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Monday, July 30, 2007

Dream 4

In this dream, there were hundreds of stray kittens and puppies on the sidewalk outside of a shop. All of them were very small, just old enough to be away from their mothers, and very cute. I picked up a black and white fluffy kitten, then a bulldog puppy, then another puppy of a breed I didn't recognize. But every time I tried to bring one inside the shop, my friend T. would tell me to take it back outside. He explained that no matter how cute they looked, they were diseased and full of dangerous parasites. The animals looked healthy to me, but he swore that I would get sick from them or that they would become dangerous and/or sick (rabid?). Each time I would reluctantly take the animal outside and bring in a new one, but he always said the same thing.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Dream 3

In this dream, there was some sort of huge parade. I kept getting lost in an enormous crowd. I had the sense that I was with people I knew (friends, family), but I kept losing sight of them.

In the dream I had a boyfriend, but he was no one I really knew or rather, he may have been an amalgam of bits and pieces of several different people. The parade ended at a huge mansion that I suppose was something like the Playboy Mansion. Several rooms were set up with long tables set with white table cloths and fine china, silverware. Here was a fancy dinner party, but while this was going on, there was also entertainment: several very beautiful young women either skimpily dressed or naked and dancing erotically. All of the men were transfixed, including my dream boyfriend.

I seemed to be the only "ordinary" woman around and I became very depressed. I decided I was going to kill myself. I found a bathroom and decided how I was going to do it. I decided against cutting myself and tried to figure out how many pills I would need to take in order to do it right.

(By the way, I am NOT suicidal at all in the waking world, so I found this dream extremely disturbing.)

I went up to the roof, where I encountered a blond woman, one of the "bunnies" I suppose. She seemed actually concerned about me. I think she found my boyfriend, because in the next part of the dream he was with me in a kitchen and kissing me. It felt like to me he was only doing this out of duty, not because he was actually worried about me or even in love with me.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Dream 2

The dream took place in my grade school auditorium. The seats had that musty smell I remembered from when I was a kid and the cinder block walls were painted institutional pale blue. However, in the dream, the auditorium was twice as large and also had a balcony.

I was in a musical. All of the actors were adults playing superheroes: Superman, the Hulk, Aquaman, etc. I was playing a superhero called Quasar (I am not aware of such a character) and dressed in a white and silver costume. Even though many superheroes have the ability to fly, I was the only character that did in the play. I was rigged in a harness and could fly out over the audience and even into the balcony.

Part of the musical required the superheroes to pair up into superhero teams. I ran around frantically looking for a partner, but everyone I asked had already paired up into odd pairing like the Hulk with Superman. Eventually I decided to go solo and felt a lot like the kid who gets picked last when making teams in gym class (which I was). Being able to fly around the theatre made up for that.

Shia LaBeouf played one of the other superheroes, but I'm not sure which one. I didn't recognize any of the other actors, but then again they were in make-up and masks.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Dream 1

In this dream, part of my feet fell off. Half of my right foot came clean off, while on my left it was mostly my toes. There was no blood or pain. My mother sewed my right foot back together and again, I felt no pain, but I could feel the thread pulling my skin. My father chased down the toes of my left foot, which seemed to have disintegrated into parts that looked more like plastic machine bits than flesh bone and rolled under the radiator. He put those back together. Both of them seemed very worried about my parts falling off, but I was not. I was just glad they were there to put me back together.

(FYI - my mother has been dead since 1988.)

After that I went out and walked down a busy urban street. I have no idea where I was. I encountered a group of Latinas, all of them no older than teenagers, surrounding a girl of about nine. They were explaining that she had lost two of her teeth and had to take her to the dentist. She had lost teeth before and had false ones made. The girl was very beautiful, with long wavy hair tied into a loose ponytail. I remember her clothes vividly - a white turtleneck covered with tiny red cherries and a red jacket. They sent her into a nearby restroom and I went in as well. Suddenly, one of my teeth was also loose and something crumbled out. I showed this to the girl so that she would not be afraid about her own teeth. But, suddenly my mouth was filled with more teeth bits. Were all of my teeth disintegrating? I pulled out some of the bits and saw they looked more like pink quartz. My mouth was full of them. I ran to the sink and washed out several mouthfuls of pink rocks. When I got them all out, I looked at my teeth in the mirror. They were somewhat worn, but otherwise intact.

The dream switches and I am lying on a mattress with a friend. It is not sexual; we are clothed and talking, but he is falling asleep. I show him my right foot and he is alarmed by the stitches. The foot is almost healed, though I walk with a limp. As he falls asleep, I tell him about my childhood as an ancient Roman. I tell him about about Roman life, about the streets of the city where I lived (which later became Paris), about merchants and artisans and slaves and I use Latin words to describe these things. I tell him that I have no memory of how I got here; that I remember living two thousand years ago and I remember living now, but the years in between a gray fog. What's more puzzling is that I am the same person in both lives, not a reincarnation. I feel wistful and homesick in the dream and I realize that I miss the ancient city and life.