Yesterday's dream was much more involved than I remember it. I know I was living at my parents' house in the dream. [livejournal.com profile] mechanchaos and I were dating but not married, and Aidan wasn't around. I was back in college, though on the wall outside my old room was a doctorate degree. I kept getting miffed that everyone who looked at the degree thought that it meant I was a dentist. That wasn't what stuck in my mind most about the dream, though.

What got me was what happened after nightfall in the dream. In the same sort of combination of summer and winter that has been cropping up in my dreams lately, the outside was snowy, but [livejournal.com profile] mechanchaos and I were spending time out there in shorts and t-shirts. It was a partly cloudy night, the muddy orange of the city lights highlighting the overcast parts of the sky. I saw lots of lights in the sky, and the shadows of countless low-flying airplanes against the lighter clouds. There was no moon out, no stars either. The planes were too numerous to see them. They flew constantly overhead, many in triangular or V-shaped formations. I remember it didn't make me hysterically frightened. I was deeply disturbed by it, however. I didn't know whether it was American or foreign, human or alien, but knew that it was a bad sign regardless of who was piloting the planes.


Today's dream was a little more involved. It was a frustrating dream. In it, [livejournal.com profile] mechanchaos, [livejournal.com profile] kolys, [livejournal.com profile] dawnstar, [livejournal.com profile] lite, [livejournal.com profile] ecwoodburn, [livejournal.com profile] hbbtrbbtbcnbt, her family, and I all went to an amusement park / carnival. Instead of an open-air place, most of where we were was inside a warehouse-like building. None of the rides were inside. The lines begain inside, though. It was difficult to tell what kind of ride you'd be going on before you got to the front of the line. All you could see before getting in line was the colorful sign displaying the name of the ride.

The first ride I go on, I had trouble fitting two in a seat, so I rode in the seat in front, [livejournal.com profile] mechanchaos sitting directly behind me. It ended up being a farely small roller coaster. Instead of rails, the thing rode on tread like a tank that interlaced with the track. The ride was short. It seemed like it was designed to run around the track twice, but it slowed down before the bottom of the first hill. The attendent came over to let us off. She made some sort of disparaging comment about my size, to which I glared at her with a matter-of-fact reply. That put me in a bad mood toward the place in general.

Next, everyone else was getting ready to get on another ride. I was unsure if I really wanted to go on it. Near the line were tables set up with craft goods for sale. I decided to look at them. I saw some nicely made pouches with things written in Japanese on them. I started asking the woman there all sorts of questions about how they were made. I asked about what was written on them. She pulled out a small handbook of Kanji. She and I got into a bit of a conversation about beginning to learn Japanese. She seemed like she was bothered by all my questions, though, so I decided to head back to see how the line was going.

What had been a long, inching line was now much altered. Everyone I'd come with were on the ride already. I decided to check out another area while I was waiting. There was a set of swinging double doors on the opposite side of the main room from the ride the others were on. A sign painted on the door said Horse Grooming. I like animals, so I thought I'd go in there. Instead of horses, there were to recumbant elephants. They were small, though, about the size of horses, and a bit more furry than the typical elephant. A couple men were cleaning them up and performing veterinary care. I watched, bored, for a little while. Then [livejournal.com profile] mechanchaos came in and asked where I'd been and why I hadn't told them where I'd be. By this time I was already grumpy, so I just showed him where I'd been. This time it was a standing horse in there, rather than the elephants. I remember feeling left behind, though it was as much my fault as anyone else's.


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