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ladybug_archiveSo I never could seem to wake up when I got up for church. So much so that when we got home, I was pretty sure I'd actually be able to go back to sleep, which doesn't often happen after we've been out somewhere.
I slept. And had a weird dream. It was one of those "eluding people and exploring a location" dreams, for the most part. I kind of like those, probably because I had the greatest fun doing that as a kid. I remember how much I loved exploring Sutherlands Lumber. Oh, that place was a paradise for a young kid. Kitchen displays, beautiful lighting, being able to squeeze in between the giant shelves that were back-to-back and walk down the tunnel they created between them....
For some reason, more than once my mind has taken to using churches as the locales in the dreams. That's not too surprising today, considering we'd just come back from there.
Very weirdly, this dream opened with me apparently trying to conduct a writing group and explaining about the prompt for the week and some possibilities of what could be done with it. I have no idea why that was going on in the church. And I was walking away, I heard some of the people irritated because I was a newcomer and trying to instruct them. I realized I wasn't wanted and tried to quietly slip away.
Then the dream proceeded as those dreams usually do, with me wandering all over the building and ducking into darkened rooms when possible, trying to avoid people and just wanting to be alone to explore or think or whatever. Some of the dreams of this type have a definite sense of danger or urgency in my escapes, but this one was just calm and unhurried. There was no danger. Even though I didn't want to encounter people, it was more of a game to see if I could manage not to.
At one point I wandered to where there was some kind of gathering that seemed to be to celebrate a good choir performance. I found Luke Andreas there and was thrilled. I immediately approached him to talk. Hilariously, I informed him that I was having a dream and my mind had dragged him into the dream with me. I don't know if the idea I meant was that my mind had simply conjured him up or that I had somehow summoned him from the afterlife. In spite of my saying it was a dream, it seemed to be more like I was just talking to him in real-life and he wasn't dead; he mentioned going to get his wife at one point. He was amiable and nice and was willing to talk to me about The Rockford Files and such.
Best part of the dream, totally.
After he left, I wandered some more, at one point going into a room where a musical performance practice was going on. I still didn't want to run into anybody else, nor did I want to interrupt them, so there was a bit of me climbing over soft chairs behind a stage curtain to get back out of the room. I thought I was noticed, yet no one came after me to talk or to recruit me, so I figured I was wrong.
Finally I got where I was apparently trying to get all along: a place with refreshments. I was frustrated because I hadn't been informed of it. But there was still stuff left and I grabbed some.
I think it ended around there. There was also another odd, earlier dream that culminated with the family running to get back to the car and I was too close to a drop-off in the asphalt and started to fall, but was pulled back up with the assistance of a pleasant stranger who pulled up. He seemed to like me and I wasn't averse to the idea of a date, but I can't quite recall how that turned out, if he asked me or not. In reality, I would be very leery of going on a date with someone I'd just met, even if he did help me out of a situation.
So overall, weird dreams as usual. But I love the part with Luke.
I slept. And had a weird dream. It was one of those "eluding people and exploring a location" dreams, for the most part. I kind of like those, probably because I had the greatest fun doing that as a kid. I remember how much I loved exploring Sutherlands Lumber. Oh, that place was a paradise for a young kid. Kitchen displays, beautiful lighting, being able to squeeze in between the giant shelves that were back-to-back and walk down the tunnel they created between them....
For some reason, more than once my mind has taken to using churches as the locales in the dreams. That's not too surprising today, considering we'd just come back from there.
Very weirdly, this dream opened with me apparently trying to conduct a writing group and explaining about the prompt for the week and some possibilities of what could be done with it. I have no idea why that was going on in the church. And I was walking away, I heard some of the people irritated because I was a newcomer and trying to instruct them. I realized I wasn't wanted and tried to quietly slip away.
Then the dream proceeded as those dreams usually do, with me wandering all over the building and ducking into darkened rooms when possible, trying to avoid people and just wanting to be alone to explore or think or whatever. Some of the dreams of this type have a definite sense of danger or urgency in my escapes, but this one was just calm and unhurried. There was no danger. Even though I didn't want to encounter people, it was more of a game to see if I could manage not to.
At one point I wandered to where there was some kind of gathering that seemed to be to celebrate a good choir performance. I found Luke Andreas there and was thrilled. I immediately approached him to talk. Hilariously, I informed him that I was having a dream and my mind had dragged him into the dream with me. I don't know if the idea I meant was that my mind had simply conjured him up or that I had somehow summoned him from the afterlife. In spite of my saying it was a dream, it seemed to be more like I was just talking to him in real-life and he wasn't dead; he mentioned going to get his wife at one point. He was amiable and nice and was willing to talk to me about The Rockford Files and such.
Best part of the dream, totally.
After he left, I wandered some more, at one point going into a room where a musical performance practice was going on. I still didn't want to run into anybody else, nor did I want to interrupt them, so there was a bit of me climbing over soft chairs behind a stage curtain to get back out of the room. I thought I was noticed, yet no one came after me to talk or to recruit me, so I figured I was wrong.
Finally I got where I was apparently trying to get all along: a place with refreshments. I was frustrated because I hadn't been informed of it. But there was still stuff left and I grabbed some.
I think it ended around there. There was also another odd, earlier dream that culminated with the family running to get back to the car and I was too close to a drop-off in the asphalt and started to fall, but was pulled back up with the assistance of a pleasant stranger who pulled up. He seemed to like me and I wasn't averse to the idea of a date, but I can't quite recall how that turned out, if he asked me or not. In reality, I would be very leery of going on a date with someone I'd just met, even if he did help me out of a situation.
So overall, weird dreams as usual. But I love the part with Luke.
