elanya

I had two unsettling dreams last night, and woke up because of them each time.


I dreamed that I was camping with Ceiridwen in Wood Buffalo National Park, out in the middle of nowhere. I'm assuming it was summer, because it wasn't covered in snow and freezing cold. We were in sight of a sort of rocky outcrop or hillside of some sort,and we were actually camped just outside some large pens where people kept domesticated buffalo (which were actually kind of white and grey, as opposed to brown and black). We'd made camp, but we were just in our sleeping bags, with no tent, ad no fire. I started thinking about predators, for some reason (things are a bit hazy at this point), but I looked up and on the rocky ridge, I saw a jaguar eating something which i thought was a bison. Close by, however, there was a baby blue baby car seat that looked as though it had been out there for a little while at least. It was stained by weather but not completely faded and no hole or other damage that I can see. i watched the jaguar, being very quiet and hoping it wouldn't notice us. It seemed to o away. I think at this point, I woke up Ceiridwen, very quietly, but she was sleepy and too groggy to understand the need for stealth. She was a bit loud, and it saw us, but it was in the trees at such an angle that she couldn't see it. I got her to freeze, and eventually it went back to its meal. I then quietly told her what was going on - if i remember right, she told me that if it was eating it probably wouldn't bother us if we didn't disturb it, but I asked if we could go somewhere a little less exposed, anyway, and she agreed. We snuck around behind this large boulder (glacially deposited sort of thing, out in the middle of nowhere, covered in long grass and lichen). I don't recall what happened, but it heard us again, and came looking. I could see it, but as always, it was as such an angle that C couldn't. She believed me that it was there, but not that it was a danger to us, but I knew that it was coming to get us now. And we had no weapons, no shelter, no fire, no hope of out running the thing.... It was scary, and I woke up around 5:30.


As you can probably surmise from the cut tag title, the next dream was a little more disjointed, but I'll try to relate as best I can.

The first thing I can coherently remember was that i was at a mall, waiting for hazel to get off work. There were a couple of things going on here, but only two that I really remember. The first is that I think it was around Christmas. There was a bakery that was giving away free sample cupcakes to anyone who thought they might seriously buy stuff in the future. I wasn't sure if I qualified, but I came over to look, and they seemed encouraging. they could probably sense my love of cupcakes! They have a lot of nice looking ones, including a quite large one that came with a present, but I decided not to be greedy and went for the reeces cupcake instead. It was baked inside a chocolate egg, with a sort of disappointingly dry texture. The fact that it had been baked inside a shell excited me enough to encourage others to get free cupcakes.

I took my free cupcake either to a restaurant seating place that was in the mall hall proper (like a patio, only out into the mall), or it might have just been a food court, I'm not sure. In any case, Oprah was there having lunch with some friends, as was some other woman who, for some reason I couldn't surmise, hated her. A waiter brought Oprah her lunch on one of those red plastic trays. There was a small cup of soup which was very very black. In fact Oprah looked at it in annoyance and asked why the man had brought it, declaring "I hate black!" She went to dispose of it in the food court trash bin, but the soup got caught on the lid and spilled down the front of her dress. This is when her enemy started to attack her (verbally), berating her for her clumsiness and fashion sense, and asking if she could write a column on Oprah's manner of dressing. I can't remember the exact words but it was very mean, and I thought it unnecessary (O was wearing a large floral print mint green ankle-length dress with a sort of swoopy neckline that you might wear to church on Easter Sunday, for the record, now stained with black soup).

I left to meet Hazel at this point, and she'd already had a cupcake, so we went home.

I can't remember how things turned from of to that special kind of dream frustrating, but it was around this point. we were at our dad's place (a dream location, nothing real). We were trying to get people together for dinner - possibly Christmas dinner. I had to call someone - I don't remember who, possibly my paternal grandmother, who has been dead for years now. I couldn't make the phone work - it was like when I couldn't make Jodie's phone work when i was there over the holidays, only a million times worse. I had to get people to help me do it, and even then it took a a while. I don't remember how that went. Meanwhile, I think dad had gone out to get dessert (sweet potato pie - there were some more comedic bits around this point, but I don't remember details). Hazel had gone over to Joel's place. Dad wanted me to call Joel and invite him over. I thought this would be easier, because I had the number nd I've called Joel a million times. it was still hard but I managed. Hazel answered the phone, and we had a mini fight about why I was calling and why Joel was supposed to come (which was eventually resolved with intervention from both min and Joel's dads). I don't remember if he was coming or not, but dad drove over to pick us both up (Hazel and I - maybe I had also gone to Joel's at this point? I don't remember, and maybe there was no actual continuity). It was snowing quite heavily outside, and apart from dad's seat, the car was filled with snow. The passenger side window was open, you see, and the car had filled up in the storm. Then haze and I had one of our fights, like from when we were back in junior high. She insisted that it was my fault, so that I would have to clean out he car so we could get in. I knew that it wasn't - I never got to sit in the passenger seat. She insisted it was, and dad did nothnig to intervene. There was yelling, screaming, pushing into the snow and into the car (on both our parts, I should add). As usual with these things, I knew she was just doing it to be mean and so that she could escape blame, but at the same time, there was a little voice of doubt in my head saying that maybe it *had* been me... Anyway, it was unpleasant, and I woke up, around 8:30.

So, I don't know what is up with that, bah. Although this song is making me want to get back to writing Pieces, hmmm....