Entry tags:
dream theater
Very vivid dream last night or this morning in which I had lost my shoes in a ... store or restaurant or something, while waiting for an escalator. That is, I was waiting by the escalator, for reasons that aren't clear to me, and I'd taken my shoes off, because in the context of the dream that was a reasonable thing to do; and then a large family with many rambunctious teenage sons and just one daughter came along and hopped on the escalator (that's easy to diagnose: I spent a great deal of yesterday playing Lego Harry Potter on the Wii, so my brain is full of Weasleys), and when I was through being amused by them, I had lost track of my shoes. There was a guy in charge of the restaurant-or-store where I was (it seemed like your basic mall Nordstrom, really, except that there were tables and booths and menus and everything; maybe it was a Cheesecake Factory?, where I haven't been in aaages), and I had a hell of a time getting enough of his attention to let him know I had this problem. It was vital that I get my shoes back before leaving of course; and I described them as cordovan mary janes, which they are, but immediately started noticing that there were cordovan (or oxblood or burgundy or wine-colored) mary janes everywhere, but most of them had black edging or were otherwise not like mine - there were other variations, but mainly there was a lot of black edging and I really needed the guy to understand that mine had no edging of any sort.
At which point I woke up, unable to move my arms or my legs (mild sleep paralysis is a little exciting, no?), and remembered that my shoes are ... near my front door, right where I left them on Friday. I wonder what the trouble is, to have made me have this dream.
At which point I woke up, unable to move my arms or my legs (mild sleep paralysis is a little exciting, no?), and remembered that my shoes are ... near my front door, right where I left them on Friday. I wonder what the trouble is, to have made me have this dream.
