Saturday, July 16, 2005

Timewarp

Time is twisted today. In fact, my whole perception is twisted today. I went to bed at about 9:45 last night and woke up thinking I'd been asleep forever, when in fact it was only 11:24. I promptly fell asleep again, waking up again at 2:30, thinking it was time to get up. And then again at 4:25. I had three seperate dreams, each of which seemed to last forever...

I was walking home from work (I think), through the forest, beside a river. I saw a man standing by the river, he might have been fishing. He was an older man, balding, with whitish grey hair and a jovial face. He stopped me, and we talked for a while. A fox came walking out of the trees by the bank and stopped, staring at the two of us. "I wish I had a pet fox," I said aloud.
"She's your's," the man said to me, smiling. I bent and held my hand out to the fox, who shied and looked as though she may run, but crept up slowly instead and smelled my outstretched fingers. I gently touched her head and she moved toward me and licked my face. I laughed and pulled her into my arms and held her proudly.
I put her down and said goodbye to the man and started to walk along the path home, and the fox followed.
I lived in a small, square room, cluttered with books and boxes and a hammock that hung in the corner. I laid down and the fox jumped into the hammock with me and we slept for a little while. But soon she wanted to go outside, and I knew that she wouldn't come back, but I let her go anyway, watching her dissappear in the trees again.

The second dream I remember, I was living in an apartment in Fort McMurray, and my phone rang. "Get downstairs, son," came a voice I recognized as my dad, even though he sounded like Bruce Willis.
"What's going on?" I could her glass breaking in the background over the phone.
"My windows are all broken," he said.
"Why?" I asked, puzzled by the whole thing.
"Look out your balcony," he said. Looking out the window, I looked out over the city and saw crowds of people running through the streets, many of them wearing oversized mascot costumes, tripping and pushing, panicking. I looked past them and saw a large dust cloud billowing over the city and the crowd, and beyond it, a tornado. I hung up and started tio run for the exit.....

I don't remember the third dream, though the two that preceded were enough to keep my mind turning all day.

13 Comments:

At 6:24 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

mascot costumes?! *lmao*

 
At 6:26 PM , Blogger September said...

It's true! They looked like tragic stuffed animals.

 
At 6:48 PM , Blogger September said...

You should have seen it! I wish I could make films about the stuff that comes from my mind.
But I don't think I could afford Bruce Willis.

 
At 6:53 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

bruce willis & mascots. sounds like donnie darko meets die hard. bizarre.

 
At 6:54 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

oh and this real weird episode of CSI that I saw =P

 
At 6:57 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

speaking of off topic information, do you have any suggestions for a colour scheme for OSW&DW?

 
At 7:02 PM , Blogger September said...

I saw that episode, with the "furries". That was weird.

Well, I like dark greens and browns. Something wooden and stone, perhaps?

 
At 7:10 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

examples? any websites that inspire?

 
At 10:10 PM , Blogger September said...

http://www.fws.gov/pacific/oregoncoast/capemeares/cmeares%20old%20growth.jpg

http://www.stalvik.com/images/LandPolen/polen5.jpg

oh, I like this one :)

http://www.davidhanauer.com/buckscounty/photos/ruins1.jpg

 
At 10:43 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

freaky how we think the same.

 
At 10:44 PM , Blogger Sonja Nelson said...

I just posted on OSW&DW and as I was doing so I kept thinking of a dark isolated, quiet, forest while I was writing.

 
At 10:45 PM , Blogger September said...

I know :) And yet, it's wonderful.

 
At 12:46 AM , Blogger JERKJ said...

I wish I would have pretty drems. There's so much turmoil lately, I don't think I'm capable of a restful sleep.
I had a swirling VanGogh dream when I was a little girl and camping at Watkins Glen. It was weird and beautiful.. Looking back now, I wonder if my brother slipped me some acid- it was the late 60's. Night-night

 

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