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no thank you, i’ll have my tea without krumpets

I hereby declare a war on toxins. I do believe that the combination of skin-so-soft to repel mosquitoes during my meteor-hunt last night and Brni’s vodka made from rye caused damage on several levels. My liver aches and my throat is sore and the dreams I had last night have hurt my psyche.
the dreams


captive

when brni goes on the road, i have a little ritual. i bolt all the doors, keep my car keys and my black jack by my pillow and i keep the bedroom door open halfway so that i can hear what happens and see shadows pass by–just in case.
and then i usually have a whopper of a nightmare.
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blunt instruments

last night’s dream was a bit disturbing. we were under siege of some sort…the people in my house. my sister was there, some other people, brni, etc. we got word that someone was planning on attacking us–an ambush of some sort. we were going upstairs. they were attic stairs with a door at both ends. lori was climbing the stairs ahead of me. i turned to see if brni was behind me but instead a man stood, glaring, smiling a seriously demented smile. i saw his face quite clearly…it didn’t look like a “dream” face at all…looked quite real. he had something in his hand…an implement of some sort–looked like a horse grooming tool, but with jagged metal teeth. the words i heard over and over were, “blunt force trauma.”

i think i’m going to be extra careful for awhile, and pay particular attention to men’s faces.


a ringing in my ear

this morning i was awakened by a bell. it rang just inside my right ear. just one ring of an small, old, brass bell in my ear.

loki started wagging her tail under the covers by my feet. her usual sleeping place. now THAT got my attention. loki heard it too.

no one was there ringing bells that i could see. but i guess it was time to get up anyway.

i think the cloth that divides daytime from dreamtime is a bit frayed about the edges. i think it has to do with reiki and drums and quakers and the spirits of weeds.

i think this is good.


pass the pillow

last night i had a dream that i had taken dad to his doctor appointment and as we were leaving the examining room, i proceeded to the doctor’s consulting office to speak with him, but there was a different doctor occupying his office and he was stuck in the first office which was much smaller. i asked the nurse why the change, and she said that this new, evil doctor came into the practice and just moved all Boschetti’s stuff out and took over the bigger office.

so today i took dad to his doctor appointment and as we were going back to the examining room, his doctor was sitting in the smaller office. it was exactly the same as in my dream, although the reason for the switch was not nearly so sinister.

this is the second psychic dream i’ve had since using this particular dream pillow mixture. so, for everyone i gave a dream pillow to for xmas — PAY ATTENTION!


i think i’d rather stay awake

dreamt that i was sitting with luisa. we were supposedly in the library, but you wouldn’t recognize it as a library. it was chaoltic and there were shopping carts, trash, toys, people lying around. joe came in with lots of papers and sat down. luisa walked off and i said to joe that i wanted to be brutally honest about his plan for the planetary scanner. i told him none of his options were viable and gave him my opinion on what he should do. when he answered me he was very serious and his voice was about an octave lower than usual. i thought to myself that he was doing that on purpose to show how mature and serious he is. it was a farce.

another dream…earlier. i went to the new karate school to see master chang. jess was there and i think brni was too. the kids class was just over and the adult class was starting. i didn’t know who was teaching. he was showing people different sorts of traditional weapons. master chang came into the weight room and started working out. he had hair cut in a very young stylish manner. it was weird. i tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention and he turned. i said hi. he turned and looked at me and said, ah, linda. hello. then he turned away from me. no smile. no how are you. nothing. he was angry with me and disappointed. i was very sad and wanted so much to talk to him to explain why i had to stop coming to class and also to see if he could help me get over my back problems so that i could come back. he moved over to a different weight machine and i approached him again. this time i complimented his hair and he smiled and sort of morphed into a shallow silly man talking about ridiculous things. again, i was unable to tell him why i was there and the way he was acting, i didn’t think he would be able to help.

i left and went upstairs to see the new section of the school. the empty hallway was freshly painted a rather strange yellow with burnt sienna trim. i walked into the back room and there were lots of women there playing with all these strange gadgets. there were floating lamps and all manner of strange electronic stuff. it was something out of the discovery store meets soft porn by disney. the guy who just moved in (apparently, this part of the building became an apartment) came in and sat down to eat. i held one of the toys and asked what it was and asked why he had so many cool and wonderful things. he said they were great chick magnets. so, i left, looked in the other rooms…they were all full of tastefully arranged techno wonders. i went back into the stark hallway and down the stairs to the dojo, which felt more like a huge warehouse a la ikea. i left, feeling rather depressed. jesse left with me, but he was very happy and talkative.

don’t remember much more, except somewhere in one of these dreams i was looking at an ultrasound of a baby. but the ultrasound was animated and showed the baby swiming in a tube-like bottle. i don’t know if it was mine or someone elses. my mom was there and she was very happy about it. there was also a man demonstrating some new agey-wavy magical toys or instruments that showed the relation of the new baby to the electro magnetic field surrounding the earth and how when the earth passes through to the center of this field the baby flips over. none of it made any sense and the strange gauges and ultrasound cartoon kept moving around wildly.

i’m not feeling at all rested.


iguanas and parrots don’t mix

okay…I did not like this dream.
Spike, our iguana, was climbing into Milo’s (the parrot) cage. Spike was very little (he’s really about 3 1/2 feet long), so he squeezed through the bars and was hanging onto a piece of food or toy (couldn’t tell) that was suspended in the cage. Milo did not like this at all and went after him. I saw what was happening and yelled for Brni while also yelling at Milo and dashing for the cage to save Spike.
of course dreamtime makes moving quickly or effectively rather impossible.
Milo grabbed Spike by the neck. I screamed for Brni and somehow grabbed the two of them. I couldn’t figure out how to get Milo to let go…I thought of pressing in on the sides of his beak or pressing down on his eyes, but before I could do anything, Spike stopped moving and Milo dropped him.
I picked him up and ran into another room (don’t know why) calling for Brni to come help.
Spike was not moving and his eyes were unfocused. I tried to revive him by tapping on his chest, but he just sort of opened his mouth slightly — I remember very distinctly focusing on his mouth for some reason — then he sort of jerked slightly. I was sure he was dead, but then not sure.
i can’t even dream without doubting myself!
Brni, throughout all this was there, but sort of in the shadows and though he followed me in the other room, he never really participated, but rather stayed behind me looking over my shoulder. I had the feeling that everything was going to fast for him to respond.

This is one of those weirdly vivid dreams that don’t fade after waking.
Dunno what it means (if anything) but I did not like it.


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