Dreamcatcher
I had the strangest dream last night. I tend to have really long, weird dreams every time I dream (which is often). It's usually like I'm just living another (odd) day while I sleep. But my dream last night was different because it felt like it could be one of those dreams that could be interpreted as having some sort of deep meaning.
I don't really believe that dreams are particularly representative of anything. Often I can link every bizarre, twisted thing that occurred in my dream to something that happened in the previous day.
I couldn't to begin with, but now I think I'm finding some links for last night's dream.
I dreamed that I was still at my first year dorm, and I had to play football in this huge arena for everyone to watch. I think I've dreamed of this arena before- it was kind of similar to a Greek arena. I was filling in for some girl who looked like Darla from The Little Rascals (yeah, I know), and I had to pretend to be her.
But we were playing football in an ice skating rink, and I cannot ice skate! Once we got down to the rink, though, they said we didn't have to use skates, and I looked around and everyone was just wearing street shoes.
I went in and slipped a bit at first, and used some strange mix of moving crouched down low and walking on my hands and knees. I'm pretty sure it was snowing within the rink, and the walls were just like the ones at a normal ice skating rink- waist height barriers around the edge I suppose.
But the ice melted really fast from the body heat of all the players- we were playing 11-a-side football on a 'court' that was the size of a netball court. Suddenly the water was at about ankle height so I stood up. At this point we were all still warming up, or getting used to the conditions or something.
All of a sudden the water was up to my neck and I doing breaststroke to get to the centre line.
The water went down again and there were dark, damp wooden planks with wee gaps between them for the floor. Not like plain planks, but stained wood that you'd have on a decking. There was moss growing on some of them, and the climate was suddenly very similar to that of a rainforest- humid, warm, and I'm pretty sure I heard birdsong.
The game began, and my team (which I barely remember, but I know had a couple of very tall guys) pretty much all ran to the other team's half trying to attack. I eventually hung back because no one else would defend. There was suddenly a big net all the way around the court and one right in the middle that separated both halves, with only a gap big enough for a football to fit through at the bottom.
Then I noticed that there were suddenly multiple balls in play. It had been that they were sitting off to the side, but some girl in the opposition had suddenly decided they were part of the match. I tried to kick some their way to my teammates, but most got caught in the bottom of the net.
Someone from the other team scored an awesome goal, that somehow fit through the side of the net in the middle, and flew straight into the right corner of our net. I moved into goalie after that.
Then I noticed we had shadecloths above us like the ones they often have at playgrounds, and there were two balls stuck on top. I jumped really high and and hit them out, and a huge amout of water spilled out with them onto the court.
Suddenly the court wasn't rectangular anymore, it had a kink in the centre line, so if I was in goal I couldn't see the other goal at the other end because they were around a corner.
The arena disappeared and the court was just on a hill. I kicked a few balls and they rolled out of the nets and down the road. I'm pretty sure the road was Pitt Street in Dunedin, or led onto it.
I left the court and ran after them down the road, and decided I wouldn't go back, and in my mind I drew some really profound moral from all of this.
And I can't remember the moral!
I remember visualising a diamond ring (or maybe it was a ring like the one Alfalfa gives Darla in The Little Rascals) lying on the wooden planks on the court, and the moral was something to do with that.
I feel like it was something close to, "Money isn't everything."
But that's not quite it....
I don't really believe that dreams are particularly representative of anything. Often I can link every bizarre, twisted thing that occurred in my dream to something that happened in the previous day.
I couldn't to begin with, but now I think I'm finding some links for last night's dream.
I dreamed that I was still at my first year dorm, and I had to play football in this huge arena for everyone to watch. I think I've dreamed of this arena before- it was kind of similar to a Greek arena. I was filling in for some girl who looked like Darla from The Little Rascals (yeah, I know), and I had to pretend to be her.
But we were playing football in an ice skating rink, and I cannot ice skate! Once we got down to the rink, though, they said we didn't have to use skates, and I looked around and everyone was just wearing street shoes.
I went in and slipped a bit at first, and used some strange mix of moving crouched down low and walking on my hands and knees. I'm pretty sure it was snowing within the rink, and the walls were just like the ones at a normal ice skating rink- waist height barriers around the edge I suppose.
But the ice melted really fast from the body heat of all the players- we were playing 11-a-side football on a 'court' that was the size of a netball court. Suddenly the water was at about ankle height so I stood up. At this point we were all still warming up, or getting used to the conditions or something.
All of a sudden the water was up to my neck and I doing breaststroke to get to the centre line.
The water went down again and there were dark, damp wooden planks with wee gaps between them for the floor. Not like plain planks, but stained wood that you'd have on a decking. There was moss growing on some of them, and the climate was suddenly very similar to that of a rainforest- humid, warm, and I'm pretty sure I heard birdsong.
The game began, and my team (which I barely remember, but I know had a couple of very tall guys) pretty much all ran to the other team's half trying to attack. I eventually hung back because no one else would defend. There was suddenly a big net all the way around the court and one right in the middle that separated both halves, with only a gap big enough for a football to fit through at the bottom.
Then I noticed that there were suddenly multiple balls in play. It had been that they were sitting off to the side, but some girl in the opposition had suddenly decided they were part of the match. I tried to kick some their way to my teammates, but most got caught in the bottom of the net.
Someone from the other team scored an awesome goal, that somehow fit through the side of the net in the middle, and flew straight into the right corner of our net. I moved into goalie after that.
Then I noticed we had shadecloths above us like the ones they often have at playgrounds, and there were two balls stuck on top. I jumped really high and and hit them out, and a huge amout of water spilled out with them onto the court.
Suddenly the court wasn't rectangular anymore, it had a kink in the centre line, so if I was in goal I couldn't see the other goal at the other end because they were around a corner.
The arena disappeared and the court was just on a hill. I kicked a few balls and they rolled out of the nets and down the road. I'm pretty sure the road was Pitt Street in Dunedin, or led onto it.
I left the court and ran after them down the road, and decided I wouldn't go back, and in my mind I drew some really profound moral from all of this.
And I can't remember the moral!
I remember visualising a diamond ring (or maybe it was a ring like the one Alfalfa gives Darla in The Little Rascals) lying on the wooden planks on the court, and the moral was something to do with that.
I feel like it was something close to, "Money isn't everything."
But that's not quite it....
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