Bizarre dreams
Jul. 14th, 2011 07:10 amI had the weirdest dreams last night.
The first was that Omaha sent me downstairs to find the hunting rifle. There was no reason given, it was just something I was asked to do. So I looked in the utility closet, which is full of ancient stuff-- old air filters, racks of boxes of holiday gear, old television hardware, a pile of unfinished sewing packages. First, I found a LaserTag pistol, and then the LaserTag rifle. (We have original, first edition World of Wonder LaserTag rifles, back when they were built to last forever. One has a sticker, "shuttle component," given to me by a college girl I knew whose summer job was vehicle rehab at Cape Canaveral. She's also the one who helped me lose a purity point very, very few have ever lost. Gorgeous undersized redhead. Enthusiasm of a bonobo. She owned a waterbed.)
Anyway, the dream: I never did find it. I found a weird AirSoft rifle, which I think is a kind of BB gun, this in poorly-done camoflage, brand new, but with a weird poofy stock. I never did find the hunting rifle, but that may be because we don't own one.
I also dreamed that I was trying to park my car, but the brakes wouldn't hold on a hill. The car was bigger than the one I own, and bright blue, more like a pickup truck. I had a moped in the back, but it must have been a weird moped made by Dean Kamen or something because it couldn't fall over.
I parked the truck, and took out the moped, at which point the truck started to slide down the hill. It hit another car, gently, and pushed it out into the road. I looked to see if anyone noticed, then jumped into the truck and put it back up the hill and pulled harder on the parking brake. I looked back to see the moped sliding down the hill. I can after it and caught it, only to look up and now see the truck, again, rolling slowly and gently down the hill, pushing two vehicles with its prow. Then I woke up.
Super weird.
The first was that Omaha sent me downstairs to find the hunting rifle. There was no reason given, it was just something I was asked to do. So I looked in the utility closet, which is full of ancient stuff-- old air filters, racks of boxes of holiday gear, old television hardware, a pile of unfinished sewing packages. First, I found a LaserTag pistol, and then the LaserTag rifle. (We have original, first edition World of Wonder LaserTag rifles, back when they were built to last forever. One has a sticker, "shuttle component," given to me by a college girl I knew whose summer job was vehicle rehab at Cape Canaveral. She's also the one who helped me lose a purity point very, very few have ever lost. Gorgeous undersized redhead. Enthusiasm of a bonobo. She owned a waterbed.)
Anyway, the dream: I never did find it. I found a weird AirSoft rifle, which I think is a kind of BB gun, this in poorly-done camoflage, brand new, but with a weird poofy stock. I never did find the hunting rifle, but that may be because we don't own one.
I also dreamed that I was trying to park my car, but the brakes wouldn't hold on a hill. The car was bigger than the one I own, and bright blue, more like a pickup truck. I had a moped in the back, but it must have been a weird moped made by Dean Kamen or something because it couldn't fall over.
I parked the truck, and took out the moped, at which point the truck started to slide down the hill. It hit another car, gently, and pushed it out into the road. I looked to see if anyone noticed, then jumped into the truck and put it back up the hill and pulled harder on the parking brake. I looked back to see the moped sliding down the hill. I can after it and caught it, only to look up and now see the truck, again, rolling slowly and gently down the hill, pushing two vehicles with its prow. Then I woke up.
Super weird.
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 06:01 pm (UTC)Technicalities count.
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Date: 2011-07-15 11:48 am (UTC)She's also the one who helped me lose a purity point very, very few have ever lost.
And what was THAT?
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Date: 2011-07-15 04:25 pm (UTC)Technicalities count.