03/08/03
Windy Night
This dream was from 3/7/03, during my nap. I don't remember very well at all. I know that I was at home with Dad, but I'm not sure how it started or what was going on. I know that we were sitting on the couch and it was nighttime. I think we were watching TV, and at one point I THINK Dad got up to fiddle with it or with something else because it was very windy and we thought that maybe the cable or power or something would go out; not sure. When he said it was windy, I looked out the window and sure enough, the branches of the trees were all bare and swaying back and forth with a loud rushing sound. "It sure IS windy!" I exclaimed. It felt good to be inside at this point.
I should add that our living room was laid out differently somehow, as if the couch were in a different area, though I think the TV and picture window were about in the right places. It felt almost like somebody else's house.
Anyway, after realizing it was windy, I was then surprised that I could make out the branches on the trees at all! It was around nine PM, so it should have been a lot darker. Yet the sky was deep blue and the silhouettes of the branches could still be seen. I think I remarked on how light it was outside for this time of the year; perhaps it was the moon (though it seemed to be cloudy), or some other reason why it was that light. (It was still DARK, just not as dark as it should have been.) I had a sort of excited, comfortable feeling in this dream and was happy to be in the house.
I Created A Sense Of Drama!
This dream, from my nap of 3/7/03, may have been influenced by what was currently airing on TV, an ice-skating program featuring Scott Hamilton. I think it started out with me either watching or being involved in some kind of cartoon featuring vultures in the desert or canyons. I didn't take good enough notes so I can't remember that part exactly. I think I may have been sitting on the floor at home watching this but then it shifted and I was at a place similar to my Grandma B.'s, walking toward a vehicle with another person. My role in this dream kept shifting. I was both the woman driver, the narrator or whatever, and this passenger, at various points. I kept switching roles, and even while I was in one persona it's like I was controlling the rest. Roleplaying.
Anyway, the dream picked up with someone--the passenger, a man, I think--and myself, a beautiful but tough, sort of safari-dressed woman--striding across gravel toward a vehicle. It's as if my feet were bare as I could feel the warm rocks beneath my toes. We seemed to be walking toward the right corner of my Grandma B.'s yard, away from the house, though it looked much different and wasn't supposed to be that place at all. I was the woman at this point, so got into the driver's seat; the man got into the passenger's seat. We were in a Jeep and we started up and took off.
I kind of shifted into the persona of the passenger now, and gripped the top of the door with one hand to hold on as this woman (who I also commanded) was driving like a maniac. I think first we went down this road, but then we ended up driving over rocks and hills (rounded, worn rocks) out in this canyonland. I think I asked her, "Do we really have to go so fast?!" and she gave some kind of response (which I dictated); she was very casual about the whole thing and had her own reason, but I can't remember it. She may have had brown bobbed hair, a pith helmet, and stylish but functional clothing--khaki, brown, etc. Eventually I noticed as we jostled along that we were driving through huge dinosaur footprints. HUGE footprints! Fossilized things that would make good ponds and such if they were to fill with water. The Jeep slammed down into and up out of them as we went and I knew we were in some sort of paleontological place or something. Then we ended up driving down this STEEP rock hill and a big boulder or something came rolling down after us. It's like I wasn't watching where we were going, but I was looking back at this huge thing coming our way. I tried (kind of roundaboutly) to warn the driver of what was happening, but she wasn't listening so I feared we were doomed.
There were some animals and such around here, intelligent animals (anthropomorphic), and either one of them or a man leapt to the rescue. He jumped up onto a ledge and got a gun ready--I think it was a gun; it was something that fired projectiles. He aimed it at this rock and was going to shoot it so maybe it would veer off course. And he stood there and...he stood there. And stood there. Now I seemed to be sort of in his persona. I think I froze and couldn't bring myself to fire. But then something happened anyway and the Jeep and its occupants were spared somehow. And I now had an odd voiceover, which was supposed to be this "hero" thinking to himself, that seemed very out of place in the dream.
"You know what?" the voiceover (mine) said. "I kept my promise. (There may have been a part in here about distracting the rock, but I'm not sure.) I created a sense of drama." The voice sounded awed and proud of itself, melodramatic, and borderline silly. In fact I now sensed this was a comedy I was in, though I had to wonder where the hell this line had come from.
We now all gathered down at the bottom of the slope and everyone was talking. Somebody mentioned something about stage two cancer--I think one of the characters had it--and I remember there was a flamingo who laid its head down upon the ground, chin flat to the earth--maybe it was showing sympathy or something--and around then I awoke to the biography of Scott Hamilton. Which is why I think that influenced the dream. Perhaps he was the one who spoke the odd line about "drama," as the voice sounded something like his, high pitched.
High Over The Bridge
This dream is from last night's nap. It was very vague even though a few images stand out clearly. I know it involved my Ameni Chronicles characters, in particular Nehef and Ahai'ikh. In my fiction, these two are lieutenants and are very close friends. In my dream I think one of them--Ahai'ikh?--was in danger and the other one wanted to help. I remember a huge body of water like a Great Lake, and a bridge, perhaps the Mackinac Bridge--and instead of land there was some sort of building or ledge far, far up at the end (the Mackinaw City end, I believe), made of stone or concrete, with the sun shining down on it. Yet it seemed cool out. I seemed to be standing on this (a balcony?) and looking way, way down at the bridge. Yet at one point also there was something about somebody jumping off the bridge, so at one point I was out on it. This is very confusing. The water was blue and sparkling in the sun. There was more to the dream especially concerning this Chronicles plot but I can't remember it. I think some other people were involved.
Watch Out For That Dead Dog!
This dream from my nap is a bit clearer than "High Over The Bridge," but not much. An early part of it concerned me lying down to sleep (in bed?) with two bunny toys, I think. Not just one. I felt comforted by them, even though it seemed to be daytime I think, with my room dim and blue. I can't be sure if I'm not just filling that part in though. Eventually I was walking around in the living room area and encountered Ma talking on the phone or doing something. She hung up (if that's what she'd been doing) and came toward me.
"Betty drowned," she said.
Now...I BELIEVE the name she said was "Betty." It may not have been, but that's what stuck with me. Betty is a friend of my mom's. On the other hand, when she started describing what had happened, I think something she told me from real life, about her friend SHARON, made its way into the dream, for it was now like Betty and Sharon were interchangeable. I sensed this was an older person like Betty, but she was doing what Sharon had been doing.
I myself knew that Betty had been on vacation or something near a lake or some such, as she liked waterskiing and things like that. (Odd for an older woman, I know.) Ma had not been in contact with her, so I was confused. "How do you know?" I asked.
She told me that Betty was supposed to have returned on a certain date (again, carryover from real life). When she hadn't, it was assumed she had drowned, because Betty was known to be a VERY reliable person. So if she hadn't shown up, something bad had happened; as she was near water, she had drowned. It was a logical conclusion in my dream. In fact Ma and I both knew that she had not only drowned, she had been MURDERED...and now for some reason it's like WE were in trouble, as well.
Ma told me we had to hurry and get out of there--or she may have just grabbed my arm and pulled me along. She did not act frantic. In fact her face and manner throughout the entire dream were neutral and unconcerned, though her actions said otherwise. She dragged me out to the car (though it's like this all took place in the living room) and we hurriedly got in and sped off, north down the highway. I was beyond confused by now! "Ma, what's going on?" I cried. She was driving like a maniac and I had no clue what the deal was. I knew that whoever had murdered Betty was now after us, but why? And who were they? And why couldn't Ma drive right!!
Ahead of us right in the middle of the lane (it was daytime and seemingly summer out, though maybe a little bit overcast--but not in a gray, washed-out way)--there now appeared the carcass of a German shepherd!! "MA, LOOK OUT!!" I cried, as if running over it would be akin to running into a brick wall. I think I grabbed the wheel and we veered to the left (there was no oncoming traffic at the moment), thus averting disaster--but suddenly the road was LITTERED with all sorts of objects--I remember dead dog carcasses only, so maybe that's all there was, but there sure were a lot of them all of a sudden like that! We kept swerving and veering to avoid all of this and so we were driving all over the road...and I think that was when I woke up.
On TV then was some kidnapping movie and I think at one point I half-awoke (at least hearing-wise; I didn't open my eyes) and the bad guy may have killed the heroine's dog (at least based on what they were saying and how they were reacting, my mind assumed this), so when I dozed off again that may have contributed to the chase and the dead dogs part.
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