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2004-03-28 - 8:17 a.m. I try to avoid the dream journaling because an accurate reconstruction of my rambling dreams involves a lot of typing and a lot of ellipses. Most dream reports I've read seem to have a plot imposed on them. Well, the two reports I'll enter today also have plots imposed on them -- mainly because I don't feel like typing the whole wandering stories so I'm just picking up what seems to me to be the main thread in each one. Distractions: Two Mockingbirds performing a courtship chase around the yard. In the first dream we were birding for Great Horned Owls and other species. In the distance we saw a very large incoming. It was a classic witch on a broom but without the broom. Just sort of flying by magic, I suppose. A jumble of other things happened, and I was walking through a forest or a village (which? did I even know for sure at the time?) and I stepped on something and my whole outline lit up and I was paralyzed. I tried to move but I was experiencing dream paralysis and couldn't. Someone told me that I had been electrocuted. "So I'm dead?" I asked. I tried again to break the paralysis, couldn't do it - fairly unusual for me, since I can generally control the action in my dreams if I bother to -- so I woke up. In the second dream I was at some school cafeteria or buffet where some people had been transformed into mindless zombies. I wasn't too perturbed at first. My main concern was that they'd run out of food, or said they had, and just wanted to serve me a few scrawny lettuce scraps. I tried to complain and said I needed protein. My complaints were brushed off. I tried to phone an attorney or a social worker -- anyone to impel the cafeteria to fork over with the food -- when I became more aware that people were being given pills or powder in their food or drink which turned them into zombies. At some point, we were pretty much rounded up and if we didn't pose as zombies, we were going to be either shot or forcefed the pills. I didn't do a very good job of pretending, and I ended up making a break out of the school cafeteria, through the gym, out past the lobby and over the fence. I had relatively little trouble getting over the fence despite the feeble attempt at barbed wire which I evaded through my amazing acrobatic skills which are somehow never evident in real life. Then I discovered that the reason no one else had taken this path to escape was because of a gigantic rather blocky gray beast that immediately gave chase. I threw it some zombie pills that I'd pocketed instead of swallowing and somehow managed to run away. That dream had a sub-plot about raising chickens in it. The chickens were all ages but mostly young ones, with few full-grown hens, and they came in all possible chicken-y colors. One of the pullets had a topknot like J.'s duckling. Mockingbirds still performing... There was another subplot about spotting two alligators -- enormous ones -- in the ocean. I pointed them out and we all watched as one alligator made a break for land but the other alligator caught him anyway by the neck and proceeded to crunch and kill him. Don't ask me where the ocean, or the chicken yard for that matter, fit in with the school cafeteria. Hummingbird Report: Adult male Ruby-Throat, possibly more than one. later I biked for an hour. Not much traffic for a change. The jessamine flowers are gone, the azaleas are in their glory. Mockingbirds chasing crows, crows mobbing something I couldn't see hidden in the trees -- an owl? Back home, my Mockingbird pair is still indulging in their slow motion chase. A male Ruby-Throat sits on the telephone wire, then zips by to take a taste from each feeder. I haven't seen a chickadee today, but I've heard their fuss and their "Sell on Ebay" song.
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