Dreaming...
(second attempt because LJ ate the first one)
So a doctor is at a cafe/bakery having lunch or some such (played in the dream by the doctor in the new Torchwood series) while listening to the radio about an election between a 'good' and 'evil' politician. The woman had been talked to by the 'good' politician's wife (played by the presidents' wife in the West Wing actually) about joining the administration if her husband won. The bakery has two large bay windows in a breakfast nook sort of layout (the windows bulging from the sides of the building at a corner) but one of the nooks has a bar against the window and stools while the other one (that she's at) has a normal table and chairs.
She is disappointed to hear that the 'evil' politician won - they had names but I've lost them already - and head home in a funk. She lives in a nice place on the waterfront (not a waterfront I've ever seen wholly constructed by my mind.) and listens to Florence and the Machine (I remember Girl With One Eye specifically) while looking at bills or some such. Door rings and the politician's wife is there, with half a dozen staff members. She says her husband won, didn't lose - and when pressed by the doctor she waves it off with something like "that was nothing a few million couldn't take care of". They decide to go celebrate and she (somewhat reluctantly) goes with her new bosses wife (or boss? I'm not sure what the job was or how the wife fit into the administration's scheme of things). Anyway they go to a restaurant and have a blown out tire on one of the cars.
They are in a parking lot looking at the blown out tire as if its a three headed monster - including the guys so my subconscious is being an equal opportunity class-ist but not a sexist [smirks]
Que a shift in the dream - and I'm walking home from work - passing a gaggle of people looking at their blown out tire like its some sort of three headed monster and I continue on my way after I offer a hand and they refuse. I end up in a maze of underpasses and inner city sprawl on the walk home - unlike the previous part of the dream the city's urban decay is very apparent - and of course its an overcast night. There is a dog - mangy and lean looking - following me at a distance and I'm listening to Depeche Mode and other stuff as I'm walking (Prominent memories of Wrong and Blasphemous Rumors - yeah I'm old school if you hadn't noticed [smirks]) And as I'm passing the shops infront of my crappy apartment or whatever and there is this cafe with two breakfast-nook like windows, one with tables and one with a bar and stools (hence the reason I described it earlier) There is a woman at the bar - in the context of the dram I don't know her - she's just cleaning tables and the shop is closed for the night - so the only interaction is a wave - that jaded smile of 'I'm still at work, this sucks' sort of thing. Out of the dream though (and this may sound strange) but it was Serena, the character I've created in stories and art that's my totally-non-existent twin sister. So long black hair back in a kerchief and this look of 'I'd rather be out at a party!' sort of thing (as an example - look to the LJ Icon!) .
Anyway - I get to my apartment - and there is a sort of jaded shock when I see the door's been kicked in.. wide open and the apartment is dark. (I even think to myself - hey atleast they turned off the lights after robbing me!)I I go inside, turn on the lights and head around to see whats been stolen and I don't notice it but I'm a teenager again - poof - and my stepfather is there trying to sleep with my little sister and brother in one of the other bedroom (the place is very much changed along with my age, more like the first apartment I remember when moving to Texas). He barks at me to turn the light off, and leave him alone - so I do. I go across the hall to the bathroom (a shared bathroom set up with two other apartments on this floor. Atleast that's how it was in the real world back then) and the sink is backed up and covered in mud and blood. So I start cleaning it up. I''ve got a pot that I'm using to ladle water out of the sink to get to the point I can unstop the mess. A grey-white cat comes into the bathroom looking for water and asks me if I could give him a clean bowl of water (yes he spoke and for some damn reason I didn't blink an eyelash!). The cat's name was Nicodemus and wasn't a pet but was familiar enough that I thought of it as familiar enough to pet it (after drying my hands). And the two of us talked about the dog that had followed me of all things.. which even in the dream confused me.
Then I woke up... and now I've shared. ... um.. yay me?
So a doctor is at a cafe/bakery having lunch or some such (played in the dream by the doctor in the new Torchwood series) while listening to the radio about an election between a 'good' and 'evil' politician. The woman had been talked to by the 'good' politician's wife (played by the presidents' wife in the West Wing actually) about joining the administration if her husband won. The bakery has two large bay windows in a breakfast nook sort of layout (the windows bulging from the sides of the building at a corner) but one of the nooks has a bar against the window and stools while the other one (that she's at) has a normal table and chairs.
She is disappointed to hear that the 'evil' politician won - they had names but I've lost them already - and head home in a funk. She lives in a nice place on the waterfront (not a waterfront I've ever seen wholly constructed by my mind.) and listens to Florence and the Machine (I remember Girl With One Eye specifically) while looking at bills or some such. Door rings and the politician's wife is there, with half a dozen staff members. She says her husband won, didn't lose - and when pressed by the doctor she waves it off with something like "that was nothing a few million couldn't take care of". They decide to go celebrate and she (somewhat reluctantly) goes with her new bosses wife (or boss? I'm not sure what the job was or how the wife fit into the administration's scheme of things). Anyway they go to a restaurant and have a blown out tire on one of the cars.
They are in a parking lot looking at the blown out tire as if its a three headed monster - including the guys so my subconscious is being an equal opportunity class-ist but not a sexist [smirks]
Que a shift in the dream - and I'm walking home from work - passing a gaggle of people looking at their blown out tire like its some sort of three headed monster and I continue on my way after I offer a hand and they refuse. I end up in a maze of underpasses and inner city sprawl on the walk home - unlike the previous part of the dream the city's urban decay is very apparent - and of course its an overcast night. There is a dog - mangy and lean looking - following me at a distance and I'm listening to Depeche Mode and other stuff as I'm walking (Prominent memories of Wrong and Blasphemous Rumors - yeah I'm old school if you hadn't noticed [smirks]) And as I'm passing the shops infront of my crappy apartment or whatever and there is this cafe with two breakfast-nook like windows, one with tables and one with a bar and stools (hence the reason I described it earlier) There is a woman at the bar - in the context of the dram I don't know her - she's just cleaning tables and the shop is closed for the night - so the only interaction is a wave - that jaded smile of 'I'm still at work, this sucks' sort of thing. Out of the dream though (and this may sound strange) but it was Serena, the character I've created in stories and art that's my totally-non-existent twin sister. So long black hair back in a kerchief and this look of 'I'd rather be out at a party!' sort of thing (as an example - look to the LJ Icon!) .
Anyway - I get to my apartment - and there is a sort of jaded shock when I see the door's been kicked in.. wide open and the apartment is dark. (I even think to myself - hey atleast they turned off the lights after robbing me!)I I go inside, turn on the lights and head around to see whats been stolen and I don't notice it but I'm a teenager again - poof - and my stepfather is there trying to sleep with my little sister and brother in one of the other bedroom (the place is very much changed along with my age, more like the first apartment I remember when moving to Texas). He barks at me to turn the light off, and leave him alone - so I do. I go across the hall to the bathroom (a shared bathroom set up with two other apartments on this floor. Atleast that's how it was in the real world back then) and the sink is backed up and covered in mud and blood. So I start cleaning it up. I''ve got a pot that I'm using to ladle water out of the sink to get to the point I can unstop the mess. A grey-white cat comes into the bathroom looking for water and asks me if I could give him a clean bowl of water (yes he spoke and for some damn reason I didn't blink an eyelash!). The cat's name was Nicodemus and wasn't a pet but was familiar enough that I thought of it as familiar enough to pet it (after drying my hands). And the two of us talked about the dog that had followed me of all things.. which even in the dream confused me.
Then I woke up... and now I've shared. ... um.. yay me?