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Egyptian Gods in a dream -- sort of....
Aug. 19th, 2010 10:15 pmSeemed significant, so here it is -- 18 hours later it's still very clear.
I was me (which is not a given in my dreams), working in a city clinic as a massage therapist on staff/salary. For some reason, there was a donor -- a wealthy Egyptian man, coming by that day, and we all gathered outside to greet him. On a wall of the building there was a mural depicting some of the old Gods of Egypt -- I remember Horus and Isis specifically, and I'm pretty sure Sekhmet was there.
A big and I mean BIG stretch limo pulled up and about 18 people got out -- servants, teenage children of the donor, and finally the donor himself and two women, both introduced to us as his wives. I don't know about the customs in Egypt so i don't know if that would be accurate.
He was being all polite and gladhanding his way into the building when the mural caught his eye and he stopped and got a look of amused offense on his face and sneered "Oh look, they remember the Gods after all. At least in their art!"
I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach.
I stepped forward.
"Some of us DO remember, Sir. And some of us give them honor still. Do you?"
And that's where I woke up.
I was me (which is not a given in my dreams), working in a city clinic as a massage therapist on staff/salary. For some reason, there was a donor -- a wealthy Egyptian man, coming by that day, and we all gathered outside to greet him. On a wall of the building there was a mural depicting some of the old Gods of Egypt -- I remember Horus and Isis specifically, and I'm pretty sure Sekhmet was there.
A big and I mean BIG stretch limo pulled up and about 18 people got out -- servants, teenage children of the donor, and finally the donor himself and two women, both introduced to us as his wives. I don't know about the customs in Egypt so i don't know if that would be accurate.
He was being all polite and gladhanding his way into the building when the mural caught his eye and he stopped and got a look of amused offense on his face and sneered "Oh look, they remember the Gods after all. At least in their art!"
I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach.
I stepped forward.
"Some of us DO remember, Sir. And some of us give them honor still. Do you?"
And that's where I woke up.
WADF? Or just wishin'?
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bobthefalconer reminded me of a dream I had a few weeks ago -- I was away from home picking herbs for my cabinet, when I heard a shot and looked up to see a raptor in full dive heading for me. Some reason I threw up my left arm to catch her, though I was NOT wearing a glove or protection of any sort, and when she landed she took care not to scratch me. (Yeah, I SAID it was a dream, OK?)
I tossed a towel I had along over my shoulder, and she relocated there and just stayed with me -- shoulder or a few feet away -- until I was done, then followed me back to the vehicle and followed that back to the house! Anytime I was outside after that she was right there,and I could watch her hunting in the field out back -- when I was repotting some stuff, she sat on my straw sunhat like Lady Val does Bob! (I'm just saying "she" as I have no idea how to tell.)
I remember thinking "I have to post and ask Bob what to DO about this!" I mean, she was sleeping in the old barn, but "what responsibilities do I have toward someone who seems to have adopted me as a pet? Is the Conservation Department liable to get shirty about her with me?" All the panicky things that probably had no bearing at all -- I mean, if she's here and staying of her own will, and I'm not trying to "keep" her, what could they do anyhow?
So anyhow, yeah, likely just wishing rather than WADF.
Still...I kinda miss her.
bobthefalconer reminded me of a dream I had a few weeks ago -- I was away from home picking herbs for my cabinet, when I heard a shot and looked up to see a raptor in full dive heading for me. Some reason I threw up my left arm to catch her, though I was NOT wearing a glove or protection of any sort, and when she landed she took care not to scratch me. (Yeah, I SAID it was a dream, OK?)I tossed a towel I had along over my shoulder, and she relocated there and just stayed with me -- shoulder or a few feet away -- until I was done, then followed me back to the vehicle and followed that back to the house! Anytime I was outside after that she was right there,and I could watch her hunting in the field out back -- when I was repotting some stuff, she sat on my straw sunhat like Lady Val does Bob! (I'm just saying "she" as I have no idea how to tell.)
I remember thinking "I have to post and ask Bob what to DO about this!" I mean, she was sleeping in the old barn, but "what responsibilities do I have toward someone who seems to have adopted me as a pet? Is the Conservation Department liable to get shirty about her with me?" All the panicky things that probably had no bearing at all -- I mean, if she's here and staying of her own will, and I'm not trying to "keep" her, what could they do anyhow?
So anyhow, yeah, likely just wishing rather than WADF.
Still...I kinda miss her.
So IRL I have an interview today. And I'm a little concerned about the roads, as the temp is dropping.
Just before waking, I was trying to ind my room in a hotel in KC -- rather Escher-esq place -- there for KCRF and all (which it is NOT the season, so ?? right there...) and realized I was 20 minutes late for this appointment and hadn't called to reschedule. So I was trying to find a room that the stairs didn't go to, and the elevators let out across a 20-foot gap, and...
Anxious much?
Just before waking, I was trying to ind my room in a hotel in KC -- rather Escher-esq place -- there for KCRF and all (which it is NOT the season, so ?? right there...) and realized I was 20 minutes late for this appointment and hadn't called to reschedule. So I was trying to find a room that the stairs didn't go to, and the elevators let out across a 20-foot gap, and...
Anxious much?
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Jul. 31st, 2008 10:25 am So other day I got to level 13 on Zuma, and it was one-only plate to clear. But the way it twisted made it difficult to get at! but finally, with one frog left, I got it.
No bells, no whistles, just ... *bomph*
Except that now I can't decide if I DID it, or DREAMED it and can't find an entry to verify doing it, so it must've been a dream. How freaking bad is that, that I dream about a silly desktop game and use an online blog to keep track of my life?
No bells, no whistles, just ... *bomph*
Except that now I can't decide if I DID it, or DREAMED it and can't find an entry to verify doing it, so it must've been a dream. How freaking bad is that, that I dream about a silly desktop game and use an online blog to keep track of my life?
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Apr. 25th, 2008 08:45 amDreamed about today being a "good mail day" just before I woke up!
There was a thing called a "Lady's Atlanta Box" -- about 16" cubed, with a lift-off lid, covered in printed fabric -- really floral/feminine, like something my Gramma would have loved (I prefer less "fancy," but apparently that's how the box came), designed to look like a gift package, bow and all. The top lifted entirely off, and the stuff just kept coming out. 2 sets of grooming tools, from celluloid combs to toe spacers, empty travel bottles and jars galore, I was having fun!
Then I opened another package -- it was too small to have contained TWO quart-sized ziptop storage bags full of imps and decants, but by golly there they were!
And there were more packages, but that's where I woke up.
The box doesn't sound as cool here as it was in the dream, I'm not very good at describing things.
There was a thing called a "Lady's Atlanta Box" -- about 16" cubed, with a lift-off lid, covered in printed fabric -- really floral/feminine, like something my Gramma would have loved (I prefer less "fancy," but apparently that's how the box came), designed to look like a gift package, bow and all. The top lifted entirely off, and the stuff just kept coming out. 2 sets of grooming tools, from celluloid combs to toe spacers, empty travel bottles and jars galore, I was having fun!
Then I opened another package -- it was too small to have contained TWO quart-sized ziptop storage bags full of imps and decants, but by golly there they were!
And there were more packages, but that's where I woke up.
The box doesn't sound as cool here as it was in the dream, I'm not very good at describing things.
Well, something to think about anyhow -- I just decided I'd like to visit at least one Zoo in each state eventually. Anyone here know of any states that do NOT have Zoos? This website has n/a for several, but I don't know how current that is....and it doesn't mention Dickerson Park Zoo in Springfield, which I'm pretty sure exists 'cause I remember going there.
I know the Indianapolis Zoo used to have a dolphin show;I'd suppose they still do, & I'd like to see it again. Jason and I sat close enough to get splashed! It was raining anyhow, so big deal, a little more water :D
And I nearly grew up in the StLouis Zoo -- NO COMMENTS, Jeff!!!!!!! Oh, heck, say it -- don't want you to hurt yourself. And I know, there's about 6 ways to take THAT.
Hey, how about this -- once a year, go to a different state for a day at a Zoo, then go to a local RenFaire that weekend! And better yet if someone from LJ lives there who can go with us and put up with my blathering :D
This site has more/other Zoos!
I know the Indianapolis Zoo used to have a dolphin show;
And I nearly grew up in the StLouis Zoo -- NO COMMENTS, Jeff!!!!!!! Oh, heck, say it -- don't want you to hurt yourself. And I know, there's about 6 ways to take THAT.
Hey, how about this -- once a year, go to a different state for a day at a Zoo, then go to a local RenFaire that weekend! And better yet if someone from LJ lives there who can go with us and put up with my blathering :D
This site has more/other Zoos!
So I'm working in a very
Sep. 11th, 2006 09:27 amwell-equipped, almost laboratory-clean engine shop, and of all people TANNIM comes by to tell me it's time to knock off for the night. Had to be Fairgrove Industries, y'know? So a bunch of us head for a favored watering hole and are unsuprised to find Heather Alexander shooting pool while waiting for time for her set.
I turn around and there's Lady Di (apparently not yet Princess) in a corner offering some poor lass a ride since the girl's car was somehow elsewhere. (WTH?)
And then, of course, I woke up. Feh.
( Dream-silliness: )
I turn around and there's Lady Di (apparently not yet Princess) in a corner offering some poor lass a ride since the girl's car was somehow elsewhere. (WTH?)
And then, of course, I woke up. Feh.
I think my brain is telling me something.
Feb. 15th, 2006 02:07 pmI've had similar dreams for more than a month now.
I'm in the same body, basically, but with some major mods--it's lean and fit. My hair is still long and brown, but in the dreams it's cornrowed (to keep it out of way?) but no beads or ribbons, just rubberbands at the ends. I'm not wearing glasses. (Contacts? Lasik?) I AM wearing combat boots, ladderlaced for some reason, jeans that FIT--they don't sag or bag or pinch, and have enough give that I can sit lotus w/o adjusting, and a sportbra. I can tell that I have a key pinned into a front pocket and i think it must be a whistle in the other.
And I'm RUNNING.
This is kinda out of character at the momnet, being currently of the fat and lazy persuasion.
Thing is, I used to LIKE it. Not for like marathons or anything, and I've never been FAST...but I liked it.
And in the dreams I can feel my hair flying out behind my head and feel it tapping against shoulderblades or side of neck. I think I'm about 50. I can feel my heart beating strong and fast. I can feel that my muscles are loving the freedom to stretch and pull and propel me through the trees. I can hear an animal running alongside for a few paces, then veering off. I have no fear, just exilaration. I can see where I'm going, must be a clear night. I feel the takeoff and the landing without breaking stride when I jump a log or a rut.
Gods, it feels so right, so good.
Guess who's starting workouts. We don't have a place for a treadmill or weight bench, but I live in a small town and it is still relatively safe even at night. I can walk -- and later run -- in the mornings before I leave for work. I can improvise weights.
NOW--keep me honest, y'all.
I am currently, at 5'3", way past chubby. 330#. That's, like, just WAY too much for being healthy, though my blood sugar, BP, etc are all good and I can walk across the room, up the stairs, and down the street w/o dying of O2 starvation. (My knees, OTOH....)
Small steps first -- walk the length of the block each morning. No excuses. I can pace in the basement if i need to.
I'm in the same body, basically, but with some major mods--it's lean and fit. My hair is still long and brown, but in the dreams it's cornrowed (to keep it out of way?) but no beads or ribbons, just rubberbands at the ends. I'm not wearing glasses. (Contacts? Lasik?) I AM wearing combat boots, ladderlaced for some reason, jeans that FIT--they don't sag or bag or pinch, and have enough give that I can sit lotus w/o adjusting, and a sportbra. I can tell that I have a key pinned into a front pocket and i think it must be a whistle in the other.
And I'm RUNNING.
This is kinda out of character at the momnet, being currently of the fat and lazy persuasion.
Thing is, I used to LIKE it. Not for like marathons or anything, and I've never been FAST...but I liked it.
And in the dreams I can feel my hair flying out behind my head and feel it tapping against shoulderblades or side of neck. I think I'm about 50. I can feel my heart beating strong and fast. I can feel that my muscles are loving the freedom to stretch and pull and propel me through the trees. I can hear an animal running alongside for a few paces, then veering off. I have no fear, just exilaration. I can see where I'm going, must be a clear night. I feel the takeoff and the landing without breaking stride when I jump a log or a rut.
Gods, it feels so right, so good.
Guess who's starting workouts. We don't have a place for a treadmill or weight bench, but I live in a small town and it is still relatively safe even at night. I can walk -- and later run -- in the mornings before I leave for work. I can improvise weights.
NOW--keep me honest, y'all.
I am currently, at 5'3", way past chubby. 330#. That's, like, just WAY too much for being healthy, though my blood sugar, BP, etc are all good and I can walk across the room, up the stairs, and down the street w/o dying of O2 starvation. (My knees, OTOH....)
Small steps first -- walk the length of the block each morning. No excuses. I can pace in the basement if i need to.
