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bookofmirrorsI actually had this dream a few days ago, but ended up having to reboot my computer, and didn't have time to post it until now.
Just a quick rendition, 'cause I don't wanna be late for work, but I don't wanna lose this, either.
A group of us were going back in time, to September 11. Actually, we were going back about a week before then, but our stay was going to include that time. The people who were going with me were almost all old middle school friends, from Warsaw. The leader of the group was Michele Keller, who was a fellow HPC from Illinios. I seemed to picture myself as about 18 in my dream, but with all the life experience I have now. That may have just been a mental thing, though, 'cause Michele was older than I was, and she always acted even older than that. I tend to act younger than I am, so...
Anyway, before the trip happened, we were all thinking the same thing. If someone we had loved was killed at 9-11, then what? We'd obviously have the ability to warn them. Someone went ahead and voiced what we were all thinking, to which Michele replied rather harshly the answer we already knew. "Then we do nothing." We weren't allowed to interfere. Personally, I hadn't lost anyone to 9-11, but even upon waking, it kinda haunts me, the idea of being able to prevent a few lost lives, and not allowed to do so, even knowing someone you love would be lost. A horrible thing.
Anyway, like I said, we went back about a week beforehand. I remember at some point being at the set of the filming of a new Star Trek series. Gates McFadden was there, and she was playing a medical person there, too, but I don't think she was the chief medical officer. It was apparently set back more in the Enterprise time setting, because she was holding up much less sophisticated devices to use on the patients. I found this amusing, since, in my dream, I remembered that Dr. Crusher had disdained the use of such primitive tools. (Although, upon waking, I really don't recall that being the case...) I commented on this to her during a quick break, and she laughed.
I was trying not to be star-struck (I think that's kinda rude, most of the time), but I did try to strike up a little conversation with her at the bar, which was adjacent to the set. She had her head in her hands, and excused herself. Abruptly, but not unkindly. She went over to a grocery shopping area, also adjacent to the set, and started shopping. After a while, I followed her. She apologized for leaving so quickly before, but said that she had just not been able to deal with my husband's energy. I laughed at this, and said that I was sure she meant my ex-husband, and that many people said similar things about him. (In real life, I don't recall this being so. The group of people I was around at the time either weren't sensitive to such things, as I recall, or didn't voice it, that I remember.) I clarified that my ex-husband had been the one with long brown hair sitting at the bar, and that my current husband had been the one with long blonde hair, sitting out in the lounge. She agreed it was my ex-husband she was having difficulty with.
At some other point in the dream, I was actually having sex with Leo, in a bedroom of our old house in Warsaw. I don't know where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blckwngdorcl was, but he wasn't in my mind at all. But I know I had current life experiences, because I was comparing what Leo and I were doing with some stuff walkingbear and I had done. It was a very casual thing, with much small talk during it, and not really a lot of passion, which is very unlike us. My parents were downstairs, and knew just what was going on, and my father even made a joke about it as I was hunting for my clothes later.
In another scene, myself and (I think) Michelle Haines were in a hotel room, and there was some issue about a mirror, or some gum, or something similarly small that she had given me of hers to use, or hold in my purse, or something. There was some significance to the item(s) for her, and even though the whole exchange was very light-hearted, and full of girlish giggling, I knew that getting it back was important to her. I had it, so it was no big deal.
In the last scene, we were all sitting at a table in an outdoor cafe', sipping coffee and whatnot, on the morning of 9-11, before the crashes. We seemed to be in Champaign, and near Illini Tower, where I used to live. In my head, there was this weird juxtaposition, where IT reminded me a lot of the Twin Towers, even to the point that, in my dream, there were sometimes two buildings, whereas in real life, there was only one. The thing we had come back in time to deal with had nothing, strangely enough, to do with what happened to the towers and the pentagon and such, so we had free time during the time it was to happen. We were talking freely about it, not really using specific language, but anyone hearing us would have known something big was gonna go down soon. This one guy at the next table was looking at us kinda strangely now and again.
We kept waiting. I remember thinking how I would actually get to hear about it when it happened this time, since the first time it happened, I'd been working midnights, and had no phone or TV, and hadn't learned about it till about 3:00 in the afternoon, in an IM toblckwngdorcl. We were all on edge. I don't know if, in the dream, the towers actually came down, but it was like that scene was playing over and over in my mind, sometimes so realistically that I wasn't sure if it had happened yet, or not.
I woke up sometime around then.
In other news, I'm currently caught up on LJ, email, and webcomics. Enjoy it while it lasts, folks.
Just a quick rendition, 'cause I don't wanna be late for work, but I don't wanna lose this, either.
A group of us were going back in time, to September 11. Actually, we were going back about a week before then, but our stay was going to include that time. The people who were going with me were almost all old middle school friends, from Warsaw. The leader of the group was Michele Keller, who was a fellow HPC from Illinios. I seemed to picture myself as about 18 in my dream, but with all the life experience I have now. That may have just been a mental thing, though, 'cause Michele was older than I was, and she always acted even older than that. I tend to act younger than I am, so...
Anyway, before the trip happened, we were all thinking the same thing. If someone we had loved was killed at 9-11, then what? We'd obviously have the ability to warn them. Someone went ahead and voiced what we were all thinking, to which Michele replied rather harshly the answer we already knew. "Then we do nothing." We weren't allowed to interfere. Personally, I hadn't lost anyone to 9-11, but even upon waking, it kinda haunts me, the idea of being able to prevent a few lost lives, and not allowed to do so, even knowing someone you love would be lost. A horrible thing.
Anyway, like I said, we went back about a week beforehand. I remember at some point being at the set of the filming of a new Star Trek series. Gates McFadden was there, and she was playing a medical person there, too, but I don't think she was the chief medical officer. It was apparently set back more in the Enterprise time setting, because she was holding up much less sophisticated devices to use on the patients. I found this amusing, since, in my dream, I remembered that Dr. Crusher had disdained the use of such primitive tools. (Although, upon waking, I really don't recall that being the case...) I commented on this to her during a quick break, and she laughed.
I was trying not to be star-struck (I think that's kinda rude, most of the time), but I did try to strike up a little conversation with her at the bar, which was adjacent to the set. She had her head in her hands, and excused herself. Abruptly, but not unkindly. She went over to a grocery shopping area, also adjacent to the set, and started shopping. After a while, I followed her. She apologized for leaving so quickly before, but said that she had just not been able to deal with my husband's energy. I laughed at this, and said that I was sure she meant my ex-husband, and that many people said similar things about him. (In real life, I don't recall this being so. The group of people I was around at the time either weren't sensitive to such things, as I recall, or didn't voice it, that I remember.) I clarified that my ex-husband had been the one with long brown hair sitting at the bar, and that my current husband had been the one with long blonde hair, sitting out in the lounge. She agreed it was my ex-husband she was having difficulty with.
At some other point in the dream, I was actually having sex with Leo, in a bedroom of our old house in Warsaw. I don't know where
blckwngdorcl was, but he wasn't in my mind at all. But I know I had current life experiences, because I was comparing what Leo and I were doing with some stuff walkingbear and I had done. It was a very casual thing, with much small talk during it, and not really a lot of passion, which is very unlike us. My parents were downstairs, and knew just what was going on, and my father even made a joke about it as I was hunting for my clothes later.In another scene, myself and (I think) Michelle Haines were in a hotel room, and there was some issue about a mirror, or some gum, or something similarly small that she had given me of hers to use, or hold in my purse, or something. There was some significance to the item(s) for her, and even though the whole exchange was very light-hearted, and full of girlish giggling, I knew that getting it back was important to her. I had it, so it was no big deal.
In the last scene, we were all sitting at a table in an outdoor cafe', sipping coffee and whatnot, on the morning of 9-11, before the crashes. We seemed to be in Champaign, and near Illini Tower, where I used to live. In my head, there was this weird juxtaposition, where IT reminded me a lot of the Twin Towers, even to the point that, in my dream, there were sometimes two buildings, whereas in real life, there was only one. The thing we had come back in time to deal with had nothing, strangely enough, to do with what happened to the towers and the pentagon and such, so we had free time during the time it was to happen. We were talking freely about it, not really using specific language, but anyone hearing us would have known something big was gonna go down soon. This one guy at the next table was looking at us kinda strangely now and again.
We kept waiting. I remember thinking how I would actually get to hear about it when it happened this time, since the first time it happened, I'd been working midnights, and had no phone or TV, and hadn't learned about it till about 3:00 in the afternoon, in an IM to
blckwngdorcl. We were all on edge. I don't know if, in the dream, the towers actually came down, but it was like that scene was playing over and over in my mind, sometimes so realistically that I wasn't sure if it had happened yet, or not. I woke up sometime around then.
In other news, I'm currently caught up on LJ, email, and webcomics. Enjoy it while it lasts, folks.
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