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Nifty nightmare 
3rd-Sep-2006 10:14 pm
Misc: BiCamp campfire
So, my subconscious is creative. Here’s the nightmare plumtreeblossom woke me up out of last night:

I was in a very old apartment in a university; I think it had sometimes been used as a dormitory suite for students, and at other periods of history it was a residence that went along with some particular endowed chair. It was all very dark and Gothic and reminded me of the older buildings at Yale. (Actually, I think the dream was partly inspired by talking and thinking about my college years recently, and partly by reading Terry Pratchett’s description of Unseen University — I’m up to Sourcery in the Diskworld novels.) On one doorframe, generations of residents had carved their names over the centuries, one after the other from the mid-1700s. Somebody was there with me, a close friend or a family member, and we were listening to answering-machine messages. Somehow, it struck me that something violent and terrible had happened here, and that some of the long-dead residents had had some sort of bizarre secret. I (we) had been away for a long time, and there were a lot of messages on the machine, but they got progressively vaguer and more ambiguous and stranger, and the notion came to me that some of the messages were from dead people trying to tell their secret. I was in a little washroom (no toilet, just a sink and mirror) washing my hands, and the mirror was all steamed up.

As I reached up to wipe the fog off the mirror, I realized that I was acting out a horror-movie cliché, and I expected that I’d see some ghost or assassin behind me.

Instead, what I saw was somebody else’s head on my body: slightly darker skin, bushier eyebrows, a heavier brow and more angular jaw, a slightly flatter, broader face, stubble, and curly, almost black, shoulder-length hair. But this face in the mirror accurately reflected my shocked and puzzled expression, and my hand in the mirror went up to touch the stubbly cheek as my own hand went up and felt my smooth one.

I think I was crying out in my sleep, and plumtreeblossom says she woke me up out of the dream — I remember waking up, but not that she woke me up.

It would make a good scene in a movie, wouldn’t it?
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4th-Sep-2006 03:02 am (UTC)
It would make a good scene in a movie, wouldn’t it?


It would! Creeeepyyyy!

I had a very depressing dream the other night that I had somehow survived the end of the world, along with a few other random people, but had lost eor. I could see no reason to live, not only because I didn't have him, but because I think he's one of the few people who has the sort of brain and skills it would take to rebuild civilization.
4th-Sep-2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
That does sound like a depressing dream! I’m so glad he’s still there. :-)
4th-Sep-2006 03:42 pm (UTC)
It only took me a few seconds to know that I should wake you up, ant that something was wrong. I thought you might be having trouble breathing, so I reached around touched you and said something (I don't remember what). That's when you woke, and told me very briefly of your dream. When we went back to trying to sleep, I made myself think happy thoughts because I was afraid I would pick up the nightmare where you left off!
4th-Sep-2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
I’m really glad my nightmare didn’t turn out to be catching! *Kiss.*
4th-Sep-2006 05:21 pm (UTC)
There's a movie out now that I haven't seen (suffered through the trailer) about a group of dead people who contact some students through their computers. There was something in there about mirrors, too, but it was just a bad trailer, so I didn't really pay attention. Did you see that trailer and have your unconscious play with it this way, or are you reproducing modern movies all on your own? :-)

I dreamed about mrf_arch the other night, and during the dream, he woke up and looked at me and said, "Stop dreaming about me!" That felt very weird. :-)
4th-Sep-2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
I did see that trailer, or part of it. I don’t remember anything about mirrors, but maybe my subconscious does. :-)
I dreamed about mrf_arch the other night, and during the dream, he woke up and looked at me and said, "Stop dreaming about me!" That felt very weird. :-)
I’ll bet it did! So in the dream, did you stop dreaming about him?
4th-Sep-2006 10:28 pm (UTC)
I did see that trailer, or part of it. I don’t remember anything about mirrors, but maybe my subconscious does. :-)

Well, I could be confabulating the part about mirrors; as I said, I wasn't paying close attention. But I seem to remember that one of the actors looked in the mirror and saw her dead friend looking back, or something like that. I guess we'll just have to go to the movies, something where that trailer is playing. :-)


I’ll bet it did! So in the dream, did you stop dreaming about him?

It was disruptive enough that it woke me up, which is probably why I remember it. In the dream, I was sort of hovering over him as he was sleeping (kinda floating up near the ceiling), so when he opened his eyes he looked right into my face, and it was disturbing to think I'd intruded on a friend's privacy in that way. Geeze. Sounds like my unconscious worries about ethics. You'd think it would be enough for me to think about that stuff while I'm awake. :-)

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