This morning I had the most ridiculously obvious dream, but it was so intense that I need to write it down.
It begins with me on a beach in Southold about, maybe ten years ago or maybe more. I know it was a long time ago because I was on the beach with friends I would have been with way long ago. Since this dream
seems to be is clearly about time (and what it does, or what we do with it and what I guess I specifically wish I could do with it,) I have to point out "where" it begins and where it goes. It's so obvious in retrospect. Subconscious, why must you act the fool? I
know these things, jesus christ. No need to beat me over the head with the Obvious Bat.
So I'm on the beach with friends, and I decide that I'm going to take a kind of rip-tide home. In the dream, there's a rip-tide that I know goes through the underground, through caves, over bridges, under bridges, all over the damn place, but it leads me home. And I decide to do that instead of getting a ride, or driving. My friend tells me, "The last time you went with the tide, you had a kayak. This time you don't even have a raft. I think it's dangerous."
"I've got this," I tell her. And I hold up an old, ratty, torn grey blanket. It's not even big; it's like the size of a stupid bath towel. "This will hold me afloat."
So I jump into the rip-tide and start riding it. It's exciting, exhilarating even, like body-surfing (which I used to do a lot,) and warm . Soon it takes me into this underground tunnel, and everything goes dark. The rip-tide starts to move really fast (think: escape from the island in RE4, only without a boat, and darker.) I start thinking, "This is going way too fast. And I can't see what's coming next. And I can't
remember what was in my way last time." So I hold onto my ratty blanket with one hand and put the other one out in front of me, this way if I run into any, like, huge rocks or walls, or stalagmites on the way, I can break through them with my palm instead of going face-first into them. Now, it's not exhilarating, but dangerous and unpredictable in the dark water. Also, really cold.
Finally there's a Light At The End Of The Tunnel, and in the middle of all this quick-moving water is an old house. Kind of looks like one of the cabins my family used to own in upstate NY. The water flows right through it and I think, "Hey, I remember this. There's a way back home through here." So I let the tide whisk me up to the door, then I bang the door open with my palm and start riding the water through the house. There's a guy in the next room sitting on an old, dirty couch, watching TV and smoking a bowl. O_O He looks like one of the bad guys from Dexter, maybe. The water is just about waist-level to him but he doesn't seem to mind. He gives me a funny look as I go towel-surfing by but doesn't comment. I take the water upstairs (screw physics,) and go out the upstairs door. Now I can see the bridge home, 105. But, as it always is in my (rare) dreams about my town, it's FRIGGING HUGE, a towering draw-bridge hundreds of feet over deep water. And the bridge itself is a waterway. Not a nice, gentle one, but bubbling with turbulence. I'm thinking, "Holy christ, I will never be able to navigate that water. It's going to pitch me right over the side. I know I remember another way! But, I'll have to go through that stoned guy's house again, and something about him feels wrong."
I don't see any other logical choice, so I swing back around (one-way tide, what?) and go through his door again. This time he's got two other guys on the couch with him and I ask them, "Hey you guys, so I remember years ago there was an easier way through this turbulence. Can you tell me which way that is?"
The first stoned guy says, "You have to go upstairs and go out the door on the right instead of the left. There will be two water slides and one of them will take you to the lower bridge which is easier."
"Thanks," I say. "And, sorry for busting through your door. I honestly thought this house was empty."
He says, "Don't worry about it. Most people come surfing through here thinking that it's a spa and they're going to find a sauna."
I start thinking how nice that would be – a relaxing spa, a sauna, getting out of this crazy water. This rip-tide riding was a bad idea. And I realize that time has passed.
Lots of time, and I've just been riding around in this crazy water. People are going to wonder were I am.
I thank the guys and ride up on the stairs again, this time taking the other door. I emerge on the other side in a water-park way high above the town, with lots of people lined up to take the water-slides. This isn't travel for them, but recreation. No one's walking. Like me, they're all floating on something. Most of them have actual floats, and all of a sudden I realize how stupid it was to set out with nothing but a stupid grey towel. But, at least the water here is still. So I get in line, floating behind a bunch of folks waiting their turn.
And I wait. And wait. And frigging
wait. Hours go by and finally I just let loose. "WHAT THE
HELL IS THE HOLD UP HERE?! I was supposed to be through this already, like,
hours ago! And here I am hanging around, and this water is getting dirty and gross with all these people in it. Can't we move this along? Jesus, why did the line stop?!" I look to my left and see two ticket-windows for the water-slides. There are two women behind the glass (also floating in the water) and the one for my water-slide puts a sign in her window saying "CLOSED" with some indecipherable reason written underneath. Now I'm really pissed off. Like, this water-slide has been closed all these
years and no one bothered to tell me? The other people on line start grumbling, one saying that he's missed a Bon Jovi concert because of the holdup, another guy saying that he missed a Jonas Brothers concert. (O_O )
I'm still pissed and I yell, "You know what, EFF THIS, I waited here all this time, and now how am I supposed to get home? No cell phone, no land line, I don't have the keys to my car (and when I said it, I pictured the keys to my old car, my beloved Shinigami) and
there's no way in hell I'm going back to do this all again!"I start to consider that the only way to go is over the turbulent water bridge, and I'll just have to deal with the danger.
Then, literally, I got bored and woke myself up. Not angry, or afraid to go on, just full-on bored.
My brain, she has no need for subtlety and she spits on in, PTOOEY.
My last two dreams have been equally intense and lingering. You know those dreams that stick to your brain like peanut butter to the back of your throat. Except, all damn day. The one I had the night before was about Dad, Disneyworld, hospitals and other things. It bothered me and I didn't like it. But there was one funny part in that dream and it was when I was in this big building in Disneyworld, trying to get to the top floor. There were no stairs, but they advertised these rooms to take you to the top. "The magic of flight!" the signs said. "Don't use your legs to climb stairs, let our newfangled rooms take you there – LEGLESS." And I said, to no one, "Please. That's just called an elevator. You can't trick me."
Seriously, some nice, stupid, floaty dreams, please. Or even better, one of my exciting adventure ones that inspire me to write like a demon. One of my "character in distress – I must figure this out!" dreams that lights the fire in my brain for the rest of the day. I love those. That's the one I want next.
Anyway, so since I was a good girl today and I did much of what was on my to-do list (laundry, homework, study, phone call, dishes,) instead of spending
five hours on tvtropes.com like I did yesterday, I decided to, uhh, go to tvtropes.com and see if I couldn't trope myself. Not my story, but myself. That website has got everything covered and I think we all fit into real life examples of that sometimes. Does anyone care to join me? Sounds like fun, right? Well, to me. Here are my tropes.
I think I can be a little
mama bear, once in a while. Most especially over my three cousins, but even to the Kung Fu kids. I never let them wait for their rides alone, and on the few occasions that someone has messed with the Kung Fu kids at the academy, I guess I don't take it lightly. I did kind of chase a guy away from one of the young students once, outside of the school. I don't qualify as
badass normal, but
I do know Kung Fu, so within the last few years, I did kind of
take a level in badass. Maybe I
minored in asskicking. And I am most definitely a
Kick Chick. But really probably more of
a medic.Either way, my choices are always
chaotic good.Would love to be
tall dark and bishoujo, but, meh, alas and all of that. On the other hand, my life has definitely taken a turn for the
josei. And definitely
silly rabbit, romance is for kids.I guess I can be a little
tsundere.
I am a HUGE user of
heehee you said X,
your mom,
That's What She Said, the Unusual Dysphemism, and
If you know what I mean.I'm a frequent user of aposiopesis
so, yeah. God, please don't click on all of those links. What a pain in the ass. :)
Oh, and,
completely having fun in this comment thread. I love when this kind of conversation takes place on my own LJ. :D