What Did You Dream Last Night?

Last night, as so often happens, Robert Redford was in my dream! His visits are always such a delight. Last night I dreamed that we were at a street fair, and we stopped so that Bob (Robert Redford) could give a woman his autograph. 

In the process, somehow he managed to deface a stone marker, and a mob of angry people 

began to chase us. 

While Bob got clean away, I inadvertently became trapped in a chicken-wire enclosure covered with flowers and vines, just like Peter Rabbit caught in the gooseberry net.

As the crowd of angry street-fair attendants surrounded me. I managed to break free of the chicken wire and escaped in the nick of time.

Robert Redford and I met up with an old friend, Paul Gassenheimer, whose picture I can't find, so just imagine a short curly-haired guitar player with a mustache.

Some young guy that I didn't know offered us a tiny jar of creme because we all had become sunburned at the street fair, and I put some on my arm and said "Wow, a little of this goes a long way!"

And that was the end of that dream.

This all reminds me of one of my favorite Guster songs, "I Spy." 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeHcPt4-LGY

What Did You Dream Last Night

It's that time again! Here at The Painted Possum, from time to time I tell a dream I've had and ask my readers to tell what dreams they have had. So, here goes:

A few nights ago I dreamed that I was onstage singing "Mack the Knife!" It was wonderful! I sang the entire song, and I remember during this performance, I was surprised and impressed with myself for knowing all the words!

I was wearing the cutest little khaki colored suit , very "au current," I must say. Not sure how to spell au current, but I think that's right.

Here's what my suit looked like.

Wish I had a film of ME singing "Mack the Knife," but I don't! 

 So, here's that famous guy himself,  Bobby Darin!

 

So, what did you dream last night?

One of Those Nights

Have you ever had one of THOSE nights? Dreamtime goes totally to the Twilight Zone? I knew things were headed in the wrong direction when I saw the really big orange and green plastic centipede on the floor, headed beligerantly in my direction. Have I mentioned that I harbor an irrational fear of centipedes and wonder why they even exist?

He looked like this, but his head and mouth looked more like a dragon, like this:

Actually, now I realize it was a many-legged dragon. Instead of running away in terror, which was my first impulse, I picked up a golf club and whacked the centipede/dragon and broke its jaw, killing it dead, much to my relief. After it was killed, it turned to dust and disappeared.

But then I was immediately accosted by assailants who were roaming around in great numbers throughout the region, and throughout my dream, trying to zap me with a small round weapon that looked very much like a hockey puck.

I saw them zapping lots of other people, causing some of the victims to vaporize like the plastic centipede, but leaving most of them in a zombie-like trance at the mercy of the assailants who were, by the way, very scary, and were obviously in cahoots with the lately deceased plastic centipede/dragon.

So for the rest of the night, I hid, avoided, ran, evaded, took refuge here and there, including at Regions Bank and Leeds Jane Culbreth Library, trying to not be zapped and turned into a zombie. After I woke up in the middle of the night and breathed a sigh of relief that THAT was over, I went back to sleep and the dream continued. At one point I deftly pretended to have been zapped and rendered zombie-ish. But one of the bad guys called attention to me and said "She's not changed. I can smell her; she's not changed!" And the whole herd of attackers came after me with their round black zappers.

I never got zapped, but by the end of the dream, everyone else had been zapped, including the teller at the bank who was suspicious because I was making a withdrawal and she insisted that the computers weren't working. I nonchalantly said "Oh, they're all messed up at the library too, but it'll work okay. Just do the withdrawal anyway and I'll be on my way!"

Then a little boy on a bicycle pursued me, leading the throng of evil attackers after me in a most insidious way. I ran down a path under some trees and evaded them all! But I think they were still chasing me when I finally woke up this morning. 

So, what did you dream last night? 



What Did You Dream Last Night II

It's dream time again! Our first What Did You Dream post was in June of 2012 (See below) Surely we've all had some dreams-worth-telling-about since then!

Last June I dreamed about a wooden leg.
http://www.rameychannell.blogspot.com/2012/06/what-did-you-dream-last-night.html

Last night I dreamed about Robert Redford.

Actually, I dream about Bob frequently, so it was no big surprise seeing him last night in Dreamtime. We were among a crowd of people attending some sort of festive gala in a dreary cement underground hotel lobby/restaurant place. I had forgotten to get dressed and was wearing a nightgown and housecoat, which was also no surprise, but put me in a peevish mood. Robert didn't seem to mind. He was in love with me, and when he saw me sauntering toward him, he perfectly beamed with joy! We got into a car and drove along some streets that were almost wide enough for the car, but not quite, scraping along people's houses and fences and squeezing the car through narrow muddy roads, until we reached "my front yard." It's a place I frequently dream about as "my front yard," but it doesn't look like any yard I've seen anywhere except in Dreamtime. I sat under a huge tree and immediately discerned that there were three plump very large adorable animals up in the tree. At first I thought they were very large rabbits, but they weren't.

    "What are those animals?" I asked, in awe of how big and fluffy they were.

    "Goats." Robert answered in his characteristically terse manner.

And he was right. I coaxed the fat fluffy goats to come down out of the tree, and they were marvelously sweet and cuddly!  What could possibly be a more delightful surprise than finding cuddly fat goats in a tree in "my front yard?"

I got all three goats on my lap and in my arms, and that was the end of the dream.

So, what did you dream last night?

Dreams Are All True While They Last

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Alfred Lord Tennyson

What a coincidence that my last blog post was about dreams! Today I just received word that  my YA novel in progress Lovely, Dark, and Deep has been awarded an Honorable Mention from Alabama Writers' Conclave in their First Chapter of a Novel contest. And this story is all about dreams, but definitely not in the ordinary sense.

None of my dreams are ever in the ordinary sense, so I have plenty of material for Lovely, Dark, and Deep!

Now, I just need to finish my Sweet Music on Moonlight Ridge sequel, titled The Witches of Moonlight Ridge, which I'm determined to have finished by the end of summer, then get busy on Lovely, Dark, and Deep, a YA supernatural mystery.

Edgar Allan Poe said:  All that we see or seem , Is but a dream within a dream.

What Did You Dream Last Night?

Last night I dreamed that I was jogging toward home from The Rowan House, a restored home circa 1854 on Hwy 119, and I had some folded money in my hand. A cute, short guy with dark hair jogged up beside me and started talking about how he supposed I was a Democrat and he was a Democrat too. Then he went into this long discourse that was so far-fetched I couldn't follow him about Democrats in the UK! Just then I saw a wooden leg lying beside the road, and I thought it looked like something we ought to keep, but I couldn't stop to pick it up because the Democrat was so engrossed in his great conversation, and I was trying to follow what he was saying! And I thought it would be hard to jog all the way home carrying a wooden leg.

What did you dream last night?