Weird Dreams
Nov. 26th, 2006 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rissymonsterI don't often remember my dreams, but last night I dreamt that I:
* exchanged cell phones with some lady because hers wasn't working
* then attended some performance at an amphitheater-type location
* then was walking along, with some lady pointing out to her ~3 year old, trying to dash off into traffic daughter that she should follow my lead in responsible street-crossing/jaywalking. I then became even more careful to look both ways at intersections.
* greeted bobsquatch met along the way warmly, but decided I'd catch up with him later, since he was holding a mushed pigeon in his hand, looking for the garbage guys to come along.
* then I was driving along up a hill and noticed this guy about to walk up a driveway, obviously in tremendous pain. I stopped to offer assistance (aspirin, ambulance?), which firmly rejected. As I drove off, I suddenly knew that the guy was a cannibal, and that I had narrowly escaped an attempt to practice on me.
* then I wind up at some sort of reception in an outside courtyard of an (art?) museum, and am generally mingling with folks. Cannibal Guy is back and much more jovial, and offers me a position at the university. I accept, but note that I some conditions: I'll need an apartment, and there's to be no cannibalism of me. Caught, he's slightly chastened, and we share a good laugh as he starts to tell me about the moderate income housing opportunities on campus.
* a new guy, pasty professor, overhears us, and pulls me over for a discussion on affordable housing development. Sounds like he's tired of university life, and wants to be a developer. But he's been to one of those "free government money" seminars that's just rife with mischaracterizations of how government_lending_ typically works, so I start talking to him about that...
* When the fighter planes suddenly appear overhead. A moment of confusion: Ours? Airshow? Before they start strafing the crowd. The screaming begins, and those of us not hit rush inside, to a window filled lobby, and I'm simultaneously wondering how to get into some rooms without windows and whether to leave my cell phone on in case Bobsquatch calls, or turn it off to save batteries until the attack is over, when...
Then I wake up, feeling disconcerted and disturbed as all get out, and demand snugglies and hugglies from the Bobsquatch. And slept without memorable dreams until 12:30, when his mom called. Normally I have substantial editing power over my dreams, but the fighter plane strafing was a bit too much to brush off unconsciously. Yowza.
* exchanged cell phones with some lady because hers wasn't working
* then attended some performance at an amphitheater-type location
* then was walking along, with some lady pointing out to her ~3 year old, trying to dash off into traffic daughter that she should follow my lead in responsible street-crossing/jaywalking. I then became even more careful to look both ways at intersections.
* greeted bobsquatch met along the way warmly, but decided I'd catch up with him later, since he was holding a mushed pigeon in his hand, looking for the garbage guys to come along.
* then I was driving along up a hill and noticed this guy about to walk up a driveway, obviously in tremendous pain. I stopped to offer assistance (aspirin, ambulance?), which firmly rejected. As I drove off, I suddenly knew that the guy was a cannibal, and that I had narrowly escaped an attempt to practice on me.
* then I wind up at some sort of reception in an outside courtyard of an (art?) museum, and am generally mingling with folks. Cannibal Guy is back and much more jovial, and offers me a position at the university. I accept, but note that I some conditions: I'll need an apartment, and there's to be no cannibalism of me. Caught, he's slightly chastened, and we share a good laugh as he starts to tell me about the moderate income housing opportunities on campus.
* a new guy, pasty professor, overhears us, and pulls me over for a discussion on affordable housing development. Sounds like he's tired of university life, and wants to be a developer. But he's been to one of those "free government money" seminars that's just rife with mischaracterizations of how government_lending_ typically works, so I start talking to him about that...
* When the fighter planes suddenly appear overhead. A moment of confusion: Ours? Airshow? Before they start strafing the crowd. The screaming begins, and those of us not hit rush inside, to a window filled lobby, and I'm simultaneously wondering how to get into some rooms without windows and whether to leave my cell phone on in case Bobsquatch calls, or turn it off to save batteries until the attack is over, when...
Then I wake up, feeling disconcerted and disturbed as all get out, and demand snugglies and hugglies from the Bobsquatch. And slept without memorable dreams until 12:30, when his mom called. Normally I have substantial editing power over my dreams, but the fighter plane strafing was a bit too much to brush off unconsciously. Yowza.
