a strange combination of coffee and stress....
ha ha ha....so i've had another few strange dreams this week....
dream one:
well, this one felt like a movie...a foreign movie...in arabic. the setting was in aladdin-ish times, where everyone was wearing face veils and flowy pants and such, it even had the buildings that looked like it came straight out of aladdin. but anyways, the main story plot was that the city was under seige by outside forces dressed in all black, and all you could see of them were their scary eyes. the story revolved around the commander of the defending city, his daughter, and his second wife. the commander wanted to protect his wife and daughter, so he brought them over to a paradise-like oasis just outside of the city where his mother lived. apparently the grandma never met his wife and daughter, so the commander introduced them....as he was introducing his wife, he said "this is my dream" (in kind of trance-like and happy-wistful kind of way) and then really quickly afterwards said "thisismydaughter" to acknowledge his girl.
the girl was devastated, because she then realized that her dad was replacing her with his new wife. the wife was whisked away by the grandma's servants to prepare (for what, i don't know) while the girl was forced to converse with her grandma. they chatted for a bit, before the girl realized that she needed out. her dad didn't love her anymore, and her grandma was strange and old.
so she ran away. she went back to her old house, chopped off all her hair, (she had long flowing black hair) and dressed all in black. as she was running towards the outskirts of the city, she tripped and fell flat on her face, and some guy stopped to help her up. it turned out that the guy was a family friend and instantly recognized her.
"yadadadada?" (he asks her...*name,* is that you?, but i dont remember her name)
"YADA! yadadaadadadad." (she replies....NO! i'm not who you think i am, i am someone differnt)
"yada yada dadadadada" (he responds...don't lie. i know who you are. where are you going *name.*)
but she continues to deny who she is and he keeps pressing for the truth, until she finally breaks down and tells him that she is who he thinks she is and that she is running away. he asks where, and she replies : to the desert...i will live there til my death.
and then i wake up...
then fall back asleep fooooor....
dream 2:
So for this one, I become a black man.
I decide to help out a poor hispanic family who live in run-down apartments in the middle of the ghetto. These apartments are totally run-down! Crumbling, moulding, decaying, everything you can think of. Anyways, I get into the apartment, and the mother is standin in the the middle of a decaying kitchen (it's got water streaks on the walls, the ceiling is falling apart, the floor is rotting, it's so sad.) But the freaky thing is that the mother looks like she's dead. Her clothes are tattered and dirty, her face is sunken and her complexion is so ashen. And as she's standing in the middle of the kitchen she's wringing a teacloth, saying over and over "the microwave doesn't work, the microwave doesn't work."
Soooo, I take some food and put it in the microwave. I turn it on and the food begins to cook. But as it cooks, there's a dull thud in the fridge and then sloooowly, the fridge moves forward. I investigate it and notice that there is no food in the fridge. I move the fridge forward, and see that all of it is lying behind the fridge. Taking the food, I place it back into the fridge and try the microwave one more time. As the food is cooking again, the dull thud is heard, and sure enough, the fridge moves forward. It was strange, but we put the food back into the fridge and shrugged it off.
Then, I wanted to help the hispanic mother out some more by ironing some clothes. So, I'm by the ironing board, ironing clothes and we begin chatting. Her son comes down some stairs and says sleepily, "I'm tired. I want to go to bed." So, I go, pick him up, and proceed up the stairs to his bedroom. He gets changed into his pj's and I tuck him into bed and I'm about to leave, when he starts to shit his pants....non-stop.
There was no stopping him, so I pick him up and bring him to the bathroom to clean him up. I look at the toilet paper, but on it are ceiling crud. So, I take that piece off and throw it in the garbage and take a clean piece to wipe up the boy. I go back for more tp, but when I look at the tp roll, there's that damn piece of ceiling crud again. So, I do what I did before, but all the time, I'm thinking *I've done this before.*
We get done cleaning him up, and I bring him back to his bedroom, but the bedroom is back to the way it was before we had been there. The pj's were out on the bed, and the bed was still made. I look down at the boy in my arms, and he's back to the way he was before I had tucked him into bed (ie. no poo). So, I think *hmmm, strange.* And change him and tuck him back into bed, and this time there were no mishaps.
Heading back down the stairs, I look into the kitchen and the mother is in the middle of it, wringing her teacloth repeating "The microwave isn't working, the microwave isn't working."
And the dream goes through three cycles before I finally wake up....it was weird in a creepy 6th Sense/Beetlejuice/demented twilight zone way.
dream one:
well, this one felt like a movie...a foreign movie...in arabic. the setting was in aladdin-ish times, where everyone was wearing face veils and flowy pants and such, it even had the buildings that looked like it came straight out of aladdin. but anyways, the main story plot was that the city was under seige by outside forces dressed in all black, and all you could see of them were their scary eyes. the story revolved around the commander of the defending city, his daughter, and his second wife. the commander wanted to protect his wife and daughter, so he brought them over to a paradise-like oasis just outside of the city where his mother lived. apparently the grandma never met his wife and daughter, so the commander introduced them....as he was introducing his wife, he said "this is my dream" (in kind of trance-like and happy-wistful kind of way) and then really quickly afterwards said "thisismydaughter" to acknowledge his girl.
the girl was devastated, because she then realized that her dad was replacing her with his new wife. the wife was whisked away by the grandma's servants to prepare (for what, i don't know) while the girl was forced to converse with her grandma. they chatted for a bit, before the girl realized that she needed out. her dad didn't love her anymore, and her grandma was strange and old.
so she ran away. she went back to her old house, chopped off all her hair, (she had long flowing black hair) and dressed all in black. as she was running towards the outskirts of the city, she tripped and fell flat on her face, and some guy stopped to help her up. it turned out that the guy was a family friend and instantly recognized her.
"yadadadada?" (he asks her...*name,* is that you?, but i dont remember her name)
"YADA! yadadaadadadad." (she replies....NO! i'm not who you think i am, i am someone differnt)
"yada yada dadadadada" (he responds...don't lie. i know who you are. where are you going *name.*)
but she continues to deny who she is and he keeps pressing for the truth, until she finally breaks down and tells him that she is who he thinks she is and that she is running away. he asks where, and she replies : to the desert...i will live there til my death.
and then i wake up...
then fall back asleep fooooor....
dream 2:
So for this one, I become a black man.
I decide to help out a poor hispanic family who live in run-down apartments in the middle of the ghetto. These apartments are totally run-down! Crumbling, moulding, decaying, everything you can think of. Anyways, I get into the apartment, and the mother is standin in the the middle of a decaying kitchen (it's got water streaks on the walls, the ceiling is falling apart, the floor is rotting, it's so sad.) But the freaky thing is that the mother looks like she's dead. Her clothes are tattered and dirty, her face is sunken and her complexion is so ashen. And as she's standing in the middle of the kitchen she's wringing a teacloth, saying over and over "the microwave doesn't work, the microwave doesn't work."
Soooo, I take some food and put it in the microwave. I turn it on and the food begins to cook. But as it cooks, there's a dull thud in the fridge and then sloooowly, the fridge moves forward. I investigate it and notice that there is no food in the fridge. I move the fridge forward, and see that all of it is lying behind the fridge. Taking the food, I place it back into the fridge and try the microwave one more time. As the food is cooking again, the dull thud is heard, and sure enough, the fridge moves forward. It was strange, but we put the food back into the fridge and shrugged it off.
Then, I wanted to help the hispanic mother out some more by ironing some clothes. So, I'm by the ironing board, ironing clothes and we begin chatting. Her son comes down some stairs and says sleepily, "I'm tired. I want to go to bed." So, I go, pick him up, and proceed up the stairs to his bedroom. He gets changed into his pj's and I tuck him into bed and I'm about to leave, when he starts to shit his pants....non-stop.
There was no stopping him, so I pick him up and bring him to the bathroom to clean him up. I look at the toilet paper, but on it are ceiling crud. So, I take that piece off and throw it in the garbage and take a clean piece to wipe up the boy. I go back for more tp, but when I look at the tp roll, there's that damn piece of ceiling crud again. So, I do what I did before, but all the time, I'm thinking *I've done this before.*
We get done cleaning him up, and I bring him back to his bedroom, but the bedroom is back to the way it was before we had been there. The pj's were out on the bed, and the bed was still made. I look down at the boy in my arms, and he's back to the way he was before I had tucked him into bed (ie. no poo). So, I think *hmmm, strange.* And change him and tuck him back into bed, and this time there were no mishaps.
Heading back down the stairs, I look into the kitchen and the mother is in the middle of it, wringing her teacloth repeating "The microwave isn't working, the microwave isn't working."
And the dream goes through three cycles before I finally wake up....it was weird in a creepy 6th Sense/Beetlejuice/demented twilight zone way.