I started writing this dream on August 26, 2013. I woke up and realied I was too tired to record it all right then, and started an audio recording, saying my dream and knowing I would transcribe it later. Unfortunately, my phone broke before I was able to finish typing it up, so this has been sitting in my drafts for months. I think I'll just post what I have so far, and hope that when I find my broken phone again (I seem to have misplaced it...) I can connect through USB and retrieve the rest. Sorry it's written so oddly, for the most part this is exactly how I said it to myself when I was speaking it.
Okay. My dream.
I dreamt... I guess, I was trying to look at things from a different angle, I might have been a photographer of some sort. I was in a building, it was one really big room. And I think it was some sort of sports center, or a rec room or something, and there was a man in there, i didnt recognize him. He was white, he was older than me, he was probably around 30, maybe a little bit older. He had short dark brown hair. It might have been black, i dont know, I just know it was dark. And he was a little scruffy, he hadn't really shaved in a while. I think he actually had brown eyes, although they may have been green. I'm pretty sure they were brown. And he was trying really hard, focusing in on what he was doing. When I woke up I thought that when I remembered back he might have been boxing; like there might have been a boxing ring in the room? But I dont remember anyone else being there, I just remember him.
Like I said I was a photographer, and I was trying to see things from a different angle. And I think I had a camera, although I never actually saw this camera that I had, it was just the view, the viewpoint, of the dream. And it took me all over. It's like I wasn't looking at things from the main perspective. I was looking at an everyday thing, a normal thing, and looking at it from different angles to see things differently. The camera view, it went in close. It didnt just look at his face. It went in underneath him and looked up towards his face. Like, he was sitting down in a chair at one point, and he had his head kinda down a little bit, and he was sweating. And it was just rolling off of him. But the camera view was like laying down on the floor and looking up at his face, and you could see the drops dripping off of his face and down around the camera. And the next thing you know, the camera looks over past him and it looks... I swear I saw a boxing ring in there somewhere but it's like, you know, I can't tell, because the viewpoint was just so different. It really was just trying to show me this normal thing. You know, this lonely, very hard thing, whatever it was he was concentrating really hard on it, he was struggling with it, and it was just looking at it from a different perspective so it looked more exciting, it looked more artistic; it was just different from what it was. I really don't know what he WAS doing, because I just wasnt looking at it in a normal way. He was doing whatever it was he was doing, he was aware that I was watching, he was aware that I was present in the room, but he just kinda shrugged it off. He didnt want me to feel normally, because even he knew that it was pointless. So the camera just went to different places, and i dont remember all of them, but a few of them stick in my mind.
Other than the one from being underneath, there was a point where I could see the view pan out, where I was looking at him from the side. The first time I said I was looking across, it was across his right side, but now it was looking across from his left side, and he was looking to my left, and the view actually zoomed past him and I was looking at the edge of a table-- its a pool table-- and the pockets were like, nets hanging down. Much like the ones on the pool table we have now, but it was a thick woven net that hangs down, and I could just see a whole bunch of pockets and they all had pool balls in them. Well, not all of them, most of them; but the view was just below the edge of the table, so when I looked out the whole viewpoint was nothing but the hanging nets. Some of them, a lot of them, having balls in them. I cant remember what number balls I saw. I want to say i know the 10 ball was there, but... ah, I dont remember. But there were quite a few of them. It took up a lot of my vision. Obviously that's not going to be accurate, because on a pool table there are only 6 pockets and you're going to see the edge of the table no matter how you look at it because you are going to see the legs holding up the table, it was pretty weird how it all fit together, I'm not even sure.
Another view as the camera kept changing, was like one corner pocket hanging down, but it was like there were strings as decoration hanging off of this pocket, and as they went down they were tied to shoes. Just different shoes, like running shoes, tennis shoes, sneakers... obviously nothing fancy. None of them were too old, but they definitely werent new.... they were just a bunch of shoes, and they were just hanging there. And I dont think they were hanging by their laces, I think they were hanging by decorative strings hanging from this corner pocket. There were a lot of them, but again they weren't close together, they were all hanging off of this one little pocket, but they were spread out. I dont know how the camera managed to see some of the things it did, and I'm not sure what normal thing that would have been that it looked at from a different angle, I haven't really had time to think about any of this yet.
So, anyways. The camera changes again, and it keeps changing, just a couple different things here and there. I dont really remember any of the other viewpoints. But I do know that after a while the camera looked as if it was looking through the eyes of a woman-- or myself, I suppose-- but it was like I was working in this room, in this building, and I was a server of some sort i guess, or a waitress or hostess or something. And there was a pool table. Right there by the front there was like a bar... though they didnt sell alcohol or anything, I dont think it was that kind of a bar. But there was a pool table, and it was very very well lit. There was a whole rest of the room in there but I can't remember anything beyond just this pool table. That guy was there, and he was playing pool by himself, just practicing i guess, testing his own skill. He was having somewhat of a hard time with it, but he was having fun, and I could tell because he was smiling, at least for most of it. And when he would walk around the table, he'd get closer to the viewpoint, and he would smile, and he would talk, but i dont even remember his voice, i dont remember what he was saying, I think it was just literally small talk, it was just you know, the comfort of having company there with him. But I remember smiling, I could never see my own face, I just remember I felt that I was smiling. And at some point, maybe I laughed a little bit too. I couldn't hear it ,but I could feel it.
Throughout this whole thing, I dont think I could hear voices at all, but there was music. Like a track being played over it all. There were no words to it, it was just calming, but it was uplifting. It was like one of those little tunes that, it's quiet, it's still upbeat, in a sense, but it's still toned down so that it's not loud, you're not supposed to dance to it, you're just supposed to kick back and relax and just go with things, just that kind of music. It was really nice. and I dont remember what it sounded like either, I just remember that it was really nice. So then, we continue on with this viewpoint for a while, seeing him play pool. But I guess that I was behind this bar thing because every once in a while while I was watching him, as the viewpoint moved to a different angle to watch him from a different pocket or something, I would have to go past a beam, I guess this bar thing had like a beam on either end or something, holding up-- well i dont know what it was holding up-- but it was like a column at the two corners right there, and I remember walking past it, seeing it, so I'm pretty sure that I was behind the bar. And after a while, he put his stick down across the edge of the table and he leaned in over the edge of the bar and he was laughing and he said, and I heard this part, and he said "hey, grab the pizza will ya?" and then he leaned down and he picked up two pizzas. And they were still in the pizza warming cases, you know the ones the delivery guys use to keep the pizzas hot until it gets to you? He had two of those. And he picks them up from behind the bar and he walks out the door. And the view showed me picking up a pizza and I followed him out the door. I dont know where we went. But once we went through the door I really dont remember. I think there was a park, but that's all I remember of that part.
And then it changed, and see, the sad thing is I can't remember if this next part came before or after everything I just said, it was there too. It might have been going on at the exact same time in a different part of my head for all I know. These two dreams didn't have an order to them... I dont think they were connected at all. And I think that's my mind's way of telling me that they are not connected is that feeling that I might have dreamed them at the same time, but in this one me and Mike went into a restaurant. It's hard to describe, I'm not sure what type of restaurant this was supposed to be, it was very small, like a cafe type of thing. You walk in the door and on the left side of the room going down the wall was the kitchen, with the counter in front of it for you to order, and there were barstools lined up along the counter so you could eat there at the bar if you wanted to. And along the right side of the room , it wasnt a very big room, there were tables and chairs, and booths, for people to sit at to eat over there. And we walk into this little place and we're gonna go to the back corner of the room, not all the way in the corner itself but there is a table over that direction, I dont know if we were in a booth or not, but I felt like we were in a spot that should have had a booth.
I was sitting in a normal chair and mike was sitting across from me, it was a very small table. I dont know what type of restaurant it was supposed to be; I remember thinking that it was chinese, but that might have just been based on what I attempted to order, I'm not sure. I dont even know what mike ordered... well, i dont even know what we ordered at all, i dont know what type of food it was supposed to be or if we were already eating or, i have no idea. I do remember that we're sitting at the table and I kept looking over towards the bar, where the guy behind the counter was standing over there, and he was standing in front of a customer sitting on a bar stool. the customer was hispanic, very darker skin, black hair, i think he was wearing a dark blue shirt, you know not too dark, still kinda bright, but definitely a darker blue shirt. And I dont remember what the waiter was wearing or what he looked like, but I had ordered something when we walked in, and I think i wanted something kinda like chinese food-- and i dont know if this is what i ordered or if this is just what the guy brought me-- but i think i had given him a very vague description of what i wanted, and i had probably told him to make it as close as he could, but im not sure what exactly i asked for... but i know that what he brought me was rice, but he had cooked it with egg in it, like fried rice, i dont remember what seasoning he used but it was also like fried rice and then he added shredded cheese to it. Im really not sure what else was in it, but i know for a fact that there was rice and an egg, just like fried rice, and then there was cheese. i dont even know what kind of cheese, i just know it was shredded. It was delicious.
I dont remember the taste of it, but I know that in the dream it was delicious, i loved it. I remember I kept looking over at the counter and the guy at the barstool was staring at us. And after a while thats all he was doing was he was just sitting there staring at us. The guy behind the counter, i dont know what he was doing but he kept looking over occasionally too , and i was getting kinda nervous and kinda freaking out a little bit. After a while I told mike that I just had to make them stop, and I remembedr very clearly the long walk across the room. And it's stupid because it was a very small room. Bu tit's like, when you do something that you dont normally, do, like I dont normally get up and go talk to strangers because they are staring at us, I just kinda ignore people, so it was really awkward for me, I could FEEL it just seemed like it was a very long walk, just getting up from my chair, and at that point when i pushed the chair back, i think it was a metal chair, and i remember getting up and walking across the room and the hispanic guy he stared at me the entire time i walked across the room, he stared directly at me, and the knew i was coming towards him, and the waiter looked at me, and i was trying to tell the hispanic guy to stop staring at us. i was asking him what it was he wanted, why he was staring at us, and he just kinda gave that smile, and the waiter guy was like "he doesnt speak english, he doesnt understand" and i was like how can he not understand, i was really annoyed that i had made the effort to go all the way over there and my point wasnt going to get across, i couldnt say whatever it was that i needed to say in any other languages, all i spoke was english and all i knew was that it was really freaking me out and i didnt want him to look at me any more, at us anymore, and i was frustrated because i couldnt get that point across, and i was like whyyyy and the waiter guy was like sorry;, i guess he doesnt speak english, ya know. And I stayed there talking to the waiter guy and he was like what is that you ordered, what is that, that food you're eating? And asking, is that even what you want? wha'ts in it? and i was telling him, and i guess i knew what it was in the dream, but whatever it was i was telling him what it was, and he was like omg im so sorry, is that even acceptable? is that what you wanted? that doesnt even sound like it would be a good combination, im so sorry, and i was like no, this is perfect!
And this is where it stops. One recording short.
No comments:
Post a Comment