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More weird dreams
May. 3rd, 2009 12:58 pmAlex Shelley did not make a return visit to my living room during the last two nights of slumber. *cries*
All sadness aside, I was able to reach the state of REM for more than once this weekend. Kind of a world record in my case, considering my every-growing inability to shut off my brain and relax at bedtime.
My dreams weren't very prolonged, or if they were, I've forgotten most of what transpired. But a tiny bit comes back from Friday night. Here's what I remember:
I'm in some sort of warehouse with my friend Sara. We walk down a long corridor, and make a right turn into a large room with a bunch of small, round-top tables. We choose one that's against the wall opposite the room's entrance, and sit down. I get the sense that we're waiting to see some kind of performance. Like this is a cafe, and there's gonna be a reading, or live music, or something.
There's a woman I've never seen before at a table to our left. She has a friendly smile on her face as she approaches, and seems a little too excited over my presence.
"Hello, hello!" she says. "I couldn't help but smell you when you walked by, and I HAVE to know what fragrance you're wearing. It's absolutely wonderful."
Before I can fend her off, her face is super close to my neck, and she closes her eyes, inhaling deeply.
"It's not coming from there," she says, and lifts a strand of my hair, which is back to its high school length, to her nostrils. "Must be your shampoo," she says. "Your hair is so pretty."
At this point, I'm feeling a little creeped out, so I thank her as graciously as I can and take a few steps back. The woman does not seem to be aware of my discomfort, and turns her attention toward my table, where she spots my digital camera. It's the one I use in real life, a Fuji Finepix S5200, which I admit is probably much more of a camera than I actually need.
The woman's eyes grow huge, and she points at the camera. "That takes amazing photos! Would it be alright if I use it for a minute?"
She lifts it off the table, and for some reason this sets me off more than anything else she's done. I know that she intends to steal my camera, and I decide that I won't let her.
I grab her wrist with one hand, and pry the camera from her fingers with the other. Politely, but firmly, I say, "I'm sorry, but I don't really know you and I don't feel comfortable lending this out."
The woman was not expecting this reaction. I can tell by the astonished look on her face. I hug the camera tight to my chest, heart racing as I realize that I've had a rare moment of being assertive.
I woke up right after that, and the feeling of excitement and pride stayed with me. This might sound weird, but it made me feel more capable of standing up for myself in my waking moments. There's something about watching yourself from a distance that makes you a lot more objective about your abilities I guess.
All sadness aside, I was able to reach the state of REM for more than once this weekend. Kind of a world record in my case, considering my every-growing inability to shut off my brain and relax at bedtime.
My dreams weren't very prolonged, or if they were, I've forgotten most of what transpired. But a tiny bit comes back from Friday night. Here's what I remember:
I'm in some sort of warehouse with my friend Sara. We walk down a long corridor, and make a right turn into a large room with a bunch of small, round-top tables. We choose one that's against the wall opposite the room's entrance, and sit down. I get the sense that we're waiting to see some kind of performance. Like this is a cafe, and there's gonna be a reading, or live music, or something.
There's a woman I've never seen before at a table to our left. She has a friendly smile on her face as she approaches, and seems a little too excited over my presence.
"Hello, hello!" she says. "I couldn't help but smell you when you walked by, and I HAVE to know what fragrance you're wearing. It's absolutely wonderful."
Before I can fend her off, her face is super close to my neck, and she closes her eyes, inhaling deeply.
"It's not coming from there," she says, and lifts a strand of my hair, which is back to its high school length, to her nostrils. "Must be your shampoo," she says. "Your hair is so pretty."
At this point, I'm feeling a little creeped out, so I thank her as graciously as I can and take a few steps back. The woman does not seem to be aware of my discomfort, and turns her attention toward my table, where she spots my digital camera. It's the one I use in real life, a Fuji Finepix S5200, which I admit is probably much more of a camera than I actually need.
The woman's eyes grow huge, and she points at the camera. "That takes amazing photos! Would it be alright if I use it for a minute?"
She lifts it off the table, and for some reason this sets me off more than anything else she's done. I know that she intends to steal my camera, and I decide that I won't let her.
I grab her wrist with one hand, and pry the camera from her fingers with the other. Politely, but firmly, I say, "I'm sorry, but I don't really know you and I don't feel comfortable lending this out."
The woman was not expecting this reaction. I can tell by the astonished look on her face. I hug the camera tight to my chest, heart racing as I realize that I've had a rare moment of being assertive.
I woke up right after that, and the feeling of excitement and pride stayed with me. This might sound weird, but it made me feel more capable of standing up for myself in my waking moments. There's something about watching yourself from a distance that makes you a lot more objective about your abilities I guess.
