Dreams: Crowd

I dreamed that our next door neighbors were having a construction party to build a windmill in their backyard. Dozens of their guests started coming over the wall and invading our yard. Adults were milling about and at least 20 kids were sitting in rows on the ground. I went out and told them to leave. As they were doing so I noticed that a couple of dogs had jumped the wall and I called to our dog, Rocky, to come in. He didn’t listen (no big surprise, he didn’t listen in real life when he was alive, either) so I went out again and he ran off around the side of the house. I cornered him near a weird side door that doesn’t actually exist and screamed for Steve to let us in. Then the dream flipped and we were in a giant motel room that had a deep desert valley running through it. Steve and some girl Jennifer (one of the guests from the next door neighbor’s group) were way ahead and there were people on horseback behind me who kept screaming, “Jennifer, don’t ride Big Red! Stay off Big Red!” I could see that there was a horse up there with Steve and Jennifer so I started screaming it, too, since I was closer and hoped maybe she would hear me. I somehow caught up with them and Steve was taking photographs of Jennifer. I waited at a little table until I realized I had to start work and told Steve we had to go. He ran out the door and I yelled I need help gathering all my stuff. I couldn’t figure out why my mini camera bag was there on a shelf. It had a book inside it and four onions stacked on top. The whole thing was ruined because the onions were rotting.

Dreams: Dragon

I dreamed last night that I was with my husband, Steve, his mom and his sister in a big modern house with concrete walls and balconies. A severe storm was brewing. Everything was grey: the sky, the house, our moods. Earlier in the day I had heard a news report that there were multiple sightings of an airborne creature in the vicinity, but I hadn’t believed it. I stepped out onto the balcony, watching the storm clouds roll in. Then I noticed a face in the sky drawing closer. It was a grey dragon-head kite with yellow eyes and a skinny-whiskery mustache that flapped in the wind. By the time I called Steve, his mom and sister onto the balcony to share my discovery, the kite had fallen to the ground.

Dreams: Game

I dreamed last night that I was at work and we were playing a game. There was this big, heavy glass container shaped like a squashed hourglass. In each side of the container were two types of biscuits (one in each side.) The object of the game was to shake and shift the container so that one biscuit from each side would travel through the little skinny tunnel in the middle to the other side of the container. If you got one biscuit from each side to move to the other side you could eat the biscuits you moved. Nobody could do it. When it was my turn, I was determined to figure it out. Not because I was feeling particularly competitive, but because I really wanted those biscuits. They were really super yummy, I could tell. Well, I got one biscuit to move to the other side, but then had a problem with the second one, just like everyone else. Examining the thing, I could see that because of the way the biscuits were positioned, there just wasn’t room for the other biscuit to fit once it traveled through the tube in the middle, so I announced that the trick was to shake and shimmy the whole thing to make the biscuits go to the bottom and create room for the second biscuit. I tried it, but then realized that there was a napkin or something over the hourglass. When I removed it, I wasn’t holding the hourglass any more. I was holding a Tupperware container and it had teriyaki stuff in it. We were all freaked out because nobody had moved and it was impossible that someone had switched objects. Unless there was some sort of magic involved. Then I realized I was naked from the waist down and started stealthily trying to put on my pants (because what dream is complete without the part where you realize you’re naked at work, right?)

Dreams (or not): Fingers

I had a dream that I was rehearsing something with a group of about ten people. A fight instructor was teaching us how to use swords. Not rapiers, big heavy, sharp, real swords. I did it wrong and cut two of my fingers. The instructor told me to leave the group and bandage my fingers. Before I left, I looked across the circle of people and Anita held up her hand and showed me that she had cut two of her fingers, too. I felt a little less stupid after that. Thanks, Anita!

Note: I posted this dream on social networking and got this response from Anita:

I did just cut 2 fingers! That wasn’t a dream -You are psychic! It wasn’t a blade it was a kitchen tool called a mandolin & it really hurt!