Again with the dreams
Jul. 17th, 2007 07:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
voxwomanvery vivid dreams this morning. One of which I really didn't want to wake from as it was just getting to the good part.
there were aliens, I remember that much. They communicate by stimulating certain sensory processing areas in our brains, basically making us hallucinate (which is terribly inconvenient for us, I suppose). We had just established this to our own satisfaction when one of the aliens decided to shift sensory modes - until now they had been hitting us with visual stuff. The alien communicating with me decided to shift to auditory; or to add auditory hallucinations to the visual ones. She also gave me a "gift" which was to live my most precious desire.
Immediately the surroundings and my companions changed and we were at a rock venue and I was headed to the "green room" to get ready for the Concert of Our Lives. Up some winding stairs and through old theater backstage corridors with bright overhead bulb lighting and many people, costumes and bustle. Through some double doors that I was expecting to open onto our dressing room, but instead opened onto a school gymnasium (old-style with wood paneling and the ubiquitous wooden basketball court floors), filled with people who I wanted to see me kick ass on stage. My aunt, my cousins, other family members, and I thought of my mom, and I think I was going to be able to manifest her appearance at the concert, too. I was deciding about my makeup on the way through the throng, I wanted it to be "theatrical but not like Kiss". and was figuring out how I was going to accomplish that.
Something about walking past another stage, and the person up there with the microphone leaned over to me and hissed "They aren't expecting a cover band, so you'd better expect to play"
this was the point where the alarm went off and I started losing track of that dream. Damn!
The next dream during my 1 hour between alarms sleep was we had bought 2 puppies and my daughter and I went to walk them at 5AM before the sun came up, and I was walking this cute beagle type dog and I was stark naked. We get about half a block (and all of a sudden we're in our old neighborhood) and there are other people out with their dogs and we stop to chat with a group of about a dozen gay guys who also live around here and one of them is naked, but by then I have a large towel that I'm wrapped in. Then the other alarm went off.
there were aliens, I remember that much. They communicate by stimulating certain sensory processing areas in our brains, basically making us hallucinate (which is terribly inconvenient for us, I suppose). We had just established this to our own satisfaction when one of the aliens decided to shift sensory modes - until now they had been hitting us with visual stuff. The alien communicating with me decided to shift to auditory; or to add auditory hallucinations to the visual ones. She also gave me a "gift" which was to live my most precious desire.
Immediately the surroundings and my companions changed and we were at a rock venue and I was headed to the "green room" to get ready for the Concert of Our Lives. Up some winding stairs and through old theater backstage corridors with bright overhead bulb lighting and many people, costumes and bustle. Through some double doors that I was expecting to open onto our dressing room, but instead opened onto a school gymnasium (old-style with wood paneling and the ubiquitous wooden basketball court floors), filled with people who I wanted to see me kick ass on stage. My aunt, my cousins, other family members, and I thought of my mom, and I think I was going to be able to manifest her appearance at the concert, too. I was deciding about my makeup on the way through the throng, I wanted it to be "theatrical but not like Kiss". and was figuring out how I was going to accomplish that.
Something about walking past another stage, and the person up there with the microphone leaned over to me and hissed "They aren't expecting a cover band, so you'd better expect to play"
this was the point where the alarm went off and I started losing track of that dream. Damn!
The next dream during my 1 hour between alarms sleep was we had bought 2 puppies and my daughter and I went to walk them at 5AM before the sun came up, and I was walking this cute beagle type dog and I was stark naked. We get about half a block (and all of a sudden we're in our old neighborhood) and there are other people out with their dogs and we stop to chat with a group of about a dozen gay guys who also live around here and one of them is naked, but by then I have a large towel that I'm wrapped in. Then the other alarm went off.
