April 28th, 2007
(Unseasonable snow is going to be a dreamsign I'm looking out for, now. It's such an obvious, common one, yet I never realize what it means!
Thanksgiving
My mother, sister and I are taking a walk around the neighborhood my grandparents live in, much like we often do after having dinner there. The weather is strange, and the wind keeps switching what direction it's coming from. We go back to my grandparent's house, and my grandmother is setting the table in the kitchen. I realize it's Thanksgiving. My grandfather comes into the little room and mentions that it's really getting bad outside. I look out: it's gone black within a space of a few minutes, and what I can see is just whirling snow.
Later in the dream, someone has two small babies. They're passing them around in a Tupperware container. My grandfather takes the container and smiles down at it. The babies are cute, but I'm faintly uneasy-- I have no idea where they came from.
New software
I get off the schoolbus in the afternoon. Another, shorter bus is behind the one I was riding, so when the first one pulls away, the other one waits until I get into the house. I check the mailbox, which has a door now-- I assume my father fixed it while I was at school. I pull out a handful of letters: a cream-colored one with a sticker that says it's about my sister's college grades, one thing from a random college for me, and to my father, a notice about helping pay for my grandfather's funeral (which, note, was eight years ago).
I go down the driveway to the back hall. It seems like a nice, late-April day, but then it starts to snow. My gym teacher, Mr. F, is sitting on the sidewalk near the back door. CM is also there. There's a small jungle-gym constructed near the back door, and I ask them what they know about it. They deny all knowledge of its existence.
I ask CM if she went to school, because I can't remember seeing her there. "Not yet," she replies. I nod. Maybe she stayed home because of the snow, I think.
Mr. F wants to see the computer. We go into the house and upstairs. The computer desk is piled with junk and clutter-- items of clothing, books, all sorts of random crap. It's hard to even see the monitor. F boots up the computer, but instead of showing the DOS-looking start-up screen, it looks more like a Windows GUI. He can't find what he wants to do on the computer, but he settles for installing a strange new multimedia software. He explains about playing movies on it, I nod. The only one we have is Citizen Kane, which I haven't seen before.
Guess who's coming to dinner
ES has invited me to have dinner with her family. Since they live so far away, they decide that they'll host it at my house. I agree, since I like her family a lot. We all sit down at my kitchen table, which is piled with dishes of food-- chicken, mashed potatoes, squash, and, for some reason, bowls and bowls of steamed broccoli.
The dinner would have progressed nicely, but my sister makes a snide comment about the profession of Mr. S. He gets very offended and verbally tears into her. I shrink into my seat, fighting the urge to hit my sister for being such a brat. Everyone finishes eating, and everyone is now in a bad mood.
I offered to clean up for Mrs. S, and I tell my sister, "if you know what's good for you, you'll help too." We start by throwing out and putting away leftovers. I start to put bowls of broccoli in the fridge, but they seem to multiply as I work. I resort to just throwing them out.
Immigration
My Cousins and I are leaving our homeland. I'm in my kitchen with my backpack, putting in anything random that seems like it will help us settle a new land. I think that I should find the seeds I intended to plant in my garden, but I don't know whether I should bother-- we're moving to the northwest USA, and I don't think my northeast USA seeds will grow there.
We set off across a field. It looks like a hayfield that didn't get cut enough-- it's all yellowed grass that's been beaten down by the wind. Pockets of ice lay in the shadows, and there's still an icebank at one point.
We come across some sort of structure-- it looks like a sort of open-air supermarket, with shelves made out of varnished wood. They're all three times as tall as I am, and they all are selling just tubes and tubes of sunscreen. There are endless varieties and brands. We don't touch any of them as we walk between the shelves, because we don't really know where we are or who put this here.
We come to the end of one row of shelves and start down another. I realize this one is exactly the same as the last row we walked down, so I back out of it and look for a way out of this strange labyrinth. At one corner, the shelves have been crushed by something. We climb over this and out into the wild.
Part of me realizes, at this point, that we have stumbled onto property that's part of the summer camp I work at. The other part of me, who is the one 'acting' in this dream, has no idea and is scared. We walk past some of the platform tents, which all have campers inside. We don't know who these kids are, or why they're all gathered in these weird structures.
Middletown!
(Yesss! I finally managed one of my goals!
I wake up in the middle of the night and realize that this would be a good time to WILD. I lay back and start to count, "one, I'm dreaming, two, I'm dreaming..." Hypnagogic imagery begins to form quickly. I lose lucidity for a moment while entering it.
I'm on the bus, again in the afternoon. We're at the dead-end in the road, where the bus turns around. There's a strange shape in my school bag, so I open it and fish around. I pull out the stuffed rabbit I had when I was little. I then pull out an exactly identical toy. I feel faintly weird, but then I think, "hey, I had this dream all the time when I was younger!" I'm lucid!
I climb onto the back of the seat in front of me and think about where I want to go. I really want to see Middletown, the place DCs keep telling me about, while lucid. I jump off the top of the seat and spin. (I've developed the idea, somehow, that to spin one must first jump off something. I hope this doesn't hurt me in the future.) While spinning, I try to focus on the sensation and increase the vividness of the dream.
I land on a street corner. I know that this is Middletown, since I've been here several times before. I can feel the cobblestones of the sidewalk underneath my shoes. The air is unusually dry and warm for Middletown-- usually this place is faintly cool, almost misty. I shrug. Maybe it's seasonal-- why shouldn't this place have seasons, too?
I turn around, knowing that the soup vendor should be nearby. The place where his cart should be set up is empty, though. I frown to myself.
It looks as though the town-- or at least, this street-- is getting ready for some sort of festival.
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