Dreams

Back in school

2006-05-29T19:58:00.000-07:00

I dreamed I was back in school, and getting ready to take a test. I hadn't prepared for it, hadn't even thought to prepar for it -- and suddenly worried that I wouldn't do well, that I had more or less forgotten how to take a test. I rummaged in my purse for a pen, and glanced at the papers -- looked like a long list of multiple-choice questions. I was sitting in kind of an auditorium-style seating area.

Then another dream where someone told me that my brother-in-law had murdered someone, and I woke with a start.

Then dreamt that I was on the moon in a space station or something ...

Switzerland

2006-05-21T15:16:00.000-07:00

Bob and I were in Switzerland, riding in a cable car -- or whatever they call the "vehicles" that travel on a cable up in the air. I was afraid, but the scenery was beautiful, breathtaking, and I was taking it all in. We went over mountains, and then over a residential area of houses, and then we came to rest. When it came time to get off, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my camera; in fact, I'd forgotten my purse. I wasn't worried that I'd lost it, just irritated that I'd forgotten to bring it, and worried because I didn't have my phone.

Dangerous electricity

2006-05-03T11:29:00.000-07:00

Pyewacket and Dinah were in the basement, and then Kristi's cat went down there, too. I called for her to come back, and when she didn't, I went down, and saw that there was water on the floor, and I could see Pyewacket walking, and every time she took a step, electricity crackled across the floor. I was frantic that one of them would be electrocuted, and especially worried that Kristi's cat (who was named Emily in my dream, but that's not her actual name) would be hurt. I called and called for her, but she wouldn't come to me. I couldn't figure out what to do -- I knew that I needed to turn off the electricity, but didn't know how. It seemed like such an insurmountable thing -- how do you turn off electricity??

Snow in Florida

2006-05-01T11:35:00.000-07:00

Misty and Sam were at Walt Disney World, and I went down to meet them. We were staying in a big hotel with big glass windows, and right outside the windows was the Haunted Mansion and the pirate galleon from Pirates of the Caribbean. To leave the hotel, you had to go down an outside stairway, at the bottom of which you had to slide down inside a metal tube contraption.

I asked someone why it was like that, and whether there was another way to get out of the hotel, because it made me anxious, and they told me that in order to use it, you had to "release the child inside." There was snow outside on the ground, but I knew it wasn't "real" snow, just fake snow. I walked outside barefoot, and my footprints melted the snow on the sidewalk.

I realized at some point that I had forgotten to bring my computer, and had also forgotten the camera battery charger. I had the camera itself, but was worried that I would run out of power before the trip was over. I vowed that when I got home I would make a list of the important things that I should always remember to pack.

Transformation

2006-04-16T16:26:00.000-07:00

I was looking for something, and found this old, rundown shed, and I peeked inside, and it was full of old, rusting junk, like pieces of cars and old machinery, like maybe an old car mechanic's place that had been abandoned. Then I saw that there were a couple of men in there, too, but they were kind of insubstantial, like ghosts .... I found a key in a little box, and once I turned the key in the lock, the building started changing and coming back to life, gaining color, and the men started moving and talking, and then there was a table set for a meal with a blinding white tablecloth and shining crystal and linen napkins, and a butler that was bending down to ask me what he could bring me. I can't remember what I was looking for, though, or what he brought me, both (or either) of which were probably the important parts. :)

Being erased

2006-04-01T08:45:00.000-08:00

The dream I remember most clearly from last night was set in my office--not the office as a whole, but my office--there was a meeting being held in there, and I was facing away from the wall listening to someone. When I turned back around, I saw that J had erased everything on my whiteboard and was writing new stuff on it, meeting notes, I guess. I couldn't believe that he had erased my board without giving me the chance to write down the stuff that was on it, or take a picture of it, or something. I was furious. I could still see the "shadows" of the letters underneath the new writing, and was trying to tell if I could get anything from that. I was SO afraid that I wouldn't be able to reconstruct my task list without the help of the board.

Trying to be invisible

2006-02-26T13:15:00.000-08:00

We were in Mexico, but I was somehow alone, Bob having gone on (home?) ahead. He had brought a shotgun, for some legitimate purpose, hunting, I presume, but he had left it with me, and I had it in a tall, narrow carrying case that I suddenly discovered wasn't zipped all the way, and I stealthily zipped it up, afraid someone would see the gun and therefore notice me. I was in a shop, and there was a display of old, gold coins, and I really wanted one. I picked one up and looked at it, and it was beautiful, but I put it back. I really didn't want to get in trouble, or even to get noticed.

Lost again

2006-02-20T12:32:00.000-08:00

I had lost my purse, and separately, my wallet. I had put it away somewhere when we went out of town, but couldn't remember where. I was going through every cabinet and every drawer; I was living in a furnished apartment, and it didn't appear that I had ever actually moved in. There was lots of stuff there, but nothing that was really mine. The cabinets were full of old fashioned glassware, and the furniture was old, too, like the kind of scratchy sofa I had in my first apartment.

In a parallel story, I was supposed to be learning a new computer system, but I didn't know how to do it, and no one would show me. I was supposed to already know how to do it, but I didn't even know how to turn the computer on. And in the middle of this, I was still trying to find my wallet . . .

Kidnapped

2006-02-19T12:14:00.000-08:00

Bob had been kidnapped. I didn't seem as concerned about this as about the fact that he had lost his glasses in the process, and I couldn't understand why he couldn't go back to the place where he had lost them and find them again. In retrospect, perhaps he had been kidnapped, and then released, or escaped.