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azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-03 04:36 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-03 04:36 am
after two hours of unconsciousness
Dreamed about lightning storm in a house that could have been my paternal aunt J's cabin at Tahoe. Computer systems being unplugged. going on a backpacking hike with Darkside, reading fanmail, writing back to it in a bizarre electronic fashion. picking up abandoned books and bringing home. this was before the lightning storm, which was next. Sis's boyfriend was in that one, stressing the importance of unplugging everything, and having flashlights. I searched for flashlights, but only found one of the ones I knew I had.
next it seemed to be parties at various people's houses. my house, which was very small, and then darkside's house, which was small on the outer rooms, but very large on the inner rooms. most people were out on the outer rooms. we had to fix dinner. fortunately i'd done the shopping, so we had enough for everybody. there were a lot of people. my father voiced concern about the candles and dissected the party in his inimitable party post-mortem style. "It was mostly people just standing around in too small a space waiting to be fed. I was concerned about the candles. No one was watching them. They could have been knocked over and burned the place down."
in the large room, (before the party got started to the point of feeding people) the supervisor G* from work showed me on a rug with concentric circles (that was really a large blue tarp, but I saw on it the rug pattern from my childhood, the braided oval rug, but tarp material and faded in places) how big New York really was, by having me step in scale to the city and telling me what kind of neighborhood my foot was in now. there were a lot of bad parts to new york, in the inner city.
am sure mcdonald's played a role in my dream somehow.
dude was in the dream; I gave him the abandoned books that i'd gotten and since the cat ginger was trying to escape, we knew whatever was in there was of the utmost importance to his personal quest.
some touching moments with darkside over the fanmail. we were alone in the snowy woods having an argument/debate. he showed me how bad his eyesight truly was. I was impressed -- worse than mine. the snowy woods was the same setting where I first kissed anyone -- bryan, in 1995. darkside and i became wrapped around each other in a nonromantic sense. he got scared that i was getting too close. i backed off. he explained. i explained back; i'd stopped thinking of him romantically, which was why i was allowing myself to get that close; i'd never try to get that close with romance in mind for fear of making him uncomfortable. we moved on... this was before the party, before giving dude the books, before the power outage, because ginger tried to run out the door before the lightning storm. there was a drenched dog or cat in the rain.
the apartment layout had distinct similarity to the layout of the house of my fifth grade dear friend L*.... the one with the cats... the beautiful girl who looked like a pixie....
woke to the sound of knocking. the wooden plaque on the front door banging in the wind.
next it seemed to be parties at various people's houses. my house, which was very small, and then darkside's house, which was small on the outer rooms, but very large on the inner rooms. most people were out on the outer rooms. we had to fix dinner. fortunately i'd done the shopping, so we had enough for everybody. there were a lot of people. my father voiced concern about the candles and dissected the party in his inimitable party post-mortem style. "It was mostly people just standing around in too small a space waiting to be fed. I was concerned about the candles. No one was watching them. They could have been knocked over and burned the place down."
in the large room, (before the party got started to the point of feeding people) the supervisor G* from work showed me on a rug with concentric circles (that was really a large blue tarp, but I saw on it the rug pattern from my childhood, the braided oval rug, but tarp material and faded in places) how big New York really was, by having me step in scale to the city and telling me what kind of neighborhood my foot was in now. there were a lot of bad parts to new york, in the inner city.
am sure mcdonald's played a role in my dream somehow.
dude was in the dream; I gave him the abandoned books that i'd gotten and since the cat ginger was trying to escape, we knew whatever was in there was of the utmost importance to his personal quest.
some touching moments with darkside over the fanmail. we were alone in the snowy woods having an argument/debate. he showed me how bad his eyesight truly was. I was impressed -- worse than mine. the snowy woods was the same setting where I first kissed anyone -- bryan, in 1995. darkside and i became wrapped around each other in a nonromantic sense. he got scared that i was getting too close. i backed off. he explained. i explained back; i'd stopped thinking of him romantically, which was why i was allowing myself to get that close; i'd never try to get that close with romance in mind for fear of making him uncomfortable. we moved on... this was before the party, before giving dude the books, before the power outage, because ginger tried to run out the door before the lightning storm. there was a drenched dog or cat in the rain.
the apartment layout had distinct similarity to the layout of the house of my fifth grade dear friend L*.... the one with the cats... the beautiful girl who looked like a pixie....
woke to the sound of knocking. the wooden plaque on the front door banging in the wind.