June 10th, 2002

Photo - leaves

dreams. twice.

(anyone who's not reading this through their friends list/someone else's friends list, yes, i've had a slight change of layout. the other one was interesting, but really, really frelling irritating when i get comments on longer posts, because the main entry boxes get squashed. and i've also just discovered that brinkster is another place that doesn't allow remote loading of pictures. so i'll just have to keep refreshing my account at clubphoto.com every 3 months. ah well, i can cope with this...)

anyway.

apparently, going to bed between the hours of 5.00 and 6.00 plays havoc with one's subconscious. now, i admit i have very odd dreams at the best of times. but they don't usually have this much of a freaking out effect on me...

if i can actually manage to put these into words (and, in fact, remember them), i'll be amazed...

1) from satruday night/sunday morning:
first of all, i was with, i think, my mother. we were at what i now recognise as the american adventure theme park, which, not only have we not been to since the accident on the way there in 1996 (i think), but, as anyone who's been will know, has a large helter skelter slide in the shape of a giant snake (again, i think). so. there was indeed a large helter skelter slide, but whether it was snake-shaped, i couldn't tell you. the slide had two methods by which one could get to the top - a staircase up the middle, as expected, or a lift.

first attempt - we use the stairs and slide down. no problem. second attempt - we use the lift. this is when it starts getting decidedly... well... weird.

the lift, it transpires, leads to another helter skelter, one which has been around since about 1935. it's an old dilapidated thing that nobody's used since the sixties or possibly earlier than that. it's made of brick, and the mortar is all cracked with little bits of grass growing through it. it's only about two bricks wide. for some reason we decide to slide down it and my mother is now my grandmother, or some elderly aunt (and if so, not one i know), but she's not my mother now, and she's telling me all about this thing and how it used to be popular with the local children. this is when i realise i'm not in kansas any more... sorry. american adventure... sorry...

for some unknown reason i'm wearing my school uniform (the old design with the skirts nobody could move in), thus making the sliding down damn near impossible. it's also not actually helter skelter shaped, it's just long and windy and very not slidey in any way. but i manage to slide down it. and the strange grandmother/auntish person behind me is, of course, an absolute pro because she spent her childhood days sliding down the thing, and she keeps telling me to hurry up.

the slide, or, for want of a better word, long row of very uncomfortable crumbling bricks, is surrounded on all sides by overgrown grass and weeds and, at one point near the bottom, a canal. (this, of course, being the time i nearly fall off the thing and end up in the water.) it actually resembles the canals in netherton, but worse - run down and not maintained at all. somewhere on the way down, we decide it would have been easier for me if i'd used a mat (remember, kids? you had to use a mat on the helter skelter...)

at the bottom of the thing... i can't remember. there's a blur, then, suddenly, i'm in a big city with a friend. no idea who, though. but the city is identified (probably wrongly because it looks more like new york) as LA (that'd be SB coming to haunt me.) then again, since i've never been anywhere in america, i wouldn't know. anyway, we're trying to figure out, via the use of roadsigns and what little i know about US geography, how far it would be to walk to seattle. i'm probably correct in assuming that it's a frelling long way...

and that's pretty much it. but it was tres bizarre indeed. the image of the strange brick slide keeps coming back to me. freaky.


the second part of the dream was a little more normal, but also very strange. by my standards it was normal... i'd moved into my new halls, and was attempting to figure out how to use the washing machines because they were different. and rebecca lahert was there from school and she was being all aloof and holier-than-thou... and then later on, i appeared to share classes with debbie (also from school) and we were on our way and met hamira (her friend) in the corridor, and it turned out i'd been in a film with johnny depp...

don't ask me, i have no idea!

2) last night/this morning
this one was just as bizarre.

i'm in a hotel in some country somewhere, but i have no idea where, and lots of my friends are there. at the start, i remember rachel, definitely, and possibly stephen, although i'm not sure. anyway.

we're all in a room. there is flour or chalk dust on the floor, and we're having a chair race. this entails one person sitting in the chair (and they're just your usual, common or garden dinner chairs, no wheels, nothing, just wooden chairs) and another person pushing as hard as they can to see how far they can slide it. due to the slippery floor, most of them reach the far wall. the person who wins is then accused of not going in a straight line - they use the marks in the floor dust to prove this fact.

then more people turned up for the same gathering, or whatever it was, that we were there for. one of them is salma, another is tina, neither of whom i've seen for about two years. salma, for some reason (and this is just weird because she was never the most forthcoming person about her inner secrets) has something very, very important to tell me. whenever she tries to, however, someone keeps interrupting us. i never do find out what she was going to tell me.

at one point, while walking along the upstairs corridor past her room (the door's open), i see the moon. this wouldn't usually be anything particularly odd. however. imagine a sunset, where the sun is half-set and semi circular. imagine it also being one of those absolutely huge ones where it seems to fill the entire horizon. now make the sky black and the sun bright white, and you have the moon as i saw it in my dream. this is quite freaky enough, without it moving through the sky (or, i suppose, around the earth) at about 40 miles per hour to the naked eye. basically, as soon as i stand still to look at it through her window, it's moved on past the window...

everyone else has spotted it, and we're all outside now chasing it around the building. it shows no signs of letting up. this is obviously some kind of odd new phenomenon. on a whim, i check the calendar to see if it's actually meant to be a moon day - it is - it's also supposed to be a half moon, which is just as well. if the moon was full at that size, it would probably swamp the frelling sky...

oh yes! i just remembered something else... there was a part that was set one morning and we were all going downstairs en masse to get breakfast, post, etc (apparently we were going to be there for a while) and for some reason, irish steve (or "that strange irish person" as he got known) from halls last year was there as well...

the novelty of this wears off after a while when a bunch of people spot a UFO. we all run to a front bedroom to stare at it. there's lots of planes going across the sky as this is a holiday resort so it's tricky. at first i can't see it. i'm also incredibly hyper for no apparent reason. police arrive, thus proving this is no joke (although quite what they're planning to do escapes me). i manage to see it... and it turns out to be an airship, rather like the hindenberg but much smaller, on fire... as it slowly incinerates, everyone loses interest...

that was more or less it. i also have a vague recollection of gemma being there... and her writing me a letter wanting to be friends again. but i woke up soon after that, so i never actually read the letter... possibly this is symbolic ;)


so. my dreams. i think, for this reason if nothing else, i'm going to try and get my sleeping back on track!


oh! final note. i just watched a shortened version of an episode of "open house with gloria hunniford" that had andrew lloyd webber as the guest, along with don black (one of the lyricists he's worked with) and gillian lynne (choreographer of "cats" and POTO and, i think, most of the others, too.) he talked briefly about how he got started, writing joseph for a school production back in the seventies with trevor nunn, and about "cats"... but no mention of why he closed it...

he also talked about his latest production, "bombay dreams". i had no idea this was his. i probably should have guessed, though, since it's advertised on the RUG site... d'oh. my suspicion is that he needed a theatre for "bombay dreams". specifically, he probably needed new london theatre with it's revolving stage. hence, "cats" gets kicked out.

in that case, i hope the damn thing flops :P

all right, i don't. i'm just still bitter about it... however, if it's not staged there (although i really suspect it is. a quick trip to ticketmaster would tell me) "sunset boulevard", if it ever returns to the west end, would be fantastic with that revolving stage... especially with the staircase... wow... *grin*

i apologise for the long post... didn't intend to ramble. also didn't realise how long those dreams were ;)