Giant pot brownie
Only reason I can guess this came up was we saw a snippet of a movie last night where a couple had small ones they were eating. I don't remember faces and have no idea who was a part of this brownie-fest. Also don't remember a part where we got around to eating it. Just the brownie. Having never had one, was kind of curious how my dream was going to interpret everyone's reaction to it. Oh well...
Large house. Bright yellow walls in this one. Two stories. Lots of people sitting around on various types of furniture. A few people are actually engaged in face to face conversation. Everyone else is plugged into cells phones or computers. B tells me that of you go up to the plugged in people and whisper "zombie" to them that they'll transform into zombies. He goes first and sure enough, person drops their phone and starts going all eat your face zombie. Then for some reason I think this is a keen idea and start whispering it to others so we get a good horde going. Unfortunately, we started downstairs. B insisted that we needed to turn folks upstairs too, but I pointed out if we go upstairs we'd be trapped and should make for the nearest exit NOW!
Don't think we made it out. I remember being grabbed my several hands just as I was lunging for the door.
Happy Thanksgiving, Zombies. And you're welcome.
First:
Walking into the formal dining room in a house unfamiliar to me. The walls were a dark mustard yellow (ew?). A large solid, dark, hardwood table was in the middle of the wpm. A small chandelier above it. No chairs on the room. The from wall faced out the front of the house with windows where you could see trees in the owners yard and the house across the street with trees behind it. Years and trees were very green. East wall also had some windows. South was solid. West took you out of the room back into the hall.
I remember climbing onto the table and lying down, starting out the front windows into the yard and house and woods beyond. Then awake.
Second:
Starting at a google maps level of TRF though I wasn't starting at a map, just happened to be looking down on the earth at it from way up high. Zoomed in and find myself driving on a highway 5. I was on the phone with someone trying to get directions to somewhere. Then awake.
Third:
Just remember a face; Rebecca, a cousin of a guy I went to grade school with. Hope she's ok.
Had a dream that a bunch of the druid group members were glomped into kind of a puppy pile curl up nap fest. Twas a warm happy place.
Another night of broken dream pieces:
Tina was standing before the bonfire, dagger raised and chanting. Energy fills everyone. Next we are all gathered inside her house; I recognize only Tina, Chris, Amanda and Jensen. We're sitting around laughing and talking after the ritual. Next I am curled up on a couch in the living room. I'm covered by a blanket. I'm.. naked under that blanket. I can see it, even though the blanket is there. Yay 3rd party observation view! Also asleep. There's a large, warm fire in the fireplace. Folks are still sitting and standing around talking like it's not a big deal I'm curled up naked on the couch under that wool blanket.
Last thing remembered. Kind of tame in the grand scheme of dreams, but still better than nothing.
Sadly content of this one could be a lot more interesting, but bf's alarm going off at o-gods-thirty kind of ate it.
Apparently to become a werewolf, one of the ways now involves your ability to take pictures of the different stages of a live werewolf transforming... and survive the picture taking process. Once you get this collection of pictures on a card-like deck and review them intently, your own transformation begins.
This is what I get for reading Hemlock Grove right before bed and the transformation scene description. Normally what I read/watch before bed doesn't transfer over into dreams, so last night was a neat exception.
Called in dead today. After being sick last week on top of having to work my queue at D by my lonesome, I needed a day off. This meant getting to go back to sleep. Of course this means I have the most incredible headache from not eating since about 9 last night, but I say the dream was worth it.
A HS friend of mine Ashley and I were at a school that wasn't the one we grew up going to, but in the dream was ours. Apparently our reputations (at least in the dream world) had gotten out about being exceptional dancers. Bruce Willis was in town shooting a musical he was producing and came by the school to see if we would be interested in doing choreography for a few of the numbers. We were more voluntold than asked, but it wasn't like either of us were going to turn him down.
After some confusion about when and where we were supposed to meet up with him and the dancers, we figure best place is to meet up at the school (us and the hired dancers) and then we'll take chartered buses to the rehearsal location. It was already late afternoon getting into evening, but he wanted to start right away.
While waiting for everyone to arrive, I remember wandering about the school. It was much nicer than mine back in the woods and had a huge stage for theatre as well as small auditorium-like rooms for classes; the smaller theatre classes actually had little stages in the middle of their mini- auditorium. I settled my way into one of those.
A group of students were preparing for a play. I went from being observer to actor during some points of it. The details now are a bit fuzzy, but there was a woman who was being what appeared to be a witch for help. Everyone was in fantasy/medieval-ish garb. As the woman was passing to the witch with on top of an old hill with a ragged stone arch atop it, what perhaps were the woman's hand maidens stiid to the side in the dimmed light looking on. On the other side of the hill was a young man on a bench at table drinking from a tankard and for awhile, quietly listening.
The witch agrees to what the girl is requesting, though what that was had already left me; the dialogue is always hardest for me to remember. The spotlight focuses in on the witch and dims as she begins her work. I remember her pulling some kind of thin, rope-like vine from the stone arch as part of her spell and smelling cinnamon. Other ingredients she gathered from the top of the hill that were a part of nature, but anything she had brought with her; can't remember other specifics. As the witch was making herself ready to cast her spell upon the thankful girl, the young man from the other side of the hill spoke up in his drunken stupor, chastising the girl for what she was about to do. At this point I found myself sitting on the bench next to him and giving him a very hard glare. The girl up top simply tried to shush him and remind him that this was her choice. After some more grousing, he finally went back to mumbling into his ale.
I didn't get to see how everything ended unfortunately. Woke up just after that and it being 3 in the afternoon, it was about time I got on with my day off. Hope things worked out for the girl, though, whatever she was wishing for.
First was... interesting. In this one you could apparently use a third person as a focus for sexual energy. Set up included three people, two physically touching each other in some way, one touching each of the two physically on some way.
"Some way" it's open to any kind of interpretation that works best for you. The focus poison not only channels their own energy into the other two people, but receives and pushes out the others energy; kind of like a circuit. By adding the third focus person, all senses are heightened making physical touch a nearly constant, instant, intense pleasure that doesn't end until contact is broken.
I will freely admit I've never been a part of a threesome and honestly I rarely have dreams that involve sexual anything at all. Though saying this as I blush, last night's dream was at least fun in the dream world ;-)
Second dream... no bueno. Chris and Cat have this huge wooden mansion out in the country; not the first time I've dreamed about them having this place. It's unfortunately completely run down, the wood is brittle and rotting and the whole place is entirely unstable. But they call it home and as friends, we go to visit.
I only remember a small portion, but I believe we were there for some kind of party and we're also going to help fix up the place a bit. The party was happening on the roof of the house which was also connected for some odd reason to a massive barn. The patio area was small and if you wanted more space, you were out waking on the house roof or barn roof.
At some point Cat goes out onto the barn roof to get around beneath the patio and the whole barn structure begins to shift. She's not the only one out there. We're able to bring a few people in to the patio, but Cat and another lady (don't remember her face) fall. Then the barn collapses on top of them.
Cat is JUST outside of the edge of the barn wall when it falls, narrowly missing her. Those of us on the house roof/patio actually caught one wall side and see holding it up trying to keep it from continuing to fall. Cause... apparently we can do that. The other lady unfortunately isn't as lucky. The end away from the house came down on her head so all you get is a scene of head under barn wall with read of body sticking out. My guess is she didn't survive as there was a lot of blood, but unfortunately alarm went off and ended it.
Fri 11/8 night:
In garb. Lying on the edge of a constantly rotating massive stadium, just letting its turn carry my along. At some point I hop down walking down a set of stairs to an arena where friends are waiting; can't remember faces. I'm needing to put on some boots, but apparently there's some specific order that has to be: hose, ankle brace, hose, boots. And I keep messing it up and having to take it all off and start over. Over and over again. Everyone gets really impatient and put out. I get super frustrated and angry because it's a simple thing that should be easy to do right the first time. Dream ends, still didn't get it right.
Sat 11/9 night:
Many dreams, only remember a couple now. One is of being in HS with fools I went to school with, but also with some co-workers from my current job and the managers and upper management. We're in a class room where I'm proposing that we need everyone to take short quizzes to see where they currently fail in skill level for grammar and spelling. After doing audits on case logging and emails to customers, some were terrible. Management agrees this would be good so I start writing examples on the board of what I've seen, then music starts playing out of nowhere. I first thought it was the projector, but it turned out to not be on. Music finally stops and I go back to slashing, then bell rings for class to let out. As I'm gathering up my things, a rose whose petals have madly been pulled off is on my desk with my stuff. I gather it and the fallen petals up and throw them in a trash. On her way out, my old co-worker Angela hands me a dying red rose and walks out. End dream.
Next I'm a part of a dance troupe. The dream starts with a tap dance number. Everyone is probably mid-grade school age. I'm looking late middle school. The number ends and we change shoes into ballet slippers; mine are non-point shoes. We do the number, the crowd applauds and starts to disperse. Our dear and shoes are strewn about everywhere after the performance. I find my grade, but can't seem to locate my slippers. I start going around trying on pairs that I see lying around trying to find mine, thinking someone may have grabbed them on accident. Most don't fit or are point shoes I can't wear. I finally come across a purple pair that are like those old gel shoes material from when I was in elementary school. I raised up on my tip toes on them an was able to stand point with no pain. My instructor saw me and came over and said congrats, that I could now move up to point shoes. Dream ends.
When I was a young girl in dance, I had taken every flavor they offered back home. I was good enough to even me in the 13+ age group when I was 11; talk about shortest kid in the class. But when the day came for us to all sit on the floor in ballet and have the instructors tell us if we could move on to point, I was told my feet were not shaped correctly and they wouldn't even let me try. I remember offering to break my feet into whatever shape they needed. They laughed it off, but I was serious. I had really wanted to be in The Nutcracker some day. I was devastated. I never went back. My spirit was broken at the news and I never danced again. Stupid and childish at the time, but mom said it was my choice. Now? I wish I hadn't stopped. It was one of the few things in life I was truly good at. The owner and primary instructor had told me some day I was going to be an amazing choreographer. At 11 I had helped choreographer a lot of the routines we (my class) performed at our yearly "to do" in from of about 2000 people. Felt amazing.
Alas...
Viking warriors and shield maidens line the field, shields and weapons at the ready. Fierce looks don their faces as a surge of energy moves through the horde with the rise of their battle cries. They know that death is always a possibility, but do not fear it as they will then join their Brothers and Sisters is Valhalla and feast with the gods. The battle is coming...
As always, there's more, but just out of memories reach. What I do recall is a huge pallet made of layer upon layer of furs and sheep skins; enough to keep even the coldest Viking Warrior or Valkyrie warm. Wasn't much in the way of clothes and the furs felt good against my bare skin. I felt at home.
Lots of dreams. Do I remember them? Of course not. Was seduced by the warm blankets and snuggling kitties telling me it was too cold outside their shelter to reach for my phone and update. About all that's left is a flyer that was for a Halloween party in a house I've never seen before where the pictures and puerile on the flyer moved like you could see them doing their thing at the party. Kind of neat. Jessica was there. Sadly nothing else to report.
First the possibility of learning to dance again, next... don't remember now. Third a gathering where you're asked what scares you most then taken through a property with a huge house and outdoor setup where they hire actors to actually play out your worst fears for you.
Because there's much worse fears, I told them one that is indeed a fear, but not my worst; letting down friends and not being there when they need me most. So as we're lead through this house, we see many fears played out and watching to see who reacts most to them finding out who they belong to. It was a huge house I'd never been in before; pastel yellow paint with white trim... before the lights went out. After we were done with the house horrors, we were leaf out to a massive wooden deck structure where they continued. We finally got to mine where I had to watch actors resembling a few friends be killed by attackers and I was restrained and powerless to stop them. It hoovered, as I knew it would. Then we continued on.
Alarm time.
My friend Jeff and his family were moving. They were living in a house I always identify in my dream as my cousin's old house, though it's not. Other friends I've dreamed have lived in this house before. It's full of secret nooks to stash things and passageways. Jeff already has tons of stuff. Glad he doesn't live in a real place like this or we'd never find it all to move. Was fun trying to remember all the different hiding spaces that people/stuff could fit into, though! Haven't seen this dream house in years. Good stuff.
