posted February 15, 2003 10:35 AM         

And I apologize if my recollection of this dream sounds scattered. I can';t remember everything, I know I'm missing some parts.

In this dream, I was in a house with a bunch of other people, probably around my age. I had long hair again, was thin and pretty and I was standing in a big wooden room with all of these people, being spoken to by I guess the owners of the place. Then we all went off to rooms that were not ours, and we had to slean them up. We couldn;t clean up our own room. SO I straightened up a bit, and I remember looking in the mirror, which was conveniently positioned at *my* height on the wall (I'm a little on the short side). I was wearing a red shirt and I remember thinking to myself-I look pretty. We I cleaned the room, I thought about the piles of clothes on the floor in mine and then I finished and went out back into the hall. One of the ladies I worked for told me it was ok to go back to my room, but to make sure I don;t make any dents in the floor. I thought how the hell would I make a dent? We then all went to our own rooms (I guess we worked in this place, as servants for rich people). I saw that my wooden floor, which was once covered by piles of clothes, had dents in it. Sort of the way it would look after a flood. I scrambled to cover it by placing things around the room. I also noticed that whoever cleaned my room did not lay my cover out nicely, but when that lady came back, it didn't matter. She came in, had a menacing stare about her, but a robotic, semi-friendly tone about her voice. We looked in a mirror together and I knew exactly what she was going to do. She calmly took a pair of scissors and I put my head down and she began to chop at my hair to make me look ugly, but she kept saying it would be better for me and I was so scared that I pretended to agree with her, saying I wouldn't have to fuss over it in the morning, etc. Then she burned my hand with a cigarette before she left. Well, she didn't really burn me-she lightly traced the burning end of the cig. along my hand to maybe scare me, but not actually hurt me. I think she had 2 friends in the dream, but I really only remember one who walked around with a butcher's knife, and she would just stare at me. I was so scared of all these people, but they pretty much owned me. They even almost hurt me outside, but someone had a change of heart and let me go. I remember wishing I could tell people in passing to call so-and-so (I went through a list of friends in NY-I guess I was in the South in this dream-trying to figure out who'd be able to get me away from there. I finally figured the person with the best chance of getting me out of there was this one rich person I know who moved far away and the only way to get in touch with him is via e-mail). Since these people's tempers were unpredictable, I was constantly looking over my shoulder and being as polite as I could. I remember thinking I'd rather die than live there, but I was too afraid of dying painfully. They called me "Mami" in the dream...lol...I don;t know why. Then the dream turned into me watching a live taping of a sitcom that my coworker was the star in (but the show supposedly aired years ago, so why were they taping another?). In fact, she was a main character, but her character was too similar to herself and it she really just seemed to blend into the background of the strong storylines. Basically, and I can even analyze this part-she was being recognized for more than she was doing.

Ok, that was strange, wasn't it? I just needed to let that out somewhere. I'm sure I'm missing things, but ugh...at least it's off my mind now. How disturbing.

posted February 16, 2003 10:53 AM         

I have always believed that other people in dreams are either an extension of yourself, or just symbolic of something they represent to you. A lot of it sounds about right, but I'd have to think harder about the wood floor part to have it make sense. Nothing has exactly happened, but I don't feel like my life is so stable right about now. Maybe the cleaning just means cleaning parts of life; really trying to put things in order. I've never really believed in souls.

Last night's dream was about a house with a LOT of rooms and my coworkers and people from t.v. were there. Some other stuff happened, but I don't know if that info is appropriate for mixed company.

posted February 16, 2003 11:20 AM         

Hehe...I feel like the shy kid standing on the outskirts of a class discussion and the teacher takes my hand saying "it's ok, don;t be shy."

I often have dreams with a lot of rooms and I'm constantly moving through them.

Well, it was dream where I was with one particular guy (he's a character from a show)thoughout most of the dream and whereas it was sexual, it was one of those dreams where being sexual really also meant being intimate in a non-physical sort of way; a feeling I can't describe really. Everywhere we went to be alone together, someone was there, also trying to be alone. Eventually, I was sitting in a room with one of my friends and an alarm rang (at this point, the place felt like a big elementary school), and I kept telling her we had to leave. She was very reluctant, but I finally started to go and she followed-and we took a very strange route out of there-down some stairs, jumping over a few gaps in the floor (oh my-there's that ground reference again) and then we went through what looked liked a big empty auditorium, and up a lot of stone stairs.
And somewhere in that dream, I was invited to an exclusive party which was being held at an island, or rather, tiny stretch of land with dunes off of Manhattan. A bridge went there, and everyone was just talking and laughing and there were lights and I only went to see what was going on since I decided to not attend.

posted February 16, 2003 12:53 PM         

Makes you wonder just who everyone is dreaming about, doesn't it?