October 16, 2003
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Well it’s time for dreamtime with Candace again, or maybe it should be… proof Candace needs psychiatric help. It was 3:30 AM last night, only about three hours since I had gone to bed, and of course I woke up on my back and completely freaked out from some hideous dream. You know I have nightmares when I don’t sleep on my back, but the only time I wake up with heart racing is when I’ve somehow rolled over onto my back. I much prefer curling up in the fetal position in the corner of my bed with my pillows, but that’s just me.
Now if I had any prospects of marriage or were even seeing someone, I’d be completely unhinged, but I’ve never so much as been asked out by anyone and don’t know anyone about to get married, so I really don’t know what to make of this dream.
It was really like two dreams overlapping. I was seeing both at the same time. They would seem to have nothing in common, but the bad parts seemed to be a commentary on the “normal” parts.
So there I was, getting ready for marriage, not that this is not a surreal event in and of itself, but there were some bizarre moments incorporated into even what others would consider the “normal” portion of the dream. Like I found a wedding dress, and I wasted no time in dressing in it right there -as if finding the dress took precedence over actually having a prospective mate. It was in three pieces -long hippyish, embroidered skirt, shirt of same material, and a short beaded and embroidered vest/coat thingie. Then I went to a salon to have my hair done even though I just planned to take care of it myself. This flamboyant pair of stylists insisted on taking over though. They were seriously like Sigfreid and Roy. I think even dream stylists get all excited when they see long hair. (I haven’t been to get my hair done since I was about eleven because they all see it and reach for the scissors.)
They made me lean over so they could check out my scalp and hair. They sifted my hair through their fingers, and showed me all these split ends and these weird bumps on my scalp. For some reason I was standing looking over their shoulder as they showed me these things. (Maybe they took off my head, heh.) Anyway, Sigfreid and Roy, the hairdressers, insisted I needed some kind of heat treatment for my “damaged” hair.
So like I said, it was really two dreams. All the while this wedding prep was going on, I kept flashing to this other place. I don’t know if the people were actually soldiers, but they were definitely armed. I am sure they were being observed, so I think it was some kind of entertainment. They were being sent into this arena/maze to fight these horrible things, but it was a complete slaughter. In addition to the “stock” monsters you might see in any horror movie, and the weird-ass monsters you’ll only find in dreams, there were these horrible metallic statues that no one could get past (like mini-versions of the living statue in Jason and the Argonauts which I haven’t seen since I was around 9). They were Greco-Roman things that moved really fast and pretty much ripped people apart. They were in this one section of the maze that everyone had to get past to get out, but no one could.
All the while they hunted people down, snippets of monotone comments on family and life sounded as if they were trying to get you to give up (which is why it seemed a commentary on the underlying dream). The voices were saying things like “nine to five,” “the wife and kids,” “working to live” etc, and not in a good way. It was the creepiest thing.
I was the last person in the maze (not that I was actually me) and I kept thinking these things had to have an Achilles heel, and then there was an Achilles statue chasing me as two others went after my companions.
At the same time, the stylists were trying to convince me I needed this heat treatment. They were showing me my split ends and the weird bumps on my scalp, and they wanted me to go into this “heat treatment room,” but I knew if I did, I’d be magically transported to that arena/maze and die like the rest. Even though I was already there in the overlying dream.
