Date of dream: Monday, July 31, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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Vague and kind of weird. O_o
I don't recall exactly who informed me but then I got to talking to Ma about a new movie that was supposed to be coming out. I think she said something about it and I said, "Yeah, that movie's supposed to take place on Mackinac Island." She asked if I wanted to go see it. It was daytime and I would probably usually be sleeping, and I wasn't even sure that that movie WAS playing at our local theater, but Ma knew what time it was playing so I guess it was playing here. I think it was like a 6:30 PM showing or something.
She seemed more jazzed to see it than I was because honestly, I figured it would probably not have much to do with the island at all. :/ I think she came home from work and I had to hurry to get ready and was having trouble doing so--I remember at one point I started out, then realized I was wearing no bra, so went back to put one on. >_< Then the second time I realized that while I was wearing new shorts, I was wearing my old house shirt; but I decided it was clean enough to wear. I might have also brought my jacket. I hoped I wouldn't make us late.
Someone had told me about this movie sometime in the past (beyond the scope of the dream). Supposedly the movie had something to do with Mackinac Island's Haunted Theater, which is a wax museum made to scare people. Some of the exhibits in this place directly inspired my writing but I haven't been in there in years. (It's mostly a kiddie attraction.) I started getting very mentally excited--would the movie have the Ocryx or the Mitchi Manitou in it?? Cool! I alternated between this and between thinking, nah, it'll probably be one brief scene on the island and then the rest will take place somewhere else, like always!
I finally got ready and Ma and I went out to the car. I noticed, to my surprise, that the car was full of OTHER people. There was somebody in the front passenger seat--an aunt of mine or something--and there were three or four people in the back seat as well, among them another aunt and a little blond boy who I think was supposed to be a cousin of mine; he was on the left side (driver's side but in the back). I was instantly dismayed--I hadn't known that all these OTHER people were going with us! And where was I even supposed to sit? "Um...Ma?" I inquired as she opened her door and got in; I was holding the door to the back driver's side, as I couldn't sit in the front passenger seat like I usually do, but there was no room for me back here either. :( I was going to ask her what was I expected to do?? She told me to get in and I felt hurt and upset because there WAS no room!--but then the people already in the seat, all staring at me, started scootching themselves over so there was just BARELY room for me to crowd in. I hated it, because I was jammed up against the door when it was shut, and I was pressed close to this little boy and I was very uncomfortable, but it was all I could do. I don't think I could even buckle myself in and I hoped we wouldn't get pulled over and ticketed. -_-
We made it downtown and to the movie theater without incident. We passed through the lobby and into the main theater (it looked different from the Kingston Theater, bigger, lighter, and more impressive). It was oddly well lit. We sought out seats--the others either weren't with us now or didn't sit too close to us--and sat down, and I started explaining to Ma about how I'd heard about this movie and that it was supposed to be about the Haunted Theater. I still had my reservations, but I was getting hopeful that it might be interesting. I felt it was kind of an indie, low-budget film, which would make the most sense as it was about a local location. Then the movie started.
It began with a scene set right in the water--like the camera was down in it as well. There were some people either on a raft/boat or floating in the water itself; it was daytime and the water was bobbing them around in little waves. Every so often you could catch a glimpse of docks behind them so they were in a harbor, but I couldn't be sure if it was Mackinac Island yet. What caught my attention most was that these characters were the Muppets. O_o
"I didn't know this was a Muppet movie!" I whispered, surprised. On the one hand, I was a bit disappointed, but on the other, that was kind of cool that the Muppets were involved. I realized it was a sort of pirate movie and I guess the Muppets were seeking treasure or something--there really was a Muppet pirate movie a while back, I believe. Anyway, I was also surprised that the movie started out RIGHT in the middle of action, as these characters bobbing in the water were confronted by some bad guys and it was really tense and things were about to happen. Like they'd just been tossed overboard or had walked the plank or something and I think the bad pirates were demanding to know where the treasure was, or whatever. I think Miss Piggy, Gonzo, and Kermit were at least involved, though I don't recall seeing specific Muppets. As they bobbed in the water, the camera bobbed with them, and I kept my eye on the background view of the harbor. At last they bobbed high enough so that the camera caught a quick glance of what was back there, and I saw the familiar docks and buildings of Main Street, Mackinac Island, and perhaps Fort Mackinac as well (not possible in real life as it lies off to the other side of town somewhat, but I did see white walls like those of the fort--perhaps it was another important building like a hotel). My face lit up and I whispered excitedly to Ma, "Yep, that's the island!"
I was happy to see that yes, some of the action really WAS taking place on (at least, near) the real island, though I still didn't know just how MUCH of the action would take place here, nor what it would have to do with anything. I felt the movie was set in modern times yet was also set in the heyday of piracy, so it was kind of an anachronism. Maybe they were time-traveling pirates. :/ I wondered if the plot would involve them running all over Mackinac Island and maybe running into the Mitchi Manitou and such; that would be fun. ^_^ Perhaps the treasure was also hidden on the island somewhere. I hoped they would show a lot of scenery outside the town.
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Date of dream: Thursday, July 27, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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I completely forgot I had this dream until it returned to me maybe a half hour ago. I can't even be sure this is the date of this dream, though I'm guessing that it is.
It's vague anyway. All I know is I was on Mackinac Island and had just started walking around with a couple of other people who seemed to be in my company when I suddenly realized I had no map!! I halted and gasped, "Oh no--I forgot my detailed map!!" I'd seen a map similar to it in one of the giftshops in town in real life last year, but I didn't remember which shop, and that meant we'd have to go back to town (I'm assuming we were a bit along the eastern interior--not hugely far from town, but a significant way anyway). I tried to calm myself down by telling myself I could just turn back and buy one of those...but I recalled that I hadn't plotted out my course/itinerary for this year (I haven't yet, IRL)...then I remembered that I'd forgotten a Tupperware box of letters I'd intended to bring along and plant somewhere on the island...and my little plastic baggies for soil samples...and even the CAMERA!! When I remembered the camera we seemed to be on a woodland path on the bluff and I turned to whoever was with me and sighed, "I was going to bring the camera but it's been acting up lately!" Which is true, but still, I would NEVER go to the island and not bring a camera!! In the dream, it was a feeling of having left it behind on purpose, but now I was regretting that decision. And I could not believe that I'd forgotten like EVERYTHING ELSE I usually want to bring!
What a lousy trip! >_<
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Date of dream: Thursday, July 27, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This dream was very realistic.
I was at what I believe was Wal-Mart, shopping with Ma. I went into the section where the journals were supposed to be but in my dream this was in fact in the area of the cards or magazines/books sections. There were long shelves on the left, and on the right end of this shelf (i. e., the end farthest away from me, where magazines would be if it was that aisle), way up high on the highest one, was a decent selection of nice new journals. And these journals were GORGEOUS.
They were really big and fat! Like real hardcover books. The covers were hard and shiny and beautiful marbled or mottled colors like light blue and periwinkle and such. And they must have ranged from one to two inches thick or more. Plus they were larger than usual journals--not 8-1/2" by 11", but still decently big. I think at least one was of a quite large size, most were smaller, and a few had odd shapes, like they were wider than they were tall, like photo albums. In fact, there were some photo albums mixed in here among the journals, but it was mostly journals at first.
Awed, I went closer to look. There were a few other people, among them at least one older, kind of chunky woman and a tall, lanky, balding man with a mustache, also browsing these and what was below them (I have absolutely no memory of what was on the lower shelves--I wasn't interested, whatever it was). I had to keep out of their way and wanted them to keep out of mine, but considering that we were all interested in browsing the journals, this was difficult. I got irritated at them, in particular at the woman, several times. (I felt more forgiving toward the man because he looked friendly and he wasn't as obtrusive.)
The first big journal I saw cost at least $50; it had a big price sticker on the front. :( Way too much. I sighed. Oh well. I spotted then another journal, not quite as big but still with a decent number of pages and a nice shiny hard cover. I think it was around $25. Still expensive, but, I reasoned to myself, it might be worth it for that size, if I paid for it myself. I had to strain to reach it because it was up so high, but I managed to pull it down. I opened it up and was amazed by what I saw.
It didn't have ordinary blank white pages. The pages were all of a thick, kind of coarse-textured paper which was slightly embossed around the edges so as to form a "frame" around the page about an inch or so wide on all sides. What's more is all the pages were COLORED! They were dyed with numerous inks and in numerous ways and the colors they were in were so gorgeous! I can't adequately describe them; it was kind of like watercolor. I can't say tie-dyed because they didn't really have strong patterns of color like that; the colors were more watery and muted but some of them were still bold and bright. And no two pages were alike. It seemed the pages were done in different styles of dyeing and inks and they were the most beautiful journal pages I'd ever seen!
"Ma!" I called out when I spotted her nearby, and waved at her to come and see. I knew she wouldn't be as jazzed as I was, but I was quickly deciding I wanted to buy this journal.
I noticed now that there were a decent number of envelopes also included inside the journal. I puzzled over what these could be for, before deciding they must be for if the journal owner decided to use the pages as stationery; then they could rip them out and use these matching envelopes. The envelopes, of course, were made of the same thick, dyed paper. Ma drew close and I turned to show her the journal. "Isn't it GORGEOUS?" I exclaimed. "I think I'm going to get it for myself." To stave off any irritation on her part, I showed her the envelopes. "I can keep the journal--and you can have the envelopes! I have no use for them. See the pages, aren't they beautiful? They're all dyed! The envelopes are dyed too! Aren't they pretty...?"
Ma was neutral but she seemed to like the envelopes, so I believed I could justify the price of the journal. I would buy it and we would split it, with the journal going to me and the envelopes to her, because I didn't want to rip the pages out. I also felt she would be on my side because of the dye jobs; Ma is big into using dyes and stuff like that. I was a BIT disappointed that there weren't as many pages as I'd thought, because the paper was so thick, but the beauty of it was such that I could overlook that.
I turned my attention back to the shelf, now interested in seeing what else they had. I wanted to take down and look at the $50 journal just because, but I could no longer seem to locate it or another quite as big. And lots of the journals now seemed to be photo albums instead--still pretty, but not at all what I was looking for. :/ There were still some smaller journals but I wasn't as interested. I might have reached up for one of the photo albums or a smaller journal but had trouble reaching it and gave up because it was just beyond my reach and I didn't want the other people to see me struggling, even though there was a tall guy there who could have helped me. I did pull down something else but I wasn't very interested in it. Some of them might have been around $10. Once or twice I had to either wait for one of the other people to get out of the way or I had to hurry to get out of their way and that irritated me.
In real life at Wal-Mart, I'm always looking for journals; I'm always looking for my magazines in the magazine section and rarely have luck finding them all >_< ; the photo albums there are really pretty, and they have some really pretty address books which I keep mistaking for journals; and I often have trouble reaching things on high shelves, such as my favorite tea, and that in fact happened just last week when there was a tall guy in the aisle (I didn't ask him for help either).
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