I dreamed my little sister was bein picked on by the son of a guy I'd gone to high school with. They were both about eleven. When my sister told me about it, I doin the boy out at a school dance, an I told him who I was. Then I told him if he ever messed with my little sister again, I would CUT him, and he could go ask his dad if he thought I didn't mean what I said
That settled that, and I went to visit some friends who lived in New York City. They lived in this enormous house on the shores of a bay of crystalline blue water. As I walked toward the cul de sac at the end of their street, I realized I'd been there before. The second to last house on the water front was a two story Tuscan villa style house with a broad driveway and a stony path down to the rocky shore beyond.
I stood on the sidewalk, gazing over at the water, a neighbor noticed me, and came to make sure I wasn't as sketchy as I seemed. As I was explaining, the dog of the house, an old golden retriever, with a heavy frost of silver around her muzzle that contrasted with her deep reddish coat, came bounding over the weed draped rocks, up from the ebbing waters, and came right up to greet me enthusiastically. This seemed to settle things for the neighbor.
I gazed a while longer, and threw a stick for the dog, before going back to my friends' house. As I walked in, I bumped against something, and some grayish, ashy powder got on my hands. I brushed it off, but in a few minutes, I noticed squishy bulges on my face and arms, that sort of slid around beneath my skin. I was able to guide them toward my eyes and nose and mouth, and as they reached these outlets, bright, silvery dollops of liquid metal fell out of my face. I started gathering them in a bowl, and my friends said not to worry, that it would stop after a while, but not to touch the baby until it did. Then I woke up.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
I Came, I Hiked, I Got Bitten by a Cobra and Met a Queen ~ 1/14/2017
I dreamed I was on a long hike through a rugged jungle. I was following an ancient, stone-paved road through the dense growth. It was cracked and choked with weeds, but it still showed a clearer path than the thick forests on either side.
Groups of exotic animals often wandered past me, deer, leopards, alligators, with brightly colored birds flapping along overhead. As one group rushed past, I looked down and saw they were being chased by two snakes. One was a cobra, and just as I saw it, and turned to hurry away, it noticed me, and it struck.
I felt its fangs go into my calf. It hurt a lot less than I'd thought it would. It was going to bite me again, but I managed to dump my backpack on its head, pinning it to the ground. Then I slid the backpack back along its body so just its head was free, and I stomped down on it, grinding it into the ground and killing it.
I pulled out a handkerchief and tied it tightly around my calf above the bite as a tourniquet. Then I sat down on a boulder beside the road, wondering what to do. I didn't want to walk, because that would spread the poison quicker, but I knew I needed help, and soon.
Just then, a group of local boys ran past, and I called out to them to help me. They stopped and I told them what had happened. I asked if they would go to the bed and breakfast I was supposed to stay at that night, and let them know I was bitten and needed help. They said they would and ran off.
I wasn't very confident that they would actually complete that mission, but they must have, because a young man came back down the path about fifteen minutes later. He had golden skin, huge green eyes, and thick, dark, wavy hair that tumbled around his face in the wind. He almost didn't seem human, he was so beautiful. He said he was the village doctor, and had come to help.
I told him I'd been bitten by a snake, and he asked if I knew which kind. I said it was a cobra, and he was skeptical, and told me cobras didn't live in this area. I pointed over to my backpack, with the dead snake still pinned under it, and he said that, oh, well, obviously I'd been bitten by a cobra. But he said it in a way that made it clear he was laughing at himself. He apologized, and got to work examining the bite.
Even though it hadn't hurt that much at first, my lower calf now felt like it was on fire, and the feeling was spreading up toward my tourniquet. The doctor pulled out a knife and knelt down. He made two little x shaped cuts over each puncture mark, then bent to begin sucking the poison out of the bite. The burning feeling slowly faded, to be replaced by a dull ache. He said that was perfectly normal after that sort of bite, because even though the venom was gone, some damage had been done to those tissues, and only time would heal them up. Until that healing, my leg would be very shaky, and wouldn't hold me, so I should stay off of my feet.
To complete the healing ritual, he said I needed to replace the blood he'd taken, and he took the knife again and made two little x shaped cuts on his own shoulder, telling me to drink the blood that flowed out. I was hesitant, because that sounded just plain gross, and what about hepatitis or HIV or something? But he insisted, and I figured, what the heck, this was a dream anyway, so I licked up the trails of blood that had begun to roll down his arm, and I sucked for a while on the little wounds. It didn't make my leg feel any better, but it satisfied the doctor that we'd done everything we could and should.
He helped me to my feet, pulling my arm around his neck so he could support me on my injured side. He picked up my backpack with his free hand, and we limped along the last mile to my bed and breakfast, where he got me into my bed and made arrangements to extend my booking. I fell asleep before I could thank him for all his help.
I woke up the next day to find a bunch of school kids having breakfast downstairs. This B&B didn't just feed paying guests, but sometimes hosted groups of local kids, because the owners loved children so much. I sat for a while on a sofa with my leg propped up, and was given the job of minding the television remote so the kids wouldn't watch anything inappropriate. Eventually they cleared out and the inn was quiet again. The owner said that since tomorrow was a weekday, they'd be in school, and that the mob scene was only a weekend thing.
After a few days of rest, I was definitely feeling better, but my leg was still achy, and sometimes gave out on me. But the innkeeper came in and told me that the queen demanded that I come pay her a visit, along with a group of teenagers that had come in buses for just that purpose. The B&B was located in what had once been a gatehouse to the grand palace, and the queen had heard I was there, and wanted me to come in so I could thank her personally for the hospitality I'd been shown.
Since I still couldn't walk very well, the innkeeper showed me an enormous peacock that had agreed to let me ride on his back. The teenagers and I went in procession through the gates to the palace. Every building in the huge, sprawling complex had been made of a deep red sandstone that contrasted gorgeously with the lush green of the palms and vines that filled the grounds. The kids went in for their audience, and I was told to wait. After a few minutes it began to rain, and I was purposefully moved to an antechamber with no roof, so I would get all wet. The queen was a vain and spiteful person, apparently. She wanted me to thank her from as humiliated a position as she could put me in.
I curled up under a narrow table to stay as dry as I could, and my peacock spread his tail over me to shelter me. The tail turned out to be amazingly water-tight, so I stayed mostly dry. The guard that was sent to guide and watch me realized that I wasn't actually going to let myself get soaked, and he was tired of getting drenched himself, so he took me into a more sheltered room. He wasn't going to let the bird come with us, but I argued that I had to ride it, because I couldn't walk. The peacock went over to a bed of plants and neatly defecated, proving he was house trained, and apparently fairly sentient.
So the guard took us through, and I met the queen. She had a Cleopatra sort of hair style and was dressed in turquoise silk with huge gold jewelry. I was as obsequious as I could be, because I just wanted out of there. I could tell she thought I was mocking her, but there wasn't really anything she could call out, and she finally got bored of baiting me, and sent me on my way. But she did say my peacock belonged to her, and he had to stay when I left.
I rode back out to the guard house, then got off the peacock's back and sat against a column, wondering what I should do. My leg did feel a lot better, but the doctor had said...
Then the peacock in front of me shivered and transformed into the doctor, wearing the uniform of the palace guard! He told me it had been his pleasure to help me, and that my leg should be fine now, and was healed enough to be all the stronger for being used from here on out. I was much more grateful to him than to the queen, but he wouldn't let me thank him at all, probably because it would make her jealous, and she'd take it out on him if should couldn't punish me. But I felt like I had made a true friend. We said goodbye, and he walked off into the guards' quarters. And then I woke up.
Groups of exotic animals often wandered past me, deer, leopards, alligators, with brightly colored birds flapping along overhead. As one group rushed past, I looked down and saw they were being chased by two snakes. One was a cobra, and just as I saw it, and turned to hurry away, it noticed me, and it struck.
I felt its fangs go into my calf. It hurt a lot less than I'd thought it would. It was going to bite me again, but I managed to dump my backpack on its head, pinning it to the ground. Then I slid the backpack back along its body so just its head was free, and I stomped down on it, grinding it into the ground and killing it.
I pulled out a handkerchief and tied it tightly around my calf above the bite as a tourniquet. Then I sat down on a boulder beside the road, wondering what to do. I didn't want to walk, because that would spread the poison quicker, but I knew I needed help, and soon.
Just then, a group of local boys ran past, and I called out to them to help me. They stopped and I told them what had happened. I asked if they would go to the bed and breakfast I was supposed to stay at that night, and let them know I was bitten and needed help. They said they would and ran off.
I wasn't very confident that they would actually complete that mission, but they must have, because a young man came back down the path about fifteen minutes later. He had golden skin, huge green eyes, and thick, dark, wavy hair that tumbled around his face in the wind. He almost didn't seem human, he was so beautiful. He said he was the village doctor, and had come to help.
I told him I'd been bitten by a snake, and he asked if I knew which kind. I said it was a cobra, and he was skeptical, and told me cobras didn't live in this area. I pointed over to my backpack, with the dead snake still pinned under it, and he said that, oh, well, obviously I'd been bitten by a cobra. But he said it in a way that made it clear he was laughing at himself. He apologized, and got to work examining the bite.
Even though it hadn't hurt that much at first, my lower calf now felt like it was on fire, and the feeling was spreading up toward my tourniquet. The doctor pulled out a knife and knelt down. He made two little x shaped cuts over each puncture mark, then bent to begin sucking the poison out of the bite. The burning feeling slowly faded, to be replaced by a dull ache. He said that was perfectly normal after that sort of bite, because even though the venom was gone, some damage had been done to those tissues, and only time would heal them up. Until that healing, my leg would be very shaky, and wouldn't hold me, so I should stay off of my feet.
To complete the healing ritual, he said I needed to replace the blood he'd taken, and he took the knife again and made two little x shaped cuts on his own shoulder, telling me to drink the blood that flowed out. I was hesitant, because that sounded just plain gross, and what about hepatitis or HIV or something? But he insisted, and I figured, what the heck, this was a dream anyway, so I licked up the trails of blood that had begun to roll down his arm, and I sucked for a while on the little wounds. It didn't make my leg feel any better, but it satisfied the doctor that we'd done everything we could and should.
He helped me to my feet, pulling my arm around his neck so he could support me on my injured side. He picked up my backpack with his free hand, and we limped along the last mile to my bed and breakfast, where he got me into my bed and made arrangements to extend my booking. I fell asleep before I could thank him for all his help.
I woke up the next day to find a bunch of school kids having breakfast downstairs. This B&B didn't just feed paying guests, but sometimes hosted groups of local kids, because the owners loved children so much. I sat for a while on a sofa with my leg propped up, and was given the job of minding the television remote so the kids wouldn't watch anything inappropriate. Eventually they cleared out and the inn was quiet again. The owner said that since tomorrow was a weekday, they'd be in school, and that the mob scene was only a weekend thing.
After a few days of rest, I was definitely feeling better, but my leg was still achy, and sometimes gave out on me. But the innkeeper came in and told me that the queen demanded that I come pay her a visit, along with a group of teenagers that had come in buses for just that purpose. The B&B was located in what had once been a gatehouse to the grand palace, and the queen had heard I was there, and wanted me to come in so I could thank her personally for the hospitality I'd been shown.
Since I still couldn't walk very well, the innkeeper showed me an enormous peacock that had agreed to let me ride on his back. The teenagers and I went in procession through the gates to the palace. Every building in the huge, sprawling complex had been made of a deep red sandstone that contrasted gorgeously with the lush green of the palms and vines that filled the grounds. The kids went in for their audience, and I was told to wait. After a few minutes it began to rain, and I was purposefully moved to an antechamber with no roof, so I would get all wet. The queen was a vain and spiteful person, apparently. She wanted me to thank her from as humiliated a position as she could put me in.
I curled up under a narrow table to stay as dry as I could, and my peacock spread his tail over me to shelter me. The tail turned out to be amazingly water-tight, so I stayed mostly dry. The guard that was sent to guide and watch me realized that I wasn't actually going to let myself get soaked, and he was tired of getting drenched himself, so he took me into a more sheltered room. He wasn't going to let the bird come with us, but I argued that I had to ride it, because I couldn't walk. The peacock went over to a bed of plants and neatly defecated, proving he was house trained, and apparently fairly sentient.
So the guard took us through, and I met the queen. She had a Cleopatra sort of hair style and was dressed in turquoise silk with huge gold jewelry. I was as obsequious as I could be, because I just wanted out of there. I could tell she thought I was mocking her, but there wasn't really anything she could call out, and she finally got bored of baiting me, and sent me on my way. But she did say my peacock belonged to her, and he had to stay when I left.
I rode back out to the guard house, then got off the peacock's back and sat against a column, wondering what I should do. My leg did feel a lot better, but the doctor had said...
Then the peacock in front of me shivered and transformed into the doctor, wearing the uniform of the palace guard! He told me it had been his pleasure to help me, and that my leg should be fine now, and was healed enough to be all the stronger for being used from here on out. I was much more grateful to him than to the queen, but he wouldn't let me thank him at all, probably because it would make her jealous, and she'd take it out on him if should couldn't punish me. But I felt like I had made a true friend. We said goodbye, and he walked off into the guards' quarters. And then I woke up.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Pre-Wedding Jitters ~ 1/4/2017
I dreamed it was the day before my wedding. I was getting married in my family's new house. Which we were currently in the process of moving into. What could possibly go wrong?
First, thank goodness, my father was able to make it, but we kept having to hide him, because he was in the witness protection program, so no one but us could know he was there. Which also meant he couldn't help with any of the moving.
Then, Brooke was supposed to be in charge of making the pizza for the reception, but she wouldn't stop carrying stuff from the old house to the new long enough to do it, and mom kept taking away the ingredients anyway. Finally I put everything I needed out on the counter in front of me where I could keep an eye on it, and started making the pizza myself.
I kept telling mom to take my wedding dress over to the new house and hang it in my changing room, but someone kept bringing it back. Then mom got really mad at me for telling her to do things she knew she'd already done, and I tried to explain that I *knew* she'd done it before, but it needed to be done again, and no one could figure out why or how this was happening.
I finally finished the pizza, and Brooke carried that over, along with my dress. It was just about time for the wedding, and we all knew for once where the dress was, so they rushed me over to the new house so I could get ready.
The new house had an amphitheater, which is where the wedding was going to be. People were already getting seated, but it wasn't like I was supposed to keep from being seen, because, since there wasn't actually a groom, it didn't matter who saw me before the wedding.
My changing area was basically the last few rows of the amphitheater with sheets draped to block the area from view. My dress lay there over one row of seats, but I couldn't change into it, because people kept coming through the sheets and sitting in the back rows. Which made no sense, because then they wouldn't be able to see the wedding!
I finally started yelling at everyone to get out and stay out and no one else come back there, and once I was alone, I got changed super-quick. I looked in the mirror and began debating whether or not it was okay that my bangs were in my eyes, and whether or not I should shave, or at least trim, my beard. And then I woke up.
First, thank goodness, my father was able to make it, but we kept having to hide him, because he was in the witness protection program, so no one but us could know he was there. Which also meant he couldn't help with any of the moving.
Then, Brooke was supposed to be in charge of making the pizza for the reception, but she wouldn't stop carrying stuff from the old house to the new long enough to do it, and mom kept taking away the ingredients anyway. Finally I put everything I needed out on the counter in front of me where I could keep an eye on it, and started making the pizza myself.
I kept telling mom to take my wedding dress over to the new house and hang it in my changing room, but someone kept bringing it back. Then mom got really mad at me for telling her to do things she knew she'd already done, and I tried to explain that I *knew* she'd done it before, but it needed to be done again, and no one could figure out why or how this was happening.
I finally finished the pizza, and Brooke carried that over, along with my dress. It was just about time for the wedding, and we all knew for once where the dress was, so they rushed me over to the new house so I could get ready.
The new house had an amphitheater, which is where the wedding was going to be. People were already getting seated, but it wasn't like I was supposed to keep from being seen, because, since there wasn't actually a groom, it didn't matter who saw me before the wedding.
My changing area was basically the last few rows of the amphitheater with sheets draped to block the area from view. My dress lay there over one row of seats, but I couldn't change into it, because people kept coming through the sheets and sitting in the back rows. Which made no sense, because then they wouldn't be able to see the wedding!
I finally started yelling at everyone to get out and stay out and no one else come back there, and once I was alone, I got changed super-quick. I looked in the mirror and began debating whether or not it was okay that my bangs were in my eyes, and whether or not I should shave, or at least trim, my beard. And then I woke up.
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