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I actually remember two rather intense dreams from last night. Curiously, both were when I was lying on my back, and both had a feel of being almost awake. The first I awoke from at about 10:00, and the second was when I was drifting in and out of sleep closer to 11:30 (my alarm is set for 11:45).
The first one was amusing since it was a redone "Pirates of the Caribbean" ride at a supposed Disneyland. You sat down actually in the restaurant (at Disneyland, the "Blue Bayou" restaurant is at the end of it... dunno about Disney World), on these red seats which sort of formed arcs around the tables at one end of the room, and then the lights went out and the seats themselves turned out to be on a track that went into the actual ride itself. (This is also wrong - the real ride is in a boat in a shallow channel of water.) Then it stopped and the first thing was watching some very old, I assume not actually existent b/w Disney cartoons which had a strange mix of characters - one had what looked like an early character sketch for Dumbo, being less stylized/cute/cartoony (thus having a sort of 1920s/30s quality), except they were calling him "Winnie" and a voiceover said something about "Winnie" flapping his ears while he was jumping up and down on a branch.
(Side note: No, I haven't seen Pirates of the Caribbean yet, although I was highly amused by the short review in the Eye which said "this is a movie you ride around in circles for 143 minutes, wishing you were at Disneyland" and "Johnny Depp plays captain Jack Sparrow as if he were on the pirate float in a gay pride parade". By the way, Pirates was my favourite ride the first time I was at Disneyland when I was 10. At that time Space Mountain was down for repairs and I was still scared of rollercoasters anyway, so you wouldn't have caught me on the Matterhorn or Big Thunder Mountain Railroad -- which latter, embarrassingly, we couldn't even find, kinda tucked into a back corner as it is. Now I think I would have to say my favourite is Space Mountain.)
The second dream was quite odd. I seem to have started to have a recurring theme of people breaking into the house that I am in, whether that be my own, someone else's, or someplace I have fled for safety. I'm not sure what this means psychologically. In this case, seeing someone peeking in windows or something in the back, I slip out the front and run two doors down to the McCutchen's house, skipping the next-door neighbour even though her Volvo is home because she is a late-middle-age widow. Mr. McCutchen (who alternately gets referred to as both "Steve" and "George" - I have no idea if either of these is his real name) and one of his daughters are outside. I sort of anxiously go up the driveway towards the open gate, explaining as I go. There's some stuff about passing through the kitchen where they are washing some bowls which had macaroni salad after some kind of pool party they had. There are in fact a few noodles of macaroni floating - or more like swimming, since they keep moving - in the pool, which is an extraordinarily deep colour of blue, rather than the light blue pools usually are. There is something odd about an attractive sort of Asian-looking (but still with pale Caucasian skin) girl who has long, long hair that she is starting to dreadlock. In the meantime she resembles no one so much as Winnowill from the ElfQuest comics. Her hair is actually a wig, and there's a part where she takes it off and I am wearing it for a bit and fiddling with one of the proto-dreads.
The next thing I remember is myself and Mr. McCutchen taking up positions on either side of the front door (inside), myself holding a broom, and him holding something similar, perhaps another broom. I remember mentioning that one of the burglars had a knife of some kind, but the others (I think there were three?) were not well-armed if at all. So one of them comes in and I try to brain him with the broom handle, but he has two much thinner dowels, and we get in some kind of swordfight. (I have no clue how to handle a sword-like weapon.) I manage to catch and break both his dowels.
Then the next thing I remember after that is being out in the backyard where the pool is.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enotsola has appeared at some point. The burglar who had short, shaved blond hair says something about "sucking his ugly cock", but makes no moves on this, and I whisper to enotsola that why would anyone do that if it was, in fact, ugly? (Not sure what relevance that bit has to anything at all.)
Then comes the truly weird part. The lead burglar, who has about shoulder-length curly brown hair, flips some kind of switch on a box behind him (don't ask) and morphs into this sort of demon like thing. He doesn't get wings or anything like that, but he grows, hair turns white/blue-black (I remember both), eyes are red, his clothes change to some kind of robes. He looks like a blurry computer-drawn effect, actually. Then next after that is the actual confrontation between us.
This is out on the pool, possibly on some kind of floaty things, and is actually a magical battle. He's overpowering me and enotsola in some way, and then I suddenly project this pure rush of Faerie/glamour at him, in greens and silvers (not actually visible), and he swims/staggers back across the pool to a bench on the other side. He's still in the same colours but no longer so large and in general the feeling is as of having broken through to the actual person underneath. There's a short gap and then I remember placing my two hands (tips of first two or three fingers) on front and back of his head, chest, and lower belly, and ... kindling.. growing.. (or something) three energy centers there, which are represented by silver, three-dimensional, eight-pointed stars (they look sort of like Christmas tree ornaments.. take two equal-armed crosses and make them orthagonal to each other in space). This is somehow a healing effect on him.
I woke up shortly after that.
The first one was amusing since it was a redone "Pirates of the Caribbean" ride at a supposed Disneyland. You sat down actually in the restaurant (at Disneyland, the "Blue Bayou" restaurant is at the end of it... dunno about Disney World), on these red seats which sort of formed arcs around the tables at one end of the room, and then the lights went out and the seats themselves turned out to be on a track that went into the actual ride itself. (This is also wrong - the real ride is in a boat in a shallow channel of water.) Then it stopped and the first thing was watching some very old, I assume not actually existent b/w Disney cartoons which had a strange mix of characters - one had what looked like an early character sketch for Dumbo, being less stylized/cute/cartoony (thus having a sort of 1920s/30s quality), except they were calling him "Winnie" and a voiceover said something about "Winnie" flapping his ears while he was jumping up and down on a branch.
(Side note: No, I haven't seen Pirates of the Caribbean yet, although I was highly amused by the short review in the Eye which said "this is a movie you ride around in circles for 143 minutes, wishing you were at Disneyland" and "Johnny Depp plays captain Jack Sparrow as if he were on the pirate float in a gay pride parade". By the way, Pirates was my favourite ride the first time I was at Disneyland when I was 10. At that time Space Mountain was down for repairs and I was still scared of rollercoasters anyway, so you wouldn't have caught me on the Matterhorn or Big Thunder Mountain Railroad -- which latter, embarrassingly, we couldn't even find, kinda tucked into a back corner as it is. Now I think I would have to say my favourite is Space Mountain.)
The second dream was quite odd. I seem to have started to have a recurring theme of people breaking into the house that I am in, whether that be my own, someone else's, or someplace I have fled for safety. I'm not sure what this means psychologically. In this case, seeing someone peeking in windows or something in the back, I slip out the front and run two doors down to the McCutchen's house, skipping the next-door neighbour even though her Volvo is home because she is a late-middle-age widow. Mr. McCutchen (who alternately gets referred to as both "Steve" and "George" - I have no idea if either of these is his real name) and one of his daughters are outside. I sort of anxiously go up the driveway towards the open gate, explaining as I go. There's some stuff about passing through the kitchen where they are washing some bowls which had macaroni salad after some kind of pool party they had. There are in fact a few noodles of macaroni floating - or more like swimming, since they keep moving - in the pool, which is an extraordinarily deep colour of blue, rather than the light blue pools usually are. There is something odd about an attractive sort of Asian-looking (but still with pale Caucasian skin) girl who has long, long hair that she is starting to dreadlock. In the meantime she resembles no one so much as Winnowill from the ElfQuest comics. Her hair is actually a wig, and there's a part where she takes it off and I am wearing it for a bit and fiddling with one of the proto-dreads.
The next thing I remember is myself and Mr. McCutchen taking up positions on either side of the front door (inside), myself holding a broom, and him holding something similar, perhaps another broom. I remember mentioning that one of the burglars had a knife of some kind, but the others (I think there were three?) were not well-armed if at all. So one of them comes in and I try to brain him with the broom handle, but he has two much thinner dowels, and we get in some kind of swordfight. (I have no clue how to handle a sword-like weapon.) I manage to catch and break both his dowels.
Then the next thing I remember after that is being out in the backyard where the pool is.
enotsola has appeared at some point. The burglar who had short, shaved blond hair says something about "sucking his ugly cock", but makes no moves on this, and I whisper to enotsola that why would anyone do that if it was, in fact, ugly? (Not sure what relevance that bit has to anything at all.) Then comes the truly weird part. The lead burglar, who has about shoulder-length curly brown hair, flips some kind of switch on a box behind him (don't ask) and morphs into this sort of demon like thing. He doesn't get wings or anything like that, but he grows, hair turns white/blue-black (I remember both), eyes are red, his clothes change to some kind of robes. He looks like a blurry computer-drawn effect, actually. Then next after that is the actual confrontation between us.
This is out on the pool, possibly on some kind of floaty things, and is actually a magical battle. He's overpowering me and enotsola in some way, and then I suddenly project this pure rush of Faerie/glamour at him, in greens and silvers (not actually visible), and he swims/staggers back across the pool to a bench on the other side. He's still in the same colours but no longer so large and in general the feeling is as of having broken through to the actual person underneath. There's a short gap and then I remember placing my two hands (tips of first two or three fingers) on front and back of his head, chest, and lower belly, and ... kindling.. growing.. (or something) three energy centers there, which are represented by silver, three-dimensional, eight-pointed stars (they look sort of like Christmas tree ornaments.. take two equal-armed crosses and make them orthagonal to each other in space). This is somehow a healing effect on him.
I woke up shortly after that.
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Date: Jul. 11th, 2003 02:09 pm (UTC)From:all i dream about is selling bunny shaped piles of weed and serving the mexican mafia taco bell, or me flying