This was a dream I had last night:
The first part I remember was being at school - college or high school, that didn't look familiar. I was an enrolled student but I'd missed a bunch of classes and could not remember the order of my classes/ where I was supposed to be. I was anxious. I didn't know whether to go to the administration office and ask for help or to just leave. I felt that I would be berated for forgetting - so I left.
Then, I was supposedly on vacation with my mom, but later in the dream I was calling my mom (who has travelled quite a bit by herself in real life) who was telling me about the places I should check out. I was supposedly near the Rockies - the plane went over and landed near the Rockies but I wasn't on it. I watched my plane land in my destination while I was already there. In someplace like Jasper, but it was in Saskatchewan (yes, I know)... And this made sense in my dream for some reason.
She tells me I need to go to a department store. It looks like a bargain basement store in places, like the Army and Navy in the downtown east side of Vancouver...and in other places it is an English department store like Marks and Spencers...but more posh. They sold silk Jackie O style dresses, and scarves - in £, but not very expensive, all laid out beautifully on glass shelving, and I was impressed by this. Then, I was in the bargain basement again, and a man walks by and hands me a paper bag with a pair of wing tipped leather and tweed men's shoes, and keeps walking. Inside one of the shoes is a bag of weed.
Then, I am in a motel room on the ground floor, street level, which was also an air bnb apartment. I was disappointed because there were other people staying there. It wasn't my own place. I decided to smoke some weed which the others were very interested in, and not much else. I'm sitting at a table.
The table I'm at is now in a bar/ pub on the second floor overlooking a street that looks like Chinatown somewhere. There is a festival/ Mardi Gras thing going on. Tourists everywhere. Mötley Crüe is playing in the bar (yes, I know). I have to take a picture. No one will believe this. From the balcony patio of this pub I have a view of the patio balcony of a bar across the street. Iggy Pop and Lou Reed are playing there. I have to get a photo, no one will ever believe this. The scene on the street is dickonsonian/ dystopian even though it's supposed to be "fun". There are vultures circling over the street in perfect formation like its part of the festivities. On the balcony there is a grizzly bear statue. It "comes alive" and roars at me. I run out of the bar to the elevator (which looks the same as the elevator to a real restaurant on Robson Street in Vancouver), like the real one - this one smells like urine. I am expecting the walls to start moving or something but nothing happens.
I'm on the street. I have a dog and I love this dog. It's a beautiful grey lab (which I don't think exists in reality) with a shiny coat and a puppy face. Suddenly it growls, shows its teeth and bites my hand. I shake it off and push it away. It gets scared and runs into the street and gets hit by a bus. People are mad at me. There are a group of bikers shouting. Gunshots go off somewhere, and I run (I do not have a walker and can run in this dream)...I'm in a very old "mall" / bunch of hallways/ tunnels that seem underground but they are accessible from the street - something you might find in a on old Chinatown somewhere. It's neither indoor or outdoor. There are prostitues there who look like 50's pin ups in old fashioned underwear and garters, some wearing silk kimonos. A couple of them are sitting despondent on cots or mattresses in the hallway. There are sand which board signs offering "massage services". There are a couple of older men walking through. I am freaking out, telling one of the women what's happening and she is very nonchalant, like this is not uncommon. She points to me to somewhere she thinks I will be safe. I leave there.
Now I am in a small store that sells silk bedding and fine garments. I am hiding under the window beside a bed in the display window. Nobody else is there. I'm on my phone on WC2 arguing with @chansen about copyright laws, something to do with the photos I posted of Motley Crüe and Iggy and Lou Reed. He arranges them in one image of multiple tiles - all the photos of my "trip"... the shoes, the bar, the bands, the air bnb, the shoes - and I am arguing that it doesn't make sense, if what I already posted is against copyright protocol, to post that whole collection now - then it dawns on me, as I am hiding in this store, "Why am I arguing with chansen right now? I have bigger concerns going on here." I text the cops and they arrive across the street. In a police van and an undercover Ava'
VW van with images painted all over it. I can't remember what the images were.
Then a well dressed, well connected looking, bohemian style, older woman walks in a side door into the store from what seems like one of the previous hallway. An older man comes in the front door. The woman asks me why I'm there and I told her. I told her what had happened - that I smoked weed - and she asked me if I was sure it wasn't ' other drugs...and lamented about "I don't know what's happened to the neighbourhood." ...then I woke up.
This is one of my more interesting dreams. At some point I knew it was just a dream and it would be okay to let it happen because I was intrigued. I had another weird one last week that I forgotten, so his time I wrote some things down as soon as I woke up.
Anyone else?
The first part I remember was being at school - college or high school, that didn't look familiar. I was an enrolled student but I'd missed a bunch of classes and could not remember the order of my classes/ where I was supposed to be. I was anxious. I didn't know whether to go to the administration office and ask for help or to just leave. I felt that I would be berated for forgetting - so I left.
Then, I was supposedly on vacation with my mom, but later in the dream I was calling my mom (who has travelled quite a bit by herself in real life) who was telling me about the places I should check out. I was supposedly near the Rockies - the plane went over and landed near the Rockies but I wasn't on it. I watched my plane land in my destination while I was already there. In someplace like Jasper, but it was in Saskatchewan (yes, I know)... And this made sense in my dream for some reason.
She tells me I need to go to a department store. It looks like a bargain basement store in places, like the Army and Navy in the downtown east side of Vancouver...and in other places it is an English department store like Marks and Spencers...but more posh. They sold silk Jackie O style dresses, and scarves - in £, but not very expensive, all laid out beautifully on glass shelving, and I was impressed by this. Then, I was in the bargain basement again, and a man walks by and hands me a paper bag with a pair of wing tipped leather and tweed men's shoes, and keeps walking. Inside one of the shoes is a bag of weed.
Then, I am in a motel room on the ground floor, street level, which was also an air bnb apartment. I was disappointed because there were other people staying there. It wasn't my own place. I decided to smoke some weed which the others were very interested in, and not much else. I'm sitting at a table.
The table I'm at is now in a bar/ pub on the second floor overlooking a street that looks like Chinatown somewhere. There is a festival/ Mardi Gras thing going on. Tourists everywhere. Mötley Crüe is playing in the bar (yes, I know). I have to take a picture. No one will believe this. From the balcony patio of this pub I have a view of the patio balcony of a bar across the street. Iggy Pop and Lou Reed are playing there. I have to get a photo, no one will ever believe this. The scene on the street is dickonsonian/ dystopian even though it's supposed to be "fun". There are vultures circling over the street in perfect formation like its part of the festivities. On the balcony there is a grizzly bear statue. It "comes alive" and roars at me. I run out of the bar to the elevator (which looks the same as the elevator to a real restaurant on Robson Street in Vancouver), like the real one - this one smells like urine. I am expecting the walls to start moving or something but nothing happens.
I'm on the street. I have a dog and I love this dog. It's a beautiful grey lab (which I don't think exists in reality) with a shiny coat and a puppy face. Suddenly it growls, shows its teeth and bites my hand. I shake it off and push it away. It gets scared and runs into the street and gets hit by a bus. People are mad at me. There are a group of bikers shouting. Gunshots go off somewhere, and I run (I do not have a walker and can run in this dream)...I'm in a very old "mall" / bunch of hallways/ tunnels that seem underground but they are accessible from the street - something you might find in a on old Chinatown somewhere. It's neither indoor or outdoor. There are prostitues there who look like 50's pin ups in old fashioned underwear and garters, some wearing silk kimonos. A couple of them are sitting despondent on cots or mattresses in the hallway. There are sand which board signs offering "massage services". There are a couple of older men walking through. I am freaking out, telling one of the women what's happening and she is very nonchalant, like this is not uncommon. She points to me to somewhere she thinks I will be safe. I leave there.
Now I am in a small store that sells silk bedding and fine garments. I am hiding under the window beside a bed in the display window. Nobody else is there. I'm on my phone on WC2 arguing with @chansen about copyright laws, something to do with the photos I posted of Motley Crüe and Iggy and Lou Reed. He arranges them in one image of multiple tiles - all the photos of my "trip"... the shoes, the bar, the bands, the air bnb, the shoes - and I am arguing that it doesn't make sense, if what I already posted is against copyright protocol, to post that whole collection now - then it dawns on me, as I am hiding in this store, "Why am I arguing with chansen right now? I have bigger concerns going on here." I text the cops and they arrive across the street. In a police van and an undercover Ava'
VW van with images painted all over it. I can't remember what the images were.
Then a well dressed, well connected looking, bohemian style, older woman walks in a side door into the store from what seems like one of the previous hallway. An older man comes in the front door. The woman asks me why I'm there and I told her. I told her what had happened - that I smoked weed - and she asked me if I was sure it wasn't ' other drugs...and lamented about "I don't know what's happened to the neighbourhood." ...then I woke up.
This is one of my more interesting dreams. At some point I knew it was just a dream and it would be okay to let it happen because I was intrigued. I had another weird one last week that I forgotten, so his time I wrote some things down as soon as I woke up.
Anyone else?