Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Ugly Gold Mirror & Babies Floating in Tropical Water

I'm at my sister's new place in Queen Anne. It's a tiny place, a little over 700 feet, only two rooms separated by an arched doorway. The walls are soft white. The lights are off, but it's day time and the direction her bay windows are facing let a dim, almost dusk-like illumination.
I'm standing in her closet. (Her real closet is long and shallow, but in my dream, it's actually my walk-in closet at my place.
I'm crouched down, almost like I'm "owling" (haha) just to the right of the doorway.
Her gold framed mirror (dimensions 2' x 1' approximately) is leaning, vertically against the wall in front of me.
It's sturdy against the wall and there really is no way for it to tip over, but I've got like a death grip on it (just to make sure).
I think this mirror is hideous and I'm hoping I can stay in here and hide it but I know she'll discover me and her prized mirror, crouched down in her/my closet.

There is someone in the room with us. It is a female, but I don't exactly recognize the voice and I can't see her. They're talking, and even though I'm only few feet away, I can't make out what they are saying. The sound of the other woman's voice makes me visualize her as mid-twenties/early thirties and I picture her with an average frame with long, straw colored hair. She is wearing it in a low pony tail which is carefully threaded through the hole in the back of a light blue (actually, not light, not dark. More of a "corn flower" is my best guess.

Time Travel

Two women are talking behind me. Just above a whisper. I have to keep very still in order to eavesdrop their conversation.They're talking about a big boat, (almost cruise ship big) sinking. Sinking into the crystal blue waters of the Caribbean Ocean.

Time Travel

I'm not in the water, but I can feel the waves rippling beneath me. It's almost like I'm sitting just above the water. I'm bobbing up and down casually although I'm dry. It's as if some force from the ocean is moving my body above the slightly moving liquid. I start to feel the water splash my toes. It's cold at first but as I sink down, my skin begins to adjust to the slightly cooler temperature of the air I've been hovering in.

I see heads bobbing around me. Live heads. Not panicking, just floating with their chins just below the surface. There is about 10 or so, the closest being about four feet from me and the furthest around thirty feet. They are spread about three to four feel apart from each other too and I can see their arms moving slowly under the surface, helping keep them afloat.

Time Travel

I'm bobbing now too. Chin just below the surface, pencil eraser size droplets splashing my cheeks and forehead.
The scenery has changed to more of a jungle, but the water stays the same tropical color. I can see two women standing on the shore which is about fifty or so feet away. They are talking at a normal volume but I can hear their voices as if I'm right beside them.
They are talking about how they recently saw a panther. I picture it , black shiny coat, stalky, muscular shoulders pacing the shore. Green eyes surveying the floating heads with an aggressive hint of curiosity.
One of the women says something about the panther rescuing the bobbing women, she says it so casually  and I'm shocked. I know she's lying and I visualize torn limbs moving in the current below my toes.

Times Travel

There are babies floating now. Struggling to stay on top of the water. The the ones that are close enough to the dead and dying, dismembered women are trying desperately to cling to what is left of their bodies.

Then I wake up.

Cedric and I Eating Chocolate in Bed While Matt Works

I'm standing at my desk when I notice that Debbie is talking to a couple in their 50s or so. He has olive colored skin (almost leathery) and liver spots on the silver cul de sac on his head.
I walk up behind Debbie (facing the clearance stage, by the Scorpion Helmets) and without excusing myself into the conversation, I just say, "I've been working with them." Very plainly.
I'm lying.
She looks (slightly) annoyed but says in a surprised tone, "Oh, okay, well here you go!" and smiles and walks away.
So I think that the gentleman wants a thin 1/2 shell helmet with a sun visor so I grab the Vega book.
I'm holding it open for the customer, flipping pages, feeling frustrated because I know exactly what I'm looking for. (I've done this for years!!)
I say, "What the heck? It's in here somewhere." and I keep flipping.
Then I remember the helmet I'm looking for is a Gmax and is in the WPS catalog. I grab the huge book and it hits the counter with a thud.

Time Travel

I'm laying in a big, white feather bed behind the parts counter to the far end on the left. The bed is about a foot or so below the level of the counter so I can see some miscellaneous clutter on the vintage home made shelving. There are a few tattered cardboard boxes with nick nacks., extra pens, a paperclip occasionally. There is a lot of dust. (This basically describes, perfectly, what is behind the parts counter in real life).

So, I'm laying in the big feather bed on my stomach. I don't have a shirt on and I can feel the cool fabric on my chest. I try kind of half-heartedly to keep my breasts covered as I talk to Matt who's on the center computer, just plugging away, entering part numbers for orders.

He looks over sporadically and I pretend to struggle to cover  my nakedness. I know he can see just the tops of my nipples and the white down blanket is rubbing them and they are not fully rigid, but definitely firm.

I suddenly turn to my right and under the parts counter, just below the second to last computer on the counter, there is a weathered cardboard box, probably from the late 80s, early 90s (I wouldn't be surprised if some of the boxes were that old in real life) and it's filled with triangular foil wrapped chocolates. The bright orange-gold (as opposed to yellow gold) is shaped like a wedge of cheese. A long stretched angular shape.

I grab one and have trouble upwrapping it. I try to drag my fingers along the foil, hoping to catch a small seam and pull the cover off revealing my treasured treat.

I put it in my mouth, and don't chew it. I roll it around in my mouth and feel it melt between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. It's my favorite kind of chocolate: super creamy milk. Melts almost immediately once it moves past your lips.

Cedric and I are  moving around, adjusting the blankets around us but being courteous as to not expose each other.

Then I wake up.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Big Pink Berry and the Mystery Insect

I'm driving on Chuckanut heading West. The strawberry and raspberry fields on either side are glowing pink with the sun.
I'm driving in my car but I'm sitting like I'm on a motorcycle. I'm kind of floating (maybe the seats have been removed--I can't see below me) in the center of the car. My body position is very aggressive, I'm tucked as if I'm trying to achieve as much speed as I can with the least amount of wind resistance.

I'm riding into the sunset.

Time Travel

I'm walking down a dirt road. There are two men behind me talking nonsense, nothing is clearly enunciated, its more of a low growl/mumble. The give off the impression of "doers", they are workers, not thinkers.
They are stocky and strong and I feel protected by them. The trail begins to fade into the forest and various green "northwestern-like" bushes and trees lay tangled across the path. The branches remind me of Alder trees: their bark is white and thin with horizontal grey hash marks. As the trail starts to disappear, I feel the branches lightly grazing my skin and tangling my hair.
There are berry bushes to my left. They remind me of Salmon Berry bushes (big light green leaves with small thorns).
All of a sudden (totally random) there is a little girl behind me (she's 6 or 7). I don't immediately turn to see her buy I can hear her voice and it gives me a general impression.
She wants me to pick a berry for her because she's too small to reach. The berry bushes are not dense, I can see a giant pink berry (it's about the size of my fist and resembles a raspberry but it's a really light pink, almost transparent) hanging, dangling on a large stem, about two and a half feet from the edge of bush.
There is plenty of room for me to weasel my arm through the thorns if I'm careful.
I reach towards the berry and even though I think my movements are calculated enough, I keep getting thorns stuck to my skin. Every time I try to get the berry, I get pricked and have to remove my arm.
I glance behind me (to my right--the girl is still on my left) and see the two men trying to clear the pathway. They are grabbing the thin white branches and breaking them. They are trying to push the broken branches down to the ground, hoping they would catch other branches and keep them from springing back up.
I turn around and look at the berry again. Same situation: I grab, get pricked, and pull out. This probably happens two or three more times before I decide it's MY berry, not the little girl's.
I finally reach it and grab it just barely with my fingertips and as I pull it towards me, the little girls screams, "Oh my god!! That's the biggest spider I've ever seen!!"
I look down and catch a glimpse of large, brown, hairy legs and I scream and drop my prized, juicy, apple-sized, glistening, pink berry on the damp orange and brown leaves. It rolls lazily as if following the spider behind a large rock (approximately the size of two shoe boxes stacked).
The little girl takes off running behind me as the creature comes into view around the right side of the rock. I can hear her stomping footprints fading as I look down, fearful in anticipation.
It kind of "chatters" around the corner and I realize, it's not a spider. It looks more like a cock roach, or a brown beetle. It's about the size of a shoe, a size 8. It has large, moth-colored, folded wings on its back. It gives me the chills, but it's definitely not as scary as a shoe-sized spider.
I'm just looking down, watching it skitter across the wet leaves.

Then I wake up.