Last Night’s Unsettling Dreams

14 Oct

I’ve started reading Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts by Kate Rucculia. So… I had a dream inspired by it, in which I was someone like Tuesday and was participating in a scavenger hunt inside a huge and dark mansion. It involved wandering around. It’s pretty vague. I woke before I got as far along as I would’ve liked. Vita was lying next to me, so we did a lot of cuddling. At first I thought she was in the dream.

I had a dream in which a sorceress or such had a pixie in captivity, on a wooden table behind her house. She kept the pixie in captivity by keeping her wounded, stabbing her in the shoulder with what looked like a sword and leaving it in for stretches of time. She kept the pixie wrapped in what looked like a huge pink petal.

At the end of the dream, a man, maybe a prince (he looked like a fairy tale prince) was in her house waiting for the … drugs the sorceress supplied him. She went out back, removed the “sword” sticking out slightly from the pixie’s shoulder, unwrapped the petal, and sprayed poison from a pink thing. She sprayed it at the pixie’s face. This was the process, and I think she was somehow extracting a “drug” from the pixie…unless what was poisonous to the pixie was a hallucinogen for humans, and she was using it for two purposes.

Just before that, perhaps the same dream:

I had a gay male friend who was in on this weird thing. Apparently, snails or slugs were part of my herbal medicine. I was accustomed to putting one tiny slug in the bottom of the mug before putting in the powder and pouring the hot water.

This friend had a glass jar that had one of those glass lids that slip off when you shift a wire contraption. He put sand and a bunch of snails in it and gave it to me. It looked pretty. I took this home and was in a basement and opened the jar. Snails began growing… and kept growing… until they were at the top of the jar.

Panicking and not knowing what to do, I took the jar out back and placed it on my dinner table, which for whatever reason I now kept outdoors in the back yard, along with some other furniture. The tabletop was somewhat wet from rain, and it occurred to me that maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.

 

I dreamed I was a young woman with a group of female friends; one of them may have been closer than the others. I had trouble parking in an urban area and came into this (perhaps Moroccan) restaurant where the others were. They may have been part of a larger group, and I showed up—perhaps with a passenger—and was feeling very out of place and self-conscious, since I was so awkward. Also, I’d left the car in an illegal spot.

We talked for a bit. Shoes and other clothing were scattered around a section of the floor. While we talked, with me standing, I said I’d try again to find legal parking.

The front of the restaurant was mostly glass windows, and I looked toward those windows and noticed a parking garage across the street. I’d been so set on parallel parking that I’d ignored the garage, and even now spoke as though the parking garage would be a last resort, like I didn’t like parking that way.

As I headed for the front steps, my cat Virginia joined me, and she was carrying in her mouth two pairs of ballet-like shoes for me, one lavender and the other red, and she dropped them onto the concrete stoop. I was barefoot and concerned about that, so I eyed the shoes, which looked too small.

Next, I was in a big room with other people… and walked toward the back and entered a dark basement. Or mostly dark. This was my workplace, and I think I waited on tables. I was accustomed to people showing up for an event in this room at about this time, but most of the lights were out, and nothing looked ready. One other person was there, a woman. In front of me, at the far left end of the room, was a rectangular table with a bunch of stuff on it, mostly glass containers such as bongs.

The other person may have called to me or vice versa; we were plenty of feet apart. I was bewildered and didn’t know what to do, because things were different than usual.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: