I had a dream
Oct. 6th, 2011 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feng_shui_houseThis morning of Oct. 6, 2011 I was awakened abruptly, and so I remembered my dream. I'm posting this just because I want to post something. LJ is terrible for me today & I'm not even sure a pure text post will make it. I ran speedtest.net again just now and ping 6/ download 21.39MB and after 13 minutes of waiting, it told me the Upstream was .09. Now, while I could imagine the fault lay in the modem if both results were abysmal, the fact that the download is far faster than it should be (they finally told me my service should be 12MB for both up and downstream) doesn't seem like something a faulty modem could do- mess up one side bad, and give the goodies to the other??
Mom was alive. I'd gone to bed after washing my hair, but kept 'waking up' . I finally saw floodlights and a shining white truck. It wasn't even dawn, but Comcast men had come with a backhoe to fix lines (and no, none of the utility lines are buried). The men looked in my bedroom window but couldn't see me, even though I could see them. I put on a heavy red and gold brocade robe (which doesn't exist) over my nightgown and went to the front door & told them to start whatever they had to do.
They ripped up the lawn and had a huge water pressure driven machine whose hoses leaked badly- which they didn't care about. When they left, mom planted tree stumps in the dug up area right next to the house. I protested that the roots would cause problems. Mom didn't care.
I picked up leftover electric tape from Comcast's feeble attempt to fix the line and gave it to dad (who was alive & not Alzheimer) to put in his tool box. Before he'd take it, he asked if I had any. I told him I had two rolls.
I went for a walk in a small formal garden by a large office/apartment house building and saw a big thin black cat (a 'cobweb' panther-rare coloration netted with white) licking the shoulder of a medium size mutt- it had licked the skin raw and was licking the blood, like a vampire bat. I got the dog away, but it was mad at me and wanted to go back to the panther- something in the saliva was euphoric. I managed to get the dog and panther (and then a kitten and live baby doll-made of printed knit fabric) to follow me into the building where I met my cousin Carol (as she was about 20 years ago).
Carol took over the animals & wouldn't listen to me saying the cat was rare and we should call the zoo who would take care of it properly and find it a mate, etc. Carol was changing the diaper on the doll, which I said was a waste of time as doll's diapers never get dirty. When she got the diaper off it was a piece of paper with threats from a woman who wanted the animals and had been spying on Carol.
Since Carol didn't care for my advice I decided to get away before the woman arrived & got a bunch of old ladies to commandeer the apartment/hotel/office building's four elevators (all in a group in the center of the building) and keep riding them up and down and not letting anyone on, to slow the woman down.
As I was walking away from the elevators I saw a company 'ending' business having a final employee talk about all the good things they'd done, including founding a charity in Africa to care for one dog.
I kept walking and I was at an apartment where a costume party was being held, and a 14 year old blonde girl was demanding to go in, but her costume was a sort of bustier totally exposing her breasts, which I thought wildly inappropriate. But she insisted even after the host told her they were watching a movie in which the hero and heroine agree to be lovers by sleeping together, fully clothed, and without sex. I could see the Huge TV screen and the life size couple on the bed- Cary Grant and Marilyn Monroe.
The girl went in anyway and now either the TV was real or she'd been turned into a TV image. She sat down at the head of a big white oak dining table with the rest of the cast and cried while a little old lady tried to comfort her, but then she jumped up and tried to escape by leaping out a window (it was now a big, old, white wooden farmhouse) only giant aliens were there (fuzzy pastel felt obelisks with huge black eyes and thin arms and legs) and told her there was no escape.
And then instead of a farmhouse she was in a Conestoga wagon, still crying, and they were making camp/building a town out West for the aliens' entertainment. I was there again, only now I had a bag/box with all my worldly goods, and I took out the best thing I had, a coffeetable size photo book of Veterinary Care of Horses, Dogs and Cats and laid it down on the big wooden table the blacksmith (who looked more like a teenage motorcycle gang member) was using to set out his tools.
I told him I had the book because while I could never own a horse at least I could look at pictures of them. He said motorcycles were better than horses. I said at least a horse could go around a corner without you having to balance it. He started drawing diagrams on the white space of what was now a drawing of a horse printed on fabric. I felt like objecting, but the damage was already done and after all it was only a print, and then
the real telephone rang and I leaped out of bed thinking COMCAST only it was a woman calling for contributions to the Firefighters. I told her no, I'm broke, sorry. (That tends to shut them up faster than anything else.)
Mom was alive. I'd gone to bed after washing my hair, but kept 'waking up' . I finally saw floodlights and a shining white truck. It wasn't even dawn, but Comcast men had come with a backhoe to fix lines (and no, none of the utility lines are buried). The men looked in my bedroom window but couldn't see me, even though I could see them. I put on a heavy red and gold brocade robe (which doesn't exist) over my nightgown and went to the front door & told them to start whatever they had to do.
They ripped up the lawn and had a huge water pressure driven machine whose hoses leaked badly- which they didn't care about. When they left, mom planted tree stumps in the dug up area right next to the house. I protested that the roots would cause problems. Mom didn't care.
I picked up leftover electric tape from Comcast's feeble attempt to fix the line and gave it to dad (who was alive & not Alzheimer) to put in his tool box. Before he'd take it, he asked if I had any. I told him I had two rolls.
I went for a walk in a small formal garden by a large office/apartment house building and saw a big thin black cat (a 'cobweb' panther-rare coloration netted with white) licking the shoulder of a medium size mutt- it had licked the skin raw and was licking the blood, like a vampire bat. I got the dog away, but it was mad at me and wanted to go back to the panther- something in the saliva was euphoric. I managed to get the dog and panther (and then a kitten and live baby doll-made of printed knit fabric) to follow me into the building where I met my cousin Carol (as she was about 20 years ago).
Carol took over the animals & wouldn't listen to me saying the cat was rare and we should call the zoo who would take care of it properly and find it a mate, etc. Carol was changing the diaper on the doll, which I said was a waste of time as doll's diapers never get dirty. When she got the diaper off it was a piece of paper with threats from a woman who wanted the animals and had been spying on Carol.
Since Carol didn't care for my advice I decided to get away before the woman arrived & got a bunch of old ladies to commandeer the apartment/hotel/office building's four elevators (all in a group in the center of the building) and keep riding them up and down and not letting anyone on, to slow the woman down.
As I was walking away from the elevators I saw a company 'ending' business having a final employee talk about all the good things they'd done, including founding a charity in Africa to care for one dog.
I kept walking and I was at an apartment where a costume party was being held, and a 14 year old blonde girl was demanding to go in, but her costume was a sort of bustier totally exposing her breasts, which I thought wildly inappropriate. But she insisted even after the host told her they were watching a movie in which the hero and heroine agree to be lovers by sleeping together, fully clothed, and without sex. I could see the Huge TV screen and the life size couple on the bed- Cary Grant and Marilyn Monroe.
The girl went in anyway and now either the TV was real or she'd been turned into a TV image. She sat down at the head of a big white oak dining table with the rest of the cast and cried while a little old lady tried to comfort her, but then she jumped up and tried to escape by leaping out a window (it was now a big, old, white wooden farmhouse) only giant aliens were there (fuzzy pastel felt obelisks with huge black eyes and thin arms and legs) and told her there was no escape.
And then instead of a farmhouse she was in a Conestoga wagon, still crying, and they were making camp/building a town out West for the aliens' entertainment. I was there again, only now I had a bag/box with all my worldly goods, and I took out the best thing I had, a coffeetable size photo book of Veterinary Care of Horses, Dogs and Cats and laid it down on the big wooden table the blacksmith (who looked more like a teenage motorcycle gang member) was using to set out his tools.
I told him I had the book because while I could never own a horse at least I could look at pictures of them. He said motorcycles were better than horses. I said at least a horse could go around a corner without you having to balance it. He started drawing diagrams on the white space of what was now a drawing of a horse printed on fabric. I felt like objecting, but the damage was already done and after all it was only a print, and then
the real telephone rang and I leaped out of bed thinking COMCAST only it was a woman calling for contributions to the Firefighters. I told her no, I'm broke, sorry. (That tends to shut them up faster than anything else.)
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