Oddly Sexy Dreams
Dec. 12th, 2007 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillAnother one of those two-step dreams where part a morphs into part b via dream logic.
Part A was about two things: The monster in my closet, and the vast that it liked to eat peas. Peas. To the point that it had organized a colony of birds (I think it was starlings, or maybe swallows) to steal them from the Tree. This was a Bad Thing, although I'm not sure why. I mean, the Tree was making the peas for the birds to eat. The birds were instead feeding them to the monster, or hoarding them. I'm not sure what they were eating, and I'm sure that isn't the point.
The monster in my closet was big, black, fungus like, an vinegar slowed but did not halt its growth. Also, for some reason, the vinegar allowed it to stop oozing and hold it's shape for a while. I know this because I dumped the remains of my apple cider on it . . .
Anyway, so there was this thing where the scientists were wondering where the peas were going, and about that time the dream moved on to Part B.
Part B involved my boyfriend, and the fact that the monster was put-out with the fact I wouldn't date it. Which, y'know. Suddenly it was me and BF and scientists vs. monster. We defeat it with the Power of Love. Or it wanders off. One of the two. There were a number of hazlenut tortes, or truffle omelets, and a Very Pink Bedroom. Like, nauseatingly pink. I kind of didn't get that, and I'd never sleep in the sheer number of ruffles and stuffed animules. This was Not A Tan Bedroom. Then again, we weren't really sleeping and the pink and ruffles kind of dissolved as the dream went on.
It was a good dream. And then I woke up, and was rested.
I know for a fact that the dream took less than forty minutes, because it was forty-minute catnap and it take more than four seconds to get to REM sleep. Interesting thing, dreamtime.
Lacha, I have a Very Embarrassing Question to ask.
Part A was about two things: The monster in my closet, and the vast that it liked to eat peas. Peas. To the point that it had organized a colony of birds (I think it was starlings, or maybe swallows) to steal them from the Tree. This was a Bad Thing, although I'm not sure why. I mean, the Tree was making the peas for the birds to eat. The birds were instead feeding them to the monster, or hoarding them. I'm not sure what they were eating, and I'm sure that isn't the point.
The monster in my closet was big, black, fungus like, an vinegar slowed but did not halt its growth. Also, for some reason, the vinegar allowed it to stop oozing and hold it's shape for a while. I know this because I dumped the remains of my apple cider on it . . .
Anyway, so there was this thing where the scientists were wondering where the peas were going, and about that time the dream moved on to Part B.
Part B involved my boyfriend, and the fact that the monster was put-out with the fact I wouldn't date it. Which, y'know. Suddenly it was me and BF and scientists vs. monster. We defeat it with the Power of Love. Or it wanders off. One of the two. There were a number of hazlenut tortes, or truffle omelets, and a Very Pink Bedroom. Like, nauseatingly pink. I kind of didn't get that, and I'd never sleep in the sheer number of ruffles and stuffed animules. This was Not A Tan Bedroom. Then again, we weren't really sleeping and the pink and ruffles kind of dissolved as the dream went on.
It was a good dream. And then I woke up, and was rested.
I know for a fact that the dream took less than forty minutes, because it was forty-minute catnap and it take more than four seconds to get to REM sleep. Interesting thing, dreamtime.
Lacha, I have a Very Embarrassing Question to ask.
