a volcano - I was on an island that was about to blow up - Montserrat or Krakatoa - and I had no way off the island - I got in the ocean and began to swim away - didn't know if I could swim fast enough - the water got very hot around me.

previously: an earthquake that made coffee grounds fall out of all the light fixtures

previously previously: my mother-in-law trying to get me to eat French toast, even though I can't eat wheat.

oo-er

dreamed about my friend's next-door-neighbor's cat (met the cat briefly yesterday, staying with friend last night) - in the dream it came into the kitchen and started spraying.

I grabbed the cat and put it in the sink, started scrubbing it - and was amazed that I didn't get badly scratched. the cat just kind of submitted to being washed.

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so this morning after waking found out that said cat is indeed a sprayer - had a brief panic when it wandered into the kitchen uninvited, but it left of its own accord with no incident :rolleyes:

Cat had the same dream apparently :)

Jared

a rubble of bones!

I had a dream that the basement flooded.

I woke up this morning and the basement was flooded.

of course it had shown signs of flooding yesterday, so there's no real mystery there :rolleyes:

Sorry to hear that. I had flooding three times for real within 1 and half years. 5-6 feet deep each. I love firemen with their big pumps. xxoo

Oh how I wish I hadn't read that last post before I went to bed. Firemen with their big pumps, indeed.

i had a horrid panic dream this morning:

i am in bed, the alarm clock goes off-- 06:30-- i hit snooze-- i look again-- 11:00 am! i'm late for physical therapy! i'm late for work! taken over by panic i hear music, i open my bedroom window, stick my head outside and find a dixie band playing in the square. i shout: "fwk off with your trumpets at this time of the day" and get commented on the fact that it's 11 am and i should not be whining on a weekday. i think of several lies to tell about why i am late again.


then i woke up from my alarm clock. terrified. it seemed so real!

I'm at a formal-ish thingie that I actually do have to go to next week. Everyone important to me is there and I feel like I have enough help, which will sadly not be the case at the real deal. I'm wearing a black wrap shirt and a white sash.
For some reason , despite its being June, it's snowing enthusiastically.

Inside.

And none of us know what to do with the monkey in the main hall, so we give up and just let him hang out.

That was the one realistic part.
Hahahaha.

I'm sitting on this brown velvetty blanket sort of thing, with the front edge of it pulled up over my feet and knees, and I'm holding onto it like it was the front edge of a sleigh, and as I lean forward or back, it glides across the floor, and no one seems to be able to see me. I float into a bar just as a bar fight erupts, and I discover that being just at crotch height with a good set of teeth is a formidable advantage.

^That's fascinating. So much in such a short dream. Freud would have a field day. :D
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I am sitting at a cafe table in some kind of waystation. A luminous young man approaches, smiling joyously, and sits down. I've never seen him before, but I know immediately that he is my friend's brother, lost over 40 years ago. He never speaks, but when I look into his eyes, I understand what he means to communicate.

He is happy I can see him, and wants me to give his brother these messages.

He holds his face, meaning he looks more like their other brother than my friend, or rather he would have if not for congenital deformations in life. Better looking than my friend, he wants me to tease. It's true.

In my head he shows me a big green lizard with its mouth agape, and he laughs, knowing that I won't understand but that this reference will let his brother know it was really him.

I meet his eyes again and see that my friend thinks himself a poor brother. This is not true, my tablemate assures me; it was natural for my friend to feel resentment sometimes, about the additional burdens he had to shoulder early, about the loss of attention for himself. No shame there. Even this he finds sweetly amusing.

He mimes that he can breathe easily now, and then he hops up and down in a jaunty little dance that I can somehow feel in my own body.
It's all good, it's all joy, tell him he was the best of all brothers, and I will watch over the boy.

It will be a long time, but everything will be okay.

And then I woke up. And I just can't see how I could ever tell this dream to my friend -- too personal, things he would not want me to know, and it's gotta be all bunk, right?...
but it's nagging at me so that I don't want to go to sleep now.

i'm on the balcony of a big grey stone house with dark wooden beams. there are pine trees in front of it. it's dark, i'm sleeping under a mosquito net. 2 girls climb on my balcony, i seem to be friends with them. we throw a party inside the house. it's dark and the air is humid. we all dance. i dance with a girl, silly ballroom style. suddenly she squeezes my hand so hard that i scream out in pain. she throws me on the floor, pushing my knees together, still squeezing my hand. i scream.

i wake up from my own screaming. i see my room, the light from the hallway is coming in. suddenly the light starts to flicker. a ghost flies through the door, it's a woman with short blonde hair. she looks evil. i can't move. the hallway light keeps flickering on and off, on and off. i think. fwk, first a nightmare and now a ghost! i scream and try to run out of my bed but i can't move. i try to turn the light on but i can't move. i scream, i'm terrified.


i wake up, for real this time.. turns out i'm sitting on my knees in bed, squeezing my own hand. the neighbor's dog is yapping so i assume i've been shouting for real. i hate these night terror episodes, especially those where i think i just woke up and turn out to be still dreaming. urgh.

In my dream I'm at a party with all the writers I know, and we are all dogs, though of course we seem, in that dreamlike way, to be both ourselves and simultaneously dogs. I smile and say hello as I enter the room, and everyone close shies away from me as if I'd snarled at them. Everyone I approach cringes back as I try to say a friendly hello. My smile seems to provoke a tail between the legs reaction from everyone. I walk around the room, trying to find someone to talk to, and everyone backs away, even the ones sort of snarling doing it from a clearly submissive posture. No one will talk to me. Finally I leave, and as I do, I hear the music start back up, and a relieved carefree laughter, as I walk to my car in the dark. It starts to rain.

I'm a queen? Apparently. Welcome Queen Alice with Ninety times Nine?

I'm wearing a long formal red dress and a red robe and red flip-flops, and I've been walking with my mother and a few friends along roads I don't know. We've come to an old schoolhouse somewhere in southern Idaho. There are hot-springs in the area, and there's a small one right in the back of the schoolyard. It's silted in, though, and a lot of the pools are filled with dead leaves.

Mum and I walk through the yard - it's squelchy, and little wisps of steam are curling up from the ground. I lose my flip-flop halfway, and have to go back for it. As I walk across the ground it gives way beneath me, pitching me into the middle of a huge sinkhole. I'm panicked for five seconds, afraid that I'll be boiled alive as some unfortunate drunken tourists occasionally are up at Yellowstone, but the water is merely warm and fairly murky.

I swim to the far end of the sinkhole, and find that there's a pool ladder set into the side of the hole. Apparently the hole silts up every winter and opens again every spring, and I was lucky enough to be walking across the top just as it went. I actually find that I want to swim in it more, but I'll have to wait until all the crud clears from the water.