Solitary Man

woke up to Neil Diamond's "solitary man"..... I'm really not needing that as my motto this morning.

Dreamt... will have to see if it comes back to me .... I think there may have been a dog or some friendly animal that could think... that is about it.

Neil Gaiman... Killer dream

Ok.. I usually don't dream about torture or murder, but I read a short story by Neil Gaiman last night... "Queen of Knives" and I had a dream where I was the killer's "helper."

I was in a larger two story apartment (kind of posh) and there was a man in the place. I knew of him as a "boss." I needed to follow orders and stay on his good side. Part of me felt that this was all until I found a way to escape, so it wasn't that I was loyal to this person. I was following orders out of fear.

I was in the living area and organizing his things (he was a bit messy). Putting the remote controls in a line, moving papers in piles, tossing old receipts. There was movement of two people and conversation going up the stairs. Either this was an aquaintance, in which case it was better for me to be not seen or heard, or it was his next "project." If the latter, I needed to be at his side handing him what ever materials he needed. He yelled for me to come up... it was the latter. Dutifully, I went upstairs to see what he needed. Before me was my superior, kneeling on the floor putting tubes together. He looked like an ordinary man organizing wires to set up his new stereo. I looked beyond him and there was a blondish man in about his mid 40s. He was on his side, hands tied in front of him, feet tied in back.. but no gag. It was if he didn't realize what was happening to him because he didn't put up a fight. He just continued conversation, maybe explaining some better ways of putting him down besides Draino through a tube. My stomach turned.. what a horrible way to go. How could I be here...? My superior gave him a handful of pink chalky disks... The man ate them... I think it was to keep the acids down so he would continue to take the liquid. His mouth was foaming as he ate the pink disks...

Then I woke up.

marriage, hotels and undies

I know it was longer but I remember it starting here... it was like I woke up and I was married to this guy. We had just gotten married actually, and were with a group of people at his folks house I'm thinking. The group of people were either co-workers, from a class project, or something similar. We were finishing up a project and deciding how to divy up the duties until we met up next time. Someone had openned chips and chocolates... I asked someone to take it with them because it would go bad before we met up next time. This hispanic woman and myself decided to create a sign up sheet for next time as well. So we would have to have long discussions about who was doing what. She wanted to have it because she wanted dibs on cleaning the floors. So back the marriage thing. I was asking myself ... how did this happen?? I'm sure he is nice, but am not in love with him, I don't think it was physically possible to "consumate" the marriage due to his large overhanging belly. I was sick to my stomach and wondering either if I should a) go through with my decision and just buck up, or b) find the quickest way out. I didn't have to figure it out because I woke up to my next dream. I was in a hotel with an ex co-worker of mine, Danny (a male). He was staying at this hotel where it was just one room, the beds all against the wall, everyone had their own bathroom and there was a continental breakfast in the morning and computers with internet access lined up along the window in the room. He said he loved this hotel and wished more were like it. In the dream I partly thought it was strange, but then partly thought.... why not have all the beds in one room. You are sleeping anyway, so it made sense. I happened to be in sheer pink undies with black lace trim, a black bra and no shoes. I felt a little underdressed. I went to the computers to look something up, but the wires kept getting intermingled with other people's wires... I got up to go for a walk. I felt uncomfortable and a bit sleezy walking down the nice cafe laden street in my underwear... I was telling this to my friend Jason who was walking with me. I said.. you know what would work.. If I had perfectly fitting white oxfords on and my hair was just so.... then it wouldn't look so bad.

traveling dreaming

Had a ton of dreams while traveling, but didnät write them down.

last night a dream that included some sort of video game. I was at a big?? farm-wedding thing and one room had really big video game contraptions that felt really real, but then we ended up doing some reality activity that was partly dangerous? Then I was in a theater with someone new that I just started to like... and then I think I woke up...

Oh and had a dream that Sascha was right outside my door where I was sleeping... lightly saying my name to ask a question.. and trying and trying to wake up.... finally did to realize it was just a dream. But then checked my clock and he was just awake.