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December 31, 2001 :: "I was dreaming when I wrote this..."
Ever have one of those epic movie dreams? A dream with so much detail that you swear it happened, except it couldn’t have, because your mother doesn’t really live in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean? I rarely share dreams but this was so wacky I want to remember it years from now.
I just woke up from one so if this is a little scattered, it’s cause I’m not doing my usual wordsmithing and editing. “Oh you edit? We didn’t notice.” Thanks guys. On with the dream...
In the dream, I am dating someone, whose identity I never find out. I am riding my bike over to see her at her apartment. As soon as I get to her building, a tall red brick complex, I realize that I have no idea what her apartment number is. So I go inside the lobby and just walk into the first open door.
An elderly woman is knitting and talking to her grandson. They glance at me, but don’t seem to care that I am walking through their apartment. Back to the hallway. A freckly, teenage girl walks up to me and says, “Oh I see he knows you already,” and points down. A tiny dog is nipping at my shoelaces. As I look back up. I see the nameless woman I’m allegedly dating. She looks like my former sister-in-law.
She asks me if I’ve heard the news. I say no and she tells me to go back home immediately.
It is about 10:30 in the morning in this dream. You know how you can often see both the sun and the moon in the sky in the morning? Well that. Except... the sun and two full moons. The extra moon had larger craters. I went indoors [I was now at my mother’s old home in Birmingham, Michigan] and tried to call everyone about the two moons. Suddenly the sky went black. The sun was gone, the second moon was gone, and the real moon had reduced to a tiny, red spark. The ground was instantly covered with fog.
A few minutes later, the sun returned but it was still overcast. A man dressed as a Mallard duck was feeding birds in the backyard. I grabbed the bag of corn and bread from him and chased him away. The fog was still heavy, but I could see a huge swarm of bright, blue insects in the trees. I threw the bread and ran as the insects started down from the trees toward me. All I did was run onto the deck in the yard.
Apparently the insects wouldn’t cross onto the wooden deck. One of those dream laws. You know.
Then I heard a radio announcer describing, “...the terrible tragedy that had befallen earth. We’ll never know for sure who was responsible for this tragic devastation.”
So, if not for a man dressed as a duck, this might have been a scary dream.
dave, you forgot to mention the man with the cheeze slices and the dancing dwarf who talks backwards !!!
i once dreamed that i walked through a brothel. nothing happened, but it was kind of cool and creepy at the same time.
I hardly ever remember my dreams but once, I was a warrior midget. Now, why can't I remember the ones about me being a world-dominating-tyrant or something like that?
Dammit! Am I the only one who dreams in black and white?
I'll bet that the terrible tragedy had something to do with the sky being all purple and people running everywhere.
Damn you Davezilla, the second I read the title line Price's "1999" poped into my head and I'll probably be stuck with it all night now...
Bizarre, dave. I used to have a re-occuring nightmare of a huge difference-engine sort of a machine, that I was tasked to fix. If I didn't fix it, everything would end. Actually, come to think of it, I had that dream last week as well. I've been having it on and off ever since I can remember.
Crap. I have now remembered my dream of last night, in which I lost my wallet at a Ted Nugent concert, had some guy find it for me, went to get him a drink as recompense and bumbed into The Nuge backstage. Said Nuge thought I was his date of the evening and proceeded to hump my leg. I got him to buy the round of drinks and reschedule me for later in the week, and disappeared.
Ew is right! Ted Nugent humping your leg?
Hey did this dream have subtitles? I think I've seen it - the director's French or something.
OK, maybe it wasn't my leg so much as my...
OK Jess. Too much info there...
He said. She said. There’s 12 Comments
tbit :: 31 December, 2001 12:37 PM
tian :: 31 December, 2001 01:34 PM
Kira :: 31 December, 2001 02:36 PM
hilary :: 31 December, 2001 05:19 PM
And Happy New Year!
Natalie :: 31 December, 2001 05:49 PM
Chris :: 31 December, 2001 08:13 PM
chunkbot :: 01 January, 2002 12:26 AM
He was underendowed. Think "pencil."
Ew.
Jessica :: 01 January, 2002 01:23 AM
Davezilla :: 01 January, 2002 02:57 AM
(tbit beat me to it - I was going to ask if anyone was speaking backwards...)
Happy New Year!
batgrl :: 01 January, 2002 11:32 AM
Ew.
Jessica :: 01 January, 2002 06:12 PM
Davezilla :: 01 January, 2002 07:59 PM
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