Dream4

I was talking, I don't know who to, an older man I think. I started talking to someone else, and things seemed to move in an odd way. I looked at my hands and saw that my nails were the way they used to be a couple of months ago, for a couple of days, (Not really me, my sister's nails looked just like that though a couple of times, mine were never like that.) they were all short, and ragged, from having had fake nails on them, and they had most of the fake nails removed, except a little bit of the tip of one and about half of another, both on my right hand. Then I was sad that I had to have those nails again. I started talking some more, and then my nails regressed further, They were healthy again, most were still short, and a couple were quite long, (I've had my nails this way before) but I noticed one was longer than all the rest, and kind of silvery opalescent, the texture intrigued me so I put it into my mouth, not to bite it, just to feel it, and it was very smooth, soft, and even though there was no polish it felt slick like a polished nail, it had been buffed with pride, again I don't think this is quite right, but I kind of am enamored of this nail and these hands, again, my hands change, and I am wearing so many rings on my fingers...it's gaudy, 2 and 3 rings for every finger on my left, I recognize most, I think "the rest are ones I've forgotten". On my right hand there are so many rings, I am wearing twice as many as the left, at first I only focused on them and did not pay attention to the fact that something wasn't right there either- the rings weren't on my fingers, they were permanent now, they were at the base of where my finger bones start, right above my wrists there are five stacks of rings, and sometimes five to a stack, and on my fingers which are smaller because of the other rings taking up so much room, I have more rings. I forget about hands I look around me and start to interact more with the people and objects in the dream "We" were living in someone else's house, my family (mom, dad, aunt uncle,grandma,siblings..)and I. And THEY were only two, they liked to appear generous, but they stole my picante sauce, it was Pace brand, and that's the best- how dare they take that and then think that I can't use theirs? And other things disappeared from our refrigerator and appeared in theirs, so I went to their fridge, I was hungry, mainly I wanted my picante sauce, I saw my frozen dinners in their freezer, I knew they now considered them theirs, and to tick them off I was going to eat one of them, but I couldn't decide on one, they all looked so yummy, I wanted the alfredo because it's creamy and cheesy, and I wasn't sure, but I thought there was chicken in it ( love you Michael), then I noticed while I stood there on the chair looking into the freezer that I shouldn't need a chair to see, wasn't I just standing on the floor? NO, I couldn't have been, I had to be standing on the chair the whole time, but I wasn't THAT small, I couldn't be, maybe the fridge was really big, no- it wasn't when I saw it from the doorway, hmmm... that's weird, I'll have to think about that later, right now I'm hungry. I get disinterested in the refrigerator, and start to leave, "stupid people think they own us cause we live here, think they are so great". start to think of how they are not, then the scene changes and I am thinking of how time seemed to be moving backwards...I thought "so it is true that eventually time will stop, move back and start again." "Oh shoot, I need to mark the day, so I can tell everyone else, I need to mark the day so I don't plan for the future past that point and enjoy when it gets close." I am already going backwards, but still close enough to peek at the day, I look at the last day and I know it is August 2? (twenty something) 2004, and then relax. "this is cool, hey wait, did I get the year wrong? maybe I only thought it was...", but time was slipping and I WAS in the middle of it... Oh well, no matter....slipping..slipping through time... huh, now everyone EVERYONE is on a boat(no it is bigger than a boat), and everyone must jump off, and try to land where they want to be, where they want to go, The lower deck is full of people that look my size, human size, the upper deck is full of people that are very small, most of them glowed blue, they seemed to be doctors/nurses/helpers I thought of them as health care professionals but they didn't all have that job, some were just normal humans that glowed blue, they seemed more distant than the others, and some didn't glow. The boat got to where I was supposed to jump, or where he wanted me to jump, and close to where I wanted and God wanted me to jump, I wanted to stay a little longer to watch the beautiful blue people jump, it was funny and beautiful and they were almost all gone, couldn't I just stay a few more seconds? it's so pretty, please? Sigh, ok they are almost all done now, I guess I can go, don't try to take me with you though, you know that's not where I belong, falling, distracted by the beauty of the little blue people in the water, they had parachutes, I didn't know what these were for, there wasn't time for them to open them, they didn't try to open them, they were like the plastic ones that come attached to little plastic sky jumping guys, (I don't know what they are called, you take the rubber band off and throw them in the air, then they glide back down..) I thought the parachutes were silly but they would know better why they needed them. I fall, I don't know where... We are still slipping through time...why? I thought it was supposed to stop now?? We are on a river, there are bad men. We must stay hidden, even if we are seen, so long as it is hard for them to find us, time will slip before they get here.. so we are ok, time goes normally again, I still think about the men- are they here? He says not to fear, they are gone and now that time is normal the ones that are left wouldn't bother us anyway. We walk upriver, we see a girl, she is about 12 she is bathing in the river, she wears a boy's clothing, she is done washing now and has a whistle, it's strange, I've never seen anything quite like it, I think it is basically a pan pipe, yet she has devised a way to be able to play without holding on to it- she has a leather strap that keeps it attached to her mouth, she puts it on, it was the only piece of "clothing" she removed to bathe. She starts to play, I want to know what it's like so I (um...I don't know how to describe this- I'll use borrow, I was her for a second, just long enough to know, and understand how it is played and how it feels to play it) I "borrow" her, it was fun playing the flute, I thought she was a genius and was glad she didn't mind sharing for a sec, though I'm not even certain she noticed. We followed her, Her name is Windy, Peter didn't bring her to never land, she was there long before he got there, she was BORN there. My boyfriend started following her, calling after her that she didn't have to dress like a boy, she didn't have to be everyone's mother, he could liberate her, he could give her frilly dresses that make her feel pretty, he could give her freedom, to live like "normal" little girls, (with all convention thrown in), she just happily continues her playing and walking, we come to a door, it is covered with something-something with holes, it is cloth, no it is plastic, no it is cloth, it feels like cloth and that pleases me, the door leads to a big place, in the front there is what reminds me of a warehouse, but it isn't very big, in the back is where all the children are. My guy is incensed that all these children would rely on Windy to be their mother, I keep trying to tell him that we don't know any such thing, just to hang back, relax, and watch it unfold, I don't speak the whole time. He calms a little, starts to realize that I was right. There is a mother there, she is overwhelmed, she has so many children (she didn't know what to do ) so she put an ad in the paper for an early adult/special education specialist, DUH my guy forgot that's why we are here, he answered the ad, and this was his interview. We all sat down at the table, he started going through his references and qualifications, she was asking him questions at the same time, he got flustered, he lost his application, where did it go? I don't know, I'll look here , and think- you look there.. maybe you lost it when we came in... The mother is amused, she tells him he is losing the job as they spoke, he couldn't focus "How do you think you would do with all these children needing your attention?" He finds his papers and they go into the kitchen... I stay, I get down on the floor and start playing with the littlest children, now I see why she needed someone who was good with developmentally disabled children, the youngest were not "normal", they were nice anyway, we played jacks, after I got their attention. The baby was not old enough to speak, yet he perfectly mimics the voice of Robin Williams. It was eerie, at first I didn't know where the sound was coming from, I thought it was the TV, no, a radio? no, one of the other children playing a game with me? no, it was the baby, it sounded like a scratchy slow recording of Robin Williams, an imperfect album.... I thought about this... The dream was over I floated there were people, voices no sight except for colors, something wasn't right there was someone there that had evil intent I woke, feeling like if I hadn't I would have had another dream.