Today is the last day of my blogging week, and I'm not really sure what I want to talk about. I said everything I needed to say yesterday about what a real writer is and does (spoiler alert: they write). That's as far as myu addled brain was able to plan ahead. Now I have nothing to say.
So.... I'm going to talk about a really weird dream I had two nights ago.
My memory of it is very patchy, so I'm just going to relate it in scenes; the things I remember happening in the order I remember them happening in.
Ocean side. The beach is a steep incline down to the water, which is a beautiful crystalline blue. I'm a young girl, there on a school trip. Behind me are two incredibly small houses; little more than shacks. Everyone is either in the water or sitting on bleachers beneath two tress that are growing on top of the sand dune that serves as a beach. I'm behind the bleachers, near the shacks. A teacher approaches me and tries to convince me to get in the water. I don't want to, because I don't want anyone to see me in a bathing suit.
I'm in my bathing suit. For the record, it's one of those 50s style halter top suits, and it looks darling! I peek around the bleachers, and go back to hiding. I do this several times before I run down the dune into the water. Once in the water, one boy, who I think I'm supposed to be dating, swims up to me and asks "What, now?" In my dream I understand that he is asking about his promise to hang out with me. "Why now?"
I respond saying that I only came into the ocean for a swim and I don't really want to have anything to do with him right now. My dream self is sassy. Then he response by gleefully announcing that my desire to be left alone at the moment amounts to me cheating on him. I inform him that he's an idiot, I'm just doing my own thing, and that's not what cheating means. He swims off, beside himself with joy, to tell his friends that he's been cheated on. I shrug and swim away from the rest of the children to play in the sea.
I'm out of the water, alone, near the shacks. Two people I know from high school - people I actually know from high school in real life - are walking around the shacks. The girl, who I'm going to call Kelly (not her real name), is acting like a real estate agent, showing the two shacks to the boy, who I am calling Daniel (not his real name, either). As a result, the shacks are now open, and so while Kelly and Daniel are not looking, I go snooping around the shacks. The first shack is actually a modest house, with three rooms - a kitchen, a dining/lounge and a bedroom. It's small, but cosy. The second shack is a single room affair, with the kitchen/dinging/living room at one end. A small raised platform houses the bed which sits at the other end of the room.
I am outside of the shacks feeling sad and lonely, when who should show up in my dream? Persephone. That's right. My cat that I have in real life, the same one who woke me this morning demanding I feed her despite her bowl still being half full of food, walks up to me in my dream and gives me lots and lots of cuddles. I smile and cuddle her back.
And then I woke up. Persephone wanted food.
So, that was a weird dream I had two nights ago. It was weird, but then so am I. It wasn't nearly as vivid as other dreams I've had. The three that I can recall right off the bat all involved dragons. In the most recent dragon dream, an enormous red dragon was attacking my kingdom. I was a prince. Yup, for the first time ever that I call recall, I gender-swapped in a dream. My dream self is almost always female. Not this time.
Anyway, I have a feeling that I often dream strange dreams, I just don't always remember them. In this case, the thing I remember best was seeing Kelly and Daniel in my dream, the layout of the single room shack and the fact that Persephone came a-visiting me in my dream to cuddle me.
What about you? Have you had any really weird dreams you would like to share with the world?
I have to go learn more Welsh now. Here is a pretty, very appropriate picture: