Last night I had the strangest dream…
Jul. 9th, 2005 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieI sailed away to China, in a little rowboat to find ya… okay, not really-
Okay, get this. I had two dreams that were weaving themselves together last night. Actually, three of them. Anyhow the first one was that my dad had to go to England to some trial because it turned out that in dreamland, he’s not an American citizen. Add to that that he didn’t want my mum coming with him- oh no. He instead was getting June Cleaver (and that’s how she was referred to the whole dream, like she wasn’t just a TV character) to pretend she was his wife instead (apparently, they dated when he was a young man). What’s more, the trial was to happen on my birthday, and I was pissed about having to be in England on my birthday to testify without my mum being there.
Second story thread: in between stopping home to find these things out, I was spending my free time trying to catch this murderer. He had killed five people already, and had a hostage that he was dragging around town at gunpoint. The person helping me with this was the husband of the gal he had hostage. We had already saved this little boy he was going to kill, so now we were trying to save this lady. Anyhow, we were using these candies as bait. Yeah, no shit folks, my dreams have gone haywire. The first time it was an accident, I had these candies and they spilled out of the bag, some on either side of the truck that the guy helping me was in and the killer guy comes out of wherever with the little boy, and when he saw the candies, he dove for these yellow square ones (they were all square, and there were orange, pink and red ones too – like starbursts, only they were hard candies wrapped in plastic.) when he let go of the little boy, the guy in the truck opened the door, grabs the little boy, drives away.
I think, in dream land, I was down at the UWM campus getting some sort of Mexican food to bring back to my coworkers. They had these tacos with lots of extra tomatoes in them, which, I’m not fond of tomatoes in my tacos, but they were pretty good in my dream. There’s a LOT of dream road construction down by the campus, too, so you kind of have to go past and loop back around, in case anyone else happens to dream over there latter this week, thought I’d warn you.
At some point in my dreaming, Mei called me. I was in bed, sleeping, and Mark was reading comics. I was trying to come up with a plan to catch the killer before I had to go to that stupid trial. Anyhow, she called and asked, had I read the latest issues of, shoot, wish I could recall the name of it… it was a dreamland comic book we were both reading… and she’s like, did you hear about so-and-so the writer? And I was ‘oh no… what happened?’ and she goes on to tell me they unexpectedly passed away… as she is telling me this, I grab the latest issue (Mark’s asking me what’s wrong and I’m relaying things to him)… was supposedly an independent press of some sort’s second-in-command sort of writer, was writing two books, everyone was just shocked and it was quite sudden, yadda yadda yadda. There was a sheet inserted into the latest book that listed all of the five people in the comic writing group, and this was the third person down on the list. Thing that pisses me off at the moment is that there was a whole sheet of information, I read the entire thing in my dream, names and everything, I knew I was thinking at that point ‘I need to remember this for when I wake up’.
Yes, I have, in most cases, awareness of the fact I am dreaming, and also, control of my situations. I just don’t have control of the surroundings and what’s happening. Let me tell you, if that were true, I’d have gotten rid of Junie, snapped my fingers and made the bad man disappear to save all the victims, and not had some comic person I liked die. Because, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, but at some point in the future, part two will be up… hoping by then I figure out how to catch that damned murderer.
And I need to get a hold of that sheet again… from the comic… there was a clue to something in there somehow, somewhere… grr.
Man, those tacos were good, though. At least I’ll have that to look forward to.
And now… after some mind clearing music… I shall attempt some writing…
-Zhie
Okay, get this. I had two dreams that were weaving themselves together last night. Actually, three of them. Anyhow the first one was that my dad had to go to England to some trial because it turned out that in dreamland, he’s not an American citizen. Add to that that he didn’t want my mum coming with him- oh no. He instead was getting June Cleaver (and that’s how she was referred to the whole dream, like she wasn’t just a TV character) to pretend she was his wife instead (apparently, they dated when he was a young man). What’s more, the trial was to happen on my birthday, and I was pissed about having to be in England on my birthday to testify without my mum being there.
Second story thread: in between stopping home to find these things out, I was spending my free time trying to catch this murderer. He had killed five people already, and had a hostage that he was dragging around town at gunpoint. The person helping me with this was the husband of the gal he had hostage. We had already saved this little boy he was going to kill, so now we were trying to save this lady. Anyhow, we were using these candies as bait. Yeah, no shit folks, my dreams have gone haywire. The first time it was an accident, I had these candies and they spilled out of the bag, some on either side of the truck that the guy helping me was in and the killer guy comes out of wherever with the little boy, and when he saw the candies, he dove for these yellow square ones (they were all square, and there were orange, pink and red ones too – like starbursts, only they were hard candies wrapped in plastic.) when he let go of the little boy, the guy in the truck opened the door, grabs the little boy, drives away.
I think, in dream land, I was down at the UWM campus getting some sort of Mexican food to bring back to my coworkers. They had these tacos with lots of extra tomatoes in them, which, I’m not fond of tomatoes in my tacos, but they were pretty good in my dream. There’s a LOT of dream road construction down by the campus, too, so you kind of have to go past and loop back around, in case anyone else happens to dream over there latter this week, thought I’d warn you.
At some point in my dreaming, Mei called me. I was in bed, sleeping, and Mark was reading comics. I was trying to come up with a plan to catch the killer before I had to go to that stupid trial. Anyhow, she called and asked, had I read the latest issues of, shoot, wish I could recall the name of it… it was a dreamland comic book we were both reading… and she’s like, did you hear about so-and-so the writer? And I was ‘oh no… what happened?’ and she goes on to tell me they unexpectedly passed away… as she is telling me this, I grab the latest issue (Mark’s asking me what’s wrong and I’m relaying things to him)… was supposedly an independent press of some sort’s second-in-command sort of writer, was writing two books, everyone was just shocked and it was quite sudden, yadda yadda yadda. There was a sheet inserted into the latest book that listed all of the five people in the comic writing group, and this was the third person down on the list. Thing that pisses me off at the moment is that there was a whole sheet of information, I read the entire thing in my dream, names and everything, I knew I was thinking at that point ‘I need to remember this for when I wake up’.
Yes, I have, in most cases, awareness of the fact I am dreaming, and also, control of my situations. I just don’t have control of the surroundings and what’s happening. Let me tell you, if that were true, I’d have gotten rid of Junie, snapped my fingers and made the bad man disappear to save all the victims, and not had some comic person I liked die. Because, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, but at some point in the future, part two will be up… hoping by then I figure out how to catch that damned murderer.
And I need to get a hold of that sheet again… from the comic… there was a clue to something in there somehow, somewhere… grr.
Man, those tacos were good, though. At least I’ll have that to look forward to.
And now… after some mind clearing music… I shall attempt some writing…
-Zhie
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Date: 2005-07-09 05:08 pm (UTC)Agie
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Date: 2005-07-09 06:55 pm (UTC)And my dad's not English... at all... he's Polish and German...
at least... that's what everyone keeps telling me... *looks around suspiciously* the truth is out there, and it involves tacos with lots of tomatoes...
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Date: 2005-07-10 01:46 am (UTC)Did I miss something here? Or are we still in dreamland and I was not aware?
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Date: 2005-07-10 08:12 am (UTC)And here all I dreamt about was Rumil & Dinendal... *droooools*
and Motrin... weird
Must remember what that comic was! The mystery of your dream... I love it! heh heh. Now I'm off to dreamland. *SNUGGLES*
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Date: 2005-07-10 02:04 pm (UTC)My dreams are rather boring, more of the types that reflects your fear. Also I rarely remember dreams, let alone happy ones.
Let us know what the mystery comic is when you'll find out!!