Dream diary

[smokingboot]

This one is very vivid, but so inconsistent and bitty no-one will find it interesting except me (no, quite seriously, it's long and not entertaining) But for me, it feels important.




Part 1: A long and involved conversation with an old friend. Said friend wants to give up their area of creativity, ie, roleplay (writing and performing it) We discuss old plots and events. I try to put across the idea that the old is not everything, that there are new ideas, or even revisiting old ideas in a fresh way; if they turn away, let it be in desire for the new, not disillusionment with the old. There are so many stories...and the conversation flows on. And it's good.

Part 2: I am running down a country path away from home. I see my mother and aunts and other female family members frowning, but I keep running. I resolve to make up a story, something about one of my parents being Russian and my father being a great fighter. I am wearing very bulky clothes. I decide on a Polish surname, cut my hair, pluck my eyebrows in a Hugo Weaving bee-antennae style, and wear glasses.

Part 3: Somehow I have stolen a handbag and a new identity. With it comes a ticket to Venice and a mask. I am becoming separate from the young girl, in fact (very Revenge of the Sith) I am separate the moment she puts the mask on, and I see the eyeholes descending towards me. I can id the mask from real life, a full face bright blue one, with a (now sadly crumpled) silver moon and some plastic stars on one side. I am the being who is the mask, my job is to protect the young girl. But I am also separate from the mask, and can see it on her face.

Part 4. There is another just like me, a male protagonist of some kind. His mask is taller and covers his whole head. It also fits perfectly, unlike mine, which keeps needing readjusting. he is protecting a young man. The young man is falling in love with the girl. The mask knows she is a thief. The mask is also aware of me, and talks to me a great deal. It wants to get close; I am aware that the closer we become the better we will feel because we are the same, but first I must protect the girl and get her to Venice. I look at her clothes and shake my head. She fakes very badly. The moon and stars part of the mask falls away, and ends up tangled in her red hair. I should readjust it, but it looks so beautiful I don't. She is falling in love with him.

Part 5: I am at standing next to an early medieval window, where a stone sarcophagus lies, again, of the early medieval style, not egyptian. The effigy of a lady is carved on the top, but as I look, I become confused; I do not know if I am seeing Norman art, or Saxon, but in retrospect I think it must be later, between 11th and 13th century. Her name is Kate (I was given her surname or epithet, but I cannot remember it) When she died, her husband, beside himself with sorrow, showered her funeral procession with 20,000 gold pieces, and sent her to the tomb with much other treasure. In his madness, he recorded every single detail of what went into the tomb, great and small; The sarcophagus is covered with bits of old paper, his receipts and lists!

Part 6: I am watching an early Christian service; a priest holds the chalice high above a waterfall. The sun glints on chalice and water. It is beautiful. I find myself thinking that simplicity creates as powerful effects as complexity, that this is something to recall for some reason.



Clearly an amalgamation of many bits and pieces, most unidentiable. Still, this had too much in it for me to ignore. Now, time to get on with the day.

Comments

An observation

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

Reading through it, I had an overpowering sense of new beginnings as a theme.

Re: An observation

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

There's a lot about it I find myself mulling over; I see what you mean about new beginnings. Some kind of reconciliation/removal of the old too. The mask I am wearing is the oldest I possess; maybe that's why it's falling apart. The other mask, by contrast, is clever, shiny and methodical. But it hasn't been around as long, and isn't quite as good at winging it.

From the weird news group today

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

Today is the first day of your life - at least that's what one scientist says. Psychologist Dr Cliff Arnall has worked out that if you want to change your life then today is the day to do it. Forget about New Year's resolutions - increasing sunlight, longer days and a general Spring feelgood factor means that May 18 is the perfect day to reflect on your lot and change it for the better. Dr Arnall looked at factors that contribute to people motivating themselves to change.
He came up with the formula M x O + Bh (H+R) x S, where M is for motivation, O opportunity, Bh proximity to a Bank Holiday, H for the increasing hours of daylight, R reflection time and S is success.

Put simply, the formula means we are more likely to come up with a plan on May 18 to change our lives - and stick to it. "By May, with more time for reflection and summer on the way, there is lots of positive energy around associated with renewal," he said. Dr Arnall was challenged to work out the date by the Department of Education's Get On campaign. It was Dr Arnall who earlier this year announced to the world that January 24 was the most depressing day of the year. Again, he produced a similar formula to back up his theory based on the number of daylight hours and proximity to Christmas.

Re: From the weird news group today

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for new starts! I attempted something new yesterday and learnt this morning I buggered it up. Even so I can't get past this feeling of all change. Hope it doesn't go ffffp.