Dream Fragments
Oct. 20th, 2004 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladynox25
I had the bits and pieces of three dreams last night. I'm not quite sure what to make of them.
The first dream was perhaps the weirdest. I found myself standing in the middle of a fight, or more accurately, a fight scene, choreographed, occuring in this big room. The room was the sort of thing you might see on LifeStyles of the Rich and Famous, tall, vaulted ceilings, dark stained wood beams, lots of paintings, lots of mirrors, beautiful and expensive furniture, vases with flowers, big windows with elaborate drapes, etc. And apparently, whoever was filming this fight scene for whatever movie, elected to use this room for his set. The only thing (other than myself) that was out of place about this was that the actors were all made up in LOTR gear--Hobbits and Orcs and Men. I think I even got a glimpse of Strider, except that something about the scene told me they were filming The Scouring of the Shire, and of course I know that Strider couldn't possibly be in that scene.
Well, and you wouldn't film the Scouring of the Shire in a big room from LifeStyles of the Rich and Famous, either. Anyway, one of the hobbits was thrown/jumped/rolled over a couch and landed almost in my lap. (I should mention that the second weird thing about this dream was that this fight was going on without apparently breaking or destroying any of the furniture--even the flowers were undisturbed.) I tried to say to him something like "Hey, are you all right?" when I saw that it was Elijah Wood and my jaw hit the floor. Sean Astin came over, helped him up, and they went back to the fight.
EOD.
The second dream was more involved, and even a little scary. I dreamt that we were driving along the road leading up to my parents' place. When I say "we", I mean my dad and myself, and possibly my mom. Oh, and we had a group of people with us, about a dozen or so half-familiar strangers. It felt like either 1) these were a group of people from the first dream or 2) these were a group of people collected from the people I know, mostly off of LJ. I didn't see any faces though, so I don't know specifically who was there or not. Anyway, we were in something like a van, driving along the road, and for some reason, my dad and I had to get these people to a safe house that we knew of. I'm not sure why. We were driving along the road, and I looked out of a passenger side window and saw the field that actually exists on that part of the road, the valley and the little pond below. That field is actually used as a cattle pasture and in the spring, you can see all the cows and their calves out there on a regular basis.
Well, this time I didn't see the cows, or the calves. Instead, lined up along the fence line, spaced out as if they were on review, were little groups of animals. Two or three or a half-dozen of each species. It looked something out of Noah's Ark, especially since most of the animals are not native to any part of North America I know of. I remember seeing horses, which isn't that unusual, but then came some sort of moose or elk, some species of monkey, cheetahs, rhinos, llamas, and more that I do not remember now. Last of all were the tigers.
I should mention that this part of the road is just before the turn off to our place, and you make a left hand turn to go up the driveway, while the road continues on straight and eventually bends to the right. In my dream, as we were reaching the end of the fence, suddenly we weren't driving along the badly-pitted and poorly-paved road, but somehow we were walking down a track such as you might see in one of our hayfields--a track formed where a truck has passed often enough to form little ruts and keep the grass down. And we were going straight, not off to the left. And in the distance a short way ahead was a building that I know for a fact is not there and somehow that was our destination.
I barely had enough time to notice this, because my attention went back to the animals. At this point, I was last in the line of people, and I turned my head to watch the tigers as we passed the fenceline. I remember wondering what was keeping the animals there, since the fence was certainly flimsy enough, low enough, and with wide enough mesh that most of them could have gotten over or through it easily. Just as I was thinking this, I saw a movement, and one of the tigers moved through the fence and confronted me. It was a young tiger, not a cub, but a juvenile, and it half-growled, half-screamed at me when it saw that I was watching it. It lunged at me, maybe a foot or so, then stopped, lashing its tail. I turned around completely to face it, and my heart started pounding.
I could see that it wasn't hungry, not desperate to kill and eat me, but it was curious, trying out its newfound hunting powers and for some reason I was its selected target. I called out to my dad, but either he didn't hear me or he did but didn't stop. I remember our mission was urgent and we needed to get those people under cover as quickly as possible so maybe that was why. Anyway, I backed up along the path as quickly as I could, but going over open ground backward is hard, and I didn't want to fall, because if I did, I knew the tiger would be all over me. I also kept looking backwards and calling for help, but no one came to help me. The tiger made periodic lunges at me, but it seemed to be daunted by my fearless gaze and the fact that I wasn't running away. I was an easy target, but I wasn't acting like prey, so I think I confused it. I managed to keep it from attacking me until the path bent around a small screen of trees and I lost sight of it. However, even though I couldn't see the tiger anymore didn't make me feel better, because tigers are the kings of the jungle and it could be in the trees stalking me unseen, so I hurried up to the house. By that time, everyone else had reached the house and disappeared.
I went inside and the house was empty, but I knew there was a sort of secret tunnel that we were supposed to use, so I went to where I thought it was, but suddenly the telephone rang. The house was mostly bare, with maybe a few tables here and there with a lamp on one and a phone on the other. I picked up the phone. I don't remember what was said but I do remember thinking something like "They've found us". I put the phone down and went into the bedroom where there was an empty suitcase on the floor. I picked up the suitcase and removed the carpet underneath it, and there was the tunnel. Except for some reason, it was really, really small. I could barely fit my two feet into it, much less the rest of me. Then suddenly, my dad seemed to appear out of the hole and told me that the others had gotten away safely but they needed supplies so would I take the supplies to them? Before I could think, he guided me so I was standing in the hole and suddenly I felt myself sucked down the tunnel at a high rate of speed. I heard a noise like distant thunder and he tossed about a bushel of Red Delicious apples and several loaves of French bread in after me.
EOD.
The last dream was just a fragment, really, and it seemed to me to be a portion of a movie trailer. Lightning, thunder, rain, the view from out a sliding glass door onto a deck. But for some reason, the camera was focussed only on what had to be the bottom fourth of the door. More lightning, thunder, rain, and all of a sudden, as a lightning flash illumed the dark deck, you saw a row of feet standing on the deck where they weren't before. Not just any feet, velociraptor feet. And the big toes on the right feet were all tapping, as if they were expectantly waiting for something. And then cut to black, and a voice saying "Velociraptor, coming to theaters near you, blahblahlblahblah". I didn't catch the date.
EOD.
What do you think?
The first dream was perhaps the weirdest. I found myself standing in the middle of a fight, or more accurately, a fight scene, choreographed, occuring in this big room. The room was the sort of thing you might see on LifeStyles of the Rich and Famous, tall, vaulted ceilings, dark stained wood beams, lots of paintings, lots of mirrors, beautiful and expensive furniture, vases with flowers, big windows with elaborate drapes, etc. And apparently, whoever was filming this fight scene for whatever movie, elected to use this room for his set. The only thing (other than myself) that was out of place about this was that the actors were all made up in LOTR gear--Hobbits and Orcs and Men. I think I even got a glimpse of Strider, except that something about the scene told me they were filming The Scouring of the Shire, and of course I know that Strider couldn't possibly be in that scene.
Well, and you wouldn't film the Scouring of the Shire in a big room from LifeStyles of the Rich and Famous, either. Anyway, one of the hobbits was thrown/jumped/rolled over a couch and landed almost in my lap. (I should mention that the second weird thing about this dream was that this fight was going on without apparently breaking or destroying any of the furniture--even the flowers were undisturbed.) I tried to say to him something like "Hey, are you all right?" when I saw that it was Elijah Wood and my jaw hit the floor. Sean Astin came over, helped him up, and they went back to the fight.
EOD.
The second dream was more involved, and even a little scary. I dreamt that we were driving along the road leading up to my parents' place. When I say "we", I mean my dad and myself, and possibly my mom. Oh, and we had a group of people with us, about a dozen or so half-familiar strangers. It felt like either 1) these were a group of people from the first dream or 2) these were a group of people collected from the people I know, mostly off of LJ. I didn't see any faces though, so I don't know specifically who was there or not. Anyway, we were in something like a van, driving along the road, and for some reason, my dad and I had to get these people to a safe house that we knew of. I'm not sure why. We were driving along the road, and I looked out of a passenger side window and saw the field that actually exists on that part of the road, the valley and the little pond below. That field is actually used as a cattle pasture and in the spring, you can see all the cows and their calves out there on a regular basis.
Well, this time I didn't see the cows, or the calves. Instead, lined up along the fence line, spaced out as if they were on review, were little groups of animals. Two or three or a half-dozen of each species. It looked something out of Noah's Ark, especially since most of the animals are not native to any part of North America I know of. I remember seeing horses, which isn't that unusual, but then came some sort of moose or elk, some species of monkey, cheetahs, rhinos, llamas, and more that I do not remember now. Last of all were the tigers.
I should mention that this part of the road is just before the turn off to our place, and you make a left hand turn to go up the driveway, while the road continues on straight and eventually bends to the right. In my dream, as we were reaching the end of the fence, suddenly we weren't driving along the badly-pitted and poorly-paved road, but somehow we were walking down a track such as you might see in one of our hayfields--a track formed where a truck has passed often enough to form little ruts and keep the grass down. And we were going straight, not off to the left. And in the distance a short way ahead was a building that I know for a fact is not there and somehow that was our destination.
I barely had enough time to notice this, because my attention went back to the animals. At this point, I was last in the line of people, and I turned my head to watch the tigers as we passed the fenceline. I remember wondering what was keeping the animals there, since the fence was certainly flimsy enough, low enough, and with wide enough mesh that most of them could have gotten over or through it easily. Just as I was thinking this, I saw a movement, and one of the tigers moved through the fence and confronted me. It was a young tiger, not a cub, but a juvenile, and it half-growled, half-screamed at me when it saw that I was watching it. It lunged at me, maybe a foot or so, then stopped, lashing its tail. I turned around completely to face it, and my heart started pounding.
I could see that it wasn't hungry, not desperate to kill and eat me, but it was curious, trying out its newfound hunting powers and for some reason I was its selected target. I called out to my dad, but either he didn't hear me or he did but didn't stop. I remember our mission was urgent and we needed to get those people under cover as quickly as possible so maybe that was why. Anyway, I backed up along the path as quickly as I could, but going over open ground backward is hard, and I didn't want to fall, because if I did, I knew the tiger would be all over me. I also kept looking backwards and calling for help, but no one came to help me. The tiger made periodic lunges at me, but it seemed to be daunted by my fearless gaze and the fact that I wasn't running away. I was an easy target, but I wasn't acting like prey, so I think I confused it. I managed to keep it from attacking me until the path bent around a small screen of trees and I lost sight of it. However, even though I couldn't see the tiger anymore didn't make me feel better, because tigers are the kings of the jungle and it could be in the trees stalking me unseen, so I hurried up to the house. By that time, everyone else had reached the house and disappeared.
I went inside and the house was empty, but I knew there was a sort of secret tunnel that we were supposed to use, so I went to where I thought it was, but suddenly the telephone rang. The house was mostly bare, with maybe a few tables here and there with a lamp on one and a phone on the other. I picked up the phone. I don't remember what was said but I do remember thinking something like "They've found us". I put the phone down and went into the bedroom where there was an empty suitcase on the floor. I picked up the suitcase and removed the carpet underneath it, and there was the tunnel. Except for some reason, it was really, really small. I could barely fit my two feet into it, much less the rest of me. Then suddenly, my dad seemed to appear out of the hole and told me that the others had gotten away safely but they needed supplies so would I take the supplies to them? Before I could think, he guided me so I was standing in the hole and suddenly I felt myself sucked down the tunnel at a high rate of speed. I heard a noise like distant thunder and he tossed about a bushel of Red Delicious apples and several loaves of French bread in after me.
EOD.
The last dream was just a fragment, really, and it seemed to me to be a portion of a movie trailer. Lightning, thunder, rain, the view from out a sliding glass door onto a deck. But for some reason, the camera was focussed only on what had to be the bottom fourth of the door. More lightning, thunder, rain, and all of a sudden, as a lightning flash illumed the dark deck, you saw a row of feet standing on the deck where they weren't before. Not just any feet, velociraptor feet. And the big toes on the right feet were all tapping, as if they were expectantly waiting for something. And then cut to black, and a voice saying "Velociraptor, coming to theaters near you, blahblahlblahblah". I didn't catch the date.
EOD.
What do you think?
