This is the first of three more recent posts that were lost, so my memory is sketchy at best. Here’s what little I can remember of this dream:
David Tennant walks up to me and says that he loves me, and kisses me. Sadly, that’s all I can recall of this one; I remember that it was a really good dream, and that I was confused when I woke up because I’ve never actually watched Dr. Who, and wasn’t even sure what the actor’s name was until I looked it up.
I’m traveling with a group, and while there really isn’t enough room for all of us, we all manage to cram into a car, with me lying in the back window. These men – I think there are six or seven of them – are all guarding me and making sure I don’t escape. We make several stops, and each time I try to escape, but one of the men especially won’t let me get away, a dwarf (is that the PC term? I’m never sure… At least this one makes them sound like they belong in a world cooler than our own!) named Nuncle is especially persistent. At one point we stop at a fair of some sort. We’re wandering from room to room, and Nuncle, who is the only one left watching me, follows me as I look. I want to buy something, but everything is pretty, though nothing is quite pretty enough for me to buy it. Nuncle steps away for a moment to look at something, and I dive behind one of the couches, hiding under it and telling the salesgirl, someone I went to high school with, to not tell anyone I’m down there. Nuncle comes back right then and freaks out – I’m gone, and it’s all his fault. He begins searching, yelling and trying to figure out where I am, and finally leaves. I feel guilty then for doing this to him, and leave the room, finding him leaning against the car, an arm over his eyes. I call out to him and he starts forward, overjoyed that I came back on my own. We continue on to our destination, and arrive in a hilly town, along with a bunch of other girls. We climb until Nuncle stops me in front of a creepy old man. He says that he’s my new husband, and I am repulsed. We go to his home, leaving Nuncle behind, and he tries to feed me and make friends, but I’m uninterested. He wants kids, but since I’m already pregnant somehow – with Nuncle’s child, I think – he doesn’t touch me. After a long set of awkward moments he dies, and Nuncle, who was visiting, takes me away so I don’t have to be in that place and be married to another old guy.
[End Dream]
… When was the part where I slept with Nuncle?
This girl I knew vaguely from college – friend of a friend, who was in my sorority before I joined – is staying at my apartment, along with another friend (possibly my roommate) for a sleepover. We’re chatting, and I get the feeling that something bad is going to happen. Her husband comes in the room, and even though I don’t think we discussed it, I know what she’s going to do – kill her husband. Sure enough, when he turns his back she reaches in front of him and slits his throat. I watch it all in detail, and continue to replay it in my mind. The body disappears, and the college friend-of-a-friend leaves as well; she has a now-single-parent child to care for, and another on the way. I spend some time watching some guinea pigs in their cage, trying not to think of how quickly that man’s life was cut off, how unexpectedly his wife betrayed him, so I clean the cage. One guinea pig, a much smaller one, keeps crawling out of the cage, but he is friendly and always comes when I call. After a while I leave the house and find that several years have passed; my friend has gone into hiding, and I meet up with her in an insane asylum. For some reason my idea of a disguise is to dress in fancy men’s fashions of a many years ago – though, with the asylum being there, perhaps the whole thing is happening many years ago. Anyways, I also have a rude boy following me around; my goal is to annoy people, and the boy does whatever he wants, with no manners at all. I meet with a crime lord after seeing how crazy my old friend has become, and we talk vaguely of talking. The boy won’t shut up, and even I’m getting mad because this is not the kind of situation I keep him around for, when the crime lord’s pregnant wife bends over him and begins talking in soothing tones. He calls her “Mom” and calms right down, so we can continue our discussion. The boy and the wife go swimming, and the wife goes into labor in the pool; they rush her to the hospital, where the boy is already waiting with her and refusing to move from the cramped hospital room. I at last get him to go outside with me, and we keep walking in front of this camera attached to a camping trailer which snaps a picture every few minutes. I cannot get him to smile, though, as he is too worried about “Mom.”
[End Dream]
I used to love gore, especially when I was a teenager; now, though, just remembering that dream scene makes me feel nervous and a bit ill, as though I really did do or see something terribly wrong. Also, I find it interesting that the latter part echoes the former; the crime lord’s lady is pregnant and the boy calls her “Mom,” making her similar to my friend, who has a child and is pregnant with her second.
I was pregnant after having sex for the first time with a close friend of mine, but didn’t really know what to do. I decided to go on a trip to Africa with some friends. One day in the sun bleached my hair a vivid lemon-yellow color. I also met another pregnant girl, and learned that she lived in New York. After a few days of knowing her I made the connection that I (dream me, at least) lived in New York, as well, and was starting a new semester of college. I arrived at the college to find that the car my mom had dropped off in one of the student parking lots had an opened door, and I couldn’t find any of my clothes except a few old formal dresses. I realized that some of my clothes had been stolen, while others were left behind in my old apartment. This woman who helped run student housing was asking me about my major, and at first I said I was an English major, before remembering that I already had an advanced English degree. I never did recall what I was there to study. I met up with a friend of mine, and we learned that, despite what we’d been told, we were not going to be living together. We sat on the curb and watched a parade go by, catching sodas and whatnot, and at one point one of the cars ran over someone’s pet raccoon. Not knowing what else to do, one of the students who had a hose sprayed the poor creature into a gutter on the other side of the street.
[End Dream]
Um… What? My dreams usually have a bit more coherence than this. I’m glad I wrote it down the moment I woke up, though, because it was just so far out there that I doubt I would have remembered much about it.
Also, one of my first thoughts when waking up was, “Wow, did I really sleep with him?!” I can’t decide if that’s a wonderful or terrifying first thought of the day…
There is a small group of us, including a woman, a child, and a man. We are traveling. At one point I am almost left behind, but they come back to get me. We reach our destination – I believe the woman is a teacher, and we have found her school – and the man takes me away and forces me to stay with him. Something happens and, much to my surprise, he releases me. I am pregnant, and take a bike to ride far away from him. I have not spoken in a long, long time, and I bike towards the cemetery down the road from my parent’s house. There is a funeral in progress, but all I want is to see my family’s headstone. People interrupt my progress, shocked to see me. Eventually my mother arrives, and she is crying, and I am crying, and then she begins to explain to someone – a doctor, perhaps – that I’ve been gone for six years and that I obviously chose to stay. I try to explain to her what happened, but my voice is rusty with disuse. I cannot make her understand and, frustrated, I bike towards a field near my mother’s house. My aunt has taken up residence there, and we have to chop our way through wooden fences to get there. My axe becomes hot with chopping, and I have to carry it above the dry grass – when it touches the grass, it lights it on fire. We go into my aunt’s rustic home, and I see a cat who hisses at me. I ask the cat if it knows and good songs, and it becomes docile and begins to pantomime singing along with a recording.
[End Dream]
Weird – and frustrating. I hate not being able to do something in a dream: talk, run, escape, whatever.
In Somnis Veritas 