03/10/03
Cheboygan In National Geographic!! Not!
This dream snippet was from my regular sleep. In it I was reading National Geographic and found an article about Cheboygan, my hometown, in it! I was so thrilled! All I remember specifically is that they phonetically spelled Cheboygan so readers would know how it's pronounced; something like "Shee-BOY-gann." I think the only part I remember was the "shee." I thought it was kind of silly how they did this because the way they spelled it really drew the word out and made it seem like they were speaking down to readers, like the readers were idiots and needed things said verrrrryyyy slowwwwwwlllyyyy. I may have been reading this in the bathroom, but I'm not sure.
Anyway, I think I was going to my parents and showing them this article as I was so thrilled to see our city featured in a big publication like that. But somewhere along the way it wasn't an article about Cheboygan anymore. :( Maybe Cheboygan was MENTIONED, or maybe it wasn't even our Cheboygan, or it wasn't anything about a place called Cheboygan at all. All I know is I was very disappointed then and felt rather stupid that I'd been so excited over nothing. Bah.
The Twins' Promotion
This dream snippet was from my regular sleep. It had to do with users on Writing.com, a pair of moderators who post from a single account under the name "The Opal Twins." Moderators on the site have a little blue briefcase next to their name. In my dream I logged on and found that instead of the blue briefcase, the Twins now had a purple one, the sign of the senior moderators (a higher ranking on the site). I was impressed and felt they deserved it. I remember I then saw some text from them, maybe a posting in a forum or journal, and they were exclaiming about how excited and happy they were. I can't recall the exact words they used, but I was happy for them.
The Great Apsiu Battle & Skinned Alive
This dream was from my nap. It MAY have been influenced by Law & Order: Criminal Intent; L&O: Special Victims Unit; and/or The Dead Zone, the latter two of which were on the air as I slept, the first which was on before I took my nap. (Along with Boomtown.) My dream had heavily to do with my Apsiu characters from my series, the Ameni Chronicles. This is an adult fantasy series featuring humanoid creatures called the "Apsiu," who are a winged warrior society which makes slaves of their wingless and flightless members. In my dream, it's like I was both watching and acting out a huge drama featuring some of my different Kana (flying) characters. Only instead of being in ancient Egypt we were in some kind of apartment complex. I have the feeling it was way, way up in the air (on a very high floor), maybe near an ocean or body of water, and it was dusk or twilight as the sky was dark blue (I'm not sure if I ever saw the sky, actually) and starry (ditto). This apartment was huge and multiroomed and VERY nice. I remember there was a dining room or kitchenette with a table in it which figured in here later. My Kana characters were all fighting each other, or an enemy, and I was dictating what happened to an extent. It was all very dramatic and exciting. I can't remember who the specific characters were but they were of different tribes and such. Just swordfighting and everything in this big modern apartment. One room may have been sunken lower than the rest but I'm not sure.
The action kept moving from one part of the place to another. I finally took on the role of one of the younger male characters--maybe Meteri or Ri'hus?--and I was badly wounded by a projectile of some kind, like an arrow or bullet. The Apsiu most certainly did not use bullets, but it may have been one anyway. It hit me right in the chest, either in or just below the breastbone. And I got to act all melodramatic being wounded and such. I clutched at my chest and gasped and wheezed and staggered around. This was far from silly in my dream; I loved the attention I got from my comrades, who came to my aid. The way I was planning it, I was very badly wounded and would need to be cared for if I were to survive. I wanted it to look like I wouldn't make it, but of course I would. I think I either went into the kitchenette or whatever it was of my own volition, or I was helped in there by my comrades as the fighting still went on or else paused temporarily. I think I sat down at the table or lay down atop it, stretched out, so somebody could tend to my wound. I was really overacting but it was so much fun. In fact though this dream was tense, I was very entertained by the whole thing--it's like I really was with my characters!
The dream shifted very oddly here, though. Instead of me lying on the table or sitting in a chair at the table, there was now somebody else here, and they were at first maybe wounded, but then they were certainly dead. They had been holding a cigarette or something in one hand (maybe they still were?) and were just kind of slumped over the table, though not with their head lying upon it. Just with their chin resting against their chest and their arms encircled around each other on the tabletop. I came up close and I think maybe Detectives Bobby Goren and Alex Eames were investigating what had happened here, which is why L&O: CI may have made its way into the dream. I think I also heard talking which might have been carryover from The Dead Zone and it may have been explaining what had happened to this person. At first I think they just had some blood on them--it was a man, kind of overweight and shlubby looking, maybe with dark hair--but as I continued to look at them I noticed more patches of blood all over their body, in various places. Just tiny light patches. Then I noticed, this person had no skin!! They did NOT look like a person who has been skinned, though. They were almost flesh colored, but it was this weird translucent flesh color, all shiny and smooth like raw meat--I know, it was the texture of cranberry sauce. Open a can of cranberry sauce and see the texture it is sometime. And their shape was not right anymore. That is, the head was just a round shape, I think, with no face or hair or ears and such, and the limbs were just kind of...like slabs of meat or something; kind of rectangular, squarish, with a joint in the middle--just the place where the two pieces met. I can't describe it adequately. Underneath this layer here which was supposed to be what was left when the skin was all gone, I could still see little patches of blood here and there, and dark black(?) lines that were supposed to be veins and such. This person had been skinned alive and their body left here for the police to find. I was still looking at this when I awakened to The Dead Zone so though I have no idea what was going on on the show, maybe it influenced the dream? Very very weird.
Alice's House, AKA Wooing The White Rabbit
During my nap, I had a dream about a place called "Alice's House." By Alice, I mean the girl from Alice's Adventures In Wonderland. It started out with someone else and myself walking maybe just beyond some city limits, in this suburban area, and it was very flat and open and grassy, scrubby. It was hot out and high summer; the sun was shining down on the yellow-green grass and everything was dry, the path dusty. There may have been some metal fences and such. As we walked we came to some rides, I think, shaped like Care Bears, but then I think these figured into a later part of the dream. One of us said something about "Alice's House"--and we both looked to see a large white house, maybe Victorian or some such, standing off in the distance to our right. It was very out of place just sitting there. We knew it belonged to Alice from the story--I myself may have said this or else "Alice's House!" again, aloud--and were suddenly very curious to see it for ourselves. The thing was, Alice could be a very bitter, territorial person, so we had to be careful in how we approached her house.
We walked across the grass and dirt paths and maybe parking lots or asphalt or some such to get to the house. When we were not far from it we stopped by some other sort of building that just appeared, a long low terracotta-colored building that I think was supposed to be a school. We went around to the back of it--I think evening was coming on as the shadows were long but it was still sunny and bright, like late afternoon, around six or so PM--so that the building was to our left, and Alice's House was behind us. (Meaning we were now facing the way we had come.) There were some children's rides out here, like horsey rides...you sat on them and they bounced on this big metal spring or some such, or maybe they rocked. They were all made to look like Care Bears! At first, all of them were in warm tones--violent red-oranges and reds. Hot looking. These were off to our left in the "schoolyard." I made a comment to the person with me--I think it was a guy--that they were all in reddish colors and I didn't like that; where were the other colors of Care Bears? But then I noticed another batch of similar rides to the right of these (they were facing us), and these were all in blues. So there was one batch of reddish-colored Care Bear rides to the left, and then another batch of bluish-colored Care Bear rides to the right. They were right beside each other, but not mixed. There were no greens or purples or yellows or anything, just reddish-oranges and blues. Very odd. In shape they had a smiling (plastic?) Care Bear face, and then an area behind that which the children would sit in or on, like the Bears were walking on all fours with their heads facing forward. I get the feeling they kind of rocked and/or bounced. They were made for little kids, almost like toddlers or kindergartners.
Anyway, we turned away from these and went back toward Alice's House. The scenery changed when we got into her yard. I think it was now fenced in and full of all sorts of plant life, very exotic and luxurious. The sun must have been setting now as it seemed shadowed in here. Maybe the fence was very high? And maybe there were tall bushes? It felt very blocked off from everything else we had just seen. I know! Like a courtyard. That's what it was like.
And here we met Alice and somebody who I think was her son. Alice seemed like both a woman and a girl at the same time, but had the demeanor and knowledge of a woman. She was an angry sort, but her son was angry also--I think he was a teenager and while Alice probably looked much the way she did in the book (long hair, old-fashioned blue dress and white apron), her son was just average and modern looking--tall and lanky, spiky brown hair, T-shirt, sullen. Alice came out to "greet" us though she was not in a good mood, of course. And her son was very argumentative as well. So it was awkward just to be here. We just kind of stood and watched while the two had it out. It's hard to describe this scene because based on what I've typed, Alice sounds like some kind of white trash, but she was not. She was sophisticated still, and her son was much different. The two of them were arguing, in fact, about their differences. And it's even harder to describe because their behavior contradicted what they were saying. There was a sort of picnic table, maybe with a Lazy Susan on it, and dead leaves had gathered all over this. First Alice and her son argued about something which made it clear that Alice preferred living in the old, sophisticated manner, while her son wanted to live in the present--he hated that she clung to the past--and they pointed out one of their differences which illustrated this. But then they contradicted this. I THINK the way it went was Alice's son said something about the leaves on the table, maybe that they were there for a reason, but then Alice violently swept them away--it's like I was her, sweeping them away, as I felt my own hand doing this, and I was then the one yelling at him--and somehow this signified ALICE living in the present, and her SON living in the past (because maybe he wanted the dead leaves to stay and she didn't?--signifying a change to the new?). I might have that part backwards though, as the actions made no sense when we watched them, while the way I just described them makes an amount of sense. So I'm not sure. All I know is it involved the dead leaves being on the table, versus not being on the table, and Alice and her son's actions seemed to contradict what they had just argued about.
Anyway...the dream gets much vaguer here. One of the other occupants of the courtyard was the White Rabbit, standing off to the right of the house's door, and he was very short and very distracted; not all frazzled and hurried like he is in the book, just kind of sitting there and zoned out. I think that he was now Alice's husband and/or lover!! Because there was a weird sexual element to the dream, somewhere in here. I think I said hello to him because I liked him, and he said hello back (he was short and round and might not have looked much like the White Rabbit at all--I'm not even sure he was white--but he was cute); I think I might have wanted to converse with him but he was very scattered. I think I was puzzled as to what the heck was going on in this place as it seemed very dysfunctional! There might have been a dog in here somewhere too, and maybe some statuary.
I think we then asked if we could come inside, and Alice grudgingly said yes, so we did. I didn't get a very good look at the inside of her house but it was cluttered but nice, old fashioned and interesting, lots of wood and such. Antiquelike. This might have been a parlor. I think maybe the White Rabbit was here again, and now I was ATTRACTED to him. >_< I know, weird, and that uncomfortable theme again, but true. Certainly, his size could be a problem (he was only about a foot or so tall), but he was so cute and scatterbrained that I really liked him. But I couldn't seem to keep his attention, and besides, I think he belonged to Alice. I didn't want to be the other woman. So once more, this was awkward.
I can't remember much else after going inside the house, just that I wanted to win the White Rabbit's heart but had no idea how. And Alice was a rather malevolent character, even though she was distracted by her son; and what was up with this other guy who was with me? Maybe I asked him how best to win the White Rabbit, but I don't know. That's about all I remember, though annoying infomercials might have figured into the very ending as when I woke up too early these were on TV, and I had to change the channel before dozing off again.
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