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azurelunatic) wrote2002-11-16 08:45 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-11-16 08:45 am
Dreams...
I was working out in the high school training room with someone, on what looked like a bunch of gymnastics bars made out of 2x4's, marked off in regular square and rectangular grids. My partner was commenting on my form, saying that I was mostly using the strict square superhero bar/fighting choreography, but occasionally I would go into the more rectangular, casual, and crossing-over Harry Potter choreography, and that was good, to throw surprise and my own style into things; every now and then I'd depart from the choreography and use [martial art with Oriental name].
I seemed to have been Spiderman for a while, upon which fact I reflected getting on the bus: since becoming Spiderman in high school, my duties were just training, and being visible at the school.
Stuff happened, including the cleanup of old nasty dishes in the huge room that was home or something like it, and the pouring chemicals that mixed badly together. We evacuated, leaving the ancient cat whose fault it had been up there. We saw the white clouds billowing out the window, and then the cat shot out, landing in the big snow pile on the leach field.
Stuff happened.
I have a vague impression of more dreams... ahyes. This was a sequel to another dream, though I didn't recognize it for a while. I was still Spiderman, and then Aunt-Fayoumis came and picked me up, and drove me through the confusing hotel district. I saw that shop on the corner, which had some inscription that was the name, and below that, "Amythyst", that being their specialty, and below that, "Amber", that being the name of the proprietress. There was a stained-glass window, and the shop was white: it looked like that half-timbered style. Driving further on, there was the hotel with the fountain and the peacocks, which turned out to be artificial: stuffed birds. But the next hotel had the hen with the chicks in the yard, and I petted them and paid my respects as we drove by.
We took a left turn, and then right into the rest stop/motel that Mama was staying at. The room was empty (I could feel) but I saw her sneakers under the high door that blocked off the bathroom and called to her; she finished drying her hands and came out. In the room there actually was the lady who Mama'd been talking to in our absence, over those few days, and her brand new baby.
Then I woke up.
The dream was a sequel in that I'd left this place, going past those other places, off to do stuff, in a dream some time before. Not sure when, but Before...
There was another dream, when I went to sleep after that, and I'm sure that it involved Darkside, and he of course was my partner for something, but I'm not sure what. He's always my partner. Crowbars are ineffective.
I seemed to have been Spiderman for a while, upon which fact I reflected getting on the bus: since becoming Spiderman in high school, my duties were just training, and being visible at the school.
Stuff happened, including the cleanup of old nasty dishes in the huge room that was home or something like it, and the pouring chemicals that mixed badly together. We evacuated, leaving the ancient cat whose fault it had been up there. We saw the white clouds billowing out the window, and then the cat shot out, landing in the big snow pile on the leach field.
Stuff happened.
I have a vague impression of more dreams... ahyes. This was a sequel to another dream, though I didn't recognize it for a while. I was still Spiderman, and then Aunt-Fayoumis came and picked me up, and drove me through the confusing hotel district. I saw that shop on the corner, which had some inscription that was the name, and below that, "Amythyst", that being their specialty, and below that, "Amber", that being the name of the proprietress. There was a stained-glass window, and the shop was white: it looked like that half-timbered style. Driving further on, there was the hotel with the fountain and the peacocks, which turned out to be artificial: stuffed birds. But the next hotel had the hen with the chicks in the yard, and I petted them and paid my respects as we drove by.
We took a left turn, and then right into the rest stop/motel that Mama was staying at. The room was empty (I could feel) but I saw her sneakers under the high door that blocked off the bathroom and called to her; she finished drying her hands and came out. In the room there actually was the lady who Mama'd been talking to in our absence, over those few days, and her brand new baby.
Then I woke up.
The dream was a sequel in that I'd left this place, going past those other places, off to do stuff, in a dream some time before. Not sure when, but Before...
There was another dream, when I went to sleep after that, and I'm sure that it involved Darkside, and he of course was my partner for something, but I'm not sure what. He's always my partner. Crowbars are ineffective.