Dreaming Again
Dec. 10th, 2006 02:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Instead of one in-depth dream, it seems that last night was several jumbled dreams with no direct relationship between them. I felt like I was flipping through the channels of the TV and watching bits and pieces of several shows.
Okay, all awake now...
- The first I recall dealt with a doctor who had captured two men to cut up for body parts for surgical transfer. I'm not talking about organs specifically, but rather body parts. One chubby furry guy was tied dangling from the ceiling while the rest of him sat on a gurney. He was cut in half at the abdomen and obviously dead. His legs were gone. The other man was played by Patrick Swayze and was tied up the same way but was struggling to free himself. I never have thought Patrick Swayze was all that attractive. I recall one scene where the legs of the first man were being attached to another man in a surgical room. I wasn't a part of this dream, just a spectator. I don't know if Patrick got away. It seemed to be a B-movie dream.
- The next one had me at college where I was working during the summer with a group of college students. We had a visiting contingent of Asian students who kept laughing at us for some reason, taunting us like they were better than us. I recall that one of the female students working with me just dared them to laugh again. She was short but feisty and I'm sure she was going to kick their butts. The Asian students got sent home when their two months were up (or their tuition money ran out, I don't recall which, but both seemed plausible). I remarked that if we had taken a class during the summer, we'd be starting a month break before the next term started. I thought about taking a class for my last summer on campus, maybe a Photoshop course for fun.
- The last dream in the trilogy had me back in the front playground of East Ward Elementary, where I went to grade school. At my current size, I wanted to swing, but some smart-alec had wound up the swing I wanted. So I climbed up the chains of the seatless swing next to it to untangle it from the top. I did the chain climb pretty effortlessly and got it untangled. Mr. Chiari, my 6th grade teacher, thanked me for taking the time to untangle the swing. I never did get to swing in it.
Okay, all awake now...
no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 11:54 pm (UTC)