I normally have weired dreams.
I don't normally get scared or very upset in them.
Many of my dreams are like installments in a story, they are in the same place and are a subject I have dreamed about before.
Some of my dreams are "LUCID" - I know I am dreaming, in the dream but I just go with it.
A few weeks ago I dreamed that I had woken up (from a dream) and that most of my hair had fallen out.
I was not upset with this, while in the dream, I knew that I could own the look so I decided to just get the rest shaved off and move on.
Then when I really woke up, I was still OK with it and the dream had not scared me or made me upset. When I told some friends, they said that they would have been upset and could not understand why I had been fine with it - "But it's your hair!?!?".
Last night, I had a disturbing dream. It was the first disturbing dream I have had in years; I really can't remember the last time I had one and considering that the dream about me losing all my hair did not bother me, this makes me wonder what is really important in my life.
So here it is..
I dreamed that I was at the weaving barn and I went to my (assigned loom).
It was not there, in its spot where it had been for the past 3 years and the entire barn had been rearranged.
I then started to wander the barn and I found a table where the other weavers were ironing scarves and towels. While talking to them I realized this was my loom, it had been partly disassembled and turned into this table, I knew this because I could see the wood plaque with the name "Hermione" on it (yes, my loom has a name, which is also on the bench that goes with it).
At this point I realized, where is the rest of the loom? I found the back beam with all the warp on it leaning against the wall, in a corner; I found the castle with the heddles next to it and YES, the warp had be removed from all the heddles and from the reed. I never did find the reed but I then went around, trying to control my temper, as to WHERE WAS THE WEAVING THAT HAD BEEN ON THE FRONT BEAM, DAMN IT!!!
No one knew where it was.
Then I really started to yell that they should get their stuff off the table that was my loom "look it has the name of the loom on it so it must be mine" and THEY were going to have to reassemble the loom, cause I was not going to do it. And oh, by the way - someone else can rethread the almost 400 heddles so I could start weaving again.
Somehow, during this rant I found the 8 placemats that were still connected; they had been rolled up and put on another table. I then told everyone that I was going to take them home and hem them but knowing in my mind that I would not be back.
I then woke up and thought - "Whew, it was only a dream".
I am relieved.
I don't normally get scared or very upset in them.
Many of my dreams are like installments in a story, they are in the same place and are a subject I have dreamed about before.
Some of my dreams are "LUCID" - I know I am dreaming, in the dream but I just go with it.
A few weeks ago I dreamed that I had woken up (from a dream) and that most of my hair had fallen out.
I was not upset with this, while in the dream, I knew that I could own the look so I decided to just get the rest shaved off and move on.
Then when I really woke up, I was still OK with it and the dream had not scared me or made me upset. When I told some friends, they said that they would have been upset and could not understand why I had been fine with it - "But it's your hair!?!?".
Last night, I had a disturbing dream. It was the first disturbing dream I have had in years; I really can't remember the last time I had one and considering that the dream about me losing all my hair did not bother me, this makes me wonder what is really important in my life.
So here it is..
I dreamed that I was at the weaving barn and I went to my (assigned loom).
It was not there, in its spot where it had been for the past 3 years and the entire barn had been rearranged.
I then started to wander the barn and I found a table where the other weavers were ironing scarves and towels. While talking to them I realized this was my loom, it had been partly disassembled and turned into this table, I knew this because I could see the wood plaque with the name "Hermione" on it (yes, my loom has a name, which is also on the bench that goes with it).
At this point I realized, where is the rest of the loom? I found the back beam with all the warp on it leaning against the wall, in a corner; I found the castle with the heddles next to it and YES, the warp had be removed from all the heddles and from the reed. I never did find the reed but I then went around, trying to control my temper, as to WHERE WAS THE WEAVING THAT HAD BEEN ON THE FRONT BEAM, DAMN IT!!!
No one knew where it was.
Then I really started to yell that they should get their stuff off the table that was my loom "look it has the name of the loom on it so it must be mine" and THEY were going to have to reassemble the loom, cause I was not going to do it. And oh, by the way - someone else can rethread the almost 400 heddles so I could start weaving again.
Somehow, during this rant I found the 8 placemats that were still connected; they had been rolled up and put on another table. I then told everyone that I was going to take them home and hem them but knowing in my mind that I would not be back.
I then woke up and thought - "Whew, it was only a dream".
I am relieved.
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