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I had a lovely dream on Thursday. I dreamed that H.M. Wynant had made many movies for Disney (actually, he only made one, Tonka) and Disney was releasing them in an H.M. Wynant Collection. Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo was one of them, LOL. Random choice, brain. Then we were watching some old movie, and we were at the old house, and Grandma was still alive and we were showing it to her like we always used to do, and it seemed to be either a Western or taking place in the 1900s and H.M.'s character was wearing a straw hat and striped jacket and was singing to a crowd. The song weirdly enough included some of the lyrics of a silly song I wrote about his Perry Mason character. (That parody is one I'm most proud of, as the character's name is Mr. Sampson, and oh, how well that works for a parody of Mr. Santa/Sandman!)
It got weirder/more awesome by far when H.M. came to visit and I got to meet him and later have dinner with him and his wife (which was set up on a small table down in the old house's laundry room, WTH).
Bizarre settings, but awesomely epic dream. Waking up from that kind of dream is actually refreshing. It's nice for a change.
Then today, oh boy, I had one of my "I'm being chased" dreams again. This one was intense and scary, as it was an assassin after me. I think I knew something I wasn't supposed to know. I was alone in the house (something that's never the case in real-life), ran out, ran next-door for help, tried to call 911, messed up the address on the phone because the guy was breaking in, had to run away again both to protect myself and the people in the house.... Then I was back in my house again and had to run again, and thus began the mad chase. I ran up and down blocks, in and out of people's houses, encountering some people who turned up in prior dreams and eventually ending up in the dream world of my mom's childhood neighborhood. It looks and feels much creepier in the dream, even though in reality it's not a safe place anymore and hasn't been for years. I decided going to hide down the old street would be a bad idea because I could be tracked there, so after I passed the home of some relatives who still live there in actuality, I ran down a different street. I ended up at some old dilapidated house where I knew some private eye or lawyer or somebody lived. For some reason, I thought the guy would help me, so I ran inside. The guy was certainly unconventional, but he did agree to help. There were a few scenes of what seemed to be making plans for what to do and going to some dilapidated theatre to ... meet an informant or something.
Then ... I'm not sure what happened, if I woke up and went back to sleep and started some of the dream over, but it was night and I was home and I knew I had to go out and get to the downtown area to ... either get to that guy's house or meet him somewhere like Borders. And even though the home was definitely here, or based on here, the downtown area was the area in our old city. (Which is also where Mom's childhood neighborhood is in real-life.) So I started out and had to go past the cemetery, and it's also way bigger than in real-life, and it was making me very nervous. Then it was by the freeway in the dream, and I was walking alongside the freeway on the sidewalk to get downtown. And either someone was with me or I decided to get a tricycle to go faster than walking, WTH. Still not sure whether the one on the tricycle was me or if I was with her. And we did make it downtown and it seemed like we were going to Borders to meet the guy.
I often dream about taking such trips downtown, to Borders or Barnes and Noble or the big library. There's always a much more mysterious feeling over the whole place than in real-life. It's so interesting and weird both. As are the chase dreams. Assassin ones are freaking scary, but they're intense and exciting as I'm putting as much distance between him and me as possible. And it's always kind of nice revisiting the old neighborhoods in my dreams. Even though they're not exactly the same as in reality.
It got weirder/more awesome by far when H.M. came to visit and I got to meet him and later have dinner with him and his wife (which was set up on a small table down in the old house's laundry room, WTH).
Bizarre settings, but awesomely epic dream. Waking up from that kind of dream is actually refreshing. It's nice for a change.
Then today, oh boy, I had one of my "I'm being chased" dreams again. This one was intense and scary, as it was an assassin after me. I think I knew something I wasn't supposed to know. I was alone in the house (something that's never the case in real-life), ran out, ran next-door for help, tried to call 911, messed up the address on the phone because the guy was breaking in, had to run away again both to protect myself and the people in the house.... Then I was back in my house again and had to run again, and thus began the mad chase. I ran up and down blocks, in and out of people's houses, encountering some people who turned up in prior dreams and eventually ending up in the dream world of my mom's childhood neighborhood. It looks and feels much creepier in the dream, even though in reality it's not a safe place anymore and hasn't been for years. I decided going to hide down the old street would be a bad idea because I could be tracked there, so after I passed the home of some relatives who still live there in actuality, I ran down a different street. I ended up at some old dilapidated house where I knew some private eye or lawyer or somebody lived. For some reason, I thought the guy would help me, so I ran inside. The guy was certainly unconventional, but he did agree to help. There were a few scenes of what seemed to be making plans for what to do and going to some dilapidated theatre to ... meet an informant or something.
Then ... I'm not sure what happened, if I woke up and went back to sleep and started some of the dream over, but it was night and I was home and I knew I had to go out and get to the downtown area to ... either get to that guy's house or meet him somewhere like Borders. And even though the home was definitely here, or based on here, the downtown area was the area in our old city. (Which is also where Mom's childhood neighborhood is in real-life.) So I started out and had to go past the cemetery, and it's also way bigger than in real-life, and it was making me very nervous. Then it was by the freeway in the dream, and I was walking alongside the freeway on the sidewalk to get downtown. And either someone was with me or I decided to get a tricycle to go faster than walking, WTH. Still not sure whether the one on the tricycle was me or if I was with her. And we did make it downtown and it seemed like we were going to Borders to meet the guy.
I often dream about taking such trips downtown, to Borders or Barnes and Noble or the big library. There's always a much more mysterious feeling over the whole place than in real-life. It's so interesting and weird both. As are the chase dreams. Assassin ones are freaking scary, but they're intense and exciting as I'm putting as much distance between him and me as possible. And it's always kind of nice revisiting the old neighborhoods in my dreams. Even though they're not exactly the same as in reality.
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Date: 2017-04-24 06:14 pm (UTC)Welcome to Dreamwidth, btw. :D I'm glad that you've come here as well.
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Date: 2017-04-25 12:05 am (UTC)I think I like revisiting the old neighborhoods because I miss them so much. And I miss places that are gone now, like Borders. The dreams are a way to have them back. It's certainly melancholy to wake up and remember they're gone, though.
And thanks. :) I've had an account here for years, but I haven't done much with it before. I'm still wondering what to do about Livejournal, as there are people there who don't want to come here and I want them to read my thoughts too.
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Date: 2017-04-25 07:20 am (UTC)I hate these chase dreams in general but (luckily!) I haven't had any for years.
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Date: 2017-04-25 07:26 am (UTC)That's good!