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Jun. 8th, 2001 01:52 pmLast night was "odd dream night".
The first one involved being on a mid-sized sailboat with S. and his girlfriend L. (who in the dream wasn't really L., it was some actress whose name I'm forgetting) during a really severe storm I'm sure none of this was sparked by the show I watched right before bed which talked about the Bermuda Triangle (Elvis needs boats), white gales and tsunami and methane pockets that sink ships. Nope. So anyway, we're in the middle of this horrendous storm, and at one point we're about to be slammed into some rocks but somehow S. manages to have that not happen. The storm dies down for a few minutes, and D. and C. and Z. (who have all mysteriously appeared on the boat) and I pile into a life raft-type thing. S. says he's going to stay with the boat, and L. stays with him. And then I see my cat cowering on the deck, I try to grab him and get him into the raft but the other folks with me insist that his claws will puncture the raft and that we can't bring him with us. I argue that my bringing my cat is to me the equivalent of them bringing their kid, and if we're bringing him, then we're bringing my damn cat. Why my cat was on the boat in the first place, I have no idea. At that point I woke up.
Went back to sleep pretty promptly, and this time dreamed that I was standing outside the house I grew up in. My sister and brother-in-law were there, as was some guy I didn't recognize. We were busy trying to put out a fire in the living room with a garden hose, since the fire department said they were too busy to come out. At some point I ended up around back and trying to put out the fire in my old bedroom and rescuing some of my stuffed animals that I'd had since I was a baby.
And then I woke up again. Luckily no more weird dreams after that.
The first one involved being on a mid-sized sailboat with S. and his girlfriend L. (who in the dream wasn't really L., it was some actress whose name I'm forgetting) during a really severe storm I'm sure none of this was sparked by the show I watched right before bed which talked about the Bermuda Triangle (Elvis needs boats), white gales and tsunami and methane pockets that sink ships. Nope. So anyway, we're in the middle of this horrendous storm, and at one point we're about to be slammed into some rocks but somehow S. manages to have that not happen. The storm dies down for a few minutes, and D. and C. and Z. (who have all mysteriously appeared on the boat) and I pile into a life raft-type thing. S. says he's going to stay with the boat, and L. stays with him. And then I see my cat cowering on the deck, I try to grab him and get him into the raft but the other folks with me insist that his claws will puncture the raft and that we can't bring him with us. I argue that my bringing my cat is to me the equivalent of them bringing their kid, and if we're bringing him, then we're bringing my damn cat. Why my cat was on the boat in the first place, I have no idea. At that point I woke up.
Went back to sleep pretty promptly, and this time dreamed that I was standing outside the house I grew up in. My sister and brother-in-law were there, as was some guy I didn't recognize. We were busy trying to put out a fire in the living room with a garden hose, since the fire department said they were too busy to come out. At some point I ended up around back and trying to put out the fire in my old bedroom and rescuing some of my stuffed animals that I'd had since I was a baby.
And then I woke up again. Luckily no more weird dreams after that.