Attack from Plastic Space Fish

There were definitely two dreams. One, before I woke up in the middle of the night. I forgot all of that. The second one I am writing about almost 2 days later so a lot of details are missing but the fantastical nature of the dream I think I can still recall so here it is.

Dreams 10.20.12
I was walking into a village that looked like a medieval diorama or a plastic christmas village sans snow. There was a calm, winding river running through the middle of town with cobblestone streets on each side, lined with toweing evergreens of all sorts. Brick houses of various colors stood along both sides of the streets and there was a stone arch bridge that connected the riverbank.

I stood and took it all in, in awe of the beautiful town before me, not really believing my eyes. Then a silvery blue bubbley space craft hovered down from nowhere, just above the river closer to the opposite bank. The outline of a door traced itself out of the side in light and became an opening. Then a giant green, plasticy fish with huge eyeballs that looked like a massive fishing bait popped out of thin air in front of the opening. It floated in the air, slowly descending upon the river. It continued to float along, above the river’s surface as if it was inside a soap bubble. A couple of other giant plastic fish appeared and did the same along the part of the river flowing away from me. I knew that they were somehow feasting on everything below the surface.

I had a glimpse, a vision of being under the water, watching as all the regular fish and life literally disappearing, just vanishing as the shadow of fish in the bubble drifted past. I ran across the stone bridge towards one particular building. It must’ve been the town office. There was a waiting area with three windows, only one of which was attended. I went up to the attendant and started babbling, warning and complaining that something must be done about the giant fish or else this town will be ruined. The attendant was joined by another officious looking person but instad of hearing what I was saying, they just seemed to be trying to calm me down, as if I was hysterical. I felt frustrated and angry, that they did not care enough about their wonderful little town to heed my warning or even look out the window to see that I was telling the truth.


Dreams 04.03.12 (and more)

We watched Warrior last night with roommate. It was a good movie. Roommate and I made many silly comments and observations throughout and I had moments of missing df in these exchanges. I wish very much that he could have his chance to speak to my husband and that my husband could forgive him. Things would never be exactly as they were but I wish I and husband could have df back in our lives.

I also thought about the gift from my husband and about how I can’t take a good thing from him for what it is.

The movie was long. By the time it was over and I had showered and gone to bed it was 1am. I didn’t think I would dream but I asked myself about what meaning I took from the gift.

I was sitting on an armchair to the side of a classroom, observing a teacher and his class. To the right was the blackboard and teacher’s desk. To the left were the students’ desks. The teacher was more to the left, addressing the children who were about 10-12 years old.

Then they all looked toward me and I looked toward the teacher’s desk where Liquid Stranger, dressed in a robot suit was fiddling with a laptop. He kept his eye on me waiting for a cue. I nodded my head and he pressed a button. All around the classroom, the start of some Excision dubstep track came on with the signature bassy robot voice. A smile spread across my face and the students went berserk.

“Fire up the bass cannon!” The students started to stand up and respond to the song, nodding their heads and convulsing their bodies to the music. The teacher looked a little nervous but he wasn’t trying to contain their reaction. I just sat there enjoying the sounds and gave Liquid Stranger the robot props from across the room.

This next part should be part of the same dream but I don’t remember if anything happened in between. I was sitting in a workbench area in a swivelly chair. The workbench had small electronic parts, soldering iron, screws, bits all over. Stephen Chows as he looked in Kung Fu Hustle was in the chair next to me.

I knew distinctly that we were on a spaceship, travelling slowly on course to an unknown destination. Stephen Chow was the captain. I was just sitting beside him, tinkering when another crew member had come along just to chill with us. Then the captain turned to me and handed me a gadget. Apparently it’s something I’ve always wanted. I was super excited and turned the gadget over in my hands, inspecting it, all the while thanking him.

Then some of the parts came loose in my hands but the gadget wasn’t necessarily broken, just missing a few small parts that held it all together. I was a little disappointed because while it didn’t look brand new, I hadn’t expect it to fall to several pieces when I first laid hands on it. I looked at the captain and asked, “Did you know when you got it?”

He replied, “I knew but it just takes a little bit of work. I’ll fix it up for you. Don’t worry.” I was still happy and kept looking at the gadget, checking out what bits were missing and how it could be put back together.

I realized something else as well after my Honor and Pretense post. My husband is very honorable with the few people he considers trustworthy, people he considers close friends. He’s never there for anybody on an emotional level so it’s hard to tell who he thinks of as important to him. However, because he is honorable in that respect, that’s why he is so shocked and disgusted by our actions to him. This includes my betrayal, df’s disloyalty and roomie doing things behind his back.

Dreams 03.11.12

Dream 1:
I was looking for a good gym to throw a highschool dance party. I must’ve gone to several schools, this part I am not clear about. Finally I went to see the people hiring me to look for this. It’s a TV/Film production who is filming at another small gym location. They show me their budget / balance sheet and not only do they have no money, they were pretty much in the red and the were asking me to sign off on some recent expenses.

Looking at it, I see rentals for furniture and one line item said “defurnituring” for $700 dollars. I ask the 1st AD, “What the hell is that?” He said at one location they were moving an old wooden table with built-in bench seats. One of those carved out of one piece things. There was a loose piece on the table top and some PA decided to lift the table with that. Whole piece came off and his antique waa ruined. I was shocked then commented, “Kind of feels like the location just puts that piece of crap out for you to ruin everytime someone rents the place. Feels like a trap to me, that’s how they scam you.”

On to another scene. I am sitting at the office in my cubicle. My boss-boss sticks a farewell card package in front of me and tells me to write something. I wasn’t even sure who it was for, he explains to me and I had to stand up look around to put a face to the name. It’s some curly haired trinidadian dude that sits in our team’s area but far away from me. I didn’t even realize he was part of our team. I shrugged my shoulders and started to write “Hello …” I actually wrote the name but can’t remember it now but boss-boss took the card from me right away and said, “No! Don’t write there! The back!” I turned the card around and not sure if I ended up writing.

Then I was joyriding on a low motorcycle looking scooter through an older neighbourhood. There’s lots of green, big trees in the neighbourhood. I was riding like a pussy though going really slow but it was breezy day and you could feel and hear the breeze. All I could hear riding down the street even as the scooter was putt-puttingn, the breeze rustling through the leaves in the canopy of branches above. The joyride was great, so relaxing.

I went to my mom’s house to get something. I remember her not wanting me to leave so soon but I did anyway.

Dream 2:
This second dream happened after I attempted to do WILD again but definitely failed. There were no hypnagogic images at all, I just drifted into sleep.

I was waiting in a lunch room which looked like the common eating area on the Nebechenezzer in the Matrix. My boss-boss was beside me, I had a laptop open. Other coworkers were waiting in other areas of the room, chatting it up. Apparently we were waiting for something to be over like a fire drill or something.

I was typing away on the laptop between writing out my thought and msn-ing my bestie. I suddenly realized how anti-social I was being, so I shut the laptop and started chatting with my boss.

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