one-hour nap dream!
FIRST i was camping with class, but we were in some house. i was lamenting with liz about not having sex, talking about sex drive in general....
i think then it was morning? maybe? or very very early morning? i went into the basement to tell/give/ask something of caitlin, and when i opened the door to her tent, she was sleeping in there with some guy! whoops! so i forget what i came for, get flustered even though they're sleeping, and mutter something about "just returning your hat, caitlin" and leave. i think it was MY hat that i left there, because them i remember thinking how dumb that was 'cause she'll wonder what the hell my hat is doing in her tent.
THEN it's like everyone is getting up and ready to do things. caitlin's man-friend emerges from the basement and slinks away, i am feeling groggy. i ask her "what are we doing today" and she tells me that we're leaving. i am surprised, i can't believe we're leaving already. i go back upstairs, though, and quickly feel so fatigued. my bed is just a mattress on the floor in a little room by the kitchen, and i lay back down on it, i think i can see myself here for a moment, curling back up on the bed. i can't wake up, you see. my eyes won't stay open and i'm confused and incoherent. i wake up, i'm confused and groggy still, blurred vision, i get the feeling i've been left behind. i think/hope that maybe tatiana was left there with the school van to bring me up, that they didn't want to wake me because i was sick. i can't seem to wake up, my eyes won't open, i'm talking to people with them closed. i keep trying to excuse myself, apologizing and explaining that i'm just so TIRED, you see, is why i can't open my eyes. sorry.
THEN i wake up again, i'm in a kind of similar structure, but with long hallways leading from one part of the house to the other. it's my parents' house. i call to my mom, i say "i just had an epic dream. it lasted for days. see, i still can't come out of it" because my eyes are STILL DOING THE SAME THING, this happened to me all the time my senior year of high school. i can't open my eyes, every time i sit down i just pass out. i'm trying to tell my mom this dream but it's so hard. she is cooking or doing something, and i'm following her around talking like i always do.
THEN, did i wake up again? i'm not sure. anyway, i think it's possible. this time i'm in the same weird house but in the living room. my glasses are folded up and on the piano. the eyelid-heaviness has stopped now. both my parents are there, we're talking. then through the open door i see my old piano teacher approaching. i start getting nervous (wait i'm still taking piano lessons? i don't want to take piano lessons!!!!) and start stammering all these excuses about how i have something to do for school or have an electric organ part for something to practice elsewhere. i brush the dust off of an electric organ. everyone laughs, my piano teacher says "well tom should we do [some piano exercise] or [some other piano exercise] today?" and my dad responds and i realize WHEW he is here because my DAD is taking lessons, thank god. i walk away, and i start walking down this weird hallway that leads to a different part of the house. i start to make out with my blurry no-glasses vision some crazy disturbance on the lower half of the room with purple carpet (dining room with dining table) fairly fair ahead of me at the end of the hall. looks like swarming bats, black flicker all over the place, but of course i can't tell because my eyes are so bad. i yell MOM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!! and duck into a room in the hallway that is filled with just boxes and stuff that never gets used. i peek out and observe this flicker business. she says something along the lines of OH I KNOW IT CAN BE CONFUSING JUST WAIT FOR ME! and i do and she goes ahead of me and then i hear her talking in her special talking-to-pets voice and i go in and there are two dogs! they are running around and playing. one of them is shaped like a greyhound but TINY TINY TINY, so small it could fit in my hand. i asked my mom what dog is this? and she said it's the dog from the Happy Dog. ok...? the other dog is, i think, kelly, my aunt and uncle's dog i grew up around who was black and cute and loved popcorn and used to jump straight up into the air, over and over like on a pogo stick when she was begging for food. i remember getting down onto my stomach to play with the super-tiny dog and it's specially-sized tennis ball, and talking to my mom about jessi's feelings about small dogs. "yup, she only likes a certain size of dog" i said.
THEN i am sitting in a very small and weird modern church, just with a few people in a pew and people standing and me the only person sitting on this seat which was a long and fairly thin limb of a tree, or maybe a trunk. the priest is going on like they do, and then all of a sudden he says something about how much gay people suck or whatever. my dad, over across the place in a pew, stifles a chuckle, as do this gay couple we don't know in real life, but who in this dream are our friends, and i had the feeling that we had just finished hanging out at my house. we all look at each other like "what's up with this guy hahaha" and i give an audible snort. priest goes on. i start to feel like i want to mess with him more, so i start bouncing on this tree-seat. it bounces a lot, like one of those trees you find in woods that you can sit and bounce on. i start bouncing higher and higher and at some point i become aware that i'm dreaming. everything becomes slowed down. a glorious feeling! pushing off from the ground and bbbbbooooooiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg! up up into the air slowly, and then slowly back to the ground to push off again. i'm having the greatest time, and i say "hell, next time i'm gonna go right up through the ceiling!" and so i do, slowly up and up and up through the ceiling, and my vision stops, i am only feeling and sensing flying slowly through.... space? no wind, no atmosphere, no anything but the sensation of motion in my body. I curl my legs up and flip backwards! so calm! so slow! then i flip over and say to myself "i'm gonna land" and I land, I can feel the ground under my feet, my left foot stumbles a little bit on a rock, but i still stick the landing.
THEN I WOKE UP! and thought to myself MY WHAT A LONG DREAM FOR A SHORT SLEEP!
i think then it was morning? maybe? or very very early morning? i went into the basement to tell/give/ask something of caitlin, and when i opened the door to her tent, she was sleeping in there with some guy! whoops! so i forget what i came for, get flustered even though they're sleeping, and mutter something about "just returning your hat, caitlin" and leave. i think it was MY hat that i left there, because them i remember thinking how dumb that was 'cause she'll wonder what the hell my hat is doing in her tent.
THEN it's like everyone is getting up and ready to do things. caitlin's man-friend emerges from the basement and slinks away, i am feeling groggy. i ask her "what are we doing today" and she tells me that we're leaving. i am surprised, i can't believe we're leaving already. i go back upstairs, though, and quickly feel so fatigued. my bed is just a mattress on the floor in a little room by the kitchen, and i lay back down on it, i think i can see myself here for a moment, curling back up on the bed. i can't wake up, you see. my eyes won't stay open and i'm confused and incoherent. i wake up, i'm confused and groggy still, blurred vision, i get the feeling i've been left behind. i think/hope that maybe tatiana was left there with the school van to bring me up, that they didn't want to wake me because i was sick. i can't seem to wake up, my eyes won't open, i'm talking to people with them closed. i keep trying to excuse myself, apologizing and explaining that i'm just so TIRED, you see, is why i can't open my eyes. sorry.
THEN i wake up again, i'm in a kind of similar structure, but with long hallways leading from one part of the house to the other. it's my parents' house. i call to my mom, i say "i just had an epic dream. it lasted for days. see, i still can't come out of it" because my eyes are STILL DOING THE SAME THING, this happened to me all the time my senior year of high school. i can't open my eyes, every time i sit down i just pass out. i'm trying to tell my mom this dream but it's so hard. she is cooking or doing something, and i'm following her around talking like i always do.
THEN, did i wake up again? i'm not sure. anyway, i think it's possible. this time i'm in the same weird house but in the living room. my glasses are folded up and on the piano. the eyelid-heaviness has stopped now. both my parents are there, we're talking. then through the open door i see my old piano teacher approaching. i start getting nervous (wait i'm still taking piano lessons? i don't want to take piano lessons!!!!) and start stammering all these excuses about how i have something to do for school or have an electric organ part for something to practice elsewhere. i brush the dust off of an electric organ. everyone laughs, my piano teacher says "well tom should we do [some piano exercise] or [some other piano exercise] today?" and my dad responds and i realize WHEW he is here because my DAD is taking lessons, thank god. i walk away, and i start walking down this weird hallway that leads to a different part of the house. i start to make out with my blurry no-glasses vision some crazy disturbance on the lower half of the room with purple carpet (dining room with dining table) fairly fair ahead of me at the end of the hall. looks like swarming bats, black flicker all over the place, but of course i can't tell because my eyes are so bad. i yell MOM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!! and duck into a room in the hallway that is filled with just boxes and stuff that never gets used. i peek out and observe this flicker business. she says something along the lines of OH I KNOW IT CAN BE CONFUSING JUST WAIT FOR ME! and i do and she goes ahead of me and then i hear her talking in her special talking-to-pets voice and i go in and there are two dogs! they are running around and playing. one of them is shaped like a greyhound but TINY TINY TINY, so small it could fit in my hand. i asked my mom what dog is this? and she said it's the dog from the Happy Dog. ok...? the other dog is, i think, kelly, my aunt and uncle's dog i grew up around who was black and cute and loved popcorn and used to jump straight up into the air, over and over like on a pogo stick when she was begging for food. i remember getting down onto my stomach to play with the super-tiny dog and it's specially-sized tennis ball, and talking to my mom about jessi's feelings about small dogs. "yup, she only likes a certain size of dog" i said.
THEN i am sitting in a very small and weird modern church, just with a few people in a pew and people standing and me the only person sitting on this seat which was a long and fairly thin limb of a tree, or maybe a trunk. the priest is going on like they do, and then all of a sudden he says something about how much gay people suck or whatever. my dad, over across the place in a pew, stifles a chuckle, as do this gay couple we don't know in real life, but who in this dream are our friends, and i had the feeling that we had just finished hanging out at my house. we all look at each other like "what's up with this guy hahaha" and i give an audible snort. priest goes on. i start to feel like i want to mess with him more, so i start bouncing on this tree-seat. it bounces a lot, like one of those trees you find in woods that you can sit and bounce on. i start bouncing higher and higher and at some point i become aware that i'm dreaming. everything becomes slowed down. a glorious feeling! pushing off from the ground and bbbbbooooooiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg! up up into the air slowly, and then slowly back to the ground to push off again. i'm having the greatest time, and i say "hell, next time i'm gonna go right up through the ceiling!" and so i do, slowly up and up and up through the ceiling, and my vision stops, i am only feeling and sensing flying slowly through.... space? no wind, no atmosphere, no anything but the sensation of motion in my body. I curl my legs up and flip backwards! so calm! so slow! then i flip over and say to myself "i'm gonna land" and I land, I can feel the ground under my feet, my left foot stumbles a little bit on a rock, but i still stick the landing.
THEN I WOKE UP! and thought to myself MY WHAT A LONG DREAM FOR A SHORT SLEEP!