the dreaming pool

I do sometimes have tornado dreams, but last night's was particularly destructive.

I was in a large city.. with a tower (like the CN tower) and round skyscrapers/condos around me.  There was also a large superstore/Walmart type thing... I looked towards the tower and saw it being ripped apart by a massive, slow moving tornado.  Me and some other people.. a woman I used to work with was there.. ran towards the walmart type of place.. we ran towards the back and down some stairs, thinking we could get to the basement.  We thought we were there, but thru the basement window we could see the approaching tornado, and we could feel the foundations around us start to shake and spin.  The other female of the group saw a hole in the floor.. and poked her finger through it.. "it's hollow down there!" she exclaimed, and we realized there was a sub basement we needed to get to.  So we clawed and stomped and ripped a hole in the floor, and jumped down into the cement basement.  There was a bedroom we jumped into, and I remember clinging to the bed... 

we felt the place shudder and shake and we hoped not too much of the floor above would be taken.. so we would be safe.. and we managed to be okay.  When the storm left us, we slowly crawled out, and discovered everything had been laid to waste.  The towers were round skeletons, glass lay everywhere.  I looked at the sky, and small round pockets formed and  unformed.. like small tornados wanted to start, but they didn't.. and instead the sky cleared.

That is all I can remember. 

I don't remember a lot... but I DO remember the Millipedes.

For some reason, I was about to eat some sort of oriental dish... in a big bowl. There were sprouts, and seafood, and noodles... and two supposedly cooked millipedes.  Only, One of them, wasn't quite dead, and started to squirm.  I screamed... yelling for my father to get the thing out of my dish. I exclaimed something to the effect that although it had been frozen and grilled it had the nerve to still be alive.  He took out the squirming millipede (in my dream it was about six inches long and about an inch wide, not including it's many horridly long legs). He began to put it down the sink... not washing it down, but giving it a place to live.  I said.. "it will only come back out of the sink".. he didn't think it would.  I knew it would, and as soon as he walked away from the sink (after I watched him carefully move the insect down the drain), I walked to the sink, and saw it slowly make it's way out of the drain.  I was terrified of it... but I wanted desperatly to kill it.  So, I grabbed some tongs and grabbed it... the tongs where long... and I held it away from me.  I walked out side and dug a hole in dirt.. thinking I would bury the millipede.. not sure if it could crawl thru packed dirt or not....

there was a waking thought of putting it back down the drain and pouring drano over it and letting it chemicly fry..

all in all, I sincerely did not want the millipede to live!

Truthfully, in real life... It would be the same way, although I would not have tried to EAT one! 

A couple weeks ago I remembered an odd image/event in my dreams.  It wasn't much to note at the time, but upon having another dream recently relating to it, I thought it worth posting.  Is it an example of the body warning the mind, or anxiety over pain ruling the dream time? I really do not know.

Dream 1:  I looked down at my tummy.  I was pushing the fat around... molding it.  I molded it to a ball.. then twisted the ball.. so it was like I was twisting it off my stomach.  I was getting rid of something.. not just fat, but a tumor, or a growth.  The ball changed shape, from a straight ball, to something that was shaped like a flat roll or danish, with rolls of dough around a center.. I eventually twisted to the point there was a small line connecting me and this danish shaped tumor.. so that I could just pull, and "POP!".. the weird ball came off my stomach. 

Dream 2: I was walking along.. minding my own business. I may have been at a psychic fair, or a renaissance (can't spell!) fair... but a woman sitting on the side of a path suddenly flagged me down and called me over.  She said.. "you listen here, you have to see a doctor..." I said "why?".. and she pointed a drawing, a drawing that looked my stomach... there were two small tumors at the bottom of the stomach... she said "you have tumors here, you need them removed".. I did not take her seriously... she took my hand and said "what can I do to make you believe me? what can I do to help you?"... and I could see the worry and concern in her eyes... that is when I woke up.

So, should I go to the doctor?  

Very odd dream.

Myself and someone who looked an awful lot like Leonardo DiCaprio were walking along Spadina Ave... towards the Gardiner Expressway.  We were parked somewhere around there.  We saw a UFO flying towards us... thinking at first it was a plane, but then it got closer and closer, and soon hovered right above us.  It looked like a white ball, with an inverted plate stuck to the bottom, with 3 large claw type things jutting out from there, exposing lights on the belly of the UFO that we could see.  Suddenly we saw hundreds of them in the sky.. they were flying downward, and scooping up people or cars, hurting and killing people.  We knew we had to get to the car... but instead of making it a friend of my Leo lookalike pulled up in his purple Sunfire.. and we got in.

For some reason the dreams skips... and we are walking along a very well groomed, wide, forested path.  Aliens, who look sort of like humans but with odd eyes and wings... fly from above, trying to grab us. We run down the path until we come to a crossroads.  There there is a sign... two arrows point one way, and one arrow the other. The two arrows say "virgins this way, or people who like us", and the other says "for people who don't care".  So, since we don't like the aliens, we take the single arrow road.  We come to a clearing... somehow I know people are being taken, and either killed or made into slaves.  A female alien walks up to us.. she sees me and looks odd... then notices my tattoo on my arm... she gasps.. and says.. "You're The... " but before I know what I am I pass out.  While being passed out I see the world differently, all in whites.. like the sky had been inverted from dark to white... with white stars flying towards me..it was almost like a fugue state within the dream.  I snap out of it.. and my Leo friend is not with me anymore. I ask the alien where he is and she points to a tent in the field. I walk to  it, go inside, and on a bed.. Leo laid.. now dressed like Raggedy Andy... I know his mind had been wiped out by the aliens to become a slave... he is still lying on the bed.. I go to be beside him and he says.. "would you like some chicken?"... I shake him.. and he says.. "would you like some pie?"... I start to cry, and for one brief second I see life in his eyes and he says.. "in 15 years I might have my mind back".. and then he again goes back to being mindless.. and I know what he was is gone forever. I hold him, and cry and cry..

and wake up.

I don't remember all that much from last night, just one interesting tidbit.

I was looking for a small, inexpensive DV camera for my work mates (I shall use the fictitious names of Lacy and Wanda).  I found an article while I was looking about some old warrior... he was clad in metals and had done both great and terrible things.  The dream skips, and the three of us (and others who I do not remember) are on an expedition to find the grave of this warrior.  We are in a decrepit place.  I remember myself and Wanda had to use the washroom, and it was stained, like it had never been cleaned... we both did not want to use it.  It was the type of place even women peed standing up.

We walked down a long, stained looking hall.  At the end, on the right, was a doorway which we walked through.  There was a tomb there, a very old stone tomb, with a large lion or like animal's head on top of it, roaring out of the top of the tomb with an open mouth, warning people away.  For some reason I knew (and now I had a male expedition partner, someone I don't remember seeing in real life, he had a sly smile and dark wavy hair and I did not trust him fully - he seemed to be illustrating the tomb, whilst sitting on some sort of pedestal), that I had to stand at the front of the tomb.. as once you touched it, something would happen.  Which it did.  Acid poured out of the lion's mouth... acid so powerful it corroded the stone (which accounted I thought, for the already corroded look to the stone), and the stone floor it fell on. I knew if someone stepped in the acid, that they would be burned.  I walked away from the tomb (the man still stayed on  his pedestal), out into the hall, to warn others to not walk where the acid was.

That is when I awoke.