possibly the weirdest one yet
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mamajoanI have had (and recounted herein) a lot of pretty bizarre dreams in my life, and even more so since I got knocked up, but this one may yet take the cake.
I dreamt that I was a teenage black girl. I think it was the 1950s, except that there was still slavery. I belonged to a teenage white girl with a rich father who had just bought her a spiffy new car, a convertible. She treated me well though, almost like a friend. We were driving around town doing stuff, and eventually one time we went to get back in the car and she told me to get in the front (passenger) seat rather than ride in the back like I had been doing all along. I felt all honored and excited.
Then we were driving up a dirt road that went up a hill into some woods. She pulled off into a clearing where there was a public bathroom building, and said she would be right back (she had to pee). I said I would be over there by the pond and she said okay. I went over to check out the pond. I felt like I had been there before, but it was different; it used to be swimmable, but now there was no one swimming and there were big weird rocks or something in the water. Across the pond on the other side, there was a barn with a large wooden outdoor platform, and a bunch of people were playing music and square-dancing.
I looked at the pond again and realized that the rock things were actually turtles, very large turtles (like three feet in diameter) swimming around in the water and just hangin' out. There was also a little baby turtle, lying on its back -- the turtles were all actually human beings with turtle shells attached to their backs, but in the dream I just thought of them as turtles. So the baby turtle was basically a human baby lying in the "cradle" formed by its shell.
Then the baby came over to the edge of the pond and I was kneeling down to greet him. I tickled him under the chin and he laughed. I was telling him how cute he was, when the other girl, my mistress, came back. She knelt down to check out the baby turtle too, and suddenly he was actually a teenager and they were kissing. I felt vaguely jealous. Then the teenage boy turtle decided to leave his kingdom (it seems his father was the turtle king) and come live in our kingdom (it seems my mistress's father was also a king). So there was a big ceremony where the turtle king gave his son permission to go and live with us and marry the princess with the convertible.
Then I told my mistress I would meet up with her in a few minutes, and I wandered off into the forest. I found a path which I knew would meet up again with the main dirt-road that we had originally taken. But before I could start down that path I noticed a bunch of very butch women on dirt-bikes, all taking turns trying to jump their bikes over a big mud-hole, but missing and falling into the mud and getting all covered in it. And at that point the dream becomes murky (you were expecting smut maybe? sorry).
Later in the night I had a much less coherent dream where I and two other people had to go into a castle's basement and find an evil witch and get her to write down a magical word before the king's goons could find her and force her to tell them what had happened to the king's brother's wife. The king had a tapestry with images of his brother and sister-in-law on it, because they lived far away, but recently the tapestry-picture of the sister-in-law had suddenly looked pregnant and the king was desperate to know whether she was pregnant for real, but for some reason we didn't want the witch to tell him. It was actually a LOT more surreal and less logical than that makes it sound.
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bonibaru and the square-dancing part on a recent episode of "That 70s Show," but as for what the rest of it might mean, I'm pretty much stumped.
I dreamt that I was a teenage black girl. I think it was the 1950s, except that there was still slavery. I belonged to a teenage white girl with a rich father who had just bought her a spiffy new car, a convertible. She treated me well though, almost like a friend. We were driving around town doing stuff, and eventually one time we went to get back in the car and she told me to get in the front (passenger) seat rather than ride in the back like I had been doing all along. I felt all honored and excited.
Then we were driving up a dirt road that went up a hill into some woods. She pulled off into a clearing where there was a public bathroom building, and said she would be right back (she had to pee). I said I would be over there by the pond and she said okay. I went over to check out the pond. I felt like I had been there before, but it was different; it used to be swimmable, but now there was no one swimming and there were big weird rocks or something in the water. Across the pond on the other side, there was a barn with a large wooden outdoor platform, and a bunch of people were playing music and square-dancing.
I looked at the pond again and realized that the rock things were actually turtles, very large turtles (like three feet in diameter) swimming around in the water and just hangin' out. There was also a little baby turtle, lying on its back -- the turtles were all actually human beings with turtle shells attached to their backs, but in the dream I just thought of them as turtles. So the baby turtle was basically a human baby lying in the "cradle" formed by its shell.
Then the baby came over to the edge of the pond and I was kneeling down to greet him. I tickled him under the chin and he laughed. I was telling him how cute he was, when the other girl, my mistress, came back. She knelt down to check out the baby turtle too, and suddenly he was actually a teenager and they were kissing. I felt vaguely jealous. Then the teenage boy turtle decided to leave his kingdom (it seems his father was the turtle king) and come live in our kingdom (it seems my mistress's father was also a king). So there was a big ceremony where the turtle king gave his son permission to go and live with us and marry the princess with the convertible.
Then I told my mistress I would meet up with her in a few minutes, and I wandered off into the forest. I found a path which I knew would meet up again with the main dirt-road that we had originally taken. But before I could start down that path I noticed a bunch of very butch women on dirt-bikes, all taking turns trying to jump their bikes over a big mud-hole, but missing and falling into the mud and getting all covered in it. And at that point the dream becomes murky (you were expecting smut maybe? sorry).
Later in the night I had a much less coherent dream where I and two other people had to go into a castle's basement and find an evil witch and get her to write down a magical word before the king's goons could find her and force her to tell them what had happened to the king's brother's wife. The king had a tapestry with images of his brother and sister-in-law on it, because they lived far away, but recently the tapestry-picture of the sister-in-law had suddenly looked pregnant and the king was desperate to know whether she was pregnant for real, but for some reason we didn't want the witch to tell him. It was actually a LOT more surreal and less logical than that makes it sound.
I blame the turtle part on
bonibaru and the square-dancing part on a recent episode of "That 70s Show," but as for what the rest of it might mean, I'm pretty much stumped.
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