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A really weird dream…

Well, more silly, I suppose, but a far cry from the nightmares I seem to be more accustomed to. I don’t remember just who I was talking to, but whoever it was pointed out that one of the players on the local college hockey team (the team I’ve seen in person several times) has done absolutely nothing except for the games he’s played in against any team from Michigan. I hadn’t realized it until it was pointed out to me, but then I realized it was defintely a true statement. That person walks away, and I’m sitting at either a restaurant or cafeteria table. My best friend – who died a couple of years ago and who, to my knowledge, never ever saw a hockey game – sat down beside me and asked what we’d been talking about. I told her, and she had realized it even before I did. Just a silly weird dream that was made into a good one when she showed up. I really miss her.

last night’s helped me to realize something important. Er, actually that something IS important to me, despite my trying to convince myself otherwise.

It’s funny. You don’t realize just how important something is until it’s suddenly taken away (and it was taken away rather casually by someone else in the dream). I’m just glad it was the dream – and that someone looking out for me had already realized just how important it was to both of us.

Tantrums and policemen…

I’m not sure just where we were, because there was a mixture of people I know back in my home state with people I know here (as well as a lot of people I don’t actually know). I’m not sure just what was happening, either, but I was outside and “overhearing” the men inside talking about trying to avoid a scandal if they voted to change the name of the church. I’m not sure why that would have caused a scandal, but they were certain it would. At any rate, their meeting broke up, and then a latecomer arrived. I take him inside, but the men have been replaced by my parents and sister, and it turns out he’s an old friend of theirs, although one they hadn’t seen in years. So they introduce him to my sister and mention her grade in school (can’t remember just what it allegedly was) and then introduce me as a “high school sophomore” – and obviously, I was quite a bit older, because they then proceeded to explain I’d missed more than a year during my “stupid phase” and that I was “blinded to some things” – referring to my marriage and subsequent divorce.

That was the point at which I lost it and despite the presence of their company, I informed them that I was tired of having it constantly thrown up in my face and tired of never being good enough, after which I stormed off into my room. I’m not sure just how much time passed, but I was older still when someone knocked on my door and I stepped out of the room, certain and confident for the first time that I was accepted and liked for myself.

I’m not sure if it was another scene or a different dream, but it opened with me sitting in my boyfriend’s car at a railroad crossing. Someone had put the arms down to stop traffic, letting only a few go through every so often. I’m not sure just where he was, but I was in the car alone with the door cracked open when I noticed a someone at a car a little ways ahead of us. He was holding a gun on the occupants, demanding their purses and wallets. With the railroad arms down, we were all effectively trapped, so I waffle between hiding my purse (even in the dream, I remembered the pain it had been to have it stolen) and trying to escape. I wind up grabbing my purse and quietly slipping out of the car, grateful that I’d already had the door open. I realized that the gunman saw me, and I wondered why he simply let me run towards the policemen grouped a couple of block-lengths away. That made sense after I got there and they simply laughed at me – it wasn’t that they didn’t see him, it was that they were all involved in the burglary ring…

in the dream, but it wasn’t the town where we actually live. I’m not sure just what town it was, but given the fictional characters that showed up later, there’s a good possibility it was Sleepyside.

I’m not sure just how it happened, either, because the dream began with me walking down the street with my boyfriend, and we were passing people we both knew. Then the next scene found me newly married (we apparently eloped while out on the walk *snort*) in the kitchen of my apartment (also like the setting – my apartment in the dream, but not my actual apartment), with my mother and my new mother-in-law who were preparing the food for a reception for us. Several weird points about that (not the least of which was the fact that they were in MY kitchen) – Helen Belden was my mother, with my mother-in-law being Madeleine Wheeler. Strange in itself, but even moreso if you know my opinions of the pairing in the Trixie Belden fandom we would have had to be for that scenario to happen (*sigh* – it’s SOOO not right for me to dream I’m Trixie marrying Jim!!!). Even stranger was the realization that Madeleine was not only in my kitchen, but actually cooking and washing dishes. Oddly enough, her complaints about the quality of my kitchen utensils (especially my mixing spoons) were definitely in character – I was informed that one day of the honeymoon trip they were giving us would be spent in a certain store (she named it, but I neither remember the name of it nor if it was one that actually exists. I knew in the dream, though, that it was an ultra expensive kitchenware shop) picking out new kitchen things.

It was the fourth of july…

and I was up on a hill when we noticed it looked like snow was accumulating down hill. I wondered if it was the snow machine at the nearby ski resort, but no, it was actually snowing, kind of. It was snowing vanilla ice cream…

Then the scene shifted and it was Halloween. I was at the Farmer’s Market building with a friend’s sons who were trick or treating – at least one was, because the other one didn’t want to. The shops were really weird – one was a wig shop! Anyway, we came out and it was snowing – real snow that was about three inches deep at that point. I was dreading having to drive to work the next morning, when it was suddenly summer and I was in my apartment (it was odd – this building, same owner, but totally different layout and apartment – it was more like I just had three rooms in a regular house (okay, HUGE house) that was all interconnected. Not a self-contained apartment like I actually have. Anyway, I’d noticed that several of my windows were broken and asked the owner to come look at them when he got a chance – when he did, we let up the blinds and found a severed head in the top wedged between the glass and screen…

Apparently there was some rule that you couldn’t call the police on a Saturday, but had to go in person. So I left him here and started walking to the substation that was in “the old depot” downtown and something. No clue why I didn’t drive, or just when other friends joined me, but we were rushing to get there before 2:30 when they closed. It was right at 2:30 when we finally found the right place. The female policeman from Eureka (can’t remember her name) was on duty, along with two or three other women. They weren’t exactly happy to see us come in, let alone to report finding a severed head. The weird thing? Even after giving them my address, NO ONE drove back here – even the police were walking, which made no sense, even in the dream.

At some point on the way back, (it wasn’t a quick walk, either), the man I’m dating turned into Anthony and I turned into Liz, and Francoise was with us (uh, Anthony’s daughter from his first wife in FBORW) and I was surprised to learn that she didn’t even remember her mother living with them. I woke up when we were all getting back to my apartment, then proceeded to irrationally check my windows before starting my day…

It was actually…

night before last. I’m not sure if I actually knew I was dreaming, or if I dreamed I knew I was dreaming, but in the dream, I knew I had to get up extra early to get certain things accomplished (true in real life, too, which may have precipitated the dream). It’s confusing to try to describe, because it was basically a series of dreams within the dream of me waking up to different distractions that kept me from getting done what I needed to do. It was after two or three mini-dreams that I realized within the dream that I was actually dreaming all of them. Well, the first one WAS a huge clue – I “woke up” to find Aragorn come to life standing there with several of the black riders. As their king, he set them to doing everything I needed to get done then pulled me into his arms. At least the dream didn’t follow real life where I most often find myself in Eowyn’s role instead of Arwen’s…

Another mini-dream had me taking stuff to my grandmother’s realizing I was going to be late for church. Oddly enough, it was after that one that I realized in the dream I was actually dreaming and I began trying to force myself to wake up, only to fall back into several more dream scenes before my alarm went off, ending the dream sequences. It actually took me a few minutes to realize I was actually awake and not in yet another mini-dream.

And a meta note – I’m going to be without internet access for the next three or four days. Back later. :)

It started out nightmarish…

with a phone call from an old friend. He’s always been one to let me know if he hears anything I need to know, although there have been times when I hated his interference. In the dream, though, I was glad, even though it did leave me worried – my sister was dating her ex-fiance again, without telling her that he was involved in a plot to get her pregnant, so that friends of his could get their “revenge” by killing the baby. I was trying to find her to warn her when I woke up, knowing she wouldn’t believe me.

When I went back to sleep, I was at my parents’ house, and convinced my dad to let me have my old car back so that I could take it instead of my current car on a trip (In real life, that car was totalled, but in the dream, it was repaired just like new). Then I’m in that car, and I’ve pulled off to the side of the road to talk to someone I used to work with. Then someone pulled up in a white truck to ask if another ex-coworker was around. I told her he wasn’t, but then he came up the road in an old van (nothing like what he actually has). She had my car blocked in with her truck, and she taunted me that I would just have to get out another way, because she wasn’t moving. My alarm went off as the men started to approach her to make her move her truck.

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