Alli (neugotik) wrote,

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So.. my memorable dreams of the last week...

∞Last night I dreamt that a man, somewhat of a meld between "Locke" from LOST and Gandhi, started a cult, and it was having a sudo-convention in the same hotel as me - I was not sure if I agreed with them or not, it had messages of peace and forgiveness, compassion.. but also nearly undressed people in the middle of winter in the mountains running around to hot baths and with a fanatical glow about them that made me distrust the whole thing.

Why was I there? Racing in the Slalom... it was intense... through this gorge down through gorgeous mountains and full of step turns and tight turns.. and down through these edged valley to the finish... but on the race day the bottom of the course was flooded by an early river runoff/snowmelt from unseasonably warm weather, and the racers were forced to reroute around the river into an nearly unbearable flat, and slow turn to a most undramatic, but still very difficult, finish line.

I finished and took off my goggles.. to the site of old balding men in togas wandering amidst the typical ski-crowd & audience.. and women as well.. just milling around like it was spring out. That threw me off & I remember looking up for my scores & wondering if the slow melted area would slow my opponents as much as it had slowed me after such a good initially steep run, the huge momentum still was just sliced down by the re-route.

Then I awoke as I looked up into cloudy sunshine for the scoreboard.

∞The night before last was also a snow-filled & active, pleasant dream.. more pleasant in fact. I dreamt I was in a hilly part of Southern Oregon, and here the foothills were so close together that for a brief period of the winter when they got a good covering of snow, they formed a natural series of bowls, like a skatepark... and at this time a big annual snowboarding event was held.

This year I was competing in it; as was my big brother & my dad & some of my ol' Portland friends.. it was an event my little brother had participated in many times, and we were all out there in moral support and to have fun together.. and to embrace and support a great event.

So, here we were, doing half-pipe like tricks & jumps, it was timed as well, and it was just this great time - and it was so just outdoors - grass sticking out of the ledges and cliffs. Somehow I was reminded of the Oregon Sand Dunes - how they are so steep, and yet the beach grass clings to ledges and sets in- nothing can kill it. And we actually used to go & surf in the dunes - the hills are steep enough you can surf down many of them; and they just shift around: it seems as if nothing in the world can damage them.

So it was like my dream had morphed the surreal natural state of the dunes and the soothing, rolling comfort & beauty of the southern Oregon hills into this snowy foothills where a community gathered to board & commune. It was sweet, and the dream cheered me.

∞So, the night before that I had also had quite a memorable dream, but not quite as pleasant. I was working.

I was determined, and I was in a Buffy The Vampire Slayer world - I was out with a goal & the goal was to hunt down & kill 12 monsters. It was a potential BVS plotline - but the twist was, the monsters avoided humans, and didn't seek them out to hunt down, despite numerous open portals (an Arkham twist in the dream) - so I had to find them.

These monsters had specific reasons they avoided humans: 3 specific reasons, actually. I'm not sure how I knew them, but I did.

1) Humans are bony & stringy compared to other prey
2) Humans are troublesome to catch & if caught their 'clan' or 'group' or 'friends' may gather together to find you; and that's even more annoying, to have groups gathering to retaliate.
3) Humans can potentially kill you when you are hunting them, especially as they've amassed a great base of knowledge on how to make nearly anything into a weapon in a time of need - gate? No, pointy iron spear. Etc. Other animals and prey are much less likely to kill you when you are trying to simply find a meal.

Thus: They avoided us, and we had to go out of our way to hunt them down. Why? Well, all these portals were open to other worlds, and these 12 monsters had made a habit of crossing over & wrecking havoc; and I was the 'slayer' hired by the city to take care of these problems.

It had a gumshoe-detective overtone, and even the dream had a slight film-noir/BVS lighting cross-over to it; so it was definitely also influenced by the Arkham Horror Board game, as well.

It wasn't a pleasant dream, and I awoke feeling that somehow I had a distasteful job - and realized it was just a dream that I was a sexy but deadly monster slayer. Still felt perhaps my stress was leaking over into the dreamworld - but not as bad as the previous week.

∞Last week I had so many stressful dreams, but they were not usually memorable.

One very memorable:

I was down on my knees in the dining room, under the dining room table.. with a giant fluffy beach towel trying to soak up a whole lot of water that had spilled on the floor -and although my towel was very absorbent & was soaking up a ton, I looked up & pools of water were spreading & splashing up against the corners of the room... and it was a hardwood floor - and I was so worried about soaking it up quickly so it wouldn't damage the hardwood floors, or the hardwood finish, if possible - but the dining table was getting in my way & slowing me down, and additionally it seemed as if it was like a tub had overflowed in the dining room .. there was so much water on the floor -

It was slooshing up against the corners of the room ... two corners already.. and although it wasn't still spilling - I just couldn't figure out what had spilled - maybe a whole pot of water on the counter? No, it was much more then that. Had the sink overflowed? .. no, simply no water was still spilling, so I kept pushing the towel out as it soaked up more, knowing in a second I would have to run for more towels, but still trying desperately to edge off the spill and form a damn against it to prevent the main damage - hopeful I could, but feeling like I was over my head. I was so overwhelmed, and it was like the flood of nowhere from nowhere, and now: my problem, and an huge task to be handled quickly before it was out of hand.. and I realized it seemed as if I slowed, the water increased, and if I hurried I almost was getting ahead of it, had the dishwasher leaked, or overflowed? Or was it another appliance? I would have to figure it out after getting the floor mostly dry... - although, nothing was spilling, it was simply sloshing around back & forth on the floor - like a one-room flood - and worse, the floor seemed tilted so it was all up against the Western wall of the room, certain to ruin the walls faster and it was totally possible that it was more then our whole supply of towels could absorb. Would I use up the entire cupboard of towels & have to run to the neighbors to borrow some?

I had used maybe 4 or 5 towels when I awoke, feeling overwhelmed.

I awoke stressed out & scared, even though it was such a brief moment of a dream.

And now, for a musical interlude:
Or, at least, lyrics

"Going the Distance" - Cake.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.

They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.

As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.


No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse!

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...

"Perfect Situation" - Weezer

What's the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation
I led love down the drain

There's the pitch, slow and straight
All I have to do is swing and I'm a hero
But I'm a zero

Hungry nights once again
Now it's getting unbelievable
Cause I could not have it better
But I just can't get no play

From the girls all around
As they search the night
For someone to hold on to
And just pass through


Get your hands off the girl
Can't you see that she belongs to me?
And I don't appreciate this
Excess company

Though I can't satisfy
All the needs she has
And so she starts to wander
Can you blame her?


Tell me there's a logic out there
Leading me to better prepare
For the day that something really special might come

Tell me there's some hope for me
I don't want to be lonely
For the rest of my days on the earth




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