Feather Figure
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a dream woke me up a bit ago. very strange. i remember it.
i was (walking thru) in a large area that appeared to be a bunch of old warehouses because i remember a loading dock, but it was covered over like a stadium. there were people raising a pole like structure, and there were tv like monitors up in the upper area's, but were blank screens. the people kept refering to a "Steve" (wierd part, i remember this same person from another dream now), and the monitors were for "Steve" to watch, and be seen from when he wanted to be. in this same large area i walked into what appeared to be some sort of a bar or nightclub. there was a strange looking drink handed to me...looked like puried puke.
all of a sudden i was outside in a bright area walking down a sidewalk with other, humanlike, "being's". is the only way i can describe them. i started to walk into a darkened area but it was still light outside. i remember a sign on a post that said i was entering a grey zone. there were other people there, with and without sunglasses on. the ones without sunglasses had no eyes. just empty sockets. as i was walking i noticed ahead of me was the light area again, then i saw a "uniformed" person, wearing a dark tie and a policman like cap, light shirt and dark pants, walk across a street about 20 feet ahead and stop at a bridgelike over crossing, and just stood there, right at the line dividing the grey and light zones. i could not see this persons face at first but noticed "he" put sunglasses on. another sign on a post indicated i was leaving the grey zone. as i walked back into the light zone i looked at his person and offered a greeting, to which i got a smug reply. i remember saying back to this person something like "it's still okay to offer a cordial greeting, isn't it?", and seeing him grin, look down and then back up, shack his head, chuckle and say, "yes it is".
then the scenery shifted to what i can only describe as a rural setting, and i guess i was walking to some sort of home i guess my parents lived in. walking up a street, and seeing a hill with these creatures that look sort of prairie dog like, but larger and spotted. when they sat up, it was on their hind legs, but they ran on all fours. there were alot of them and they appeared disturbed by something. it was getting dark. they ran up the hill, stopped, sat up and sniffed the air, then ran back down, en masse, much faster than up, past me across the street and disappeared. i turned a corner to go to this house, and notised a lot of those same creatures on the side of the road, only much smaller, baby like, and dead. crispy critter like but not burned. all of a sudden my dog appears in the dream and wants to eat the dead ones. i shush her off and we continue on. we get to my "parents home", but i don't recognise this house as any i've lived in real life. it looks like a small ramshackle country shack. i knock on the door, and my "mom" answers, but looks nothing like my real mom. she lets me in and calls my "dad" who comes into the room, and he looks nothing my dad in real life. he looks like a fat, beergut redneck with a flush, plump face. he is upset by my being there.
by now it is dark outside. all of a sudden i hear these wooshing sounds outside. back and forth. woosh this way, woosh that way. and then i hear what sounds like a thump or a clunk on top of the house, and the house shakes a little bit.
that's when i woke up. had to go pee ... lol
i notice my dog, a Rottie, appears anxious about something, and when i go back to bed she is restless. i start to close my eyes and drift off again, but she go's to the window and growls lowly, then starts to softly ... wuf ...... wuf ....so i get up to let her out to check on things....
...so here i am. sleepless again (insomnia?). writing this down. my dog has been back in the house the whole time it took to write this, and has been sleeping soundly. but not me.
i hate it when i have these weird, vivid dreams!
i was (walking thru) in a large area that appeared to be a bunch of old warehouses because i remember a loading dock, but it was covered over like a stadium. there were people raising a pole like structure, and there were tv like monitors up in the upper area's, but were blank screens. the people kept refering to a "Steve" (wierd part, i remember this same person from another dream now), and the monitors were for "Steve" to watch, and be seen from when he wanted to be. in this same large area i walked into what appeared to be some sort of a bar or nightclub. there was a strange looking drink handed to me...looked like puried puke.
all of a sudden i was outside in a bright area walking down a sidewalk with other, humanlike, "being's". is the only way i can describe them. i started to walk into a darkened area but it was still light outside. i remember a sign on a post that said i was entering a grey zone. there were other people there, with and without sunglasses on. the ones without sunglasses had no eyes. just empty sockets. as i was walking i noticed ahead of me was the light area again, then i saw a "uniformed" person, wearing a dark tie and a policman like cap, light shirt and dark pants, walk across a street about 20 feet ahead and stop at a bridgelike over crossing, and just stood there, right at the line dividing the grey and light zones. i could not see this persons face at first but noticed "he" put sunglasses on. another sign on a post indicated i was leaving the grey zone. as i walked back into the light zone i looked at his person and offered a greeting, to which i got a smug reply. i remember saying back to this person something like "it's still okay to offer a cordial greeting, isn't it?", and seeing him grin, look down and then back up, shack his head, chuckle and say, "yes it is".
then the scenery shifted to what i can only describe as a rural setting, and i guess i was walking to some sort of home i guess my parents lived in. walking up a street, and seeing a hill with these creatures that look sort of prairie dog like, but larger and spotted. when they sat up, it was on their hind legs, but they ran on all fours. there were alot of them and they appeared disturbed by something. it was getting dark. they ran up the hill, stopped, sat up and sniffed the air, then ran back down, en masse, much faster than up, past me across the street and disappeared. i turned a corner to go to this house, and notised a lot of those same creatures on the side of the road, only much smaller, baby like, and dead. crispy critter like but not burned. all of a sudden my dog appears in the dream and wants to eat the dead ones. i shush her off and we continue on. we get to my "parents home", but i don't recognise this house as any i've lived in real life. it looks like a small ramshackle country shack. i knock on the door, and my "mom" answers, but looks nothing like my real mom. she lets me in and calls my "dad" who comes into the room, and he looks nothing my dad in real life. he looks like a fat, beergut redneck with a flush, plump face. he is upset by my being there.
by now it is dark outside. all of a sudden i hear these wooshing sounds outside. back and forth. woosh this way, woosh that way. and then i hear what sounds like a thump or a clunk on top of the house, and the house shakes a little bit.
that's when i woke up. had to go pee ... lol
i notice my dog, a Rottie, appears anxious about something, and when i go back to bed she is restless. i start to close my eyes and drift off again, but she go's to the window and growls lowly, then starts to softly ... wuf ...... wuf ....so i get up to let her out to check on things....
...so here i am. sleepless again (insomnia?). writing this down. my dog has been back in the house the whole time it took to write this, and has been sleeping soundly. but not me.
i hate it when i have these weird, vivid dreams!
