"And Lily was being chased by you—I was, like, "ahhh! Ahhhh!"

"I kept running 'round in my bed and a beetle bit me. And then I turned into a beetle and then you walked to me and put one arm around me and another arm around me and snuggled me. And then everyone in the house turned into a beetle."

How did you know I was a beetle?

"I didn't know until I turned into a beetle myself!"

"You snuggled me and then I knew."

"That dream was about you dying and being born again and you broke and Mason said 'ah, I can cook that and we can have it for dinner tonight.' I was, like, 'no no no no no! Something is happening.' And then you formed again."

Lily will be able to defend herself against the beetles.

"Ahh! The beetles are US!"

[Ed. note: until today, I've been carrying this dream in my hip pocket, using it to strengthen myself against the rigors of term's end. Time to share.]

Labels: blake, dreams

Just woke up from a dream in which I was driving. Saw a parade that I wanted to join so I could find Dirk. I pulled over, parked hastily and walked with the parade until it dispersed. Never did find Dirk, and by the time my dad picked me up, I realized that I had lost my car.

Yup, it's summertime: the time of my writing when I have the time, the leisure and the inclination to report on my inscrutable dreams. Aren't we all lucky. At least it's a break from Broken Social Scene fandom—honestly, it's like I've joined a cult.

Today we walked to the library and had lunch at the mall. I think the idea was planted in my head when I was doing some random reading about the city and discovered that those two buildings used to be joined by a tunnel. A tunnel! It's been closed for a number of years due to "safety reasons," which we all know is code for some horrible murderous scandal that's being hushed up at the highest levels of civic government.

What's in that tunnel? The bodies of rival candidates? Poorly-worded street signs that somehow encouraged street racing? Dead remains of sentient monster flowers that are the true reason behind the city's nickname and wait dreaming in R'lyeh (a.k.a. the basement of the City Centre)? I feel like the only thing that will answer my burning question is an irresponsible shenanigan. I'd better time it so that I'll be out of jail when Blake comes home.

Labels: dreams, home town

I had an extraordinarily satisfying dream last night. I don't usually like my dreams; they're not nightmares but they seem filled with the sort of low-grade anxiety and general confusion I have in my waking life (albeit with more bizarre ingredients). I usually wake up feeling cheated: it's my chance to change everything so why can't I be dating Stephen Fry? Or fly around as a bumblebee?

Last night I was on a subway car with a large group of young cool knitters. There were heaps of cool club clothes and incomplete projects all around the car, making me feel at home right away. I complained about this year's winner of the Polaris Prize and they all agreed. I found some cool unfinished objects I didn't remember starting. There were cute guys flirting with me. It was pretty wonderful.

Of course, upon waking I realized that once again, this dream wasn't anything to brag about. Sure, I woke up happy, but how could I explain it to muggles?

So I'm telling you.

Labels: dreams, knit