Dream fragments 1/19

[uberreiniger]

Fragments of dreams. These were dissipating even as I woke up but I held on to what I could.

-Walking at night under a railroad trestle with a former LJ friend whom I haven't spoke to in about two years and whom I've never met and her boyfriend. I was carrying a can of motor oil. Everyone was apparently supposed to bring a can. The woman and the boyfriend were arguing because he had brought a bunch of extra cans. She was insisting that everyone was supposed to bring theirs so extras weren't necessary. He was saying that he knew a bunch of people were going to forget theirs so that's why he brought extra.

-I was a man working in some kind of office. It looked like the store I work in, but laid out as an office. I was hearing this character's biography in my mind about how he attended some cabaret-style event every Friday and planned to do so for the rest of his life.

-Alternating "shots" of the trainyard and the office, hearing the man's thoughts about gay rights or wondering if he might be gay. At one point in the trainyard I was me again, walking with the woman and I asked her how her boyfriend was.

-Shot of a 80's video game cabinet scene. On it was playing a game similar to Centipede. This was juxtaposed with the sound of a woman singing what sounded like a jingle for a girl's toy commercial. I only remember the words "...and have a lovely tea time!"

This is the second time in a week I have dreamed about centipedes in some form.

Comments

[para-xylene.livejournal.com]

Centipedes... On one hand, you may be having some kind of problem with your intestines. (trains can be intestine-type dreams, too) Having any digestive issues? On the other, what kind of vibe did you get from the centipedes and trains? If this part IS a dream influenced by your body, the oil might be a clue, too.

I love all these fragments. I had fragmented dreams last night too.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Far as I know all my trains are all running on schedule :) The train yard was spooky the way any kind of empty industrial area after dark is bound to be, but since I was with people I didn't feel particularly scared; more like I was out enjoying a pleasant evening even though I didn't fully understand why I was out there.

The centipede game itself I didn't really respond to one way or another. I was more interested in the singing, trying to figure out where it was coming from and what they were talking about. The game was "background visuals" if that makes any sense.

[para-xylene.livejournal.com]

Well, as long as the trains aren't like, you know, violently ahead of schedule or running off the tracks. ;>

Oil cans and spooky rail yards... I like the ambiance of these dreams of yours. I'm an ambiance/scenery whore.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

The area vaguely resembled a partially abandoned metal processing plant I used to work security at. There were rail trestles set up running directly through the yard so stuff could be directly loaded on/off trains. But I haven't seen or thought of that place in years.

A lot of my dream environments are based off places I've been. It's interesting how they can turn up years later with no provocation.

Glad you enjoy my dream posts. I'll keep sharing them as I have them.