Early Morning Dreams
Jun. 6th, 2009 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exhilarationIn my dream I was asleep, and I could hear Kevin, my coworker, talking about how he saw a fly, and pulled a knife on it, cut one of its legs off, and flung the leg at the wall. I opened my eyes, and I was in my room at my parents' house, and the conversation that woke me up was in the next room, my sister's room. My bed was in front of the door, like it was for the first part of my life, but my dresser wasn't on the opposite wall - my desk was there, like it (probably) is now, and above the desk, there were pieces of folded up notebook paper attached to the wall in a heart shape, with the point of the heart on the lower left corner of the space so the shape was tilted on its side. In my head I knew these were love letters that I had hung up on the wall in the outline of a heart, and got up and moved closer to them, looking at the crooked handwriting written with unsharpened pencils and the crude little drawings of lightening bolts and arrows and anarchy symbols.
I went into my sister's room and looked out her windows - the windows are high and narrow, just like in my room but mine were blocked by bushes and hers had a view across the yard and street. They're at a height where I can rest my chin on the sill without leaning down, and I did that, and I saw three pairs of children, one on the opposite side of the street and two on our side, facing each other, and they were singing "We Are Siamese" from Disney's Lady and the Tramp and doing some kind of step-dance. I thought, hey, cool, even without me here the neighborhood kids are still doing cool stuff. Then they stopped their little dance and a few other pairs of kids joined them, some of them lining the street and some of them standing in our yard, and they started singing again and doing a choreographed dance, kind of like... a marching band, I guess.
I turned around and looked at the wall next to the closet and saw a giant hole with sawdust coming out of it, and realized that was the conversation I heard earlier - Kevin was explaining to my sister why there was a giant hole in the wall. He caused the hole when he flung the fly leg away. And I thought to myself "I told him I didn't have a clock." In the distance I could hear someone playing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here" from Phantom of the Opera on a pan flute, and went out into the hallway to see where it was coming from.
Then I woke up and thought, damn, another strange early morning dream. And the music I was really hearing was Katy Perry's "you're so gay and you don't even like boys/hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf" song. Which, analyzed, does possibly sound like something from Phantom... except not at all...
I went into my sister's room and looked out her windows - the windows are high and narrow, just like in my room but mine were blocked by bushes and hers had a view across the yard and street. They're at a height where I can rest my chin on the sill without leaning down, and I did that, and I saw three pairs of children, one on the opposite side of the street and two on our side, facing each other, and they were singing "We Are Siamese" from Disney's Lady and the Tramp and doing some kind of step-dance. I thought, hey, cool, even without me here the neighborhood kids are still doing cool stuff. Then they stopped their little dance and a few other pairs of kids joined them, some of them lining the street and some of them standing in our yard, and they started singing again and doing a choreographed dance, kind of like... a marching band, I guess.
I turned around and looked at the wall next to the closet and saw a giant hole with sawdust coming out of it, and realized that was the conversation I heard earlier - Kevin was explaining to my sister why there was a giant hole in the wall. He caused the hole when he flung the fly leg away. And I thought to myself "I told him I didn't have a clock." In the distance I could hear someone playing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here" from Phantom of the Opera on a pan flute, and went out into the hallway to see where it was coming from.
Then I woke up and thought, damn, another strange early morning dream. And the music I was really hearing was Katy Perry's "you're so gay and you don't even like boys/hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf" song. Which, analyzed, does possibly sound like something from Phantom... except not at all...
