I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you.*
I herein relate three early-morning dreams that are related to each other and events of recent times.
some of the details are a bit sketchy and aren't really relevant anyway.
Dream 1: I am at college or camp and it's ending and I have to pack up to leave. There is some confusion about the time - I'm 12 hours early with some things because I had been up all night with an acting thing. I get my car packed and I'm trying to say good bye to people and make arrangements to meet up with them over the summer, but they are busy with their own things or I can't find them. There is some driving stuff and toll stuff that I don't really remember anymore.
Dream 2 (or D1 continuation): I am at home, with R and some friends - we have come home from an SF convention and are watching laser disks of some SF TV show from our childhoods that we have just acquired at the convention. We finish the disk we are currently watching and want to watch the next disk in sequence - it's the special features disk for that season, and it's broken. A thin slice of disk has broken off in the packaging (clear record sleeves - these are big, 12-inch disks, size of vinyl records, but clear/shiny like CDs.) We start going through the collection, which was in perfect condition when we packed it to come home, but now, about 1/3 of the disks are shattered and unusable. They are in 2 to 8 pieces.) A long discussion about what to do/watch next ensued, with some guests wanting to watch Star Wars (again!) and I thought that if we're going to watch Star Wars, I'd rather ask these people to go home and let me get some sleep! I suggested some other activity, and people agreed to it, but R and I needed to unload the car from the convention trip. Which brings us segueing into
Dream 3: I go out to my car (which has become a convertable all of a sudden). There are 2 big boxes on the top (they look like my old record collection), and a lot of things inside. It's been snowing, and the snow has insinuated itself inside the car, somehow, so all the stuff in the car has some snow on it. The care is rather full of stuff, but my spouse R and I can make short work of this chore - it's something we've done a lot and it's not a problem. I go to the front door, carrying some things, and ring the bell (because I don't have a hand to open the door with). R comes to the door and we notice the knocker has fallen off. We stop the previous task to take care of this (just takes a second), and R is coming out to help me unload the car, but when we get there, we notice our kitchen table, chairs and a lot of our fancy tchatchkis are out on tables on the sidewalk and driveway in front of our house. My girlfriend C's daughter is sitting at the kitchen table and I ask her what's going on - she said this is all her mother's idea and rolls her eyes. I go over to a table that's holding 4 or 5 pieces of precious family heirlooms, and as I pick each one up to return it to the house (there is a snowstorm on the way!), they fall apart. I see C walking out of the house with 2 men (they may be A and S from the coven - C is also from the coven) and each of them is holding another statue of mine from my house. I go over to where they are, and C is directing them, and I'm calling her name to get her attention and tell her to stop because she's turning something easy into a whole lot of work, but I have no voice. She doesn't hear me and continues on. I can't move fast enough to get into her line of sight, either.
The meaning of these are pretty clear to me considering the events of yesterday (which none of you know unless you're in my coven). But I'm not ready to share that here at the moment, as I'm busy dealing with the disintegrating statues...
Oh and I'm totally exhausted from Opera rehersal and wearing a wig, a costume/corset that's *just* a tiny bit too tight, and *just* long enough to be difficult to get around in, and clip-on earrings. (and we have another one tonight, and then 4 performances over the weekend. I am just too busy to deal with coven matters this week dammit!)
*for those that don't know, that's the traditional way to end an Islamic marriage. But it must be spoken by the husband
some of the details are a bit sketchy and aren't really relevant anyway.
Dream 1: I am at college or camp and it's ending and I have to pack up to leave. There is some confusion about the time - I'm 12 hours early with some things because I had been up all night with an acting thing. I get my car packed and I'm trying to say good bye to people and make arrangements to meet up with them over the summer, but they are busy with their own things or I can't find them. There is some driving stuff and toll stuff that I don't really remember anymore.
Dream 2 (or D1 continuation): I am at home, with R and some friends - we have come home from an SF convention and are watching laser disks of some SF TV show from our childhoods that we have just acquired at the convention. We finish the disk we are currently watching and want to watch the next disk in sequence - it's the special features disk for that season, and it's broken. A thin slice of disk has broken off in the packaging (clear record sleeves - these are big, 12-inch disks, size of vinyl records, but clear/shiny like CDs.) We start going through the collection, which was in perfect condition when we packed it to come home, but now, about 1/3 of the disks are shattered and unusable. They are in 2 to 8 pieces.) A long discussion about what to do/watch next ensued, with some guests wanting to watch Star Wars (again!) and I thought that if we're going to watch Star Wars, I'd rather ask these people to go home and let me get some sleep! I suggested some other activity, and people agreed to it, but R and I needed to unload the car from the convention trip. Which brings us segueing into
Dream 3: I go out to my car (which has become a convertable all of a sudden). There are 2 big boxes on the top (they look like my old record collection), and a lot of things inside. It's been snowing, and the snow has insinuated itself inside the car, somehow, so all the stuff in the car has some snow on it. The care is rather full of stuff, but my spouse R and I can make short work of this chore - it's something we've done a lot and it's not a problem. I go to the front door, carrying some things, and ring the bell (because I don't have a hand to open the door with). R comes to the door and we notice the knocker has fallen off. We stop the previous task to take care of this (just takes a second), and R is coming out to help me unload the car, but when we get there, we notice our kitchen table, chairs and a lot of our fancy tchatchkis are out on tables on the sidewalk and driveway in front of our house. My girlfriend C's daughter is sitting at the kitchen table and I ask her what's going on - she said this is all her mother's idea and rolls her eyes. I go over to a table that's holding 4 or 5 pieces of precious family heirlooms, and as I pick each one up to return it to the house (there is a snowstorm on the way!), they fall apart. I see C walking out of the house with 2 men (they may be A and S from the coven - C is also from the coven) and each of them is holding another statue of mine from my house. I go over to where they are, and C is directing them, and I'm calling her name to get her attention and tell her to stop because she's turning something easy into a whole lot of work, but I have no voice. She doesn't hear me and continues on. I can't move fast enough to get into her line of sight, either.
The meaning of these are pretty clear to me considering the events of yesterday (which none of you know unless you're in my coven). But I'm not ready to share that here at the moment, as I'm busy dealing with the disintegrating statues...
Oh and I'm totally exhausted from Opera rehersal and wearing a wig, a costume/corset that's *just* a tiny bit too tight, and *just* long enough to be difficult to get around in, and clip-on earrings. (and we have another one tonight, and then 4 performances over the weekend. I am just too busy to deal with coven matters this week dammit!)
*for those that don't know, that's the traditional way to end an Islamic marriage. But it must be spoken by the husband