Dream diary

[smokingboot]

Not interesting to others I think, but it disturbed me enough to record.



A dark half-night landscape that made me think of frozen lands, Russia or something. Blood everywhere around the toilets, you couldn't sit for fear of getting your clothes covered in it. Dark skies; a play. I was somehow meant to be in it, but I was too busy to learn my words, so they gave me a lesser part and I was too busy to learn that either. We were performing on a frozen lake; watching someone's victorian lace-up boots as they tested the ice; long, very deep cracks down that ice from the side cracking inwards. I have forgotten something important about this part of the dream.

Landed gentry, a farm or some such land, again it felt Russian. A hunt; I was the prey, but it was a game and I knew the dogs would never hurt me. I ran for them, and sometimes I leapt up in the air to mimic a leaping dear, and they loved that. They caught up with me. One doggie lost the plot and tried to snap at my hand, but I got out of the way in time, and stroked the other dogs while he calmed down. They were bloodhounds.

One whose friendship I have relied upon for a long time stared at me with a kind of unhappy hauteur, and held out his hand. I did not know where he wanted to take me, but I knew I couldn't just leave the farm; too much was going on. He seemed so distant, he wouldn't speak and I did not understand where he wanted to go, or what he wanted from me.

And on the farm, some strange post had arrived. The doctor (bearing a strong resemblance to said friend) had ordered us a peculiar specimen of livestock; it turned up wrapped in brown paper and string. Unwrapping it, we found ourselves facing what looked like a lamb, but with a long sharp beak on it. This creature was called a 'locker' and the doctor said it was a useful thing, but I disapproved and said we were not keeping it. There was something very unpleasant about it. This last could be put down to last night's conversations with evilwillow and cyanidemigraine about avians, lamb and locke(t)s I guess. Strange how the mind translates. It was all very peculiar (the dream that is, not the evening - that was excellent!)