I had too much to dream last night...
Jun. 6th, 2005 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonThe Cargo hold; huge, immense. The last shot in 'Raiders of the Lost Arc' only with various kinds of luggage instead of crates of faux arc de Convenant. I was naked, scrambling around the room, spilling open the various suitcases, trunks & steamliners. Desperately searching for my clothes. I had a time limit. If I couldn't find the right one soon, I knew surely they would execute me. Finally I spot a thick silver trunk, the dents are familiar and I recognize the random patchwork of stickers all over it. This is the one, but it's perched on top of a minature mountain of other luggage. I start to climb up it. Finding small openings to fit my hands and feet in. I put to much weight on one of the rungs of my climb; I slip and the whole thing collapses in on me. An avalanche of abandoned preparations to forgotten adventures, crushed beneath tons of summer clothes & touris shop knick knacks. Buried alive.
Then the darkness settled back into sleep.
When the alarm went off I woke up drenched in sweat. Not because of the intensity of the dream, but rather that my landlady the The Princess still hasn't had the freon recharged for the AC. There's a bitch of a crik in my neck, and the window tells me it's gonna be another sunless morning. I pick up the phone and call in my performance. No work for me today. Not after that bitch of a omen Mr.Sandman laid on my door. Uh-uh no Casandra complex gumming up the works in here. No sir. If you say that big old rockin' horse is filled with bloodthirsty Trojans, then that's good enough for me. Torch the fucker and let's call it the night. I climbed back into bed, moved the fan closer to my head and let the birds in the branches outside my window lulaby me back to sleep.
Then the darkness settled back into sleep.
When the alarm went off I woke up drenched in sweat. Not because of the intensity of the dream, but rather that my landlady the The Princess still hasn't had the freon recharged for the AC. There's a bitch of a crik in my neck, and the window tells me it's gonna be another sunless morning. I pick up the phone and call in my performance. No work for me today. Not after that bitch of a omen Mr.Sandman laid on my door. Uh-uh no Casandra complex gumming up the works in here. No sir. If you say that big old rockin' horse is filled with bloodthirsty Trojans, then that's good enough for me. Torch the fucker and let's call it the night. I climbed back into bed, moved the fan closer to my head and let the birds in the branches outside my window lulaby me back to sleep.
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on 2005-06-06 05:21 pm (UTC)Very cool--I myself have not had any interesting dreams of late--or at least none that have survived the wakeup. I can only hope the dream glands are saving up for something really out-there and inspiring.
~rl
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on 2005-06-06 06:18 pm (UTC)the dreams are similar but not the same, so it's not like
a recurring thing... except for the person. and that's the
part that leaves me unsettled after waking and for the
rest of the day. like today. just shaking my head...