#dreampire

I was part of a en elite group of special forces. I distinctly remember one man amongst us, at least two other girls. We were dressed like Russian military officers, going to infiltrate a mountain base. We were speaking in Russian. I distinctly remember walking past Thorin Oakenshield, and tackling him, in old friend style. Later on, I see Seneca Crane from Hunger Games. And I started to criticize his fashion sense. He was wearing trousers like Gomez, a little bit short and too wide, and a big gray puffed up poncho, with stylized fir trees on the trim. We were crossing a bridge that was full of people at this point, going both directions.

Suddenly, I see Kylo Ren to my left (part of our group). He says something about how we have to make it to that mountain base. I knew he was there for a cameo, but though the line was entirely flat and they could have given him more or at least better material. So I look up and say to him: `is that all you got?`, meaning both is that the best you can do and is that all they gave you. He looked at me annoyed and displeased. We made it to the mountain base. Got in. I do not recall what happened there.

When evening fell, we went out. We had to be mindful of a basilisk that could strike at any moment, but I do not think our mission was around killing it. It was snowing quite dreamily, but ominously somehow, and we were bracing for a storm, but for the time being it was eerily quiet. I remember thinking `the storm is the basilisk....` because it could strike at any moment and because it was so loud and things moving everywhere, you wouldn't know where it might strike from, and then `and the silence is the basilisk....` because we were waiting for it to strike, it was already there anyway, all the time. I remember equating this with anxiety. Because there's anxiety in the middle of a storm, but also in the silence before it.

After this, a new scene. We are at the end of our `movie`. It is revealed that we were not just special troups, but superheros. We are walking around this folk fair, just winding down, looking at things, talking to vendors. I hear a voice from behind me, one that I recognised as that of a friend of mine that has passed. He was addressing a wlower vendor saying, quite loudly, I thought so that I would hear him `Give me some flowers for the girl who ..(insert a traumatic experience here)..`. I did not turn back for a while, waiting for him to catch up with me. But when I did turn back, it was another man, Viking looking, kneeling before a friend of mine, who has gone through the same trauma, asking her to marry him. I was so disappointed, because he was not my friend, and it had nothing to do with me. So I took another turn about the fair, and headed out toward the entrance.

24/25 June 2021

I was visiting a friend, much older than me. We were out in her courtyard, at a table, beneath some vines. Unbeknownst to me, she had invited my long distance boyfriend over, so we could finally meet. I turned around to see him walk in from somewhere behind me. I was very nervous, I had never seen him before...was I going to li;e him?

He came in a little awkward, a little shy. He was wearing an orange jumper, pretty long, his hands digging in as low as they could, trying to escape the awkwardness. He sad at the table, across from me and next to our friend. He had long hair, caught in dreads, with neon green pieces of fabric going through them. And blue lipstick.

19/20.09.2020

Coming in from the autumn or winter outside, into a 3 story high luxury wooden cabin. We’re 7 or 8 people at least. Keanu Reeves is there, and I feel so safe and reassured seeing him, that after a brief exchange, I push backwards my coat and my backpack and go in for a hug, sneaking in my arms under his unbuttoned overcoat and embracing him. 

Later I tell Susan Serandon about this. For a moment, there’s a hint of jealousy in her. She tells me she had found herself attracted to him but he rejected her, on account of linking him only after she knew him. Apparently, in the dream, this was akin to suddenly finding yourself attracted to someone only after you hear of their bank account or of their social status, so only when you knew you had nothing to lose, when it was an obvious and safe bet linking them. Then she left the memory in the past and told  me that it is a good and encouraging thing that he accepted my embrace.

In truth, I think Keanu was a morphing of two people in my life. One who has been my pillar of stability. And another who has told me even if it sounds illogical, he’d like to be completely accepted before he reveals himself. I think, in this dream, I showed myself that I have...to the best of my knowledge and abilities.

Even though this was a luxurious place, everyone had their sleeping arrangements in the hallway. Someone took the spot I wanted so my father intervened and an even better spot was cleared out for me. We ended up playing a sort of invented board game. made up of all sort of things, including kinder surprise little bikes and stuff. I was mostly observing and helping them move the pieces. The player on the other side of this ping pong like net (in fact a plexiglass screen) for the last round tried to roll in a little car, that almost made it for the whole length and past the net. I asked if I could just grab it and pull it over to my side since it was so close. I was told that wasn’t according to the rules. Then one by one everyone went to bed, and so did I, I think, for I randomly woke up on this other side, to see a text that had made no sound, only vibrated. 

25/26.07.2020

I was looking for a job. A government job. So I was waiting for a taxi that would take me to the area outside town where the government buildings were. Many were black cars from last century. I got on a sports car, also from the last century or maybe even two centuries ago, with another girl. We were both wearing black, corsets and shiny tophats. A little steampunk/vampire. She was a higher ranked official going to work. I kept wondering, if we are both girls, when we get there, who would they assume is the Minister between the two?

13/14.9.19

I was on a train - like I usually am. For some reason, next to a guy from the distant past, who a couple of days prior had sent me a friend request so him appearing in the dream made sense. I had a window seat and he came and sat next to me, with a friend of his next to him. I was chatting with someone, perhaps a sort of train attendant, when he chimes in with an opinion or clarification. I did not really turn to him but said ‘I do not recall us asking for your input’ and carried on. 

Later on we are going through some vegetation, some pathways I knew ran through there, and from the people in my group I had the best recollection of this way. I think I also bragged about my field knowledge and how easy it was to get around. 

Past month updates, for June.

1.Nightmare. I wake up in a bed, cuddling next to a pile of pillows. Only it turns out that was, in fact, the dead body of a relative, in a seated position. I was sleeping over at his wive’s, and she secretly kept him around, didn’t bury him.  I am horrified, disgusted, alarmed etc. In another scene, I am out of the bed, and watch her go to sleep, cuddling next to the dead body. The body is preserved in some way, but still in rigor mortis. at one point it rolls over towards her in a position that looks like they’re kissing. Disgust level through the roof. 

2. Two parts. In the first one, I was in a new apartment, and had a print on my wall, a sort of frame made out of mother-of-pearl squares, blue, with soma spacing between them. I saw sth move there and got closer to inspect. There were about 5 parrots, blue and white etc, who had escaped homes in the neighborhood and took refuge here, where they could be happy.

Then I live with a man, in an apartment. I never see him, but I’m going around the house arranging things, putting stuff in the washer etc. Then his parents move in with us and his mother makes sure we don’t share the same room anymore. She’s none to happy with us being so close.

In another bit, I am watching TV. There’s an interview with Florin Piersic and his son going on, from when his son was 25. It’s on an old TV, the image is sepia. After answering indistinguishable questions, the son proceeds to imitate the sound of squeaky doors, to explain what kind of exercises they’d do in acting classes. He would move from one to another, explaining how this was a small wooden door and the other a heavy metal one, and so on. Then he said he could also imitate instruments, like trumpets, which he did. And then he comes over to me (I don’t know where the 4th wall went) and invited me to dance, saying he could, in fact, imitate a whole orchestra for a song. Which he did, and we danced to some 50′s rock’n roll song, and it was loads of fun.  

7/8 5 19 I was taking my pets to the vet. I had been visiting home, and these 3 hadn’t been there when I was visiting. My parents had taken them away. And I was thinking to myself, No wonder I keep getting all sorts of small pets, I was filling in this void, that would not have been there if these pets hadn’t been removed. 

They were three wild cats. One was a Siberian tiger. A dire tiger, if I may say so, huge. And I’d let them roam free because they were the tamest things around me. I don’t remember its name now, but it had a very fitting, common pet name. Then the other was a black panther. Named Baghera. I’d pick them up in my arms like they were small cats, even though they were large enough to crush me. They didn’t protest, didn’t scratch, they were perfectly docile around me. Then the third one was in a cage, and my mum let it out by accident. Ocy the ocelot. This one was much smaller than the rest, maybe as big as a labrador. But I hesitated to pick this one up. I kind of chased it around the office, but I think I was afraid this one would try to bite and scratch. I was telling my mother off for having let this one out of its cage. By this time, the office hours of the vet were over, and they wanted to close, so I had to impose my will on them that they weren’t off for the day until they see my babies.

This is somewhat of a recurring dream, because I remember another where I was in my room, with three large felines, a line, a tiger that loved belly rubs from me and another I can’t recall right now. But in the one above, I felt some common ground with the Ocelot, there was some connection with it. They all felt like they were me. But this one, although smaller, was unpredictable, not aggressive or scary, but slippery and ... Not completely integrated. There was something wild about it. 

16/17 Mar 2019

She was in line for my passport in a great hall. Something resembling the ComicCon expo halls. I think she already had a passport, but required a stam or a visa. There were only a few people in line, but she felt like the right thing to do was to take a number. She didn’t know where to take the number from, so she walked almost to the entrance, trying to find the info point people. She wanted to do everything the right way, follow exact procedure. By the time she went back, the woman at the stam stall was closing. She tried pleading, saying she just needs a stamp, she was here in time but there was no one to ask where she could take a number from. She pleaded and she felt within her right, like she did what she was supposed to and more, but then she also started exaggerating about it, because she would remember past slights which had nothing to do with this. The woman at the stand worked for the anfp, but it was Ozana, with her black hair and librarian glasses. 

A man stepped up also, he might have been in line as well. I can’t recall if he got his stamp or not, but he morphed into her father. He seemed inexperienced somehow, very young. Tried to appease her with his words but she found him to be clueless, if well-meaning. 

At one point she had to climb up a steep stair, but she could not, with her knees, she knew so. But the two people pushed her up, and she made it, even if she squished her knee when she got up.