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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAMs"
DREAMs
Most disturbing dreams last night. In fact, they were so disturbing, I'm not going to go into as much detail as I could, if at all. In fact, one of them I won't even mention because it was too disturbing to think about and I'd prefer to forget it. In case you're curious, the dreams had nothing to do with sex or anything like that. That's not why they were disturbing.
Let me mention Stan's dream, because we woke up in the middle of the night and he told me his. His is a good dream, that is, if you are a nature/wildlife person. He dreamt he found some caterpillars that were striped like Monarch caterpillars, but they had more black. They also had those "horns" behind their head that Swallowtail caterpillars eject when disturbed, but the horns were covered with fuzz. (Readers of my old journal know that we raise butterfly caterpillars in the summer)
But getting back to one of my dreams (the one that is mentionable, only in a stripped-down version), Stan and I were visiting some people. I supposedly knew the guy, if only superficially, but did not know his wife. Stan didn't know either. We were spending the night. They set up a room for us with a futon on the floor, similar to the room Stan and I had at Grant Street. We were using a sleeping bag as a blanket. I was getting ready to either get up or go to bed and was sorting my jewelry out in a little jewelry box I brought with me. I have no idea why I brought so many rings with me on a very short overnight trip. As I was sorting them out, the wife walked into the room and saw what I was doing. For some reason, she thought my rings were hers and that I was going through her dresser drawers and stealing her jewelry. She said something to the effect of "We'll find out the next morning after you've left just what kind of friend you are." I tried to explain to her that those were my rings, and I've never stolen anything from anybody in my life. Later on, Stan and I were standing in their kitchen and the husband, the guy I knew, asked us if we'd like to see a movie and mentioned one to us that sounded extremely uninteresting to Stan and I. I told him that Stan and I would prefer to rent it on video. He looked at us strangely because he was a big screen movie-goer (and we're not). We were trying to get out of there politely; the guy didn't know anything about my altercation with his wife.