Thursday

Last night I had a flying dream. I was in a yellow tinged room and was flying in an upright sitting position directly across the room. Almost as if I was sitting on an invisible chair. I don't think anyone was supposed to know that I could fly, but for some reason I just couldn't help myself.

I only remembered this dream just then, as I was reading Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder and came to part where he demonstrates how our habit can eliminate our sense of wonder. He describes a mother, father and 2 year old son in the kitchen. The father starts flying, and the son simply exclaims 'yay dad is flying' (everything is new and exciting to him) but the mum nearly has a heart attack because she has learned that people can't fly. It would be great to see everything in life as new and exciting and never tire of the wonder of the world and our life. But I think it would also be exhausting. I also think its funny that in all of my flying dreams, I've never been that excited that I could fly. I just kind of accept it and roll with it. /Ramble

Someday

The other day I had a dream, woke up, typed the brief details in my phone to help jog my memory later, then went back to sleep. Unfortunately all I managed to get down was "Some woman lured to place bur I ran away". I'm sure it was really interesting when it was happening, but all I can really remember is being in some kind of group, and a Vietnamese woman tried to trick us into going into this house, but I had a dreadful feeling about it so I ran away from my group and that was it.

Tuesday

Last night I dreamt that I was in the passenger seat of a car with someone I didn't know and we were driving through a massive water drain at nighttime. We were driving quite slowly and suddenly a bunch of people on the sidewalk starting attacking the car, throwing Molotov cocktails and other explosives from every direction. I escaped out of the car, but I had left my phone in the car, so I started running up to random people on the street asking them to call 000. I was completely frantic and crying, but no one took me seriously and they all just stood watching the car burn and laughed at my unknown driver trying to get out. Through the crowd I saw Tom Walsh and I was so relieved to find someone I knew who would listen to me. So I ran up to him and from my vague dream memory I'm pretty sure he heard my distress and gave me the validation that I needed. Not sure what happened to my driver.

Thursday pt. 2

Last night I also dreamt that Aidan and I were at Luke G's house, but his house was a backpackers hostel, and we had to sleep on the floor in this giant hall with Luke's sleeping bags amongst all the other backpackers while Luke got to sleep in a bed in his room. We crept up stairs to try and find the bathroom, but then as we were walking up the stairs someone turned on a light and we became incredibly scared that we were doing something wrong and would get in trouble if someone heard us. So we snuck back to our sleeping bag, giggling along the way, and when we got back we were waiting to have a conversation directly with God to discuss literature and films. In my dream I think God was going to tell us why he made people do the things that they did. Like, why did you make Roman Polanski create Rosemary's Baby the way that he did?

It was weird because it was like God was a dude who had complete control over our lives and really did create us all individually and have a plan for our lives. I don't actually believe that in waking life, but I guess 13 years in Catholic schooling is bound to have some effect on my subconscious.

Thursday

Last night I dreamt that I was in the ocean, and King Triton was my dad, but I wasn't Ariel. We were swimming around but then suddenly we were at a school on land and King Triton had turned into this fat balding man that the police were after. We were stuck on the land because even though we weren't mermaids anymore we couldn't move around, and so eventually the people that were after King Triton gained on him and I just sat there and watched. Sorry Dad!

Wednesday

Last night I dreamt that I had left my wet shoes on for too long. When I sat down to take them off, I discovered that my toes had developed a layer of green moss/algae that kept growing back every time I frantically tried to scrape it off. I decided that I had to go home, and in my desperation I considered taking a taxi despite my severe lack of funds (seems I'm broke in both real life and in my dreams). As I was deciding, some dirty skater sitting next to me eagerly offered me a lift home. I decided to take a taxi.

I didn't remember this dream until about 3pm the next day when I was walking bare feet outside after spilling paint and water on my legs. Once I did remember it, it was all I could think about, and I still feel icky about it. Very disconcerting, and no I don't have any fungal infections that could have induced this swamp feet fear.