Impressionable dream.
Posted 25-04-2009 at 06:03 AM by Point Blanch
Hey I had this cool dream and I'll post it now so I don't forget it later!
So my friend calls me up and says, "Hey, want to hang out?" to which I reply, "Sure, but I need three hours."
I get on my bike and head down some unnamed road. It's very hilly, and I somehow know the way to get there. It ends with a rather steep valley which is only one yard across, turning into a hill at the peak at the other edge with some dead trees on its side. I turn to the right and there's my destination, apparently - a huge building with pillars like the Parthenon, despite the architecture being very English. Imagine the backyard as a series of the pillars with a flat plate on the top giving shade to the patio underneath. I leapt over the fence with the moon physics you experience in dreams and landed on the other side of the fence across the yard. Unfazed, I walked through the fence and was met by a dog that looked like Lassie. It ran out from the house and smiled at me. I said to it, "You're cute, but not the dog I'm looking for." My motive changed from nothing to caring for a dog.
I turned around because I heard some lady yelling. When I made eye contact, she said, "NO NO NO NO NO NO! THIS IS NOT GOOD." Her frame was very old and frail despite her agility. She was wearing a disgusting purple dress sequined with turquoise patterns of fin-less fish. "Huh?" I asked. I backed away, afraid she would attack me for trespassing. "Look at my flowers! THEY'RE RUINED!" she yelled, and retreated backwards towards her door. Feeling bad about apparently ruining her purple flower patch I said, "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhkay..." and she led me inside.
The first room was very tall, with a stained glass hollow spire that seemed to be opaque because the room was still really dim. The walls themselves were in the shape of an octagon, giving me the feeling that the house was a cage. I met her three children, who were seemingly immune to gravity and floated around everywhere, bothering me. I walked into the next room after the lady and cleaned what looked like a ping-pong table. She supplied me with a sponge and some soapy water - apparently good for cleaning this table. The room was black besides for the people in it. Pitch black. I cleaned half of the table and then my mind jumped to a sky view of the house. Job well done!
While up in the air, my fear of heights came over me, so it was a very quick jump... back to Wikipedia. I was stitting back in her house at her computer. There was a video of the house from the sky. I don't know what I was thinking.
After leaving the house I knew I wasn't finished with chores quite yet. There was something going on outside, though, so I had to go check it out. There was a news crew there, interviewing the lady on why the hell she had such a weird house. She answered that she was too traumatized by the fact that her purple flowers were ruined. Taking advantage of her amnesia, I slipped away, up the hill, and ran for a few seconds before the dream ended.
It doesn't mean anything, but it was really memorable! Like, the feelings in it were totally real. It was a great break from the recurring dream of me failing over and over at a game I like to play...
So my friend calls me up and says, "Hey, want to hang out?" to which I reply, "Sure, but I need three hours."
I get on my bike and head down some unnamed road. It's very hilly, and I somehow know the way to get there. It ends with a rather steep valley which is only one yard across, turning into a hill at the peak at the other edge with some dead trees on its side. I turn to the right and there's my destination, apparently - a huge building with pillars like the Parthenon, despite the architecture being very English. Imagine the backyard as a series of the pillars with a flat plate on the top giving shade to the patio underneath. I leapt over the fence with the moon physics you experience in dreams and landed on the other side of the fence across the yard. Unfazed, I walked through the fence and was met by a dog that looked like Lassie. It ran out from the house and smiled at me. I said to it, "You're cute, but not the dog I'm looking for." My motive changed from nothing to caring for a dog.
I turned around because I heard some lady yelling. When I made eye contact, she said, "NO NO NO NO NO NO! THIS IS NOT GOOD." Her frame was very old and frail despite her agility. She was wearing a disgusting purple dress sequined with turquoise patterns of fin-less fish. "Huh?" I asked. I backed away, afraid she would attack me for trespassing. "Look at my flowers! THEY'RE RUINED!" she yelled, and retreated backwards towards her door. Feeling bad about apparently ruining her purple flower patch I said, "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhkay..." and she led me inside.
The first room was very tall, with a stained glass hollow spire that seemed to be opaque because the room was still really dim. The walls themselves were in the shape of an octagon, giving me the feeling that the house was a cage. I met her three children, who were seemingly immune to gravity and floated around everywhere, bothering me. I walked into the next room after the lady and cleaned what looked like a ping-pong table. She supplied me with a sponge and some soapy water - apparently good for cleaning this table. The room was black besides for the people in it. Pitch black. I cleaned half of the table and then my mind jumped to a sky view of the house. Job well done!
While up in the air, my fear of heights came over me, so it was a very quick jump... back to Wikipedia. I was stitting back in her house at her computer. There was a video of the house from the sky. I don't know what I was thinking.
After leaving the house I knew I wasn't finished with chores quite yet. There was something going on outside, though, so I had to go check it out. There was a news crew there, interviewing the lady on why the hell she had such a weird house. She answered that she was too traumatized by the fact that her purple flowers were ruined. Taking advantage of her amnesia, I slipped away, up the hill, and ran for a few seconds before the dream ended.
It doesn't mean anything, but it was really memorable! Like, the feelings in it were totally real. It was a great break from the recurring dream of me failing over and over at a game I like to play...
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