a llama was involved in an attack on the sideview mirror of the car. I think it chewed it off.
family was in danger.. someone was out to kill all of us.. parents aware.. needed to survive the night (at home?) and then would board a plane or some other mode of transport away the next morning. death threat was serious.
needed to somewhat feign no knowledge of danger.. was going to all sleep under the bed? but that wasn’t going to work (I found even I could barely fit) so I insisted they all sleep on top of the bed together (king-sized bed..) and I would stay awake through the night and keep watch. a friend or two was involved. I was trying to figure a way to position the tv(?) so that I could play Nintendo while facing them without the light of the television disrupting their sleep..
Nightmare last night. Yet again went to bed much too late so was very very sleepy and that’s when it attacks — the sleepiness makes it difficult to break out of. It’s like knowing you’re sleeping and then trying to wake yourself up, but waking yourself up from the inside out is like focusing your eyes on a “Magic Eye” image, where a picture can be found in a two-dimensional surface if you just focus/unfocus your eyes at the same time in the right way.. I’m quite good at seeing Magic Eye images, but I haven’t quite mastered waking up right at will.
In my dream: I was playing basketball in a gym class or something. I don’t think I was paying much attention or feeling particularly involved in the game. But at some point I half-consciously found an opening to act as a pick, but it was sloppy and could have easily (probably should have) been called blocking (penalty against me/my team). But somehow the whistle was called on her and I was not called for blocking. I think she might have fallen or knocked into me in the first place. I’m not sure I was entirely in the right, but it wasn’t entirely obvious either, and had I been a bit more graceful about it it probably would have been a very solid and unarguably legitimate pick. Well I seemed to know who the other girl was, but we weren’t friends at all; just a usual schoolmate. She was quite pretty, I knew her to be a bit outspoken and maybe a bit obnoxious; I knew I didn’t like her very much, but didn’t hate her or feel much of anything about her either. She was not pleased that I was not called for blocking. I was quiet through the whole thing. But then, since I was no longer half-conscious, I found the next opportunity and set up a very solid pick on the point guard who was being covered pretty well by one of my teammates. Other team girl with ball ran into me (in the dream, she saw me, hesitated, but maybe momentum or some other silliness caused her to step forward again anyway and, with me standing right there, she bumped into me and I win. So then we get called off to the side of the gym by the teacher-or-other, and I don’t know if we’re standing about.. I think we’re probably sitting, because I get comfortable and find a spot toward the back to lay down on my back (with my head tilted up to pay attention to teacher). Girl who I initially blocked has followed me to where I’m laying and tells me she’s just going to have to really watch and cover me now (not in a resentful way, but the appreciative tone of a rival who concedes that I pose a challenge. We both know we’re friends now, and she lays down with her head on my chest, and I put an arm around her. We nap/listen to the teacher talk.
Wow. Weird/random dream.
I met someone who had fairydust.com, and it turned out (I found out later) that she was using the early version of ferrydust as her template — with my full name still showing in the upper right corner of the screen (in real life my name has never been there). I (overly) patiently tried to explain to her that this was misleading to anyone reading her contents as they would attribute her posts to me. (I note that I particularly did not want to be associated with her posts, though I have no recollection of their contents.) She was not internet/computer savvy, and apparently didn’t really understand templates/propriety, etc.
I don’t even know..
Old friend. Good. Good all around.
A giant wave. safer in (boat?) or out? someone out.. hold on? deep breath? too deep?
A week or so ago dreamed of grandmother.. so healthy.. Self-decided. So, so great.
Uncle’s home — incredible design.. simple, smart use of space.. only thing I’d add is connector from main living area to the other space (kitchen? private quarters?).. young kids… three(?).. swimming pool.. wearing armband floats running around.
Relationships.. assorted.. healthy, well; pleased, comforted, proud, thankful, relieved, content, happy.
Neil Gaiman was in my dream. Was concentrated more on his house than anything — wow what an amazingly elaborate, genius, splendid house. It was designed with more fantasy/woodlore elements than myth/legend, which is what I’d apply more to Gaiman, but that didn’t register to me until later when I was awake. Very elaborate and fascinating home.
A dream about a huge video game arcade center.. Possibly run by Indians or similar… many colored lights in a darkened environment.. crowded and successful.. impersonal and meaningless.. And I fell on deaf ears but I shared anyway…why do I do that, knowing..?
More important to me than product and popularity are trust, loyalty, comfort, community, involvement and personal investment.
Paths are much clearer and more meaningful when allegiances are defined and sincere. Wherever one walks, should know what/whom to stand by.
Last night I dreamt that I ran into an old friend, who’s important to me.. And it turned out he was sharing a dorm/apartment for the summer with Barrack Obama. It was surprising and amazing even in the dream, but in the dream it was real and true. But all of it was so pleasant and hopeful and good that even in the dream when I was going to bed for the eve, I knew that upon waking I would think it had been a dream, whether or not it had. It was a very good dream.
Nightmares of big scary evil things are bad enough but a nightmare in which God is evil and standing before me…. Unspeakably horrifying..
Email inbox is flooded (as usual) with limericks and name suggestions (not so usual).
Had a pretty complex dream up through waking (slept in a bit to play it out further) involving concepts of the Death Note. It wasn’t restful, but fascinating; my mind was very busy figuring what was allowed, how much could be orchestrated, who would be the victim to carry out the massively destructive plot, and… I think a little dog was involved. And maybe little aliens — I don’t remember; it was quite elaborate. And I wasn’t really the one plotting mass destruction, I was the mind dreaming it and trying to figure out what made sense as per the desu noto’s rules.
My friend was just let go from his job for nonsense reasons. I’m really upset about it.
Weir. I before E except after C… and W.