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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs - One dumb one, one wild one"
DREAMs - One dumb one, one wild one
There were two dreams, but I'll start off with the last one first because it was typical and the first one was pretty...powerful.
2.) Stan and I were travelling and we walk into a motel. It's very cramped and there's a table with two black leather chairs in the middle that don't leave much room to walk around. There's also a bunch of bathroom and kitchen stuff around the periphery of the room, old sinks, toilets, etc. Nothing is color coordinated, some of the plumbing stuff has that 70s goldenrod color to it. The faucets and handles were mismatched. It was a pretty crappy room.
Before I dreamt that dream, I lied awake for about an hour just thinking about the one I just had:
1.) I think I was watching TV, but I'm not exactly sure. There was a young woman on it who was wearing a very strange outfit made out of jewel tone velvets. I forgot the exact colors she was wearing, but it was like two colors that clashed in a good way, like purple and teal or something. She was sort of dressed up like a court jester, I believe, and if not that, then something sort of renaissancey. (I know...ugh...this whole dream has sort of that pseudo artsy fartsy fantasy quality, but hang on, I don't think it's that easily discountable) I forgot what she was doing, but she was disobeying someone's orders and walking away into a gold/sand-colored room with her back turned to the 'camera.' I think I followed her into the room where there was a man sitting on a chair, almost like a throne. He wore a robe that was also jewel-toned velvet in purple colors, I believe. He was either a doctor or a fortune teller or a high priest or shaman or something, I couldn't tell which. He had sort of medium-colored hair, sort of non-descript. I walked up to him and put both my right hand and left hand in a bowl of strange balm or ointment, then rubbed the top and bottom of both hands on his robe, then he took both my hands and held them, sort of like he was taking my pulse, but he wasn't holding my wrists, just the hands themselves. It was like the balm was some sort of conductant medium that he needed in order to sense things about me. Weird. When he spoke, it was definitely American, maybe even with a slightly southern accent, but definitely no English or European accent. He said something about my left and right side, and the sun and the moon. I was afraid whatever my diagnosis was was going to be bad, but he smiled and he told me he was incredibly surprised, that he's never (felt? sensed?) anyone who had all four elements (I am thinking he meant earth, air, fire and water) so equally balanced. He kept going on about how 'balanced' I was. I was a bit surprised to hear that.