another dream
Mar. 8th, 2006 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I got out of bed because I wanted to write this one down, but of course once I was up I had half a dozen chores I wanted to take care of first. So we'll see if I remember this one.
I was in Japan (although it bore no resemblance to the actual place). I lived there. I was... maybe I was a tourist, or maybe I was a native. It was difficult to be sure. I wasn't thinking about it.
Interestingly, I think I was an older woman, heavier, dark-haired (possibly Asian?). And one detail I remember is that I had a cellphone, a flip-phone similar but not identical to the one I really have. I remember because at one point I dropped it and the battery came ajar and I had to fix it.
This dream was interesting partly because I plotted it out beforehand. Not with intent, but merely... I witnessed a summary, as a narrator I think, and I remember thinking ah what a fascinating viewpoint for a plot!
But then, there I was in the dream, and I was with a bunch of girlfriends although none of them were distinct. We were in the stairwell of a tall building. Perhaps we were going to, or coming from, a party. I don't remember the event itself. (We might simply have been at work, but in my impression we were fancily dressed-- I know I was in high heels, which I don't normally wear but perhaps the character I was did.) But there was a point where we were all stuck in this stairwell, and very frustrated, trying to get out. Finally we managed to escape through some sort of emergency exit. We were relatively cheerful, until we got outside.
There were two streetcars or subway cars in the street, sitting stopped at an intersection, and both were just burned to the frame, and destroyed. There were people sitting very somberly near them, and we had to pick our wondering way between them, thinking how odd it was that they were destroyed like that, as if they had sponaneously combusted-- because they were very near one another, but had not collided-- and yet nobody was there to deal with the emergency. (There was, however, no sign of any injuries.)
We kept walking and the streets were deserted, and then I remembered the summary I'd witnessed, and that made more details fill in-- buildings here and there had been damaged, with no roofs. I pointed it out to my friends. We were nearly run down by a speeding bus, then, because we, although lifelong city dwellers, were standing carelessly in the street, staring up with our mouths open at all the damage. We collected ourselves, and moved on, and I explained: while we were trapped inside the stairwell, the war had started.
I don't remember any more. It's possible the random link to Japan was inspired by the wilder excesses of my Wikipedia search-- through which, out of curiosity, I discovered that a concubine is simply a woman who lives with a man, unwed-- which makes me one!-- although that usage has fallen out of date. From there I took a side trip through sexual slavery (I don't remember why) and read (squeamishly, I skimmed much of it) about the comfort women. The phrase "comfort women" occurred in the dream, but nothing actually pertaining to them. So I don't really know what possible connection there was.
That's it for now unless I want to whine about how I don't want to go to work, which is pointless, so... off to finish doing laundry.
I was in Japan (although it bore no resemblance to the actual place). I lived there. I was... maybe I was a tourist, or maybe I was a native. It was difficult to be sure. I wasn't thinking about it.
Interestingly, I think I was an older woman, heavier, dark-haired (possibly Asian?). And one detail I remember is that I had a cellphone, a flip-phone similar but not identical to the one I really have. I remember because at one point I dropped it and the battery came ajar and I had to fix it.
This dream was interesting partly because I plotted it out beforehand. Not with intent, but merely... I witnessed a summary, as a narrator I think, and I remember thinking ah what a fascinating viewpoint for a plot!
But then, there I was in the dream, and I was with a bunch of girlfriends although none of them were distinct. We were in the stairwell of a tall building. Perhaps we were going to, or coming from, a party. I don't remember the event itself. (We might simply have been at work, but in my impression we were fancily dressed-- I know I was in high heels, which I don't normally wear but perhaps the character I was did.) But there was a point where we were all stuck in this stairwell, and very frustrated, trying to get out. Finally we managed to escape through some sort of emergency exit. We were relatively cheerful, until we got outside.
There were two streetcars or subway cars in the street, sitting stopped at an intersection, and both were just burned to the frame, and destroyed. There were people sitting very somberly near them, and we had to pick our wondering way between them, thinking how odd it was that they were destroyed like that, as if they had sponaneously combusted-- because they were very near one another, but had not collided-- and yet nobody was there to deal with the emergency. (There was, however, no sign of any injuries.)
We kept walking and the streets were deserted, and then I remembered the summary I'd witnessed, and that made more details fill in-- buildings here and there had been damaged, with no roofs. I pointed it out to my friends. We were nearly run down by a speeding bus, then, because we, although lifelong city dwellers, were standing carelessly in the street, staring up with our mouths open at all the damage. We collected ourselves, and moved on, and I explained: while we were trapped inside the stairwell, the war had started.
I don't remember any more. It's possible the random link to Japan was inspired by the wilder excesses of my Wikipedia search-- through which, out of curiosity, I discovered that a concubine is simply a woman who lives with a man, unwed-- which makes me one!-- although that usage has fallen out of date. From there I took a side trip through sexual slavery (I don't remember why) and read (squeamishly, I skimmed much of it) about the comfort women. The phrase "comfort women" occurred in the dream, but nothing actually pertaining to them. So I don't really know what possible connection there was.
That's it for now unless I want to whine about how I don't want to go to work, which is pointless, so... off to finish doing laundry.
