Head Movies

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I haven't written about any of my crazy dreams lately, and they have been pretty crazy.

So, I've got a few recurring dreams / themes over the years. One of them is the "taking the place of the person in danger" one that I sometimes have. The other recurring one is the "ditched at the altar" one. This dream always manifests in the same way: I'm about to get married. I have an awesome dress. The guests file in. I realize that I either don't have a fiance, or he's dead, or he's not going to show, and it's all for nothing. (One time the fiance was John Lennon. I had a white dress with red embroidery, and I was waiting for the ceremony, when someone told me that John Lennon was, in fact, already dead.) At the end, I decide that I like the dress and I want to have a party.

This dream repeats in different forms every few years, and I had it again this morning.

In this one, my family had rented, not a hall, but an entire gothic mansion for my wedding. My Dad was still alive in the dream. The mansion was huge, with hundreds of rooms, some of them hidden. Secret passageways, historical documents hidden inside, antiques everywhere. Clothes hanging up in closets and such. From one of these closets, I picked my wedding dress. It was a purple gothic thing, with tons of laces. There were photographers everywhere, hundreds of guests and whatnot. Big round tables, intricately carved, in the reception room. Masses of flowers and a big old cake and everything.

And then, as usual, I was like, "Oh, snap. There's actually no one to marry." Then there was a brief moment of panic, like, "What am I going to do with all these guests? How humiliating. Maybe I'll just wait at the altar anyway?" And then, as is always the case in this dream, I decide that, well, seeing as how we're set up for a party anyway and I'm all dressed up, we might as well continue the celebration.

So that's what I did. In one dream, I brought out a trampoline. In another, there was a gaming night. In this dream, last night's (or this morning's – or by the time I post this, yesterday morning's,) I decided to A) call a "photogaphy party" and B) run around and explore the mansion behind the backs of the staff.

So I got out my camera, and everyone else got out theirs, and we all started running around. I was determined to see every room there was. Every corner. Every hidden passage. Open every last door. (Now that I'm thinking of it, there are always tons and tons of doors in this dream; some barred, some barely open, some wide open.)

So first I was going into the opened doors. I took pictures of everything. I posed for pictures in my awesome dress, next to the fantastic windows with amazing views over the ocean. Then, I started breaking down the locked doors. For some of them, I had to find a hidden lever. Some of the doors were in the floor and I had to drop down into secret rooms. I dodged around kitchen staff, and went behind backs of butlers etc.

At one point, a few guests and I were spotted going into a secret room, and an alarm went off. All these mansion-staff people started yelling, and saying that we had sprung the trap. Then wine started to flow along the floor, chasing us. I realized that the wine was electrified and if it touched out shoes, we would get a shock. So we ran from the wine which flowed faster and faster – but as we were running, we were all laughing. It was scary, actually, that the electric wine was right on our heels, but we were all laughing. (I don't know who the others were. Random people.)

Here's the funny thing. Then my dog woke me up. It was around 5:30 AM and I got up to go to the bathroom and re-apply lip balm (I do this about once a night. It's an addiction. I use raw shea butter. Anyway!) Then, I went back to bed and I loved the mansion so much, that I rented it again for a continuation of the dream!

But, this dream was a tad less exciting. I couldn't find the awesome, voluminous dress. Many of the guests had left. I did manage to find a Victorian lacy top and long, fluttery skirt. I decided that I would buy it. So I put it into a box and left the mansion.

When I went outside, it was dark; the parking lot was wet from rain. I was no longer outside of the mansion, but outside of a strip mall. The strip mall included an old Hallmark store, a grocery store, and a dentist. I thought, "I'm not covered for dental; I can't even afford to go in there."

I went to my car and my Dad was waiting there for me. He said, "Be careful on your way home and make sure you don't get any more flat tires."

That's about all I can remember.

I can glean some subconscious info from this recurring dream, but not all of the symbolism. This dream always starts out exciting, then turns to that moment of panic, then turns into a fun kind of game with awesome clothes. Once in a while I wake myself up laughing. What even IS that?

Yup, so that was my head movie from last night.

What other news? Oh, there is a pool again! YAY, YAY. It's not set up yet. We have to see if the old filter will still work, and replace a part. It's a small pool, but I think it fits very well. Maybe I'll even get to go into it before the season ends. It has been hot as balls in the last week, but tonight, it's cool. That "mid-august" evening cool, that makes you dread the end of summer, you know.

Two more Hula classes and then I'm done until the Autumn classes begin. Don' t know yet when that might be, though.

I think that's about it. One of these times, I have to make a list of the songs I hear at work. I know how dull that sounds, but it's actually quite fascinating, I promise. ^_^