This morning, I dreamed I was in a surreal and futuristic house or building, lots of white and black like something one might have seen on The Avengers (black and white years). I think I must have been on a rescue mission. There were a lot of dead ends and crawl spaces that would change size, and I never knew from one moment to the next whether I would fit through them. At any moment they could seal me in front and back (reminds me of my MRI experience), and the thought made me panicky — especially since it seemed at several points I was lost in a maze. And I passed a cavernous area from which a voice said, “There are seven.” Then it said later, “There are nine, but only seven have voices.” It seemed to be both helping and confounding me.
Monthly Archives: February 2004
Dream: Bewitched, cursed, and flayed
I don’t know the order in which this happened, or even if it was one dream or two.
I was in an urban apartment with skyscrapers all around before first light. It was peaceful outside. There were a handful of people in the apartment, only one of whom I remember specifically. We were watching a somewhat violent scifi movie when we heard a mechanical noise, like that of aircraft. Then we saw black witch-like figures flying by the window. At first, I was sure they were some kind of contrivance behind pulled by airplanes, but that makes no sense because of the density of the skyscrapers. Then we realised teeny versions had infiltrated the apartment and were flying or fluttering around.
My cell phone (never on in the mornings) chirped, and it was a man who should not have my cell phone number unless he’d gone out of his way to find it. I’d dealt with him last week, and I thought that was the end of it. He called twice, trying to get me to listen to his ideas, etc. I felt like I was being stalked.
Suddenly a girl from the movie on TV materialised in the apartment, lying on the floor dead. Someone in the group reached over and rubbed some of the blood on her sweater on me, and from then I knew I was cursed.
I was trying to escape a mansion or a hotel, but like a celebrity, crowds were trying to get to me (although for a different reason, I think). A companion and I snuck out a side door, which led to more and more doors. Finally we came upon our car, but there was a motorcycle there, too. I asked him if he could drive it since no one would think to look for us on a motorcycle. He said yes. I had visions of falling and sliding on asphalt and my legs being instantly flayed.