12/3/13
I watched Bride Wars last night, so wasn’t surprised to dream about it. We are at this huge hotel and eve-rything goes wrong. There’s complete chaos and the wedding coordinator is doing her best to fix things. My dress is ruined, as is my friends. The people will be arriving soon and we have no idea what to do (this was all really vivid and I can’t remember the details! The groom, who looks like Derek from Greys Anatomy is flying in on a small airplane with one of the bridesmaids who looks like Lexy. They end up crash landing not too far away from the hotel and hitch a ride in a limo. Me and my friend end up having to wear new dress. I’m trying on one in blue and white that doesn’t look dissimilar in pattern to a plate I have with a cherry blossom tree design on it. I think my friend will look better in it and get her to try it on. She looks perfect. I get a new wedding dress that’s fluffy and meringue like in the skirt and tight and slimming on the bodice and everything goes right in the end as the guests arrive and the weddings go ahead. It’s all bright and sunny.
Tag Archive: chaos
The first section of the dream I remember is me and a female friend, possibly Amanda in an eastern/desert room/cavern setting. It’s all yellow rock. We are exploring a series of caves that are arranged much as a kid’s assault course/play area. I am not sure whether we were looking for anything specific or just exploring and playing.
The caverns are bubble like and have some slopes at 45 degrees. There is a statue with a cat head. And a tiled set of steps arranged in a square/oblong. There was a very limber woman in it sitting on one of the steps; there were palms and possibly a waterfall also. I don’t know what the woman was doing in the dream, she may have been trying to seduce one of the men or kill me or someone important, either way, something sets us against her in a major way. It’s then that I see her hit a tile on one side of her with the foot and leg on the other side of her body setting her shimmery silver/purple belly dancing gear shimmering and rustling. The tile depresses under her foot and she disappears.
After this my female friend/companion disappears, and an elder male companion/protector shows up. He was in the cavern/room all the time, but it isn’t noticed until now. I am on the head of the cat statue when the woman disappears. The man yells in frustration, and I bash the cats head twice with my left foot. We likewise disappear, and then reappear in another place standing side by side. My mind identifies this as another dimension. We see her darting away down a street and give chase in this mediaeval style world, but lose her in the chaos and confusion. I distinctly see an overturned cart and people running around in confusion and panic. There are also soldiers moving about with purpose. I get the distinct impression that the village or town we are in is under attack
We decide to retreat. The man who is with us is badly hurt protecting us and the only way back is with a handheld computer – there is only one. He gives it to us and then manages to lose himself in the crowd. We return, saddened that he is dead. The other guard in the Egyptian cavern tries to go back to find/rescue him, but can’t find him and is forced to admit defeat.
Then suddenly the dream shifted and I was in a house asleep. There was a man sleeping downstairs. I think he was with me in the previous part of the dream but wasn’t the one chasing this woman – he got stuck in the other dimension and I think this guy was his friend and tried to get him back.
He wakes; we leave the house and end up on a space ship. They have this holo image of him and it’s naked and being turned on a podium. Before he can be seen full frontal it flickers and is shut off. I distinctly remember thinking ‘that’s a relief’ at not seeing him like that. The team on the space station tell us that they are doing special body patterns for transporters or some other project. Then they (there are several others in the space ship room) who say they have one of me made from the general records but need to know exactly where all my beauty spots/moles are so they can complete it. I burst into hilarious laughter and try to pull up my top over my head, but can’t keep my feet because I am laughing too hard. I eventually get the top over my head and they all stare at my back which (as in real life) is COVERED in moles/beauty spots that I got from a colossal burning a few years back. They all stare at me like I am a scientific specimen discussing the difficulty of inputting all the spots and then I woke up.
I had two dreams last night that I remember. The first was odd, but ended with a very comforting feeling I would give much to feel again.
Also – Dr Who dream!
This first dream started in a shopping centre. I have no idea why I was there or how I got there, but there was probably some dream sequence I don’t remember, because my first memories are of chaos and confusion, because the Cyber men are attacking. Then I see the Doctor whizz past, his sonic screwdriver in hand and he races down a set of escalators. Not sure whether I am his companion or just suicidal, but I follow him down the escalators. Possibly curiosity, either way I nearly end up getting killed, as the Cyber men also storm the escalators. I have to climb over the barrier (people are screaming and yelling to me that I need to get off the escalator). I follow the advice, and as I know what my arms are like (i.e. weak as) and know I am going to fall from a height because of my stupidity in following the doctor. Anyway, as is their want, dreams don’t have normal gravity and I don’t drop like a lead weight. I float softly to the ground, and the Cyber men chase the doctor off into the distance.
I decide I am now out of danger, and so I decide to look at the rack of clothing near the window (which is odd cos I could swear the escalators were heading into a basement level very reminiscent of the Dobbies garden centre/shop near Preston). Anyway, it’s dark out – night time. I find some nice sports clothes – in a sort of shimmery pearlescent material as well as a v necked, three quarter sleeved loose top. I don’t know how it happens, but I leave the shop, and head out into a desert region. I think there was a reason for it. Not sure if it is post apocalypse or anything, but I definitely identify it as not earth. I hike through the desert and make it to a deep long earth fault. There is a boat. This part of the dream is the fuzziest. I am not sure if I was being chased or had a companion, but I definitely end up sailing, and possibly racing and showing off the boat and my sailing skills. I am not even sure it was a sail boat. It could have been a speed boat.
At some point I end up being captured or rescued and am dragged to this building where a high up military guy scowls at me and give me the third degree. Then he leaves and I am free to explore the house, which I do. It’s an odd mix of the modern and a traditional country house., I distinctly remember the area which had small miniature furniture and toys, lit softly by yellow light and that the objects on the shelf are out of place -too modern and new to fit, run of the mill. I then head into the kitchen. I distinctly remember a breakfast bar and then the family come in. the mother and three daughters of the colonel. They are gay and friendly and lively and caring. The mother in particular.
I think I may have become their ward or something the way the woman takes me on. We talk, no idea about what and then she sits me on a stool by the breakfast bar and starts brushing out my hair. Then she trims it and starts putting it up with combs. I have a mental image of me, with a slightly younger, slimmer face with blonde hair (so it almost certainly wasn’t me in real life as me in the dream) and see that the hair is elegantly scooped and pinned half up, half down, and it frames my face very elegantly. Then I woke up. I felt very at home there, and a part of the group, I haven’t felt like that before. Almost like I truly belonged there and they had been wanting me to be there for some time, and they were so caring of me. I mean I do truly love my mum and respect my dad but I have never felt so comfortable, comforted and wanted, not for a long time. It was almost like I was sitting at mums feet when I was a kid and she was doing things with my hair while we all watched TV, only in the dream I was the focus of attention and conversation. I liked that feeling.
The second dream was much more disturbing and dark and much much weirder.
Basically, I am in a car with three other friends. This woman in one of those ancient paisley house coats comes running out of the road from nowhere. The area looks very moorlandish with red bracken and little streams and yellow green grass. We ignore the woman (crazy person!) and drive past her. This turns out to be a major mistake, as she is trying to warn us of a very great danger.
About a mile down the road the car dies on us and we get out and decide to walk to wherever we are going…and then we start getting attacked by this nasty shadowy being. The woman in the housecoat tries to help us but she ends up getting killed, as does one of our companions. The shadow being makes for his face and then drags him into a dark stream. We are trying to run away but I am blinded by something and can’t get past these weird barriers. It turns out one barrier is the road, and another is the river we were next to when the shadow being jumped us.
The dream then cuts away to a funeral home of all places.
Three of us escaped the attack and the other two are decorating the church for the funeral of our friend who turns out to be a very important person (though I have no idea what they were to be so important). I am escorting someone who is inspecting the work to make sure everything is perfect. Everything is – except the flowers. They are supposed to be roses (can’t remember the colour, but possibly white) but they have become white poppies with blood red veining on the petals.
I go off into the back to see if it can be sorted and for some reason, the back appears to be a hospital A&E and I am now a doctor or nurse. I am with another (possibly one of the friends from the ‘church’) and we are horsing about with a trolley. We get on it and push it off to sweep it under a sheer/shiny grey blue curtain, only it doesn’t make it all the way out. This confuses me, and I get off and sweep the curtain aside. One of our group is there. A boy, whose face doesn’t look half as bad and swollen and bloody as it had appeared just before I got blinded. He tells us his story, which comes in the way of thumbnails of a lemming performing the actions he went through to escape and with him doing voice over. It was quite amusing to ‘watch’.
Basically the shadow being jumped him, but one of our party (the guy who died) very bravely pulled it off, thus turning its attention to him. He is practically blinded in the same way I am and is stumbling away from the beast when there’s a colossal splash and the friend yells to this guy (they used a name and I can’t remember it!) ‘I’m in the water, run! I’m in the water. Then it fades to more lemming images where he is being tossed around and beaten by this invisible shadow force, but being saved by the land, as it was trying to break something. I think the dark force was possibly trying to break his spine but he lands on thick soft grass and is cushioned. The beast is then drawn away by the (and I’ve NO idea where my brain got the name for this) Rakanetrix who turns out to be the crazy woman in the house coat.
We go on out of the hospital/funeral place and the guy who was injured is attacked by these three guys. He is killed, possibly because he’s been infected by the shadow being or some such. Anyway, somehow they have the time to inter him in a grave in a wooden coffin. So some time may have elapsed between kidnap and killing (and us finding them) and me and my remaining partner give chase. We follow them all the way into town where we go to the local curry house/takeaway. It had a name like Tai palace or curry palace or some such. We say we are looking for some men to the young girl on reception. She looks like she is Chinese rather than Indian however and then, we see the men come in through a back entrance.
The owner of the curry house arrives then to soothe us and then we explain our situation. He is grave and serious and we discuss the situation. I am not sure what was decided, but we start filling out loads of paperwork, (well mostly me while the lad tries chatting up the girl on reception). The curry house owner has gone off on some errand. So I finish filling in the paperwork, and the girl gives me this charm and a set of keys (to a safe house she says). Then she leads us out back into a courtyard with other shops in it. It has a yellowy tinge to it and is bright and well lit. My male companion asks where the safe house we now have the keys for is.
She won’t tell him, or me, or can’t I later realise, when the curry house owner turns up, and we start walking with him, the girl being sent back inside to tend the shop. My male companion asks the curry house owner where the safe house is. I can only tell the heredetary/traditioonal Rakanetrix where it is. The curry house owner tells me as we walk past a grey stone church out of the square. Then I woke up. He means that he can only tell me, as I have just become said Rakanetrix whose job it is to destroy the shadow being. Apparently the previous one is by now dead.
This dream has the potential to become a halfway decent story if it gets fleshed out a bit I think.
Scribbles and Jottings 