Normally, when I’m dreaming, something in my brain will tell me “this doesn’t make sense; it must be a dream”. But a couple of nights ago, I had a dream about an inflatable house (WTF??) and both of my parents were there (they are both dead), and nothing in this whole scenario tipped me to the idea that it was just a dream. . .
Strange. Very strange.
Speaking of religion I recently had a dream where I seemingly alternated between watching an episdoe of Stargate: SG1 and actually being in the episode. I started out watching end; then become part of it, but was still aware it was a TV show. SG1 gated to a planet which had been settled by Jews. The inhabitants were in the middle of a festival celebrating the defeat of the Goa’uld who once ruled them and mistook the team for Goa’uld themselves. Oh and did I mention the Stargate was in the middle of the synagogue and had a large Star of David behind it.
I dreamt that some kind of carnival came to town, and a man in an emcee jacket toured me around and showed me a machine looking like a large office copier. He pushed some buttons, and it whirred, and then made a loud grinding noise, and out popped the ductwork elbow with one square end and one round end that I had been thinking of.
I wish I was Sunspace, instead. I think short cute plump busty women are absolutely splendid. Maybe he’s already IN heaven and just not acknowledging it??
Apparently the secret guardians of Earth live on Mars and Venus. They start out as normal people, become heros, and eventually ascend to the immortal hero outer space communities.
I’ve been keeping a dream log for a few years now, and there’s strange stuff in there!
Just a couple of days ago: Something about smallish broken pieces, less than a foot wide, of counter-top slab material 1 inch thick, olive-green, black, and dark grey. but radioactive, so I (we?) stacked them way at the top left of the shelves so we’d be OK, it’s far enough away.
Last week: First POV, driving wagon that was holding back to come to the rescue if two riders picking up (something valuable) were attacked by robbers. Saw 4 bad guys riding up fast, then second POV as one of the two riders, planning to fall off and play dead when bad guys started to shoot, worried that b.g. might finish me off before I could counter-attack.
And just to show I don’t change much even in a dream: At some job, manager brought in new employee, told guy “Here’s Bob, the soul of the company.” I brought up one foot to my knee, tapped the sole, and said “Pure leather!” (I don’t think they got it.)
I few nights ago, I dreamed that a coworker came to my office and was complaining about how bad the cardiologist she had just gone to see was. I asked who the cardiologist was and she told me that it was Ruth Bader Ginsburg.