[bemused] What a very odd sequence of dreams...
Kept swapping between being
in the dream, in the minds of the people in the dream, and watching the whole thing from outside. The first featured a character whose perception of reality was distinctly skewed: possibly autistic? He was about mid-thirties, I think, and always rode a bicycle, had no connection to any other person, just the things in his head. Which actually made for a vibrant existence - for a while I was
in his mind, seeing through his eyes. Objects were simplified, looking almost child-like; all the colours were bright clear pastels. And he perceived his life as an endless cycle ride, through fields, through seas (an oddly Oriental scene, with koi in the water and a swan on the surface), through the sky at one point. It felt like being constantly on the verge of freewheeling down a hill so steep it simply seemed to drop away when you stood at the top - like being always at the top of a high roller-coaster. It also never ended: I got the impression of a wheel, like a hamster wheel but the bike was on the
outside, not the inside. Does that make sense? It was alarming and exhilarating at the same time.
Then he suddenly lost his personal reality, and found himself in the grey world.
At that point I switched viewpoints and was outside watching as he struggled - unsuccessfully - to cope with 'real life'. (I wasn't the only person watching, but more on that in a moment.) He was still on the bike, but now it was fixed to a treadwheel while the scenery went past behind him as he searched for his life. (He eventually regained it, though I'm not sure how, but his hold on his own reality would be tentative ever after, with a constant risk of falling back into the 'real world'...)
There was a small audience watching the fixed-bike-moving-scenery section (I know there's a term for that but I can't remember what it is... diorama is the word that springs to mind but that's something else.) The people beside me were a dwarf (as in a person suffering from dwarfism, not as in Gimli) with a mild degree of Down's Syndrome (I perceived it as Down's since that's the condition I'm most familiar with because of my brother) and his friend. Friend here meaning person who shared his life and apparently bed, given what they were doing. I couldn't tell whether this person was male or female, but s/he was behind the dwarf, nuzzling his neck then moving onto his ear. Then s/he said, "I'd pay for the plastic surgery, you know." The dwarf frowned and said "For what?". Person answered, "To make your ears smaller and neater. Not that I mind big, sticking out ears. I mean, look at Desdamona..."
At which point the scene in front of us changed to what looked like a sort of porn film (from inside his/her head I assumed) suspended in mid-air, with a female 'demon' - oiled red skin, backward swept horns, fangs, short black and red hair, large pointed ears and very big breasts (with an odd patch of wrinkled brown skin on the underside of each) - straddling a prone figure surrounded and half-covered with furs. The demon was stroking herself, head back and eyes closed. The image faded after a moment, changing to the outside of a mobile dressing room, and a second or two later the door opened and the demon - Desdamona - came out. Offscreen she had much smaller, rounded ears and an almost boyish figure, though the horns, fangs and red skin were hers. She was dressed in black and red leather. She gave the dwarf and his friend a cheeky grin and said "What, you think I look like that in real life? You want to know the truth, ask Anne." (Anne was her girlfriend and had been the figure below her in the film. No idea how I knew that!)
At this point I woke. Perhaps fortunately. And I must state here that I accept no responsibility for the things my mind comes up with! Well, unless I can use them in a story, that is...
Kai saw a very ugly clock in St Pete's Hospice shop window, £20 (which I think is a rip off). He wants to buy it though, and has done some work for me over the weekend in order to get the cash (we have an agreement that I'll pay him for dusting his room. It suits us both: he's happy to earn the money, and I don't have to shift all his stuff around to get underneath - and knock things off shelves, which is what happened last time. Not to mention that I absolutely
loathe housework...) Ken's off to take back the DVDs - his back has improved greatly with the time off he's had and he's now trying gentle walks to get back to normal - and Kai's going with him to see if the clock is still in the shop window. Would it be terribly mean of me to say I hope it's been sold? It's similar to one he already has, and for the price he could get something much better, I'm sure...
[sigh] Pollen count must be high today - I'm sneezing like nobody's business. Time for some more honey, perhaps.
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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