I dreamed I was a slender, Indian American teenager, with dark skin and eyes, going to a school dance dressed in a gorgeous dark green and black silk brockade dress over a black lace under dress with star-like points of gold, a sort of medieval style outfit. My wrap was black netting with gold as well.
I loaned my cousin a hooded black velvet cloak because her dress was sleeveless, and mine had long bell sleeves and I was warm enough. This elegance contrasts quite a bit with my dream the night before, where my mother packed my clothes for a three day wedding, but only packed me dresses for the first and second day.
She suggested I borrow a beautiful retro red, dark green, cream, and black patterned dress that actually belonged to Emma Watson, until I explained that there was no way it would fit me. My cousins Sam and Stevie were in suits, and I ended up having to wear slacks that were a strange color, somewhere between magenta and purple (puce maybe?) and a hot pink tank, with a sort of spaghetti strap camisole of black netting over it, that was woven through with the thick yarn hair ties I used to have as a kid, in red, green, orange, and pale pink.
It was a super-awkward outfit. Then I woke up.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Thursday, December 21, 2017
TBTT#32 As if Spiders Weren’t Bad Enough ~ 6/29/2013
I dreamed my New Orleans game night group and I were walking down near the Walmart on Tchoupitoulas, which was nearby, when some convicts, most of whom were murderers, were lead down the street with people who were claiming that the convicts had repented, were born again, and needed to be forgiven, and we should donate money to help raise awareness for them. An old paunchy silver haired man who looked like a football coach put his hand on my shoulder and said, “You NEED to do something for them!” I glared at him and said I pray for them all every day, now get your hands OFF of me. Then we joined up with Greg Sanders and Warrick Brown from CSI, and they were trying to solve some mystery. The killings involved a new species of tiny, black, bioengineered spiders that scatter in the light, but in darkness gather by the hundreds and thousands, begin to vibrate up and down in chorus like daddy longlegs, and then, with sparks and flashes of tiny blue lightning, shoot forth suffocating grey masses of sticky cobwebs to engulf a person. The spiders had infested my hill country home, and we were trying to both get rid of them and study them, and they kept massing in the TV room, in the deep corner recesses of the built-in book shelves. At some point Adam and Jamie from the Mythbusters teamed up to help us. As long as we kept our flashlights and cellphone lights trained on the corners, the spiders stayed hidden, but the lights kept going out, and we’d see the little blue sparking arcs start up, and scramble to get the lights back on. Then I woke up.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
A Nautical Theme ~ 11/28/2017
I dreamed I was visiting the school I had kindergarten in, in Corpus Christi, Texas. It was white sided Victorian building nestled in medieval stone cloisters. Slate roofs had been added to form halls where there had been yards, and one of the roofs had collapsed. I could remember walking there as a child.
In my pocket I found a letter I had written as an assignment to the person I admired most. It contained the word "adulation," which of course I used as a five year old. Who wouldn't? I had written it, not to anyone famous or family, but a girl who was two years ahead of me at the school. She was attending the same reunion I was, so I gave her the letter, and we became Facebook friends.
The reunion committee had collected a bunch of home videos, and they were on a loop in the cafeteria. I saw my kindergarten self, and there was a man's hand resting on my head, patting my curls. His fingers were covered with enormous, flashing rings. One was a rectangular cut red stone almost as long as his finger. But I knew it was my dad, because on another finger I could see his Aggie ring.
I went fishing with my mother and sister. We were sitting on the steps of the seawall, and I could see large fish swimming just beneath the surface. I cast out my line with a hunk of chicken meat on it, right in front of a 3-foot drum. I was just using a bamboo cane pole, so I couldn't reel my line in, but I tugged it around in the water to entice the fish. Then I realized I'd actually got the attention of a nine-foot shark. I yanked my line back to shore, but unfortunately the shark followed it, and we all fled up the steps as it flopped around out of water below us.
Since further fishing was clearly out, I went to the mall to pick up a few things. I realized I was running late, and needed to board the boat to Antarctica. I jumped on my bike, and sped to the embarkation terminal on the ground floor of the mall. But I couldn't take my bike aboard, so I needed to lock it up, but I didn't have a lock.
The school groups were all boarding, so I figured I had time. The embarkation host helping me kept telling me things, but she was whispering from four feet away, so I couldn't hear her. I ran to a few shops, but finally found a bike lock in a vending machine. It took me a while to figure out how to work it, though. By the time my bike was locked up and I'd dug out my passport, I could only stand and watch my Antarctica cruise ship sail out of port. And then I woke up.
In my pocket I found a letter I had written as an assignment to the person I admired most. It contained the word "adulation," which of course I used as a five year old. Who wouldn't? I had written it, not to anyone famous or family, but a girl who was two years ahead of me at the school. She was attending the same reunion I was, so I gave her the letter, and we became Facebook friends.
The reunion committee had collected a bunch of home videos, and they were on a loop in the cafeteria. I saw my kindergarten self, and there was a man's hand resting on my head, patting my curls. His fingers were covered with enormous, flashing rings. One was a rectangular cut red stone almost as long as his finger. But I knew it was my dad, because on another finger I could see his Aggie ring.
I went fishing with my mother and sister. We were sitting on the steps of the seawall, and I could see large fish swimming just beneath the surface. I cast out my line with a hunk of chicken meat on it, right in front of a 3-foot drum. I was just using a bamboo cane pole, so I couldn't reel my line in, but I tugged it around in the water to entice the fish. Then I realized I'd actually got the attention of a nine-foot shark. I yanked my line back to shore, but unfortunately the shark followed it, and we all fled up the steps as it flopped around out of water below us.
Since further fishing was clearly out, I went to the mall to pick up a few things. I realized I was running late, and needed to board the boat to Antarctica. I jumped on my bike, and sped to the embarkation terminal on the ground floor of the mall. But I couldn't take my bike aboard, so I needed to lock it up, but I didn't have a lock.
The school groups were all boarding, so I figured I had time. The embarkation host helping me kept telling me things, but she was whispering from four feet away, so I couldn't hear her. I ran to a few shops, but finally found a bike lock in a vending machine. It took me a while to figure out how to work it, though. By the time my bike was locked up and I'd dug out my passport, I could only stand and watch my Antarctica cruise ship sail out of port. And then I woke up.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Snowbound ~ 9/30/2017
I dreamed I was traveling to a national park in Missouri with my boys and their Nanny. We were on our way home, and needed to catch a fight in Little Rock. Dylan was driving, and the rest of us were in the back seat, when Debbie noticed the road ahead was white. I got into the passenger seat, which also had pedals and a steering wheel, and sent Dylan to the back.
There was snow on the road, and I decided to get off the highway. I pulled over to a left hand exit, and was stopped in a line of cars. I turned left into a narrow lane that led off the highway, and began to drive along a row of warehouses. The lane turned into a gravel road, then just a gravelly field, but I could see a paved street up ahead, and along it an empty paved lot for semis, with long, diagonal parking spaces, behind what looked like a garden store.
I pulled into one of the spaces and we got out. We needed to figure out how to return our rental car and how to get to the airport. I pulled out my phone and went to Google Maps to figure out where we were, so the rental car people could just come get the car. The little street was Ivyshield, and we were actually behind a tiny, old hospital. Debbie left to confirm when our flights were and how best to get to the airport. The boys stayed with me, and kept talking about the snow and asking so many questions, that I couldn't focus on my phone long enough to figure out where we were.
We walked down a ramp, along a parking area beneath the hospital second floor, where the ambulances could turn in as drop people at the emergency room. Everything in the hospital was quiet, but people were starting to gather along the bigger road out in front. We walked out so I could find a street sign. There were streetcar tracks, and I stopped and confirmed with a police officer that we could take the streetcar straight to the airport.
I continued to try to pinpoint our location for the rental car company. We were on Irene St., and the elevated boulevard overhead was Sageshields, one man told us. He said we were in the Shields district, and the big cross street I could see over to the right was Braeshields. We were parked behind the Ivyshields Charity Hospital.
I pulled my phone out to call the rental car company, when suddenly we were surrounded by five very old Chinese women, all talking at once, to the boys, not me. The boys could understand just enough Mandarin to answer them, and they seemed so pleased. Kieran told me they were wishing each boy good fortune, individually, and the boys were saying thank you.
They finally walked away, and I couldn't find the hospital anywhere! We were still on Irene St., with Sageshields overhead, but the street was lined with very old apartment buildings. Each had obviously once been luxurious, but the were now faded and dingy, though still dignified. There were old Chinese people at the windows and doors here and there. There was The Grand Ivyshields, and The Sage, and then a small neon sign above an old public library, then, oh thank goodness, the hospital.
More people had parked in the back lot, and an orderly was telling everyone we couldn't park there for more than 30 minutes or we'd be towed, by then another orderly called down to her that the mayor had suspended restrictions at city buildings and hospitals because of the snow, as long as we weren't blocking essential services.
I finally got in touch with the rental car company and told them where we were leaving the car. They said they'd send someone to get it. When he arrived, he'd brought us a big pepperoni pizza. Debbie came back then, and said she'd gotten in touch with the mayor's office, and we could catch the streetcar on Irene and take it straight to the airport.
She helped us finish the pizza, then went to the hospital desk to talk to the intake nurse to confirm the mayor's name, so she could donate to his campaign website, because he'd been that helpful. I decided to use the restroom and get the boys to go, too, before we set off for the airport. I asked another nurse where we could find it, and he told me to go through the doors to the library, and the women's room would be down the stairs to the right. The boys and I had just found it when I woke up.
There was snow on the road, and I decided to get off the highway. I pulled over to a left hand exit, and was stopped in a line of cars. I turned left into a narrow lane that led off the highway, and began to drive along a row of warehouses. The lane turned into a gravel road, then just a gravelly field, but I could see a paved street up ahead, and along it an empty paved lot for semis, with long, diagonal parking spaces, behind what looked like a garden store.
I pulled into one of the spaces and we got out. We needed to figure out how to return our rental car and how to get to the airport. I pulled out my phone and went to Google Maps to figure out where we were, so the rental car people could just come get the car. The little street was Ivyshield, and we were actually behind a tiny, old hospital. Debbie left to confirm when our flights were and how best to get to the airport. The boys stayed with me, and kept talking about the snow and asking so many questions, that I couldn't focus on my phone long enough to figure out where we were.
We walked down a ramp, along a parking area beneath the hospital second floor, where the ambulances could turn in as drop people at the emergency room. Everything in the hospital was quiet, but people were starting to gather along the bigger road out in front. We walked out so I could find a street sign. There were streetcar tracks, and I stopped and confirmed with a police officer that we could take the streetcar straight to the airport.
I continued to try to pinpoint our location for the rental car company. We were on Irene St., and the elevated boulevard overhead was Sageshields, one man told us. He said we were in the Shields district, and the big cross street I could see over to the right was Braeshields. We were parked behind the Ivyshields Charity Hospital.
I pulled my phone out to call the rental car company, when suddenly we were surrounded by five very old Chinese women, all talking at once, to the boys, not me. The boys could understand just enough Mandarin to answer them, and they seemed so pleased. Kieran told me they were wishing each boy good fortune, individually, and the boys were saying thank you.
They finally walked away, and I couldn't find the hospital anywhere! We were still on Irene St., with Sageshields overhead, but the street was lined with very old apartment buildings. Each had obviously once been luxurious, but the were now faded and dingy, though still dignified. There were old Chinese people at the windows and doors here and there. There was The Grand Ivyshields, and The Sage, and then a small neon sign above an old public library, then, oh thank goodness, the hospital.
More people had parked in the back lot, and an orderly was telling everyone we couldn't park there for more than 30 minutes or we'd be towed, by then another orderly called down to her that the mayor had suspended restrictions at city buildings and hospitals because of the snow, as long as we weren't blocking essential services.
I finally got in touch with the rental car company and told them where we were leaving the car. They said they'd send someone to get it. When he arrived, he'd brought us a big pepperoni pizza. Debbie came back then, and said she'd gotten in touch with the mayor's office, and we could catch the streetcar on Irene and take it straight to the airport.
She helped us finish the pizza, then went to the hospital desk to talk to the intake nurse to confirm the mayor's name, so she could donate to his campaign website, because he'd been that helpful. I decided to use the restroom and get the boys to go, too, before we set off for the airport. I asked another nurse where we could find it, and he told me to go through the doors to the library, and the women's room would be down the stairs to the right. The boys and I had just found it when I woke up.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
An X-Files Wedding ~ 9/20/2017
Last night I dreamed I was Dana Scully, and I was marrying Fox Mulder in St. Louis Catholic Church in Castroville, Texas. We were staying in a sort of greenhouse room, with big windows and wood and glass construction, and it was the day before the wedding.
That's when I learned that a serial killer who was stalking me had found out where we were, and where we were going to live, and was coming to get me, and there was nothing I could do because I had no proof.
The killer showed up, and he was a twelve year old boy who was being groomed by his grandfather. We got the police to kick them both out of the church where the wedding was about to start, but instead of going away, the kid slipped into the reception hall, then came out with an oyster knife and ran at me to stab me. Then I woke up.
That's when I learned that a serial killer who was stalking me had found out where we were, and where we were going to live, and was coming to get me, and there was nothing I could do because I had no proof.
The killer showed up, and he was a twelve year old boy who was being groomed by his grandfather. We got the police to kick them both out of the church where the wedding was about to start, but instead of going away, the kid slipped into the reception hall, then came out with an oyster knife and ran at me to stab me. Then I woke up.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
TBTT#31 Into the Light ~ 6/28/2018
I discovered I was in charge of fighting a hideous reptilian swamp monster that was guaranteed to show up if we all gathered in the swamps and marshes of the West Bank. Until some random dude showed up, patted me on the shoulder where I sat curled up and crying with fear, and said he'd take care of it. Then we learned that a woman who sort of acted like a switchboard operator over CB radio and reported all the town charitable events and gossip had died suddenly, and I joined CSI Nick Stokes to investigate the crime. But the thing that stands out most in my memory still is the little ghost girl. One of the female CSIs had come into the lab, and Nick said, in a high, gentle voice, "Well hi, honey!" And we'd looked at him weird, because it seemed out of place as they weren't dating, but when I looked back at the woman, there was a little girl in a velvet dress and little patent leather shoes, almost victorian in style, with long brown curls and big brown eyes. The other woman couldn't see her. As the little girl looked up at me, she vanished from Nick's sight. We must have connected in some strange way, because after that she followed me, and only I and a few people very close to me could see her. She loved us, and captivated us, but she was restless and unhappy and frightened. She needed to go into the light, but she was afraid to go alone. She was only four or five, and she never spoke, but when we made it clear she had to leave, she began to cry and throw a fit, beating little empty fists against my friend who held her. I reached to take her hands, and we were so close in spirit that I could feel them and stop them. I held her little hands in mine and looked into her eyes. I told her not to be afraid, that I'd go with her as far as I could. I'd keep her safe and show her the way, and while I was almost certain I could lead her to the light and still come back myself, seeing her eyes fill with tears and loving her as much as I did, I didn't care if I came back, as long as she was safe and at rest. I took her hand and we turned to the light, while my friends tried to stop me. And then I woke up.
Thursday, July 20, 2017
TBTT#30 Tree Talker ~ 6/26/2013
I dreamed I was on the side of a forested mountain, roughly in the Bywater, where I could look upriver and see the bridge. I was surrounded by enormous trees veined with living silver. If you were of elvin kind, you could place your hands on the tree and communicate with it, and it would grow however you desired. Many elves had created large homes for themselves in the hollows of these trees. Under the moonlight, I placed my palms on one tree, sank my fingers into the crevices of the slate gray, rough bark, and let my mind flow into the camber and the veins of silver and sap, and learned I was part elven as the tree shifted and swelled and grew according to my thought.
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