Dream Diary

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Very vivid, I want to record it before I forget it. Details of my dreams are unlikely to interest others, for which reason I put it behind the cut. I often wonder if I should lock these posts - dream records are seldom interesting - but the lock is contrary to the reasons I began this lj three years ago; I have only used it twice since then, and would rather not start now.

I had a lesbian lover (In real life, I'm straight as far as I know). She was very excited about our life together; it was Winter and we were in Scotland, heading northwards with a group of people who, to my surprise, included Charles Kennedy. Many of them took photos. Her thoughts were all for new beginnings and the new year. We were headed through streets and rooms towards a great river mouth, from which many rivers sprang out into the land, and the air was very clear; in every room there was a sink or a basin with pale clothes soaking. I pulled them out a couple of times, but they weren't quite clean yet, so I left them.

She wanted us to go to Saudi Arabia because of the salaries, ('Riches to be found' was the phrase that floated into my head) and I hesitated. 'They will kill us if we go there,' I told her. She also wanted me to go with her to Poland, for some kind of great celebration. Whoever was holding the party had created invitations that looked like flyers. 'I've invited him too', said my lover, pointing at a member of our group, who I suddenly recognised as cyanidemigraine laughing with evilwillow. 'But he said he wouldn't go somewhere he didn't know anyone. Now you're going, he has no excuse!' We laughed.

At the bottom of the flyer was a little comedy cartoon, about a woman in a very short toga sitting in a swing. There were no words, the joke was completely visual, and relied on cartoon movement between one panel and the next. She swung forward and one of her breasts fell out of her tunic; she swung back and the breast settled back in; at the same time a chocolate cake had been thrown towards her, and from the drawing one expected it to fall slap on her mouth and be eaten up straight away; instead it fell on her lap, and her vulva gobbled it up straight away. The joke was not at all derisive towards her; it was the combination of breast and cake movement that made it seem skillful and clever, funny in a way an alien's joke might be; it loses a lot in translation.

Some of this I can begin to make sense of; I can certainly see a link between Saudi and cyanidemigraine in so much as Saudi is the holy land of the black stone, and he's familiar with such things; also Cybele was the goddess of the black stone, as introduced to me by Asphodel in her lectures. Black stones are also connected with one of three pre-islamic deities worshipped around the regions of Mecca once upon a time, Al-Lat, and Al-Uzza and Manat, who are mentioned in the controversial satanic verses. So this part of the dream could have been a sort of story memory of Asphodel and her research. It could also have been about lost female spirituality, as such thoughts were very much in my mind yesterday, when I spent huge chunks of the day reading early Christian texts and wondering what on earth happened to the man's baby.

As to Poland, Charles Kennedy and the flying cake joke, I have no clue.