Thursday, February 01, 2007
keeping the dreams alive
Last night, I dreamed that some friends and I were in Enfield, NC--a tiny little town in north-eastern NC where my mom grew up and where my grandfather was the pastor of the Baptist church. I don't know why we were there exactly or even how I knew that that was where we were because I don't really remember what the town looks like. I just know that we were there. I think we were staying a camp just outside of town, and we were riding in a van to a park nearby to go hiking. My mom was driving the van, and my friends and I were in the back. Sophie (SoHo) wanted to go back to the camp because she'd forgotten to bring gum, but mom said we couldn't go back because it was out of the way.
Cut to hiking scene.
We're hiking along (I don't know who I was with. Two other people. I don't know what happened to the others.) when we came across a man on a cell phone. He was telling whoever he was talking to about the meerkats that were all over the place, and sure enough, there was one lounging lazily beside him while another stood nearby, eyeing us suspiciously. Now, I've never seen a meerkat before, so they didn't look like this in my dream, but they weren't too far off. Their heads were just fluffier.
Anyway, we overhear the guy on the phone saying that these meerkats are everywhere, and that they're not dangerous. They just want to check you out, but they won't harm you. And right then, the suspiciously-eyeing meerkat pulls a smaller meerkat out of somewhere and chucks it at me. The thing ran all over me, and that woke me up.
Back to sleep...
It's raining. Hard. Raining such big fat droplets that it looks more like hail, but it's rain. I've never seen so much rain in my life, and I'm running through it, but I'm not getting wet somehow. I run up the front steps of the Enfield Baptist Church to where my friends are waiting for me. I look through the glass doors of the church, and it's like a museum. They have portraits and wax busts of all the pastors from the church's history, and right in front is a bust of my grandfather. It looks exactly like him. Wax statues are creepy.
I turn around and a familiar-looking fellow is asking me for directions. I want to help him, but I don't know where it is that he wants to go, he's standing very close to me, which makes me uncomfortable, and all I have in my hands is a 1950's map of Raleigh and a bag of chicken stock. Yes, a bag. Like a bag that frozen vegetables might come in. And the corner is cut off, and I'm trying to transfer the chicken stock to a resealable container.
So I give the guy the map of Raleigh and tell him it won't help, but he can look at it while I go throw away the empty chicken stock bag. On my way to the trash can, a police officer stops me and wants to know why I'm not in school. He won't let me answer. He just keeps yelling at me that he's going to call social services because I'm skipping school and I'm dressed inappropriately. (I'm not younger in this dream, by the way. I'm 26. And I'm dressed perfectly appropriately.)
The officer keeps yelling, and I decide to leave, and as I'm doing so, I ask him, "Do you think I look like a teenager?" He says, rather incredulously, "Yes!" I say, "Thank you!" and leave.
Down the street, I run into Nicole Deal (who is a girl I went to high school with), and she had had the same officer yelling the same things at her, so we laugh about it for a second, and then she says, "I mean...I'm MARRIED!" and holds up her left hand, which is virtually covered in an enormous diamond. And I say, "I KNOW!!" And then I wake up.
Cut to hiking scene.
We're hiking along (I don't know who I was with. Two other people. I don't know what happened to the others.) when we came across a man on a cell phone. He was telling whoever he was talking to about the meerkats that were all over the place, and sure enough, there was one lounging lazily beside him while another stood nearby, eyeing us suspiciously. Now, I've never seen a meerkat before, so they didn't look like this in my dream, but they weren't too far off. Their heads were just fluffier.
Anyway, we overhear the guy on the phone saying that these meerkats are everywhere, and that they're not dangerous. They just want to check you out, but they won't harm you. And right then, the suspiciously-eyeing meerkat pulls a smaller meerkat out of somewhere and chucks it at me. The thing ran all over me, and that woke me up.
Back to sleep...
It's raining. Hard. Raining such big fat droplets that it looks more like hail, but it's rain. I've never seen so much rain in my life, and I'm running through it, but I'm not getting wet somehow. I run up the front steps of the Enfield Baptist Church to where my friends are waiting for me. I look through the glass doors of the church, and it's like a museum. They have portraits and wax busts of all the pastors from the church's history, and right in front is a bust of my grandfather. It looks exactly like him. Wax statues are creepy.
I turn around and a familiar-looking fellow is asking me for directions. I want to help him, but I don't know where it is that he wants to go, he's standing very close to me, which makes me uncomfortable, and all I have in my hands is a 1950's map of Raleigh and a bag of chicken stock. Yes, a bag. Like a bag that frozen vegetables might come in. And the corner is cut off, and I'm trying to transfer the chicken stock to a resealable container.
So I give the guy the map of Raleigh and tell him it won't help, but he can look at it while I go throw away the empty chicken stock bag. On my way to the trash can, a police officer stops me and wants to know why I'm not in school. He won't let me answer. He just keeps yelling at me that he's going to call social services because I'm skipping school and I'm dressed inappropriately. (I'm not younger in this dream, by the way. I'm 26. And I'm dressed perfectly appropriately.)
The officer keeps yelling, and I decide to leave, and as I'm doing so, I ask him, "Do you think I look like a teenager?" He says, rather incredulously, "Yes!" I say, "Thank you!" and leave.
Down the street, I run into Nicole Deal (who is a girl I went to high school with), and she had had the same officer yelling the same things at her, so we laugh about it for a second, and then she says, "I mean...I'm MARRIED!" and holds up her left hand, which is virtually covered in an enormous diamond. And I say, "I KNOW!!" And then I wake up.
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