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01:18:2005 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs: Houses, Cabins and Trailers"
DREAMs: Houses, Cabins and Trailers
I don't know the sequence of the dream segments, or whether they were related or separate. I was walking around the outside of a house that was sort of a funky Frank Lloyd Wrong modern style and under the eaves were windows--not vertical windows, but literally horizontal windows under the eaves. On the inside of what I think was the same house, the windows were a ledge up high toward the ceiling that let in light from below (since they were under the eves) if that makes sense. I was inside a very strange rustic cabin/motel with dim yellow lighting. I had just gotten back from an art show. I think our old friend Kay who we haven't heard from for ages was in the art show, but she had been complaining about something, like they omitted her name from something. I think Bill was in the cabin, and so was Stan. I told them that the art show went well, except Kay was having some bad luck with it. I was with some person (I have no idea who) who wanted to introduce me to his/her family, because they wanted to show me off because all his/her family knew were ugly people (supposedly I was much younger and thinner in this dream). I was wearing a bright rose pink dress (totally un-me) and my hair was longer. Except for the rather showy colour of the dress, it looked like something Mary Ellen Walton would wear. In fact, there was something Appalachia about this whole dream segment. I'm walking with this other person up to his/her family's home (trailer?) which is very unkept and small. We get inside and the family is sitting around the kitchen. They all stare at me with awe because I'm supposedly so pretty (well, prettier than they are at least). The father, who didn't seem to be that much older than my current age, said something like "Well, this is what we like" or something to that effect, but I can't remember the exact words. Then he grabs me and says "come sit on my lap!" and I sit at the outermost edge of his knee. It was a most uncomfortable feeling. Eeeewwwwwww.
4 Comments
Remember your hot pink down coat?
Posted by greenthumb @ 12:23:2005:04:46 PM CST
I'd rather not.
Posted by Ann @ 12:23:2005:06:44 PM CST
That's kind of a icky dream about being displayed and sitting on some old guy's knee.
Posted by Stan @ 12:24:2005:10:40 AM CST
He wasn't that old, he was probably around our age or just a bit older. But if I was younger in the dream, then yes, he was old. And yes, it was disturbing.
Posted by Ann @ 12:24:2005:10:46 AM CST
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