03/06/03
Advance Copy! Yesss!
This dream is from my regular sleep. I can't remember the whole beginning part, but it had to do with me finding out about some movie that was going to be playing soon. I can't remember what it was about, but it wasn't something I'd be excited about in real life. Still, it stuck with me for some reason. Dad came home--it was afternoon, still light out--well, I THINK he came home, but maybe he had been home already. In any case he said he had found a package on the windshield of his vehicle. (Either that or I found it, but I think it was the former.) We were out in the utility room in this part. We discovered that this package was an advance copy of this movie I had heard of! I asked if maybe it was a bootleg, but then we decided no, it was an advance screening copy, you know, the kind they hand out to reviewers, with a stamp on it that says it is not to be sold or distributed. (In real life I have an audiocassette like this.) For some reason this really excited me. We weren't meant to have this, but somehow we did. I'm not sure if it had been placed there (or thrown out) by mistake, or if someone had given it to us. But it got me really excited and I was going to go view it before anyone else could. (Which is odd since like I said, it didn't sound like the kind of movie that would get me all interested!)
If they were not the same dream, this then may have shifted into "This Horse Ride Is Ruined."
This Horse Ride Is Ruined
If they were not the same dream, this may have then shifted out of "Advance Copy! Yesss!"
Ma and myself and some other woman, perhaps two, were leaving the house to go on a horseback ride south down the highway. o_O Which is weird. I can't remember the beginning but we were in a bit of a hurry to leave before it got too late. The dream picked up with us riding leisurely down the left side of the road, out toward Aloha. We weren't too far from the elementary school, I think; there were lots of trees, but some open space. It was overcast out and a tiny bit dark like maybe evening was coming on. (I think it was summer as the trees were green, so maybe around six or seven something PM.) I was in the front, left; Ma was to my right; and the other woman (women) were behind us. I know the woman (women) was/were around Ma's age or older, probably somewhat older, middle age. We passed an older man's yard and I feel we were near the retirement home (it may not be there anymore but it used to be), so that's why I think we were not far from the school. The man was raking his yard or mowing it or something, and he stopped and waved as we went by. He said something about "sisters." I can't remember exactly what it was. Something like, "So you're out riding with your sisters?" By this he did not mean any of us were actually sisters. He either meant we were like sisters in that we were all women and friends, or he may have been flattering us by calling us all sisters even though I was obviously much younger. For some reason when I wrote down the notes for my dream I felt like capitalizing "Sisters" as if it were a title.
We may have nodded at him or said something, but I can't remember. I don't feel that I personally responded, except maybe by smiling. I may not have liked being called a sister because that meant I belonged, when I feel I never do. Anyway, some large flies came along and started crawling on my right leg, which for some reason stuck out in front of me, and this bothered me. I now had a broom with me even though I don't know how or why, and I used this to brush at the flies to try to get rid of them. It was very awkward and didn't seem to be working well, as I was riding a horse and needed to keep my balance. (I think it was a bay--orangish-brown colored.) Then the back end of my shirt, which is a little long, was underneath me and I was sitting on it. I HATE that in real life as it makes it tug on my neck and shoulders whenever I move, so I was squirming around on this horse, trying to tug my shirt out from underneath me, and it did NOT want to come. I had been trying to enjoy this rare horse ride before we had to head back, but these flies and my shirt being underneath me were ruining it all. I could hardly enjoy myself while I was squirming around and ready to fall off. That rather ruined the dream.
If they were not the same dream (which I feel they weren't), this may have then shifted into "Five Dreams."
Five Dreams
If they were not the same dream (which I feel they weren't), this may have then shifted out of "This Horse Ride Is Ruined."
I was in the middle of this dream when I woke up. All I can remember is I was reading some books or magazines and there was one article by this woman--I feel she was Indian (from India) or Latina or some such, with dark skin, large dark eyes, and long soft dark wavy hair--who was some sort of visionary. She could view others' dreams, or the dreams of the dead, or the dreams of ghosts, or something. In the part right before I woke up she was talking about how she had viewed five dreams at once. I remember there was something ominous about this part--like the dreams were from hostile spirits, or how seeing more than one at a time was dangerous as the dreams could overtake you, or something. I'm not sure where the hostility came from, but it had to do with the power of these dreams. I was looking at this article and at her picture (maybe in my room) when I awoke.
CSI: Miami? Again?
There was a dream about CSI: Miami from my nap. It's very vague by now but I do remember there was a scene on a boat. It was an odd boat like a ferry or a floating deck with a roof on it; people could walk around on deck and inside (it had a roof over it but was open to the outside) and hold parties and eat dinner on it and such. It was nighttime and this boat pulled in to harbor or something and some kind of crime had been committed as they called the people from CSI: Miami out to investigate. In specific I remember the photographer (Rory Cochrane) and the Latino guy (Adam Rodriguez); the blond lady (Emily Procter) may have been there also. The photographer was, of course, photographing things. I don't remember ever seeing a body or anything; maybe somebody had fallen overboard? That would explain the Latino guy as he's a diver on the show. I was watching this but also semi-involved. In my notes I wrote down "photo"; I'm not sure if I saw an actual photo or if I was just referring to the photographer. There was more but that's all I remember of that dream.
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