dragonlady7

I've been having strange dreams because I keep sleeping in. In the mornings is when I have dreams. WHen my computer was beside my bed, i'd wake up, roll over, and start working. thus, no dreamtime.
now i dream a lot.
usually vividly.
which is unusual.
i just woke up so i'm writing this one down while i remember it.

setting: a fantasy setting
ego: the main character, from my viewpoint, is probably some sort of noblewoman, but is sometimes me (which should not be taken for granted in these things-- I often dream as other people)
background: some kind of repressive political environment.

what happens: Fuzzy. But I remember that a friend of mine was involved in some underground political society. I came upon him attempting to make shoes for fairies, or something (I did read Harry Potter. This may owe some debt to Hermione and S.P.E.W. or whatever it's called). Somehow, one of my shoes (a Teva, I think-- rubber and fabric and velcro sandal) was snatched, and some one of his followers was attempting to deconstruct it so they could reuse the materials. I recovered it, but it was all tangled. Angrily, I presented it to him, telling him to keep his people in line because I didn't have another shoe and couldn't go half-shod.
Good-naturedly, he told me to hand him the shoe and let him 'play with it a bit' and he'd soon have it sorted out.

Unfortunately, I had come in just as they were about to begin a bake sale to support their illicit cause. (Go figure.) They were selling beautiful cheesecakes and the like from refrigerator cases like a deli. It was just as a major event got out and so hordes of people came swarming over, exclaiming at how good everything looked. So, their bake sale was a smashing success.

At the end, I came in to find where my shoe had been deposited. My friend was nowhere in sight. Neither was my shoe.
I grew upset, and berated those remaining, who claimed ignorance. I believe I raised my voice and grew very uncooperative and stubborn. I think I sat on their money in protest and refused to leave unless they located my shoe. I didn't have another shoe, I explained angrily. I had been going half-shod all day and I was damn sick of it. The rest of the shoes I owned were several hundred miles away (I suppose I was a visitor, though how I then knew the city well enough to know its insurgents I couldn't say. Perhaps just because their leader was an old friend of mine, possibly an ex-boyfriend? He wasn't anyone I knew, though there was a vague feeling that he resembled some dude I used to ride the bus with) and I simply had no options but to retrieve that shoe of mine that had been stolen. I was feeling very betrayed by this friend of mine (whoever he was). The political insurgant bakesalers were rather upset with me as well. I suppose they didn't know where my shoe was. Additionally, I suppose this city had no shoe stores. Perhaps shoes were sacred or something. I have no clue.

But, at any rate, an ex of mine (not the kid from the bus. Perhaps he was a replacement for the shoe-stealing backstabbing old friend. He wasn't this character before, but maybe he was now, possibly because I was wondering who the hell this friend of mine was after all...) suddenly showed up and took me aside into some rows of books or something similarly enclosed. (This whole thing was in a rather cluttered and labyrinthine basement, with the bake sale booth in the main thoroughfare.) He wanted to say goodbye to me properly, I suppose. I guess we didn't part well enough in real life, though I know that wasn't the case. (It was an ex with whom I am still friends, but I'm still friends with all of them I think, though the one I know is an idiot and so I don't particularly respect him. Still. I'm not saying which ex this was, because people, this is the Internet.)
So we went aside and he gave me a dollar bill, which struck me as odd. "It's the one you gave to me," he said, indicating I suppose that this was some sort of symbolic evening-out, reckoning, whatever. (Shoes: entirely forgotten at this point.) My brain protested that in real life there had been no exchange of money and what the hell was this anyway? But in the dream he then kissed me, and we kissed for a little while, which was at the time quite vivid. I was aware then that it was a dream, I think, or that reality was not in any set form, because I briefly pondered whether this would bend far enough for me to get it on with this person. But I decided against it-- somehow, even in a dream, it would be unfaithful and unfair to Dave, who suddenly made an appearance in my consciousness, i think because I was starting to wake up. (I might have started to wake up because I was musing on how real and vivid the kiss felt, so I obviously knew that part wasn't real.)
So, I let go of him, and looked at the money he had given me. It was a nice crisp $1 bill, and it stirred absolutely no memories in me. Bizarre, I thought.

Interestingly, although there was some rather vivid imagery surrounding the cheesecakes, including one about scones and blackberries and a sour cream topping that was assembled quite close to my face, I was never tempted to purchase anything from said bake sale, even with my crisp $1 bill.

The dream then faded rather a lot, into some musing on my part about Imrazor and Mithrellas -- two very obscure Tolkien characters, for those of you who are uninitiated, situated at the top of an arcane family tree. (In really obscure Tolkien writings, he explains that Imrahil the Prince of Dol Amroth, who's important in the books and is cut from the movies [in the book he rescues Faramir when he is injured, and runs the city until Sauron is finally defeated], is descended from a man of high Numenorean descent, Imrazor, and an Elf of Nimrodel's company, Mithrellas. She stayed with him long enough to give him two children, and then she disappeared one night and was never heard from again-- probably went back to her people. It's an oddball little legend and doesn't really truly fit in with the rest of canon, but is substantiated in LoTR by Legolas's reaction upon meeting Imrahil. Very obscure, very weird, and I have no idea why I would wake up imagining dialogue between them. Go figure. I'm probably crazy.)
So two obscure Tolkien characters, probably indicating that the earlier fantasy setting was probably my brain's interpretation of Minas Tirith, which would make sense given how much I've read of the books lately. (I haven't watched the movies since January. But I've read a lot of fanfiction since then.)

Anyhow. That was my morning so far. Now I have to go grocery shopping. Yay!! (See last week's post about how much grocery shopping rules.)

Menuplanning kind of sucks, though. I had been meaning to make meat loaf. I bought some of the ingredients. I then didn't, because people were not around on the usual schedule. I was going to make it tonight.
I told Dave's mom I was going shopping and she should write down what she needed.
She wrote a note this morning asking for several things, and it became clear she's intending to make meatloaf.

Ah well. Why not? I'll come up with something else, I guess. Chili?