Sleeping to Dream: Week #4
Funfetti:
I think my dreams may be sabotaging me this week. After a month of recording them, I can barely remember one (which is sad, because I really loved working on this series). Don’t worry I came up with a plan.
Dream #1: I am in some kind of hall with long tables. It looks like I am about to graduate high school (again? Who wants to relive that?!). I guess this hall is connected to a hotel because I go up to shower and when I return, everyone have received their final grades and also their “achievements”. It seems that my best friend has gotten one and I haven’t, and I’m a bit peeved. I’m also sitting at a table with a bunch of people I have not thought of/”seen” on Facebook at all.
No idea what to take from this one. It seems like if I’m not dreaming about celebrities lately, it’s people I thought I have forgotten (except my best friend, of course). Back in the day, I was so excited to graduate high school and move on to college, and from what I could gather, I felt the same way here. (Why is everything so rustic & wooden in my dreams?)
Now because I can’t remember anything else from this week, or the past month, I’d thought I’d mention 2 recurring dreams I’ve had since I was young.
- People move into my childhood home, and my family is still living in there. They are actually in the backyard, doing landscaping and I am watching from the family room. I’m confused and not sure how this happened. When the man who bought the house approaches me, he is not welcoming. I have no idea where to go or who to talk to.
- All of my sudden my childhood home has another floor. I am scared of that floor and want absolutely nothing to do with it. But on a few occasions, I find myself up there. Scared out of my wits. It’s very elegantly decorated, densely with Victorian like furniture. There is a coffin in the middle of the room. And there are times I come in contact with “the man” who lives up there, and looks slightly like a vampire.
Clearly, these 2 must have rattled me a lot since I had them a lot. In fact, I know I had the vampire one about a year ago. So that’s been going on for awhile, except that time Mr. FF was in the dream somehow.
Red Velvet:
Dream #1: I see my ipod touch turn on with a message saying my dresses on Fashion Story (a game) are ready. But when I check my clothes, I see that all of them are expired and can’t be used. Then I wake up.
Nothing too exciting. But I did have this dream twice, so a part of me wonders if maybe I did wake up in the middle of the night to check and I just think it’s a dream. I’ve been a little obsessed with this game (and Baking Story) lately so it’s definitely a possibility.
Dream #2: I’m in the lobby of my office building waiting for the elevator but when the doors open, I don’t see the elevator at all. Instead I see the subway stop on 23rd St., so I don’t get out and wait for the next one. But it keeps happening, the doors open and I see 28th St., 34th St. and finally 42nd St. (which is my usual stop) so I decide to take a chance and get out. I get onto the subway, which then drops me off inside the basement of my house. End of the commute! And then end of dream.
I dream a lot about work (sadly) so the setting wasn’t too surprising. But I have to say, this was pretty imaginative. I don’t know how my self-conscious came up with it! Also, at least one of our three elevators have been broken for the last month (just yesterday I accidentally got on the “out of order” one) which could be another reason why I was thinking about this. If only one of them were magical enough to drop me off directly at Port Authority - I’d enjoy my commute a lot more.
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