weird dreamin'

me, walking dachshunds in the temperate weather in a red sweater, vintage black dress, and vintage neck scarf.

I wore a necklace combination of old keys, a severed seashell, a gold arrow,  a rose pendant, and a fox vertebrae.

I had the most bizarre dream Monday night. Granted, most of my dreams are weirdly grey-clouded and inherently eerie, but this one has been haunting me all of my waking moments lately.

Monday night, before I went to bed, I was conscious of the fact that I would be visiting the abandoned zinc mine (quarry) the next day. This fact informs the events of the dream that I will now divulge.

I woke up (woke down) into a dream that illustrated a weird dreamscape of this:

There were deep tide-pools. But, not tide-pools, as much as they were deep, circular gashes in the earth (filled with turquoise water). They were a whole lot like the emerald pools on the island of Maui in Hawaii (I have visited this place). In between each tide-pool was a flat valley, in which channels would flow, linking the tide-pools. In between the channels, pools and flat valleys, there were giant, metal ladders. On these ladders, one could observe the terrain and depths of the pools without actually exploring them.

For some reason, my entire mission during this dream was to reach the deepest pool. Mind you, I had explored this terrain in dreams before. In this dream, though, i was hellbent toward reaching the deepest of depths (as far as tide-like pools were concerned). Eventually, I tired of swimming from pool to channel to pool. I decided, finally, that I would climb one of the metal ladders situated in the valley to survey the terrain. I did just that...and...visually mapped the terrain. I was on the lookout for the deepest pool. The deepest pool appeared to be the southernmost, the last before a giant highway. Suddenly, I noticed (while upon the ladder), that there was a body in the depths of the deepest pool. The body floated, lifeless, at the bottom. The bottom of the pool was crystal clear, unlike any of the other pools in the whole dreamscape. Then, as soon as I made eye contact with the the body at the bottom of the pool, it began to float to the surface. I swam through the channels and valleys, unknowing of my ultimate destination, but hoping it be the deepest pool with the deadest body at the bottom.

Before I know it, I am at the the deepest pool. It is 400 feet deep, but I can clearly see the bottom....and someone is swimming toward me, with the deadest body, limp in her arms.

Then I wake up, having slept through two alarms.

-kc

a pony i rode in my invisible dream

I spent an entire day feeling the invisible pains of others in my left arm, and envisioning something unspeakable under my bed.  These should have been nightmares, but they were most definitely daymares.  The worst of the worst, in daylight consciousness.

hypotrochoids, headaches and cats

Pinched nerve makes my brain swerve, 

and makes my third eye writhe in its socket

with seething, squeezing pain.

Copyright Katelyn Roof 2010

"Birds of a feather, fall into a hypotrochoid parallel universe together." 

Pen, Marker and Spirograph on Paper

(My scanner is low-qual.  Ignore that.)

So, to make a long story as short as it possibly can be to be to prevent rambling (maybe):

After going to bed at 6 AM last night (this morning), I woke up from a strange dream at 10 AM -- a dream about cats.  I don't have a cat.  the last time I owned a cat, I was 9.  In all honesty, I'm violently allergic to them, but only if I touch them and subsequently touch my face.  I've learned to avoid this.  Anyway, this was not just any dream about cats, it was a dream in which I was photographing some sort of Cat Pageant, the kind that seemed like it was less of a cat show, and more of a body building contest or a beauty pageant.  Obsessed, crazed human after more obsessed, crazed human brought his/her cat up onto stage, one by one, parading them around, the crowd cheering.  Some really strange man with a mullet, rat tail, torn jeans and an obnoxious patriotic t-shirt came up behind me and kept molesting me as I unsuccessfully tried to exploit what was going on onstage by photographing and filming with my camera.  My camera kept malfunctioning, the crazy rat-tailed molester kept getting in the way of my best shots, and everything was just working against me.  Over and over in my head, I kept repeating "IF I COULD JUST GET THIS MOMENT CAPTURED, THIS WILL BE MY MAGNUM OPUS, I SWEAR."  I just couldn't seem to get the feeling captured with my photos and video footage (mostly because of the interceptions).  Then, I go backstage to interview the participants.  I talk to a bunch of them, most of them are wearing cheesy cat-themed sweatshirts and speaking as if their lives depended on nothing other than CATS.  Then, I go to interview the last contestant, and it turns out it is some lady who has her elementary school aged son dressed up in a cat costume.  The son runs up to me, acting exactly like a cat, except with his own human face poking out of a very realistic cat costume.  That's when my dream shifted, and I was suddenly in a dimly lit mall, wandering around, confused.  

What could this possibly mean? Wait.

I don't even want to know.

dreamSCRAPES

The other day I woke up from a dream (that I do not remember), scratching across my ribcage with my pointer finger.  I felt a strange burning, as if a cat had scratched me, but it was 5am so I was way too tired to worry about it.  (Also worth mentioning: the Klee Irwin colon cleanse informercial was blasting on my TV.)  I woke up later that morning with a chunk of skin under my pointer fingernail, and I instantly remembered waking up scratching myself.  I got in the shower, the scratch swelled up and burned under the warm water, like a fresh wound.  I'm kind of confused, dreams and realistic pain have been a theme with me lately, though I always believed the pain to be mostly imagined (such as the pain in the teeth dreams).  It's really strange to realize I actually inflicted pain upon myself in a dream, most people are in a semi-paralytic state during dreaming.  I am a former sleepwalker, and maybe I am capable of dreaming and overcoming the restraints this semi-paralytic state places on the human body.  

Regardless, ugh.... unsettling.

My birthday.... ugh.... 25 is just an unfortunate number. It just... sounds drab. If you repeat it over and over again, it gets increasingly more boring within its 3 syllables with each repetition. Clearly, i'm over it.







(new drawings, the first of which is an actual illustration of a recent nightmare)

the great brain drain

Tonight, when I was driving home, I looked over at the mountain and it was covered in cloudy mist. Then I thought of that one time I was driving by that same mountain at 4am, and it was actually on fire. Well, not the whole mountain, but there was a fire on top of the mountain. To this day, I haven't found out what that was all about.

On another note, I've been having bizarre dreams lately. I take that as a sign that I really need to change my location, or something of the like. Enough with the weird dreams, though. From bleeding/falling out teeth, to all of the skin on my torso peeling up (revealing my ribcage and internal organs).... these dreams are driving me crazy.












-k

the aftermath

so maybe the benadryl dreamcloud was more of a benadryl dreamSTORMcloud after all. Before i woke up panting for air (being extremely short of breath), i dreamed about the basement of my childhood home. In the basement, my family was helping me build things with old belongings we found laying around the basement, but the entire place was just mostly littered with HUGE, dead spider carcasses. Then i had to help some dude that was living in my basement dress up human skeletons in vintage clothing...that lasted for a while. When i went upstairs, i went into my old room, and in the drawers all of my clothing was replaced with moo-moo dresses. I'm sure other things happened but i don't remember them.

so...now for the question at hand:
benadryl -- friend or foe?

-kc