Today I am going to share with you some of my dreams. It’s not super original, but I’m also super tired and don’t really have the energy to write anything new right now. These accounts are based on notes I’ve taken so sometimes even I don’t understand what I meant.
Many of my dreams have multiple parts, because I often wake up in the middle of the night. This dream started with a huge empty cathedral. There was a huge screen hanging from the high ceiling that went almost down to the ground. It was kind of like an IMAX screen but it wasn’t curved. For a while it was showing constellations, but there were a lot of other random images being shown as well.
Then it switched to where I was working at this huge sale where there were hundreds of tables set up outside, kind of like a flea market. There were all these prairie dogs around, and people had brought their regular dogs that were trying to get at the prairie dogs. But the prairie dogs were doing a really good job at communicating to keep the other dogs at bay. One kid grabbed a puppy by the neck and carried it around for a bit, and I commented that people should keep their dogs and kids in check.
And then Queen was there playing, minus Freddie. Brian and John were on the ground, and Roger was playing drums atop this strange mountainous set piece. John Deacon was playing this weird bass synth thing that had a triple neck. But then the two outside necks folded back and he did a little flourish and it turned into a regular bass. It was like magic and we were all very impressed.
In this beginning of this dream I was in this huge open building, kind of like a big open mall. I was going up to the second floor to try and find someone, but then someone found me and she shot me with a machine gun. I might have recognized her. I crawled under a school desk and was laying on my back and she shot me a second time. It stung and it was difficult to breathe. Did I get up to try and find help? She shot me a third time.
Then I was inside a house and there was some kind of religious ceremony taking place. Dad got mad at me for fixing the blinds while scriptures were being read.
Then I was catching frogs, maybe at Hanging Lake.
At the beginning of this dream I was involved in some kind of game, but it was more like an elaborate parade. There were underwater caves and aquatic vehicles and maybe Mom was there.
And I’m just going to share what I wrote in my notebook: “Moved into an apartment? Now we were fantasy animals and got thrown into a jail.” Who knows.
There was a different flea market, this time inside, like an antique fair with things laid out on tables, and there were old movies playing on screens in the background. I wanted this foreign chocolate in an old fashioned container (shaped like a cow?) but for some reason Dad was trying to talk me out of it.
I had a fight with a woman who looked like a combination of Amy Adams and Jessica Chastain, and we were fighting with these metal rods (like Mockingbird in Agents of Shield). She had two, I had three. I beat her. It felt awesome.
I was at the beach, swimming. The water was shallow but strangely dark. A beautiful grey-white shark swam beneath me. Then I was walking under the boardwalk and in the shallows there were these beautiful cities made of coral. I encouraged people not to go to a certain area so they wouldn’t mess with the sea life.
Something about a grocery store or watching someone’s kids.
Singing with a lesbian rock band in a community center.
At the very end of one of my dreams, Indya Moore showed up wearing a pleated black mini skirt, a black crop top, and black chunky high heeled lace up boots. So 90’s. So fresh.
I was driving an old rickety truck, and all of a sudden I saw people disappearing in the streets, just evaporating from existence. I turned around but Dad was gone from the back seat. I turned back but Freddie Mercury was still in the passenger seat. “Oh thank god,” I said. Then all the survivors went to some kind of circus, where Monty Python was performing. At least they were spared. But Mike Pence was in the audience, so I guess we can’t have everything.
Don’t worry, I’ve already talked to my therapist. ;)
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