Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
And Also, on the weird side...
I dreamt that Lindsay Lohan was singing the national anthem to the president, George Bush I think. We were on a navy boat too. The president was standing above us on a podium. Lindsay was facing him with a microphone. We were sitting below them (a group of girls) in fancy dresses. Really fancy dresses. The presdient was not very impressed. Lindsay could barely hold the tune.
Last Night
Can't really remember my dream last night. But I was in a castle. Climbing stairs, around and around and around. I think I was with Kirsten, my step-sister, or some one I had to take care of. And some one else; a friend, maybe Leona. I kept telling them: "It's okay, it's close! I've been here before" But the stairs just kept going and going. Although I thought I was at Craigdaroch Castle (a castle in Victoria that I've been too many times) these stairs were totally unfamiliar. They were narrow and stone and completley white, as if they'd just been painted. There was also the odd window as we went up.
At one point the stairs changed. Into those classic spiraling staircases, the ones with wooden railings and you can look down the middle at the bottom. Some one told me we had to tell some one at the bottom something and there was no way I was going back down. I leant across the railing and yelled downward. I think it was my Grandma at the bottom. Then we kept climbing. We never reached the top.
At one point the stairs changed. Into those classic spiraling staircases, the ones with wooden railings and you can look down the middle at the bottom. Some one told me we had to tell some one at the bottom something and there was no way I was going back down. I leant across the railing and yelled downward. I think it was my Grandma at the bottom. Then we kept climbing. We never reached the top.
Restless
The other night I dreamt that Greg was really mad at me. I was in my room but the whole household (plus) was running around trying to figure out what to do, about Greg being mad at me. In fact it felt like everyone was mad at me for Greg.
Eventually I wandered out of my room and ran into Greg. I asked him what I did. I was crying. The dream was very long and I was sobbing throughout it. It hurt a lot. He said: "Ew Tole My Air." I couldn't understand him. He had a lisp. I made him repeat it. He said it again. But I still couldn't figure out what he was saying. I asked him to say it again, and he yelled it. He was getting red in the face and really angry because I couldn't understand him. Eventually I got it. He was saying: "You stole my chair."
He ran away. I couldn't remember taking his chair, and thought it was a big cafufel over nothing. I tried to find dad to explain that it was just a stupid chair, but everyone was gone.
Eventually I wandered out of my room and ran into Greg. I asked him what I did. I was crying. The dream was very long and I was sobbing throughout it. It hurt a lot. He said: "Ew Tole My Air." I couldn't understand him. He had a lisp. I made him repeat it. He said it again. But I still couldn't figure out what he was saying. I asked him to say it again, and he yelled it. He was getting red in the face and really angry because I couldn't understand him. Eventually I got it. He was saying: "You stole my chair."
He ran away. I couldn't remember taking his chair, and thought it was a big cafufel over nothing. I tried to find dad to explain that it was just a stupid chair, but everyone was gone.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Dreaming Again
Last night I dreamt I got married. Or that I was getting married. I don't remember the whole thing though, just bits and pieces-lots of visuals.
It was rushed, all of a sudden, and I didn't know why at first. I dug and dug and dug through my mothers closet (she was living at my house again, apparently), coming up with a long white skirt which was "just going to have to do." I put it on but I couldn't find a white shirt. So I wandered around in a long white skirt and my bra with my hair pinned to my head. There were a lot of people in my house, and the building itself felt bigger, my mother, however, was not there (although you could sense she was living in the house...the furniture and things). My mothers friend, my "Auntie" Fae, was there though-I have a clear image of her face and her wild mane of curly hair in obstructing my vision. I also remember trying very hard to do her hair...although it proved impossible. Eventually I found a lacey white shirt, I can still see it clearly on the hanger but I don't remember ever putting it on or seeing it on myself-after that I was wearing a shirt though.
Suddenly I remember I have a driving lesson booked, probably for today. I panick because if you cancel you get charged extra. I wait by the window for that turcoise care to back in. Everyone is gone the house is empty and small. Eventually he pulls in and I have to rush out and tell him that I cannot have the lesson today as I'm getting married. He says it's alright and that he will try to get the fees wavered but that he can't promise anything. My dad isn't very happy about having to pay. Part of the ceremony is happening now. In my living room. But soldiers interupt. My fiance is being called off to war. This is why the wedding was rushed, how could I not have seen that before. I have a vision and know my fiance will die before I ever see him again. I sob uncontrollably. (I don't recognize the man, and I cannot remember his face). A motherly woman, who is not my mother (possibly his) tries to get my to calm down because we must finish the ceremony before my to be husbands impending departure. She says I must for my son. All of a sudden I am aware that I have a child, all the memories suddenly pop into my head. If you had asked me seconds before in the dreams I would not have known. I cannot decifer if the child is a boy or girl, although the woman called it my son.
I am on the pier with my fiance. I look normal, but I think I am pregnant. I am explaining to him that I don't believe we have to get married just because I am pregnant. He will not take no as an answer so I leave him.
I am back in the living room. I feel as though I have been drugged just to go through with the ceremony. My husband is gone. I am sobbing again. Then my friend is there, in a tux (I won't say his name) but his image is slightly transparent...as though he is not actually there. He can't hear me. No one else appears to be able to see him. I am informed that he and I will be getting married.
I am in a car, with the motherly woman again. She acts like my mother but she looks nothing like her. My long white skirt is now black. I can't remember it changing but I am aware it has been black for a while. I ask where we are, and where we are going. I panick a little, aren't I supposed to be getting married today? I ask. No, she says. That's going to be next week. I see my friend in the tux again. Then I wake up.
Last week I dreamt I had a baby. All very eerie.
It was rushed, all of a sudden, and I didn't know why at first. I dug and dug and dug through my mothers closet (she was living at my house again, apparently), coming up with a long white skirt which was "just going to have to do." I put it on but I couldn't find a white shirt. So I wandered around in a long white skirt and my bra with my hair pinned to my head. There were a lot of people in my house, and the building itself felt bigger, my mother, however, was not there (although you could sense she was living in the house...the furniture and things). My mothers friend, my "Auntie" Fae, was there though-I have a clear image of her face and her wild mane of curly hair in obstructing my vision. I also remember trying very hard to do her hair...although it proved impossible. Eventually I found a lacey white shirt, I can still see it clearly on the hanger but I don't remember ever putting it on or seeing it on myself-after that I was wearing a shirt though.
Suddenly I remember I have a driving lesson booked, probably for today. I panick because if you cancel you get charged extra. I wait by the window for that turcoise care to back in. Everyone is gone the house is empty and small. Eventually he pulls in and I have to rush out and tell him that I cannot have the lesson today as I'm getting married. He says it's alright and that he will try to get the fees wavered but that he can't promise anything. My dad isn't very happy about having to pay. Part of the ceremony is happening now. In my living room. But soldiers interupt. My fiance is being called off to war. This is why the wedding was rushed, how could I not have seen that before. I have a vision and know my fiance will die before I ever see him again. I sob uncontrollably. (I don't recognize the man, and I cannot remember his face). A motherly woman, who is not my mother (possibly his) tries to get my to calm down because we must finish the ceremony before my to be husbands impending departure. She says I must for my son. All of a sudden I am aware that I have a child, all the memories suddenly pop into my head. If you had asked me seconds before in the dreams I would not have known. I cannot decifer if the child is a boy or girl, although the woman called it my son.
I am on the pier with my fiance. I look normal, but I think I am pregnant. I am explaining to him that I don't believe we have to get married just because I am pregnant. He will not take no as an answer so I leave him.
I am back in the living room. I feel as though I have been drugged just to go through with the ceremony. My husband is gone. I am sobbing again. Then my friend is there, in a tux (I won't say his name) but his image is slightly transparent...as though he is not actually there. He can't hear me. No one else appears to be able to see him. I am informed that he and I will be getting married.
I am in a car, with the motherly woman again. She acts like my mother but she looks nothing like her. My long white skirt is now black. I can't remember it changing but I am aware it has been black for a while. I ask where we are, and where we are going. I panick a little, aren't I supposed to be getting married today? I ask. No, she says. That's going to be next week. I see my friend in the tux again. Then I wake up.
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