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Thursday, April 17, 2014

so last night...

I was running after a train (in a skirt and sandals, naturally), because I needed to get to the place. Unfortunately there were no handles on the side of the train I was running on, so I couldn't hop it. Out in the mountains we came across a train that had handles on the side I was on, but unfortunately it was going the other direction. I was frantic. I had to get on this train (which apparently I could run as fast as). But then the mountains opened up into a giant gorge, and there was no room for me to run beside the train as it hugged the side of the mountain. So I ran along the other side of the gorge, watching the train as it curved along the opposite mountain, nearing out of sight. And so I dove into the lake/sea at the bottom of the gorge and swam to the opposite shore. I then found myself in a grand old mansion, in a dimly lit formal dining room, sitting in a chair pulled back from a table set with fancy china, real silver, large candelabras, and the like. I was sitting next to the end of the table with a black man who was evidently a friend of mine sitting at the actual end. All of a sudden a stuffy, mean-spirited looking man with a 1930's looking mustache entered the room. He looked at me with a bit of disdain, yet with the knowledge that I had every right to be there, as I was as upper-class as he. Suddenly I was very aware of the fact that I was dripping wet, getting water all over the antique chair and the plush red carpet. I then saw him look at my friend, and was furious at what I saw. Self-righteous hatred lined his face at finding a black man in that house, at that table, sitting with a high-society white woman. "I suppose you've come for that to which you feel you are already entitled," meaning, of course, me.
I was livid. How dare he speak to and act toward my friend like that! How dare he have that attitude! No, this friend and I were not dating, but how dare that man insinuate that if we were it would be a terrible blight on not only ourselves, but all of society! How dare he be so full of ignorant hatred!
I woke up before whatever happened next. Probably because I was so worked up I couldn't take it anymore.

3 Comments:

Blogger chelleybutton said...

I never remember my dreams in such detail! This seems like a very noble dream. :) Mine are usually running from something or searching for something. Perhaps that's symbolic? But I had a dream the other night (I very rarely remember my dreams) that involved Mr. Darcy. I don't think I'd dreamed of him before. We were at the wedding of someone I'm friends with on Facebook but never met in real life. I thought it was odd that I was meeting her at her wedding. And all I remember is that it was outdoors and there were very interesting people in attendance. Like some with painted faces. And I remember part of the interaction with Mr. Darcy. ;)

But back to your dream: you are so right. How dare that guy treat your friend like that?

Friday, April 18, 2014 at 11:42:00 PM CDT  
Blogger melilotnfosco said...

some with painted faces? interesting. please don't do that at my wedding. :)
it was a crazy-detailed, like watching a movie-type dream. very intense. the one good thing about evil man treating my friend like that, is that in real life the friend is a guy who goes to my small group whom I've never actually met, but then because of this dream he was on my mind and I prayed for him the whole way to work. it was kind of cool. :)

Friday, April 18, 2014 at 11:49:00 PM CDT  
Blogger HonorMommy said...

I love your comment, Mel.

And I have vivid movie dreams all the time too...I wonder why some people do and some people don't...

Tuesday, May 6, 2014 at 12:46:00 AM CDT  

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