Dreams that were not horrible!
Aug. 17th, 2005 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lovefromgirl-- I was in the middle of a first person shooter game and kicking ass. *locks and loads*
-- Mystery about a young girl who was kidnapped and hurt, supposedly by a priest. As I knew the priest in question, I raised my objections and then the real story came out: the aging, frail old priest saved the little girl's life by wrestling the farmhand who had really done it and came back for more. After that, the little girl and her Nicolas were inseparable.
-- Interlude: visiting Mandie and Dale, only we were out in the mostly-wild, with an open-air kitchenette and sleeping under the stars. I saw visions of red and gold in the skies, a grand lady and swirls of color. Mandie felt them too for some reason, but didn't see them.
-- Shopping for something. I was in charge of the basket. (See, I'm capable of nice, ordinary dreams.)
-- Most vividly: becoming a housewife who has a great house and a sucky husband who's all formal with her. They haven't had sex since they conceived child #3, obviously. She roams around her house, wondering why exactly she stays with him -- oh yes. The house. It's fabulous. Her bedroom (HERS, mind. He sleeps down the hall) is beautifully decorated in shades of green and violet. She ventures up the stairs, stopping in at every room: first, the eldest, a son, who's so obviously gay but kinda clueless about it. His colors are white and fuchsia. Yes, he is still clueless. ;-) Up one more flight, passing the closed bedroom door that belongs to the middle child, their daughter. Up again to the younger son's room, which is messy and dim as usual. He spends most of his time on the top floor, with its retractable roof, where he writes for the local newspaper under a nom de plume. Nobody wants it getting out that a thirteen-year-old is the star reporter! Cut to the husband getting home. The daughter finally comes out to help the mother cook spaghetti, which Mr. Picky isn't having; he's got his own bland meal. Not for the first time, the wife wonders if there isn't a way they can turn the basement into a dungeon... only needs to hold one...
-- Cut to the daughter, away at a school for precocious young designers. She makes a few ads for shoes before night falls and her friends come and get her. They roam the halls, avoiding the watchful eyes of the stern Head of Art. Ah, but there's another mystery unfolding! The school's crazy lady comes and puts a curse on the students she finds in the halls, including the daughter and her friends, and their enemy. Even the Head of Art is included. Poor chap. They try to piece together what the curse could've been. The closest they get is that two male students will find each other attractive and/or lightning will strike down a student at midnight. They're almost right. Lightning does strike at midnight, but only the big brass bell in the entryway. The latent gay feelings of one male student -- the kids' enemy! -- come out, so to speak, except that he's turned down by the object of his affections.
-- Mystery about a young girl who was kidnapped and hurt, supposedly by a priest. As I knew the priest in question, I raised my objections and then the real story came out: the aging, frail old priest saved the little girl's life by wrestling the farmhand who had really done it and came back for more. After that, the little girl and her Nicolas were inseparable.
-- Interlude: visiting Mandie and Dale, only we were out in the mostly-wild, with an open-air kitchenette and sleeping under the stars. I saw visions of red and gold in the skies, a grand lady and swirls of color. Mandie felt them too for some reason, but didn't see them.
-- Shopping for something. I was in charge of the basket. (See, I'm capable of nice, ordinary dreams.)
-- Most vividly: becoming a housewife who has a great house and a sucky husband who's all formal with her. They haven't had sex since they conceived child #3, obviously. She roams around her house, wondering why exactly she stays with him -- oh yes. The house. It's fabulous. Her bedroom (HERS, mind. He sleeps down the hall) is beautifully decorated in shades of green and violet. She ventures up the stairs, stopping in at every room: first, the eldest, a son, who's so obviously gay but kinda clueless about it. His colors are white and fuchsia. Yes, he is still clueless. ;-) Up one more flight, passing the closed bedroom door that belongs to the middle child, their daughter. Up again to the younger son's room, which is messy and dim as usual. He spends most of his time on the top floor, with its retractable roof, where he writes for the local newspaper under a nom de plume. Nobody wants it getting out that a thirteen-year-old is the star reporter! Cut to the husband getting home. The daughter finally comes out to help the mother cook spaghetti, which Mr. Picky isn't having; he's got his own bland meal. Not for the first time, the wife wonders if there isn't a way they can turn the basement into a dungeon... only needs to hold one...
-- Cut to the daughter, away at a school for precocious young designers. She makes a few ads for shoes before night falls and her friends come and get her. They roam the halls, avoiding the watchful eyes of the stern Head of Art. Ah, but there's another mystery unfolding! The school's crazy lady comes and puts a curse on the students she finds in the halls, including the daughter and her friends, and their enemy. Even the Head of Art is included. Poor chap. They try to piece together what the curse could've been. The closest they get is that two male students will find each other attractive and/or lightning will strike down a student at midnight. They're almost right. Lightning does strike at midnight, but only the big brass bell in the entryway. The latent gay feelings of one male student -- the kids' enemy! -- come out, so to speak, except that he's turned down by the object of his affections.