Last night I dreamed I was in New Mexico at my grandparents' house and we were caught in a tornado. For those unfamiliar with the US, tornadoes don't really happen in the desert southwest. It was me, my grandma, my niece, someone I don't remember clearly and a random female friend of my sister-in-law I haven't seen in years who is over six feet tall.
There was also a moose that seemed to belong to us. When I saw the tornadoes in the distance I tried to get the moose to come inside to safety. It was really stubborn and wouldn't budge. So, I went to the fridge and got two carrots, scrubbed them (have to protect the moose's health) and tried to lure it inside with the carrots. It still wouldn't come, but at least it leaned up against the house, which I thought was a bit better.
When the tornadoes were close enough that I knew they were going to pass over the house, I made everyone get on the floor (?) face down. Lying in that position, I knew they were about to pass over when my hands started getting a pins-and-needles feeling. Nothing bad happened, but there were a few separate waves of the tonadoes, huge and nasty and black.
Wow, how weird. I love it!
I guess not only tornadoes but also mooses are not frequent in New Mexico desert.
Oh, yeah. I didn’t think of that as being as odd. Lol.
My memory starts somewhere, I don't know where or why. They played The cure's concert tape in Rome Nov. 1987 there every night and they advertised it with flyers. When they found out I had a remastered copy of it I was a honored guest.
Elsewhere I ran in to a neurologist woman and she was interested in me. I manage to lose her however when she went to a bathroom. We would've had an interesting conversation. This always happens in my dreams, interesting people disappear and I don't find them anymore. I went for a beer and I accidentally dropped a dvd from the table that was property of huge sized man. He got angry and demanded compensation. I offred 20 euros and some fellow called "the artist" came in between and demanded I give the money to him instead. I offered to buy him a beer. This is where my memory drops again, but I avoided trouble.
A swedish girl with so bad accent I couldn't find out what she said spoke english to me and was interested in me. I sat on her lap. I tried to write both my email address and telephone number on paper for her to contact but my writing was indecipherable. This also happens in my dreams, when I try to write something down nothing clear appears.
There was supposed to be a Suicide concert in local sport centre and I headed there, I guess Alan Vega was still alive in my dream. In the sports centre I was too early and almost no one was there. The placed changed into a beach and all the people were naked there. It turned out to be a sex party and there were people from all sexual orientations. I quickly leaved, it was not my kind of thing. There were other not so interesting bits I remember. I felt refreshed and happy after dreaming.
One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain So hit me with music, hit me with music
I had a very vivid dream about war last night. It was obviously informed by current events.
The three of us were in a different country to visit one of Mr. K's friends. Going there when the country was having a civil war was "questionable", to say the least. Our child was younger in the dream, maybe 5-ish, so small. We ended up hiding behind a wall in a communal house in which we were staying underneath blankets and sheets with maybe 20 other people, trying to be still and quiet for hours. It was so stressful. We could hear rockets and automatic gunfire very nearby.
We somehow borrowed a car to try to go to Mr. K's friend's house nearby. Mr. K doesn't drive, so it was up to me. We had to drive down a gravel road that was called the DMZ, which was hilarious b/c men were actively shooting at us as we drove down the road. I had Mr. K ask his friend if there was another way to get there, and he said no, but that the men were only shooting at us to protect us (?) and keep us on a safe path.
The most odd thing about our time in that place was that I noticed there seemed to be no insects.