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hmpfDream #1: Winter in the Ukraine
I am visiting my mother in the Ukraine. She picks me up at the station and bitches about my brother-in-law all the way home in her very crappy car. 'Home' is a flight of dreary-grey rooms filled with nothing but rusty steel-frame beds with bad mattresses where she lives with just my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law occupies himself by cooking huge (and I do mean huge) vats (bathtubs?) of some sort of Russian soup. It's winter, there's snow outside, and he claims soup is the best thing against the cold. We give him hell about the amounts, though. I don't know what my mother is doing in the Ukraine, but somehow I don't bother to ask.
(Notes: I have no personal connection to the Ukraine; nor does my mom. I also don't have a brother-in-law. I don't even have any siblings.)
Dream #2: The Unwanted Dog
Someone gives me a dog. I am not pleased. It runs away. I feel guilty because I worry more about the dog possibly harming my neighbour's cats than about the dog's wellbeing. I don't find the dog again, and am secretly glad.
Dream #3: The Crap Resistance of Possibly France
I am with a group of people - possibly the people from the recent study trip - in a big, modern coach. In France. Possibly. An Evil Regime has just taken power, and apparently we are the resistance. Everyone is looking for us. We drive through tiny villages in our huge bus, feeling far too visible. We talk about stealing a less noticeable car, but no one knows how to do that. We talk about getting weapons, either to defend ourselves, or, possibly, to kill ourselves in case 'they' get us. We're a pretty crap resistance, all told. In one village we meet vaguely sympathetic Farscape fans who are selling fancy handmade candles in the streets, but nothing very useful comes of the encounter. We're still stuck with the coach.
Dream #4: Women Are Evil, I'm a Man And I Live In a Closet (Seriously.)
I am a man. I am hiding in a closet in a room. The room may or may not contain an evil witch/queen/female monster of some description who may or may not know of my presence in the closet. I think she's wearing a blood-red dress. There may be clowns on stilts.
(Notes: I'm in the closet? Really... sometimes my subconscious is both ridiculously literal *and* maddeningly obscure at the same time.)
I am visiting my mother in the Ukraine. She picks me up at the station and bitches about my brother-in-law all the way home in her very crappy car. 'Home' is a flight of dreary-grey rooms filled with nothing but rusty steel-frame beds with bad mattresses where she lives with just my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law occupies himself by cooking huge (and I do mean huge) vats (bathtubs?) of some sort of Russian soup. It's winter, there's snow outside, and he claims soup is the best thing against the cold. We give him hell about the amounts, though. I don't know what my mother is doing in the Ukraine, but somehow I don't bother to ask.
(Notes: I have no personal connection to the Ukraine; nor does my mom. I also don't have a brother-in-law. I don't even have any siblings.)
Dream #2: The Unwanted Dog
Someone gives me a dog. I am not pleased. It runs away. I feel guilty because I worry more about the dog possibly harming my neighbour's cats than about the dog's wellbeing. I don't find the dog again, and am secretly glad.
Dream #3: The Crap Resistance of Possibly France
I am with a group of people - possibly the people from the recent study trip - in a big, modern coach. In France. Possibly. An Evil Regime has just taken power, and apparently we are the resistance. Everyone is looking for us. We drive through tiny villages in our huge bus, feeling far too visible. We talk about stealing a less noticeable car, but no one knows how to do that. We talk about getting weapons, either to defend ourselves, or, possibly, to kill ourselves in case 'they' get us. We're a pretty crap resistance, all told. In one village we meet vaguely sympathetic Farscape fans who are selling fancy handmade candles in the streets, but nothing very useful comes of the encounter. We're still stuck with the coach.
Dream #4: Women Are Evil, I'm a Man And I Live In a Closet (Seriously.)
I am a man. I am hiding in a closet in a room. The room may or may not contain an evil witch/queen/female monster of some description who may or may not know of my presence in the closet. I think she's wearing a blood-red dress. There may be clowns on stilts.
(Notes: I'm in the closet? Really... sometimes my subconscious is both ridiculously literal *and* maddeningly obscure at the same time.)
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Date: 2006-04-24 01:19 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-04-24 08:50 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-04-25 09:51 pm (UTC)Which might sound weird, but not when you realise that's what I spend all day trying to organise at my crappy job.
*I* want Ukrainian brother-in-laws and failed resistance movements, dammit!
(Actually your third dream has given me really vivid "flashbacks" to the fifty-four hours I spent on a coach with the other members of my orchestra going to and coming back from Prague, years ago, and how much cooler it would have been if we were actually members of a secret resistance movement, armed only with our government-loaned third-hand fourth-rate instruments... What I'd give to be able to whack someone over the head with a cello sometimes...)
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