10/09/01
Do I Watch Too Much Law & Order?
Some weird little snippets from last night, and these were all within a half-hour period...
One dream had to do with a new Law & Order series that was airing on TV. It's like I was watching it and in it at the same time, but just as an observer; no one else could see me. I think Dad was nearby and I commented to him, something like, "Oh, the new Law & Order is on." It started out in this big house, white walls, nice plush carpeting (probably grayish-blue), wide open with nice furniture. Big windows with the muted white light shining through them onto the floor. Main room was high and large and airy but not cold and bare; it had a lot of angles. I sense it was near or in a city but there was grass around it, and a yard. Dr. Olivet (Carolyn McCormick) was with this black guy who I guess was supposed to be her live-in friend or boyfriend. She/I (could have been both or either of us) came walking through the room (I think I was getting something to snack on and returning to watch) and Olivet was all casual and dismissive. The black guy was sitting at the breakfast table which for some reason seemed to be in the den. She joined him and they were eating together, but I think she wanted to look at the newspaper. (I can't quite remember how this went now.) She wanted to read something, if it was in there. The black guy started acting like he was trying to warn her of something. I think there was a report of a murder of some guy in the paper. It was a guy who had attacked or raped Dr. Olivet in the past, so when she read of his murder, she wasn't very sympathetic. Did I control her thoughts at this point? I think she may have started debating with herself--"SHOULD I be happy he's dead?"--but she ended up not caring.
Then there was some pounding at the door (it was just like a door leading into a carpeted hallway, not an outside door; odd) and she got up to answer it, but the black guy was still warning her--not in a worried manner, just a little concerned. He may have gotten up to accompany her and when she opened it, there were detectives there. One of them may have been the new male lead character from Criminal Intent, Bobby Goren (Vincent D'Onofrio). Olivet was still dismissive of everything, very uninterested, and it took both them and her boyfriend (or whatever) to tell her that they had come to arrest HER for the murder. After all, she made a pretty good suspect! To illustrate how little concerned the black guy (he may have been a guy who played a bit part on the show) was, his reaction was like "I told you so." I think Olivet finally started to understand the implications as the cops took her away, but I can't remember what, if anything, happened next.
Do Not Taunt The Glowing Kitten!
This and all other dreams from this night were had in the same half-hour period.
Yesterday morning I received an e-mail telling me that the Brainstorms community is moving to another location. Apparently it's just the server software they were on which faces an uncertain future, but this got me worried about the site itself. I hope the owner is rich! In my dream, I was trying to find out some information on BS's situation, I think, so I had to talk to someone who knew. First I went to BS online and found out the site had changed; now there was internal e-mail there. Hm. I went into my inbox to see if anyone had sent me anything, and I think that yes, there was at least one message, maybe a few more. But I don't think I could read them. So I also needed somebody to help me with THAT!
Now I seemed to be some kind of sprite or fairy lady; I imagined myself with wispy, long, lightly curly blond hair, delicate, high-cheekboned features and dark eyes, full lips, very slender verging on thin. I entered this big dark room; I feel it was narrow, but long, again with the carpeting, but it felt to be in an attic or upstairs with a low vaulted ceiling and perhaps wood walls. I couldn't describe it, as it was in near-total darkness, aside from a light emitting from a door or another room ahead, illuminating the carpet(?) over there so I didn't stumble about blindly. I just "felt" the room looked like this, and there might have been some random things scattered around.
A tiny glowing kitten sat in the middle of the room and I knew this was the one I had to speak to. I approached it and knelt down and rubbed its head, perhaps scratching it to butter it up, before realizing--hey, this wasn't a NORMAL cat, I could probably just TALK to it to find out what I needed. (It was a tiny tabby, light colored, possibly yellowish glowing pale greenish-white--can't really describe it. I think there may have been others of its kind around, intelligent kittens who served as spokesmen for BS. ^_^ )
So I asked it a question. I can't remember what I asked, but I asked it in a very overly sweet manner ("Please excuse me, but I'm wondering if you could tell me..."), smiling as I said it. I do know that the answer required was a yes or no, and I think it had to do with whether the cat could answer my questions or understand me or not.
To which it said in the most adorable, high-pitched, uncertain, tiny voice, barely a squeak, "Yeah."
He's so CUTE! I kept thinking.
I asked him something else, again, I can't remember what, but again the answer was "Yeah." (It's kind of like I was making him say this.) I may have asked him if he could help me get my e-mail. I asked him a few more questions and his answers got a bit longer, but I can't remember them. I think my attention drifted even as I still spoke, and at some point he boredly latched onto my hand, sinking his teeth in. So near the end of that dream I was in this dark room trying to pry this glowing kitten off my hand and trying not to get too mad. Why did he do that!! I was about ready to go talk to ANOTHER, more accommodating feline, but I didn't know if it was a good idea. I felt this little guy had more power than it seemed.
Hands Off My Lamps!
This and all other dreams from this night were had in the same half-hour period.
I went into the utility room and Ma and Dad were both home, though it seemed to be morning and sunlight was beginning to stream through the utility room window; it had this hazy pale golden look to it, very odd and beautiful. The lights weren't on so it was a bit dim and musty looking inside, but CLEAN--there seemed to be very little sitting on the floor or on anything else. (Our utility room is often very messy.) Ma was up to something; I don't know if she had to work. But at some point we started grousing at each other and I can't tell if she wanted me to do this, or if I just wanted to; I think it was the second one.
There were these two TALL lamps/lamp posts or something sitting...somewhere. /:( Can't recall. They looked like giant candle holders made of glass, only they were...not really JAGGED, but patterned, mottled, bumpy, I guess. Bumpy. Lumpy bumpy glass. One was taller than the other and slightly different; it may have ended up being opaque ivory white. (YECHH.) These were maybe four or five feet tall and I wanted them out of the way or something, so I picked one up in each hand and carried them over to the counter, closer to the door, and tried to set them up there; it was difficult. At this point Ma came out and she was MAD that I was moving them. I looked all innocent and said, "I wanted to get them out of the way." Perhaps I added, "So I don't break them!" but I don't know. She was in a very snappish mood, and though I wasn't snapping back, I WAS arguing with her and getting POed. What was her deal today!
This dream may have then continued in "Hotdogs Or Hamburgers?"
Hotdogs Or Hamburgers?
All the dreams of this night were had in the same half-hour period. This dream may be a continuation of "Hands Off My Lamps!"
Anyway, I was now looking for something to eat, and couldn't make up my mind. I went into the kitchen and it was DARK in there, like nighttime with the lights off, but there was just a tiny bit of light making its way in from the utility room or something. (In real life, the utility room light is enough to illuminate the kitchen and vice-versa, but it was still very dark in my dream.) I think I was trying to choose between different Lunchables to eat. All I could seem to find were hotdogs or hamburgers. I didn't want the hamburgers but I thought that was all I had, so I was going to eat them; then, standing near the sink, I found out it was HOTDOGS I was holding. So...all right, I'd eat them instead. While I was standing by the sink I looked over at the counter to my right and saw a big plate or tray (perhaps that big round pizza pan we have) with pieces of bread sitting on it. They all seemed to have been badly burnt. I realized Dad had put these here; he'd...cooked bread...or something...to eat, and some pieces had been left over (perhaps overcooked?). I was tempted to eat one, but they were really black on one side, plus I didn't know if he intended to eat them later or not. Plus they'd been sitting out a while. So I left them alone and focused on my little hotdogs.
I went over toward the kitchen exit, which faces the basement door. Pepper was somewhere nearby, and she started retching. So I picked her up and brought her to the basement door and held her over the top step. (Yeah, she pukes down there.) I don't remember if she threw up or not, but I suddenly imagined what it would be like if I were to fall down the stairs. I imagined myself spreading my arms and slowly falling forward, perhaps tumbling head over heels through the air a few times before hitting bottom. It was dark down there. And I felt as if I really WERE falling, so I had to fight it. But it was just the dream, and I was slowly waking up out of it.
That was the end. I had more dreams that night but I didn't take note of them so this was it.
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