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blogcutter) wrote2022-01-10 03:23 pm
blogcutter) wrote2022-01-10 03:23 pm
I had too much to dream last week...
I know I'm not the only person to report remembering more, and more vivid dreams, since the pandemic began. And this past week has been a particularly vivid dream-week for me. Here's a sampling. together with a few explanatory comments & asides.
Dream #1 - I invited my parents over to our place for dinner. Except in the dream, "our place" wasn't the house we've been living in for 40+ years but rather the house in Gatineau where our daughter, son-in-law and grandkids live. They were living there too in the dream, presumably along with the cat & the chickens.
Comment: This is highly unlikely to happen any time soon, not just because of pandemic restrictions on gathering size but also because both parents have been dead for a number of years. I'm not sure if ghosts count as part of the maximum gathering size...
Dream #2 - I went back to my office (not sure WHICH office, or even if it was anywhere I'd actually worked in my awake-world), which clearly had not been occupied in quite some time. The furniture was dusty and there was an odd mish-mash of people's abandoned possessions and dirty coffee cups. There were two or three other people around, though no one I recognized. One of them had an enclosed office and was clearly a fairly senior public service manager although I don't think she was my boss. Anyway, I figured since it was quiet, it would be a good opportunity to catch up on things, as I had a lot of catching up to do. The time was moving pretty quickly and eventually the woman in the enclosed office came out with her coat on and told me she was just leaving and since I was the last one in the building, could I please make sure the lights were off and things were locked up as they should be before I left. But before she could actually leave, my partner arrived to pick me up (as we had arranged) and the two of them got into a discussion. I think Important Manager-Lady was really just meaning to make polite conversation but somehow my partner got into a big political argument of some kind with her. Manager-Lady eventually extricated herself from it and left and I started putting things away and gathering my things together to leave, but I was inwardly fuming. I was trying to think how to broach it to my partner that in my job, I was expected to be politically neutral and I was likely to get suspended or even fired as a result of my partner's rash mouthing-off. At some point as we were going out of the building to the car, I segued into an awake-state. But because the dream had been so real to me, I was still feeling very annoyed and it took several minutes before I realized it had all been a dream.
Dream #3 - I was walking somewhere on or just off Bank Street in the Glebe when I noticed our car parked nearby. But I knew my partner, the only driver in the family, was at home so I figured someone must have stolen the car. I do keep an emergency set of keys in my purse so I used those to get into the car and decide what to do. I figured the car thief would eventually return to the vehicle and probably drive it goodness-knows-where and it would be unrecoverable. So I decided to drive it as far as Billings Bridge (gambling I wouldn't be stopped by the cops) and park it somewhere in their parking lot. Then I planned to take the #88 bus home and my partner could pick up the car at Billings Bridge whenever. I made it to Billings Bridge without incident and I was heading up to the transitway to get my bus but everything had been moved around. I had to catch an elevator to get up to the stop, but the elevators were surrounded by all kinds of obstacles like newspaper boxes, coatracks, cartons etc. that I had to clamber over and around just to reach one of the elevators. It was while navigating that obstacle course that I woke up. Again, the dream had felt very real and it took me a while to get my bearings.
Dream #4 - For some reason, I was in charge of picking up mail for both OSFS (Ottawa Science Fiction Society) and ApaPlexy (an every-6-weeks zine I used to belong to & write for). But the house where I had to go to pick up this mail was worthy of a horror film or a murder mystery (secret passages, trap doors, unexpected things that go bump in the night...) Location-wise, it was in our general neighbourhood, possibly where the president of OSFS used to live and hold some meetings, but the house itself was totally different. I had to go up and down a bunch of passageways and at one point even had to swim through some sort of underground swimming pool to collect the mail. It was like some sort of scavenger hunt, relay race and obstacle course all rolled into one. I woke up before I figured out the rules of the game and I don't think I ever did manage to find any mail!
Not sure what any of those dreams mean.
Dream #1 - I invited my parents over to our place for dinner. Except in the dream, "our place" wasn't the house we've been living in for 40+ years but rather the house in Gatineau where our daughter, son-in-law and grandkids live. They were living there too in the dream, presumably along with the cat & the chickens.
Comment: This is highly unlikely to happen any time soon, not just because of pandemic restrictions on gathering size but also because both parents have been dead for a number of years. I'm not sure if ghosts count as part of the maximum gathering size...
Dream #2 - I went back to my office (not sure WHICH office, or even if it was anywhere I'd actually worked in my awake-world), which clearly had not been occupied in quite some time. The furniture was dusty and there was an odd mish-mash of people's abandoned possessions and dirty coffee cups. There were two or three other people around, though no one I recognized. One of them had an enclosed office and was clearly a fairly senior public service manager although I don't think she was my boss. Anyway, I figured since it was quiet, it would be a good opportunity to catch up on things, as I had a lot of catching up to do. The time was moving pretty quickly and eventually the woman in the enclosed office came out with her coat on and told me she was just leaving and since I was the last one in the building, could I please make sure the lights were off and things were locked up as they should be before I left. But before she could actually leave, my partner arrived to pick me up (as we had arranged) and the two of them got into a discussion. I think Important Manager-Lady was really just meaning to make polite conversation but somehow my partner got into a big political argument of some kind with her. Manager-Lady eventually extricated herself from it and left and I started putting things away and gathering my things together to leave, but I was inwardly fuming. I was trying to think how to broach it to my partner that in my job, I was expected to be politically neutral and I was likely to get suspended or even fired as a result of my partner's rash mouthing-off. At some point as we were going out of the building to the car, I segued into an awake-state. But because the dream had been so real to me, I was still feeling very annoyed and it took several minutes before I realized it had all been a dream.
Dream #3 - I was walking somewhere on or just off Bank Street in the Glebe when I noticed our car parked nearby. But I knew my partner, the only driver in the family, was at home so I figured someone must have stolen the car. I do keep an emergency set of keys in my purse so I used those to get into the car and decide what to do. I figured the car thief would eventually return to the vehicle and probably drive it goodness-knows-where and it would be unrecoverable. So I decided to drive it as far as Billings Bridge (gambling I wouldn't be stopped by the cops) and park it somewhere in their parking lot. Then I planned to take the #88 bus home and my partner could pick up the car at Billings Bridge whenever. I made it to Billings Bridge without incident and I was heading up to the transitway to get my bus but everything had been moved around. I had to catch an elevator to get up to the stop, but the elevators were surrounded by all kinds of obstacles like newspaper boxes, coatracks, cartons etc. that I had to clamber over and around just to reach one of the elevators. It was while navigating that obstacle course that I woke up. Again, the dream had felt very real and it took me a while to get my bearings.
Dream #4 - For some reason, I was in charge of picking up mail for both OSFS (Ottawa Science Fiction Society) and ApaPlexy (an every-6-weeks zine I used to belong to & write for). But the house where I had to go to pick up this mail was worthy of a horror film or a murder mystery (secret passages, trap doors, unexpected things that go bump in the night...) Location-wise, it was in our general neighbourhood, possibly where the president of OSFS used to live and hold some meetings, but the house itself was totally different. I had to go up and down a bunch of passageways and at one point even had to swim through some sort of underground swimming pool to collect the mail. It was like some sort of scavenger hunt, relay race and obstacle course all rolled into one. I woke up before I figured out the rules of the game and I don't think I ever did manage to find any mail!
Not sure what any of those dreams mean.