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One of those Victorian Mansion Dreams

31 Jul

I dreamed that I was reading a novel that took place in a series of apartments or a large old house that had been or was being turned into apartments.

But it shifted, so that I was one of two people who lived at/ owned a big Queen Anne Victorian house and a bunch of apartments or condos on the same block. In other words, it was no longer a novel, and I was a key player in the story.

The other person was a tall and slender guy. We were on the property, outdoors, behind the gorgeous, gingerbread-like house; it was white with blue gingerbread trim and many dormers and gables. He asked where I wanted to live: in one of the more modern condos, or in the front house. I said I wanted to live in the house.

We went inside, and the interior needed a lot of attention. At the very least, the place was covered in dust and cobwebs. I think there was some old furniture, though it wasn’t fully furnished. I said, “We need several mops and brooms.” Next I was carrying a mop and a broom across a mostly unfurnished room with large, arched windows. I was feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of work needed, but I was anticipating some people coming and helping.

Dreams: Baby Lizard and a Mansion’s Elevator

20 Jul

I dreamed there were two fathers with a baby girl, at an airport, and the baby was perched on one of the father’s shoulders. Maybe she was a toddler.

People were coming and going.

Another man came along and too easily put a clear plastic bag over the baby’s head and took her away. I witnessed this and chased after him. I think another man was with him.

The baby managed to get away from them, but as she reached the tile floor, she changed into four tiny green things. One of them scurried off to a far corner, under chairs.

I picked up the less animated green things–all tiny, slimy curls about the size of inch worms.

The other one was quickly growing as I attempted to catch it. It was looking more and more like a lizard.

By the time the two fathers had her again, she was several inches long. They began discussing where they should put her, first believing a tub full of water would work, but one of them thought of their swimming pool, so that’s what they decided on.

 

I had a dream in which I was one of several people staying at a huge mansion. It was surrounded by trees, lovely grounds, and had many bay windows and such. I think it was brown and half-timbered.

In front of the house, some distance away, we (about six people) were on a grassy and tree-filled slope that I think overlooked a brook.

Suddenly a crowd of people ran toward us. I thought we’d be trampled. I looked up at the house and saw a few people, here and there, looking out windows.

The crowd surrounded us. I stood with my arms up in the air and yelled, “Don’t trample us!” I was surrounded and wanted to get back inside the house. I knew a huge crisis was happening and had the impression that many if not all these people would need shelter in the house.

Next I was right in front of the house, with lots of other people, and I hoped that I locked my bedroom door, because I didn’t want any of these people to rob me.

Next I was in a front hall, and people were rushing to the three elevator doors. I thought they looked flimsy. A couple people got in an elevator and closed the door, not waiting for me.

The next person to try that, passing me and getting into an elevator, was a dark-haired young woman. I caught up and got in the elevator with her–only to discover that it was tiny. In the center was a cardboard folding screen. I felt claustrophobic, but still felt do when I got on the other side of the screen, and she stayed on the first side. I told her it feels claustrophobic. I also said, “My room is on the second floor. I think. Or maybe it’s the third floor.” I couldn’t remember.

She pushed some buttons, I thought, and asked how this elevator worked, but I’d never used it previously. I looked at the wall and saw mysterious switches that looked decades old. We waited, and it didn’t feel like it was moving.

Next I was looking behind me, and there was a mezzanine with lots of people seated at tables. I was confused, because it was as though the back wall of the elevator had vanished. But it took a while to occur to either of us that we should get out of the elevator and take the stairs. I tried to remember what the stairs looked like and where they were, and I came up blank.

Poltergeist

11 Jul

I dreamed I was staying at an old house with another woman, and we sat in a big room with white or off-white walls and a long, dark brown table. In this dream’s reality, I had attempted to comfort ghosts in my parents’ house the last time I was there (or in this house), by walking into rooms and calmly, quietly, and gently talking to them… but this had riled up the ghosts. Maybe they became like poltergeists. While the other woman and I sat talking, this came up in conversation, and I felt disappointed and guilty for having had that effect on the ghosts.

She was going to do a chore that involved filling a metal basin with water, but I offered to do it for her, and she agreed. So I took this metal basin…actually, it was sort of oval and had a white interior bottom and a handle, more like an old pot than a basin. I took it into a sparsely-furnished living room with a large fireplace. (This house seemed like it dated to the eighteenth century, like my dollhouse, and was probably in one of the original thirteen states).

I approached the fireplace, or at least, some sort of wide alcove like a fireplace. I hung the basin from a hook/string in front of the fireplace, as the other woman was going to do. There was a string or something like string. It was supposed to run parallel to the floor for a few feet, from the metal bucket. So I did all that, set it up as she would.

But as I backed away to return to the other room, the bucket followed me. It levitated. I backed away, and it floated through the air anywhere I went. I may have squawked, and I ran toward the room where we had been talking. I didn’t know what to do, and I figured that since she lived here and was presumably accustomed to this ghost, she would help.

The dream ended with me running around, chased by a ghost making that pot float around.

Star Trek Dream

16 Jun

I had a dream that was supposed to be based on Buddhist scriptures but…. clearly wasn’t. But it switched between me reading sutras and the events happening like a movie or TV show.

There was a place that looked like a Star Trek spaceship, with long, white, curving hallways that had low ceilings. At least two characters were attempting to escape. Guards in red uniforms were chasing them, trying to keep them inside.

Toward the end, two guards caught these two young men who were trying to escape. They were gloating because they caught them.

But then a couple of other guards came chasing after the first two guards, so they let go of their captives and ran. Strangely, this chase was identical to the previous one except for who was doing the chasing and who was being chased.

The two running away went around a curve and aimed to go out a high, rectangular window…by flying. The ones chasing them said the same gloating remarks while laughing, something like, “You can’t go out that way!”

But the two being chased turned around and whipped out giant cartoon mallets and pounded the other two, turning them into a smooshy yellow… liquid.

The ending abruptly devolved into a meaningless and violent cartoon. So much for Buddhist scriptures.

 

Urgh, this dream sounds suspiciously like it was telling me I need to put more work into spirituality. Or maybe it was just silliness.

Back from the Dead

31 Dec

I dreamed that Cheetah came back from the dead.

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She was a feisty grey tabby who lived with me for two decades. She passed away on January 16, 2016.

In the dream, I lived in what looked like my parents’ house—the house that was recently sold. At least, it looked just like it, and the neighborhood resembled that neighborhood.

I had just flown back home from Phoenix and was walking down Smoke Road to the house. It was bright and sunny outside, with a bright blue sky, and I was surprised it wasn’t cold and snowy and was relieved, too, since I’d gotten accustomed to the Phoenix weather.

At the house, I was in the kitchen and again struck by how bright and sunny it was, how bright blue the sky was as seen through the sliding glass doors, and how comfortable the temperature was, how similar the weather was to Phoenix this time of year. None of the anticipated snow and ice. My cats, the ones I now live with, I think were there, at the house.

I went into a cluttered room, I think a bedroom, and there was a couch with a bunch of blankets on it. I reached into the blankets and pulled out…a perfectly healthy Cheetah. In the reality of the dream, I knew she had been buried in the ground and had come back to life the previous day, had climbed up out of the ground on her own. She seemed young again and perfectly healthy, and she didn’t object when I picked her up and cuddled her. She seemed like a much more mellow version of Cheetah.

After I woke up, I lay there in shock, as it sank in that I had just dreamed that my old cat, Cheetah, came back from the dead.

Family Nightmare

25 Jun

I had a nightmare in which I was watching a film based on one of the Worst Frenemy in the Galaxy’s favorite novels.

The nightmare was about a family in which at least one of the kids was an adopted teenager. The type of film looked like something used in the 1960s, and it all took place at the family’s house. At first it was pretty mundane, but it turned dark quickly. Two adults, I think the mother and the eldest son, were conversing in what I think was the dining room (a large, simply-furnished and minimalist room with a long, natural wood table and benches in the center). Off to the right was a wide and short set of a few steps leading down into this room from another room.

Curled up on those steps was a teen girl. The mother and son eventually noticed, and one of them coldly asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

Next thing: the girl’s clearly dead…and her severed head is lying a few feet ahead of her body.

Next, we see another teen girl who is a member of the family, and she has longish blond hair and a somewhat round face…on which she has removed some layers of skin. She’s sobbing, and she’s sitting on the same kind of steps (as though the body vanished) and before her is a large paper plate full of a white powder, which I immediately knew to be poison. She’s eating it. She puts the plate down, and a fluffy orange cat and perhaps also a toddler comes along and licks the plate and drops dead.

Amid all this, I was a horrified viewer and find myself wishing I never saw this and thinking, Trust that frenemy to be into something so sick and insane. I may have made a mental note to avoid anything she was into. I certainly would have in this reality!

 

I dreamed that I had a new house and it was all my own. I didn’t paint any of the rooms but kept the colors someone else had painted it, and it was odd. I had nice hardwood floors, but at least one room had graffiti walls, and a living room had greyish-yellow walls. There were no curtains. I’d been sitting in a room I thought of as the back living room.

I had an urge to do some redecorating, because I noticed that one room had an awful lot of empty space. I looked around and tried to figure out what were the color schemes of certain rooms. I had several old couches that had been at my parents’ house and that were somewhat worn out. One was a green loveseat in the back living room, which was part kitchenette or kitchen nook… but in which I had the loveseat and a yellow armchair where most people would have put a dining table and chairs. The green loveseat didn’t have a wall behind it; instead, it faced an open space that led to a hallway that stretched the length of the condo. It faced a huge window with a Venetian blind. To the right of the couch was the armchair. To the right, the fridge was in the far-left corner, and I’m not sure there were any other kitchen facilities. In the front corner of this room was an odd space, where the white ceiling was low, sort of forming a box, and a blue taupe was forming a curtain and hanging from the ceiling.

Down the hallway, I passed a section of wall with at least one door (perhaps a bedroom on the other side) and came to what I thought of as the front living room. It was the greyish-yellow room, with more old couches. One was yellow, and the other was predominantly turquoise in a pattern. I had been feeling so proud of my new place, but now I was thinking it kind of weird and in need of redecorating, but I wasn’t sure how.

At some point in the dream, I recalled that my new place included an apartment I could rent out, and I got to thinking that what I thought of as the back living room could become a second apartment with a few changes. As I was thinking about this, I noticed from that room the far wall (to the right, opposite direction from the front living room), and this wall was white and had a big metal double door with a black curtain partially covering it, and one of the 2 doors was open, to my dismay.

The new place was on a college campus, and anyone could just walk into my new condo. I needed to go use the bathroom and paused a moment to decide whether I wanted to get that door closed first, but I noticed a college boy standing with his back to that door, and I didn’t want anyone to notice that it led to my place, didn’t want to attract attention, so I decided to leave it open until I got back from the restroom. Meanwhile, I realized that a big screen tv was turned on to a kind of loud anime show; this was to the left of the open door. I felt embarrassed, because anyone in the hallway must hear it.

Outside the condo, I was in the hallway of the same building, which except for my condo was a university. It resembled a hallway in the high school from hell. Students were coming and going, and I felt ashamed of being an ugly and fat middle-aged woman amid all these skinny young people.

I headed to a vending machine, but as though my legs fell asleep, I stopped being able to walk and was crawling along on the floor and feeling terribly embarrassed. Lots of students were around. One young man asked me if I needed help, but I couldn’t talk and knew that if I could just get to that big freezer along the wall in the same alcove as the vending machine, I’d grasp onto it and pull myself up. I was terribly embarrassed and afraid that people would ridicule me and laugh at me. Meanwhile, the same problem happened to a young male student, and he was crawling along straight toward the freezer and kind of getting in my way. But he crawled quickly, so his legs were soon in front of me–his jeans were sliding down and I could see the top of his underwear and his butt crack–and his sneaker-clad feet were in front of me, as I dragged myself in the direction of the vending machine, and he dragged himself in the direction of the freezer.