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    Amurehna

    Odd Collection

    by , 11-14-2014 at 06:36 AM (523 Views)
    Moron Dog 11/05/2014
    Before I went to bed, my dog had eaten a small styrofoam cup full of various candies. At least 3 bite-sized snickers and a couple of Hershey pieces. I was worried, but my boyfriend stayed up with him since I had to get up early. Apparently he only got really hyper. That worry found its way into my dream where I saw my dog who raided the refrigerator when we left the door open and turned away for a moment. He insisted on eating a tomato and would not release it when I tried to wrench it from his mouth, he just kept stubbornly chewing while I yelled "NOOOOO, DON'T EAT THAT."


    Gypsy Symbol 11/06/2014
    These are hard for me to describe, the telling of them will be short even though they felt complicated. The scenery had weight, depth. I met a man who had two children, this was well after the End of Things, maybe a follow up to the storm nightmare I just had? They called their appearance an anomaly, even a deformity, but to me they seemed beautiful. The three of them were black, but they had...metallic gold spots, like a leopard's. It almost looked like paint. They even had some on their eyes.
    The man was in his late thirties, his boy was fifteen, and the girl...18 months? She was young enough to spend most of her time in a carrier. I see them in a house, though it is day, the days are mostly dark now. They had found some other people and weren't yet sure if the group could be trusted. The man instructs his son to keep an eye on his sister, always.
    I remember him turning away from a piano to the open door where his son stands, and seeing the empty carrier on the front landing and snapping, "Where's your sister?"
    They spent some time thinking that she had been abducted, her appearance was just as unusual as their own. She wasn't actually missing.

    House
    I have leased a house with my sister and we have already put money down. Until now we hadn't been able to closely examine it. We walk into the tiny, U-shaped kitchen. The cabinets are dirty white and of an extremely antiquated style. There were two white ranges, one at the back of the U, and one on the left side. We were dismayed to note that two cabinets were so mold ridden to rot, almost falling from the wall. The range on the left was on an odd little 2 inch tall platform, and when I insisted that we could improve the layout of the kitchen by moving it, we found that we would have to sit a cabinet on top of the platform and that the run would be ugly and uneven. I remember opening one of the rotten cabinets and comment that they couldn't get away with renting it to us in this condition and wonder aloud if they will buy cabinets to replace these. At once point I looked at the kitchen and saw only obstacles, the ranges pulled out, twice as many cabinets, and all stacked where the open space in the center should be. I said something about how I couldn't believe anyone would build a kitchen like it.
    When we open the rotten cabinets again my sister and I find two....creatures. Honestly it looks like a writhing, levitating, dark stocking full of black flies, with puffy growths on either side. My sister says that they are definitely *insert word I can't remember*, because she's seen them before, this is the stage right before they hatch and swarm everything. Yaaaaaaaaay. I decide I can't deal with it and, hearing her promise to take care of them for me, I leave the house. That is entirely backwards, by the way, I was always the one to kill bugs for her.
    The exterior of the house consists of thick, uneven, cream colored blocks. The lawn is astroturf green. It feels as though I am inside and out, that the sky is painted on the ceiling of a building. There are many people outside with me, and someone comments on the symbol carved into a top block of the house. It has been painted over, but was so deeply carved into the stone that it is still visible...if vague. I recognize it as a gypsy symbol, and we talk about how it is not the only gypsy marked building, a remnant from when they conquered the area. The symbol is an upside-down triangle with an upward, right-slanting slash that reaches past the border of the pyramid then has arms, like a crude arrow or an antenna. ((I know that there are such a thing as hobo or gypsy symbols, but I could not find one that matched it, and it has been years since I researched such things so I have no idea where this came from.))
    I then witness a scene unfolding in symbols on a sandstone tablet. I know it is a folktale, about a man who travels through the desert and has to choose which he values more: the camel on which he rides, or the water strapped to his back.
    At some point my sister runs past me and jokingly tries to hand me one of the dead creature husks from the cabinets. I flip out once I realize what she's offering to me. "Nope. NO. Nuh-uh."

    My Friend's Stepfather 11/10/2014
    It seems my subconscious cannot offer me anything nice, without at least a little unpleasantness. The next two dreams have that in common.
    I don't remember much. It was sort of like I was talking to someone online and also in person, there was a detached manner to our conversation. Like it was text instead of speech. I am sitting on a bench, next to a handsome man in a suit, on a transport of some kind. It looked like a house, with one open wall, and nothing inside. In all honesty, he looks like Scott's dad from Teen Wolf. Except his eyes were light brown, instead of dark brown. He wasn't as broad-shouldered, either. He is a doctor of some renown, rich (of course), a world traveler (of course). We chat about me, mostly. He asks my name (very strangely, I reply with my real name, this has only happened a handful of times in my entire life). He asks where I am from, and I say I am living in Oklahoma. He says he lived at a Fort(something or other...I can't remember the name). I smile, delighted that he knows of my home. He is flattering me, I know. He mentions that he was only stationed there a few months, passing through on his way to Africa. The transport stops, and we hop off. We go to a truck where my co-worker M is sitting in the back. It turns out the man is her step-father. (In WL she just has her biological father, her parents are still together)...anyway. He climbs into the back of the truck and asks me if I have ever been to Paris. I say no, but mention my time in Italy with my father.
    "I know, M told me about it."
    I scold her for sharing information with him. Not because I really cared, but now it was one less thing we could have a conversation about. I was worried that he would realize I wasn't interesting and stop talking to me.

    My Friend's Husband 10/11/2014
    *sighs* I hate my subconscious.
    It is morning, all the lights are off in the house. There is a man. I resist calling him handsome. He is attractive in a rugged way, he is incredibly manly. He looks like Hawley from Sleepy Hollow, except he is taller, broader of shoulder and face, skin more ruddy, hair more wavy. He, predictably, is Liam's height. That makes him about 6'4". I am myself, so I am 4'11". As you can imagine, he towers over me. Predictably, this makes him incredibly alluring.
    It is very quiet in the house, we are sitting on a dark blue sofa. He suggests that I should join him, in bed, if I am so inclined. It is then...of course, that I remember he is my friend's husband ((Also not even close to the truth, her fiance is nothing like this man in any way)). I have a terrible moment of doubt about our moral compasses. He says it wouldn't matter to her, they are married but have not been a couple for many years. They are rarely in the same room together, they don't even sleep in the same bed, and they don't talk so much as argue.
    There is a fragment his son (not with her). He seems sweet. For a moment I trick myself into believing that I could take care of a child, if I really wanted. That maybe, just now and just for him, it would be fine. I struggle to recall that I don't want children and why.
    My friend returns and sits between us. They don't seem to hate each other, but they don't love one another either. She reminds us that the gathering will start soon, and to be ready. As soon as there are other people around, it's like he has forgotten I exist. I wonder if I was over dramatizing our interactions, if he was attracted to me at all, and then I feel like a terrible person for wanting my friend's husband to be attracted to me. I see how they are together, and all the ways they are perfect together. I remind myself it is a facade. Maybe. I wander away. He hasn't even acknowledged my existence, I decide to retreat to another part of the house with less traffic. I set my drink on a tall patio table and turn to leave. He is there, then. Very briefly touching my wrist. I look up at him. He gives me a small smile and then lets me go.


    There's a handful of dumb fragments about playing World of Warcraft and a friend saying he found some people to run normal Siege of Orgrimmar. When we got there he said "I uh, have something to tell you. This isn't normal. It's heroic."
    "Ben, my gear is terrible! I can't run heroic SoO."
    "It'll be fiiiine. Just hang out in the back and don't stand in any puddles."
    "They'll kick me out.."
    "Naaaaah."
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    Updated 11-20-2014 at 02:37 AM by 54746

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    1. CanisLucidus's Avatar
      That is entirely backwards, by the way, I was always the one to kill bugs for her.
      We all want to live up to our reputations, but nobody's going to fault you for backing away from a writing black sock full of flies with weird growths on the side.

      I know it is a folktale, about a man who travels through the desert and has to choose which he values more: the camel on which he rides, or the water strapped to his back.
      This segment with the sandstone tablet is striking. From the way you wrote it, it sounds like it's not based on anything, but it has this cool ring of authenticity to it.

      I say no, but mention my time in Italy with my father.
      It's been a long time, but I think that I recall a scene with your father in Italy featuring in a lucid dream! Have I got that right?
    2. Amurehna's Avatar
      We all want to live up to our reputations, but nobody's going to fault you for backing away from a writing black sock full of flies with weird growths on the side.
      *cracks up a little* I suppose not.

      This segment with the sandstone tablet is striking. From the way you wrote it, it sounds like it's not based on anything, but it has this cool ring of authenticity to it.
      Dude, I have no idea why but every time I read that little sentence "I know it is a folktale, about a man who travels through the desert and has to choose which he values more: the camel on which he rides, or the water strapped to his back." I get chills. It did feel true somehow. Like it was a long forgotten fable, that it was trying to teach me a lesson. Hell if I can tell what that lesson is supposed to be...

      It's been a long time, but I think that I recall a scene with your father in Italy featuring in a lucid dream! Have I got that right?
      You are correct. I tried to rescue one of my DCs from two people who were torturing him. I also used coffee like a strength potion and shoved the window out of a bus hehe.
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