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dream theater
Sep. 13th, 2009 10:47 amI woke up this morning about 7:30 and was not remotely ready to be awake yet, so rather than close the window against the birds chirping I put in foam earplugs and went back to sleep. Whereupon I had a very strange dream:
I had a rescheduled voice lesson some evening when my voice teacher and her husband (who, in the context of the dream, was my chorus director, though they are not married to each other in real life) had returned from some fancy-schmancy event. When I got there, he was in black tie and she was in a white spangly dress that would probably have better suited a white-tie event, in fact, not that hardly anybody makes a particular distinction for women these days. He was going to take the lesson, and said he was exhausted from whatever the event was, so instead of playing the piano to accompany me, he was going to have me sing with recordings. This didn't go on for very long, and then he charged me $10 more for the hour than she normally does. Very odd, but anyway, then suddenly I was ... there, again?, I guess?, to help with someone's laptop somehow, but I was doing so at a little picnic-table park thing across the street from their house, because the nine- or ten-year-old who lived there had a bunch of friends over and the house was chaos. So I'm doing computer things, and at some point I have to go back into the house for some reason and I take my bag with me but leave the computer, and then I have to go put some gas in the car but I'll be right back.
So I go fill up the car, no worries, but I miss a turn or something on the way back to the house, and I'm in a place I clearly haven't been before. I turn around and while I'm waiting at a light there's a knock on my car windows and then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
datlowen is in the back seat. (Actually at first I thought he was just in the car behind me, but then his car was gone and he was in the back seat of mine.) I remember we agreed that if I hadn't taken the wrong turn, I wouldn't have got to see him, so that was actually good. Except we got more and more and more turned around on the way back to this house where I was going. It was, I explained to him, right near where we'd been the last time we were out here, when we ran into curling-teammate-and-neighbor K, which was in a neighborhood of expensive houses on a hilly street across from a park-thing and with a big school nearby. Well, he said, look, here's a school, do you think we're just on the wrong side of this school from where you're going?
We were getting more and more lost and stuck in school-affiliated roads and couldn't get out to the main road to even get to the other side of the school, which was more and more frustrating. At some point we parked the car and went into the school, for reasons that are no longer clear to me, but then even inside we kept getting lost. We'd go down a hallway with stairs and windows at the end and find that there was no door. More and more frustrated and angry, and just as I was thinking it might be a good idea to call the people whose house I'd left just to put some gas in the car and tell them I wasn't missing, just comprehensively lost, someone called my name and I turned and along came a beaming young man with a stage beard and wasn't it J, my ex from college, and that was when the weird shit got too much for me. I hugged him and then tipped my head backwards and would have fallen over if he'd let go, anddatlowen and K, who had joined us at some point, asked what J had done to me, and he said nothing!, she was very huggy and now she's like this, and I was sort of hanging from his arms, and then omg I could see a way out!, and I ran to the nearest door and I could see the main road and how to get there, and I said you guys, you guys, here it is, and they -- now also including sadcypress -- said here what is, thinking I'd found something miraculous and valuable, and no, what I'd found was a way out of the building, which everyone thought was pretty funny.
But I got out, and I got to the street and was sure right around the next corner was the street with the house on it, so I ran. And I was running and running, and the boys (including J) might have been following me, but I didn't know, and I kept running, and at pretty much the moment I was sure I wasn't lost anymore I woke up.
... and made a conscious decision to lie still until the adrenaline that had woken me up out of the dream had subsided; so I lay there feeling my heart stop racing, and wondered what, in the dream, had become of my car.
I had a rescheduled voice lesson some evening when my voice teacher and her husband (who, in the context of the dream, was my chorus director, though they are not married to each other in real life) had returned from some fancy-schmancy event. When I got there, he was in black tie and she was in a white spangly dress that would probably have better suited a white-tie event, in fact, not that hardly anybody makes a particular distinction for women these days. He was going to take the lesson, and said he was exhausted from whatever the event was, so instead of playing the piano to accompany me, he was going to have me sing with recordings. This didn't go on for very long, and then he charged me $10 more for the hour than she normally does. Very odd, but anyway, then suddenly I was ... there, again?, I guess?, to help with someone's laptop somehow, but I was doing so at a little picnic-table park thing across the street from their house, because the nine- or ten-year-old who lived there had a bunch of friends over and the house was chaos. So I'm doing computer things, and at some point I have to go back into the house for some reason and I take my bag with me but leave the computer, and then I have to go put some gas in the car but I'll be right back.
So I go fill up the car, no worries, but I miss a turn or something on the way back to the house, and I'm in a place I clearly haven't been before. I turn around and while I'm waiting at a light there's a knock on my car windows and then
datlowen is in the back seat. (Actually at first I thought he was just in the car behind me, but then his car was gone and he was in the back seat of mine.) I remember we agreed that if I hadn't taken the wrong turn, I wouldn't have got to see him, so that was actually good. Except we got more and more and more turned around on the way back to this house where I was going. It was, I explained to him, right near where we'd been the last time we were out here, when we ran into curling-teammate-and-neighbor K, which was in a neighborhood of expensive houses on a hilly street across from a park-thing and with a big school nearby. Well, he said, look, here's a school, do you think we're just on the wrong side of this school from where you're going?We were getting more and more lost and stuck in school-affiliated roads and couldn't get out to the main road to even get to the other side of the school, which was more and more frustrating. At some point we parked the car and went into the school, for reasons that are no longer clear to me, but then even inside we kept getting lost. We'd go down a hallway with stairs and windows at the end and find that there was no door. More and more frustrated and angry, and just as I was thinking it might be a good idea to call the people whose house I'd left just to put some gas in the car and tell them I wasn't missing, just comprehensively lost, someone called my name and I turned and along came a beaming young man with a stage beard and wasn't it J, my ex from college, and that was when the weird shit got too much for me. I hugged him and then tipped my head backwards and would have fallen over if he'd let go, and
datlowen and K, who had joined us at some point, asked what J had done to me, and he said nothing!, she was very huggy and now she's like this, and I was sort of hanging from his arms, and then omg I could see a way out!, and I ran to the nearest door and I could see the main road and how to get there, and I said you guys, you guys, here it is, and they -- now also including sadcypress -- said here what is, thinking I'd found something miraculous and valuable, and no, what I'd found was a way out of the building, which everyone thought was pretty funny.But I got out, and I got to the street and was sure right around the next corner was the street with the house on it, so I ran. And I was running and running, and the boys (including J) might have been following me, but I didn't know, and I kept running, and at pretty much the moment I was sure I wasn't lost anymore I woke up.
... and made a conscious decision to lie still until the adrenaline that had woken me up out of the dream had subsided; so I lay there feeling my heart stop racing, and wondered what, in the dream, had become of my car.
