Had two very vivid dreams last night.
The first was like a little bit of wish-fulfilment that went wrong towards the end, and continues my recent trend of having dreams in which I’m roped into being a babysitter only for it to go wrong.
So tt started off that I was wandering along a Hawaiin beach, much like the one above, with my rucksack, laptop case, etc., looking for a place to work peacefully. Then I met two little girls who asked me why I was there. It turns out that i’d been flown to Hawaii courtesey of Warners Bros. becuase I’d been hired to write the Hawaii-set section of Cloud Atlas (I wish!!) and was there for research….
But somehow these two girls managed to convince me to leave my work aside, becuase they needed a babysitter :S And it turned out they wanted to go jet sking! So we went out jet-sking on the bay, with me frantically trying to keep up with them. We got to the other side and there was a house covered with pink flowers, and the girls asked me to make up a story about the house…so I started making up a story about how the house got covered in flowers. Then I turned around and one of my cousins was there, randomly….and started asking me what I was doing in Hawaii, so I started explaining. When I was finished I turned around and the girls were gone :O. So I started freaking out, and looking for them, knowing that I should probably be working on the script and I wasn’t…. The end!
The other dream was wiiiierd.
It started out with me walking along the side of a busy road with a lot of other people, singing carols. I was wearing a really heavy rucksack, stuffed with stuff I knew to be important, like my laptop, etc. Finally we got to a huge church off to the side of the road in the trees. It was little more than a giant, quite wide spire, and the entrance door to it was like a quarter the way up the building, and the way to get up to it…was a giant christmas tree tipped on its side like a ramp right to the door. The tree was absolutely covered with hanging soft toys, and we all started clambering up these toys till we reached the door. Then inside we all started going up the narrow spiral staircase that led upwards.
Everyone went in front of me, and I followed…or at least, I tried to follow, because my rucksack was too wide for the staircase and it kept getting stuck and holding me back. So I was trying to force myself around the narrow corners, really working my shoulders, ha, when I realised it would be easier to just take the rucksack off, leave it on the steps and pick it up when I got back down. So I took it off, laid it on one of the steps…and it fell onto its side and started sliding down the steps. I started to chase it, shouting, but it was going too fast, and it got to the last step, slid out the door, down the christmas tree and straight on to the busy road! I was FREAKING OUT! I clambered down the tree fast and to the dge of the road, where I watched helplessly as cars zoomed perilously close to the bag…luckily it didn’t get run over and I saw an opportunity to run out and get it.
I eventually got up to the top of the spire, which was a supiciously large room for such a narrow tower ( dream logic, eh?). Everyone was singing carols. After the service I told the minister what had happened with my bag on the stairs and him and his wife were convinced it was a great allegory for ‘the hard but important task for shouldering a belief in God’ and said they wanted to use it in his next sermon. I was unconvinced, but let them get on with it anyways…. :P