Thursday, January 27, 2005
The long vivid Colonial dream
I dreamed a very long confusing dream I'm going to try to recreate here. I do remember there being a huge contest where everyone was supposed to bring food. However it was a failure because everyone brought food that they had messed up while cooking it. We were all waiting for this world-famous chef to arrive and salvage the party/contest. Finally she shows up three hours late (and she looks exactly like that girl in the Babylon 5 episode with the docking bay strikers), apologizes for ruining the food she brought, and runs back off.
Suddenly I'm in like... a colonial Midwest town. I am one of four girls who were all best friends when they were young and are now in their 20's - Millie, Anna, Clara, and Sarah. It's not clear which one I am - either Anna or Clara. Sarah has a young child, or possibly a younger brother that she has to take care of all the time. The only way we travel is by walking... barefoot. I have a clear memory of walking up a grassy hill in my bare feet.
The group of four girls are all together, and one by one they have to go home. For some reason, I can't go home. I try to hitch a ride with a truck driver (who suddenly makes an appearance in this midwest story) but he refuses. So I follow Sarah around everywhere, hoping she'll lead me to my home, since I can't remember where it is.
There's also a 90-or-so-year-old-lady who lives in an old creaky house with her daughter. Sarah runs through the house so I follow her, only to find that the lady's daughter has died and there are people in there preparing for the funeral. The daughter is lying dead on the living room floor and the lady is wandering around, dressed very nicely, giving orders. Over the din I call, "I'm sorry, Mrs. (whatever her name is)," and begin to leave. Then I turn around to look one last time and she's now a young woman who looks rather like a bar girl. She's wearing green, and has her hands on her hips and makes some sort of statement like, "Can I go now?"
The strange thing about this dream was that the images were incredibly clear, even if the sequence of events isn't.
Suddenly I'm in like... a colonial Midwest town. I am one of four girls who were all best friends when they were young and are now in their 20's - Millie, Anna, Clara, and Sarah. It's not clear which one I am - either Anna or Clara. Sarah has a young child, or possibly a younger brother that she has to take care of all the time. The only way we travel is by walking... barefoot. I have a clear memory of walking up a grassy hill in my bare feet.
The group of four girls are all together, and one by one they have to go home. For some reason, I can't go home. I try to hitch a ride with a truck driver (who suddenly makes an appearance in this midwest story) but he refuses. So I follow Sarah around everywhere, hoping she'll lead me to my home, since I can't remember where it is.
There's also a 90-or-so-year-old-lady who lives in an old creaky house with her daughter. Sarah runs through the house so I follow her, only to find that the lady's daughter has died and there are people in there preparing for the funeral. The daughter is lying dead on the living room floor and the lady is wandering around, dressed very nicely, giving orders. Over the din I call, "I'm sorry, Mrs. (whatever her name is)," and begin to leave. Then I turn around to look one last time and she's now a young woman who looks rather like a bar girl. She's wearing green, and has her hands on her hips and makes some sort of statement like, "Can I go now?"
The strange thing about this dream was that the images were incredibly clear, even if the sequence of events isn't.
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