Dispatches from my subconscious...
(cookwitch and silenttex are on holiday this week so I've been taking advantage of having the house to myself and indulging in a week long orgy of The West Wing. I figured that a post full of entries saying 'Went to work, missed silenttex, watched West Wing' would be less than thrilling so I thought it might be amusing to try and record my dreams for a week. I've never paid much attention to the goings on of my subconscious before (other than the occasional thought of 'Huh?'). Anyone wanting to intepret my dreams should feel free but should also expect to be laughed at.)
Saturday - In a public toilet. The walls are running with water and there's the sound of dripping water. In the cubicle there's a pipe running along the wall with a running tap. I turn the tap off but then the pipes start groaning and sounding like they're about to explode, so I turn the tap back on and exit hurriedly trying to look like I was never there and didn't touch anything.
Sunday - I'm ten and sat in front of a mirror cutting my own hair. I can't remember why I was cutting my hair (from long to pretty short) but I remember that there was a reason (other than just wanting a new look).
Monday - In an episode of NCIS (dreaming from the point of view of Tony DiNozzo), we're investigating a crime scene in a parking area at the back of a warehouse. Always happy to have Gibbs wander through my dreamscape.
Tuesday - I was texting people and getting and responding to texts from them. Got a text from cookwitch to say they had landed. It was only when I rolled over in bed to go back to sleep that I realised I had woken up and wasn't dreaming any more.
Wednesday - In a corner store (on a university campus I think). The store is small, dark and dusty and over stuffed with, well, stuff. The shelves are half empty and what is there is limited in variety (there were rows of orange Dairy Milk bars and Topic bars but not much else). At the till the woman behind the counter is commiserating with a female customer about PMS.
Thursday - My subconscious needs a life, last night I dreamt about reading LJ. sushidog had posted about realtan_dannan having the flu. There were a bunch of other posts but I can't remember them.
Friday - It's raining. I'm standing at the window looking down on a busy street. At first I'm enjoying the sight of people without umbrellas running about getting wet, but then the water's rising and I'm worrying about not being able to rescue eveything from the floods. What if I forget something? (Leaving things behind is a regular dreamtime anxiety of mine.)
Quotation
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." - Martin Luther King (Full text here)
Word
dreamery noun - a. A place that favours dreams. b. Dream-work, ‘such stuff as dreams are made of’.
Death
Tetsuro Tamba, star of You Only Live Twice, aged 84 of heart failure following a bout of pneumonia. CNN article here
Saturday - In a public toilet. The walls are running with water and there's the sound of dripping water. In the cubicle there's a pipe running along the wall with a running tap. I turn the tap off but then the pipes start groaning and sounding like they're about to explode, so I turn the tap back on and exit hurriedly trying to look like I was never there and didn't touch anything.
Sunday - I'm ten and sat in front of a mirror cutting my own hair. I can't remember why I was cutting my hair (from long to pretty short) but I remember that there was a reason (other than just wanting a new look).
Monday - In an episode of NCIS (dreaming from the point of view of Tony DiNozzo), we're investigating a crime scene in a parking area at the back of a warehouse. Always happy to have Gibbs wander through my dreamscape.
Tuesday - I was texting people and getting and responding to texts from them. Got a text from cookwitch to say they had landed. It was only when I rolled over in bed to go back to sleep that I realised I had woken up and wasn't dreaming any more.
Wednesday - In a corner store (on a university campus I think). The store is small, dark and dusty and over stuffed with, well, stuff. The shelves are half empty and what is there is limited in variety (there were rows of orange Dairy Milk bars and Topic bars but not much else). At the till the woman behind the counter is commiserating with a female customer about PMS.
Thursday - My subconscious needs a life, last night I dreamt about reading LJ. sushidog had posted about realtan_dannan having the flu. There were a bunch of other posts but I can't remember them.
Friday - It's raining. I'm standing at the window looking down on a busy street. At first I'm enjoying the sight of people without umbrellas running about getting wet, but then the water's rising and I'm worrying about not being able to rescue eveything from the floods. What if I forget something? (Leaving things behind is a regular dreamtime anxiety of mine.)
Quotation
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." - Martin Luther King (Full text here)
Word
dreamery noun - a. A place that favours dreams. b. Dream-work, ‘such stuff as dreams are made of’.
Death
Tetsuro Tamba, star of You Only Live Twice, aged 84 of heart failure following a bout of pneumonia. CNN article here