Lisa's Dreams
| December 31, 2009, 11:54 AM Gymns, Babies, Another Angry Doc, and More of Sherlock Holmes |
| The first part of this dream that I recall is being in a really large gymnasium. The lights were off inside, but it was bright outside and there was plenty of light coming in from windows and doors. You could see dust motes floating in the air. And Mr. Adams was there, my high school band director. A strong breeze came through and it felt fantastic. I told him ?thank you?, and he said ?sure? or some other kind of affirmation. Apparently he could control the weather.
The next part of the dream that I can remember is being in a decent-sized gymnasium (a different one, and smaller), with floor mats lined up in a grid with the entire GC choir sitting atop them. We were rehearsing for something, but only for 44 minutes. The floor mats were all dark grey, except for those lining the outside of the grid, which were dark yellow. I was lying on one of these, along with Andrea, Alex, and other friends. I think Will and someone else had taken off to find something to drink or some such. Doc came over then and stared at us intently for a moment before telling Alex something. The entire ?yellow? row knew this meant that they were dismissed if they had made a previous engagement. We?d all signed up for a class or something (like COR 401, I guess), and we were suddenly given permission to take off. Except for me and Andrea. I hadn?t really signed up, or had intended to but never got around to it. Nonetheless, I was going to try and leave anyway, but Doc just said ?sit down?, knowing I wasn?t supposed to leave. But it was ok. Andrea said ?We only have a minute left.? Sure enough, I looked at the clock and the minute hand was on the nine. 45 minutes. (With a 44 minute rehearsal, I guess we started at two minutes after the hour. Or I can?t do math while I?m dreaming.) As the others were leaving, being dismissed by Doc as they were, Will and his friend came back, carrying bottles of something to drink and looking very pleased with themselves. We told them what had transpired, and Will looked a little sad, because I don?t think he?d signed up for this class thingy either. The next part I remember is sneaking over to a door, and suddenly there?s someone on the other side of the door helping women give birth. I don?t think the choir is in the gym anymore. Or that it?s even still the gym. It looks more like a dark storage room or something at this point with a single, curved window at the back near the ceiling, letting in sunlight (and showing more dust motes, but it?s considerably darker than the first gym.) This room has a set of red doors that I?ve gone over to look through, and I know I?m not supposed to be. There?s a pregnant woman on the other side, lying on something, perpendicular to me, with her knees up. There?s a man standing over her, holding a bulbous black device of some kind that?s glowing with two red stripes around its circumference, and he?s holding its handle and moving it slowly around her bloated belly. There is a crowd of people standing around them, watching. I didn?t sense anything malicious about the scene at all. The next image I have is of Dr. Wilson?s wife, who?s much taller than in real life, holding crying babies (that are dressed and rather quiet) and passing them on to their families (and we?re in the storage room instead). She then tells me to call Doc and let him know that the babies are out of the way and he can come back to the room. I go to the phone, dial 585-???? (I know at least two of those ??s are 4?s. And my home town?s numbers all start with 585). I get the wrong number, but I ask the guy on the other end if he knows Doc?s. He does, of course, and tries to give it to me, but I have trouble understanding, and Doc?s wife, Pam, comes over to help. She pushes a series of buttons before even getting to the number pad, so I wouldn?t have been able to reach Doc without pushing those first. She gets him on the line and all he says is ?yeah?? in a deadpan voice. Not characteristic of him at all. So I?m nervous. I tell him ?Pam says all of the patrons are gone so the coast is clear if you?d like to come back.? I don?t remember if his response was an affirmative or not. Next? Sherlock Holmes is in the room. (Played by Downey Jr. of course). As is Jude Law?s Watson, who is shirtless, battered, and suspended in the air by a deployed white parachute that?s floating near the ceiling corner. Watson is still harnessed to it and trying to hold on to the door frames or wall sides to steady himself as he floats around, feeling really ill. He keeps mentioning how his stomach seems to be floating all over the place, and he doesn?t feel right. He looks terrible. But Holmes doesn?t say anything. At least not that I remember. It?s then that I peer out the window and discover that we are, in fact, above ground, and it looks like we?re coming in for a landing. That?s why Watson is floating with his open parachute and feels so ill ? we?re flying! I tell him as much, but I don?t remember his response. All I know is that Holmes had lied to him and he felt betrayed. Pause here. There are two other scenes I recall, but they don?t seem to fit anywhere into this timeline I?m trying to construct. One is of being in that storage room. There is a short, three or four foot Christmas tree in a recess to my left as I walk toward the entrance of the room. The floor in that recess has been raised by about a foot. The tree is decorated and glowing with multi-colored Christmas lights, and around it are four boxes. One is cardboard, about a foot tall, 10?? wide, and 2.5 to 3 feet long. It?s been opened and the lids are sitting like they don?t want to close all the way. I open it and find a bunch of my CDs. A smaller box on the ground beside it reveals more of my CDs, so I set it on top of the bigger box as sort of a paperweight to hold down the lids. At some point Doc tells me to get rid of these. Another scene is of the house/ship/whatever we?re in flying through the sky, with Watson on the outside in his parachute. We only notice him because he has yelled in terror while falling down to the earth. The parachute is deployed and working, but he?s weaving back and forth like he doesn?t have control, and I just know he?s going to crash to the ground. The house/ship/whatever we?re on is having trouble staying out of his way as it too descends. I?m in that thing, but I?m watching from a 3rd person POV. Actually, I think this comes shortly after Watson is in the storage room, floating around, because I think everything after this is in 3rd person. I?m no longer there. But Watson?s fianc?, Mary, is. The next scene is of a fairly bitter Watson working on shoveling something on the ground, with Holmes nearby. So they?re both working on something. Then Holmes gives Watson a bottle, which Watson eyes for a while. He then stares off, dramatically, as he contemplates whether or not to just forgive and forget. He seems to give in, still frowning, and takes a long, tapered tool of some kind and pushes it into his mouth, making a hole through all the cold ice he?s holding in his mouth. Then, with this hole prepared, he puts the bottle up to his lips and drinks its contents. He needed the hole in the ice for the liquid to go through to his throat, you see? Then Mary, upset with Watson for forgiving Holmes, comes out of the house/ship/whatever that is, pulling a laden horse behind her, squinting forward and not looking at Watson or Holmes, who are visible to her left, out of focus. My POV is immediately to her right, following her as she walks away. Her hair looks cool, but definitely not a Victorian England style. She is, however, wearing one of those dresses with the poofy backsides. It is at this point that my phone alarm goes off (at 11:00), reminding me that I mustn?t sleep past noon today. |