today's dream

[felicula]

This morning, mechanchaos and I overslept, even though Aidan had school. 7:40 I was bolt upright in bed saying, "We need to move, and fast." We got him to school alright, regardless. I've been keeping some of the images from last night's dream in my head. Here's my attempt at remembering.

The earliest part of the dream that I can recall is watching a movie on TV with mechanchaos. In the movie, the setting was an average suburban neighborhood after nightfall. One character went up a driveway into a backyard. Another was hidden behind trees and bushes closer to the garage. Both looked rather anime in style, though the movie was live-action in my dream.

Suddenly, there was a flash of a boomerang-like blade akin to one in Vampire Hunter D. The first character lost an arm on its way toward him, then a leg on the way back. The blade flashed again and the main character, as I then knew he was, was slashed halfway through his face, and lost the other arm. Another, and he lost the other leg and it slit the side of his abdomen.

The guy lay, mutilated, in swaths of his own blood, though somehow I knew that it wasn't the end of him. Even as we watched, the limbs began to remeld. The slices sealed. Still seeping in places, he addressed his attacker.

Suddenly, the TV was off. I was no longer in a living room with mechanchaos. I was hidden among the hedges of a suburban yard. The scene from the movie replayed itself. This time it wasn't a movie at the same time that it was. I watched the main character get reduced to a pile of bleeding flesh again. I saw him coming back together, and talking to his adversary. Then the scene cut to the inside of a castle. The lighting was the blue-violet of a stage night. Somewhere inside was a dragon. When I found him, he was smaller than a dragon ought to be, though still larger than an elephant. I remember being pursued, though I was detatched enough not to care one way or another. I ran anyway.

Just as swiftly, I was in a melding of my parents' house, our current apartment, and whitesnowrosere's and amberrattus's apartment. In some ways, I was still half in, half out of the movie. I was in a good mood, since our friends whitesnowrosere and amberrattus had decided to visit. I was cooking a dinner for everyone. Instead of in the kitchen, the stove was in the family room.

The others were out in the kitchen, around a table that more closely resembled the one in whitesnowrosere's and amberrattus's apartment. I served them all, then sat down to eat with them. There were more people than just us there, though. I went back toward where the stove was to get a little more, and was joined by one of the others. He had a smaller, but sturdy build, reminding me somewhat of someone who'd been involved in the theatre department of SUNY Oswego when I'd gone there. I can't say he wasn't attractive.

I made some comment to the fellow about not being familiar with him. He introduced himself as a friend of whitesnowrosere and amberrattus. He said a name as well, but I don't recall it. I finished serving myself, then went back to hang out with everyone.

Evening fell. Now, instead of it being supposedly mechanchaos's and my place, the house was my parents' again. I was younger. Most of the people weren't there anymore. Night fell, and the movie was replaying again, with me watching. This time, the fellow I'd met at dinner was the main character. I had difficulty watching him be dismembered a third time.

After the persuit, I ended up in an attic in my parents' place that doesn't exist in real life. In it were several horse stalls, one of which had come open. The walls were white, the trim a rich, dark green. The whole scene was lit indirectly. The soft, yellow glow was implied to have come from an incandescent source.

I had a sense that in the movie, one of the horses got killed by another because the stall door wasn't properly latched. I went in, calmed the horses down some, then properly latched the stalls. In my heart, I knew that I'd saved the horse who would have died.

I went downstairs and the house was dark, save a couple of those holiday season electric candles with white bulbs glowing softly in my room. I went downstairs to check whether the lights were out. It seemed that the house was empty save for my parents.

On my way back upstairs, I began to undress for bed. I noticed the linen closet door open in the upstairs hallway. When I closed it, it revealed the same guy. My reaction was, "You're only here to try to see me naked." I seem to remember him only halfheartedly protesting that. I wasn't naked. I had only shed my shirt, though the brassiere I was wearing was rather revealing. He smiled, informing me that mine were the largest breasts he'd seen. I admit, that made me think he hadn't seen that many. Mine may be ample, but they're certainly not the largest I've seen.

I remember continuing to get ready for bed, wondering whether he'd still be around when I was finished. He was in my room when I finally went in. From that point, things were a rather innocent sharing of the bed, as if I was still in high school before my hormones hit in force.

That's the last of it that I can remember.