Apr. 24th, 2020 12:44 pm
Such dreams
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muckefuckThis site is called "Dreamwidth" after all, so time for some dreams.
A couple nights ago, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. I noticed there were some black letters visible against the white ceiling, as if it had been papered with newsprint before being painted and the paint was flaking off. Also, some chunks were missing, giving it a deeply pitted appearance. I look up at the ceiling every single night; how had I never noticed this before? I realised I must be dreaming it, so I woke up.
I was lying in bed staring at the wall. I heard someone in the bathroom opposite. I suspected it was my brother. I didn't want him to know I was awake so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, which was challenging because I wasn't lying down flat but had my body raised at an odd angle. I heard him move to the right side of the bed. I got curious about what he was doing there, so I finally opened my eyes, but there was a thin cotton sheet draped over me so I couldn't see anything, just a dark silhouette. He seemed to be surveying the stacks of books and papers there. I pulled off the sheet to get a better view, and it was my older brother and he wasn't looking at the books but standing in the corner in a relaxed posture wearing a windbreaker and staring out into the room. Since he's dead, I realised this had to be another dream, so I woke up.
I was lying in bed. I wanted to tell my younger brother, who was staying with me, about my dream. I was about to call out to him but I wasn't sure if he'd hear me from upstairs. As luck would have it, he came down to use the bathroom--which is to the left of the bed in the master bedroom, not opposite it. I called to get his attention and he heard me and came into the room. I started to tell him about my dream but he said he had to get back upstairs because his wife needed something. So I got out of the bed and began to look for something to put on my feet, but all my thongs torn. I noticed someone else in the room, maybe my older brother? That was odd, so I woke up.
I was lying in bed. I realised I was alone in the house and I had to get up, go to the home office, and do work.
A couple nights ago, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. I noticed there were some black letters visible against the white ceiling, as if it had been papered with newsprint before being painted and the paint was flaking off. Also, some chunks were missing, giving it a deeply pitted appearance. I look up at the ceiling every single night; how had I never noticed this before? I realised I must be dreaming it, so I woke up.
I was lying in bed staring at the wall. I heard someone in the bathroom opposite. I suspected it was my brother. I didn't want him to know I was awake so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, which was challenging because I wasn't lying down flat but had my body raised at an odd angle. I heard him move to the right side of the bed. I got curious about what he was doing there, so I finally opened my eyes, but there was a thin cotton sheet draped over me so I couldn't see anything, just a dark silhouette. He seemed to be surveying the stacks of books and papers there. I pulled off the sheet to get a better view, and it was my older brother and he wasn't looking at the books but standing in the corner in a relaxed posture wearing a windbreaker and staring out into the room. Since he's dead, I realised this had to be another dream, so I woke up.
I was lying in bed. I wanted to tell my younger brother, who was staying with me, about my dream. I was about to call out to him but I wasn't sure if he'd hear me from upstairs. As luck would have it, he came down to use the bathroom--which is to the left of the bed in the master bedroom, not opposite it. I called to get his attention and he heard me and came into the room. I started to tell him about my dream but he said he had to get back upstairs because his wife needed something. So I got out of the bed and began to look for something to put on my feet, but all my thongs torn. I noticed someone else in the room, maybe my older brother? That was odd, so I woke up.
I was lying in bed. I realised I was alone in the house and I had to get up, go to the home office, and do work.