A week of dreams
Jun. 23rd, 2012 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davidnI haven't had such an unbroken sequence of dreams like this for a very long time. Usually I'll go for ages without remembering one, and then my brain will suddenly open up the Book of Revelation - but over the last week I've had constant tiny scenes.
The trouble is that none of them seemed to make much sense or were particularly worth mentioning on their own. Luke from the Professor Layton games trying to cut my hair with clippers when I wasn't looking, because it was too long at the back. TV chef Gary Rhodes releasing an album "Gary Rhodes sings Garth Brooks" (and I had to look up the name Garth Brooks after I woke up just to make sure that I hadn't made him up). In amongst all this, there was a quite remarkable meta-dream in which I was venturing into a white-walled labyrinth of rooms, accompanied by the members of Gamma Ray with their crap-looking laser guns made in MS Paint. I remember something about having to hunt down the only thing in the maze that wasn't real, therefore stopping the dream... though all I actually remember seeing was a room full of dogs and an alcove with picture frames on the walls like an art gallery.
The longest one happened just after Whitney had had to renew her ID card in real life. In the dream, we were outside on a large slab of concrete, and we knew that the police were coming round to inspect people's identity cards - she kept telling me that we should use hers instead of mine, but she wouldn't tell me why.
Then we were suddenly in my parents' house during the night, but the scenario of the dream hadn't changed - I heard the sound of the doorbell, thought that it was the police arriving to do the inspection and went to answer the door. Outside there were a couple of large threatening Nigerian men who obviously weren't policemen (and I feel I should apologize for my subconsciousness's incredible racism at this point) - as soon as I opened the door, one of them forced his way in and walked into the house, talking about having to look for things that might be insecure, but obviously looking around for things that they could steal.
I acted normally, pretending I wasn't aware of the trickery, and they eventually left, but somehow I knew that they'd left someone behind somewhere in the house so that he could let them back in later. I started looking in all the rooms, and the search didn't take me long - one of them was hiding behind the sofa in the study, with his wooly hat poking out from behind it, and the glow of a candle making his position obvious in the otherwise dark room.
I retreated as soon as I saw him, and covered up my discovery by saying "Your aunt's left her candles out in the study again", hoping that he would hear me and think he hadn't been seen. I remember trying to retreat upstairs and call the real police, but I kept on dialling 911 instead of 999, and when I got through to them I realized I couldn't remember the address of my parents' house, and had to guess 1779 Watertown Street...
The trouble is that none of them seemed to make much sense or were particularly worth mentioning on their own. Luke from the Professor Layton games trying to cut my hair with clippers when I wasn't looking, because it was too long at the back. TV chef Gary Rhodes releasing an album "Gary Rhodes sings Garth Brooks" (and I had to look up the name Garth Brooks after I woke up just to make sure that I hadn't made him up). In amongst all this, there was a quite remarkable meta-dream in which I was venturing into a white-walled labyrinth of rooms, accompanied by the members of Gamma Ray with their crap-looking laser guns made in MS Paint. I remember something about having to hunt down the only thing in the maze that wasn't real, therefore stopping the dream... though all I actually remember seeing was a room full of dogs and an alcove with picture frames on the walls like an art gallery.
The longest one happened just after Whitney had had to renew her ID card in real life. In the dream, we were outside on a large slab of concrete, and we knew that the police were coming round to inspect people's identity cards - she kept telling me that we should use hers instead of mine, but she wouldn't tell me why.
Then we were suddenly in my parents' house during the night, but the scenario of the dream hadn't changed - I heard the sound of the doorbell, thought that it was the police arriving to do the inspection and went to answer the door. Outside there were a couple of large threatening Nigerian men who obviously weren't policemen (and I feel I should apologize for my subconsciousness's incredible racism at this point) - as soon as I opened the door, one of them forced his way in and walked into the house, talking about having to look for things that might be insecure, but obviously looking around for things that they could steal.
I acted normally, pretending I wasn't aware of the trickery, and they eventually left, but somehow I knew that they'd left someone behind somewhere in the house so that he could let them back in later. I started looking in all the rooms, and the search didn't take me long - one of them was hiding behind the sofa in the study, with his wooly hat poking out from behind it, and the glow of a candle making his position obvious in the otherwise dark room.
I retreated as soon as I saw him, and covered up my discovery by saying "Your aunt's left her candles out in the study again", hoping that he would hear me and think he hadn't been seen. I remember trying to retreat upstairs and call the real police, but I kept on dialling 911 instead of 999, and when I got through to them I realized I couldn't remember the address of my parents' house, and had to guess 1779 Watertown Street...
