Monday, 24 September 2012

A film, an evil wizard and a play

I saw three dreams last night. On the first I was working in the making of a film and a prank to my friend's parents, on the second a serial killer lured me to his house and put a spell on me and on the third I was about to get a leading part in a theatre production I did not want to participate in.

The crew was shooting and I was backstage, having nothing to do. Then they wrapped and we were just hanging around all together, when a friend, in whose house we were, decided he wanted to play a practical joke on his parents. I put on his sister's pajamas, put a lamp shade on my head and hid inside her bed. Soon the parents came to the room where I was hiding to kiss their daughter goodnight. They looked at me for a few moments in amazement and then the father said "what an extraordinary height" and "please, would you get up and stand next to him" pointing at his son. It was a very tall family.
After all this the party continued but we could not find the real daughter and we were looking at all the other guests thinking that she might have dressed as somebody else. We found her sleeping in the garden in the morning.

Later, in my sleep, I was at another party and I followed a guy I met there to his house. I got into his apartment but he didn't. I looked outside the door but he wasn't there. I called for him but he did not answer. Then I realized that something was dodgy and I started searching around the house for incriminating evidence but I found nothing. The whole place was slightly messy and I found a huge kitchen knife I took and hid under the bed where I would sleep. I got out on the corridor again and searched under the furniture for the dude that was nowhere. I went back into the house and checked the laundry. There I saw that he was keeping the bodies of young, beautiful people. I decided to try to leave but my mate appeared out of nowhere and informed me that this would be my end too. He had put a spell on me that linked me to him so that he could always find me and kill me when the time would come. I pleaded and begged to remain alive but he was ruthless.
After some time he allowed me to go out on my own and I tried to get some help. I went there with my partner and told the warlock that I did not love him because the one I loved was P., but he did not cave in. I tried to yell and then I started being annoying. I would follow him around, wherever he went to pick up girls and I would say the wrong things and bring disaster. Then  I would ask him if he would set me free but he wouldn't. He went to a small shop that sold sweets and he was chatting there with some old friends of his. I walked in and made a mess. I brought candy down from the selves and pushed things off their positions. Then I stood outside the window looking at him, wishing that he would get tired and release me.

In the last dream I was in the school of Fine Arts and somebody was directing a play. A dance instructor was asked to come over and see some dancers so as to choose the leading lady. I participated just for fun but the rest of the girls starting leaving the practice until I was the last one dancing. The teacher asked to see my body and I showed her. She asked me if I had ever performed as in a John Travolta movie. I said I hadn't but that I knew what she was talking about. She asked me to be there the next day for a rehearsal although I did not want any part in that scheme and by no means the leading part. I was sure I would get stage fright and, in addition to this there were so many lines to memorize that I was sure there was no way I could remember all that. I was sitting on a couch next to a girl that was making a small blue drawing, complaining about all that. The girl dropped the drawing that left a big, blue splash on the sofa and on my clothes. I woke up.  

Friday, 7 September 2012

the chalky indian

In my first dream I saw that I was going somewhere when a tall man covered in white dust passed by me. He was very impressive, all white as he was. He went up some stairs and I was walking behind him but then he slowed down and I decided to jump form the stairs down into the building that looked like a parking lot. There was not enough room for me to do so, though, thus I tried to go a little further and try again but the man stopped me. His face was too close to mine and this made me feel uncomfortable. The chalk had fallen of him now and I could see he was one of those indians with the colorful turbans and the voluminous, pointy mustaches. He looked aggressive. Then we were in a narrow corridor, kissing and cuddling. He lifted me and pressed his genitals towards mine. I felt aroused and hoped that he would penetrate, although at that point I started thinking about intercourse in dreams and how it is always inconclusive. He put me down and turned. I saw his waist and his "gluteus maximus", thinking how nice they all were, despite the fact that I did not know what he had in mind when he took that posture. I observed his skin that was shinny and tanned. 

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

The place were men go to dissapear

I think it all begun on a high-speed road, only it wasn't a real one but one form the set of a soap-opera that had been going on for years. The place was almost vacant; one could see a single actor dressed as a butler here and there, mostly at road-crossings. We got into a false cab and head towards the subway station.
There were many people in the platform, mostly men with gloomy expressions. It was a high-tech station of the kind that has a glass syringe through which the train moves, so that the clients are safe from the gap. This glass tube was filled with floating people, both women and men, with terrible faces full of anxiety, that looked at as as if they asked as to save them from their transparent trap. All along the top of the tube was a complex of screens that projected images of violence and slaughter; raw flesh, bones and blood.
I felt sick in my stomach. We sat down at an empty spot and somebody brought us a blanket. everything was dark and came to great contradiction to the colours at the beginning of the dream, although it was all still rather clear and pristine. The man that was supposed to be my father got up and stood by the wall with the other men. I asked him to go back to us where he would be safe but he said it was too late for him. I stayed on the floor with the younger man that was now in pain and we cuddled. I tried to keep him safe and warm.
I was walking in a crowded city with my sister and some other women. It was night but the whole place was full of neon lights. It was raining and we were under a large umbrella. We passed by a kiosk and a great stream of water came down upon us form a near-by building.
The younger man and I were at some other place now. I think he escorted me home and I introduced him to my boyfriend. [...] We met again and we were cooking lentil-soup. We had to crush some dried bread to make large cups of it to eat the soup. He told me he really liked me and I informed him I felt the same and that we should be together because we would be the perfect couple. I did not know what to do with my life up to that point though. My boyfriend had no idea of the fact that I had fell in love with a stranger. On the contrary, everything was fine between us. How would I take my things and leave? I also wanted the first dog. We had taken in another dog as well, but it was too large and it kept bitting me and I did not want that one.
 We were at a restaurant and I wanted to go upstairs but in order to do this i would have to use an old wooden ladder. I explained that I have a fear of heights and that I would rather get there in some other fashion. The boy suggested that we use a smaller ladder and that we put it on a table so that I could start for a higher point. I said that I am used to climbing upwards only from the right side of things and that if I try to get there form the left side of the room I am sure to fall down and crush my neck. He said it was impossible but did not insist that I try it.
I was outside again at the crowded place and all the dogs had come to find me. Other dogs approached us and I tried to restrain mine so as not to attack the new ones. The large dog was really hard to handle were us my real dog was smaller than it really is in my dream. I took her to the house of my uncle Steven and looked for his dog. I saw that she had been there earlier and that she had pooped several times at various places on the porch and on the yard. I led her outside and started collecting her poo in a plastic bag. Soon I realized it was not large enough and then I remembered that my mother stayed there as well, so I went to her house to get a new plastic bag.
When I woke up I saw my bf and felt relieved that I did not have to leave him for another man. I pressed the snooze button of the alarm clock and fell back into a dream where we were making a Pink Floyd cover out of old, wire hangers.