acd
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Ok. There seems to be a theme in my recent dreams. Something about marriage. It's not on my mind, it's not anywhere near in my future.. But I have been reading The Whole Woman by Germaine Greer, and I suspect this may have something to do with it...
Dream 1:
My best friend or sister (not specified, just very close female) is getting married. She enlists me to be her wedding photographer. She decides that for her wedding, she wants to be married as a bug. So her and her husband morph into bugs. She is this beautiful white moth and he turns into an irridescent golden beatle. So I'm up at the alter with the groom, who is a beetle, trying to photograph him before the moth bride makes her way down the aisle. He's perched on this roman pillar sort of thing and he keeps flying around. I manage to get a few really nice photographs of him. He takes of flying around. People are still settling into their seats. I start freaking out because: He's lost his mind, he's got the mind of a beetle now! He's going to get stepped on! What a dumb idea the bride had. Sure brides have dumb ideas on how they want their 'special day' but this is ridiculous!' Those were my dream thoughts before I woke up.
Dream 2:
I'm married, I have a daughter and I cannot find my husband anywhere. It's not that I suspect that he's being unfaithful, it's just that there happens to be some sort of catastrophe ensuing. So I meet up with a group of other women with children searching for their men..
There is this waxy sand rain coming down. It coats your skin. If you get too much on your skin, it paralyzes you and kills you because what you are actually coated with is formaldyhide. So you're running, you get coated by this chemical rain, you freeze, die, and are instantly preserved.
The women and I find a giant tinfoil sheet and we're holding it over all of our heads running between the ruins of a city. We're talking to each other and saying things like: "Is it aliens or the government doing this?"
The end.
I'm working on deciphering it.
Dream 1:
My best friend or sister (not specified, just very close female) is getting married. She enlists me to be her wedding photographer. She decides that for her wedding, she wants to be married as a bug. So her and her husband morph into bugs. She is this beautiful white moth and he turns into an irridescent golden beatle. So I'm up at the alter with the groom, who is a beetle, trying to photograph him before the moth bride makes her way down the aisle. He's perched on this roman pillar sort of thing and he keeps flying around. I manage to get a few really nice photographs of him. He takes of flying around. People are still settling into their seats. I start freaking out because: He's lost his mind, he's got the mind of a beetle now! He's going to get stepped on! What a dumb idea the bride had. Sure brides have dumb ideas on how they want their 'special day' but this is ridiculous!' Those were my dream thoughts before I woke up.
Dream 2:
I'm married, I have a daughter and I cannot find my husband anywhere. It's not that I suspect that he's being unfaithful, it's just that there happens to be some sort of catastrophe ensuing. So I meet up with a group of other women with children searching for their men..
There is this waxy sand rain coming down. It coats your skin. If you get too much on your skin, it paralyzes you and kills you because what you are actually coated with is formaldyhide. So you're running, you get coated by this chemical rain, you freeze, die, and are instantly preserved.
The women and I find a giant tinfoil sheet and we're holding it over all of our heads running between the ruins of a city. We're talking to each other and saying things like: "Is it aliens or the government doing this?"
The end.
I'm working on deciphering it.