Anadyr Islands
07-06-2006, 09:30
Well,I just woke up and I'm stealing-er,I mean downloading music off the internet,so here's something to do while I wait.I had a weird dream just now,and I may as well record it now,in case I forget later,which is usually the case with dreams.
There's two parts to my dream.
The first part is me going to my country of origin,Uzbekistan,and visiting some people in their home.I myself had never seen them,but during the dream I felt very casual with them for some reason.They then introduced me to their daughter,who was a bit older than myself.Not too much though.I've never seen her before,but I remember somewhat what she looked like.She had long black hair,a very pale white face and I think her features were caucasian.She was fairly attractive,and wore lots of black.I don't remember exact details,so I can't describe it any better.She's the only one I really remember.Mabye she was Russian,if this was set in Uzbekistan.Anyways,then they told me she could play the guitar,an instrument I could play also.She played for a bit and then I asked to play,which she didn't want to do at first.Her parents then coaxed her to give it to me,and I took it.I started to play and suddenly she told me I wasn't playing it right,and her parents began to agree with her.Then it ended after I saw the parent's faces and the parents shaking their heads.
I then woke up in real life,just a bit earlier than I usually did so I decided to go back to sleep.
This time,it was in Uzbekistan again,and I was a poor,homeless person,it seemed.I was wearing rags and had flip-flops on my feet.And then for some reason,all these people I know from school were there.However,these people were leaving this year because they graduated a few days ago.Not that I really was friends with these people,but who knows.For some reason,they treated me normally.We then went to the movies.Don't ask.Everyone else treated me like they would treat a beggar,but my schoolmates didn't.When we sat down in the theatre,I fell in love with a girl I saw by herself.Again,don't ask.She was also slightly older than me(Note that I never saw myself in a mirror in any of these dreams,so I could have been older too,to compensate).We had a drama-movie style tension filled scene with a lot of silence and movements towards and away.Then,when the movie ended,she stared at me for a painfully long time before shaking her head and leaving.I was devastated in the dream,and felt quite sad.My graduated schoolmates comforted me,but I was rather inconsolable,though I wasn't crying or anything.Then,I realized,that I left my flip-flops back in the theatre,so I ran back to get them.I got them,and I saw some middle-aged,rather obese American(I could tell from the accent) still in their seats talking about something,which they talked about playfully and laughed about.I don't remember what they were saying,but I remember it was something philosphical and something I could understand.Then I left,and I went back to where I last saw my schoolmates.They weren't there,so I went to the street,and saw some random guy,also in black,with black hair and with an albino complexion,arguing on the cell-phone with his friend or his girlfried(I don't remember,but it wasn't his mother or anything),and I remember it was distinctly in American English.I then reached for my own cell-phone,from a seemingly non-existant pocket I had(I wasn't looking,so I don't know where I got it from),and looked at the screen.It had something on it,but I woke up almost instantly after I saw the screen,so I can't remember what I saw.
And now,here I am.So,what's your take on my personal night-time insanity?
There's two parts to my dream.
The first part is me going to my country of origin,Uzbekistan,and visiting some people in their home.I myself had never seen them,but during the dream I felt very casual with them for some reason.They then introduced me to their daughter,who was a bit older than myself.Not too much though.I've never seen her before,but I remember somewhat what she looked like.She had long black hair,a very pale white face and I think her features were caucasian.She was fairly attractive,and wore lots of black.I don't remember exact details,so I can't describe it any better.She's the only one I really remember.Mabye she was Russian,if this was set in Uzbekistan.Anyways,then they told me she could play the guitar,an instrument I could play also.She played for a bit and then I asked to play,which she didn't want to do at first.Her parents then coaxed her to give it to me,and I took it.I started to play and suddenly she told me I wasn't playing it right,and her parents began to agree with her.Then it ended after I saw the parent's faces and the parents shaking their heads.
I then woke up in real life,just a bit earlier than I usually did so I decided to go back to sleep.
This time,it was in Uzbekistan again,and I was a poor,homeless person,it seemed.I was wearing rags and had flip-flops on my feet.And then for some reason,all these people I know from school were there.However,these people were leaving this year because they graduated a few days ago.Not that I really was friends with these people,but who knows.For some reason,they treated me normally.We then went to the movies.Don't ask.Everyone else treated me like they would treat a beggar,but my schoolmates didn't.When we sat down in the theatre,I fell in love with a girl I saw by herself.Again,don't ask.She was also slightly older than me(Note that I never saw myself in a mirror in any of these dreams,so I could have been older too,to compensate).We had a drama-movie style tension filled scene with a lot of silence and movements towards and away.Then,when the movie ended,she stared at me for a painfully long time before shaking her head and leaving.I was devastated in the dream,and felt quite sad.My graduated schoolmates comforted me,but I was rather inconsolable,though I wasn't crying or anything.Then,I realized,that I left my flip-flops back in the theatre,so I ran back to get them.I got them,and I saw some middle-aged,rather obese American(I could tell from the accent) still in their seats talking about something,which they talked about playfully and laughed about.I don't remember what they were saying,but I remember it was something philosphical and something I could understand.Then I left,and I went back to where I last saw my schoolmates.They weren't there,so I went to the street,and saw some random guy,also in black,with black hair and with an albino complexion,arguing on the cell-phone with his friend or his girlfried(I don't remember,but it wasn't his mother or anything),and I remember it was distinctly in American English.I then reached for my own cell-phone,from a seemingly non-existant pocket I had(I wasn't looking,so I don't know where I got it from),and looked at the screen.It had something on it,but I woke up almost instantly after I saw the screen,so I can't remember what I saw.
And now,here I am.So,what's your take on my personal night-time insanity?