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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

DREAMS: Cats, Houses, BarRoom Moms and Punk Rocker Me

What a weird dream I had last night! But before I get to that one, I really should write down ones I had before that this past week. Many personal and business commitments have stopped me from writing here more regularly.

First dream several nights ago:

I dreamt I was with a bunch of animals, mostly cats. Persephone was there, but she looked more like a squirrel sans bushy tail. I noticed that her belly was bleeding (IRL, we had taken her to the vet's maybe the day before and they were drawing blood and trying to get a urine sample with a needle) She was meowing like it hurt. She was also playing with some other, much larger, cats, and I was afraid they were playing too rough with her. Later, Stan was there with me and we were on a bed. Persephone came up on the bed and kept meowing at me and she wouldn't stop. I started to wake up, and as I came to, I realized that her "meowing" was my nose making snoring/whistling noises.

Second dream a few nights ago:

I dreamt Stan and I moved back into the house we rented on Grant Street in Fort Collins. In the 18 years we had been gone, they had made the half-basement into a small apartment. Whenever I have reocurring dreams about that house, I dream about the basement a lot, and it always is bigger than IRL.

Third dream a couple nights ago:

Stan and I were walking on Peterson St. in Ft C. We were standing in front of the house we rented there. It seemed different, as did the neighborhood. More ramshackle. Later, I was talking to my mom, and she was saying something about how when she goes into bars, she likes to play the drums. I was really confused because my mom hates bars and would never play drums out of all instruments (she plays piano). Actually, I liked this new mom better, but I was really confused about the drastic personality change.

Dream last night:

It's like this backward progression of time, these dreams, from present (the aging Persephone the cat) to Grant Street (1985-1989), to Peterson Street (1985) to this: Pre-1985.

I dreamt I was a punk rocker. I named myself Night...Night Mere. I was wearing all black (well, I wear a lot of black anyway IRL) and my hair was short. I was angry and I was actually writing songs, something that I can't do tune-wise IRL. I was writing some song with a refrain (chorus?) that went something like "Yuppie Scum is the Hoi Polloi." The weird thing is that is a term I never use myself. In fact, this morning I had to look it up to see what it meant. I guess it means "common people", so I assume the song was cutting down Yuppies who think they're so special but they're not. Huh. I can still remember the tune, and I don't know if I ripped it off an old Clash song or what.

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Blogger Stan said...

I think the dreams about Persophone are like vet stress dreams. We still have to take her back for a urine sample.

I love the Grant street house, but I never have it in dreams. It would be too small for us now and we are fortunate to have the house we do have.

I like the name 'Night Mere' a lot, and I am wondering if it is actually something from the Grant st. era. I'm unsure, but I thought you had thought of this name about 17 years ago.... Perhaps this name really wants you and has been looking for you for the last 17 years. Then, who knows... how many other names 'Night Mere' has had to kill or con just to find you after all of this time and changes in life?

4:16 PM  
Blogger Ann said...

I don't think I ever thought of using the name "Night Mere" before, Stan. Maybe you're just thinking I did. the name "Night" reminds me of the director, and I know I'm going to mangle his name, M. Night Shyamalan or something like that...I see dead people.

...hey...I just googled it and I spelled it right! How about that!!!! am I amazing or what?

What's weird about the Persephone dream is that her belly was bleeding...and I then I found that weird thing on my belly about a day later or so. Weird, huh?

4:27 PM  
Blogger Ann said...

I forgot to add what's really odd is that term "Hoi Polloi" because I never use it, but I used it in a dream. It's like in dreams we speak a different language than when we are awake. It's almost like we're different people with a different vocabulary...like my barroom drummer mom. I can invent tunes in my dreams. I remember one time I invented a very Nirvanaesque song but when I woke up it faded very quickly. If you don't catch these things immediately, it's very hard to transpose, and since I can't read or write music, I certainly can't transpose a tune.

4:31 PM  
Blogger Stan said...

I love your lyrics, and they are definately insightful. I did forget to mention this part of your dreams, and this is the best part. If you could tap into the dream state with music you would be a musician instead of a visual artist. I'm sure you dream mind is connected to your visual art parts of your mind.

8:22 PM  
Blogger Lavender said...

In the dream about your mom, your mind fought it- that is where lucid dreaming starts! Congrats!

9:48 AM  

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