To Sleep, Perchance

[ciroccoj]

OK, I've been reading other people's weird dreams for months now and wondering why I don't seem to have any. And the one weird dream I had in the last several months was so horrifying I didn't even want to think about it, let alone re-tell it. (Justin falling down a 40'+ drop in the floor. Nuff said.)

So last night, I don't know what happened, but for some reason...

First off, I was thinking that it was too bad that I hadn't made the time to make any real friends in law school yet. You know, the kind you get together to study with, that kind of thing. (BTW, this is true in my waking life - that I haven't made law school friends, that is, not that I bemoan their lack ;)

So I'm vaguely wondering about this and then I think, "Hey, bear's in law school. I'll go over and say hi." bear, you'll be pleased to note that I had you living in Victoria Hall at Queen's University, which was once mentioned on Letterman as one of the Top Ten Places in North America to Lose Your Virginity. (This was back when it was all-female. 800 women under one roof. I don't even want to imagine what it was like there when their periods got synchronized.)

So I went over, said hi, and wondered why bear was living in Victoria Hall, since it's mostly for undergrads. For some reason, I didn't wonder why both of us were attending law school in Kingston, Ontario. Oh, and bear, did you know you're about 6' tall and seriously need to eat more? I think I remember you saying somewhere that in RL you're on the short side, and I don't recall you ever saying anything about your weight, but I think in my dream I mushed you in with my sister-in-law Sarah who's about 6'2" and weighs about 120lbs in a parka.

Anyway, we chatted about some class which I'm sure neither one of us has ever taken, and you explained that your classmates didn't know you wrote fanfic, and then I remembered that we're not actually in school together, which bummed me out somewhat. But it was OK, because of course by then it was time for me to do my crystal walk.

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Yeah, I didn't know what that was either, but Chris explained that I was supposed to go on a tour of the frozen crystal formations that surround Kingston. (Except that they don't.) And they were pretty funky - like sharp-cornered stalagtitites or stalagmites, whichever ones jut out of the floor.

The only thing that was a little weird about them was that some of them were kinda pee-yellow. I was told that was from some chemical compound, but still avoided them. Don't eat yellow snow, I was told once, and that seems like sound advice. My kids thought they were pretty cool - the yellow ice things, that is. And they thought the yellow-ice-crusted large carefully coiffed poodle that yipped past was really neat too.

Then it was time to go home. Somehow, although I was still married and had kids, I was living in a bachelor apartment, still in Kingston. It was OK, even though the top floor of my building was made out of cardboard and rope, and housed dozens of students in a sort of warren. (This is actually not too far off from real Student Ghetto housing at Queens, BTW.)

And the last thing that happened was that I couldn't find my slippers. And this disturbed me greatly, because how could I go to class tomorrow without my slippers? Thankfully, I woke up before the slipperangst got too much for me to handle.

There you go. Freud, knock yourself out.

Justin dreamed last night too, but he didn't want to tell us about it this morning. Whatever it was, it was disturbing enough to wake him up around 4am. He came into our room crying hysterically, woke me up from the above dream, and insisted that Daddy needed to come sleep in his room and stay and never, never leave. Ever. Poor kid. I take it he wasn't dreaming about yellow-ice-crusted poodles.

Or maybe he was. In the light of day, that actually seems rather terrifying, now that I think about it.

Comments

[snarkhunter.livejournal.com]

First, poor little Justin.

Second...BWAH. Ice-encrusted poodles. That's brilliant. Much better than my dream, which I shall recount in my journal shortly.

[ciroccoj.livejournal.com]

First, poor little Justin.
Yeah, he seemed OK in the morning, but he still didn't want to be alone anywhere in the house because he was afraid of his dream. I think it involved caterpillars. Poor guy.

Second...BWAH. Ice-encrusted poodles.
Do you ever suspect your subconscious does cheap crack? I know mine must ;)

[umbo.livejournal.com]

Hee! That sounds like a pretty cool dream, yellow-crystal encrusted poodle and all! It's better than the one I had this morning, where I was waiting in line to go up the World Trade Center, because in my dream only Tower 1 had been destroyed and Tower 2 was still intact--that was a little creepy.

[ciroccoj.livejournal.com]

Oh god, yeah. I had one of those about a year after 9/11. Wondered what all the fuss had been about, since there they were, still standing tall. Woke up and felt like I'd been punched in the stomach :(