dream-dump
Sep. 13th, 2007 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanHere's a core dump of descriptions of some dreams I've been having lately. As I think I mentioned recently, I've been having a LOT of vivid dreams. Some of them are pretty hard to describe but I've done my best....
1 (Disturbing) A man who works in the heart of downtown Boston. (he is me? I am observing him?) He is leaving work to go pick up his child(ren) from daycare. Driving in the car, sees a bus, thinks he will park the car and hop on the bus, but then the bus goes away. Decides to take a shortcut to get out of the city, heavy rush-hour traffic. Thinks he knows the way but turns and is on a dead-end street, industrial type area. Gets out of the car and goes into an office building to ask directions. Inhabitants of the building are infected with some kind of horrible, fatal disease. He/I go(es) to the basement which is a parking garage. Find a woman who says she can give directions and then starts up the stairs. Follow her. The stairwell is crammed with sick, dying people. Try to push through them, hoping not to get infected. It's already after 6pm and daycare closed at 5:30. Start envisioning the daycare staff calling Child Protective Services, children getting taken away by social workers, never knowing what happened to dad/me.
2. (Bizarre) Something to do with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ceo marrying or being married to a woman other than gosling. Something to do with OPN. Vague.
2a. (Bizarre) A high-school reunion or re-enactment. Lots of my former high-school classmates sitting on a big grassy field. I find my friend R (in reality, no longer a friend) and sit down next to her. Can't remember the rest.
3. (blatant wishful thinking) I go to the back yard to check on our raspberry plants. I find a vine that has wound its way all the way up the fence and is covered with red berries, but when I look closer, I realize that they are strawberries, not raspberries. I am very excited that we have so many strawberries.
4. (random/empowerment/sexy) I am some kind of crime fighter, sort of James Bond-y, or maybe that chick from "Alias" (which I never watched but I gather she worked for the gov't). My assignment is to pair up with a woman who is similar except that she's a bad guy and I'm a double agent, working with her in order to bring her down. There's a guy I'm working with, sort of The Rock meets Fox Mulder, who doesn't know that I'm on a mission, so when he finds out that I'm in cahoots with the bad chick he gets disgusted and abandons me. I accompany the bad chick on a rampage and afterwards she flirts with me and tells me that the fighting turned her on. It's implied that we'll be getting horizontal later. But later never comes. The dream progresses and I end up in a fight against her, which I'm sure I can't win, but I do.
5. (home/powerlessness/anger) I return with the kids from some errands, and for some reason we go upstairs into the upper bathroom (Brian's) and discover that the toilet is overflowing. Dirty water and pieces of shit cover the floor. I panic and run downstairs, to discover that the water has leaked into my bedroom and an entire upper corner of wall/ceiling has fallen away, leaving my bedroom exposed to the elements. It's a total mess. I freak out and call my mom but she is unsympathetic. She won't even commit to agreeing that we can stay with her until it's fixed. I run around trying to find the phone number of my homeowner's insurance. Eventually I encounter Brian and yell at him to help me. He laughs at me and asks what I'm doing first. I say the first most important thing is to call the insurance people. Brian is all condescendingly disgusted/amused at me. He can't believe I don't even know what to do in a crisis. We go into my bedroom and start moving stuff away from the broken corner so that it won't get damaged -- papers, boxes, etc., all my stuff that's underneath the now-open ceiling and getting rained on.
6. (random?) A large estate with a huge grassy area, small stream, nice big house, also some unkempt fields. A woman owns it. She has two(?) daughters, and a son who recently died in Iraq(?). She is putting the place up for sale and debating whether to sell the unkempt fields separately or keep the whole estate together. A big dinner party in the house. People sitting at the table crammed elbow-to-elbow. I am one of the guests but also helping out with the cooking/serving. A mystery to do with numerical codes etched into the metal of a dinner knife; I solve the mystery and gain the approval of two older men(?) sitting next to me at the table. Then I tap the knife against my glass causing everyone to look at me expecting a speech. I try to speak about the woman and her dead son. Tears, emotions. More eating. Hazy on how this ended.
Wow, my subconscious has been busy.
1 (Disturbing) A man who works in the heart of downtown Boston. (he is me? I am observing him?) He is leaving work to go pick up his child(ren) from daycare. Driving in the car, sees a bus, thinks he will park the car and hop on the bus, but then the bus goes away. Decides to take a shortcut to get out of the city, heavy rush-hour traffic. Thinks he knows the way but turns and is on a dead-end street, industrial type area. Gets out of the car and goes into an office building to ask directions. Inhabitants of the building are infected with some kind of horrible, fatal disease. He/I go(es) to the basement which is a parking garage. Find a woman who says she can give directions and then starts up the stairs. Follow her. The stairwell is crammed with sick, dying people. Try to push through them, hoping not to get infected. It's already after 6pm and daycare closed at 5:30. Start envisioning the daycare staff calling Child Protective Services, children getting taken away by social workers, never knowing what happened to dad/me.
2. (Bizarre) Something to do with
ceo marrying or being married to a woman other than gosling. Something to do with OPN. Vague.2a. (Bizarre) A high-school reunion or re-enactment. Lots of my former high-school classmates sitting on a big grassy field. I find my friend R (in reality, no longer a friend) and sit down next to her. Can't remember the rest.
3. (blatant wishful thinking) I go to the back yard to check on our raspberry plants. I find a vine that has wound its way all the way up the fence and is covered with red berries, but when I look closer, I realize that they are strawberries, not raspberries. I am very excited that we have so many strawberries.
4. (random/empowerment/sexy) I am some kind of crime fighter, sort of James Bond-y, or maybe that chick from "Alias" (which I never watched but I gather she worked for the gov't). My assignment is to pair up with a woman who is similar except that she's a bad guy and I'm a double agent, working with her in order to bring her down. There's a guy I'm working with, sort of The Rock meets Fox Mulder, who doesn't know that I'm on a mission, so when he finds out that I'm in cahoots with the bad chick he gets disgusted and abandons me. I accompany the bad chick on a rampage and afterwards she flirts with me and tells me that the fighting turned her on. It's implied that we'll be getting horizontal later. But later never comes. The dream progresses and I end up in a fight against her, which I'm sure I can't win, but I do.
5. (home/powerlessness/anger) I return with the kids from some errands, and for some reason we go upstairs into the upper bathroom (Brian's) and discover that the toilet is overflowing. Dirty water and pieces of shit cover the floor. I panic and run downstairs, to discover that the water has leaked into my bedroom and an entire upper corner of wall/ceiling has fallen away, leaving my bedroom exposed to the elements. It's a total mess. I freak out and call my mom but she is unsympathetic. She won't even commit to agreeing that we can stay with her until it's fixed. I run around trying to find the phone number of my homeowner's insurance. Eventually I encounter Brian and yell at him to help me. He laughs at me and asks what I'm doing first. I say the first most important thing is to call the insurance people. Brian is all condescendingly disgusted/amused at me. He can't believe I don't even know what to do in a crisis. We go into my bedroom and start moving stuff away from the broken corner so that it won't get damaged -- papers, boxes, etc., all my stuff that's underneath the now-open ceiling and getting rained on.
6. (random?) A large estate with a huge grassy area, small stream, nice big house, also some unkempt fields. A woman owns it. She has two(?) daughters, and a son who recently died in Iraq(?). She is putting the place up for sale and debating whether to sell the unkempt fields separately or keep the whole estate together. A big dinner party in the house. People sitting at the table crammed elbow-to-elbow. I am one of the guests but also helping out with the cooking/serving. A mystery to do with numerical codes etched into the metal of a dinner knife; I solve the mystery and gain the approval of two older men(?) sitting next to me at the table. Then I tap the knife against my glass causing everyone to look at me expecting a speech. I try to speak about the woman and her dead son. Tears, emotions. More eating. Hazy on how this ended.
Wow, my subconscious has been busy.
