Scattered images

All I can remember of my dreams last night: trying to get backstage while lots of actors push past me, standing in a store and holding up a pair of pink shorts, driving down a busy street, while a dancer stops traffic in front of me.

One of these things is not like the others

When I woke up this morning I knew I'd dreamed something but couldn’t remember anything at first. As I was getting up, though, an image came to me then I remembered more...

I was driving. I needed to buy something, flowers maybe? There was a building, a hospital, I think, with multiple entrances. I pulled around to the back. A nurse came out and asked what I needed. I told her. She directed me to the front entrance and showed me into the gift shop (my vehicle had vanished and I was walking now). The gift shop turned out to be a maternity store. As I made my way between racks of items, I realized every woman there was either pregnant or a new mother. I felt out of place, being 40-something and having had a hysterectomy. I then dreamed about being in an auditorium and listening to a guy speak about something. I remember feeling out of place there, too. Hmm...I see a pattern.

"Many's the long night

I've dreamed of cheese toasted, mostly."

~Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island.
(Quote found on The Dream Tree)

Vans, rock bands, and please, don’t step on the flowers

I was with my mom and daughter. I can’t remember where, but we were leaving for home. We walked into the parking lot. On the way to my mom’s vehicle, we saw two vans parked way too close to each other, their front fenders almost locked together. We stopped to examine them. Next thing I remember, we were parked on a side street and mom said this was a better way to get to our house. I saw a long sidewalk. I said, “Oh, good, that way we don’t have to cross the street.”

While walking, though, all of a sudden the sidewalk (which before had been aged with plants growing into it) disappeared and was now under construction. Then, for some reason, we just waltzed into someone else’s house. They were remodeling. The walls were mint green, and there was no furniture. My mom disappeared from the dream at this point, and now it was only my daughter and me. A young man, about age eighteen, came in. I quickly explained why we were in his house (the explanation eludes me, now). He seemed fine with two strangers being there. I commented that the inside of his home was much bigger than what the house looked like from the street. He agreed.

Three other young men appeared. They said they were forming a rock band. I asked if they needed a drummer or a bass player, because I knew two guys who might be interested. The two guys were my sons, and I thought this to myself but didn’t say it to the young men standing around us in a semi-circle. They said they didn’t need anyone.

One of the young men started playing his guitar. The only thing was—the strings were loose, and they grew longer and looser as he played. He picked them up and slid his fingers along them. The guitar sounded almost like a violin. I marveled at this and tried it for myself. I slid my thumb and index finger along a string. To make a sound I had to press hard and could actually feel the string cutting into my skin.

Next thing I knew all of us had left the house and were headed toward my home (which now was across the street), and my daughter and I were barefoot. The front yard was covered with flowers. I walked to the driveway to get to the street, so as not to smash the flowers or possibly step on a bee. As we approached my house I started waving and pleading for the young men not to go in. It was a mess inside. They went in anyway. One of them held up a key or something. I woke up.

Dream Warrior

image from AllPosters.com

Hand me the giant size can of Raid

Wish I had a nicer dream to record. Mine was about a huge bug—sort of like a blown-up beetle. It was about a foot long, with yellow spots on it. I was standing in the living room and could see it in the kitchen. My ex was there (he’s in my dreams a bit too often, lately). He grabbed something and whacked the bug over and over, but it wouldn’t die. Instead, it turned around and started inching in my direction. Then the bug wasn’t a bug, it looked like a large coconut. My ex split it open and the two halves wobbled then stopped. I was afraid it was going to move again but then my alarm sounded.

Fact and fiction

I only remember a few scattered images from a dream I had last night. They were all from my real life but put together in such a way that was unreal. Images of a doctor's office, my ex-husband, and my new car. Interesting.

About us

MUSING

I am: a mom of four young adults. a published writer. an accounts receivable coordinator.

I value: authenticity. loyalty. spontaneity.

I love: white chocolate. orange chicken. annie dillard. shakespeare. thelonious monk. hyde. john singer sargent. cinema paradiso. almost famous. and japan.


IKUNI

I am: an artist, passionate, my mother’s daughter, stubborn, and kind I hope.

I value: love, art, tolerance even in the face of intolerance, and humor in all situations.

I love: poetry, music, my mom, my “special friend,” life, momentary lapses in judgment, and all those little annoying habits that make people who they are.



Images: details from “Donna con Ventaglio”
and “Emilie Floege” by Gustav Klimt

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