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Kind of Nightmares

10 Jun

I had a dream in which I was expecting a bunch of visitors–relatives, unfortunately.

Or I was a visitor and my brother was expecting them.

I lived in a building in which there was a large lobby or lounge room with couches forming a big circle, and my apartment door faced this room. I dozed off on a couch in front of my door, and when I woke, I noticed that a lot of other people lay on couches, and I recognized most of them as relatives. I was extremely ill at ease with them.

I got up and went into my apartment and surveyed the main room. It was beautiful and colorful. I had decorated it by buying old wooden furniture and painting it in bright colors. There was a wooden bench with arms that ended in fanciful curls, and I think I had painted it cranberry-red with pink accents. Something else was turquoise and blue. There was a rug that helped to give the room a vaguely Victorian look. The furniture and decor sort of circled the rug, for it was all around the edges of the room, probably against the walls, though the effect was an oval, and this was probably a rectangular room. The only practical things I remember were seats and maybe brightly painted furniture. It could have been taken for a shop display. Tall vases and statues and such. There was no tv or anything of that sort.

I was proud of how I decorated, but I didn’t think nasty relatives would be impressed, and I definitely didn’t have enough space for them all and dreaded associating with them. I knew my dad and brother would be there, and that was consolation.

Later in the dream, lots of relatives were in my brother’s studio apartment, which had very high ceilings. There was some bustling about and moving of furniture, to make room for so many people and for what I think was a party, perhaps a family reunion. I felt curious about the decor but socially awkward and lost; nobody acknowledged my existence.

To my astonishment, someone (perhaps me) opened a door and revealed a storage room at least as big as the main room and with an extremely tall ceiling. This was a very modern place, and the storage room might have been a closet at the Oregon Convention Center. There were many rows of stacked chairs and such, and a lot of open space with a dark blue industrial carpet. A couple of guys peered in the room with me and were impressed. With so many people there, I figured we might be hanging out in the storage room, even though it had no windows. It was spotless and sparsely furnished.

Here was another dream:

I dreamed that I went to this beautiful, old, big Crafstman house that was open to the public. I think part of it was a craft store or craft workshop, since many people (including me) were using it that way at one point. There were a lot of people in this big room with tables and cubbyholes. I was younger and I think an art student–it seems like the project I was working on was for a class. It involved creating a little 3D room and its contents out of mixed media. I had a craft book that had the original ide for it, which suggests it wasn’t for a class after all. I oddly cut an image out of that book before realizing that this messed up the instructions and the images in the book.

At some point in the dream, I returned through the same porch room with two female friends who were delighted like I was. One of them had shoulder-length, dark red hair. But after we climbed a short flight of stairs and entered that room, where I was again delighted to see the striped loveseat, I don’t recall interacting with them anymore.

I may have things a bit out of order; it seems like I may have had a partner on the craft project, so maybe they were involved in that, but it also seems like the partner was a gay guy who disappeared in the big workshop, so I ultimately was working on it by myself.

I also explored some of the rooms, beautifully and colorfully furnished with antiques. I think one of the rooms was a conservatory, since it had a lot of garden statuary. In that room or another, I was particularly struck by a charming little loveseat upholstered in red and orange striped fabric; I think this was in the first room I entered, an indoor back porch. The house was generally very Victorian-looking, and some moderns probably would have called it cluttered.

Toward the end of the dream, I met caretakers who said I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted, and they left. Once I was the only person in the house, I realized it was dark and few if any lights were on. I may have explored some more.

A door opened and closed by itself, and as I wandered from one room to another, I saw a ghostly hand, apparently of a lady in a gown from the 1870s, with ruffled lace above the hand. But I think I only saw the hand and the lace, despite what I just described.

I think a door creaked and slammed behind me, while I was in a small room with paraphernalia all over. All the stuff was antique but not especially decorative and not organized like the rest of the house. I was weaving through stuff–a rocking horse, a watering pot, etc., and bumping into things as I attempted to cross the room to leave through what I hoped was an exit door. What during the day had been a delightful house was now sinister, confusing, and haunted. I felt as though ghosts were watching and maybe following me, and they didn’t want me there.

 

Feline Dream

8 Jun

I dreamed that I lived in a small apartment with Cheetah (the elderly cat who died in 2015 at almost twenty years of age), another adult female cat, and a new kitten. Cheetah attacked the kitten or tried to, and I rescued the kitten. The apartment had a sliding glass door in back, and all the felines managed to slip out, and I went searching for them. Cheetah was angrily and slowly walking around. The kitten was clinging to the other cat and was the deep orange of a red guinea pig and may have turned into a guinea pig.

I was going to take a trip soon and decided to ask my mother to babysit the kitten so Cheetah wouldn’t be a threat. In the dream my mother lived nearby, I think in the same apartment building.

Great: both my dead cat and my dead mother in a dream.

Interiors and Dreams

20 May

I had a dream in which there was a sale of items from the television show Sherlock. It was in a big building like a school, and there weren’t many people there. It was the tail end of the sale–well, I think it was over, but I found some stuff, including a couple of old-fashioned rattles that in the reality of the dream I remembered Sherlock playing with. And in that reality, I was picturing how Sherlock oddly had a study way underground. Watson had a big room underground, and a ladder descended further down to Sherlock’s study.

 

I dreamed that I was at the house where I grew up, and my mother was there being a brat. Five cats lived there and were excited because a badger was in the house. I saw it 3 days in a row before telling my mother. By then, we had been at my old school, and she was strangely resentful because the school no longer had a particular beverage. She was taking it out on me, which pissed me off so that I blew up at her, but she acted as though she didn’t notice, which pissed me off more. I was attempting to prepare to go to the airport, because Francis was going to be there, and I went into my bedroom and couldn’t figure out what to wear. There was a big box in my old bedroom, and it was overflowing with clothing, and while my mother was yelling out something, I picked a colorful skirt and slipped into it. I was wearing a t-shirt and didn’t know what top to wear.

I may have heard noises in the room next to mine, what was ultimately the library, and I went in there. The room was very cluttered. I found three cats…and an extra one that looked black and turned out to be a badger. So I finally told my mother, and she acted like it was no big deal–or she wasn’t listening.

Colorful Dreams

2 May

I dreamed that a young guy who wore a lot of red and blue worked for a wealthy older man. The young guy and his girlfriend went into the boss’s garage, sat in his red sports car convertible, and stole it, driving off. Meanwhile, I realized this was Spiderman, and in the reality of the dream, Spiderman was known for driving such a car. I was an outside observer at this point and was wondering how he thought he could get away with having this car that belonged to his boss. Surely the boss would notice, especially if he didn’t quit his job.

 

I had a dream in which I was taking a walk in a city or town and saw a sign for a historic house and started walking in that general direction. The area was like a park, with many trees.

I kept walking and approached a long table covered with items I knew had been abandoned and were going to be thrown out. A lot, if not all, of these things were toys and dolls. I spotted what looked like an 1870s French fashion doll and picked it up: the doll had long golden ringlets and needed to be costumed. I picked up another antique doll and was astonished that these dolls were abandoned like this.

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As I kept walking, I realized I was indoors, inside a large house, and this was weird since I thought I had been outdoors and figured I wouldn’t be able to see the historic house if I was inside. I next found myself in a craft room or sewing room with patterns and books for making doll clothes. A little girl entered the room and dropped something, and I picked it up for her. It looked like she was in the process of making something tiny, maybe a dollhouse pillow.

 

I also had a dream set in an ocean, with a huge whale and lots of animals, all cartoonish, who wanted to travel across the ocean. Some of them rode inside the whale’s huge mouth, and the others water-skied behind the whale.

Random Dreams

2 May

I dreamed that a young guy who wore a lot of red and blue worked for a wealthy older man. The young guy and his girlfriend went into the boss’s garage, sat in his red sportscar convertible, and stole it, driving off. Meanwhile, I realized this was Spiderman, and in the reality of the dream, Spiderman was known for driving such a car. I was an outside observer at this point and was wondering how he thought he could get away with having this car that belonged to his boss. Surely the boss would no tice, especially if he didn’t quit his job.

I had a dream in which I was taking a walk in a city or town and saw a sign for a historic house and started walking in that general direction. The area was like a park, with many trees.

I kept walking and approached a long table covered with items I knew had been abandoned and were going to be thrown out. A lot, if not all, of these things were toys and dolls. I spotted what looked like an 1870s French fashion doll and picked it up: the doll had long golden ringlets and needed to be costumed. I picked up another antique doll and was astonished that these dolls were abandoned like this.

As I kept walking, I realized I was indoors, inside a large house, and this was weird since I thought I had been outdoors and figured I wouldn’t be able to see the historic house if I was inside. I next found myself in a craft room or sewing room with patterns and books for making doll clothes. A little girl entered the room and dropped something, and I picked it up for her. It looked like she was in the process of making something tiny, maybe a dollhouse pillow.

Swimming Pigs

25 Mar

 

I dreamed that at first I was reading a magazine article about a sweet and whimsical animal called a turtle dove, then I was in a swimming pool and swimming (mostly floating and rolling) with many of these turtle doves.

At first they resembled piglets that could breathe underwater; I kept seeing them underwater, where they waved their legs as though they were running without touching the floor of the pool. Next they resembled sea lions and were beginning to swim quite close to me and smiling at me as they also did rolls, and their faces and parts of their bodies appeared above the water.

Letter to Oregon senators about the EPA

12 Feb

 

 

Dear Senator,

Please do all you can to prevent that lunatic Scott Pruitt from taking over the EPA. When Nixon (yes, I know, of all people) started the EPA, the initials stood for “Environmental Protection Agency.” When Georgie Porgy squatted in the White House, it turned into “Environmental Persecution Agency.” This would happen again if Scott Pruitt, who doesn’t even believe in climate change as it unfolds right in front of his face, were to take over the EPA. Actually, we would have to rename it the “EDA: the Environmental Destruction Agency.” Pruitt hates the planet (perhaps he’s not from Earth); wishes to do away with the EPA (so I guess it would just… cease to exist before we could rename it EDA); and keeps suing the EPA; and has fossil fuel connections. With that in mind, nobody could be a worst candidate. The cat who just knocked over my stationery would be a better candidate. One of the mallards I saw splashing and swimming in flood water would be a better candidate; at least they respect the environment.

Cordially,

Susan E Wigget