08-14-2014, 06:20 PM
I had several dreams last night, but forgot most of them due to the fact that my youngest son was feeling fussy and I allowed him to sleep with me. He decided that he would flip upside down several times in the middle of the night so that he could kick me in the face.
In one of my dreams that was interrupted by a karate kick to the nose, I was dreaming that me and several other people were running while fighting whoever was chasing us. I couldn't see who was after us because they had black sheets over their heads. We had gotten a moment to rest and in a panic I fell out of consciousness in the dream into a sort of meditative state and someone was telling me something about the gold being all gone and how we would never get the gold back. It was told to me in a simple phrase, and I snapped out of it and started digging around to find a paper and pen before I forgot EXACTLY what was said, but with everything going on, I ended up forgetting the short phrase, and tried to meditate again, but all I got was that something bad was coming and it was coming fast and we all needed to run. I snapped out of it and was unable to meditate again for whatever reason. I thought it was because I was in such a panic... but I was in a panic when I accidentally meditated the first time. I got frustrated that I could not reenter whatever state I was in when I was told those two things and decided to gather everyone up in order to start running again. My oldest son was with me and had some sort of weird tube. He was very thirsty and asked if he could go to a river and use this tube to drink, and I told him he could. When I got everyone ready, I looked for my son next to the river, but he was gone. I could see small bubbles coming up and was sure he had fallen in. There was a whirlpool in the water and I just knew it had sucked him in and as I watched it, I saw his elbow and I reached out to grab it and missed. There was no way that I could reach him without going in, and I knew that I would probably drown too if I did, but I tried to reach further and further into the water until I slipped and fell into the whirlpool. Just as I hit the water, my baby kicked me in the nose and I woke up. I was pretty upset that I hadn't been able to save my son in this dream.
I fell back asleep after rearranging my son's sleeping position, and this time dreamt I had to take this statue of a woman to some place overseas. Wherever I was, everyone spoke in a British accent. I didn't know my way around and had a hard time figuring out where exactly I was to deliver this statue. As I wandered around, I met some news reporters who started following me and asking me questions about the statue and what I was supposed to do. Well, I didn't know a lot about the statue other than the fact that when I had received it, it had been very ugly and I had painstakingly painted it to make it look very realistic. I had painted every hair individually and perfectly and was especially proud of the peachy complexion I had given the woman. She looked as if she were alive. I was fairly certain that I would never achieve this sort of accomplishment ever again in my lifetime... and while I thought about it, I started getting a bit upset that I was having to deliver this statue to someone else now. The more I thought about it, the more attached I was to this perfect statue and the less I wanted to do what I had been sent there to do.
The area I was at had a brick foundation and what looked to be hundreds of nicely kept apartments. I don't recall seeing any roads of vehicles, just beautiful red brick walkways. It seemed like everyone here lived in cute little apartments. They all looked identical with white siding. They were all spotless and the bricks looked as if they had just been swept. There weren't many people walking around... but there were little tables set out all over the place with fruit and vegetables on them. They were all made into very nice displays. I was thinking that these must be stands for buying food, but wasn't sure how to go about buying anything because there was no one at any of these stands to take money. I thought maybe they worked on the honor system of something, but since I couldn't be sure how things worked here, I decided that I had better just leave things alone. I didn't need to get into any trouble.
It seemed like a day went by and I was still unable to find where I was supposed to deliver this statue. I had left this little village and rented a scooter and drove through a village to a tiny Asian buffet... on my way to the buffet, however, I noticed this HUGE empty store or mall with a huge banner hanging across it. Written across the white banner was "Coming Soon!" in big bold read letters/characters in both English and Chinese. I thought that was kinda weird and wondered if maybe the little Asian restaurant was moving there or if some much bigger company was going to take over this mall. I was in a hurry to see if the little Asian buffet was the one who ordered the statue, and decided my curiosity about the mall would just have to wait. I went inside to talk to the owner of the buffet and was told that they had, in fact, been the one to order the statue... my heart sank because now I would have to part with my beautiful masterpiece... but at least I knew where it was going... although, I was not entirely happy that all of my hard work was only going to amount to a decoration at a restaurant. It felt like a slap in the face for some reason. It seemed like my beautiful statue was meant for greater things. The reporters rushed me again outside, but I was really too upset to entertain them much, so I hopped on my scooter and went back to the village.
The statue was life-size, and as I dragged it across the bricks to somehow magically load it on my scooter, I was met by an elderly man and woman. They invited me into their home and talked to me for some time and offered to let me rest there for the night, I happily accepted and thought to myself after meeting them that I wanted to stay in this villiage. It seemed quiet and peaceful. Everyone minded their business and were very kind to one another. It was a pleasant relief from the hectic life I knew back in America... I asked how I would go about getting a job as a farmer... but the couple just looked at me as if they were confused by my question. Everyone grew their own food here and there were no farmers here... We all went inside and talked for a while and I went to bed.
I woke up early in the dream in order to ship the statue. I had somehow gotten it to shrink to about a foot tall figurine. There was a little basket on my scooter, so I wrapped it and put it in the basket and drove back to the buffet. I noticed the mall again. Some of the lights were on now and it looked like some stuff had been moved in over night, but it still looked abandoned. The "Coming Soon" sign was still there, but someone had added an additional "Grand Opening" sign above it. I thought this was creepy for some reason... but I guess I didn't really have a reason to think that.
I walked inside the buffet to deliver the statue. The owners of the store weren't overly excited to have her... and this offended me a bit at first. I had gotten her to grow back into her life-size form somehow, and decided to get one last good look at her. It was the first time I noticed her clothes. She had a white top on with red stars, and she wore a short skirt with blue and white stripes. Her outfit... wasn't what I would consider to be modest, and I was a bit embarrassed by her now. She was posing with her left hand on her hip and her right hand was holding up something... maybe a cell phone? I can't quite remember.. but it looked as if she were mocking the Statue of Liberty. I was just so ashamed of this statue now... but it got worse... someone had come through the door and a blast of wind came inside and blew up her dress. She was anatomically correct... I could feel myself blushing and I just wanted to run and hide. I felt so embarrassed that I didn't want to have ANYTHING to do with her... but there's more. Between her legs, was a big, giant man-hand. It looked like some guy was about to grab her lady parts. It had not been painted... just a grey, stone man-hand. I just couldn't take it. I was so embarrassed to have had anything to do with this statue now and was ashamed to have been seen with it. I could NOT run out of that buffet quick enough. The reporters were outside, and I broke through them to get to my scooter and go back to the little village. I hoped that the statue would just disappear... or that maybe whoever bought it would slap some decent clothes on it. I cringed to think of anyone ever looking at it... even though my painting had made it beautiful. It seemed like I didn't know what I was painting... I certainly would not have had anything to do with it had I known what it would be in the end...
I returned to the village very upset. I thought about how I had not eaten in three days and thought that maybe if I got some food I might be less depressed. I had seen the food be wrapped up the night before, and it was put back out on the little tables again. (Each table had a white table cloth which was lifted to enclose the food every night, then laid back down during the day.) There were a lot of pineapples for some reason. All I could think was how I couldn't live without one of those bright, juicy pineapples, so I walked table to table trying to figure out how to buy one. Some of the tables had little baskets on the end. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to put money there... and if so, how much money.. and was American money even good here? I just didn't know. The old man found me and I explained to him how upset I was because I had a bad day and I also hadn't eaten for three days. He asked me to follow him back to his home. The table in front of his home had a few pineapples on it and one big pot, one medium pot, and one large skillet. They were each on preset burners and filled with water. He explained to me that everyone shared these pots and skillets AND the water in them, and I could see in my mind other people using them and the water getting all funky from all of the different foods they cooked... and the man must have known what I was thinking because he said that the funky water just added flavor... luckily, we were the first to use the pots in front of his house. He chopped the top off of the pineapple and put it into the large pot. The large pot was set to a slow boil. The small pot was set to warm, and the skillet was set very high. As the pineapple boiled, it started melting/dissolving into corn. I wasn't even upset over this... if anything I thought it was pretty cool and imagined that this was probably going to be the sweetest corn I've ever had. As I watched the pineapple melt into corn, the elderly man told me that whatever I do, I must NEVER anger the king, or he would set EVERY pot to be so hot we would be unable to cook. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to laugh or not. The old man seemed pretty serious...
In one of my dreams that was interrupted by a karate kick to the nose, I was dreaming that me and several other people were running while fighting whoever was chasing us. I couldn't see who was after us because they had black sheets over their heads. We had gotten a moment to rest and in a panic I fell out of consciousness in the dream into a sort of meditative state and someone was telling me something about the gold being all gone and how we would never get the gold back. It was told to me in a simple phrase, and I snapped out of it and started digging around to find a paper and pen before I forgot EXACTLY what was said, but with everything going on, I ended up forgetting the short phrase, and tried to meditate again, but all I got was that something bad was coming and it was coming fast and we all needed to run. I snapped out of it and was unable to meditate again for whatever reason. I thought it was because I was in such a panic... but I was in a panic when I accidentally meditated the first time. I got frustrated that I could not reenter whatever state I was in when I was told those two things and decided to gather everyone up in order to start running again. My oldest son was with me and had some sort of weird tube. He was very thirsty and asked if he could go to a river and use this tube to drink, and I told him he could. When I got everyone ready, I looked for my son next to the river, but he was gone. I could see small bubbles coming up and was sure he had fallen in. There was a whirlpool in the water and I just knew it had sucked him in and as I watched it, I saw his elbow and I reached out to grab it and missed. There was no way that I could reach him without going in, and I knew that I would probably drown too if I did, but I tried to reach further and further into the water until I slipped and fell into the whirlpool. Just as I hit the water, my baby kicked me in the nose and I woke up. I was pretty upset that I hadn't been able to save my son in this dream.
I fell back asleep after rearranging my son's sleeping position, and this time dreamt I had to take this statue of a woman to some place overseas. Wherever I was, everyone spoke in a British accent. I didn't know my way around and had a hard time figuring out where exactly I was to deliver this statue. As I wandered around, I met some news reporters who started following me and asking me questions about the statue and what I was supposed to do. Well, I didn't know a lot about the statue other than the fact that when I had received it, it had been very ugly and I had painstakingly painted it to make it look very realistic. I had painted every hair individually and perfectly and was especially proud of the peachy complexion I had given the woman. She looked as if she were alive. I was fairly certain that I would never achieve this sort of accomplishment ever again in my lifetime... and while I thought about it, I started getting a bit upset that I was having to deliver this statue to someone else now. The more I thought about it, the more attached I was to this perfect statue and the less I wanted to do what I had been sent there to do.
The area I was at had a brick foundation and what looked to be hundreds of nicely kept apartments. I don't recall seeing any roads of vehicles, just beautiful red brick walkways. It seemed like everyone here lived in cute little apartments. They all looked identical with white siding. They were all spotless and the bricks looked as if they had just been swept. There weren't many people walking around... but there were little tables set out all over the place with fruit and vegetables on them. They were all made into very nice displays. I was thinking that these must be stands for buying food, but wasn't sure how to go about buying anything because there was no one at any of these stands to take money. I thought maybe they worked on the honor system of something, but since I couldn't be sure how things worked here, I decided that I had better just leave things alone. I didn't need to get into any trouble.
It seemed like a day went by and I was still unable to find where I was supposed to deliver this statue. I had left this little village and rented a scooter and drove through a village to a tiny Asian buffet... on my way to the buffet, however, I noticed this HUGE empty store or mall with a huge banner hanging across it. Written across the white banner was "Coming Soon!" in big bold read letters/characters in both English and Chinese. I thought that was kinda weird and wondered if maybe the little Asian restaurant was moving there or if some much bigger company was going to take over this mall. I was in a hurry to see if the little Asian buffet was the one who ordered the statue, and decided my curiosity about the mall would just have to wait. I went inside to talk to the owner of the buffet and was told that they had, in fact, been the one to order the statue... my heart sank because now I would have to part with my beautiful masterpiece... but at least I knew where it was going... although, I was not entirely happy that all of my hard work was only going to amount to a decoration at a restaurant. It felt like a slap in the face for some reason. It seemed like my beautiful statue was meant for greater things. The reporters rushed me again outside, but I was really too upset to entertain them much, so I hopped on my scooter and went back to the village.
The statue was life-size, and as I dragged it across the bricks to somehow magically load it on my scooter, I was met by an elderly man and woman. They invited me into their home and talked to me for some time and offered to let me rest there for the night, I happily accepted and thought to myself after meeting them that I wanted to stay in this villiage. It seemed quiet and peaceful. Everyone minded their business and were very kind to one another. It was a pleasant relief from the hectic life I knew back in America... I asked how I would go about getting a job as a farmer... but the couple just looked at me as if they were confused by my question. Everyone grew their own food here and there were no farmers here... We all went inside and talked for a while and I went to bed.
I woke up early in the dream in order to ship the statue. I had somehow gotten it to shrink to about a foot tall figurine. There was a little basket on my scooter, so I wrapped it and put it in the basket and drove back to the buffet. I noticed the mall again. Some of the lights were on now and it looked like some stuff had been moved in over night, but it still looked abandoned. The "Coming Soon" sign was still there, but someone had added an additional "Grand Opening" sign above it. I thought this was creepy for some reason... but I guess I didn't really have a reason to think that.
I walked inside the buffet to deliver the statue. The owners of the store weren't overly excited to have her... and this offended me a bit at first. I had gotten her to grow back into her life-size form somehow, and decided to get one last good look at her. It was the first time I noticed her clothes. She had a white top on with red stars, and she wore a short skirt with blue and white stripes. Her outfit... wasn't what I would consider to be modest, and I was a bit embarrassed by her now. She was posing with her left hand on her hip and her right hand was holding up something... maybe a cell phone? I can't quite remember.. but it looked as if she were mocking the Statue of Liberty. I was just so ashamed of this statue now... but it got worse... someone had come through the door and a blast of wind came inside and blew up her dress. She was anatomically correct... I could feel myself blushing and I just wanted to run and hide. I felt so embarrassed that I didn't want to have ANYTHING to do with her... but there's more. Between her legs, was a big, giant man-hand. It looked like some guy was about to grab her lady parts. It had not been painted... just a grey, stone man-hand. I just couldn't take it. I was so embarrassed to have had anything to do with this statue now and was ashamed to have been seen with it. I could NOT run out of that buffet quick enough. The reporters were outside, and I broke through them to get to my scooter and go back to the little village. I hoped that the statue would just disappear... or that maybe whoever bought it would slap some decent clothes on it. I cringed to think of anyone ever looking at it... even though my painting had made it beautiful. It seemed like I didn't know what I was painting... I certainly would not have had anything to do with it had I known what it would be in the end...
I returned to the village very upset. I thought about how I had not eaten in three days and thought that maybe if I got some food I might be less depressed. I had seen the food be wrapped up the night before, and it was put back out on the little tables again. (Each table had a white table cloth which was lifted to enclose the food every night, then laid back down during the day.) There were a lot of pineapples for some reason. All I could think was how I couldn't live without one of those bright, juicy pineapples, so I walked table to table trying to figure out how to buy one. Some of the tables had little baskets on the end. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to put money there... and if so, how much money.. and was American money even good here? I just didn't know. The old man found me and I explained to him how upset I was because I had a bad day and I also hadn't eaten for three days. He asked me to follow him back to his home. The table in front of his home had a few pineapples on it and one big pot, one medium pot, and one large skillet. They were each on preset burners and filled with water. He explained to me that everyone shared these pots and skillets AND the water in them, and I could see in my mind other people using them and the water getting all funky from all of the different foods they cooked... and the man must have known what I was thinking because he said that the funky water just added flavor... luckily, we were the first to use the pots in front of his house. He chopped the top off of the pineapple and put it into the large pot. The large pot was set to a slow boil. The small pot was set to warm, and the skillet was set very high. As the pineapple boiled, it started melting/dissolving into corn. I wasn't even upset over this... if anything I thought it was pretty cool and imagined that this was probably going to be the sweetest corn I've ever had. As I watched the pineapple melt into corn, the elderly man told me that whatever I do, I must NEVER anger the king, or he would set EVERY pot to be so hot we would be unable to cook. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to laugh or not. The old man seemed pretty serious...