A #Dream, a Woman in the Shadows

The second of today’s short sleep segments brought me a dream that was interesting not only in its extreme detail but also because it featured the return of a character from a previous dream, one from a few nights ago that I remembered while in this most recent dream and which I remember very well now, but that I didn’t remember when waking from the sleep segment in which that first dream happened. This returning character is one who only exists in my dreams, I can’t relate her to anyone I know, have known, or know about.

The setting of this dream was a tire store in Bloomington, IN, where I actually did work for a short time many years ago.

In my dream…
It was late at night, many years after I’d been employed at the store. I was passing by and noticed that the lights were on in the showroom and office area and a few of the big bay doors were standing wide open. But I couldn’t see any work going nor were any of the workers, salesmen, or managers anywhere to be seen. And it was several hours past the store’s closing time. Curious, that. I decided to check the situation out.

Walking into the showroom, I called out, “Hello there!” But I got no answer. After waiting a few minutes and still hearing nothing but silence I walked back into the darkened work area to see if I could find anyone there. I saw no one and no sign of any work going on. All the lights were off, the only illumination coming from the windows to the showroom and the open bay doors. Again I called out but again I heard no response.

Then I saw that other folks had noticed the store lights on. A few people had come into the showroom and were looking around at the displays as if they were wanting to buy something or schedule some work and were expecting a salesman to help them. I had to explain that the store was closed, even though it looked like it was open, and they should leave.

As they were leaving, I noticed some cars pulling up to the side of the store. Heading over to them I again found potential customers expecting service.

And… I also saw an attractive woman standing in the shadows by a workbench. I recognized her as the woman from that other dream of a few nights ago. And she recognized me, too! “Hey,” she smiled when I approached her, “I know you! You’re the guy who…” And then she reminded me of the time we spent together in that other dream, and she smiled again and hugged me.

I quickly explained the situation and asked her if she’d want to help me lock up the store after I got rid of the other people. “Just you and me?” she asked. “Oh yeah, let’s do it!”

The rest of the dream consisted of me trying to get rid of people who kept coming up to the store while I was trying to shut the doors and turn out the lights. I never did get to spend any alone time with that woman. Not in this dream, anyway.

I wonder if she’ll show up again?

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A #dream about a strange inheritance

Last night found me with two separate sleep segments: the first was four and a half hours long (from two-thirty in the morning), and the second was three and a half hours long (from eight-thirty in the morning until Noon). Though I had dreams in both segments, I can only remember one from the first with any kind of detail.

In this dream…
I was in a strange living situation. With an unidentified girlfriend, I was sharing a large mobile home with a single guy, and with a married couple who had one young son. The identities of all the folks in this dream, other than me, remain unclear. And there was nothing about the trailer to relate it specifically to anywhere I’ve ever been, (though I did live in a trailer once, renting out a bedroom from a buddy of mine.)

All of us were bikers, though none of us belonged to any organized motorcycle club or organization.

The single guy that was living with us had just died and had left a will bequeathing his assets to those of us who had been his closest friends. A cash settlement was left to the married couple, and they used it to take their son on a family vacation to Disneyland. To my girlfriend he left a paid-for college scholarship so she could return to school and finish her education. And to me he left his classic BMW motorcycle. And I thought, in my dream, that I had received by far the best bequest.

Mighty strange, this. I’ve never really been a “biker,” though I’ve had friends who were. And I’ve never owned nor spent much time around BMW bikes, though I’ve always admired them.

Even stranger was that my friend had left one more gift, this to my girlfriend. It was a vacuum cleaner that ran off the BMW’s engine. That’s right: one could only use it when it was hooked up to the bike.

With the married couple and their son gone on vacation, my girlfriend and I were attempting to vacuum the carpet in the trailer. And we were finding it to be quite a challenging project to say the least! She was working the vacuum while I was driving the bike from room to room and around the furniture.

Only in a dream could something like this work at all, folks. And it seemed like we were pulling it off in this one.

Tonight’s #anime – PARASITE DOLLS

Having run through the horror movies I’d shoved to the top of my Netflix queue for Halloween season, I’m now enjoying what looks to be a good run of anime and cartoon shows.

Parasite Dolls (2004) was the anime I enjoyed tonight. Its description from Netflix:

In this anime adventure, androids with knock-out bodies and personalities have begun to take over every area of society. Known as Boomers, these stellar-looking beings begin to show that some are as un-human as you can get, and when their infiltration becomes too much to take, peacekeeper Branch must step in to make things right. But when some faulty Boomers start killing innocent people, will there be enough time to stop them all?

The movie consists of three connected OVAs, each of which tells a different story, and each of which relates to the main plot-line described above. More Cyberpunk than anything else, the visuals in Parasite Dolls are strong enough to make up for any other shortcomings.

The fact that all the characters were adults was a definite plus, in my opinion. There was quite a bit of death and gore, and the dark, futuristic cityscapes were almost hypnotically beautiful. This is one anime I’ll probably enjoy watching again, sometime in the future.

Three #Dreams: Two Nice and One Not

It’s interesting to note that at the present time and for the past week or so the dividing line between sleep and wakefulness has become increasingly blurry. This is so at both ends of a sleep segment, its beginning and its end, and sometimes at different points during the night and during the day. Now, I’m not complaining about this at all. Given my station in life and the complete Independence of my schedule on anything other than my own timetable, I’m free to enjoy this as a feature rather than gripe about it as a problem.

Hand in hand with this phenomenon is an unusually active dream-life. Last night brought me three that were extremely vivid and detailed. The first two were very fun, but the third was absolutely not.

Dream #1:
In this dream I chanced to overhear a cellphone conversation on my phone between two young women (neither of whom bore any resemblance to anyone I know or have ever known in the real, waking world) in which they were planning a private escapade. After listening to all the details of what, when, and where they were planning I decided to show up and enjoy myself with them. And I did. And a great time was had by all!

Dream #2:
A very similar activity to that shared by me and the two young women in the first dream was shared by me with a somewhat older woman in the second dream. Where the women in the first dream were, oh… maybe twenty-somethings, the woman in this one was perhaps forty or so. Again she was someone new that I’d just met, not anyone that I’ve ever known before or know now. And again, we had a great time.

Dream #3:
This was a return of a common nightmare, one which found me as a UPS delivery driver on the route in downtown Bloomington, IN, that I used to work for so many years. I’d been dispatched with a load that was impossibly huge: more packages and stops than I could possibly handle, more packages and stops than anyone could possibly handle. And I was running out of time. The day was ending and I had so damned much work left to do. I was racing the clock but I knew, I just knew there was no way I was going to get done. It was horrible! Simply horrible!