short and scary dream and then more…

i can’t remember where i was or what i was doing or why i was there. i needed to go home so i hopped on a bike and started peddling. i was on a country road and the day was leaving fast. i had just barely started out when i saw a lion on the side of the road. she was lying down, resting. i pointed the bike to the other side of the road to give her wide berth and hopefully avoid disturbing her. i passed her and briefly thought i was safe when i saw/heard/felt her running after me. i tried to peddle as fast as i could but she was right there, mouth open going for my butt. i felt her mouth on my butt, her teeth just grazing me. twice i felt her mouth on me.
terrified, i woke up.

feeling as if i were drugged, i fell back to sleep. another dream, very vivid, but convoluted in the way dreams usually are, full of disjointed details and people i don’t know and shades of people just watching the dream. there was a frustrating attempt to take a bath, but i’d forgotten to get the hair out of the drain and when i did go to pull it out, it became a huge knotted mess, with all sorts of other things–insects, dirt, wood chips. i got out of the tub, trying to avoid letting any of this stuff touch me. i cleaned the tub and then decided to take a shower instead but the showerhead was in pieces. someone had broken it and not bothered to fix it or tell me. another incredibly detailed and frustrating episode, with angry words for both brni and jesse, but eventually i got it fixed.
things fade out…

i’m shopping for a bra. why i would want to wear a bra is beyond me, since i don’t believe in those horrid contraptions, but there i was, in K-Mart, trying to find a bra. i found a plain white one that actually fit so i bought it. i decided to go buy another one the next day, but i couldn’t find it. the whole underwear section was in a total disarray…everything was thrown in bins on shelves with no sense of order. there were a lot of socks. i complained bitterly, but it was useless.
things fade out…

i’m outside, trying to do something but i have no idea what it is. there’s a bunch of people milling around. people i don’t know but who apparently know me and each other. it’s like a giant company picnic, or outdoor concert–really hard to figure what was going on. there is a black man getting beer out of a refrigerator/cooler type contraption. it was simultaneously free-standing and inside a large van or truck. the law that a thing can’t be in two places at once doesn’t apply in this dream. anyway, he’s getting out 3 beers for himself. i said i wanted one. some guy behind me grabbed it, so i asked for another. the large black man had taken a swig out of the one i wanted, and said he’d get me a fresh one. i said this one was fine. he said, but you don’t want to catch my germs. then his eyes filled with tears and the whites of his eyes turned cobalt blue. a woman was standing very close — her face, his face and my face were all close, within the same space — intimate. she asked, “have you told them how emotional he is lately?” i said no. i cupped his face with my hands and his tears fell and i told him everything will be fine. we were going to get him help.
things fade out…

loki jumps off the bed and asks to go outside. a new day, but i’m still touched by dreamtime. i think i’ll make some soup today. after my too active and disquieting dreams, i need a bit of warm comfort.

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