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Dreams of late
Monday, 27 January 2020 08:07 amFriday night I dreamed, among other things I’ve forgotten, that I was reading a Raymond Chandler novel in which he had spelled the word care “cair.” This was apparently an archaic spelling that Chandler was one of the last to use in published work.
I mean, seriously, what the fuck kind of dream is that? And I was thrilled to have run across it!
Saturday night, I dreamed I was in Switzerland, helping some scientists to blow up the world. I was shredding paper by hand (one of my best things; ask my second grade teach if you don’t believe me) and putting it in Petri dishes where it would be combined with other things to create a huge explosion and destroy the planet.
There were a bunch of us doing this. We were sitting in a high school cafeteria, and one of the girls—we were all girls, in our teens—was secretly shredding aluminum foil in with her paper. This was a terrible thing to do because somehow microwaves were involved in the process, and you know what happens when you put aluminum foil in a microwave. The problem wasn’t that it would ruin the destroying-the-world plan. The problem was, it was messy and would smell awful. The scientists (whose priorities were clearly way out of whack) were very upset with her
Last night, I dreamed I was helping a couple of friends set up house. I was also sometimes one of the couple, but Pat was not the other one. I don’t know who these women really were.
The house looked like a cuckoo clock, all gingerbread and flourishes, and things were going along fine until it was time to go to bed. Then I found out that to get to the bedroom we’d have to climb a ladder and crawl through a small, rectangular hole. Inside the whole, rather small room was a bed.
I could not do it. The very idea of being in that tiny room with the only exit a tiny space, made me so claustrophobic, I was sick. It woke me up and I had to throw off the covers, the claustrophobia was so strong. Even writing this is making me feel sick.
For some reason, I think this has to do with my plan of getting on a step stool to empty the top cupboards in my kitchen. I’m feeling unsettled right now, so standing on anything other than the floor is scary, and my plans for getting the kitchen cleaned have fallen through. I just didn’t realize how awful I was feeling about it.
I mean, seriously, what the fuck kind of dream is that? And I was thrilled to have run across it!
Saturday night, I dreamed I was in Switzerland, helping some scientists to blow up the world. I was shredding paper by hand (one of my best things; ask my second grade teach if you don’t believe me) and putting it in Petri dishes where it would be combined with other things to create a huge explosion and destroy the planet.
There were a bunch of us doing this. We were sitting in a high school cafeteria, and one of the girls—we were all girls, in our teens—was secretly shredding aluminum foil in with her paper. This was a terrible thing to do because somehow microwaves were involved in the process, and you know what happens when you put aluminum foil in a microwave. The problem wasn’t that it would ruin the destroying-the-world plan. The problem was, it was messy and would smell awful. The scientists (whose priorities were clearly way out of whack) were very upset with her
Last night, I dreamed I was helping a couple of friends set up house. I was also sometimes one of the couple, but Pat was not the other one. I don’t know who these women really were.
The house looked like a cuckoo clock, all gingerbread and flourishes, and things were going along fine until it was time to go to bed. Then I found out that to get to the bedroom we’d have to climb a ladder and crawl through a small, rectangular hole. Inside the whole, rather small room was a bed.
I could not do it. The very idea of being in that tiny room with the only exit a tiny space, made me so claustrophobic, I was sick. It woke me up and I had to throw off the covers, the claustrophobia was so strong. Even writing this is making me feel sick.
For some reason, I think this has to do with my plan of getting on a step stool to empty the top cupboards in my kitchen. I’m feeling unsettled right now, so standing on anything other than the floor is scary, and my plans for getting the kitchen cleaned have fallen through. I just didn’t realize how awful I was feeling about it.