Bizarre dreams
Sep. 9th, 2005 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeIn my last entry, I mentioned a really wild dream I had recently... "Recently" meaning a little over two weeks ago, just before Hurricane Katrina slammed New Orleans. I sometimes have dreams that play almost like Hollywood-type blockbuster movies, which makes them so vivid, I sometimes can't tell they're dreams until I wake up from them (well, we all know I have an unorthodox view of reality...).
In the dream, I was at work. Ordinary mid-autumn day. Busybusybusy bagging... but then the customers suddenly stop coming in, just as it's time for me to punch out. And at that point the police come in and order everyone out of the building. Someone asks why and the officers reply, "There's a madman outside who's taken a woman hostage and is threatening to kill her and detonate a small nuclear device he says he has strapped to himself, unless we can get the President on the phone so he can speak to him. We're getting everyone out in case something goes wrong." I say, "My house is just around the corner, can I go home and find my mother? She probably won't go without me if you're evacuating people." The officers agree and one of them even walks with me to make sure I get home safely.
As we step outside, the sky overhead has turned a very strange color: a kind of greenish golden, with acid-looking clouds scudding across it. The street is blocked off by police lines with SWAT team members and anything else you can imagine. Looks like a war zone. In the middle of this, smack in the middle of Main Street, is an ordinary-looking man in his late thirties, with a strange mess of wires and packs of explosives strapped about his person. He has a young Hispanic woman by the neck, holding her like a human shield, his arm around her throat, holding a gun to her head. In his other hand he has the detonator for the explosive device. For some wierd reason, my escort and I pass close enough for me to look him in the face. He looks me in the eye and screams at me, in a voice that barely sounded human, "You caused this mess, you Republican bitch!" Inwardly, I start praying one of the short forms of the Catholic exorcism: Vade, Satana, vade retro e me, In Nomine Patris, et Filiis, et Spiritu Sancti, Amen Begone, Satan, Begone and get behind me, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The police officer gets between me and the madman. I should add that the officer is a blond, fit young man in his late twenties, well over six feet tall, with brilliant blue eyes and a rough-chiselled face: he looked something like my guardian angel, whom I call "Hermann", at least as he's appeared to me in dream visions (He kinda looks like the actor/rock singer Sting, for that matter.).
We turn onto my street: the wind is starting to blow in icy blasts. Our neighbors are heading up the street, guarded by more police officers and some National Guardsmen. I see strange-looking creatures scuttling through the bushes by the side of the road, and I can feel spiritual presences in the air: Angels, maybe, but I can't see them. I go up to my house, but as I go to unlock the door, I can't find my key. A young man in his mid-teens, clad in a monk's robe appears out of nowhere and offers to unlock the door for me. I step aside and he insert an old-fashioned key into the lock, opening the lock easily.
My mom meets me inside the door and hugs me, relieved to see me: she's ready to go, has her coat on, and has Merry's cage, covered with thick towels...
And that's when I woke up. I don't know how it ends, but it would make a great story, if I ever figured out the ending. Heck, it might even make a great movie....
In the dream, I was at work. Ordinary mid-autumn day. Busybusybusy bagging... but then the customers suddenly stop coming in, just as it's time for me to punch out. And at that point the police come in and order everyone out of the building. Someone asks why and the officers reply, "There's a madman outside who's taken a woman hostage and is threatening to kill her and detonate a small nuclear device he says he has strapped to himself, unless we can get the President on the phone so he can speak to him. We're getting everyone out in case something goes wrong." I say, "My house is just around the corner, can I go home and find my mother? She probably won't go without me if you're evacuating people." The officers agree and one of them even walks with me to make sure I get home safely.
As we step outside, the sky overhead has turned a very strange color: a kind of greenish golden, with acid-looking clouds scudding across it. The street is blocked off by police lines with SWAT team members and anything else you can imagine. Looks like a war zone. In the middle of this, smack in the middle of Main Street, is an ordinary-looking man in his late thirties, with a strange mess of wires and packs of explosives strapped about his person. He has a young Hispanic woman by the neck, holding her like a human shield, his arm around her throat, holding a gun to her head. In his other hand he has the detonator for the explosive device. For some wierd reason, my escort and I pass close enough for me to look him in the face. He looks me in the eye and screams at me, in a voice that barely sounded human, "You caused this mess, you Republican bitch!" Inwardly, I start praying one of the short forms of the Catholic exorcism: Vade, Satana, vade retro e me, In Nomine Patris, et Filiis, et Spiritu Sancti, Amen Begone, Satan, Begone and get behind me, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The police officer gets between me and the madman. I should add that the officer is a blond, fit young man in his late twenties, well over six feet tall, with brilliant blue eyes and a rough-chiselled face: he looked something like my guardian angel, whom I call "Hermann", at least as he's appeared to me in dream visions (He kinda looks like the actor/rock singer Sting, for that matter.).
We turn onto my street: the wind is starting to blow in icy blasts. Our neighbors are heading up the street, guarded by more police officers and some National Guardsmen. I see strange-looking creatures scuttling through the bushes by the side of the road, and I can feel spiritual presences in the air: Angels, maybe, but I can't see them. I go up to my house, but as I go to unlock the door, I can't find my key. A young man in his mid-teens, clad in a monk's robe appears out of nowhere and offers to unlock the door for me. I step aside and he insert an old-fashioned key into the lock, opening the lock easily.
My mom meets me inside the door and hugs me, relieved to see me: she's ready to go, has her coat on, and has Merry's cage, covered with thick towels...
And that's when I woke up. I don't know how it ends, but it would make a great story, if I ever figured out the ending. Heck, it might even make a great movie....
Interesting...
Date: 2005-09-10 02:35 am (UTC)Feckin' mind.
~Ruby
(BTW, I scanned some pics from that Nijinsky book I bought, really lovely-- hope I can show you/discuss with soon!)
Re: Interesting...
Date: 2005-09-10 03:26 am (UTC)