I dreamt I was in a movie theater with friends and family. The movie was playing and it was dark. There was a control panel on the seat back in front of me and it was to watch previews of other movies. I pushed play and didn't realize it would be in a 3D hologram type thing. A man that seemed a little larger than a human popped out of the panel and leaned over me while other items came out the sides, but I didn't notice those so much. He was the main focus and telling the story of the movie. I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying because I was embarrassed that I pushed play during the movie and was disturbing other movie goers. The feeling of this 3D character was nice. Although I could see through him, he also seemed and felt (emotionally) real. I didn't want the projection to stop because it seemed like it was the only thing happening to me that was nice. A boy walked by and was excited about the projection just as it stopped and he was asking how he could see it too. Then we left.. my mom was in it. Not a good feeling with her again.
We left here and were?? not sure where. I think there had been a Christmas of sorts or? There were present type things around. Some little dolls that when I was younger (in my dream)... had some meaning for me. Originally they were Christmas dolls and they had decided to make them in fall colors. Normally I think I would have liked the idea, but this time I didn't. It felt like hmm... like taking away from something... using another's idea... making for making's sake to make money without the original intent.
We were walking back to the apartment and then I think it was just me. I'm not sure what city I was living, but the area didn't seem so nice. A friend (MW) of a friend stopped over meaning to see my friend (MB). I was getting ready to go out (must have taken a shower at some point) and he was chit chatting. We were talking about exercise. I knew that (MB) had criticized him for doing Pilates, but I liked it... so I brought up that I liked it out of the blue and he was so happy to share with someone how good it was for him. I was then telling him about some I'm doing and so on. Then as I was leaving he asked me something about (MB) and if I knew blah blah... and I did know blah blah.... so we had something else shared.
I went outside and there were stacks and stacks of bread next to light poles. The bakeries would leave them there instead of throwing it out over night. I thought it was strange that people were not taking them (homeless, birds and so on). The neighbors in the small apartment were having a party for their daughter. They didn't speak English, but they were cooking and decorating and the mother was in good spirits and excited. We (it wasn't really my apartment... maybe MB's), shared a backyard and she was going into MB's fridge to get some supplies. Some friends were yelling at her to let her know it is not a community fridge, but she was only taking one quarter of a water melon and some strawberries. She was making a bit of a sculpture with it to be eaten later.
We left here and were?? not sure where. I think there had been a Christmas of sorts or? There were present type things around. Some little dolls that when I was younger (in my dream)... had some meaning for me. Originally they were Christmas dolls and they had decided to make them in fall colors. Normally I think I would have liked the idea, but this time I didn't. It felt like hmm... like taking away from something... using another's idea... making for making's sake to make money without the original intent.
We were walking back to the apartment and then I think it was just me. I'm not sure what city I was living, but the area didn't seem so nice. A friend (MW) of a friend stopped over meaning to see my friend (MB). I was getting ready to go out (must have taken a shower at some point) and he was chit chatting. We were talking about exercise. I knew that (MB) had criticized him for doing Pilates, but I liked it... so I brought up that I liked it out of the blue and he was so happy to share with someone how good it was for him. I was then telling him about some I'm doing and so on. Then as I was leaving he asked me something about (MB) and if I knew blah blah... and I did know blah blah.... so we had something else shared.
I went outside and there were stacks and stacks of bread next to light poles. The bakeries would leave them there instead of throwing it out over night. I thought it was strange that people were not taking them (homeless, birds and so on). The neighbors in the small apartment were having a party for their daughter. They didn't speak English, but they were cooking and decorating and the mother was in good spirits and excited. We (it wasn't really my apartment... maybe MB's), shared a backyard and she was going into MB's fridge to get some supplies. Some friends were yelling at her to let her know it is not a community fridge, but she was only taking one quarter of a water melon and some strawberries. She was making a bit of a sculpture with it to be eaten later.
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