Interesting Dreams (Interesting to me, Anyway)

I vaguely remember dreaming something based on Inez Milholland.

 

I dreamed that I lived with several cats and at least one woman in a house that had a row of glass windows facing an attached garage. The door to the garage was just to the right of those windows. I thought I saw a white and gray cat inside the garage, just in the other side of the windows.

I went into the garage. At first the cat tried to get in, but I didn’t want it to because I figured it should be separate from my cats. I closed myself in the garage.

Either the cat disappeared or I just wasn’t paying attention to it or it transformed into another creature. In any case, the garage was a bit dark, and I saw in a corner what at first I thought was a fluffy creature. I touched it briefly, and it was soft and fluttered as though frightened.

I figured out that it was a bird… next I figured out that it was a falcon. The other woman joined me and said that it was a wounded peregrine falcon. She knew how to take care of wounded birds.

Suffragists Dreams

I dreamed about suffragists.

I alternated between the POV of a young suffragist (about 20 years old) and that of someone modern watching a film about them. And they were traveling.

There was an early scene in which we were suffragists circa 1907 and had a big sort of wooden wagon that was painted bright purple–it was like a baker’s wagon that was small and square and made of wood, nothing like a Conestoga wagon. We ended up stopping on a path or road in an obscure place that didn’t look urban–we were just outside a one-story business. There, I think the back opened up wide and we filled it with stuff, maybe suffrage promotion items and maybe also some young suffragists riding in back.

Next we were forced to stop because something happened. We were perhaps in a more urban area. I think we were inches away from a brick building to the right (if you’re standing and facing the back of the vehicle, as I was shortly after we stopped). The back opened up I think by accident, and a gathering of boys and men were making fun of us. I panicked and felt shy and overwhelmed with rejection and lack of respect and wanted to hide.

(I imagine that’s what I would have been like as a 19th century suffragist—

I wouldn’t have been helpful with visible activism such as giving talks, though I certainly would gave at least written fiction about suffragist characters.)

Anyway, it shifted so this was from the perspective of someone watching a film about suffragists, and I reflected that this was probably about 1907 and was before the 1910s when suffragists were more respected.

(Now that I’m awake, I realize it’s not that simplistic—

lots of assholes were still disrespectful toward suffragists in the 1910s and even today Repugnantcans are trying to prevent people, especially people of color, from voting—and some have even openly said that if people used the franchise Repugnantcans wouldn’t win elections–which we’ve known and read before, but it’s kind of surprising the parasites are actually saying this. I think it was Rachel Maddow who pointed out that Repugnantcans know their policies are extremely unpopular but instead of changing their policies they’re practicing voter suppression.)

But I digress—back to the dream….

Later, there was a scene in which suffragists are wearing drapey circa 1912 dresses (think Titanic), all in white with lace. We were walking along a narrow room next to the railing of a staircase: it was like the mud room in the house where I grew up. We reached the end of the room and began turning with the intention of climbing down the stairs. I was hitching up my skirt, which had at least two layers.

It shifted again, so I was someone watching this as a film and was confused when one of the characters claimed the year is 1907, when it looked to m ed like the clothing is from 1912.

In a final scene, I was a young adult daughter and was accompanied by my mother and at least one suffragist friend and some family members, and it was 1912 still. I may have been wearing suffrage purple, although I think it wavered back and forth between my wearing suffrage purple and wearing a delicate suffrage white dress. My mother disapproved of my suffragist friends and of my activism as a suffragist. I felt acutely aware of this disapproval and was anxious and saddened by it… but I wasn’t about to stop. We were heading out to take a trip, and we stepped down a very short set of steps and the setting looked vaguely like the garage of the house where I grew up.

 

I dreamed something disturbing in which I was yelling insults right back at my asshole brother, who was yelling at me and falsely accusing me–in public. The setting was a crowded public pool.

I think the same dream started out differently–or maybe it was a different dream. Oh, I think so–maybe set in a public library for a kindergarten… let me start over…

 

There was a scene in which I was with at least 2 friends out in front of a public library and about to enter it. It looked like a low building from the 1960s. I was ahead, approaching the front glass doors.

 

I remember a dream set inside either a public library or a preschool. There were lots of people, including children. A couple of little girls were curious about a bright purple thing that was long and had various parts and you could sit in at least one central section of it and… I don’t know, pretend you’re on a boat but also do some sort of exercise, I think a variety of different exercises. Oddly, a giggling little girl was doing this while the boat was leaning on its side, lengthwise, against a bookcase. I ended up, after she got off it, setting it up properly and trying to figure out how to use it.

I think in the same dream, it soon seemed like a gym, and Maude was using something, maybe an exercise bike, and I waved at her and greeted her and continued what I was doing.