Weird Dreams: Chaosium, Bike, Relatives
Nov. 18th, 2003 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shannon_aAwoke from weird and strong dreams this morning.
I was working at Chaosium again, which hasn't been the case for 4 years. Except Chaosium wasn't in their warehouse, but rather some type of store. I had a cubicle (yeah, that's so Chaosium) that was along one of the main drags in the store, and there were mixtures of cubicles and sporting goods all over.
For some reason DL had brought his daughter IL in this afternoon, and she'd brought hundreds of friends. So there I was trying to work, and suddenly the shop was absolutely filling with loud teenagers. It came to a head when I wandered down to a nearby cashier to try and buy a pornographic DVD, but got nervous because there were too many people around. I sat and stewed at my desk a bit longer and finally decided I wasn't going to get any more work done, and left for the day.
Outside it was pitch black decide still being afternoon, and I realized I'd been in some type of fugue state when I arrived. I absolutely couldn't remember if I'd ridden my bike to work or not. I was sure I should have, because Chaosium is like 3 miles from my house, and that's a bit far too walk, but it wasn't right outside the building like it should have been. I kept starting to walk home, but then thinking how stupid that'd be if I got home and my bike wasn't there either, and I had to walk all the way back.
I was also thinking about how this was just like a dream I'd had, and how I'd wished I had a flashlight in that dream, so that I could pick out my bike in the dark. I think in reaction to my dream I'd stuck my little bike light in my jacket pocket, so I pulled it out, and lifted it above my head, and started to spotlight individual bikes. I finally picked mine out, a long ways from the building. I unlocked it, but couldn't figure out where to put the lock, because the little lock carrier on the frame was broken.
Then I realized I needed to pick something up from the building, so I wheeled my bike back there.
Now there was a party going on, but this time it was for my grandmother. There were presents for her all over. I felt nervous putting my bike down, so I could go inside, because I didn't want to leave it out where it could get stolen, but I also didn't want to be disrespectful and put it on her presents.
As I searched for a good place I heard my grandmother and some other elders talking about my father's interactions with some aunt (one of my grandmother's sisters). They were saying that he'd almost died of a bee sting when he was young, and so my aunt had a lot of respect for him because he'd lived. This was why she'd held a gun on him when he'd tried to kill himself as a teenager. I really couldn't understand the causal line as they spoke.
I finally decided to sort of lay my bike down near some of the presents. A couple of the party-goers glared at me, and I quickly ran down the stairs to pick up whatever from my desk ...
... and I woke up.
I was working at Chaosium again, which hasn't been the case for 4 years. Except Chaosium wasn't in their warehouse, but rather some type of store. I had a cubicle (yeah, that's so Chaosium) that was along one of the main drags in the store, and there were mixtures of cubicles and sporting goods all over.
For some reason DL had brought his daughter IL in this afternoon, and she'd brought hundreds of friends. So there I was trying to work, and suddenly the shop was absolutely filling with loud teenagers. It came to a head when I wandered down to a nearby cashier to try and buy a pornographic DVD, but got nervous because there were too many people around. I sat and stewed at my desk a bit longer and finally decided I wasn't going to get any more work done, and left for the day.
Outside it was pitch black decide still being afternoon, and I realized I'd been in some type of fugue state when I arrived. I absolutely couldn't remember if I'd ridden my bike to work or not. I was sure I should have, because Chaosium is like 3 miles from my house, and that's a bit far too walk, but it wasn't right outside the building like it should have been. I kept starting to walk home, but then thinking how stupid that'd be if I got home and my bike wasn't there either, and I had to walk all the way back.
I was also thinking about how this was just like a dream I'd had, and how I'd wished I had a flashlight in that dream, so that I could pick out my bike in the dark. I think in reaction to my dream I'd stuck my little bike light in my jacket pocket, so I pulled it out, and lifted it above my head, and started to spotlight individual bikes. I finally picked mine out, a long ways from the building. I unlocked it, but couldn't figure out where to put the lock, because the little lock carrier on the frame was broken.
Then I realized I needed to pick something up from the building, so I wheeled my bike back there.
Now there was a party going on, but this time it was for my grandmother. There were presents for her all over. I felt nervous putting my bike down, so I could go inside, because I didn't want to leave it out where it could get stolen, but I also didn't want to be disrespectful and put it on her presents.
As I searched for a good place I heard my grandmother and some other elders talking about my father's interactions with some aunt (one of my grandmother's sisters). They were saying that he'd almost died of a bee sting when he was young, and so my aunt had a lot of respect for him because he'd lived. This was why she'd held a gun on him when he'd tried to kill himself as a teenager. I really couldn't understand the causal line as they spoke.
I finally decided to sort of lay my bike down near some of the presents. A couple of the party-goers glared at me, and I quickly ran down the stairs to pick up whatever from my desk ...
... and I woke up.