Sometimes alienation and abandonment...
Dec. 18th, 2002 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothI had a dream last night, but it wasn't even remotely interesting. The first part was just a combination of Ratchet and Clank, Kingdom Hearts, and Spellshocked.
The only strange part was near the end, where I'd been transformed into a yellow snake-like creature, and my sister had been turned into Gregor Silverfox. S/he called me into a crate-filled closet and told me I had to go do this questy stuff to get everyone turned back. So I sat on the floor, curled up my legs as if I was still transformed into a yellow snakey creature, and told her that I sort of liked being transformed, and wasn't sure I approved of reversing it. While we were in the closet, we weren't transformed! We were just pretending, and the whole thing was a game.
Then, for some reason, I had an anxiety dream about missing a plane flight that I'd bought the ticket for months in advance, that was very important, but that would interfere with things I'd scheduled since (while forgetting about the plane). So I skipped the flight and instead drove down with my parents, who'd somehow become drug-running anarchists. But since I had no idea that the metamucil and advil my mother planted in my coat was really cocaine or heroin or whatever, I was able to lie convincingly enough that the cops didn't even check. Then we hitched a ride in a boat with a bunch of gypsies...
It ended with me lagging behind a bit because I was carrying so much baggage, then getting into the hotel room to find that ten years had passed, and it was really my apartment, with a message on my answering machine from my sister, who'd fallen into drug-running anarchy while I was walking up the stairs for ten years.
I'm pretty sure I know exactly what these dreams are telling me, but I'm not sure I want to talk about it.
The only strange part was near the end, where I'd been transformed into a yellow snake-like creature, and my sister had been turned into Gregor Silverfox. S/he called me into a crate-filled closet and told me I had to go do this questy stuff to get everyone turned back. So I sat on the floor, curled up my legs as if I was still transformed into a yellow snakey creature, and told her that I sort of liked being transformed, and wasn't sure I approved of reversing it. While we were in the closet, we weren't transformed! We were just pretending, and the whole thing was a game.
Then, for some reason, I had an anxiety dream about missing a plane flight that I'd bought the ticket for months in advance, that was very important, but that would interfere with things I'd scheduled since (while forgetting about the plane). So I skipped the flight and instead drove down with my parents, who'd somehow become drug-running anarchists. But since I had no idea that the metamucil and advil my mother planted in my coat was really cocaine or heroin or whatever, I was able to lie convincingly enough that the cops didn't even check. Then we hitched a ride in a boat with a bunch of gypsies...
It ended with me lagging behind a bit because I was carrying so much baggage, then getting into the hotel room to find that ten years had passed, and it was really my apartment, with a message on my answering machine from my sister, who'd fallen into drug-running anarchy while I was walking up the stairs for ten years.
I'm pretty sure I know exactly what these dreams are telling me, but I'm not sure I want to talk about it.
