November 22, 2003
-
Well, another strange dream for me, though certainly not a real nightmare.
I was at a bizarre. It’s a place I’ve dreamed of before actually. It’s outdoors and some of the stalls are very close with tables piled high with wares for sale. Other parts are wide open with lots of room to walk through. Both junk and treasures, fine cloth and foods, whatever you want really, can be found there. The place is more or less permanent too -wooden stalls with cloth “doors.”
Perhaps I’ve read too much de Lint, but I wonder if others have dreamed of this place. It’s so real. You can feel and smell and see everything.
I was wandering around the stalls and this ganster/mafia guy was following me around. He was kind of cute in a bad-boy way. I think he wanted to pick my pocket or something. I was very hungry, so I stopped at a food place, but they were packing up for the night and weren’t making any more sandwichs. So I bought a pre-wrapped soggy tuna sub. When I tried to eat it though, it fell apart. I started to cry because I didn’t have any more money left to buy something else.
The Mafia guy laughed at me, and I said, “Oh, you think that’s funny do you? I’ve seen you around, and I don’t like you!” and I shoved what was left in my hands in his face before shoving it down his shirt. Now that was funny!
Then of course, I took off. I guess he was some kind of big-wig because he sent this big guy lumbering after me for making everyone laugh at him, and he chased me all the way to a cliff. I didn’t give it much thought as I jumped into the river, and as the hitman (or whatever he was) stood on the bridge, I floated back down the river past the bizarre like I was drowned. Then I turned into a mermaid and swam back up underwater and he was none the wiser.
It’s not the first time I’ve gotten in trouble at the Dream-bizarre. One time there were a group of fae visiting and being very rude to one of the people minding a stall, so I told them off. Big mistake because then they got angry at me and were chasing me around the bizarre. Luckily the merchants and stall-keepers appreciated my coming to their defense and hid me in some kind of shed which transported me elsewhere via a wind.
I have the coolest dreams. hehe
Comments (4)
your dreams are so awesome. they’re all like a movie and stuff. mine have like no consistency
i have really great dreams as well. much like yours. i have yet to dream of that particular bazaar. i mean, im quite sure yours is different. I have dreamed of them though. usually i have nightmares (i LOVE nightmares). They usually involve me running away from somthing hideous, but something i have to fight them.
I love it when I dream! I really feel sad for people who dream in black a white and can’t smell or feel things. Isn’t that sad? They’re missing out.
I’ve been dreaming since I was a child. I mostly like my nightmares too. They’re great fodder for my writing. When people tell me they don’t dream, I’m kind of shocked. I can’t imagine not having dreams.