dreams...
I've woken up at the purple witches house, and I'm trying to leave, in the foyer I'm sorting through piles of purple knickers, bras, looking for my stuff, I'm pretty sure I know what happened but I can't remember a thing, for the best I'm sure. Leaving her house it's the same as a hundred others, high in a suburb in Vancouver-not-Vancouver or Calgary-not-Calgary, a short way on I realize I could never find my way back to her, but then why would I?...
**(note - purple witch is someone I encounter almost daily in real life. There is 0% chance I would find myself in her bed...so, the curious life of dreams, that puts you in bed with people you'd never consider for that purpose...)
the Second: That I'm in an old run down thrift shop with (??), and they've just received a big lot of old books. 200 year old musty tomes, thick leather bindings, parchment pages, and I'm looking through them, some are blank, or are filled with curious historical fancies and type, I'm enchanted, picking them up and looking through them, one - has recently been repurposed, it's blank pages filled with thick impasto acrylic abstract paintings, another, blank pages, flipping through it, then an interesting article, ...
I'm filling my arms, there's another pile of books, oversized, like atlases, and one, titled "Wiser's History..." is priced at (???) I'm surprised at how some are free and others expensive...
...and looking for one I set down am discovering that no sooner do I pick them up then they are disappearing from my grasp...
I run into Christopher, who's looting the 25 cent bin, curious little things, sorted for him and me....
I'm going now to check-out, look in the glass case at the checkout for any interesting watches, and this tall, angular wavy-haired redhead seeks to block me, gets in front, spreads her legs and bends over the case, she's blocking me, deliberately, maliciously,
...and I'm pissed and because she's tall she's leaning a great deal over the case and so I position my legs between hers and spread them and now she's trapped, and she's getting angry and lecturing me about her "5th Amendment Rights" and now I've done it, confronted the store Karen....
****weird dreams, the frequent waking due to the cold means that I remember them more often, but not all of them, merely a few cycles. Upon waking the phrase was stuck in my head "Lux in Arcana",
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I dreamed I was back at the restaurant I worked in last winter in Vancouver.
Except, of course, it was not, and I was given a couple of private rooms to set up - down below the restaurant in the Garden.
These rooms, they're filthy, dirty linen everywhere, water filled buckets, table unset, and I'm trying to begin...
A bunch of waitresses assisting me, bossy, telling me what to do, the place is a mess and I know I'm in a nightmare, I'm trying to set up the "Merchandise" stand with bars of soap, is dark outside, evening, the customers will be arriving soon and there is no chance that this restaurant will be anywhere set up to the standard it needs to be, and I wonder why I'm here, I was supposed to be going to another job appointment today...
...and then I woke up. I would class this as a nightmare. And, coincidentally, today I'm back to the 'ole DnD to clean the place up before opening tomorrow...
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Woke up at 1:30, having had a very odd dream...Notes largely illegible, but I remember it well enough.
That somehow, now, I had traveled back in time to help a University Friend, Stephen-not-Stephen, with some politics. There's a rally or something. We go to the University/Banker's Hall (Calgary) - not either of them, someplace else, a dream-hybrid of places, elevators up, rally. Lots of the same looking uniform business-people types in suits. The light is dark, formal, the light holds the same the entire dream. I meet someone - Lucy Lu (??) - I don't remember her from University, but she must of been there, she was, is, the picture of desire. Tall, lithe, elegant, charming. And so we leave the rally, the concierge is telling me how young I look, and I'm playing the game of guess, and throwing out there numbers, 55? 50? 45? No, no, younger, younger....
...and it comes to me that not only have I gone back in time to help Stephen I'm now younger myself, we grab a couple of chicken sandwiches from the tray and someone tries to get us to identify ourselves and we just leave...
This second chance, me and Lucy Lu are hitting it off fine and going forward in life...
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cue forward, we're well dressed, her and I, older now, and we're in some sort of high rise apartment, dark, nighttime, the same lighting as the beginning, only there's an older man, 50's, 60's writing at a desk, he's in black and white formal attire, he's a fine Rolex on his wrist I notice. His face, way too large, a big chin that connects almost directly to his chest, he gets up when he sees us. Just out of his office, a desk lamp, in the room adjacent there are some people dressed in red, yellow, green lycra suits, cleaning up the bed, and the man gets up from the desk, he can see us, and explains...
That we'd been dead for a while, we'd died in our bed, he's our son, we'd had a couple of daughters only they didn't make it, fighting in the family, and now, yes, the clean up crew, they've taken our bodies, and now it's time for us to be moving on....looking at Lucy Lu and I'm so glad to have met her, second chances, she was the one, and will we meet again? Or are we going together...?
This dream, WTF, the same colors - vivid pointy lights, warm lights from the desk lamps, sheltered, dark outside, going back in time to meet someone I never met, to meet her once again and start it all over, strangely poignant, heart wrenching imagery - vivid to life in another world, the whole leaving me a little out of sorts when I woke and with a whole shit-ton of questions...like why "Lucy Lu"? anyways...
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Napping, 2 dreams, odd:
1) That I'm working in a fine bar, I have notice that there will be a couple of important customers. An anniversary. And they show up, her, beautiful, refined, elegant. And him - good looking, long hair, a bit of a "dude", friendly, jocular - still they seem mismatched, and he introduces her as "Smokey", but for some reason it's spelled "Smocey".
I'm trying to get him to decide on a drink, a Gin Collins or preferably an Old Fashioned, but he's indecisive, can't make up his mind...
I go to the back room, sit on my computer while he makes up his mind. And I get an email from him, pleading that I not take his girlfriend/wife away, he's so in love with her, "SmOCEy"...
Fucking peculiar, and I end up googling OCE, wondering why this misspelling in the dream, but can find nothing....
2) That I'm in the thrift shop, not thrift shop, it's supposed to be where I volunteer but it's not. Nobody is there. In the back, a warehouse, more like an antique shop, and on the wall in my area there's a beautiful man's suit jacket, with f-holes printed on the lapels, and I'm thinking how sharp (#) it would look with a printed necktie of violin or cello strings, maybe a finely detailed white shirt with musical notes on it...mother of pearl peg cufflinks...In front of it hangs a mid-sized cello, the two f-holes, the one on the lapel, the other in the cello, I want to buy them, but they're hanging there to be appraised...
And, yes, fucking peculiar again. My subconscious is taking me on a little stray adventure...
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