I had gone to bed about 2 hours ago and taken some Imitrex. Headache is gone and I'm wide awake, and I had this dream in the meantime:

I had gotten a new job. It was in this strange and wonderful library that was in a larger building that housed other businessess. I think it must've been a private library, because it was much too plush and the books were far too old and expensive and antiquatated to be a public library. I suspect, literally, this was my dream job I was dreaming about it. My new position was head of reference, and I was there unofficially before my first day, just to look around. The wooden shelves were recessed underneath these arches, and each set of shelves had an inner sliding door, so if the shelf wasn't being used, we were to close them. The walls were these glorious dark blue/green/gilt William Morris masterpieces. Apparently new carpet had just been laid because the staff was trying to explain to me about bringing a 2nd set of clothes and not wearing shoes. Barefoot! At work! And the book. Oh, heavens. The books. Leather bound ancient tomes that you think of when you think of library. Gorgeous. Then they were trying to find me an office... we went down this hallway opening doors and looking inside. I think we must have gone outside the library into a different business in the building, because they deposit me into this large warm kitchen. Inside, there's a man in there making a cake. "Do you think this should have strawberries?" he asked me. "Possibly." He lops off a thin slice of cake, frosts it, and hands it over and asks me to taste it. It's divine. It's already strawberry flavored, but not that sugary milk-shake kind of strawberry.... it's the really really subtle strawberry -- like, EXPENSIVE strawberry. It's so really good. So the baker and I start talking (btw, he looks an awful lot like River Phoenix/blondish hair/ and is just gorgeous and he's got this wickedly charming British accent). He tells me that he's from Israel, and I say, oh! My friend Mikka is from Israel - she's coming to visit me next month! He asks me what part, and I sheepishly admit that she's told me a million times, but I can't remember, and even if I could I probably couldn't pronounce it. I finish up the sample slice and rave about it and look for a sink. He says they have this machine that cleans the dishes (not a dishwasher, something crazy, like an Ionizer) and he starts to lead me to it when he yelps and slams down a button on the Machine and all this steam comes pouring out. Meanwhile, behind him I see this screendoor that appears to lead to a classroom and the teacher is looking annoyed at us through the steam and the loud Ionizing noises.

And that's it. That library. My goodness, I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Xiner once said that dreams with houses and buildings represent ourselves, and it gives me all kinds of glee to think about that beautiful library somewhere in me. My silent meditation image used to be my Cube in the desert. Now I think it might be this library.

you have some of the most interesting dreams, amy

I had a hot guy baking for me! I need to have more dreams like that. *nod*nod*nod*

Now, if only it were pie....

My dream last night was totally ripped off from Signs. There were these aliens wearing these charcoal-colored suits that looked almost like tight-fitting biohazard suits. We (and when I say we, I mean me and Silly Punk and TLOML and I think maybe James or Snazz...someone with facial hair...) were hiding in the basement of a rickity old house and every time the aliens came down the stairs we would hack at them until there was nothing but peices of suits (arms...shirts...helmets) laying on the floor. We soon discovered that the aliens could reassemble, which they did. Finally someone suggested that we spray them with water from the laundry area. We did so, and the aliens turned to ashes.

While we were waiting between attacks, Silly Punk and I discussed our traumatic childhoods with one another and hugged tight.

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Xiner once said that dreams with houses and buildings represent ourselves

Really? I dream a lot about my grandmother's creepy, haunted house, running through my own house and locking all the doors, or if I'm in a new house it's huge and I start wandering from room to room and get lost.

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Originally posted by aitapata:
Last night I dreamt that I got an email alert from TicketMaster that the Beatles were getting together for a reunion tour, and the tickets were ridiculously cheap -- like $20. A few minutes later I got an excited email from Xine shrieking over the Beatles, and I was laughing because I already bought my tickets.

that is an awesome dream. I wish I had cool and awesome dreams like you and could remember them. *wistful*

A small portion of last night's dream:

I'm driving down this long dirt road, and I come across the same pond from last week with the alligator. Except I still have my arms, and there's no alligator. Instead, there's this HUGE tree with what look like cherry blossoms (I think. I've never seen cherry blossoms). I mean, the tree is beyond huge -- 40 feet high and big around. And I stop the car and get out to look at it. Big pink blossoms and the sunlight is filtering in at just the right angle, and it's gorgeous. And I pull out my cell phone and take a picture with every intention of pictexting it to Joccy and Xine.

The dream goes on and doesn't make any sense, but that particular scene really got me once I realized it was the same place where the alligator had attacked me.

Wow. i would love to see an analysis of those two dreams together.

Me too.

I'm flipping through my copy of The secret language of signs.

Can't find anything on having arms ripped off, but here's what it says about crocodiles:

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The ancient Egyptians had two basic meanings for the crocodile. In one interpretation, the crocodile represented viciousness and fury. However, they also represented power and wisdom, as they appeared in hieroglyphics showing the dead transformed into crocodiles of knowledge.

Crocodiles can mean trouble or danger beneath the surface. This danger can be coming either from within yourself or from someone else in your life. Look beneath the surface and see what the truth of the situation is.

Since the first dream, events have indeed transpired where I saw the danger underneath.

Cherry trees are not directly mentioned in the book, nor is blossom or blooming. But this is what it says about trees:

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Trees are one of the most common and traditional signs throughout the world: hence, the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge. Trees can be a personal symbol of your life's development. The roots of the tree, which go deep into the earth, can be likened to your earthly life, while the branches rising into the sky symbolize your higher consciousness, allowing you to feel rooted and grounded within the earth plane yet soaring to spiritual heights.

Each tree has its own properties. Is the tree straight or crooked? An old, gnarled tree can represent wisdom and strength. A slender willow tree can mean being able to bend with circumstances. The meaning of a tree can vary depending on whether it is just beginning to leaf, is in full leaf, is losing its leaves, or has no leaves.

Something *did* happen between the two dreams that has changed my outlook on a particular situation. Maybe this is the representation -- the danger is gone, I won't get hurt anymore, and instead there's this beautiful memorial left behind.

Or maybe the pond was just *me*. When I looked in me before, there was danger at every turn and things beneath the surface that had power to rip me to shreds. Now, when I look in me, there's this big blooming tree, ready for what's next.

I wish I was better at dream interpretation.

Okay, so in my dream I'm sleeping, and I hear this noise outside. I wake up (in my dream) and go to investigate. While I'm walking around, I realize that I'm not in my apartment, nor in any house I'd ever seen before. And there's no furniture. Just my grandparents in the living room sleeping on an air mattress. Obviously, we've just moved here. And I go to the back glass sliding door where the noise is coming from, and it's my mother. She's been locked into the patio accidentally. So I let her in, and then I wake up (in real life). As it was 4:30 am, I go back to sleep.

last night's bizarreness can possibly be attributed to doctor who, in that I'm still trying to figure out how you can get the indie bigger than the outside. in my dream I folded... something... into strange origami shapes and flung them on a pile and then when the pile was enormous, like... bigger than our solar system and yet I was still just my normal size, I started grabbing the origami bits I had made and carding them and I started spinning them. and in my dream I realised that the origami bits were strands of time and history and I was just randomly grabbing them and carding them and twisting them into yarn and winding it all on a giant skein. when I got to the end of the fluff ball I attached the end of the spun yarn onto the beginning and closed the loop. and then I started unraveling the skein, but at the same time I was unraveling it, I was also wrapping it up. then I folded the spinning wheel all around it, almost like a flower. only it wasn't solar sized anymore, it was about pineapple sized.

And then Limertilly came and took away my U&P title and the pineapple because she said I was being far too productive by spinning time.


I think it all made more sense in my head. um.

I dreamt I was a flying cat, and my boyfriend was scared of me.

most of my dreams lately have been work dreams, but a couple of days ago i had another baby dream.

i dreamed, as before, that i'd had my baby . . . only i had twins, and they were kittens instead of human.

also, in one part of the dream i completely forgot i was a mom, and i left my twin kittens in their car seats in the car in our garage. When i remembered them and went to get them they were lethargic and i knew i had to take them to the doctor, and i was awash in feelings of guilt and fear (of punishment for neglect).

in another part of the dream i was some sort of noblewoman and i had had a baby but my father (of even higher rank) had made me give it up to a sort of wet nurse to be raised, and wouldn't let me go see it.

there was more but i can't remember it well.

Kittens!

How much longer til Daysleeper/Escher junior is due?

they were cute kittens too ^_^

any day now i guess, though i haven't noticed a single one of the signs i've been told are supposed to precede actual labor. I am 37 weeks along now. The due date given by my doctor was 15 March.

i was hoping for Leap Day, i think that would be a neat birthday to have, but i'm starting to think it may not happen.

There will be pictures, yes?

of course

I haven't remembered any of my dreams for quite a while, so last night before going to bed I told myself this time I would. And this is what I woke up with:

I was talking to and American woman called Shamrock Shelby. She told me she was a teacher in a Bible Study class. She said the worst time she had had doing that job was when Jessica Simpson attended her class for four weeks. J.S. would arrive with her motorcycle and nobody paid any attention to anyone else but her. All the men, including the teacher's husband, but also all of the women were only focusing on Simpson. I said to the teacher: "Well, maybe it was like that when you were younger, too", but she said no. End of dream.

(Bible Study? Jessica Simpson?? My dream-generator is weird in a boring way! Apparently, next time I'll have to specifically instruct the good old subconscious to come up with something juicy, preferably sexy and maybe also wish-fulfilling.)

I have alot of weird dreams but ever since I was put on this medication they've been getting much weirder.

I dreamt that I'd found a certain type of chocolate covered apple that makes your hair grow out to your waist, unless it's already waist length, then your hair shrinks back into your head until it's shoulder length. I ate too many of them at once and my hair grew down to my feet instead and came to life. I could make locks of my hair float up and pick things up for me. And then my hair got a mind of it's own, and used itself to hang me from the lighting fixture in my living room. And that's just one of them. My sister came in to check on me for that one 'cause I was yelling in my sleep, "Oh my GOD! My hair is trying to kill me!"

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Originally posted by daysleeper[chickie]:
any day now i guess, though i haven't noticed a single one of the signs i've been told are supposed to precede actual labor. I am 37 weeks along now. The due date given by my doctor was 15 March.

Wow, time has been flying! It seems like you only just said you're expecting.

*~*~*loving healthy vibes for mom and baby*~*~*