The Brute

I don't remember much of the first part of the dream, just the latter portions.

Memory picks up at a point when Anthony and I are walking along Ludlow Street on the west side, and we're at the corner of Ludlow and Guilford. This is the point where a marathon race is happening, and when Anthony and I crest the hill, they think we're running.

I, joking around, cross the finish line, and the woman standing there declared me the third place winner. She then notices that I'm not sweaty, and she says "Did you run?"

"No, but I thought it would be fun to pretend." She rolled her eyes, and Anthony and I head down the hill laughing.

Oddly enough, instead of finding ourselves on the corner of Ludlow and Winslow as would happen in real life, we were now at the entrance to Market Square. Anthony was thrilled because he'd just won a lot of money on the outcome of the race, and he was waving around a wad of money while laughing maniacally. This turned out to be a stupid thing to do.

This really big, and I mean big, guy walked up to Anthony and demanded some of the winnings. Of course, Anthony refused, so the guy tried some intimidation tactics. I stepped between them, shouting for the guy to 'screw off' because there was no way in hell we were just going to give him money.

We walked away, and went into Market Square to get away from him. He followed after us, and grabbed me by the arm. I shrieked for him to let me go, and he responded by punching me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, and then he picked me up and tossed me into the air.

I hate dreams that end with falling. *shudders*

posted by Lisa at 11:16 AM |

 
The Sorceror's Bear

I dreamed that Anthony had sold Zedd to an evil sorceror. Anthony wanted riches, and the wizard could provide a spell that would give him riches. The cost? He had to sell the wizard Zedd to feed to the sorceror's bear. And he couldn't have faked it, because the cat had to have been raised on human love.

Naturally, when Anthony came home to tell me what he'd done, I was furious, and upset. Of course I wouldn't let him take Zedd to be fed to an evil bear! We fought over it, and I refused to take Zedd to the wizard.

Somehow, Zedd and I ended up in the car, and we were sitting in front of the sorceror's house. Anthony had gone inside, supposedly to tell the wizard that the deal was off, but I knew he had gone in for reinforcements. Then I saw the bear. The body and the arms looked like a regular bear, but it was ten feet tall, and it's head was misshapen and deformed. It also had horrible legs, long and boney, a la Salvador Dali, and you could actually see the bones at its ankles were the fur and muscle had worn away.

It came lumbering towards the car, and I screamed. I tossed Zedd out the other door and told him to run, but he was scared and froze. I got out of the car, and tried to distract the bear, waving my arms and trying to get its attention away from Zedd.

Then, I woke up.

Amy, Mick and the Party

It started off simply enough. Scott and I were walking behind the Lancaster Mall to meet Ann, who was going to sell Scott drugs. I know, but it seemed sensible in the dream! So we met her behind Zellers on a raised platform that had stairs leading up to it, but was really private for all that. People rarely went behind the mall, so it was generally a good spot to make those kind of deals.

Ann gave Scott the bag, and then sidled close to him. Scott looked at me and asked if I would mind leaving them alone for a bit, because he didn't pay with money. I shrugged, and said I had to go anyway, I'd meet him at the party.

I walked along, and finally came to a house. I opened the door, and saw that the party had already started. I started to climb down the ladder, when this bitchy blonde started up it, and wouldn't move. So I had to climb up to let her pass. We exchanged heated words, and I told her if she ever showed her face again, I'd crack her one.

Finally, I was downstairs. Dre, Amy (not Amy Albert; Amy who works at the Smart Kart) and Suzy were hiding in the pantry at the end of the hall because Dre was wearing a French Maid costume. When I asked her about it, she said she had given her clothes to her father to wash because she's spilled something on it, and the costume was what he had brought her instead. She was embarassed, and wouldn't come out until her father came back with her clothes. I shrugged, and kissed Amy in welcome, because apparently we were a couple. She took me hand, and we went back out to the party.

We wandered around, greeting people, including Anthony, who was involved in a game of poker with a bunch of guys I didn't know. Then Amy and I headed into the livingroom to dance. We were dancing close, despite the fast song, when I noticed someone sitting in the corner.

"Amy, don't look, but is that Mick Jagger?" After we made our next turn around, she confirmed. Yes, it was Mick Jagger! He was watching us in that way that straight men watch two women who are together. We finished our dance, and with another kiss, Amy headed off to the bathroom.

Mick gestured for me to come over, and he extended his hand. We introduced ourselves, and I was doing very well at not acting like a star struck ninny. He asked how long Amy and I had been dating, and I told him about three years. He laughed, and made a joke, that wasn't really a joke, about how that meant he couldn't steal her away. I laughed uncomfortably, and then we went on to talk about other things.

The end of the dream is fuzzy, and I can't remember what happened after that.

posted by Lisa at 12:22 PM |

 
Friend Alex

Alex and I were here, in Saint John, but the entire city was condensed into a smaller area. It was roughly the size of the uptown core and the immediate area surrounding the Harbour Passage. Saint John was actually an oasis in the middle of a desert.

In the dream Alex and I were very good friends. The best of friends actually, and we were taking a class on philosophy, which, for some reason, was being held at the Holiday Select (formerly HoJo's). It didn't look like a hotel, of course, it was just the same building.

We had decided to take the course because Alex always seemed to be striving towards something. He was not from Saint John originally, but had been on a journey through the desert and had stopped here to take a break and had not yet built up the courage to continue on. On this particular day, we had to go to the liquor store for Hayley, and were moving down Chesley Drive, hand in hand, talking.

"I feel as though something in my life is missing. There is something I'm not getting or not seeing, and I don't know how to find it," he said to me.

"Because you've halted your journey. Life isn't just this oasis, but what's on the other side of the sands," I replied.

"I don't know how to start it."

"You've become attached to the safety of the oasis and fear to take the next step. Nothing worth having is gained easily, and this life has become easy for you," I told him.

"You sound like you want me to go." We had stopped at this point, and I had begun to cry.

"I just want you to be happy. This life is a security blanket, and you'll never be happy while you cling to it." He just looked at me for a long moment, and then nodded. He kissed me on the forehead and then just walked away. I watched him for a moment, and then turned back. I didn't look back, and got the feeling that neither had he.

It was here that I woke up, and I felt melancholy, like I had indeed just lost someone dear to me. Even now, the dream is so vivid, it feels like it really happened.

posted by Lisa at 10:56 AM |

 
Band Babe

The dream started fairly normal. I got off the bus across from the Mercantile Building and headed into the mall. There were two doors going into the building that stood where the Aquatic Centre actually is. One was fairly difficult to get through, because it wasn't so much a door as a hole in the wall, and the second was at the end of a fairly elaborate set of walkways.

As I moved down the walkways, I noticed a young man, probably about 18. He was taller than me, not by a lot, but a bit, and had shoulder length brown hair. He was very slim, and seemed to be hanging back shyly. I didn't really dwell on it, and headed into the mall.

It was completely packed, and as I moved through to the escalators, I got stuck behind this really slow woman. She keep weaving back and forth, and because it was so busy, I was stuck behind her. There was a really creepy man, middle aged, with a mustache and greying hair behind me. He kept smiling at me, which made me want to move faster, and of course, I still couldn't pass the woman.

Finally, we got on the escalators, but they were really unusual escalators. They were moving, but if you didn't walk up them very fast, you'd end up falling behind. I was trying to squeeze past the lady in front of me when the creepy man started singing "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas. I couldn't help it; I started to giggle. The more I laughed, the louder he sang, and the farther back I fell on the escalator until I was literally being pushed ahead by the creepy man. I managed to get myself together, and to the top of the escalator without too much of a scene.

Once at the top, I got past the slow woman, and headed into Brunswick Square. Although it was the middle of the day, it was dark and completely deserted. Apparently there was some sort of function going on and the building had been rented out. The bookstore on the first floor was open, but I didn't want to climb down the ladder to first floor. So, instead, I turned my hair very blonde (I'm not sure exactly how) and extended the length and decided to leave the way I'd come.

As I was walking down the hall, it felt like time had slowed a bit. I was flipping my hair, flashing smiles at people and basically just strutting along. People would look at me appreciatively, and I'd smile and we'd all move on. I swung my hair over my shoulder and caught the eye of the young long haired boy I'd noticed on my way in.

"Do you play?" I asked. He froze, looking very shocked that I'd actually spoken to him. "Do you play?" I asked again. He nodded meekly.

"Good, you're in." It turns out that the real reason that everyone was looking at me was because I was the lead singer of this incredibly popular rock band, and I was on the lookout for a new guitar player.

Suddenly, Chris Walsh appears out of nowhere. (I'm not sure how Chris always ends up in my dreams, but there you have it.) He didn't say anything, but he was my agent/producer. He was all dressed up in a suit, and stuck a contract in the new guitarist's face.

Next thing I know, we're strutting along, this time a different hall, heading for the second exit. Me and guitar boy got out the little hole in the wall fairly easily, but Chris started cursing and swearing because his suit kept getting snagged.

And, that was it.

posted by Lisa at 10:31 AM |

 
Karaoke Queen

I had my karaoke machine set up at work. I'm not sure exactly why, but it seemed like a quiet day in the building; there was only a fraction of the staff. It was set up next to my desk, on a little table where Geraldine usually sits.

I set up the machine, and plugged it into the PA system. First up I had Kizzy, who was on the same floor, just a couple rows down. She sang "Drops of Jupitar". Naturally, the Kizzy-Karaoke-Kurse struck, and I had problems getting her song up and running. :-P

Next, I sang "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson. It went pretty well, but some of the lyrics were different than the song, which threw me off a little. By the end of the dream, I'd also done "Bring Me to Life", "My Immortal" and "Heartbreaker".

posted by Lisa at 10:06 AM |

 
Photo Real

I don't really remember much of this dream beyond being in a restaurant. The restaurant was located on Water street, although, it didn't look like Water street. (Much too bohemian and busy :-P) For whatever reason, at the particular juncture in the dream, there was a group of five women, including myself, dressed rather, well, trashy. Think the Moulin Rouge "Lady Marmalade" video.

The five of us got up to pose for a photo because-although nobody thought anything particularly strange about us being dressed so-we looked so interesting. We stood sort of in a very tall rack, like a rolling rack for costumes, without the wheels. We were posed fairly seductively, and the photo was taken.

That's all I remember, but it feels almost like a memory than a dream. Weird.

posted by Lisa at 10:14 AM |

 
Breaking the Bank

This was one of those weird dual perception dreams. I was watching the dream, as an outsider, but I was also seeing the dream through the eyes of another.

First I was a young woman, who kind of looked like a young Wynona Ryder, by the name of Apple. I was working at a store/laundromat with my father when a large blond man entered. He proceeded to hold us up; clearly a desperate man. Terrified, we did what he wanted; anything to avoid getting hurt.

Somewhere along the way, he began telling us about how his life had been ruined by some corporate banker and that was why he'd turned to a life of crime.

The next scene, I was the man, and my name was Joe Eben (or something like that). Apple and her father were helping me find a change of clothing from the piles of (clean) laundry so I could get out of the shop without the cops realizing it was me. I thanked them, and headed towards this bank.

The bank building was this monstrosity of glass and steel. I made my way up to the CEO's office and threatened my way into the office. I held the bank CEO, the man who was responsible for my troubles, a con and horrible human being. I'm not sure what I was trying to accomplish, but the CEO was not repentent at all. He was this slimy looking man, with a fancy suit and black hair. He seemed to be doing everything in his power to make me even more mad. I think he was hoping I'd kill him.

posted by Lisa at 11:25 AM |