If I don't, I'll forget
Mar. 6th, 2007 07:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteIt's funny how the human brain works, processing things as you sleep-- it's like a computer constantly set to defrag, but as long as you're doing these other processes, you're slowing down the defrag process. The more you put in, the more scrambled is what comes out when you sleep. Things old, things new...
So I had this dream where I was out at the Safeway in San Francisco-- the one near Ocean Beach, that is. But rather than prepping for a bonfire (which is what I'm usually doing when at that particular Safeway), I was getting ready for some party I was staging. I was with a bunch of my friends- I remember it being mostly girls, but for some reason, the only person I remember FOR SURE being there was Kripa-- someone whom I haven't spoken with in a long while. It's unfortunate, because she was a good friend for a time, though she had her own share of drama (hey, we were teenagers; who DIDN'T?); we didn't have a fight or any sort of break-up; we just drifted.
Anyway, I remember wanting to buy and make brownies, but for some reason there was an issue about WHY, and even if we did, where the heck would we bake them? For some reason, going back to my house wasn't an option, so I was throwing out all these ideas of places I knew with ovens (where ovens wouldn't normally be). Anyway, it was Kripa that was oddly in the role of dissension, and I got so frustrated with her that I just stormed out of Safeway and left.
Before I knew it, I was at That Place-- aka Land's End. I don't know why, but in my dream I think I overheard some tourists talking about what a beautiful place it was or something, and I was very upset, so I was cynically thinking to myself "Yeah right, a beautiful place where people DIE." I didn't actually say anything aloud to the tourists, so I just sat there, grumpy.
For some reason, either my location or the view from Land's End changed, and I was looking through a downward incline into a messy, forested sort of area, where there was a huge creek of sorts running through it, going crazy because it had started raining. I stared at it for a while before just getting up and walking back-- and soon I was back on 15th Ave, all by myself. I wasn't wet (or THAT wet, anyway), because I got in and just flopped on the living room couch (I remember it being the long, tan one, parallel to the front window; I don't even know if it's still arranged like that!) and SIGHED. Gary came in and asked me about what had happened to everyone; I just told him the truth (you know the "I don't want to talk about this, sigh, leave me alone" version) and then promptly fell asleep right there on the couch. I remember waking up and being very confused, because so many hours had passed (but I didn't think so many had), and I'd looked at the VCR clock and thought it was all wrong. But then I realized I'd basically slept my way through my whole event (my party), and I was even more sad that things just hadn't worked out.
I woke up feeling like that-- a sick sort of sad. What a strange dream.
So I had this dream where I was out at the Safeway in San Francisco-- the one near Ocean Beach, that is. But rather than prepping for a bonfire (which is what I'm usually doing when at that particular Safeway), I was getting ready for some party I was staging. I was with a bunch of my friends- I remember it being mostly girls, but for some reason, the only person I remember FOR SURE being there was Kripa-- someone whom I haven't spoken with in a long while. It's unfortunate, because she was a good friend for a time, though she had her own share of drama (hey, we were teenagers; who DIDN'T?); we didn't have a fight or any sort of break-up; we just drifted.
Anyway, I remember wanting to buy and make brownies, but for some reason there was an issue about WHY, and even if we did, where the heck would we bake them? For some reason, going back to my house wasn't an option, so I was throwing out all these ideas of places I knew with ovens (where ovens wouldn't normally be). Anyway, it was Kripa that was oddly in the role of dissension, and I got so frustrated with her that I just stormed out of Safeway and left.
Before I knew it, I was at That Place-- aka Land's End. I don't know why, but in my dream I think I overheard some tourists talking about what a beautiful place it was or something, and I was very upset, so I was cynically thinking to myself "Yeah right, a beautiful place where people DIE." I didn't actually say anything aloud to the tourists, so I just sat there, grumpy.
For some reason, either my location or the view from Land's End changed, and I was looking through a downward incline into a messy, forested sort of area, where there was a huge creek of sorts running through it, going crazy because it had started raining. I stared at it for a while before just getting up and walking back-- and soon I was back on 15th Ave, all by myself. I wasn't wet (or THAT wet, anyway), because I got in and just flopped on the living room couch (I remember it being the long, tan one, parallel to the front window; I don't even know if it's still arranged like that!) and SIGHED. Gary came in and asked me about what had happened to everyone; I just told him the truth (you know the "I don't want to talk about this, sigh, leave me alone" version) and then promptly fell asleep right there on the couch. I remember waking up and being very confused, because so many hours had passed (but I didn't think so many had), and I'd looked at the VCR clock and thought it was all wrong. But then I realized I'd basically slept my way through my whole event (my party), and I was even more sad that things just hadn't worked out.
I woke up feeling like that-- a sick sort of sad. What a strange dream.
