Random dreams
Jan. 9th, 2016 16:07![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillThursday night: I was in the upstairs bathroom tub taking a shower, but for some reason we had a shower curtain instead of sliding glass doors. The curtain kept sucking inward with the shower spray, and the tub is so narrow that the curtain had a distressing tendency to wrap around me halfway and stick to my skin. I tried to shove it away, but that made it no longer effective as a shower curtain -- the water could get out of the tub enclosure. I finally gave up in frustration. (FYI: I don't think I've taken a shower with a shower curtain since the mid-90s.)
Friday night: I dreamt that I was in Joe's truck cab; the sleeper portion was the size of the upstairs of a train car, and about five of us (plus Joe) were sitting around and chatting. There were bunks on the sides, and I remember thinking that Joe should get some sleep during the time his co-driver was at the wheel, but he kept staring out the picture window at the front and fretting. He was anxious about something having to do with the route, and wanted his co-driver to do it right.
I was with a different friend of mine (someone I don't recognize, a man with long dark hair and a beard) who had taken a tumble, and I offered to check him over to see whether he had put any joints out. There were a couple of tweaks in his lower back -- he had sat down hard -- and one hip was stuck. Finally I checked his tailbone... which extended into a tail about 8" long. The vertebrae were reasonably distinct under the hairless skin, a bit like a turkey neck; I found one joint which was distinctly out of place, but told him it would be pretty easy to fix. He thanked me.
I wanted to see a particular movie at a small theater -- I think it was Raiders of the Lost Ark playing at the new Parkway -- but I realized it was Saturday night and it might be packed. Sure enough, the small lot next to the theater (which doesn't exist) was stuffed except where it was marked off for valet; so was the curb outside. I parked a few blocks over and joined up with someone else who was headed that direction; I told them (someone with a blond cap of hair, gender undetermined) that with that many cars, the theater might be packed beyond capacity, and if the line was out the door we should just give it a pass. We finally got there (some of the intersections were pretty funky) and the line was long, but not out the front door; somehow we managed to get in and see the movie, and I remember a couple of scenes where there was serious crowd participation. My walking partner and I exchanged nods as we left.
Perhaps the oddest dream of all: I was at my place, but there was an open area and a neighbor's fence where the back gate to the hot tub is now. I went back there so that I could have a cigarette without stinking up the house. I had just started smoking because of the stress in my life; this was my second or third smoke. I didn't have any trouble with it, though -- I remember clearly the sensation of drawing the smoke into my lungs and letting it out again, of allowing it deep inside where it could warm me up. After a couple of minutes I felt better, calmer, but I smoked the rest of it anyway, not wanting to waste it. I realized by the end that had been a mistake, as I was really wired. I had trouble figuring out where to put the butt when I was done, since apparently the trash bin wasn't available, and filters aren't biodegradable.
That last one is particularly strange since I have never smoked, never wanted to smoke, and I have trouble with cigarette smoke even secondhand (I cough for days). The thought is repulsive to me now, but it seemed like a totally natural thing to do when I was dreaming.
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I have no idea whether there is any significance to any of these, but they were all quite clear and vivid.
Friday night: I dreamt that I was in Joe's truck cab; the sleeper portion was the size of the upstairs of a train car, and about five of us (plus Joe) were sitting around and chatting. There were bunks on the sides, and I remember thinking that Joe should get some sleep during the time his co-driver was at the wheel, but he kept staring out the picture window at the front and fretting. He was anxious about something having to do with the route, and wanted his co-driver to do it right.
I was with a different friend of mine (someone I don't recognize, a man with long dark hair and a beard) who had taken a tumble, and I offered to check him over to see whether he had put any joints out. There were a couple of tweaks in his lower back -- he had sat down hard -- and one hip was stuck. Finally I checked his tailbone... which extended into a tail about 8" long. The vertebrae were reasonably distinct under the hairless skin, a bit like a turkey neck; I found one joint which was distinctly out of place, but told him it would be pretty easy to fix. He thanked me.
I wanted to see a particular movie at a small theater -- I think it was Raiders of the Lost Ark playing at the new Parkway -- but I realized it was Saturday night and it might be packed. Sure enough, the small lot next to the theater (which doesn't exist) was stuffed except where it was marked off for valet; so was the curb outside. I parked a few blocks over and joined up with someone else who was headed that direction; I told them (someone with a blond cap of hair, gender undetermined) that with that many cars, the theater might be packed beyond capacity, and if the line was out the door we should just give it a pass. We finally got there (some of the intersections were pretty funky) and the line was long, but not out the front door; somehow we managed to get in and see the movie, and I remember a couple of scenes where there was serious crowd participation. My walking partner and I exchanged nods as we left.
Perhaps the oddest dream of all: I was at my place, but there was an open area and a neighbor's fence where the back gate to the hot tub is now. I went back there so that I could have a cigarette without stinking up the house. I had just started smoking because of the stress in my life; this was my second or third smoke. I didn't have any trouble with it, though -- I remember clearly the sensation of drawing the smoke into my lungs and letting it out again, of allowing it deep inside where it could warm me up. After a couple of minutes I felt better, calmer, but I smoked the rest of it anyway, not wanting to waste it. I realized by the end that had been a mistake, as I was really wired. I had trouble figuring out where to put the butt when I was done, since apparently the trash bin wasn't available, and filters aren't biodegradable.
That last one is particularly strange since I have never smoked, never wanted to smoke, and I have trouble with cigarette smoke even secondhand (I cough for days). The thought is repulsive to me now, but it seemed like a totally natural thing to do when I was dreaming.
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I have no idea whether there is any significance to any of these, but they were all quite clear and vivid.
