Lisa's Dreams
| October 29, 2010, 11:19 AM Ukranian Turks |
| I just took a mid-morning nap, and dreamed a few little sequences, including picking my roommate up and throwing her on her bed, and being spun around on top of a guy's shoulder like a ballerina myself. I remember being frustrated that I couldn't get the poses right.
Anyway, it ended with me in my room, walking to the window. If you've been in my room, though, it's not that layout. It was like an old European inn with a small, darkly colored room with bright light coming in through shades in the window, which was to the left of a fireplace and a big dresser. A guy that I know was in that room trying to pack, and as I walked to the window to look outside, he pardoned himself and tried to get at something in a chest in front of me, beneath the window. Outside there was a wide, brown cobble street that sloped from the right down to the left and out of side, with lots of old buildings around. There were two skinny, firm looking men with broad shoulders and small statures who were unloading a trailer on the other side of the road and bringing things up to pile them in front of my building, next to a European scooter. One was wearing a tan, light light brown sweatshirt and had a boxy looking black hat on his head. He was dark skinned and had a big black moustache. The other man was slightly shorter and was wearing a light maroony/dark dark pink sweatshirt, and had a darkly colored scarf around his head. I can't remember if he had a moustache too or not. They were both in front of the building when a priest and a translator came down from the right and started telling them they couldn't move in. I remember distinctly being able to understand the priest, despite the fact that he as speaking in a monotone sort of voice that I only ever associate with Latin readings, and I was surprised it was English. He was also blond. I don't quite remember what the translator looked like. After seeing this, I pulled out my phone and tried to tweet something along the lines of: "There are two Ukranian Turks outside trying to move in. It's not going well. The priest won't have it." I think I'm bothered by the fact that I was trying to tweet in my dream. I've never been on Facebook in a dream. Twitter has rewired the way I observe my life. 3 Interpretations/Comments | Leave an Interpretation/Comment |
| October 11, 2010, 11:22 PM August 21, 2010 - Russian Snipers and the Kid Crystal |
| (I found this in the dream archives on my laptop. It's from August 21. I initially wrote it without intending to let others read it, so there are some references to buildings that no one else will understand :P And a few friends from church.)
Danielle (my younger sister) and I were in a basement, not unlike the one we had in St. Louis, but it was bigger, empty, dusty, dirty, and there were wide windows halfway up the walls on the far side that looked out into the yard where we could see snipers laying along the ground and looking away from us. I scooted all along the dirty floor, to the far wall, so I could try and get a better look, but then I turned around and a light had come on on the opposite end, the end I'd come from, where the stairs descended to, and I could see two Russian snipers holding Danielle. Then two more stood and grabbed her legs and they started to take her away. Then I could see that there were rows and rows of Russian snipers facing American snipers and they were all on their stomachs, facing each other down. I was suddenly on the steps, looking over the railing at all of them, and my eyes focused on nothing in particular and my chin was set really tight, because I was upset that Danielle had been taken by the enemy. It seemed like the American snipers in front of me were looking at me with sympathy or something similar. The Russians started talking, started standing, and I slowly began making my way up the steps, walking sideways. The Russians began leaving somehow, for some reason, I got up into the rest of the house, which was a ginormous mansion. Lots of rooms, clean carpets, sunlight streaming through a billion windows in all the wide hallways. After exploring a bit and trying to be sneaky about it so I could avoid soldiers, I came to a room on the second floor that was on the left side of the building, about two thirds of the way in to the building, and at the end of a hallway that had a balcony overlooking the last third of the house. I'm reminded of Andrea McPherson's awesome Maryland home. The door itself to this room was behind me, so I turned to face the front 2/3rds of the house. There was a man sitting outside the door, just to the left of it, and there was a window in the wall on the right, the wall of the house itself, since it was the end of this balcony/hallway, and sunlight was coming through, but I didn't go to see what was outside. I looked at the man and he seemed to be in his mid-twenties (or possibly early 50s), with droopy eyes and dark hair and an overall ragged appearance. He was slumped in his seat and didn't seem to be completely there, mentally. And I think he was wearing a dark, grey-ish, faded shade of blue, possibly a worn T-shirt, but I can't recall. And he may or may not have had a beard. I think he did. His face seemed dark, even though his skin was light. He was sort of a guard for this door, and was keeper of the crystals, which didn't come in to play right away. I looked into the room and along the left wall was a deep coat rack with numerous garment bags and coats hanging from it. Sarah Gooding (or Lauren Jackson, I can't remember which) was there and got all excited when she saw me. I asked her where the other kids were, and she said they were all here, gesturing with her arms toward the garment bags. I asked about my sister, and she said she was there too! Danielle then unzipped herself out of a garment back and stepped out, smiling and glad to see me. I was ecstatic that they were all in the same place and looked at the man beside the door. I managed to get him to put all of the kids into a crystal for me. The crystal was long and tall and blue and shiny and multi-faceted, sort of like the ship crystals on Stargate, and I could see all of the kids inside, looking up at me. Then I started walking around the house again, aiming the main face of the crystal at different items so that the kids could watch where I was going. At one point I came to a hallway where Jenny Eyers was dancing with some other young adult church members that I feel equally awkward around, and I made sure the kids could see them while I walked past. Then I asked where dad was, and they all said ?He's in here!? and I looked in the crystal and sure enough, there was dad, standing in the back behind everyone. He was just kinda staring at me; he didn't look angry or expectant. He was just... standing there. Looking at me. So I had to figure out how to get them all out of the crystal again because I needed to talk to dad. I'm pretty sure I figured it out, but I don't remember how I did it. 3 Interpretations/Comments | Leave an Interpretation/Comment |
| October 7, 2010, 10:15 PM Fluffy Blue Creature |
| Just before going to bed, I had been talking with my roommate about how I don't dream as creatively anymore. As a kid, I was always creating new settings, new characters, but nowadays I dream about people and places I already know. Then this dream happened.
There was a man standing on a street corner, a grassy street corner in a suburb with a market or something across the way. He was large, heavy set, but not very tall. He had a long, bushy grey beard and was wearing a flannel shirt. He looked grizzly. Behind him there was a tree stump with the center cut out - you could climb down inside it if you wanted. It was raised up a bit on the grassy hill - the whole corner of that street was grassy and rose up a bit from ground level, and I was standing on the street looking up at him. He was just standing there, and I wasn't completely sure what his purpose was. Then a big, fuzzy, steel blue creature appeared. He was very tall, very round, and had long blue fur that was insanely soft. Like a chow puppy, only blue and longer. He almost looked like a giant stuffed animal, with a head shaped like an upside-down brontosaurus' head. He wasn't happy. He picked me up and held me close, and began berating the old man for not doing his job. For not teaching me what I was supposed to be taught, or showing me what I was to be shown, or helping me, or watching out for me, or taking care of me. I was seeing all this from first person (I rarely dream in first person), and I was holding on to the fluffy blue man tightly, because he was SO comfy. I felt like I was 5 years old again, being protectively held by someone way bigger than me, and it was really, really nice. I was still myself, still the same size and age (though I had my long hair again), so this fluffy blue man had to have been very big. And he was SO SOFT. Then, after getting after the old man (who didn't say a word or move at all), the fluffy blue creature held me tighter and took me down the tree stump. 3 Interpretations/Comments | Leave an Interpretation/Comment |