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Jan. 30th, 2004 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cybermuleArse - I had 4 dreams to post, but I forgot 2 of them :( And there I was thinking I'd done so well to remember. Dreams are tricksy things :(
Oh well - I remember last night's dream really well, as I was stuck in an airport building and I couldn't work out where I was supposed to be connecting to - maybe Toronto, maybe Paris, maybe Amsterdam. It was a tiny little airport - I think it was supposed to be in America somewhere. I couldn't read either my ticket or the display screens - out of the corner of my eye, they'd look fine, but when I tried to look at them directly, the letters would kind of melt and turn to gibberish, like some sort of alien-asian hybrid hieroglyphs. I can remember being surprisingly unbothered by not knowing where I was going, except I hated being stuck in the terminal, which was full of white and orange plastic. I didn't care that I might miss my flight, I just kept trying to leave - I thought if I walked out into the desert, I would come to where I wanted to be. That was the exact phrase that kept going through my head, and when I asked a woman (maybe the oracle from the Matrix?), she said the same thing. But every time I stepped out of the terminal, the light was excrutiatingly white-bright, and I couldn't see (reminds me of the mini-blizzard the other day). Eventually I just thought "fuck this" and walked out into the bright light, and the dream ended.
The other dream was unclear - I mostly remember having a long conversation with my dad. I was trying to tell him my mom had had an affair, but it was really hard cos he kept saying how great she was, and how he'd be heartbroken if she left him.
Like I said, the other two are lost in the mists of memory. Should have written them down :(
Oh well - I remember last night's dream really well, as I was stuck in an airport building and I couldn't work out where I was supposed to be connecting to - maybe Toronto, maybe Paris, maybe Amsterdam. It was a tiny little airport - I think it was supposed to be in America somewhere. I couldn't read either my ticket or the display screens - out of the corner of my eye, they'd look fine, but when I tried to look at them directly, the letters would kind of melt and turn to gibberish, like some sort of alien-asian hybrid hieroglyphs. I can remember being surprisingly unbothered by not knowing where I was going, except I hated being stuck in the terminal, which was full of white and orange plastic. I didn't care that I might miss my flight, I just kept trying to leave - I thought if I walked out into the desert, I would come to where I wanted to be. That was the exact phrase that kept going through my head, and when I asked a woman (maybe the oracle from the Matrix?), she said the same thing. But every time I stepped out of the terminal, the light was excrutiatingly white-bright, and I couldn't see (reminds me of the mini-blizzard the other day). Eventually I just thought "fuck this" and walked out into the bright light, and the dream ended.
The other dream was unclear - I mostly remember having a long conversation with my dad. I was trying to tell him my mom had had an affair, but it was really hard cos he kept saying how great she was, and how he'd be heartbroken if she left him.
Like I said, the other two are lost in the mists of memory. Should have written them down :(
