Rewaking

Dreams 05.09.17

I definitely had another false awakening today. I remember being in a tropical, beachy place. I was once again preparing for something, nothing important I don’t think, maybe it was some kind of recreational activity. I believe I was expecting it to be something I imagined but it turned out much more rustic or amateur.

I was interrupted from all this because I “woke up” in the dream and thought it was already 8:00am, when I would normally wake up. However, in real life I had an early appointment and I already got permission to be late for work so I was going to sleep in just a little. In the dream, I slept in and several times I reawakened thinking I was snoozing on the alarm as usual, except there was no alarm.

When I really woke up and actually looked at the time on my phone, I was surprised to see that it was slightly darker in he bedroom than in the dream and that it was actually 7am. All that time I thought I was snoozing was actually dream time.

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Scenes of Pride, Insecurity, Interruption and Discovery

Dreams 07.12.12

Last couple nights’ recalls were pretty bad. I ended up with bits of seemingly unrelated scenes. Yesterday I completely forgot them but I was rushing to work. Here are the scenes from last night in no particular order of happenstance.

I was walking proudly with a large rolled up poster along a street. The store fronts were all painted brightly. I could see the place I was looking for a few units down. Its facade was painted all yellow, easy to spot. The sidewalk had a few people on it and I was walking off the sidewalk, just off the curb, stepping over sewage drains.

When I got to the store front, it looked dark inside and I reached for the antique style pull door handle – it was locked. I peeked down one end of my poster tube and saw a part of the image and it was Captain America’s head. The entire poster was a print of a Norman Rockwell -sh style oil painted super heroe super collage. I was going to show it to some people at this shop. Not sure if I was there to sell it or make a trade. I just knew that getting it in the shop to show someone would make them very excited and me very fulfilled.

I wasn’t impatient that my fulfillment was delayed, just wanted to figure out what was going on so I looked up and down the street and I saw this girl I work with from another department OD. OD waved hello, she looked excited to see me and started to walk over. I was waiting for her and looked around the street. Then I realized I waited a long time and OD still wasn’t near me. I looked back towards her direction and she and the person who was beside her were no longer there.

I just walked into a house with Emma Stone and her roommate. We had just become new friends so we were open but also somewhat uneasy with each other. This was at a time when her stardom was newfound. Her living room was dim and cosy. She told me she had something to show me. She picked up a piece of fabric from the ottoman and held it up at me, more in the light. “It’s a pillowcase! I got it to match this sweater!” The pillow case was a grey, gradient with a lime green. She was in her blond phase, wearing a finely knit grey cable cardigan. Both were very nice but I guess I thought it weird and crazy to match your pillowcase with your sweater – and it must’ve shown on my face even though I said “Ooh that’s lovely!” Emma has a dissapointed slightly hurt look on her face.

I was working as an assistant for a couple of old time stage actors working a modern artsy play who wasn’t treating them as nicely as they probably should. The biggest perk was their big dressing rooms. The show was to start in an hour and I had preparations to do and also needed to change. I went from the diva’s room to the divo’s (what’s a male diva?).His room was painted all yellow. There was one lamp only so the room was awash with a warm tone. As soon as I entered the room I stripped off my pants and began to head up the stairs on the left where I would make preparations for the show in the room above. Then I heard a noise in the corner of the yellow room. I had not noticed the divo sitting at his dressing table, facing the mirror. His back was turned to me and I could not see his face.

I was climbing out of a room, crawling out really. I snuck up to this small trolley in the white hallways, it had multiple open top bins on it filled with marijuana. I looked at the bins and picked up a small nugget. Then I dashed across the hallway into a room that was my bedroom and I slammed the door shut. I was looking around wondering how I would smoke this tiny little nugget to relax and chill on my own for a bit. Should I roll in in a cigarette? Or maybe there was a bong around?

I was sitting on the floor with a leather couch seat as my working surface, looking around. Then my dad burst into the room and started a rant about how I shouldn’t smoke. I think he was talking about cigarettes. He didn’t see my little nugget but part of me was a little afraid he would find out anyways.

Sorta Deja Vu

Dreams 07.04.12

I was doing my regular morning routine, making coffees and toast, packing my lunch. However our kitchen was a much darker color. It had the same layout just greyer and not much light for the morning. I distinctyly remember going into a big tupper wear and grabbing a few handfuls of a m&m and pretzel mix to bring to work.

Then instead of going to work I went to a chinese restaurant to pickup my grandma. I was supposed to take her somewhere. When I got to the restaurant I approached the table where some family members were. My aunt (sumsum) was one sitting one seat to the right of my grandma and grandma was in the corner. I didn’t notice what other family members were there. I squeezed in behind my sumsum’s seat and grandma turned around to greet me except she wasn’t really what my grandma looked like. She was like a mix between my old aunt from my mom’s side (yee ma) and my real grandma from my dad’s side (ah ma). She was also dressed more like yee ma would be dressed. She saw me, smiled and was about to get up from her seat. I stopped her and said I had to go to the washroom. So I squeezed behind sumsum’s chair to make my way out to the hallway.

I walked along looking out for the door to the ladie’s room. Even though I didn’t walk very far, it seemed like forever before I glimpsed the sign on the door just outside of the corner of my left eye.

Then I woke up from the alarm.