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Three Vivid Dreams, Two Featuring Irene
Jun. 3rd, 2013 07:00 amThe first dream was simply a well detailed, very erotic dream, about a girl I have a crush on. This is only the second time that's ever happened, and the first time was about twenty years ago. It ended much to soon.
The next dream I was on a cruise ship and had an impossibly tiny cabin that I shared with five strangers. Due to it's cramped size, I spent most of my time in the public areas. There I saw numerous SCA folks of my acquaintance (in their normal garb) wandering among the other passengers. The other passengers didn't seem to care, or even notice, the strangely dressed folks in their mist.
One of my bunkmates turned out to be named Irene, and she had enemies who were looking for her.
The final dream I was back at my parent's house and there was a burned out wreck of a car sitting on the neighbour's front lawn. Examining it, I see that it's made up of my own car, and the parts of another car. The fire isn't completely out yet so I fetch our garden hose and bring it over. Along the way, I see that the other half of my car (and the other half of the parts of the other car) are kinda/sorta assembled in the back lane in a way that suggests malice rather than mechanical aptitude.
I spray the first wreck just as the fire department arrives to deal with it and QC is one of the fireman. I take him to the back alley to show him the other wreck and somehow meet up with LA and RT. We get to the back to see that someone has also surrounded the car with colourful tombstones. The tombstones all name Irene. Upon seeing the name, it all makes sense to my dream self.
Me in the waking world? I haven't a fucking clue who Irene is, or why she's so universally hated. Frankly, given the subject matter of the first dream, I'd rather not have any more dreams featuring Irene.
Last dream ended at 5 am, so I got up 30 minutes before my alarm.
The next dream I was on a cruise ship and had an impossibly tiny cabin that I shared with five strangers. Due to it's cramped size, I spent most of my time in the public areas. There I saw numerous SCA folks of my acquaintance (in their normal garb) wandering among the other passengers. The other passengers didn't seem to care, or even notice, the strangely dressed folks in their mist.
One of my bunkmates turned out to be named Irene, and she had enemies who were looking for her.
The final dream I was back at my parent's house and there was a burned out wreck of a car sitting on the neighbour's front lawn. Examining it, I see that it's made up of my own car, and the parts of another car. The fire isn't completely out yet so I fetch our garden hose and bring it over. Along the way, I see that the other half of my car (and the other half of the parts of the other car) are kinda/sorta assembled in the back lane in a way that suggests malice rather than mechanical aptitude.
I spray the first wreck just as the fire department arrives to deal with it and QC is one of the fireman. I take him to the back alley to show him the other wreck and somehow meet up with LA and RT. We get to the back to see that someone has also surrounded the car with colourful tombstones. The tombstones all name Irene. Upon seeing the name, it all makes sense to my dream self.
Me in the waking world? I haven't a fucking clue who Irene is, or why she's so universally hated. Frankly, given the subject matter of the first dream, I'd rather not have any more dreams featuring Irene.
Last dream ended at 5 am, so I got up 30 minutes before my alarm.
