Ostrich Attacks

Ostrich, originally uploaded by greenpinkorange.

I wish I could remember my dream from last night more clearly because it was absolutely nuts. The dream opened with my mom, hubby and myself along with a lot of the rest of my family (even some I am actively no longer in contact with) being at grandma and papau's house. Grandma had asked me to go through some old boxes and repack them, so I was working on that.

At some point, something weird started happening out in the yard (which had also become bigger than it really is). There were all sorts of scary animals out there. There were also suddenly other people I didn't really know in the house who I suppose we knew in the context of the dream. At one point, a few people decided to go out to papau's shed to get something and the girl that was with them got her head eaten off by an ostrich in full horror movie style. No, really. It was surprisingly grizzly and not funny like you'd think it might be. Ostriches are mean fuckers.

So we decided we all needed to get out and drive away. I stopped sorting and we packed up our bags. Somehow we weren't scared about going to the cars in the driveway despite the fact that there were even prehistoric looking cats and stuff stalking the yard by this point. We ended up joining most of the people in a large bus driven by a guy that, again, I don't really know. We were driving toward the edge of town (that wasn't really the edge of the town they live in) and trying to find a place to eat.

I sort of lose the thread of what was going on at that point, but... wow, it was a little crazy. And, once again, I don't think anyone but me and mom actually *spoke* to papau in the dream. I'm still not clear whether he was actually there or... what.

Dreaming of Lacroix

Nigel Bennett at Ad Astra, originally uploaded by folkstone42.

My dream started out with myself and several other people who I can't remember clearly stalking Lucien Lacroix from Forever Knight (played by the lovely Nigel Bennett, who is shown above) through an airport. No, I don't know why. Somehow he was aware we were following him. I think we were *supposed* to be following him, I just have no clue why. In any case, we stopped at baggage claim a few times, walked by the same McDonalds at least three times.

At some point I think I woke up and settled back down to sleep, and the dream shifted tones. I went with a group of other people to get on a lift that would take us to a ride. The ride went high up over a bunch of water. I frankly didn't want to go but had to for some reason. When we got to the top, one of the people stepped out as if to get on the platform for the ride... and promptly plunged to their death. I didn't look, but some of the others were looking, and they broke out into laughter. I think it was partly nervous laughter. We asked the guides if we could all just get back in the lift and go back down, and they said yes.

It's no wonder I still felt tired when I woke up!

Moments

I'm a bit tired this morning because my dreams were active last night. I vague impressions of family stress surrounding my uncles moving in with my grandparents, but the part of the dream that really stood out was that papau was there. He was alive and fine. Mom and Kathy and I had come over to stay the night, and we were figuring out which room we could stay in. The living room of the house was the same, but then you went down a hallway and suddenly it was like a hall in a mansion. There were tons of rooms, but we knew only a couple of them were set up to sleep in. Even in a stressful, weird dream, it was worth it to spend a little time with papau.

MJ Lives!

This is one of those duo dreams where one dream seems to lead into another.

It started out that I was in some sort of camp. We were all supposed to finish writing a book before we were allowed to leave. Some people wanted to give up or run away, and they were all murdered horribly. I can't remember the specifics of it all, just the stress of knowing I had to write something but not having any idea of what to put down or where to begin and knowing I didn't have much more time to finish in.

Then I was attending a final press conference with Michael Jackson. I knew it was not long before his death somehow even at the time. There were a lot of other people there, including Lindsey from work and her husband (who I've never met). MJ came in wearing cut off shorts and a bulky jacket/shirt. We all thought it was pretty bizarre-looking, but he was really nice and polite and greeted everyone warmly and answered questions. Then as he was leaving with his entourage, he whipped off the jacket, and there was a long, flowing cape underneath like the kind you'd see a king wearing in an old movie. Very lush and expensive-looking... and an odd match with cut off shorts, let me tell you.

Cows & Bodies & Porn

I had a couple of dreams last night, though I don't recall them in their entirety.

During the first, Wes and I were driving down the road talking about looking for Christmas lights. He was wanting me to go scouting for good ones, and I pointed out that I'd probably get lost (we were driving past neighborhoods we didn't know well. All of a sudden, we were walking down the country road instead of driving. Wes pointed out a steer on the other side of the road and I pointed out that there was a little calf coming up to us. I started petting the calf, and it lay down and rolled over onto its back just like a puppy would.

The second dream is even fuzzier, though it had a lot of bizarre imagery. This one was more like watching a movie than participating. I was driving through a strange town and saw a funeral procession. But it was strange because the procession was being led by people walking. Then I looked to one side of the road and there was a run-down black hearse there, but it was open. Lying on the ground were two bodies. They looked as if autopsies had already been performed (you could see the Y-incisions, unclosed) but there were birds and such crowding around the bodies. None of the townspeople seemed to find this at all unusual, and I started rolling up my windows and freaking out. Eventually the crowd thinned and I was able to drive away.

In the third dream, there was the movie factor again - but in this case, I was watching a movie. I don't remember much about it at all save that there was a scene with a little boy paddling across a massive river or lake in a rowboat with an older man who was trying to teach him to row properly. The boy kept talking about some legends he'd been reading about. Later on, I was looking through some other movies with Wes, and we found two porn movies starring Glenn Quinn (y'know, a "before they were famous" kind of thing that doesn't actually exist).

And that was my freaky night last night. Enjoy!

Bad Dream

Had an awful dream last night that papau had died and mom and I were at g&p’s house. Kathy wasn’t there for some reason. Grandma kept trying to act normal and make little jokes, but she was never really smiling. She just seemed sort of lost wandering around the house.

At the beginning of the dream, I knew what had happened, but I can’t remember now. I finally couldn’t take talking to grandma anymore and went into papau’s room. I got one of his suit jackets out of the closet and pretended he was there telling me about the stuff in the closet, taking it out and showing it to me. Mom came in and kind of broke the spell and I just curled up on his bed and cried. I wanted to keep pretending he was really there.

Actually woke up crying, and I don’t remember ever doing that before.

Anyway, paranoid about sleeping tonight. Finger is still bruisy and hurting but I needed to write this out.