Decided to create a written post, journaling some of my more memorable dreams. Last night, it was just intense pain that seemed to lead to such a snippet, far diminished from when I have a "vivid dream" (medication side effect).
Anyway, to "set the scene" to give you all an idea...
At some random point in my dream I was seated in a large conference room, similar to some youth retreats I'd attend when I was younger (picture 7,000-10,000 rambunctious ""youth", with a speaker up on centre stage. I was sitting in a chair beside the right "aisle", spaces separating three chunks of many chairs from either end of the stage [getting confusing trying to describe it now >_<]).
Anywho, everyone was generally talking amongst themselves, and I'm not sure if the speaker was talking, I wasn't paying attention.
I was more preoccupied with my hat, and odd dress choices of others around me. I was wearing a Mad Hatter-style hat (noteably ridiculous), but there were two people similarly oddly attired to my left. Feeling pretty good for some reason, I was surprised and entertained when a bunch of people popped up in the space that was the aisle I was sitting right beside. Going about, as if a long table were separating many of thrm, I was feeling more and more like the Mad Hatter. Three little people were dressed up as card soldiers, in Disney's Alice in Wonderland, and there was some commmotion going on between them all. I couldn't remember all that was being said, but all their voices were magnified so the entire room could hear them clearly (microphones amiss). Some disagreement was going on, starting from my right and getting closer, so I decided to shout along, since "I" was standing out from my hat, but a couple others to my left, too. Figured we were part of this... skit? My voice was similarly magnified, so I felt that was another sign I could engage. Nothing happened after I shouted, everything moved along normally, so I thought I was "in" whatever this colourful group was. And the organized chaos was quite entertaining to watch.
Then my field of ficus shifted, focussing on the two oddly-attired people in the seats to my left. One hollered, then the next, and so I followed suit. The hollering became more chaotic as it ventured onto the 'invisible' table host. I think I may have even seen a crazy rabbit somewhere. It was a quite convincing tale.
My attention was quickly returned to the person two to my left: they tickled their neck and let out a loud little giggle (I didn't want to be thisinvolved! I've never done drama and enjoy more being a heckler than... I don't trust my nails. Please let it be that single person). Before my apprehension had time to settle in, the person beside me, with some toadstool hat atop their head, did the same, their voice magnified so the thousands of people could easily hear their light giggling.
With no time for further deliberation, as soon as he stopped, both hands clasped solidly around my neck, eyes a little wide. My head gave a curt shake in dismissal, hoping, wishing this "scene" to continue without my explicit cooperation.
Nothing happened for a moment, so I thought I might be able to enjoy listening and enjoying the scene I had only a diminutive, minor part in. And then the quick wiggling of fingers along my ribs...! My loud yip being heard by all equally well, I think that was the most embarrassing thing, but these persistent fingers flirting about my ribs and sides were not helping my role be ignored. Giggles sounding out clearly, my upper arms clamping down over my ribs (hands still solidly wrapped around my neck for... some reason or other), I swayed in my sest, shuffling side to side for a few seconds before my brain sought an easy out.
I fell out of my chair, falling on the ground, looking at the ground as the floor covered more..- sensitive areas easily. Hands still around my neck, body frozen, this should signal everyone else to continue, right?
Sides unassaulted, I breathed easier. My ease was short lived.
Someone (I don't know who) sat on me! Their weight solid along on my rear and the backs of my legs, I could feel a firm pressure on my upper body, not overwhelming by any means but a determined presence no less. And then those infernal wiggling FINGERS return!
By no means unbearable (screams in my dreams have woken me up, sensations too intense. No one else has come rushing once awake, so the hysterics must have remained internal, thank goodness!) but still... !! >_< my giggles sound out even louder, my "dancing" diminished by the weight, the firm pressure making everything even WORSE! I can hear my loud, constant giggles echoed in the speakers for all to hear. All from stupid fingers, wiggling their way in between my ribs, teasing the skin between and along my bones, teasing my muscles and nerves hidden just beneath; my dancing increases when the digits slide along to tease along my sides, wiggling unfettered by any bumps or anything to diminish the ticklish sensations shooting to my brain. And even more senseless, my hands stayed wrapped around my neck! They didn't glued by any means, but with my intellect always being so high in dreams (knee-jerk reactions are the more sophisticated of my thoughts) I must have thought acting like an epileptic would be enough to deter any tickling assailant. Because elbows are dexterous enough as it is, my tickle-addled brain must have thought.
But, complete lack of any defences still seeming to prove a worthy opponent, as suddenly as the undesired tickles started, they stopped. Humphing a little to myself in agitation, roughly rubbing away any lingering sensations, it seems the ... whatever skit had ended, disappeared, and the speaker had begun. A bit embarrassed, thinking the speaker cute, my dream quickly moved on to more... odd, interesting topics.
This was but a quick snippet in the middle of the first set of detailed dreams I had last night, so though some characters were intentionally left vague and ambiguous, I'm sure ALL can relate to how quickly the details of our dreams can slip away, like trying to hold onto sand, sifting through your fingers.
Now you all can share my dream vomit, too! Hope it was worth the waste of your time!!
Anyway, to "set the scene" to give you all an idea...
At some random point in my dream I was seated in a large conference room, similar to some youth retreats I'd attend when I was younger (picture 7,000-10,000 rambunctious ""youth", with a speaker up on centre stage. I was sitting in a chair beside the right "aisle", spaces separating three chunks of many chairs from either end of the stage [getting confusing trying to describe it now >_<]).
Anywho, everyone was generally talking amongst themselves, and I'm not sure if the speaker was talking, I wasn't paying attention.
I was more preoccupied with my hat, and odd dress choices of others around me. I was wearing a Mad Hatter-style hat (noteably ridiculous), but there were two people similarly oddly attired to my left. Feeling pretty good for some reason, I was surprised and entertained when a bunch of people popped up in the space that was the aisle I was sitting right beside. Going about, as if a long table were separating many of thrm, I was feeling more and more like the Mad Hatter. Three little people were dressed up as card soldiers, in Disney's Alice in Wonderland, and there was some commmotion going on between them all. I couldn't remember all that was being said, but all their voices were magnified so the entire room could hear them clearly (microphones amiss). Some disagreement was going on, starting from my right and getting closer, so I decided to shout along, since "I" was standing out from my hat, but a couple others to my left, too. Figured we were part of this... skit? My voice was similarly magnified, so I felt that was another sign I could engage. Nothing happened after I shouted, everything moved along normally, so I thought I was "in" whatever this colourful group was. And the organized chaos was quite entertaining to watch. Then my field of ficus shifted, focussing on the two oddly-attired people in the seats to my left. One hollered, then the next, and so I followed suit. The hollering became more chaotic as it ventured onto the 'invisible' table host. I think I may have even seen a crazy rabbit somewhere. It was a quite convincing tale.
My attention was quickly returned to the person two to my left: they tickled their neck and let out a loud little giggle (I didn't want to be thisinvolved! I've never done drama and enjoy more being a heckler than... I don't trust my nails. Please let it be that single person). Before my apprehension had time to settle in, the person beside me, with some toadstool hat atop their head, did the same, their voice magnified so the thousands of people could easily hear their light giggling.
With no time for further deliberation, as soon as he stopped, both hands clasped solidly around my neck, eyes a little wide. My head gave a curt shake in dismissal, hoping, wishing this "scene" to continue without my explicit cooperation.
Nothing happened for a moment, so I thought I might be able to enjoy listening and enjoying the scene I had only a diminutive, minor part in. And then the quick wiggling of fingers along my ribs...! My loud yip being heard by all equally well, I think that was the most embarrassing thing, but these persistent fingers flirting about my ribs and sides were not helping my role be ignored. Giggles sounding out clearly, my upper arms clamping down over my ribs (hands still solidly wrapped around my neck for... some reason or other), I swayed in my sest, shuffling side to side for a few seconds before my brain sought an easy out.
I fell out of my chair, falling on the ground, looking at the ground as the floor covered more..- sensitive areas easily. Hands still around my neck, body frozen, this should signal everyone else to continue, right?
Sides unassaulted, I breathed easier. My ease was short lived.
Someone (I don't know who) sat on me! Their weight solid along on my rear and the backs of my legs, I could feel a firm pressure on my upper body, not overwhelming by any means but a determined presence no less. And then those infernal wiggling FINGERS return!
By no means unbearable (screams in my dreams have woken me up, sensations too intense. No one else has come rushing once awake, so the hysterics must have remained internal, thank goodness!) but still... !! >_< my giggles sound out even louder, my "dancing" diminished by the weight, the firm pressure making everything even WORSE! I can hear my loud, constant giggles echoed in the speakers for all to hear. All from stupid fingers, wiggling their way in between my ribs, teasing the skin between and along my bones, teasing my muscles and nerves hidden just beneath; my dancing increases when the digits slide along to tease along my sides, wiggling unfettered by any bumps or anything to diminish the ticklish sensations shooting to my brain. And even more senseless, my hands stayed wrapped around my neck! They didn't glued by any means, but with my intellect always being so high in dreams (knee-jerk reactions are the more sophisticated of my thoughts) I must have thought acting like an epileptic would be enough to deter any tickling assailant. Because elbows are dexterous enough as it is, my tickle-addled brain must have thought. But, complete lack of any defences still seeming to prove a worthy opponent, as suddenly as the undesired tickles started, they stopped. Humphing a little to myself in agitation, roughly rubbing away any lingering sensations, it seems the ... whatever skit had ended, disappeared, and the speaker had begun. A bit embarrassed, thinking the speaker cute, my dream quickly moved on to more... odd, interesting topics.
This was but a quick snippet in the middle of the first set of detailed dreams I had last night, so though some characters were intentionally left vague and ambiguous, I'm sure ALL can relate to how quickly the details of our dreams can slip away, like trying to hold onto sand, sifting through your fingers.
Now you all can share my dream vomit, too! Hope it was worth the waste of your time!!
