Later in the dream more people were there besides just ward members. I took a little black boy on the slide with me. (Don't be offended, I'm not racist, that's just the easiest way to describe it.) On one bend of the slide, there was an alligator, which I had seen before when I went down the slide, and I thought it was a real alligator, although it hadn't ever tried to bite me. This time, however, it did bite my hand, and follow us along down the slide, though it didn't bite me hard enough to draw blood. It wasn't until after we were at the bottom of the slide that I realized it was a fake alligator, part of the ride.
Friday, July 30, 2010
The Water-slide and the Alligator
Last night the dream was about a water slide. Not a water park, because there was only one slide. We were having a ward party there, with lots of ward members lined up on the stairs of the tower leading up to the slide. Several of us girls were in mermaid suits - by mermaid suits, I mean these things that you stepped into and pulled up and put your arms through, leaving you looking like you were wearing a long sleeved shirt and had a mermaid tail. We went down the slide in this. Throughout the dream I slowly took off more and more of it, until I was in just a tankini (perfectly normal wear for a water slide), which I kept tying tighter and tighter.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Hotel Utah
In my dream last night, I was living in Salt Lake City. I know I was living in Salt Lake City because 1. it was cold and snowy in the winter and 2. the Hotel Utah was part of it. Now I know that the Hotel Utah is now the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, but in my dream it was still a hotel, as you will see.
In the beginning of my dream, I was walking outside in the cold/snow with a guy I am dating, and our seminary teacher. (I have no idea who the seminary teacher is, but she was our seminary teacher.) We were talking about the seminary class, and the distractions and disruptions that occur there. I felt bad, and hoped that my boyfriend occasionally putting his arm around me in class wasn't one of the distractions, so I asked our seminary teacher if us dating was a distraction, or if anything I did was a distraction. She said, no, I was one of the least distracting things in the class, even with a boyfriend. This made me feel better. I left them outside and entered the Hotel Utah.
Inside was very narrow, with lots of people trying to get rooms at the front desk. Everyone, myself included, was wearing clothes from the late 1800s. I met up with one of my cousins, who was trying to get us a room. I asked him if we would need two rooms, and he said he didn't know, but if there was only one bed in the room I could have it and he'd just sleep on something on the floor. I thought that was very nice of him. I remember walking up a narrow set of stairs to another landing to try and find our room.
Later, for whatever reason that I'm not sure of, we ended up not needing the room. We still decided to eat dinner at the restaurant that is in the hotel. (This restaurant was nothing like the actual restaurants that are now in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building on the top level - everything was still narrow and old fashioned.) I was looking forward to eating a Caesar salad, a real one with anchovies in the dressing. (That's what makes it real, in case you didn't know. And not just in my dream - look it up.) I don't know if I ever got to eat it in the dream.
In the beginning of my dream, I was walking outside in the cold/snow with a guy I am dating, and our seminary teacher. (I have no idea who the seminary teacher is, but she was our seminary teacher.) We were talking about the seminary class, and the distractions and disruptions that occur there. I felt bad, and hoped that my boyfriend occasionally putting his arm around me in class wasn't one of the distractions, so I asked our seminary teacher if us dating was a distraction, or if anything I did was a distraction. She said, no, I was one of the least distracting things in the class, even with a boyfriend. This made me feel better. I left them outside and entered the Hotel Utah.
Inside was very narrow, with lots of people trying to get rooms at the front desk. Everyone, myself included, was wearing clothes from the late 1800s. I met up with one of my cousins, who was trying to get us a room. I asked him if we would need two rooms, and he said he didn't know, but if there was only one bed in the room I could have it and he'd just sleep on something on the floor. I thought that was very nice of him. I remember walking up a narrow set of stairs to another landing to try and find our room.
Later, for whatever reason that I'm not sure of, we ended up not needing the room. We still decided to eat dinner at the restaurant that is in the hotel. (This restaurant was nothing like the actual restaurants that are now in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building on the top level - everything was still narrow and old fashioned.) I was looking forward to eating a Caesar salad, a real one with anchovies in the dressing. (That's what makes it real, in case you didn't know. And not just in my dream - look it up.) I don't know if I ever got to eat it in the dream.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Swimming Pools and City Living
So my dreams were pretty intense last night, and I woke up and tried to keep dwelling on them so that I'd remember them long enough to write here, but still a lot of it has slipped away.
I know at one point there were three swimming pools in my back yard - ok, maybe they weren't all swimming pools, they may have been more like hot tubs, but whatever. One was under the picnic table, like you took the glass table top off and underneath there was water that you could sit in. I'm pretty sure that my siblings and I all had friends over and were trying to be quiet because our parents were upstairs asleep.
Another dream involved my parents discussing the possibility of us moving downtown L.A. for the summer since everyone in the family would be working there, and how expensive that would be, and the burden of living in an apartment as opposed to a house. I was excited, I've lived in small apartments in Chicago and knew we could handle it.
I know at one point there were three swimming pools in my back yard - ok, maybe they weren't all swimming pools, they may have been more like hot tubs, but whatever. One was under the picnic table, like you took the glass table top off and underneath there was water that you could sit in. I'm pretty sure that my siblings and I all had friends over and were trying to be quiet because our parents were upstairs asleep.
Another dream involved my parents discussing the possibility of us moving downtown L.A. for the summer since everyone in the family would be working there, and how expensive that would be, and the burden of living in an apartment as opposed to a house. I was excited, I've lived in small apartments in Chicago and knew we could handle it.
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