Bear with me here.
Feb. 24th, 2008 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayamaiaI am often amused at the progression of thought. Particularly, in my case, how it tends to get filtered through a few layers of fiction - and you know what that means these days.
I am listening to Rammstein right now.
This is because I've got I'm Henry the Eighth I Am stuck in my head and I'm trying to get it out.
It's stuck in my head because I started thinking about how monarchs are numbered when they have repeat names.
.
That's because I was thinking of Louis XV, because I was thinking of Madame de Pompadour.
Yes, I was thinking about Doctor Who.
And finally, that was because I woke up this morning from a dream that involved Freema Agyeman. She was working at the cafe in the bookstore that was my bedroom, and in the dream she had previously worked at the Bread Garden with me.
The dream is one thing I'd really like to describe, because it was a few layers of crazy. Initially last night, I dreamed something involving a lake I've dreamed of before, a bit of an adventure (possibly involving Five, not sure) that had me running through a rocky edge of it (carefully avoiding the turtles) which ended with me discovering several "goldfish" - still alive and some were really guppies - which I'd forgotten in my drawer for a few months. Somehow I had an aquarium in which to put them, along with one large goldfish I'd gotten from the lake. (Its face was oddly like the turtles')
And then I was in my old bedroom at home. I may have woken for a few seconds before this. The house was very, very different, and not in a previous dream's style this time. The entire Northeast end was my room, and apparently it was a Borders books (even though it wasn't all that big. I get the feeling that the closets were bigger on the inside). The ceiling was peaked, and there were large windows to the right and left, but the Northeast wall was the bookstore cafe, where I leaned over the espresso machine and chatted with Freema about that odd goldfish dream I'd just had. I explained to her how I had dreamed of the lake before, and how I similarly repeatedly dream of other things - like a beach with 30 to 40 foot waves that somehow do not destroy anything in their path - though they are loud and hurt like hell when they hit.
Well while we were talking, I looked outside where it was a bit breezy and the clouds were looking rather odd. I thought "strange, it looks like we're about to get a tornado, even though the wind is far too light for it." And sure enough, a funnel dropped out of the clouds right in between the houses and started moving over us. It tore the roof off and made the room a bit chillier, but the breeze was light and rather nice. I think I turned back to Freema and said, "Well that was pretty, wasn't it?" and started discussing whether I should get a piece of cake (which looked like pie) or not.
I then woke up and got a bit of water, immediately thereafter going to sleep again. This one I can't remember very clearly - all I know is, I was in a small group of friends walking over a large river on a sunny day. I think it was a big event, possibly political in nature, but with a holiday sort of feel. I was talking with Alex and telling him about the dream I'd just had, about the tornado and chatting with that good friend I'd had when I was at the Bread Garden. "You mean Freema Agyeman?" "Yeah, Freema." And then I was trying to remember why in the world she was working at a bakery with me, which I rationalized to myself as Oh, maybe she was between acting jobs. Bah ha ha.
So there are a few interesting points to me. First of all, there are several scenes I dream of repeatedly. The lake and its surroundings are only on the second or third dream right now. The tornado is extremely common, though it's normally one of the most frightening things I dream about - this time it was nice background.
Second, usually if I dream of an actor, actress, or fictional character, they clearly represent a specific person (Superman is Papa, Bigby Wolf or Wolverine Jeff, Liv Tyler is Elisabeth's friend Genevieve.) I can't think of anyone Freema was supposed to represent, though normally I think of Martha Jones as Martie.
Finally, it's pretty rare for me to dream that I'm dreaming, but telling someone about a previous dream - as a dream - is not as unusual.
Cool!
I am listening to Rammstein right now.
This is because I've got I'm Henry the Eighth I Am stuck in my head and I'm trying to get it out.
It's stuck in my head because I started thinking about how monarchs are numbered when they have repeat names.
.
That's because I was thinking of Louis XV, because I was thinking of Madame de Pompadour.
Yes, I was thinking about Doctor Who.
And finally, that was because I woke up this morning from a dream that involved Freema Agyeman. She was working at the cafe in the bookstore that was my bedroom, and in the dream she had previously worked at the Bread Garden with me.
The dream is one thing I'd really like to describe, because it was a few layers of crazy. Initially last night, I dreamed something involving a lake I've dreamed of before, a bit of an adventure (possibly involving Five, not sure) that had me running through a rocky edge of it (carefully avoiding the turtles) which ended with me discovering several "goldfish" - still alive and some were really guppies - which I'd forgotten in my drawer for a few months. Somehow I had an aquarium in which to put them, along with one large goldfish I'd gotten from the lake. (Its face was oddly like the turtles')
And then I was in my old bedroom at home. I may have woken for a few seconds before this. The house was very, very different, and not in a previous dream's style this time. The entire Northeast end was my room, and apparently it was a Borders books (even though it wasn't all that big. I get the feeling that the closets were bigger on the inside). The ceiling was peaked, and there were large windows to the right and left, but the Northeast wall was the bookstore cafe, where I leaned over the espresso machine and chatted with Freema about that odd goldfish dream I'd just had. I explained to her how I had dreamed of the lake before, and how I similarly repeatedly dream of other things - like a beach with 30 to 40 foot waves that somehow do not destroy anything in their path - though they are loud and hurt like hell when they hit.
Well while we were talking, I looked outside where it was a bit breezy and the clouds were looking rather odd. I thought "strange, it looks like we're about to get a tornado, even though the wind is far too light for it." And sure enough, a funnel dropped out of the clouds right in between the houses and started moving over us. It tore the roof off and made the room a bit chillier, but the breeze was light and rather nice. I think I turned back to Freema and said, "Well that was pretty, wasn't it?" and started discussing whether I should get a piece of cake (which looked like pie) or not.
I then woke up and got a bit of water, immediately thereafter going to sleep again. This one I can't remember very clearly - all I know is, I was in a small group of friends walking over a large river on a sunny day. I think it was a big event, possibly political in nature, but with a holiday sort of feel. I was talking with Alex and telling him about the dream I'd just had, about the tornado and chatting with that good friend I'd had when I was at the Bread Garden. "You mean Freema Agyeman?" "Yeah, Freema." And then I was trying to remember why in the world she was working at a bakery with me, which I rationalized to myself as Oh, maybe she was between acting jobs. Bah ha ha.
So there are a few interesting points to me. First of all, there are several scenes I dream of repeatedly. The lake and its surroundings are only on the second or third dream right now. The tornado is extremely common, though it's normally one of the most frightening things I dream about - this time it was nice background.
Second, usually if I dream of an actor, actress, or fictional character, they clearly represent a specific person (Superman is Papa, Bigby Wolf or Wolverine Jeff, Liv Tyler is Elisabeth's friend Genevieve.) I can't think of anyone Freema was supposed to represent, though normally I think of Martha Jones as Martie.
Finally, it's pretty rare for me to dream that I'm dreaming, but telling someone about a previous dream - as a dream - is not as unusual.
Cool!
