Mawwige.

Somehow, in the course of my dream, I made deals with three guys to get married. I knew I was deceiving all of them, but it was some sort of plan. I think I was going to steal their money. At one point I felt angry because things weren’t going right, and I asked myself why I had felt like I was definitely going to get married, and my mind said, “To Will, next summer.” It was like in my dream I was impatient so went after these other guys because I had forgotten there was already someone else.

I remember genuinely liking these guys. One was really cute. It was one of those whirlwind romance experiences, and the only details I can recall is that one guy, who was brown, offered me his families piece of sheet metal to make a ring out of. It was a rusty piece of steel or iron, and someone had haphazardly scratched in images of dragons. I wasn’t excited, because this was supposed to be the proposal, and I played dumb. “But honey, I don’t understand how this can be a ring, do you pop out the centre?” And then he went on, excitedly, about how I would choose the section I liked the best around the border, and they’d take that metal off, and I could design my own dragon, since I’m an artist, and they’d make it into a ring. And then he said, “And it would truly be YOUR ring.” “But I want it to be YOUR ring, I want to wear YOUR ring.” He wasn’t impressed and I think I avoided him for the rest of the dream. I was also discouraged because there was no room for a diamond and he seemed unconcerned by this. I went away fuming because he was ignorant of the Western woman’s appreciation of diamonds.

There was a lot of hiding in this dream. I hid under a desk in a copy area once. There were all these computers and cubicles in this one room, and I had been in there earlier, can’t remember why, but this time I was running away from my angry almost-fiancee. I eventually got approval from the front desk to complete one of my projects just in time to hide under one of the desks in the back. There was someone else working at the desk (which was why I needed to get approval to work back there), and it was a great cover.

Settings in my dream included the observation deck of a swimming pool and the patio of someone very rich. It was all very vivid. And I wish I were still asleep.

In this large park, there was a huge crowd. The kids from Zoom were there. Or some other children’s show. They were doing dramas, musicals, and throwing paintballs. I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I was. Because of this, the kid on twenty foot stilts hadn’t been firing paintballs at me, and even when they did bounce near me, I was able to pull a “neo” and dodge them. As far as I could tell, I was doing great, but then I noticed near the end of the game some of the other kids that had lasted a while. They had no paint anywhere, and I had been stepping on the paint on the ground to get where I wanted to be. I was taller than them, and looked downcast, and discussed with them how I had been unaware of this rule. They said not to get too worried about it, and keep playing anyway, like good young children reassuring some nice older person.

Then I opened up a plastic white football that had been thrown. And it was oozing paint. And it had a syringe in it. That was how they did it. But then I saw syringes in the street, and since this was a public park downtown, I asked Katie if she had any plastic gloves, because there are syringes we need to take care of before any kid sees them. Later she told me they had some sort of disease on them, along with blood and drugs.

For some reason after this, I went into a hotel. I noticed that this luggage carrier was rolling away a huge flat of luggage. Beside it was a display case of shoes and purses. The luggage carrier explained to me that because he worked in the hotel, he could go into people’s rooms and try on their shoes, so he had in that cabinet all the best shoes from the season, in case he ever wanted to buy some for his family. They were all they same brand name, I noticed. Shoeffer’s. Scuffer’s. Or something. (I went shoe shopping yesterday at Payless).

I went up to the top of the hotel, and sat out on a ledge in front of a window. It was a small ledge, and you could see all around. I remember I was there initially for the purposes of escape, but then I got terrified when I looked around at the beautiful orange and red sunset across the city. I realized how high up I was, and froze. I then tried to get in, but took a long time because I didn’t want to move. I finally went in through the small window head first, put my hands down, and then let my legs fall over me, like a hand-stand flip. I was so glad when I got back in.

~ by Christine on July 2, 2007.