A Day of Rest [or To Sleep, Perchance To Dream]
I think I'm going to be a very useless person today.
I've beaten myself up over the last week, so now I feel wrung out and half brain-dead. I think I strained an elbow yesterday during break-down. Sleep is a wonderful thing, but not as ultimately restorative as I was hoping. My dreams, though...
Vivid, vivid dreaming.
I dreamt I was lost in a city somewhere. It was my city, though. Shades of Bellingham. I was trying to get back home, but leading a ragtag bunch of people who were harder to herd than cats. I often dream about this pseudo-Bellingham, but I rarely have had need to escape it. My brother was there with me. But he was like himself and he was like someone else entirely. We could pop out of existence here and go somewhere else. Not home, I suppose, but outside of our world I think. This made our power useless to our quest. I remember trying to be casual as we stole food from stores, and eventually stole a car. When we ditched the car, we began walking.
For some reason (a dream reason, of course), two of us wanted to find a storefront where local parties used to happen at night. I kept telling everyone that it had moved, that we were going the complete wrong direction, and that I knew where to go. Instead, no one listened to me and we ended up at the old location of the store. Everyone decided to break into the building, but it turned out that it was unlocked. Not only that, but people were working in there.
It was a pleasant, soothing place. A calming woman shushed us, and showed us what they did there. They were some sort of empathy counselors. The scene in the room next to us was a sex-positive workshop. There were other rooms where people were just talking or sitting quietly. Some of my group decided about then to leave, to go find the other store. I let them go. My brother almost told someone about our power of teleportation, but I begged him not to - citing that we'd been told to be wary of others. Then, the calming woman took me aside and coaxed my entire story out of me, with overwhelming kindness. Then she showed me that I'd come from this place we were in, years before, and that a man there had once given me a bouquet of flowers that I'd left behind. She brought me into a room, sat me in a flowered armchair, and then a man came in with a bouquet of dried roses. He shyly handed them to me, and I realized that he'd kept them for me this entire time, throughout all of my travels. I clutched my bouquet of pink, yellow, and blue roses tightly in my hands, then...
I woke up.
Now I'm going to nibble on leftover Chinese food, and watch A Very Long Engagement and Cemetery Man. Maybe I'll lie in the sun for a bit, as well.
I've beaten myself up over the last week, so now I feel wrung out and half brain-dead. I think I strained an elbow yesterday during break-down. Sleep is a wonderful thing, but not as ultimately restorative as I was hoping. My dreams, though...
Vivid, vivid dreaming.
I dreamt I was lost in a city somewhere. It was my city, though. Shades of Bellingham. I was trying to get back home, but leading a ragtag bunch of people who were harder to herd than cats. I often dream about this pseudo-Bellingham, but I rarely have had need to escape it. My brother was there with me. But he was like himself and he was like someone else entirely. We could pop out of existence here and go somewhere else. Not home, I suppose, but outside of our world I think. This made our power useless to our quest. I remember trying to be casual as we stole food from stores, and eventually stole a car. When we ditched the car, we began walking.
For some reason (a dream reason, of course), two of us wanted to find a storefront where local parties used to happen at night. I kept telling everyone that it had moved, that we were going the complete wrong direction, and that I knew where to go. Instead, no one listened to me and we ended up at the old location of the store. Everyone decided to break into the building, but it turned out that it was unlocked. Not only that, but people were working in there.
It was a pleasant, soothing place. A calming woman shushed us, and showed us what they did there. They were some sort of empathy counselors. The scene in the room next to us was a sex-positive workshop. There were other rooms where people were just talking or sitting quietly. Some of my group decided about then to leave, to go find the other store. I let them go. My brother almost told someone about our power of teleportation, but I begged him not to - citing that we'd been told to be wary of others. Then, the calming woman took me aside and coaxed my entire story out of me, with overwhelming kindness. Then she showed me that I'd come from this place we were in, years before, and that a man there had once given me a bouquet of flowers that I'd left behind. She brought me into a room, sat me in a flowered armchair, and then a man came in with a bouquet of dried roses. He shyly handed them to me, and I realized that he'd kept them for me this entire time, throughout all of my travels. I clutched my bouquet of pink, yellow, and blue roses tightly in my hands, then...
I woke up.
Now I'm going to nibble on leftover Chinese food, and watch A Very Long Engagement and Cemetery Man. Maybe I'll lie in the sun for a bit, as well.