dreams again
Jul. 31st, 2007 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanYou know how sometimes you have a dream about someone, and then the next time you see them you feel all weird and have to keep reminding yourself that it was just a dream? Yeah. So, it's a kind of a good thing that one particular coworker is offsite today. And no, this has nothing to do with sex in any way.
It's a little hard to describe, but basically this coworker and I were on the losing side of some kind of epic ethnic/spiritual battle. Like, over there across the field were the other guys, firing arrows at us, and we were over here behind a copse of trees, firing back. It was like something out of a fantasy novel, albeit without much detail. He was the last of his kind, and I had chosen to throw in my lot with him even when all his other allies had abandoned him.
But I couldn't learn how to shoot the arrows properly, so in the end he admitted defeat and went off somewhere. By the time I found him, he had already poisoned himself so as to die an honorable death. I held his head in my lap and sang "Amazing Grace" while he died, although it felt wrong to sing that particular song because I knew it was contrary to his faith (the faith he had fought and died for). As I was singing, I tried to ad-lib some better lyrics but couldn't really come up with anything, so I mostly just sang it as-is.
Then he died, and the dream morphed into a "trying to pack up all my stuff in order to check out of my hotel room" thing. I actually have variations on that theme fairly frequently, odd though it might sound. Anyway, that's the end of the dream.
I think it symbolizes that I've been reading too much fantasy lately. ;) As for the "Amazing Grace" part, it's true that I've been singing it to Ruthie lately to get her to sleep; the religious aspect of it doesn't work for me, of course, but it's a nice melody and good lullaby material since it's so slow and calm. I've lately been trying to remodel the lyrics a la Ruthie ("amazing ruthie, how sweet the baby...") with little success. Incidentally, Ruthie also likes to go to sleep to the dulcet strains of the "Star-Spangled Banner," particularly the second verse ("O thus be it ever, when free men shall stand...") which personally I think is better poetry, not to mention more patriotic, than the first verse; but I digress. heh.
ahh, dreams. go figure.
It's a little hard to describe, but basically this coworker and I were on the losing side of some kind of epic ethnic/spiritual battle. Like, over there across the field were the other guys, firing arrows at us, and we were over here behind a copse of trees, firing back. It was like something out of a fantasy novel, albeit without much detail. He was the last of his kind, and I had chosen to throw in my lot with him even when all his other allies had abandoned him.
But I couldn't learn how to shoot the arrows properly, so in the end he admitted defeat and went off somewhere. By the time I found him, he had already poisoned himself so as to die an honorable death. I held his head in my lap and sang "Amazing Grace" while he died, although it felt wrong to sing that particular song because I knew it was contrary to his faith (the faith he had fought and died for). As I was singing, I tried to ad-lib some better lyrics but couldn't really come up with anything, so I mostly just sang it as-is.
Then he died, and the dream morphed into a "trying to pack up all my stuff in order to check out of my hotel room" thing. I actually have variations on that theme fairly frequently, odd though it might sound. Anyway, that's the end of the dream.
I think it symbolizes that I've been reading too much fantasy lately. ;) As for the "Amazing Grace" part, it's true that I've been singing it to Ruthie lately to get her to sleep; the religious aspect of it doesn't work for me, of course, but it's a nice melody and good lullaby material since it's so slow and calm. I've lately been trying to remodel the lyrics a la Ruthie ("amazing ruthie, how sweet the baby...") with little success. Incidentally, Ruthie also likes to go to sleep to the dulcet strains of the "Star-Spangled Banner," particularly the second verse ("O thus be it ever, when free men shall stand...") which personally I think is better poetry, not to mention more patriotic, than the first verse; but I digress. heh.
ahh, dreams. go figure.
