8/23/05
Dream 1: I am in a home that I do not recognize. As I move through the rooms - sometimes alone, sometimes with others - I am affected by the owner's use of color. Every room is painted in bold colors and my emotions move with the color. The purple room brings feelings of veneration and solemnity. The blue room is tranquil. Whoever decorated this home was not afraid of color. The yellow room, where I spent most of my time, was uplifting. On closer inspection, I noticed that every wall was actually a different shade of yellow and that the shadows in the room were painted onto the walls. I wondered what it would do to your emotions to live in a home that colorful.
Dream 2: I am with a tour group in the Canadian wilderness. We have just arrived in front of a gritty, backwoods homestead. I can see through the hand-made, rough-cut, middle-of-nowhere veneer to the mass-marketed, souvenier-hawking, made-in-china underpinnings. What at first seemed to be a quiet retreat from the constant motion of everyday life was really just another cheap tourist attraction. Between the beams in the log cabin dining hall, I see brightly colored stacks of potato chip wrappers where I had been expecting to see freshly harvested produce.
I stand outside the camp and watch the tour guides, all dressed alike in their buckskin vests and blue jeans with leather top hats, lead tourists out into the woods. I see the trained "wild" horses wandering around. One of the horses comes over to me and rears up. Not wanting to get struck by the horse's hooves, I back up a few steps and turn to walk away. The horse takes a few steps forward and catches me between its raised forelegs and holds me in that position. Caught between horse's chest and forelegs, I am unable to move. I feel the horse's weight on my back and shoulders and feel it move, spoonlike, up against me.
I am unsure of how to get out of the horse's grip and am becoming afraid. I ask for help from other people but no one seems concerned. I do not know what to do to get the animal to let go of me.
Dream 2: I am with a tour group in the Canadian wilderness. We have just arrived in front of a gritty, backwoods homestead. I can see through the hand-made, rough-cut, middle-of-nowhere veneer to the mass-marketed, souvenier-hawking, made-in-china underpinnings. What at first seemed to be a quiet retreat from the constant motion of everyday life was really just another cheap tourist attraction. Between the beams in the log cabin dining hall, I see brightly colored stacks of potato chip wrappers where I had been expecting to see freshly harvested produce.
I stand outside the camp and watch the tour guides, all dressed alike in their buckskin vests and blue jeans with leather top hats, lead tourists out into the woods. I see the trained "wild" horses wandering around. One of the horses comes over to me and rears up. Not wanting to get struck by the horse's hooves, I back up a few steps and turn to walk away. The horse takes a few steps forward and catches me between its raised forelegs and holds me in that position. Caught between horse's chest and forelegs, I am unable to move. I feel the horse's weight on my back and shoulders and feel it move, spoonlike, up against me.
I am unsure of how to get out of the horse's grip and am becoming afraid. I ask for help from other people but no one seems concerned. I do not know what to do to get the animal to let go of me.
posted by GFK at 7:14 AM
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