dreams

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Last night I had one of my "boys from high school" dreams, in classic form (Bob Zasio was the subject of this one, frozen in time as he looked at age 17, even though I've actually seen fairly recent pictures of him). So I think today might be a good day to start the count of recurring themes that I mentioned in some post a while back; continue for a month (3/23-4/23) and see what I get.

Count as of 4/06/04:

Boys I went to high school with: 1
"Dream extra" boys: 2
Michael: 1
enotsola being indifferent to me: 1
Being lost at a university, etc.: 1

Unexpected themes:
Jeremy: 2
enotsola in fact caring: 1

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March 24: Had one of those dreams about being in London (which always looks relatively the same, even though I've never actually) been there. I almost wonder if I should include that as a fifth possible recurring theme, but we'll see. In any case, none of the above four were included (recall that one where both #2 and #4 were).

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March 25: First part involved being at some kind of sci-fi or comic convention, and being in a hotel room with two guys who were ostensibly the voices for Mandark and Dexter. Slight amounts of cuddling in the lounging on the bed while watching something (not a cartoon, I don't think) on the room's TV. Mark one for "random dream extras".

Second part I have now forgotten but it doesn't fulfill any of the categories.

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March 26: Vague recollection of having been dreaming, but no clue as to content. Stupid waking up at a different time than usual.

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March 27: Later in the day, seeing the bottles of nail polish remover in the closet brought back a fleeting glimpse of dreaming about topping off a partially empty bottle of the stuff with water, but that's all I can recall.

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March 28: Two dreams recalled.

The first one involved being in some random apartment somewhere (like a "dream extra", but a location). enotsola was there somewhere but there was no focus on him not caring about me. Something about a live fox of larger than usual size, staying in with me rather than going out the door. Something else about not only the picture of Malkav I actually did draw, but a couple of others that I have never drawn (although very similar in appearance - basically the same portrayal, in slightly different poses and expressions).

The second involved three boys and a girl sleeping in my bed, and something about a clock radio that was too loud and had three dials on top, two of which controlled different aspects of the volume, and the third of which was "tone" and one end of the scale there was "velvet". There were some random kisses (interestingly, all three of the boys were, although cute, normal geeky types, and wearing slightly... unfashionable glasses), so I think this falls into the "dream extra boys" category.

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March 29: Fairly bizarre dream about a spring equinox ritual, held in a modern-built "castle", where there was a fairly large "audience" of participants who just stood around and joined in chanting and stuff, and then a smaller circle of actual ritualists, two or three of which were hanging themselves (as in, with nooses) as part of the proceedings, some sort of ritual sacrifice.

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March 30: Argh. now I've forgotten, since I didn't bother to write it down earlier today. I know Jeremy was involved at some point, but it wasn't affectionate, so it didn't even kind of fall under #1. I knew I should have recorded this one when I was at work. Bother.

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March 31: No recollection. I was awakened by two phone calls around 10:15, which is normally when I get up but not when I was planning to today, so that rather interrupted things.

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April 1:

1st dream - Walking in a campground/site, a la 4QF, Harbin, Gaia's Oasis. Walked through a spot with a circle trod in the chaparral, about 8-9 feet across, and some kind of statue in the east. Later walked up through (from underground) a building and upon emerging there was something resembling the Lodge at Minaluta and the "quad" in front of it.

2nd - Being at a universit, parking in the parking garage. Flipping through a packet of papers in my car and being surprised to see grades for Sunday classes I hadn't remembered taking. (Don't remember if the grades were failing or not.) Some wandering around trying to fine a computer to get a schedule printout from, because I didn't know where I was supposed to be or when. Being confronted by a student calling herself Kristin Marcil (!) but who looked like Samantha Broome, about an 88% grade she wanted me to change (apparently I had been a student teacher or something). Seeing a grade of B in some drawing class that I did remember taking.

This makes me think of an additional "common theme" - wandering around a college not knowing that I'm supposed to be in a class, forgetting to go, or being unable to find it.

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April 2: Pretty mixed up and flahsed back and forth between me being in the same airport as I was in that one dream a while back where the freeway was sort of like going to San Jose, but not really (kind of a cross between 101 and 87), and the checkin line looked vaguely like Immigration in Toronto, and the plane itself was a lot of empty space, and was in fact like a flying room from a building, concrete floor, with a bunch of folding chairs in it... and between the story of some vampire's "Embrace", although it wasn't in the usual WW way (although there were some fancy WW books in the airport coffee shop/bookstore). I looked at a shrink-wrapped set of CB: Malkavian with a pack of Jyhad cards? storyteller screen? CD? something packaged with it, that was smaller than the book, in a cardboard envelope. Also a slipcased set of a thickish black book (1 1/4") with the mirror embossed in silver at the top of the spine, with a thinner white book (1/2") that had another different silver symbol embossed on it (not sure what - vaguely like the Setite symbol, I think?). CB: Malk's cover art was different.

The vampire was male with short, spiky bleached blond hair. I have an image of him purposely dragging his hands along a huge saw-like thing (like a nasty circular saw blade with big pointy teeth, but straight like a hand saw) to cut them, and this was part of the "embrace" somehow. Also an image of him awakening in a sort of alley corner, looking up, and a person in a long black coat came with one of those 5-gallon water cooler bottles as if to offer him water ("cruel, no? when what you need is blood?" - there was a kind of narration laid over a first-person perspective; I got the impression it was a TV show), but ended up pouring it all over him, and as the camera switched to an overhead view, it became a big white plastic bucket (10 gallon? whatever size those are) and the pourer walked away; he was supposedly an angel ("he knew what you were"), and both he and some guy I saw in the airport (see, this is the mixed up bit) were that one guy who comes into the lab who is always printing resumes double-sided and talks too fast and jumbly.

In the airport, we greeted each other and clasped arms, but he got mad when I stayed too long browsing books (I hadn't brought one for the five-hour flight, so wanted to buy one), and wouldn't come back when I yelled after him. He was afraid he was going to miss the plane. (The bookstore/coffee shop was a very dimly lit affair, being sort of a corner of a warehouse-like "terminal".)

Another part of the TV-show-like part of it was animated, and the guy who was later a vampire was show fucking a girl out in the forest (? landscaping?) and really that's too kind of a word, because he was masturbating with her as a prop, picking her up in all kinds of odd ways (he was standing upright), slapping her legs together, and pushing her over and thrusting really hard and stuff.

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April 3: again two dreams.

1. Something about being in an apartment with Jeremy.
2. Being in a big theatre, watching first someone else doing a show of some kind, then later being up on stage myself along with Aaron, Jeff, Sarah, and I'm not exactly sure who else. The stage mutated into the Homestead stage at that point, and our own stuff really sucked, Mrs Clarke was yelling at us and shaking her head in disbelief. For some reason the white backdrop at the back was missing or rolled up and that was one of the unbelievable mistakes (wtf is that thing called? augh!).

I wish I had written down more details at the time. I only wrote enough to trigger a memory when I went back to write a couple hours later on the same day. That would have been fine if I had actually DONE that. oops.

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April 4: Just little remnants now remain. Michael was in it somewhere. The other birch tree in the back yard falling over (although it wasn't just like the one there now - it had a single trunk), pushed by a light to moderate wind. First part of the top came off, then some of the branches, then the whole thing. It all fell neatly in a pile alongside the house, though.

I guess I'll count this one towards Michael, even though I don't now remember it at all.

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April 5: Bah. Now I don't remember. Something about being on Queen St in Toronto, and wandering off with Gord into a residential area with lots of yards and stuff, and losing him somewhere in the middle of crawling through hedges, and going back to the cafe we had started out from because I was supposed to meet my mom there at some point (she was going to pick me up to drive me home? something - except that was still cross-country) and eventually I did see her. Yet somehow at the same time I knew Gord, once he noticed I was missing (which did take a while), was frantically searching for me. Kind of an odd combination.

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April 6: Erk. Dreaming about Jeremy in ways I would much rather be dreaming about enotsola. The hell? Is there any connection between relative oddness of dreams, and how late I go to bed?