Dream Journal: Oddly Specific

[hrj]

So there was this dream just before I woke up. I was in Amsterdam with thread_walker for some sort of extended embroidery workshop. So far, so good. But I had no idea how the workshop was organized, so while everyone else was frantically trying to sign up for the specific classes they wanted, I wandered out into an open plaza, thinking I should get in touch with aryanhwy to get together for dinner or something, and found there was an open-air museum display about Thomas Becket, including detailed reproductions of garments associated with him. Wanting more information, I went into the small museum gift shop, which was located in a disused church, but all they were selling were these sets of pop-culture-medieval coloring books and touristy crap. For some reason I hadn't pre-arranged for a place to stay in Amsterdam so I spent the night out in the plaza. In the morning I went back to where the embroidery workshops were being held and started trying to figure out how the event was organized so I could participate. All sorts of people were already getting started on their projects, and it was one of those "start of the con" atmospheres where people were arriving and greeting old friends. And the new arrivals were chatting in various different languages -- I caught a bit of Welsh at one point. But I was starting to get that feeling of "I don't know anyone and they aren't interested in meeting me or talking to me" and in the dream I pointed out to myself that I'd sworn off going down that road so I gathered up the nerve to ask someone where I could get some coffee. It was halfway across town, so I could either have my coffee or I could continue trying to get integrated into the workshop. And that was about it -- I woke up. None of my usual repeating motifs, nothing feeling "meaningful", just very specific, concrete, identifiable details.

Comments

[kahnegabs.livejournal.com]

with a few tweaks, this could be an interesting SiFi story.

[aryanhwy.livejournal.com]

Wow, your importation of real-world knowledge into your dream is pretty remarkable; I don't think I've ever dreamt about being in a particular place and from there making the inference to people that I know i.r.l. that live in that place.

Apropos Becket, I gave a lecture on him this morning...

[hrj.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing your lecture didn't involve reference to the fascinating patterned-gathering technique used on his alb!

[aryanhwy.livejournal.com]

No, it was more of a 'blood on the steps of the cathedral' lecture -- the bulk of the talk was on John of Salisbury's political theory, but Becket made a nice illustrative example to end with.

[falzalot.livejournal.com]

I spent the entire morning dreaming I was waking up from napping on J&P's couch hearing the little emperor cry. And everytime I woke up, I *knew* I wasn't awake, because the house kept changing configurations (seriously, a huge dining room with a play area straight out of the swiss family robinson treehouse??), or strange people were in it, or they were set up for a party and there were homemade cookies EVERYWHERE, or I finally made it to the baby and his grandparents were all in there asking me what I was doing there. And I would pinch myself to wake up, and I wouldn't feel anything, so I would go lie down on the couch again, and then I would wake up again and everything would change *again*. Except the couch. It was always comfy.

I think I would have rather been in Amsterdam!