Dream within a dream

Dream: I was driving with my sister Jay May in the car and we were supposed to be meeting Ravin and/or The Pantsless One. We were coming from the North Shore (even though Jay May doesn’t really live there) and we’d already passed through Boston without Ravin or TPO contacting us to say where to meet. Finally I got fed up and decided to turn around and go into the city so Jay May and I could at least be entertained until those two got it together. I switched lanes to take the exit.

Suddenly I was in a completely different dream. The people in this world tried very hard to convince me it was reality, and at times it felt like it. I don’t remember details but some scary stuff went down (as usual, freaks of some kind were hunting me). Some kind people took me in and tried to help me disguise myself by cutting my hair. The lady asked, “Do you mind if we just chop it all off?” And I was like, “NO. I don’t care. This isn’t real. I have to get out of here!” I tried to explain to her and the younger woman in the room that I wasn’t me, but just a residual self-image. The real me was driving a car and needed to be focusing on not getting killed. Unless I’d already been hit and was having a coma-dream.

After that I became consumed with the idea that I’d been in an accident and that my sister must be hurt or dead. I started screaming, “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” Usually this wakes me up, but it didn’t work, and I despaired. Some more stuff happened and then, rather suddenly, I found myself really awake, the haircut and the car ride remembered only as the dreams they were.

Sunshine and a bird groom

I woke up from a dream that it was glorious, glorious springtime. Everything was green and in bloom. The sky was brilliant blue and the sun streaked the mist with marvelous gold. It was so bright and beautiful and alive that I ached from the sight of it.

Soon I realized I was dreaming, that in fact there was a class-canceling blizzard raging outside in the real world, and this made me long to soak up the greens even more. But I could not consciously create anything as beautiful as what I’d experienced before. Once I knew it wasn’t real, the foliage faded in comparison to anything in the outside world.

A couple nights ago I had one of those dreams that are like watching a movie, which is really rare for me – usually I’m in the middle of the action. The cool thing was that I could access the minds of the characters I was watching, even though I wasn’t them. First I saw a young man on his honeymoon, waiting for his bride to come out of the bathroom. He was getting ready for something formal.

Then I was in the next room with a dark-haired lady in a black dress. She was watching the groom through a one-way mirror and suddenly stepped through the glass to speak with him. At the exact same moment, the bride emerged from the ladies’ room and her husband swept her into a passionate kiss. But he suddenly saw the dark-haired lady over his wife’s shoulder and pulled back.

He spoke to her in a low voice, secretive and threatening at the same time. “Amy, what are you doing here?”

“What?” asked the wife, not seeing anyone else in the room; but her husband did not notice.

“I saw a shadow last night,” Amy said mysteriously. The man understood this to mean that she’d had a vision. Suddenly he could see himself as Amy did: Black scales and feathers marred the backs of his hands and were even now spreading up his arms. He was infected with something he couldn’t stop, and Amy was there from another layer of reality where it would be possible for him to fight the transformation.

That was all I saw. I don’t know about you, but I think this would make a phenomenal movie, and I intend to write the screenplay.

Peace, love and waist-deep snow,
Miss Rex

At Mandarin Blue today:
59 Funny Things Til Spring – If the world had boobs
58 Funny Things Til Spring – An inconceivable computer game

Another one of those dreams where people are hunting me

I was living in a district that no one was allowed to leave, sneaking around at the edges to see what I could see. It was sunrise and I was at the edge of a cliff next to where the shelf turned 90º and a lofty outcropping projected into the broad, slow river below. There was a girl on the other side of the water. She called to me, saying that she wished I could see what she could see right now. The sun was behind her and I imagined my cliff face must be gilded with the light of golden hour.

I breached the chain-link fence and clambered down the cliff a little ways so that I was hanging from the lip by my fingertips. Then I inched out to meet this strange girl, who had by now crossed the river and climbed to the farthest point of the outcropping. By the time I reached her, the light had faded, but what pink hue remained was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It cast the odd spires of rock into stark, stunning contrast. They were like solid, square drip castles a mile high with bands of different kinds of rock running horizontally across their faces.

I was at the point of the outcropping and debated dropping into the water to swim away forever. Then this girl and I could join the wide, wide world and all its sunrise, drip-castle majesty. But I didn’t know how deep the water was, and I hesitated.

Suddenly the spire we clung to tore itself away from the rest of the cliff and began to bob away on the current. The river picked up around the bend and I thought we would be dashed to pieces. Soon, though, the spire ran aground in a cobblestoned city. We went into the first shop we could find to try and learn where we were. It was an ice cream shop selling nothing but mint chocolate chip, cookies and creme, and crazy vanilla. The girl at the counter was pleasant enough, and when the authorities came looking for us she hid us in the refrigerator.

But they took her to the next room for questioning, and we knew we had to get away. We crept past the interrogation room and out to the back yard.

I’m sure much more was slated to happen in this dream, but alas! my phone went off, and the only thing I dreamed after I fell back asleep was something about a man who was actually a peach.

Peace, love and macaroni,
Miss Rex

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