A seriously weird dream
Oct. 9th, 2010 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sollersMy dreams often take a form like films that I am watching. I may or may not be a participant but I'm also aware of observing, and often have critical thoughts about what I'm watching, because after all I am a nerd.
Last night's, though, was something else again. I'd had a disturbed night (thanks to Zoe) and got to sleep again around 5, which was OK as I didn't need to wake early. This dream was sort of medievalish in a Hollywood sort of way with a tinge of pantomime, and the observer me was having a field day. Then towards the end one character told another that she would have been spending most of the day spinning. Observer me felt approval as I had already thinking that and concluding that for the alleged date it would be drop spindles, not spinning wheels. "Oh! Right!" she said, and transformed her clothes into gym gear, running on the spot with her knees going very high. The observer me went "WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?" and it was a significant amount of subjective time before the penny dropped and I realised which meaning of "spinning" she was referring to..
The weirdness lay not in what she was doing, but my initial bafflement and sudden realisation. It takes my observer-within-the-dream status to a totally new level,.
Last night's, though, was something else again. I'd had a disturbed night (thanks to Zoe) and got to sleep again around 5, which was OK as I didn't need to wake early. This dream was sort of medievalish in a Hollywood sort of way with a tinge of pantomime, and the observer me was having a field day. Then towards the end one character told another that she would have been spending most of the day spinning. Observer me felt approval as I had already thinking that and concluding that for the alleged date it would be drop spindles, not spinning wheels. "Oh! Right!" she said, and transformed her clothes into gym gear, running on the spot with her knees going very high. The observer me went "WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?" and it was a significant amount of subjective time before the penny dropped and I realised which meaning of "spinning" she was referring to..
The weirdness lay not in what she was doing, but my initial bafflement and sudden realisation. It takes my observer-within-the-dream status to a totally new level,.
