I was riding in a regular bus filled with theatre celebrities, both local and national. Apparently we were all headed to a very swanky benefit/award show for theatre. Not only was I selected to be an award presenter but I also had the pleasure of performing a duet with a celebrity - the incomparable and fabulous Eartha Kitt. Needless to say I was very nervous. I spent the time on the bus being very quiet; for one thing, I was intimidated by the talent that surrounded me but I was also reflecting on what laid in store for me. My contemplation was broken by the sound of giggling. It was coming from a gaggle of well-dressed sequined divas. They heard I was singing alongside Eartha and wondered if she would remember the lyrics (in reference to her old age). I assured them she would and made my way over to her. I asked her flat out if she was fine with the song and she replied with a smirk "But of course my dear. After all, I am a professional. Rrrrrrrr" She then linked arms with me and walked back to my seat. No sooner than we sat down, the background music to our duet came on over the PA - which by the way was a bossa nova version of "The Boy from Ipanema"... a very odd choice of song.
Suddenly the bus stopped downtown on the main street and we all got out. The event planner did a role call and gave all of the presenters their speeches. I though it was odd the bus stopped randomly on the street and not in front of where the event took place. Also, why did the planner give us our speeches then and not at the event? No one else questioned the randomness of it all. After everything was settled we all walked off.
The event was held in what appeared to be a ballroom in a hotel and it was filled with the creme de la creme of the theatre. Eartha and I had a table all to ourselves. For whatever reason, the Cosby family was there but they looked they way did back in the 80's. They performed a skit in which they were performing a skit but Denise couldn't remember a key line which halted everything and each family member was trying to help her remember it. It wasn't particularly very funny but people still laughed out of politeness because they were the Cosbys. Shortly after it was time for Eartha and I to perform. She sat seductively atop a grand piano and I stood beside her. The song was a hit!
Second dream
I was at home with the cast of some unknown play. All I know is that it was set in the 20's for we were in 20's garb - the girls wore various bobs and had on stringy sequined flapper dresses and the men wore sweater vests with dress shirts and slicks or pin-stripped suits. And for some reason various piano version songs from the musical "The Boyfriend" were playing in the background from an unknown source.
We were all preparing for I could only assume was a party of sorts. There was some really important person on his way so we were all really excited. Then some problems started developing and they were all due to the imcompetence of the assistant director - a young black guy who looked ike the guy who played one of Eddie Winslow's two friends on "Family Matters". His biggest plunder had to do with the food. He either told the caterer or cook not to come so it resulted in us trying to cook food at the last minute.
Meanwhile, as I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, I bumped into my grandmother and aunt in the den. They were talking about throwing a party and what to cook. My aunt apparently had an entire pig already butchered but didn't know how to prepare it. I jokingly responded that they could cook it underground with hot stones Polynesian-style and they both that it was a wonderful idea (which is funny because in real life they would never agree to such a thing, especially my grandmother).
Then the doorbell rang and in walked a very tall very classically handsome man with wavy blonde hair wearing a tan trenchcoat, white scarf, dress shirt and pin-stripped pants. All of the girls and some of the boys stopped whatever they were doing and swooned over the guy. I didn't seem to interested. Apparently this guy heard about the show and wanted to be in it. He then stopped in his tracks when he saw a girl sitting by herself. She was kind of thin, not beautiful but not plain or ugly. And she was dressed in a simple flapper dress sans sequins and fringe. He went over to her and started talking. The whole interaction was like a melodramatic over-acted romance scene from an old movie - flowery words of love, eyes partly closed, over-acting, violins playing in the background. Then they kissed passionately. For no reason, the cast stopped whatever we were doing, ran to the living room, linked arms and percormed a slow kickline singing "I Could be Happy with You" a la big finale.
Entry 3: Pursuit of Justice... by any means unecessary
I was part of covert investigation team along with Betty White and the mom from "happy days". The investigation team was headed by the leader of "A-team", George Peppard/Hannibal. Our mission was to infiltrate an Asian family run bakery suspected of being an undercover drug smuggling syndicate. We arrived disguised baking goods delivery truck. After a bit of trepidation we were allowed inside. In the kitchen area were metal shelves white powder wrapped in clear plastic. At first glance they appeared to be mere flour however they were actually bags of cocaine and heroin. Unbeknowst to us, the leader of the syndicate, an old shrunken wizened lady, had been alerted that undercover spies was sent to infiltrate the organization and being foreigners in disguises we were immediately suspected. The old matriarch sent her myriad of sons after us with machetes and machine guns. Needless to say we tailed out of there as fast as could. After running about a labyrinth of metal shelves with bags exploding and white powder everywhere, we finally made it out. George Peppard/Hannibal, trade mark cigar in his mouth, was waiting for us in an army truck. No sooner after we drove off into the jungle, the whole building exploded.
In the next scene, Betty, George and I were bicycling in the city in nuns' costumes with white rubber masks on. We arrived at a building and entered thru a back door. Inside what looked like a dressing room, the "Happy Days" mom was waiting for us. She was wearing an orange and yellow vaudeville/Wild West saloon bargirl outfit. Betty and I got out of the nuns' costumes and into similar vaudeville/saloon girl costumes - I was in blue and green and Betty in fuschia and purple. As I was getting into makeup, I starting singing "Everything's Comin Up Roses" and for whatever reason I sounded like Seth Macfarlane. Eventually Betty, "Happy Days" Mom and George (dressed in a white tux and holding a puppet) joined in. After we finished singing, we ran onstange greeted by thunderous applause.
Apparently we were a vaudeville troupe of females (I was in drag disguised as a woman) with George being the only male and this was the cover for our spy group.
In the next scene, Betty, George and I were bicycling in the city in nuns' costumes with white rubber masks on. We arrived at a building and entered thru a back door. Inside what looked like a dressing room, the "Happy Days" mom was waiting for us. She was wearing an orange and yellow vaudeville/Wild West saloon bargirl outfit. Betty and I got out of the nuns' costumes and into similar vaudeville/saloon girl costumes - I was in blue and green and Betty in fuschia and purple. As I was getting into makeup, I starting singing "Everything's Comin Up Roses" and for whatever reason I sounded like Seth Macfarlane. Eventually Betty, "Happy Days" Mom and George (dressed in a white tux and holding a puppet) joined in. After we finished singing, we ran onstange greeted by thunderous applause.
Apparently we were a vaudeville troupe of females (I was in drag disguised as a woman) with George being the only male and this was the cover for our spy group.
Entry 2: In the Name of the Father - Catholic Illusion
I was roaming about the campus of my alma mater university. Out of curiousity I entered the chapel next door. Mass was about to start and I didn't want to be rude so I was about to leave. Then I noticed one of my little brother's sitting in a pew with luggage. As i walked to him, more people came in, all of Creole descent with varying skin complexions. There were lines like at a bank that people were hurrying to get into. Apparently the chapel was selling religious icons, momentos and indulgences which people were rushing to buy.
So I made my over to my brother. Apparently he got dragged to mass by a friend before they took their trip out of town. Before I could say anything, the organ started playing signaling the start of mass. As much as I did not want to stay, I didn't want to be rude and just leave abruptly so I sat down. I noticed that instead of a pastor, there was an old Creole lady at the altar. In a clear and resonating voice, she began making a long speech about how to be "good Catholic". I had long since been disillusioned by Catholicism and cut my ties with the church so needless to say I was very uncomfortable and really wanted to leave. However as this speech continued, my clothes started disappearing until I had nothing on but my underwear. Despite how embarrassed I was there was nothing I could do but sit there sheepfully. Strangely, no one (not even my brother sitting next to me) seemed to notice me.
As I contemplated my unclothed state and strategy for escape, I heard a loud guttural moan. It came from a mentally challenged very dark-skinned black girl. She appeared to be in her late teens but was dressed like a little girl. Her hair was in two short pigtails and she wore white frilly Easter Sunday dress. She was making a lot of noise so the old lady asked for someone to bring her up front. Two older men in black suits practically dragged her to the altar. The old woman helped the girl to her feet, offering her a gentle smile. She placed on one bony hand upon the girl's shoulder and other was raised in the air. Suddenly there was a howl echoing throughout the chapel, like the sound of a tornado or hurricane. No one seemed at alarmed by the sound. All at once, strange shapes began to appear and they swirled around the girl. They started taking demonic forms, like something from medieval pictures of Hell. One by one, old lady conjured more floating constantly changing demons which tore at the frightened girl with airy claws. Meanwhile the old crone berated the girl for misbehaving; she was using nightmarish illusions in order to frighten her into behaving thus being a good Catholic.
So I made my over to my brother. Apparently he got dragged to mass by a friend before they took their trip out of town. Before I could say anything, the organ started playing signaling the start of mass. As much as I did not want to stay, I didn't want to be rude and just leave abruptly so I sat down. I noticed that instead of a pastor, there was an old Creole lady at the altar. In a clear and resonating voice, she began making a long speech about how to be "good Catholic". I had long since been disillusioned by Catholicism and cut my ties with the church so needless to say I was very uncomfortable and really wanted to leave. However as this speech continued, my clothes started disappearing until I had nothing on but my underwear. Despite how embarrassed I was there was nothing I could do but sit there sheepfully. Strangely, no one (not even my brother sitting next to me) seemed to notice me.
As I contemplated my unclothed state and strategy for escape, I heard a loud guttural moan. It came from a mentally challenged very dark-skinned black girl. She appeared to be in her late teens but was dressed like a little girl. Her hair was in two short pigtails and she wore white frilly Easter Sunday dress. She was making a lot of noise so the old lady asked for someone to bring her up front. Two older men in black suits practically dragged her to the altar. The old woman helped the girl to her feet, offering her a gentle smile. She placed on one bony hand upon the girl's shoulder and other was raised in the air. Suddenly there was a howl echoing throughout the chapel, like the sound of a tornado or hurricane. No one seemed at alarmed by the sound. All at once, strange shapes began to appear and they swirled around the girl. They started taking demonic forms, like something from medieval pictures of Hell. One by one, old lady conjured more floating constantly changing demons which tore at the frightened girl with airy claws. Meanwhile the old crone berated the girl for misbehaving; she was using nightmarish illusions in order to frighten her into behaving thus being a good Catholic.
Entry 1 : (First Dream of 2011) In the Grip of Guilt, Beguiled to Sin by Cuteness
I was taking a gingerly stroll thru my old neighborhood when I stopped in front of my old apartment. As I was reminiscing I came upon a strange creature sitting on the steps. It appeared simply a completely white ball of fluff but on further investigation the creature turned out to be an adorable hybird rabbit, cat and dog. Its face was mostly feline though it had the jowls of a dog with long dropping ears like a rabbit or basset hound. It had the front legs of a dog but back legs of a rabbit which were all almost unseen under its fluff. It walked about like a dog yet occassionally it would hop about in small little burst.
This little creature was the epitome of all things adorable; I simply couldn't take my eyes of it. I had to pet it! I lowered my hand slowly so it could sniff my fingers thus indentifying me as not a threat. After a few sniffs, this creature nudged its head against my hand. The sensation gave me chills; its fur was the softest thing in all creature, almost feather like. Feeling more bold, I picked it up and held in my arms. It gently laid his head against my chest. That action did, I had to keep this animal. It didn't have a collar or tag so I assumed it didn't belong to anyone. I noticed I was under scrutiny by the watchful eyes of the neighbors, old black woman renowned for the nosiness. Nonchalantly I walked away slowly and once I was out of sight of the neighbors, I took off running.
Somehow I managed to arrive at my uncle's house. I showed him the creature and without saying a word offered me a leash for it. After playing with it in the background, my uncle announced that he was heading over to my grandmother's house for she was throwing a get-together. I hopped in his van with the creature asleep in my lap. On the ride, I pondered my course of actions; my gradmother had a fierce no animal in the house rule after her last pet, Precious the poodle was put to sleep. She would never permit to bring this animal into the house despite how adorable it was.
Once we arrived, I moreorless stayed with the animal in the backyard, letting it hop about with the leash. Everyone inside was wondering why I remained outside. As I watch the creature hop to and fro, I was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. This creature had to have belonged to someone and it must have been missed. Moreover I stole something; I never stole anything of this magnitude before. There was only one thing to do - I had to return it. But how? I couldn't ride the bus with it. I couldn't ask one of my family members for a ride for they would want to know why and I'd have to disclose my secret.
For some reason, a classmate of mine from high school was in attendance. I explained the situation and practically begged her for a ride to old apartment so I could return the favor. At first she gave a lame excuse that she didn't want animals in her car. However after much pleading and a glimpse of the creature, she caved in. I placed the creature in a backpack, hopped in the passenger seat and we both made our way to my old apartment.
* as is almost always the case, I awoke before I knew the outcome of the dream. I can only assume that I made to the apartment and let the creature go.
This little creature was the epitome of all things adorable; I simply couldn't take my eyes of it. I had to pet it! I lowered my hand slowly so it could sniff my fingers thus indentifying me as not a threat. After a few sniffs, this creature nudged its head against my hand. The sensation gave me chills; its fur was the softest thing in all creature, almost feather like. Feeling more bold, I picked it up and held in my arms. It gently laid his head against my chest. That action did, I had to keep this animal. It didn't have a collar or tag so I assumed it didn't belong to anyone. I noticed I was under scrutiny by the watchful eyes of the neighbors, old black woman renowned for the nosiness. Nonchalantly I walked away slowly and once I was out of sight of the neighbors, I took off running.
Somehow I managed to arrive at my uncle's house. I showed him the creature and without saying a word offered me a leash for it. After playing with it in the background, my uncle announced that he was heading over to my grandmother's house for she was throwing a get-together. I hopped in his van with the creature asleep in my lap. On the ride, I pondered my course of actions; my gradmother had a fierce no animal in the house rule after her last pet, Precious the poodle was put to sleep. She would never permit to bring this animal into the house despite how adorable it was.
Once we arrived, I moreorless stayed with the animal in the backyard, letting it hop about with the leash. Everyone inside was wondering why I remained outside. As I watch the creature hop to and fro, I was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. This creature had to have belonged to someone and it must have been missed. Moreover I stole something; I never stole anything of this magnitude before. There was only one thing to do - I had to return it. But how? I couldn't ride the bus with it. I couldn't ask one of my family members for a ride for they would want to know why and I'd have to disclose my secret.
For some reason, a classmate of mine from high school was in attendance. I explained the situation and practically begged her for a ride to old apartment so I could return the favor. At first she gave a lame excuse that she didn't want animals in her car. However after much pleading and a glimpse of the creature, she caved in. I placed the creature in a backpack, hopped in the passenger seat and we both made our way to my old apartment.
* as is almost always the case, I awoke before I knew the outcome of the dream. I can only assume that I made to the apartment and let the creature go.
Welcome
This blog is dedicated to documenting the series of bizarre and surreal dreams that I am subject to. Normally I can interpret dreams, whether they be my own or others. However, especially these past couple of years, I receive dreams that are beyond interpreting and if in the off chance I actually remember them, I have to jot them down just for the sake of amusement. Thus this blog was created just for that purpose.
As for the title... Oneiroi?
The Oneiroi were the gods of dreams in Greek mythology. The most famous of these deities was Morpheus; in antiquity he was the god of dreams that dealt with various interactions with people. Morpheus had two lesser known brothers; one was Icelus or Phobetor, the god of nightmares (or succintly dreams conjuring images of scary beasts) and the other Phantasmos, the god of fantasies (mainly where inanimate objects came to life)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneiroi
Because the dreams chronicled in this dream are not your run of the mill ordinary dreams but rather are more surreal and unexplainable, I thought it apropos to dedicate this blog to those black-winged deities of nocturnal whimsy.
As for the title... Oneiroi?
The Oneiroi were the gods of dreams in Greek mythology. The most famous of these deities was Morpheus; in antiquity he was the god of dreams that dealt with various interactions with people. Morpheus had two lesser known brothers; one was Icelus or Phobetor, the god of nightmares (or succintly dreams conjuring images of scary beasts) and the other Phantasmos, the god of fantasies (mainly where inanimate objects came to life)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneiroi
Because the dreams chronicled in this dream are not your run of the mill ordinary dreams but rather are more surreal and unexplainable, I thought it apropos to dedicate this blog to those black-winged deities of nocturnal whimsy.
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