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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Incredible Detail"

DREAM: Incredible Detail

The first dream was rather fun. Stan and I were selling our current house and buying a new one. We went to look at the new house; it was smaller than ours, and younger too, maybe having been built in the 20s or 30s. I don't think it had a full 2nd floor, but it did have a larger basement that was well lit and had room for studios. For some reason, Stan started painting in the studio area downstairs, before we even owned the house. There were small, 2 inch square ceramic tiles on the wall and he was painting directly on those. I also started painting too, but I had a canvas started already. I was using oil paint, oddly enough. The basement had a walk-out door with windows that flanked both sides of it, so part of it was exposed, which probably explained why it had good lighting. We got so preoccupied painting, that we forgot to leave the house, and by the time we did go up the stairs, we realized that the current owners/sellers had come home. It was late on a Saturday night and they were sitting around the great room with their family (three young kids) and some friends. I didn't want to freak them out, so I found the wife and told her who we were and that we had just made an offer on her house and that we'd be going now. The main area of the house did seem quite spacious and roomy, and it had lots of windows for my plants. I would guess that the current owners were about my age or maybe in their late 30s. The woman was about 5'8", long, dark hair with bangs, fairly thin, but she looked like she could be pregnant again or maybe it was the style of dress she was wearing. It was a long, narrow dress with a high waist in dark blues and purples. She was fairly pleasant, not a Disney Witch, fortunately. Her husband was over 6 feet, thin, short dark hair, balding, beard and moustache turning grey, small mouth, blue jeans, casual clothes. They seemed like they were right at home in Madison or more liberal areas of Fort Collins, which begs the question, was this taking place in Madison or Fort Collins? I do not know. But as we were leaving, I realized I left a sweater of mine on the main level of the house and needed it back. They helped me look for it, but since the whole family came home with friends, it must have been covered up by other people's clothes because they couldn't find it. They loaned me one of their kids coats to wear home instead because it was a cold night. But for some reason, Stan and I had to go back again. This time no one was home, and we must have entered through the family room that had white carpeting because as I recall, the main part of the house had hardwood floors (with red trim!). They had a white bulldog that matched the carpet. It barked at us as we entered, and chased us around, but it seemed friendly.

Do I dream in detail or what?

The next part of the dream had several parts to it, but I can't remember the sequences too well.

I went to Depressions (old place I used to work and then freelance for, not called that, but something that rhymes with it) to pick up a job they needed me to work on. I talked to a guy that I did not know. He was about 5'10", blondish hair, sort of scruffy cut, beard and moustache, glasses...sort of "Van Driesen"esque in appearance, but not in personality...he was just average as far as that goes (which describes most people in the typesetting field if they stay in it long enough), average weight, dressed in subdued brown or khaki colors. Large nostrils. The job I would be doing was extremely tedious and wrist-slashingly boring....opening up some graphic files created in another program by someone else and editing text or adding text to them...urgh, how I hated assignments like that. He gave me the folders and papers and disks I would need, and then I started to leave the building. I saw people that actually did work there, and they were much older, obviously, and fatter. I likewise wondered what they thought of me, and then I realized I was wearing a full nun's habit. I mean, I'm talking total nun get-up...not just that head thing. Long black nun robe, rosary beads, that stiffling white thing that goes around your face and pushes your cheeks out that the black veil fits over...or something. I was total nun. I saw the former supervisor and said hi to her. She stared at me, but didn't say hi back, either she didn't like me (because I was a rebellious employee!) or she didn't recognize the new nun me. As I climbed the stairs to leave, I debated on whether to take off the nun stuff, but for some weird reason only known to my dream self, I decided to keep it on. I also sensed sort of a deja vu (ever get deja vu inside a dream?) that this had happened before, and I had taken off the nun drag before I left the building. So I'm walking home looking like a nun, passing high school students staring on the way. I can't remember what happens after that, but I do go into another part of the dream. Stan was trying to fill out some application for graduate school, and each time he'd answer the questions and "send it in" (which must have been an instant online thing because he'd get back the results instantly), he'd keep getting rejected because something on the application was wrong. He was getting incredibly frustratated as he was on his 4th try and still not accepted. In the application, he was describing some sort of scene from Twin Peaks and Stan mentions a weapon, but the school administrators sent the application back saying they needed to know what kind of weapon it was, so he sent it back again saying "a blunt instrument." I think he finally got accepted. Then the last part of the dream I had a locust or large grasshopper/katydid that was a pet. It was named, too, but I forgot the name I called it. I had it outside, and it escaped and jumped into the street. Stan gave me some sort of gunnysack so I could catch it...a butterfly net would've helped better, though. I was afraid a car would hit it. I kept calling it by name, but it wouldn't respond (duh...it was a BUG!). Finally I was able to wrestle it into the gunny sack, but by that time it had grown into a small, furry black mammal.

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Yes, you dream in detail about lots of whats. A small black mammal could be Lucifer Sam.

Posted by Stan @ 09:12:2003:07:49 PM CST

By Ann @ 20:49 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..