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bookofmirrorsI've been nudged again, but not much to say, at least not here. However, I've had a couple of dreams that were pretty detailed, so I thought I'd get them down here.
In last night's dream, I was some sort of nurse-trucker. I was a nurse, as was everyone who worked with me, but we were driving cargo somewhere. The whole dream took place within the Midwest, so it was apparently a short trip. My "cargo" was a bag-like thing, made out of some sort of thin cardboard, like they use for detergent boxes. For all I know, what was inside it was detergent; the size was similar, as well. Like I said, it was shaped like a bag, sealed up, but it looked like it might have been opened a few times. It certainly didn't look pristine and new. The main thing about it was that it had a big picture of a mermaid on the front, and I was, for whatever reason, really attached to it. We started out in the fall, I think, and I remember driving back and forth. I was in my own car, as were all the other nurses making the trip; we all seemed to have the same starting and ending points in the dream, although arriving and departing from them were never part of the dream. However, there were stops we all made; I think there were two. One was nondescript, and I don't remember anything about it other than it was there. The other was this old 2-story house-like thing in the middle of nowhere. The first time I went there, it was the fall, so there was no snow. Apparently, it was my first time there. For whatever reason, everyone stopped here, and got in line and just walked around the house, pushing something like a shopping cart, although I can't recall any contents. The house was known to be haunted, and I was curious about this, this being my first time. It was mostly on the second floor, and I do recall feeling something in the rooms towards the back. But basically, we just pushed these carts around the house, following each other in a long line, through rooms and hallways, all of which were divided like the queues in amusement parks. The downstairs was alternately just one big empty room, divided into those queues, and other times, the same thing, except all our cars were parked around the outside of the room, inside the building. When we made our way through the whole house, we left. It wasn't until I left, that I realized we had apparently left our packages at the door when we first came in. It seemed that no one really cared about getting their own package back; I saw the woman ahead of me take a package just like mine, and it might have even been mine. There was one other mermaid package, and I rushed to get it. One of the other people made some sort of comment, like she was wondering why it mattered what package I left with. Apparently, there was some sort of inside joke about this for people who knew me, because another nurse started to say, with some amusement, "Because it's got..." and I finished with her, laughing, "...a MERMAID ON IT!!!" Anyway, we left here, and went on our way.
Later, we were on another trip. It was winter this time, and snowing. There was an old-timer there, who reminded me of, and may have been, Cynthia Cok, who I went to school with in South Carolina. For the most part, though, I didn't know anybody in the dream. Anyway, we had reached the point in the trip where we all stopped at the house. This time, we didn't really go inside the upstairs that I recall, but we did go around the upstairs on an outside sidewalk, which wasn't haunted (or at least as much), but was covered with snow, somewhat worn down by the other nurses with their carts going through it. So, I traversed these with some difficulty, behind the old-timer who'd done this before. The downstairs, this time, didn't have the queue lines; the room was just open and empty, except for some tables. Some of the nurses were wandering aimlessly through the open space with their carts, others were sitting at the tables, eating/drinking. I think there was another room off to the side this time, like a kitchen. There were very few people there, compared to the first time I was there, and the impression I got was that it was a holiday weekend, so there were fewer people, and that's why they took out the partitions this time. It wasn't until I saw all this aimless shuffling that it occured to me to ask, "So, why DO we stop in the middle of nowhere and just walk around this house pushing empty carts?", but no one answered me. I don't think it had occured to anyone else to ask - it was just something that was done, with no apparent purpose, except perhaps as some sort of weird break time. Anyway, this was one of the times that the cars were in the room. I wandered off to the kitchen for a while, and when I came back, most of the cars had been moved from their spots, and people were complaining a bit. Apparently, people were a bit possessive about whatever parking space they had. Apparently, a coroner was there, going through a car that had belonged to one of the trucker-nurses (it actually looked a bit like a hearse, and my impression was that her body was stretched out in the back seat like it would have been if she were in a coffin, although I never saw her. Apparently, that car had been there for a week or two, and they had just now gotten around to connecting that with her being missing. Anyway, they were pulling stuff out of the car. Someone said something to the effect of that some people had offered to take her cargo the day she supposedly left, because apparently there was some risk that day (apparently of freezing to death, which was what happened). They had pulled her out of the car a long time ago, and I didn't see her, but apparently she was also transporting a dog, who had had puppies, a cat, a hamster, and a mouse. These were all in vats of water to thaw them out, and it was sort of surreal to see them floating there, looking somewhat alive, but I determined that the dogs and the cat were actually dead, while the hamster and mouse seemed to be alive. Apparently, they'd been able to stay warm sandwiched between the bodies of the adult dog and cat. Anyway, we apparently were finally able to leave, although I don't remember doing so. What I do remember is being at a house again all the sudden. I actually had the idea it was the same house, although this time, it actually looked like a house; an old farmhouse decorated in antique furniture, kinda tastefully gaudy in that way they decorated back in the day. There was a sense of accomplishment that made me know that everyone had delivered their cargo, and that the job was over. I was walking through the house, and suddenly was delighted to see that one of the nurses was there with a Bible, standing up, and couples were filing past her, stopping in front of her long enough to marry them. This had apparently been her dream, to do this, and all of us were very happy for her. Suddenly, I knew that my friend Frog was here, and I went through the line of couples waiting, and found him there, in a black suit with multi-colored pinstripes. It looked tasteful on him, but still quirky. I can't imagine him wearing it in real life. The top of his hair was pulled back in a ribbon, like a little girl's, and the person he was marrying was dressed identically (sans ribbon), and I'm pretty sure it was a guy. In real life, Frog's not gay; in the dream, it was a source of much pride and delight to me that he'd found someone, and apparently come out of the closet to do so, or something like that. I'm not 100% sure he was marrying a guy. I ran up and was hugging on him and congratulating him, but never really met his partner. That's about where the dream ended.
The night before last, I had a dream that I no longer remember as well. I remember we (my family) were all visting Warsaw (in real life, the rest of my family lives there already), and I somehow ran into John Lee. He was The-Boy-Next-Door while I was growing up. In reality, he lived across the street from me, but the dynamic was the same. I don't remember too many details about the dream, but it seemed we were going to start dating. I told him about some failed relationships I'd had, and I kept having this nagging feeling that there was a successful one that I couldn't put my finger on, but throughout the dream, I couldn't remember the Beastie. John and I never really acknowledged this idea that we might get together in the dream. It was all innuendo and half-spoken things. There was a point where I ran across him in what appeared to be a dorm room, with his roommates. John was looking at porn or something like that, and he started hiding it when I came in, and his roommates were giving him shit about it. I sorta laughed and told him that I didn't care, and tried to explain to him how an open relationship worked. He balked at the use of condoms, and I told him that I didn't like them, either, but they were part of the deal. Anyway, details that I can't remember aside, that was basically the dream; just this idea that I was getting together with the guy I had a crush on in my childhood (we moved from Warsaw when I was 15), but that it was never really spoken, or set in stone. In real life, this "crush" mostly consisted of the usual things - me chasing him across the playground, and being all giggly-girly, while he wanted no part of me. We were the same age, and in many of the same classes, so we saw each other often at school. Plus, we did live across the street from each other. When we were very young, we were practically inseperable; we played house together, rode bikes together, all that stuff. I think it was when Stacey and Sarah moved in next door to him that I started hanging out more with them than him, but just as often, if not more, it was the five of us; John, his brother Scott, Stacey, who was the same age as Scott, Sarah, who was Stacey's sister, and 3 years younger than John and I (Stacey and Scott were 3 years older), and me. I never really got to tell John or Scott goodbye when I left; they simply weren't home at the time. Stacey told me they were sad, though. I saw him once, after I'd moved. Nothing REALLY happened. I honestly don't remember if we even kissed. But I remember it very fondly, and there's something sacred about it in my memory, such that I won't write the details, even here.
I think of him now and again. Googling "John Lee", even adding his middle initial/name and/or birthday, or his last known location, somewhere in Ohio, is just about useless. He hasn't registered on Classmates.com, nor has his brother, who I can't Google either, even though I know he still lives in Warsaw. He, and all the times I spent with him, are a sweet memory, though. I'd love to reconnect with him someday.
Anyway, I'd better get off to work.
In last night's dream, I was some sort of nurse-trucker. I was a nurse, as was everyone who worked with me, but we were driving cargo somewhere. The whole dream took place within the Midwest, so it was apparently a short trip. My "cargo" was a bag-like thing, made out of some sort of thin cardboard, like they use for detergent boxes. For all I know, what was inside it was detergent; the size was similar, as well. Like I said, it was shaped like a bag, sealed up, but it looked like it might have been opened a few times. It certainly didn't look pristine and new. The main thing about it was that it had a big picture of a mermaid on the front, and I was, for whatever reason, really attached to it. We started out in the fall, I think, and I remember driving back and forth. I was in my own car, as were all the other nurses making the trip; we all seemed to have the same starting and ending points in the dream, although arriving and departing from them were never part of the dream. However, there were stops we all made; I think there were two. One was nondescript, and I don't remember anything about it other than it was there. The other was this old 2-story house-like thing in the middle of nowhere. The first time I went there, it was the fall, so there was no snow. Apparently, it was my first time there. For whatever reason, everyone stopped here, and got in line and just walked around the house, pushing something like a shopping cart, although I can't recall any contents. The house was known to be haunted, and I was curious about this, this being my first time. It was mostly on the second floor, and I do recall feeling something in the rooms towards the back. But basically, we just pushed these carts around the house, following each other in a long line, through rooms and hallways, all of which were divided like the queues in amusement parks. The downstairs was alternately just one big empty room, divided into those queues, and other times, the same thing, except all our cars were parked around the outside of the room, inside the building. When we made our way through the whole house, we left. It wasn't until I left, that I realized we had apparently left our packages at the door when we first came in. It seemed that no one really cared about getting their own package back; I saw the woman ahead of me take a package just like mine, and it might have even been mine. There was one other mermaid package, and I rushed to get it. One of the other people made some sort of comment, like she was wondering why it mattered what package I left with. Apparently, there was some sort of inside joke about this for people who knew me, because another nurse started to say, with some amusement, "Because it's got..." and I finished with her, laughing, "...a MERMAID ON IT!!!" Anyway, we left here, and went on our way.
Later, we were on another trip. It was winter this time, and snowing. There was an old-timer there, who reminded me of, and may have been, Cynthia Cok, who I went to school with in South Carolina. For the most part, though, I didn't know anybody in the dream. Anyway, we had reached the point in the trip where we all stopped at the house. This time, we didn't really go inside the upstairs that I recall, but we did go around the upstairs on an outside sidewalk, which wasn't haunted (or at least as much), but was covered with snow, somewhat worn down by the other nurses with their carts going through it. So, I traversed these with some difficulty, behind the old-timer who'd done this before. The downstairs, this time, didn't have the queue lines; the room was just open and empty, except for some tables. Some of the nurses were wandering aimlessly through the open space with their carts, others were sitting at the tables, eating/drinking. I think there was another room off to the side this time, like a kitchen. There were very few people there, compared to the first time I was there, and the impression I got was that it was a holiday weekend, so there were fewer people, and that's why they took out the partitions this time. It wasn't until I saw all this aimless shuffling that it occured to me to ask, "So, why DO we stop in the middle of nowhere and just walk around this house pushing empty carts?", but no one answered me. I don't think it had occured to anyone else to ask - it was just something that was done, with no apparent purpose, except perhaps as some sort of weird break time. Anyway, this was one of the times that the cars were in the room. I wandered off to the kitchen for a while, and when I came back, most of the cars had been moved from their spots, and people were complaining a bit. Apparently, people were a bit possessive about whatever parking space they had. Apparently, a coroner was there, going through a car that had belonged to one of the trucker-nurses (it actually looked a bit like a hearse, and my impression was that her body was stretched out in the back seat like it would have been if she were in a coffin, although I never saw her. Apparently, that car had been there for a week or two, and they had just now gotten around to connecting that with her being missing. Anyway, they were pulling stuff out of the car. Someone said something to the effect of that some people had offered to take her cargo the day she supposedly left, because apparently there was some risk that day (apparently of freezing to death, which was what happened). They had pulled her out of the car a long time ago, and I didn't see her, but apparently she was also transporting a dog, who had had puppies, a cat, a hamster, and a mouse. These were all in vats of water to thaw them out, and it was sort of surreal to see them floating there, looking somewhat alive, but I determined that the dogs and the cat were actually dead, while the hamster and mouse seemed to be alive. Apparently, they'd been able to stay warm sandwiched between the bodies of the adult dog and cat. Anyway, we apparently were finally able to leave, although I don't remember doing so. What I do remember is being at a house again all the sudden. I actually had the idea it was the same house, although this time, it actually looked like a house; an old farmhouse decorated in antique furniture, kinda tastefully gaudy in that way they decorated back in the day. There was a sense of accomplishment that made me know that everyone had delivered their cargo, and that the job was over. I was walking through the house, and suddenly was delighted to see that one of the nurses was there with a Bible, standing up, and couples were filing past her, stopping in front of her long enough to marry them. This had apparently been her dream, to do this, and all of us were very happy for her. Suddenly, I knew that my friend Frog was here, and I went through the line of couples waiting, and found him there, in a black suit with multi-colored pinstripes. It looked tasteful on him, but still quirky. I can't imagine him wearing it in real life. The top of his hair was pulled back in a ribbon, like a little girl's, and the person he was marrying was dressed identically (sans ribbon), and I'm pretty sure it was a guy. In real life, Frog's not gay; in the dream, it was a source of much pride and delight to me that he'd found someone, and apparently come out of the closet to do so, or something like that. I'm not 100% sure he was marrying a guy. I ran up and was hugging on him and congratulating him, but never really met his partner. That's about where the dream ended.
The night before last, I had a dream that I no longer remember as well. I remember we (my family) were all visting Warsaw (in real life, the rest of my family lives there already), and I somehow ran into John Lee. He was The-Boy-Next-Door while I was growing up. In reality, he lived across the street from me, but the dynamic was the same. I don't remember too many details about the dream, but it seemed we were going to start dating. I told him about some failed relationships I'd had, and I kept having this nagging feeling that there was a successful one that I couldn't put my finger on, but throughout the dream, I couldn't remember the Beastie. John and I never really acknowledged this idea that we might get together in the dream. It was all innuendo and half-spoken things. There was a point where I ran across him in what appeared to be a dorm room, with his roommates. John was looking at porn or something like that, and he started hiding it when I came in, and his roommates were giving him shit about it. I sorta laughed and told him that I didn't care, and tried to explain to him how an open relationship worked. He balked at the use of condoms, and I told him that I didn't like them, either, but they were part of the deal. Anyway, details that I can't remember aside, that was basically the dream; just this idea that I was getting together with the guy I had a crush on in my childhood (we moved from Warsaw when I was 15), but that it was never really spoken, or set in stone. In real life, this "crush" mostly consisted of the usual things - me chasing him across the playground, and being all giggly-girly, while he wanted no part of me. We were the same age, and in many of the same classes, so we saw each other often at school. Plus, we did live across the street from each other. When we were very young, we were practically inseperable; we played house together, rode bikes together, all that stuff. I think it was when Stacey and Sarah moved in next door to him that I started hanging out more with them than him, but just as often, if not more, it was the five of us; John, his brother Scott, Stacey, who was the same age as Scott, Sarah, who was Stacey's sister, and 3 years younger than John and I (Stacey and Scott were 3 years older), and me. I never really got to tell John or Scott goodbye when I left; they simply weren't home at the time. Stacey told me they were sad, though. I saw him once, after I'd moved. Nothing REALLY happened. I honestly don't remember if we even kissed. But I remember it very fondly, and there's something sacred about it in my memory, such that I won't write the details, even here.
I think of him now and again. Googling "John Lee", even adding his middle initial/name and/or birthday, or his last known location, somewhere in Ohio, is just about useless. He hasn't registered on Classmates.com, nor has his brother, who I can't Google either, even though I know he still lives in Warsaw. He, and all the times I spent with him, are a sweet memory, though. I'd love to reconnect with him someday.
Anyway, I'd better get off to work.
