Dream Report

[moon_custafer]

1. The first dream, or the first part of the dream, I don't recall as well except that it took place in the Royal Ontario Museum, or someplace like it, but larger (someone stated it was nine stories high). There was some sort of adventure that took me to various departments; I have the impression that there was a woman who was sleeping in a geodesic dome -- some sort of pressure or refrigeration chamber -- as part of an experiment. Toward the end I was attempting to confuse one of the characters by following him onto a stage with a vacuum cleaner (the kind with a little wheeled body and a long hose attachment) that I treated as alive and a pet. "Do you know what a vacuum-cleaner looks like?" asked my antagonist. "Yes," I smirked, and proceeded to describe the upright kind.

2.I was visiting my relatives in their house by the shore, the interior layout of which was very odd, because the house itself spelt something when viewed from the air. We might have been there for the wedding of one of my cousins. Incidentally this was not the first time I've dreamt of these particular relatives living in an architecturally weird costal location. I went onto GoogleEarth to look for an aerial view of the place so I could see what the house said (my guess was "FloridaThor" but Uncle Roger wouldn't confirm it.)

3. Then I was walking through a neighbourhood of strip malls and fast foods restaurants, seemingly ordinary except that they were next to a beach, and had tunnels and covered staircases ("Sanity Stairs," they called them) that led directly down to the shore for the convenience of their customers. My mother and I were supposed to meet the rest of the family somewhere, but got lost amid the increasingly picturesque and Victorian seaside businesses. The tipping point, I think, was when we passed some sort of swirly and brightly-lit billboard for a pop-music album; I commented that it looked as though the singer had hired Honest Ed's sign designer, and Mom disagreed, saying it was much less pretty than the Honest Ed's sign. Then I found we were moving through small but beautifully-painted canvas stage curtains depicting different scenes and objects. Across the street was an establishment with window displays of rotating spheres that were hard to look at. A Victorian showman with a florid waistcoat and moustache appeared out of the place with the theatre curtains and beckoned, saying "I used to be normal until I was invited in, and now I work here." We passed by, because we were looking for the people we were supposed to meet, but I woke up before we found them.

I feel vaguely as though I ought to have accepted the showman's slightly-sinister invitation.

Comments

[davesmusictank.livejournal.com]

You really seem to have some fascinating dreams.I hardly get any , sobs, walks off.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

I only get good ones occasionally, but try to write them down when I do. On the other hand, I rarely have nightmares, so perhaps that's the trade-off.