Dreams (original) (raw)

Since we didn't have enough gas to run errands yesterday, we came home right after our appointment. Glenn and I spent some time together, had some lunch, and I laid down to read for a while. I got tired pretty quickly, and went to sleep early.

And dreamt just about constantly the whole time. Lots of little vignettes.

One that I know I don't remember, the first one.

The next one I remember was set somewhere where my parents lived (I know this because of the house, but since they've built the same house about 4 times, I couldn't tell city), although they weren't home. Naia was there, and blckwngdorcl was there, in the shower. I was outside, though, and I witnessed, from the ground, two separate plane crashes. One was actually a helicopter, and a ways away. I could see it spinning out of control, but I didn't actually see it crash, because there was other scenery (houses, trees?) in the way. The second one was a little charter-type plane, and it crashed very close to me, in a field, so I saw the whole thing. In real life, I probably would have been hit by schrapnel. I remember running back to the house and yelling at them to call for help, and running back to the plane to try to help people out.

There was a dream where I was driving around with a guy who I'm pretty sure was William Peterson, but since I don't generally watch CSI myself, I couldn't place him, and kept thinking he looked like Richard Dreyfuss, even though I knew that wasn't right. Or maybe he just switched back and forth between the two. Also there was Donald Sutherland. I was driving, Sutherland was in the seat next to me, and Peterson/Dreyfuss was in the back seat. I told Sutherland that my client's wife thought he was hot (true, in real life), and somehow, there came a point where they both had their dicks out, teasing me, or playing around, or something like that. Because I was driving, I didn't do much besides just touch them a bit. Later, they were both really quiet, and I asked them what was wrong, and they said that, even though it hadn't originally been their intention, the playing around had made them horny, and they were disappointed it hadn't gone any further. We were getting close to our destination at that point (some house), so I said I'd see what I could do about that. I wasn't really upset about it, but I wasn't really excited, either. More along the lines of someone having just suggested, "Hey, if you're not doing anything right now, y'wanna go see a movie?" and having that "Sure, I've got nothing better to do, and I do like movies, so I know I'll have a good time when I get there, even though I'm not caring at this point one way or the other" response. So, anyway, I left them in the garage, and went off to do what I needed to do at the house (don't remember what that was), and headed back to grab them to do whatever struck their fancy. I couldn't find them, which was kinda annoying and worrisome. I mean, I said I'd fuck/suck/whatever them, and if they ran off and did something else, it had better not be held against me. So, anyway, Kiefer Sutherland was parked in a convertible in front of the house with a bunch of his friends, so I asked him if he'd seen his dad around, but I can't remember what he said, or what happened after that.

Another dream vignette, and my parents and I were at the house in Warsaw, which they'd recently purchased, or were about to move into, or something. I think they had it up for sale or something. Anyway we were sitting in the car in the driveway, and I think we were about to go in the house, but this chick we didn't know came up to the side door (apparently, she didn't see us, and we kept quiet, to see what she would do), and let herself in with a key. We opened the garage door at that point, and found that she'd been given the key by the realtor, 'cause she was a prospective buyer, and she was coming over to take another look at the place. She'd already decided she wanted it, though, and just loved the place, etc.. My parents, who I think, prior to this, had decided not to sell, changed their minds and decided to let her have the place. I think I was disappointed a little in this, 'cause it was our house, even though none of us lived there anymore.

There was a dream where I was online, in what seemed to be my old bedroom. My cousin was there, and my online dom (who I hadn't seen in FOREVER, which is also true in real life) signed on, and I was trying to IM him, but for some reason, I could only type with one finger at a time (actually, I don't even think it was my finger... like I had to have a tool or something), and it took forever, and he never responded to what little I did type. I was really sad about that, 'cause I really missed him.

In the last dream, I was at a hotel, which was apparently a fancy hotel, 'cause it had a movie theatre inside. Somehow I'd ended up with a member of The Who (possibly prompted by my dream about my online dom, who adores The Who). (He didn't really look like anyone, nor do the pictures on any websites I've just looked at ring a bell. I just knew he was a member of The Who.) Anyway, we had gone to the movies at the hotel together. I was sitting in the row farthest back, to the far right, and he was to my left. Somehow, there was a remote control to the movies, which looked like a computer mouse, which I ended up with. Not sure it was me, specifically, or just whoever ended up in that seat. Anyway, the "movie" turned out to be my channel-flipping, although the rest of the audience didn't know I was controlling it. At one point, there was something concert-like on the TV/movie, and he asked me about some of what I liked, if I'd listened to some particular bands (which I can't remember in my waking hours), etc.. At one point, there was a break in what we were watching, or it was over, or it got boring, or something. Somehow, we ended up on a porn station, or an ad for a porn flick, which showed pretty graphic images. I was sorta sucked in by that, and didn't change the channel, and the audience was sorta shocked into silence. Then there was a general sense of unease, and people started leaving. I realized, as people were standing up, that there were kids in the audience, and had a sense of "oops", but I don't remember if I changed the channel at that point, or just what. My sense of propriety and not wanting to damage children in any way was warring with my sense of not censoring things from anyone, and giving kids the message that sex was bad if it were turned off. (This is a dilemma I haven't fully worked out in my waking life, either.) Anyway, somehow we ended up at the bar, and we were about to leave. It turned out we were in Warsaw, 'cause we were talking about taking a short drive, and all the places we were talking about driving to were close to there. We were gonna go and come right back, for whatever reason. He started to walk to his car, which made me kinda nervous, 'cause I barely knew him, and I wanted to be in control of the car. So, I suggested that I drive, since I knew the area better. He was OK with that, and I went to get my car. Somehow along the way, Neg was there (sigh) and was gonna be going with us. I remember opening his cat carrier, and him jumping right in, and then going out to the car, looking for the guy. I didn't see him, though, and I think I woke up about then.

I don't recall having this many dreams in one night, ever.

If anyone has any thoughts of any of 'em, feel free to comment.