nightmare
I had a nightmare last night, but it was all day residue, and yesterday residue and the day before yesterday residue.I dreamt I was in a park and met with Jean, who set a deadline for me to travel to fetch something in Minneapolis at 6:00 am the next morning. It sounded very interesting, but I also ran into Pam and Al from work, and they mentioned that I was forgetting another commitment, which made me feel a little stressed, but I decided I would leave at 6:00 am anyway. It seemed people traveled in this park by golf-cart. I was on foot. I walked off and entered a building that appeared to be for storage. there were several doors to enter or exit. It was dark and seemed like a large barn or warehouse. Someone was following me. It was a not so tall person in a yellow hooded garment (a rain coat, yet not shiny.) I asked who it was a few times, and there were more, up to five additional folk and they were all exactly the same as the first. Because they were so bizarre, I felt assured they meant me harm, and only let one get close enough to see the face, which was a mask that was like a doll's face. It almost looked real, although none of the features moved. The face had no eyebrows, and was plastic, but again not shiny. So I started to run from them, and all these eyebrowless, masked, short, potential murderers in bright yellow were chasing me! There was a door and I was trying to scream for help, but couldn't. As I reached the door, I awoke, and caught myself yelling "Help!" outloud. Thankfully I yell quietly and no one heard.
Why would I be afraid of sunny yellow, plastic faced little people?
I'd e-mailed Jean about a project and focused on photos for the night, some with repetitive pics of people. I needed to get into work really early to close some modules before others arrived, so there's the 6:00. The bridge collapse in Minneapolis is still on my mind. The park. I'm always around the park, and have been around parks in other places. We had a particularly savage murder at the local park a few years ago, and they were pretty common in the park across the street from my former residence in Texas. I worked at a golf course in that state, so that could explain golf carts. The other day, I saw a local person sun themselves as is done in the Pacific NW with all the clothes on, long sleeves, long pants and shoes, sometimes parkas, spread out, unmoving, flat out on the ground.
I always wonder....so are they alive? I want to walk right over and say "get up!" Any self-respecting North Dakotan knows that you need to wear less clothes if you're going to sun-bathe.
It's nice to know why something bugs you, but it doesn't always explain why it's bugging you today. I see people dozing in the park all the time, really. I don't know why it is enough to turn a dream.
But it turns and becomes macabre with little, unshiny people in raincoats chasing you around. It reminds me of an old horror novel, Du Maurier "Don't Look Now."
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