Date of dream: Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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From a night or so ago.
Very very vague. All I basically recall is being at some sort of gathering of a lot of people in some large, high-ceilinged, fancy room with big windows/glass doors possibly overlooking a large body of water at night/evening. It was well lit. The room was deep. I was with a group of people and was nervous but not horribly anxious like I'd be in real life, so maybe I knew them. It was like a fancy party though I don't remember being dressed up; the atmosphere was relaxed and jovial. People were in groups, talking and laughing.
One of the people present, who joined our group at some point, was a tall British gentleman--I believe he was dressed in a suit, had darkish hair, and was moderately handsome though not strikingly so. I knew he was British because he talked with an accent. He seemed friendly though somewhat quiet--not out of shyness, but I just felt that he didn't feel comfortable interrupting or barging in on people's conversations, and preferred to listen. He was likely in his thirties. He hung out with us for a while and I warmed to him even though we didn't really communicate because he just seemed so nice and polite. At one point, he finally turned to me and we started talking a little, and he was getting ready to say something important, but just then somebody else interrupted and we were drawn away from each other and that was the last I got to talk to him. I sensed that he was as distressed to be parted from me as I was from him, and I was quite sad.
The reason behind my sadness was that, somehow, I knew that this gentleman, whoever he was, was about to declare his love for me, and even though we barely knew each other--at least to my knowledge--I was strongly attracted to him, too. I was even fantasizing about us making out, kissing and holding each other, and found the thought thrilling, though I was worried that such behavior would lead to sex, which I wasn't ready for. Still, he seemed very courteous, and I doubted he'd be pushy. I really wanted to be with him and hear what he had to say--I wanted him to want me, which he seemed to do, and I didn't feel in the least bit like it was some kind of joke or something like I would in real life. It's like we just made some sort of connection on the spot and I knew he was "the one."
Of course I was terribly disappointed when we were parted, and like I said I think he was too. He must have been some sort of Animus figure.
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Date of dream: Saturday, August 18, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Good God almighty, it's another HORRIFICALLY DISJOINTED MACKINAC ISLAND DREAM.
So disjointed, in fact, that I'm afraid I can't describe the entire thing in sequence too well. I think I'll first give a summary of how it went, then describe the individual parts that I remember, in no particular order, though I'll try to keep it as coherent as I can. >_<
Firstly, this dream was vaguely reminiscent of another recent Mackinac Island dream, "Forgot My Map, AGAIN," in that Main Street appeared to be located inside a mall, and the different storefronts were the stores inside a mall.
All right, basic summary: I was on Mackinac Island with relatives which seemed to include at least my parents and possibly some other people. This was my second trip of the year but I was taking it sooner than I'd hoped. Regarding where exactly I wanted to visit, I have no recollection. There seemed to be no map or camera issues like there often are in these dreams. There was a sort of interlude where I visited a water park-type area with the others, probably also located on the island. In part we--which now included my mother, brother, possibly my sister-in-law, and some other people--were getting into cars (??--there ARE no cars on the island!) and there was no room for me so I decided, out of anger, to just walk. This seemed to lead into the part with the mall on Main Street. I was exploring and looking for the bookstore. At some point I joined up with some others (Dad among them?) and discovered that the bookstore no longer existed but had been "hidden" somehow; we found it, and there followed a sort of nightmarish segment involving a sort of vacuum. There then seemed to be a bit of lucidity or else dream-within-a-dream in which the vacuum part recurred. That's about the best I can do in terms of putting it all in order.
Okay, following that rough outline...
Like I said, I was on the island and I know that Ma and Dad were present and there seemed to be other people with us, though not necessarily relatives; I think they were perhaps family friends. I don't recall my brother and his family being present just yet but maybe they were. Regarding getting to the island and orienting ourselves, I don't recall that either. I had no anxieties over a forgotten map or malfunctioning camera, oddly enough. I recall a vague scene with us gathered in a very sunny, warm, open area unlike most on the island; regarding location I'd place it west of town, though it fits no areas in reality. There seemed to be a wide grassy field nearby and I think we were gathered around a concrete structure, discussing our plans; maybe it was a picnic table. There was a strong breeze and I noticed some trees in the distance because their leaves were green and I suddenly realized that this was my second trip to the island this year (I've already taken the first in real life), and I felt kind of disappointed because I'd wanted to take my second trip in autumn when the leaves are changing colors, whereas here they were still green. I couldn't figure out what had possessed me to come again so soon. :/ I never questioned why all these other people were here! So it must have been late summer in my dream, late August or early September. I saw the leaves on the trees swishing in the wind.
Water park interlude: I don't recall where or how this fit into the dream. And I just recalled some elements that I forgot to mention above. At some point I believe the...this is really hard to explain. I believe the others left for somewhere and I got left behind because I delayed following. I think we were still in the area mentioned above but it had changed and seemed to be inside somewhere now, in the corner of a huge room like a gymnasium or something. There seemed to be something about an airport--I think that's where we were headed. *shrug* But as I said I got left behind, through no fault of theirs, and I knew I had to catch up except I didn't know where they had gone. How to find them? At some point in this dream Ma and I had been discussing movies we'd seen and apparently Disney had remade the cartoon Cinderella and I really liked the remake because it was much better (I'm not interested in the original); there were some scenes of this playing in my head. Cinderella wasn't reliant on a prince anymore and was a more interesting character. I seem to recall a scene of an avenue at night with streetlights shining and carriages traveling it, and there were three "fairies" in the movie who were each represented by an animal and they each represented something themselves; one was a fat mouse like Gus-Gus, one was female, a zebra, I think, and I think the third was also female. Sorry this is so confusing! Each represented something, like I think the fat mouse might have been the Fairy of Courage or something (I seem to recall him dressed as a knight), etc. This puzzled me because I'd thought there were a lot more fairies in the movie (this seemed to be getting mixed up with Sleeping Beauty now), plus, I hadn't known that that fat mouse was a fairy, I'd thought he was Gus-Gus; I even thought that to myself. But apparently he and Gus-Gus were two different characters. I saw figurines or dolls of these three fairies and their special outfits. Perhaps they appeared also as human because there was an emphasis on their "animal form."
Anyway--what has this to do with a water park? I'm getting to it. I guess I thought of the Disney movies again for I realized that I could simply call upon Dodger to help me find the others who'd gone on to the airport without me. Dodger the dog from Oliver & Company, that is. In my dream he couldn't talk, he was just a cartoon dog and he seemed to look kind of different too. He was very active and kind of inattentive to people because I called him, and he came, but I then had to latch onto his leash and let him lead me along because he wasn't really paying attention to me! But I told him to find the trail of the others and he started sniffing and racing along and I hurried to keep up.
We raced through a sort of cross between a carpeted hallway and airport terminal which was narrow but busy with other people. I think the carpeting was kind of tan. Icky color. White walls. The hall wasn't too narrow but narrower than a terminal. I kept losing track of Dodger but finding him again. I don't remember this well. Finally I reached what looked like a baggage claim or escalator or something and this was supposed to be the area where they check you and then let you go to the waiting area for your flight; you can't pass this area without a ticket. I guess Dodger went running off now that his part in the dream was done but I saw the others at the end of this area here, yet I couldn't get to them because I hadn't been checked and I didn't want to get arrested! I called out to them and it turned out that I was mistaken, there was no check-in here and I could walk in legally, but I didn't seem to do so; I think they came to me and we went on our way through this terminal or whatever it was.
We ended up in a sort of water park area. I believe there were at least two pools in different levels--everything seemed to be in levels--a smaller pool, like a bath, then a bigger, more public pool which was down lower. They seemed to be white or light blue and the water was light blue as well. It was sunny. Regarding surroundings, I think buildings surrounded the pool area on all sides, but it was a nice spacious, if cluttered, area; I think of potted tropical plants and wrought-iron fences. We seemed quite pleased to be here and stepped down toward the pool areas to relax. I fixed on the little, shallow pool myself; it might have had flowers floating on the surface, as I seem to recall something in the water, and I ran my hands through it. There was a sort of tiled ledge above the pool and resting upon this was a ceramic figure of a cat. It was strange and I can't describe it, but it seemed to be not only a cat but a cat inside something, or maybe it had a weird pose, but it was rather long or rather tall, and narrow/thin the other way. It was kind of stylized and I felt it was old as I think it had some...I don't want to say "dirt," upon it, but it was old. I think it was a black cat. It had something written on it in paint or glaze and this was part of the sculpture (i. e., not graffiti). Curious, I picked up the cat figurine to get a better look. It was a small caption which told about the figurine and its history. It had something to do with witchcraft, like there were old superstitions regarding this figurine, but its bad reputation was unwarranted and it had been unjustly feared. I had to keep turning the figurine this way and that as there were more bits of writing on various parts of it--it seemed to have been divided into sections. I don't think I was able to read all the writing but I did read a lot of it, and when I put the figurine back in its place I was careful and respectful because I knew it had been wronged and I wanted it to know that I felt no ill will toward it (it seemed to be a sentient thing). We enjoyed ourselves at this water park area for a bit.
Cut to a different scene in which we were all getting ready to go somewhere in cars. There were two vehicles--my brother Eric had a pickup truck, and the rest of us had a four-door vehicle of some sort. We seemed to be in the area of Main Street now or blocking a side street and the sun was such that it seemed to be late afternoon. My brother's truck was way off to the left (I was facing inland) and he got into it to drive; nobody else joined him. Everybody else, including me, was heading for the car. My mother got in, and I believe my brother's wife, Shannon, and maybe their daughter, Rayne; there were other people--there were at least six people because I remember there being three people squeezed into both the back and the front (I guess it didn't have bucket seats!). They were all chattering and laughing as they tried to fit in; my mother was in the back. I stood outside in disbelief--I'd been left out, Ma hadn't bothered saving a space for me, and there wasn't possibly any room for me now! I stood and stared at her with a mix of hurt and anger, like, "Why didn't you let ME in?" and I might have asked, "Where am I supposed to sit?" but if she noticed she was more surprised than sympathetic, and nobody offered a solution. I started to grow angry. I saw my brother lean or step out of his truck, craning his neck to look my way, and knew he was going to offer to let me ride with him since his truck could carry two and nobody had even bothered joining him--but I'd wanted to ride with Ma--and by now I was so furious with how they'd overlooked me that I didn't feel like riding with any of them at all. I decided I would simply WALK to our destination while they drove. Screw them for forgetting me. I turned and stormed off down the street (eastward) without another word, hoping they'd worry.
As it turned out, they were all so slow in getting situated in the cars and getting started along the crowded street that I think I reached our destination before they did, and I was on foot! But I still kept separate from them and now I even WANTED to be separated. I wanted them to know how hurt and upset I was so I kept walking quickly. By now Main Street had morphed into the inside of a mall and there were all the various stores and arcades and lots of neon lighting. I left the others behind and now began paying more attention to my surroundings as I wanted to visit a particular store. For some reason I noticed a lot of confection areas where they sold candy and desserts of all weird sorts which don't exist in real life. At one store there were one or two people, a young man and a young woman, outside the storefront, spinning something--it was the kind of dessert their place specialized in--in an attempt to get customers' attention, but I passed them by. In some places there were cakes and pies and special drinks and it all looked so delicious and I was sorely tempted; I did slow down and stare at a lot of things, and had to keep telling myself to move along before the proprietors would think I was interested. Besides, I was more interested in some sort of normal drink like bottled water or tea than in any of these desserts and junk. I can't describe them adequately; I just know there were lots of them and they all looked weird but terribly delicious.
I seemed to get turned around in various areas--I even recall such a part which I'll go over soon--because in the part above, the dessert areas were on my right as I walked right by them, but in this part the stores were over to my left and I seemed to be walking in the opposite direction. *shrug* I saw a store that sold CDs and decided to check it out. There were a lot of CDs in display cases in the front and I browsed them as quickly as I could because there were a few really big, threatening-looking black guys in puffy coats and hoodies and such hanging about, and while I knew they wouldn't hurt me--they only looked thuggish--I didn't want to loiter too long without buying anything or get in anyone's way. They kind of stared at me balefully but as I said, they just looked the part, I didn't think they'd do anything. I believe they ran this store because most of the CDs in front were rap and hip-hop and I wasn't interested. I went into the store--it was small, like mall stores are, and I think it had bright blue carpeting and maybe silver decor, kind of modern looking, with all sorts of shelves, and I think there was a kind of geeky white guy in glasses and spiked hair doing something on a ladder in the back, another proprietor of the store--and saw the other stuff this store sold. There was music in other formats--like something that was supposed to be like MP3, only it was smaller than CDs and resembled flash drives--but nothing I was interested in. I saw where a faux wall blocked off the front display window to my left and peered around it but there was nothing interesting there either. I think there might have been sports wear and stuff, you know, stuff fans of rap and hip-hop would like. As such I didn't spend long here and didn't buy anything.
Well, I decided to look for the bookstore, like I had in my other dream. In this dream it was not associated with the Lilac Tree Hotel, nor did I seem to think of it as the "Island Bookstore"--all aspects of Mackinac Island seemed to have vanished by now. I wandered all over this huge mall seeking the bookstore but all I kept finding now were really boring places. I came to a point which was like a V, or more exactly, a Y, with the passage behind me and two branching off ahead left and right; I think the one to the left led to an exit which was to be used only by mall employees and I think there were a couple of janitors there or something, and some netting(?) over the door (really odd), so I turned away from there. I don't remember if I turned back the way I'd come or went right; it seemed to be both. I was getting all turned around, in any case, and had no clue where I was going or if I'd already been in this area or what.
I seemed to meet up with Dad again, and maybe a few others. It was made clear that I was seeking the bookstore, and they decided to help. We wandered along an area of the mall that didn't seem as busy, and in fact now that I think of it it seemed poorly lit as well. Lots of the stores now seemed like offices or something; really dull. At some point (maybe earlier) I reached a dead end that led into a game or arcade area with black surroundings and little bright lights (again reminiscent of the older dream) and turned back. We walked back and forth, mystified, finding no bookstore when we KNEW there should be one because there'd been one before. Finally we drew to a halt and realized that the bookstore had vanished--the area where we'd narrowed down its past location to now featured a blank wall with some sort of half-columnar, curving sections. This section of wall was dark burgundy/red and had a sort of bumpy texture. We somehow figured it out that the bookstore had been hidden purposefully by the owners of the mall, and made to look as if it had never existed. This had the feeling of a deep, threatening conspiracy, like the tale of the two women who go to stay at a hotel, one goes out for a while, and when she returns the other one is gone and the room is completely different, with different tenants, and nobody but her remembers the other woman--the resolution of the story is that the other woman died of the plague and rather than face the consequences everybody engaged in a conspiracy to get rid of the body and pretend she'd never been there. Well, this felt like that. Why would the mall owners hide the bookstore and pretend it had never existed? It seemed very sinister.
As we talked this over, I felt along the wall and we discovered that there was a hidden doorway which led into where the bookstore had once been. We crept inside here, hoping nobody would notice. It was kind of like we had to open several hidden doors and go around a few tight little turns for some reason, and the room we finally ended up in was smaller than the bookstore had been--I realized this even in the dream. Maybe the renovations they'd made putting in the new wall had done this? *shrug* Anyway, we made our way into this room, which was dimly lit from its "free" side by a window, and discovered it in a state of great disarray. It looked like a small storage space with gray carpeting. We edged into it as it was so cramped. I noticed that we'd left the "door," which was again a curved section of the reddish wall looking out on the mall, somewhat open, and, nervous that we might have been followed, I tried to close it as much as possible without shutting it completely, but it clicked shut and seemed to latch itself so I thought with some anxiety that I'd locked us in! The others didn't notice at first and we looked at our messy surroundings. It looked like almost all of the books had been cleared out and a few other things had been left behind in haste. There were a few battered books, maybe a board game or puzzle in a partly crushed box, and various other things jumbled on the floor; "Why did they leave it in such a mess?" I murmured aloud, perplexed. I felt kind of skeeved out being in here, like the place was "dirty" or contaminated somehow. All we knew was the bookstore had been cleared out and then basically boarded over and hidden in a hurry, made to look as if it had never been, but we didn't know the reason why. We just knew it was a bad reason and we'd be in great trouble if we were found out.
I finally got to say to the others, meekly, "I think I locked us in here," and pointed out the door. It had some silverish latches or hinges on it. The others weren't angry but we were concerned and I felt guilty. What if we were trapped now? We could hardly knock and wait for someone to get us out--this room wasn't even supposed to exist! (Escape through the window never struck us.)
Now comes the part with the "vacuum," and I'm afraid I can't recall how this fit in with anything. Maybe it had to do with an attempt at escape or with the reason why this room had been hidden. But we found...something...like a hose or something, I can't even remember, and it exerted a great deal of suction. I think we talked over this a bit, then grew worried when we realized how dangerous it was. Turns out this long thin hoselike thing had such a powerful pull that it was like a black hole and once it was turned on, or whatever, there was no stopping it. Somebody got sucked into it completely and vanished from sight even though the opening of this thing couldn't have been bigger around than a dime! It was just like you'd see in a cartoon--the person shrank and narrowed out as they were sucked in and disappeared. The vacuum started sucking in other things, and we realized that it would eventually suck up the entire room, the entire mall, and eventually the entire WORLD. We couldn't turn it off--we'd just doomed everyone. As long as anything existed which could be pulled into it, it would keep sucking it up. It didn't strike me in the dream--but maybe this was the reason why the bookstore had been abandoned and hidden?
I remember feeling the terrific pull of the thing, and felt awful anxiety as I tried to fight against it. There was an additional segment in which it seemed that what had happened earlier had been a dream, for I recalled the sucking feeling, and imagined it, and it was so realistic that I literally had to fight against it overcoming me. So it was like a dream within a dream, and even the outer dream managed to scare me with its realism! I had to keep fighting off imagining the vacuum so I wouldn't feel that awful sucking feeling. It's kind of like I was walking along, maybe in the mall, as I was doing this.
AND...that is my big confusing pseudo-Mackinac Island dream. Gawd I hope my next one is more normal and features more Mackinac Island!
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