Bunny with an axe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bunnywithanaxe) wrote,@ 2005-04-23 20:38:00 |
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More dreams
Few nights ago--
Dreamed I reached up my back and felt hair growing there. was disturbed so I went into my room and shut the door, took off my shirt and tunerd around to check it out. My back was thickly covered with this reddish gold hair, kind of matted like lamb's wool. Sprouting out of my shoulderblades were the beginnings of wings, covered in a blonder shade of the hair. Also I noticed right at the base of my spine I had a little tail growing, mostly just a knob with a little tuft of that blond hair on it.
This morning--
D. and I are driving around and we stop at a little inn. It is an older place and a little run down, but the rooms are really comfy, with big soft beds and cushiony chairs and quilts draped everywhere. There is a litte kitchennette, and--here is the odd thing-- that is where the shower/ bath is located, hidden by a red curtain. D. is getting salad stuff out for dinner, and I tell him I want to run the bath so it will be ready afterward.(I have an, er, thing about bathtubs) I pull back the curtain and am a little put off because the wall behind the bath is covered with mildew and peeling paint, but I look down and see that the tub is this gorgeous deep sunken thing, white with a red chinat plate pattern. I run the water, but notice that even though the plug had been pulled up the water is still running thorough. I also notice that thre is a rubber stopper attached to the faucet that fits over everything, so I adjust it over. I wake up.
Also this morning(after I went back to sleep)--
I am sitting at a table with two girls, both adopted children of somebody I know. We are in a very posh house and the girls are both dressed in private school blazers. The oldest is about twelve,with very dark, dark skin and white white teeth; she is chatting with me and comes across as very accomplished and confident. I like her right away. She is wearing a set of pearls, and I make a remark to the effect that I am sure her mother gave her the pearls because she treasures her as much as them.
At this point I notice the other girl, about seven, wriggling around in her chair, stretching her arm above her head with a fork in it. She has straight brown hair in a bowl cut and huge staring brown eyes;to be specific, she looks like a portrait my mother painted a long time ago of a little Indian girl; everyone who saw the finished product thought it was me. She is frowning at me, and seems to have a hard time keeping still in her seat.
"You seem like an interesting person," I say. "What is your name?"
"Rilla." she says.
"That's an interesting name," I say "Is it short for something else?"
And I wake up, even as I am thinking of asking her if she doesn't like what she is eating.
I had another dream that involved me being in a sitcom as a nanny for the White House, but I can't remeber that one.
Few nights ago--
Dreamed I reached up my back and felt hair growing there. was disturbed so I went into my room and shut the door, took off my shirt and tunerd around to check it out. My back was thickly covered with this reddish gold hair, kind of matted like lamb's wool. Sprouting out of my shoulderblades were the beginnings of wings, covered in a blonder shade of the hair. Also I noticed right at the base of my spine I had a little tail growing, mostly just a knob with a little tuft of that blond hair on it.
This morning--
D. and I are driving around and we stop at a little inn. It is an older place and a little run down, but the rooms are really comfy, with big soft beds and cushiony chairs and quilts draped everywhere. There is a litte kitchennette, and--here is the odd thing-- that is where the shower/ bath is located, hidden by a red curtain. D. is getting salad stuff out for dinner, and I tell him I want to run the bath so it will be ready afterward.(I have an, er, thing about bathtubs) I pull back the curtain and am a little put off because the wall behind the bath is covered with mildew and peeling paint, but I look down and see that the tub is this gorgeous deep sunken thing, white with a red chinat plate pattern. I run the water, but notice that even though the plug had been pulled up the water is still running thorough. I also notice that thre is a rubber stopper attached to the faucet that fits over everything, so I adjust it over. I wake up.
Also this morning(after I went back to sleep)--
I am sitting at a table with two girls, both adopted children of somebody I know. We are in a very posh house and the girls are both dressed in private school blazers. The oldest is about twelve,with very dark, dark skin and white white teeth; she is chatting with me and comes across as very accomplished and confident. I like her right away. She is wearing a set of pearls, and I make a remark to the effect that I am sure her mother gave her the pearls because she treasures her as much as them.
At this point I notice the other girl, about seven, wriggling around in her chair, stretching her arm above her head with a fork in it. She has straight brown hair in a bowl cut and huge staring brown eyes;to be specific, she looks like a portrait my mother painted a long time ago of a little Indian girl; everyone who saw the finished product thought it was me. She is frowning at me, and seems to have a hard time keeping still in her seat.
"You seem like an interesting person," I say. "What is your name?"
"Rilla." she says.
"That's an interesting name," I say "Is it short for something else?"
And I wake up, even as I am thinking of asking her if she doesn't like what she is eating.
I had another dream that involved me being in a sitcom as a nanny for the White House, but I can't remeber that one.
