Burbling subconscious
Aug. 4th, 2004 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberLast few mornings, I've been stuck in bed hitting the snooze in excess, failing to bring dreams to a satisfactory conclusion. Wouldn't mind so much if the dreams weren't so... Well, take yesterday. I'd left my bike off a little-travelled path, and it was gone when I returned. So I was looking around to see if the thief was still in the area, so I could grab it back...
That one at least had the benefit of an interesting setting. One of the richest valleys in the world, though the parts I wandered through looked sort of like an abandoned Disney park, save for a highly ritzy resort over on one side. That had little picnic areas set up in rocky hills near a fake stream, pre-set with baskets and blankets. And human-sized pub glasses filled with champagne. In which swam smiling beckoning mermaid/nagas. I was with the "don't make eye contact".
Whereas, this morning's dream was set in white trash central; the kind of place where you go to take a shower and the shower is about 14 inches across, just set into a wall, with teal and orange beach towels hanging damply on the racks and uncles in the next room. I was the eldest in the family, had actually gone to the war, and had faked a medal to show around when I got home, but still the only one vaguely impressed was my mom. I'd beaten up my youngest sister, but only really buffeting her around the head and upper body and threatening her, because I wanted an apology and some compensation, because she'd shot my car to hell with a massive assault rifle while my husband (whom I disliked) and I were in it. But the family was giving me crap for manhandling her. Arg!
Monday's dream involved mercenaries. I'm probably glad I've forgotten it. Oy.
That one at least had the benefit of an interesting setting. One of the richest valleys in the world, though the parts I wandered through looked sort of like an abandoned Disney park, save for a highly ritzy resort over on one side. That had little picnic areas set up in rocky hills near a fake stream, pre-set with baskets and blankets. And human-sized pub glasses filled with champagne. In which swam smiling beckoning mermaid/nagas. I was with the "don't make eye contact".
Whereas, this morning's dream was set in white trash central; the kind of place where you go to take a shower and the shower is about 14 inches across, just set into a wall, with teal and orange beach towels hanging damply on the racks and uncles in the next room. I was the eldest in the family, had actually gone to the war, and had faked a medal to show around when I got home, but still the only one vaguely impressed was my mom. I'd beaten up my youngest sister, but only really buffeting her around the head and upper body and threatening her, because I wanted an apology and some compensation, because she'd shot my car to hell with a massive assault rifle while my husband (whom I disliked) and I were in it. But the family was giving me crap for manhandling her. Arg!
Monday's dream involved mercenaries. I'm probably glad I've forgotten it. Oy.