looking for, for some reason, but it was close. I can't really explain it because it's confusing. *shrug* Sorry. I was just getting really frustrated looking all over for that one name. I'm fairly certain it began with "Wakan." (Note--I've since found the tape--it's by a group (?) called "Spirit Nation" (either that or that's just the name of the tape) and the song is in fact called "Wankatakiya." Close.)
The dream, if it was in fact the same one, shifted somewhat here, and now I had acquired a pet rabbit. I was keeping it in my hamster's cage...the cage (actually an aquarium) was about the same size, but it fit both animals, and my hamster was bigger somehow too. I do not recall specifically what the rabbit looked like--it was a full-grown rabbit, and may have been light in color, like white or pale creamy brown. I thought it and the hamster would get along, but then was worried that they might not so I kept an eye on them. I think the rabbit was behaving itself, but the hamster might have been attacking it or acting threateningly. Maybe I was going to move it.
Before I go on, I just recalled ANOTHER part of dream, which may or may not be part of this. I suddenly realized that the family and I were leaving for somewhere far away, maybe Georgia where my brother lives (I don't know if he was with us or not, but at least Ma and Dad were with me). I wasn't angry or upset, but very flustered and hurried; I had to hurry up to get what I needed to bring with me because we were leaving right then. Why hadn't they told me? I think I was wondering how I would record my TV shows, and what would we do with the pets? I think we went out to Dad's vehicle--it was nice and warm, probably summer and evening--and then I had to go back inside for some reason. Maybe for clothes. I think I put on some pants, or brought some with me, THEN remembered that I wanted to give Cosmas, the cat, extra food because he eats a lot and we were going to be gone for at least a few days. I thought of a travel commercial I keep seeing on TV (in real life) in which they say, "Letting the cats fend for themselves!" and show a bowl just OVERFLOWING with cat food, while a cat looks on, quite bewildered. I was going to fill his bowl to overflowing just to be on the safe side; I felt bad that I'd almost forgotten. This whole part was just a bunch of rushing around and forgetting things, as is typical of such dreams of mine.
Anyway--back to the rabbit. It was nighttime in this part of the dream, black outside. I was now quite worried about my decision to house the two animals together and so I think I was going to consider housing the rabbit elsewhere, though I didn't know where. Maybe keep it in the bathroom? (My decisions for the rabbit's welfare all seemed terribly temporary.) I guess I either took it out of the cage, or it escaped--and then it, and maybe the hamster, were loose, running off outside in the dark. Panicked, I ran out after them--it's like I was crossing the yard from south to north. There seemed to be a light shining behind me, but it illuminated the yard only slightly, and I could only dimly see the rabbit as it raced off toward the sideroad. I ran after it so frantically, calling out, but it wouldn't listen to me. And this part of the dream was only insinuated, since I lost sight of the rabbit, there were no cars on that road, and I have no idea what really happened--but I got the distinct feeling that the rabbit went racing out into the highway, or another busy road, and was struck by a car and killed. Again, this wasn't directly stated in the dream--it was left pretty open ended--but I feared it had happened, and it looked like it was likely. (The hamster probably met the same fate, but it's like it faded from significance. Perhaps it had not escaped after all.)
Immediately I was filled with such intense grief. It was my fault the rabbit had escaped, my fault that I hadn't caught it, my fault that it was likely dead. Even though I'd been there, chasing it toward a road, it's like the dream promptly shifted and now I was standing in what might have been the back of Wal-Mart, somewhere maybe near where the hunting/sporting section is supposed to be, though it felt more like the crafts/fabric section. And it was like someone was now telling me of what had happened, rather than me experiencing it for myself. *shrug* All I know is I was so upset that I started sobbing and wailing, these awful piteous sounds...but the weird thing was...they sounded exactly like Indian chanting...you know, how natives go "AaahhhAAAAAHHHH aaahhhhAAAAAHHHH!" when they sing and drum. /:( That was exactly what my crying sounded like as I wept for this poor rabbit. And that was when I woke up, and I felt awful even then.
In real life the day before this (actually the morning of the same day), Ma and I had shopped at Wal-Mart, since it had stormed the night before and we couldn't go then. So we were in Wal-Mart at a very odd time and it all felt very weird to me. We were back in the hunting section looking for hand warmers. I think maybe the discordance I felt being there at that time of day--and how rushed I felt when we got home late and I wanted to both eat and get a bit of writing done--contributed to the "travel" part of my dream.
In real life some time back, at least one of the two rabbits which used to visit our porch for food was torn to pieces by a stray (?) dog which also visits our property...it was killed right beneath my little pine tree. Nothing was left but great hunks of fur. -_- There were two rabbits, but since then I have not seen the tracks of even one. And this big dog still leaves ITS tracks all over our yard almost every day. I don't blame the dog but I'm severely pissed off that it won't just GO AWAY or that its stupid so-called OWNERS won't lock it up at night. And I miss those rabbits, and wonder if the other one is still out there, if it's afraid to visit here now, or if it's dead too. I feel responsible for what happened; I put a bit of the rabbit fur up in the tree, but it keeps falling out after winds so I put it back up. And I keep obliterating the dog's tracks in the hopes that it'll just go away. The rabbit's death reminded me of the Ojibwa myth of Manabozho (the Great Rabbit, their culture hero) and his brother Wabasso (White Rabbit), the latter of whom was killed by evil manitous, leaving Manabozho alone and grieving. I had taken to calling these two rabbits 'Bozho and 'Basso and I hate that at least one, and maybe the other, were killed. -_-
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4198 times.
This may have in fact been two different dreams but they could very well have gone together.
It was kind of nightish, and Dad and I were at home together, watching TV. There was some sort of funny video or show in which a little girl pushed her mother into the bathroom shower stall and left her there for some sort of "surprise" or something (like, "Wait in here!"); she was rather abrupt about it though, so I said to Dad, "Oh, THAT'S nice!" The bathroom was dim like the lights were on outside it but not inside. A bit later a cute little toddler, the woman's other child (I don't know how many she had), came into the room. I'll say "she" but I'm really not sure whether it was a boy or a girl; she had dark blond hair that would have been short for a girl but floppy for a boy, and it might have been cropped at different lengths, kind of chaotic looking, but she(?) was just so CUTE and precocious. She came into the bathroom and opened the shower door (if it was shut) and I think she said the equivalent of, "Okay, come out now!" I'm not sure though; maybe the mother had left the bathroom, because I seem to remember the toddler looking in the shower, then glancing toward the camera and starting to say in a rather peeved manner, "Where are you (or where is she)? Have to find you! Where are you hiding...?" And she started looking around, making it quite clear that finding her mother was QUITE important. I thought this kid was just absolutely awesome!
"What a great actor!" I exclaimed; the kid couldn't have been more than three years old but she had this facial expression and voice down just right, and she seemed unusually intelligent. As she toddled around I was now standing up near the TV and I reached out and patted her on the head, because all of a sudden she was there right in front of me; she paid no attention to my patting and kept on doing her thing. Really was a great actor! I felt she deserved an award, no kidding.
I then went out in the kitchen, and Dad was now out there too; the house lights were on. I stopped by the lefthand counter and started poking at some coins that were stacked near the breadbox. Dad said, "Have you seen some nice tokens?" or something like that, and I knew that he'd lost a special token of his. I shook my head and pointed at the coins.
"I just see some coins," I said, then started looking through them. "Maybe it's mixed in?" Because tokens do look a lot like coins. Dad started moving stuff around further to my right while I examined the stack of coins. They were around quarter sized, various things. One of them stood out because whereas the others were either silvery or dull, it was bright new gold, so I pulled it out of the pile. "Ooo, a pretty coin!" I exclaimed, and proceeded to look it over. Now this may sound strange, but this is the bulk of the dream that I remember--the description of this particular coin.
It might have been a fifty-cent piece of some sort; in size it was between that of a quarter and that of a silver dollar, I believe. It had an amazing amount of detail. I knew it was some sort of new coin but I wasn't sure for what; I thought maybe it was a new Michigan coin (I know, that makes no sense, but in the dream...). On the heads side, it featured a great elk, turned to the right yet with its head facing sort of forward, standing atop a rocky/mossy hill, tall bare-trunked and high-branched pine trees rising behind it, and little streams or rivulets running down the hill away from the elk and toward the viewer. I equated them with "waterfalls." The elk's antlers were rather odd; I remember looking in particular at only the nearer one, closer to the left. It rose straight up and had lots of little spires coming from closer to the top of it, kind of like the Forest King (a pine tree--tamarack?--that I saw on Mackinac Island); it didn't spread out as much as an elk antler normally would. But it didn't seem so out of place on this creature. I think I didn't notice the little streams/rivulets at first.
I turned the coin over to see the back. There were pine trees here, like on the front, and a word in block letters was spelled out between their trunks. It seemed to be just one word at first--OSAMA--but then it said, "OSAMA (BIN LADEN?) WAS HERE." (I'm not sure if it said "Bin Laden" or not.) I blinked and gawked at this in disbelief.
"How stupid!" I exclaimed, offended. Dad looked up at me. "They shouldn't COMMEMORATE him on a coin! They should just forget he EXISTS!" Then I wondered if, by that, Dad would think I meant we should forget about fighting terrorists and let Osama Bin Laden get away and bla bla bla...what I had really meant was, why put his name on a coin? Even if it was done in a way that was meant to be insulting to him (and somehow, what this coin said was intended that way...not so much to be insulting as to imply that we were winning the "war" or whatever, hard to explain), still, to put someone's name on a coin is a form of commemoration and in this case, it shouldn't have been done. I figured it would be a greater insult to Bin Laden if we simply refused to acknowledge his existence on a coin, a way of snubbing him. I didn't bother explaining this though.
I again looked at the front of the coin. Now I noticed that it had text on it, too, below the little rocky mount with the waterfalls/streams. At first all I could make out was a few letters, like P-O-G-O. Then I squinted and peered at it more closely and it said, "OGOPOGO." At first it was just this, but then beneath THIS there was the outline of a landmass like on a map--a great continentlike thing with a huge semicircular bay or lake in it on the right. (It reminded me of Hudson Bay, though it might not have resembled it much.) At first I thought it had to do with Michigan but then since it said OGOPOGO, I figured the coin must be related to Canada and/or British Columbia. "Oh. This is for Canada!" I said, surprised. In the dream, "Ogopogo" was in fact supposed to mean "Okanagan"--the name of a lake in British Columbia, where a legendary lake monster named "Ogopogo" is supposed to live; in my dream the two names were transposed. I didn't realize this until a while after waking up. :/ But anyway, it said Ogopogo but it meant Okanagan. *shrug*
Dad nodded. "Yeah, that's the new ___," he said, and I think it might have been the equivalent of "Loonie" or whatever it is that they call the Canadian coin with the loon on it. However, in my notes I have written down "coin isn't Canadian but seems to be"...hm. :/ So I'm not quite sure, after all this, WHAT exactly it was for. It was just pretty to look at, I guess.
Dad went out into the utility room with it, I believe, and I followed. Ma's table was there, but it was cleared off a lot; the light atop it was on, casting cold white fluorescent light, and the chair on the east side of the table was pulled out; he headed for this. I think he was talking to me about the coin, and I was listening, but then I noticed that he seemed to be growing tired; he reached the chair and very slowly sat down, his face pale and his breathing heavy. Growing alarmed, I asked, "What's wrong??"
Dad looked rather distressed. "I'm worried," he said, or something like that, only it carried more import in the dream; I knew that he meant he was worried that something was going to happen, and by that, I believe he meant a heart attack because I remembered that in the dream, he'd had a heart attack not long ago, and now he was worried he was going to have another one. He lifted his left hand and rubbed at the web between thumb and forefinger, mentioning that either a numbness or a tingling/slight pain had started up there again, and I recalled that that had happened before (similar to the pain one often gets in the left arm prior to a heart attack). I started growing very upset and anxious, ready to cry; he really didn't look that good at all. :( Oddly, one thought that flitted through my mind at that moment was, "I was going to ask him to make me some fried bologna sandwiches tonight...I guess I'll have to make myself some rice," because I didn't want to make him work for me. I felt upset not only by his own pain and the possibility that he might die, but by how that would inconvenience me. I realize it sounds horribly petty >_< but it was also quite realistic, since I really do think that way a lot. Thing is, I doubt I would even have been hungry anymore if this happened in real life!
Dad lifted his head to look at me, his eyes weary. He was talking a lot of this time but I don't recall what he was saying. He seemed sad and anxious but more resigned to it. He said something which ended with something like, "I'll just live with it."
I gave him an aggrieved look. I said something like either, "But what if you can't?" or "But you might not be able to." And that was where the dream ended.
In real life, my dad has NOT had any heart attacks, though his weight and eating habits are such that I worry about it. :( And his mother, my grandmother, DID recently have a heart attack, and was hospitalized; she's out now but is still feeling sick. I don't understand the significance of the elk coin, Osama, Ogopogo, or any of that. *shrug* But this dream was remarkably detailed and easy to remember, aside from what exactly that coin was supposed to be.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4178 times.
Very vague. I just remember going to look at the two Mackinac Island webcams and the one that was supposed to be for the Island House (though the view looked more like that of the Horn's Bar cam) had changed. It was a shot right down near street level, looking at the sidewalk on the other side of the road, and it was kind of yellowish and you could see a man walking by; I think you couldn't see his head, or at least all of it, but he was close up, in dark clothes, with one leg extended, and it was a really good view of a small section of street, sidewalk, and storefront. (I think this is similar to another dream I had recently which featured a webcam shot but I don't think I took that dream down.) Just a still shot of a random man walking by. I was on the one hand disappointed that the view had changed and now you couldn't see a wide section of street and scenery from afar, but on the other hand I liked that you could see close up now. "Oh, they must've moved the cam!" I thought as I looked at it. Unfortunately, the cam had broken down during the day, because it was nighttime and this was a daytime shot, and the cams are supposed to be 24 hours (though they do break down frequently). Oh well...they'd get it back up probably in a few days at the most, and I could then have fun watching the new closeup view of people, rather than seeing tiny people from far away.
Slightly later I went back and either clicked refresh or just reloaded the page and the shot had changed--it was still daytime on the cam though, so even in the dream that puzzled me a bit--if it had started up again it should have been a nighttime shot. I didn't think about it much, though. Perhaps I wondered if the Horn's Bar cam had changed its location too.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
