Dream Weaver
The following section is last night's weird, vivid dream. It involves waking and sleeping, so I don't want you to be confused - I will separate it out with ~~~ and everything between those marks is the dream, and all took place while I was actually asleep. Here we go:
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I was asleep, and Trevor was in his normal place at my feet. But for some reason he was bouncing and leaping and attacking something down there, and that woke me up. I sat up, and couldn't figure out what he was playing with. So I got up, went across the room, and turned on the light [IRL there is no main light switch, there was one here]. When I looked at the bed in the light, there were suddenly no sheets, just a bare mattress. On that bare mattress was a little hoard (herd? flock?) of ants. They didn't seem to be "coming from" anywhere - you know how there's normally a little train of ants leading to and fro' whatever has attracted their attention - nope, they were just all sitting there, focussing on... pasta. Several small shells of uncooked pasta, sitting on the bed. So I picked up the pasta, and the ants all clung together like a chain of paperclips, and Trevor followed me and together we watched them swirl down the toilet. Then we went back to bed, and went back to sleep
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And then I woke up.
See? Not a nightmare, not scary. Extremely vivid (I did leave out details that no one else - even the few of you who care enough to read that - would care about), and odd. And that was just one of the two dreams I had last night. And yes, my doctor knows about the sleeplessness, and damn me for trying to take a no-meds-except-as-a-last-resort stance on things because she wants to wait another week or two before giving me anything to help me sleep. Apparently we're going to wait until I just lapse into complete and total zombie-hood. Heck, it's Halloween season, I won't need a costume!
As an ammendment to yesterday's discussion, when I mentioned that I was getting "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" stuck in my head in certain rooms, I really did mean only those rooms. It's sort of like being at a house where there is a stereo playing in a room - not particularly loudly, just playing. So that when you open the door and enter the room, you can hear the stereo, but when you leave the room and close the door, you can't hear it anymore. When I walk into my bedroom, the song "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" begins playing in my head. When I leave the room, it stops. When I walk into the studio at the radio station, it begins. When I leave the studio, and I'm in any other room in the station, it's not there.
See that? My job to prove you sane continues.
Now, please discuss amongst yourselves: What does Maryland Sheep & Wool smell like? What does a bag of fleece smell like? Do you smell sheep? Grass? Festival food? People?
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I was asleep, and Trevor was in his normal place at my feet. But for some reason he was bouncing and leaping and attacking something down there, and that woke me up. I sat up, and couldn't figure out what he was playing with. So I got up, went across the room, and turned on the light [IRL there is no main light switch, there was one here]. When I looked at the bed in the light, there were suddenly no sheets, just a bare mattress. On that bare mattress was a little hoard (herd? flock?) of ants. They didn't seem to be "coming from" anywhere - you know how there's normally a little train of ants leading to and fro' whatever has attracted their attention - nope, they were just all sitting there, focussing on... pasta. Several small shells of uncooked pasta, sitting on the bed. So I picked up the pasta, and the ants all clung together like a chain of paperclips, and Trevor followed me and together we watched them swirl down the toilet. Then we went back to bed, and went back to sleep
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And then I woke up.
See? Not a nightmare, not scary. Extremely vivid (I did leave out details that no one else - even the few of you who care enough to read that - would care about), and odd. And that was just one of the two dreams I had last night. And yes, my doctor knows about the sleeplessness, and damn me for trying to take a no-meds-except-as-a-last-resort stance on things because she wants to wait another week or two before giving me anything to help me sleep. Apparently we're going to wait until I just lapse into complete and total zombie-hood. Heck, it's Halloween season, I won't need a costume!
As an ammendment to yesterday's discussion, when I mentioned that I was getting "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" stuck in my head in certain rooms, I really did mean only those rooms. It's sort of like being at a house where there is a stereo playing in a room - not particularly loudly, just playing. So that when you open the door and enter the room, you can hear the stereo, but when you leave the room and close the door, you can't hear it anymore. When I walk into my bedroom, the song "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" begins playing in my head. When I leave the room, it stops. When I walk into the studio at the radio station, it begins. When I leave the studio, and I'm in any other room in the station, it's not there.
See that? My job to prove you sane continues.
Now, please discuss amongst yourselves: What does Maryland Sheep & Wool smell like? What does a bag of fleece smell like? Do you smell sheep? Grass? Festival food? People?
posted by Amie at
8:59 AM
6 Comments:
Girly girl, you forget. There is no blog out there to record how crazy I am. There is a reason for this. If you want to turn this into a competition (and I am very competitive) I will blow. you. out. of. the. water.
OOOH! I want to see how crazy Rachel is.
Analysis. You think Trevor is protecting you. (we knew that.)
You're too antsy to sleep.
Pasta (carbs?) is keeping you up at night.
So, give Trevor the pasta off your plate. It's the least you could do, since he's protecting you.
sallyjo
(Note to Trevor; I expect a dead mouse on my doorstep tomorrow morning, in payment.)
I have an exquisite sense of smell. Interestingly, I do smell wool and sheep... particularly ram right now as I'm in the process of cleaning out my wool room (where I found 15 raw Shetland fleeces just begging to be dealt with!). I smell dirt... it's a particular aroma that takes me back to the long drives home from college during the spring when the farmers where just turning their gardens. And yes people... most reek of perfume... but I'm keenly aware of the different smells... so is M... it drives us CRAZY!
I dreamt that I lived in a blown sugar flower garden last night and that my bed was in an ornate green bower that was on a extreme angle so that I had to strap myself in to go to sleep and somehow no one was allowed to sleep more than 4 hours or you were evicted...
Shea
I've been so tired this week that I don't remember dreaming anything! Yesterday I was walking in one of the subway tunnels, and wishing that I was in the sheep barns at Rhinebeck - so I guess you know how I feel about the smells of sheep and raw wool.
Thank you, I feel more sane every time I come to your blog :P
MDSW smells sheepy - screw the food - I want the wool. And thanks for making me think of it and wanting to be there right now. I'm gonna go stick my head in a bag of fleece.
I have a hightened sense of smell at times - and I am so grossed out by it. People's breath, BO, and luch food smells waft into my office and stay.. I know you all are saying "ew" and you are right! "Ick" also sums it up.
Never smelled a lamb (intentionally), but I know what wet wool smells like. I smells like the earth... (huh?)
Nancy
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