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08 January 2005 @ 08:35 am
Freud loves me.  

It starts well. I fell back asleep and dreamed that I was dreaming about Spike and Angel having sex. And then I started to wake up--but only in the dream--and realized very disturbingly that there was an actual man in bed with me and he was molesting me. It was residually pleasurable and then as I woke up more terrifying and grotesque. He sort of carried me over to the door, twisted around him so I couldn't see his face, but when I did he see it, he was smiling. And as I got a good look at him, he left. I ran out after him and found myself in a large crowded department store in a mall, and I kept searching for the guy, looking at everyone's faces.

I'm traumatized and I run into a cop (who reminds me of Te a bit), who says, let's see if we can find him so that you can point him out to me. So we continue to look further into the mall; I keep feeling sure I'll see him, but my grasp of what he looks like is slipping--at first he was a handsome black man, now I'm certain he's an albino with long skinny fingers.

As I'm running along the mall, which is underground and strange, I keep pushing people to check their faces. At one point I open a door in the wall and a handsome guy looks at me and tries to close it, but I shove my way inside. I thought it was a kitchen, but it turns out to be a small lab and there are several foreign scientists of obscure expertise huddled together studying some kind of beakery experiment. I back out and leave.

I run into a strange woman who wants me to find my attacker but only because she can then rightly blame me for wrongly accusing him. Or something like that. The woman and the cop know each other, and the cop goes all pointy-fingered, telling her to back off. I'm bristling, but the cop pulls me away before I can take a swing. I say something provoking and the woman in turn says a bad word and hits the cop by accident.

I leave them and return to searching. It's really the searching that is creepy by extension from what originally happened, but there's no good way to describe why. It's just scary and everything is whirling and meaningless and wrong. I'm like Alice searching for the right door, behind which I know I'll find this guy again, but all the doors that I *can* find are the wrong type or size. He's hiding from me. He's gotten away.

I'm back in the department store, running around in a daze, and a woman is singing and I start to rise off the ground and fling racks of clothing around, and empty hangers, and then all the furniture and people just fade away, leaving a big brown floor, then I rise further and the lighting changes and it's a dark red carpeted floor now far below me, as in a ballroom--it's a circular ballroom, dark everywhere except for the floor below which is lit by footlights I can't see. On the upper balcony where I hover set after set of red drapes enclose the room. I see a man run behind one set; it's the man I'm trying to find. I want to make my way over there; as I'm trying, one set of dark red curtains rises, then another behind it, as if he's going to reveal himself to me.

Then my head started to tingle strangely all over and I told myself: "This is a freakish dream and you need to wake up now." And I did.
The Spikespike21 on January 8th, 2005 05:31 pm (UTC)

tingling head scary!!!!!
Trepkostrepkos on January 8th, 2005 05:41 pm (UTC)
Did you ever get round to reading my attempt at analysing that dream you posted about the photography?
Shall I have a crack at this one?
Anna S.eliade on January 8th, 2005 09:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, you know...I'm afraid I'd take it too seriously, like astrology. I have an impressionable mind. :>) But thank you!
Trepkostrepkos on January 8th, 2005 11:29 pm (UTC)
Fair enough.
No dream analysis, and definitely no astrology coming your way.
lost2mercylost2mercy on January 8th, 2005 05:48 pm (UTC)
Hi, here via kelly_yoyo...

Whoa, have you tried selling your dreams to the movie industry? ;-) But more than anything, I'm jealous of the beginning. Angel and Spike havíng sex... why do _I_ never dream of that...
agartthaagarttha on January 8th, 2005 08:10 pm (UTC)
London Underground
I skimmed through your dream and of course my brain insists on seeing it in the Underground, as underground must have registered somewhere--and now I see you in sterile tunnels and garish lighting walking barefoot through Tottenham Court Road in a night dress, trying to get into the mysterious 'staff only' doors on the platform...

As I may have said before, am truly amazed by your ability to remember your dreams-- not just the content, but its instantaneous appraisal as text...a recognition and interpretation of the dream narrative while it is being played out.
rubywisp: b/a kiss by kamilaarubywisp on January 9th, 2005 05:06 am (UTC)

Dude. I'm a little freaked out.

::pets and cuddles you profusely::
Anna S.: buffy_mooneliade on January 9th, 2005 05:16 am (UTC)
Dude. I'm a little freaked out.

And I didn't even include the part where I was on the cheerleading team with Buffy and we were standing out in the playing field and I was inspecting her naked body all over to see whether she had any mockable flaws. She had very shapely buttocks. *g*
rubywisp: db crotch shotrubywisp on January 9th, 2005 05:19 am (UTC)
Can I be in your dream, too?
Anna S.eliade on January 9th, 2005 05:45 am (UTC)
Let's form a cheer pyramid!
rubywisp: beyonce wheerubywisp on January 9th, 2005 06:22 am (UTC)
Okay! But I get to be on Buffy top.