Nightmare report
I don't usually have nightmares, but I do more so now than when I was young. I wish I could trade my dreams from last night with Jay; it sounds like he had better ones.
I'm on a bus, trying to find an artisan sale, on the hunt for christmas gifts. I get myself lost in dream Toronto, and decide to find my way on foot - no telling where those buses will take you. I meet my neighbour Amelia who is heading in the same direction, so I tag along with her. This artisan sale turns out to be more of a bizarre yard sale held in an old dusty elementary school. People are spread out through the building in endless empty classrooms. I only remember walking into one. A tall and skinny man, who I never learn the name of, and who is somewhat tough looking in a wiry sense, is the only occupant of it. He is selling the old original carebear stuffed animals on a table, the only piece of furniture in the room. Out of a sense of nostalgia I pick one up and start digging for some change in my change purse. I'm in a good mood, and make some friendly small talk as I try to count it out. Somehow, math has become incredibly difficult. I can't figure out the simple figures. He starts counting too, both of us with small piles of change in front of us on the table. A kids math song pops into my head, which he then starts humming. I laugh and tell him how I just had that song pop into my head. At that, he grabs me and tries to kiss me. I turn away surprised, and tell him that I'm sorry, but he must have gotten the wrong impression as I am definitely not available. I'm light about it, thinking he's just overly forward. I figure he'll be embarrassed, so I smile in an attempt to put him at ease as I try to pull away, when he pulls me in again. I'm a bit annoyed now but not particularly threatened, repeating what I've said. As I do so, I see through the small window set in the old wooden door to the room, Jay walking past. The skinny guy sees him too and seems to sense who he is, and as I manage to pull a bit further away he hits the light switch. I think for a brief moment that it's because he wants to give me a chance to put a bit of distance between us and straighten up lest Jay come in and think something untoward was occurring. That stops when in the dark he grabs me again to kiss me. I try to call out but my throat is blocked by his tongue, which is thick but forked like a snake, and is choking me. Suddenly I'm filled with a sense of blind panic, as I wake up trying to scream, gagging on my own tongue.
It left me with a rather nasty feeling. Afterward I was angry about feeling so desperate and fearful at the last moment of the dream. In other dreams where I've been threatened I've kicked into a somewhat frightened but fighting state, instead of feeling so uselessly scared.
A scene which I can't remember how I personally relate to: Three men, of unknown ethnicity but looking vaugely arabic stand stock still in an empty stone tiled courtyard. It's night; starless but half-moon lit. They are very muscular, clean shaven, immaculately groomed and have completely unreadable facial expressions. Their clothes consist of matching loose pants in a dark flowing fabric, and various ceremonial looking trappings; but they are bare chested and bare footed. They are carrying medium length straight swords. The scene pans back to show a small non descript woman in unremarkable clothing who appears to be paying them no attention, crumpled in a little pile on the ground, quietly scrubbing the stone flagging with a rag. At once, they silently walk towards her, unsheath, and with no sound or emotion begin to chop her into a million pieces. Her body falls to bits on the stone, a pile of pink-red and white that looks like nothing more than pieces of meat. I don't remember them stopping, nor my reaction to the event.
The more you climb the ladder
The more you show your ass
~ The Hammerheads
I'm on a bus, trying to find an artisan sale, on the hunt for christmas gifts. I get myself lost in dream Toronto, and decide to find my way on foot - no telling where those buses will take you. I meet my neighbour Amelia who is heading in the same direction, so I tag along with her. This artisan sale turns out to be more of a bizarre yard sale held in an old dusty elementary school. People are spread out through the building in endless empty classrooms. I only remember walking into one. A tall and skinny man, who I never learn the name of, and who is somewhat tough looking in a wiry sense, is the only occupant of it. He is selling the old original carebear stuffed animals on a table, the only piece of furniture in the room. Out of a sense of nostalgia I pick one up and start digging for some change in my change purse. I'm in a good mood, and make some friendly small talk as I try to count it out. Somehow, math has become incredibly difficult. I can't figure out the simple figures. He starts counting too, both of us with small piles of change in front of us on the table. A kids math song pops into my head, which he then starts humming. I laugh and tell him how I just had that song pop into my head. At that, he grabs me and tries to kiss me. I turn away surprised, and tell him that I'm sorry, but he must have gotten the wrong impression as I am definitely not available. I'm light about it, thinking he's just overly forward. I figure he'll be embarrassed, so I smile in an attempt to put him at ease as I try to pull away, when he pulls me in again. I'm a bit annoyed now but not particularly threatened, repeating what I've said. As I do so, I see through the small window set in the old wooden door to the room, Jay walking past. The skinny guy sees him too and seems to sense who he is, and as I manage to pull a bit further away he hits the light switch. I think for a brief moment that it's because he wants to give me a chance to put a bit of distance between us and straighten up lest Jay come in and think something untoward was occurring. That stops when in the dark he grabs me again to kiss me. I try to call out but my throat is blocked by his tongue, which is thick but forked like a snake, and is choking me. Suddenly I'm filled with a sense of blind panic, as I wake up trying to scream, gagging on my own tongue.
It left me with a rather nasty feeling. Afterward I was angry about feeling so desperate and fearful at the last moment of the dream. In other dreams where I've been threatened I've kicked into a somewhat frightened but fighting state, instead of feeling so uselessly scared.
A scene which I can't remember how I personally relate to: Three men, of unknown ethnicity but looking vaugely arabic stand stock still in an empty stone tiled courtyard. It's night; starless but half-moon lit. They are very muscular, clean shaven, immaculately groomed and have completely unreadable facial expressions. Their clothes consist of matching loose pants in a dark flowing fabric, and various ceremonial looking trappings; but they are bare chested and bare footed. They are carrying medium length straight swords. The scene pans back to show a small non descript woman in unremarkable clothing who appears to be paying them no attention, crumpled in a little pile on the ground, quietly scrubbing the stone flagging with a rag. At once, they silently walk towards her, unsheath, and with no sound or emotion begin to chop her into a million pieces. Her body falls to bits on the stone, a pile of pink-red and white that looks like nothing more than pieces of meat. I don't remember them stopping, nor my reaction to the event.
The more you climb the ladder
The more you show your ass
~ The Hammerheads