dreams

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So I've been having those dreams again, and I'm deeply ambivalent about that. You get to hear all about it,
I walk into the room, and it's a very evening sunlight/warm colors/dramatic shadows kind of room. There's a piece of what almost looks like pink granite, roughly shoulder height, next to the windows. The looks-like-stone is a living thing, and she's a friend. I don't know what she is, but she knows me. We talk, and I mess around in the sandy dust on the floor, drawing patterns and sprinkling the dust into lines and rows of dots like landscapes drawn on graphing paper. There's not a lot we have in common, but we're cool anyway. I go on to another dream I can't remember, one of the standard kind that don't make much sense.

Later that night, or days later in dream-time, I'm back, and the light is warm, but not as warm. It's a little earlier in the afternoon, it's a lot brighter, and the stone is a whiter pinkish brown. It's not stone in this light, it's more like a thousand mica-composite layers of black and pale grey and rust red. I never touch the stone, but I kind of want to. Am I the only person who has inhibitions in dreams that they don't have while awake? When do I ever NOT touch things? Anyway, we just sort of chill. I lay on the ground next to the doorway, and think about pulling stalks of grass away from the frame, which I also don't do. The dream ends.

The next night and she's there again, or I'm there again, and the stone pillar-thing and the room only ever show up together, so I wonder if they're not separate things in my head. I wonder this in the dream, and in real life. I don't ask because it would be rude to pry into the personal existence of an archetype so obviously important to me. Most of you know of my haphazard relationship with the rules of etiquette, so you'll understand why I'm currently puzzled about the actions of my dream-self. Why the polite distance? Why the stone at all?
I seriously need a SONAR kit for my head.

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A thought struck me, but as it's far too forward of me to post it in your journal for others to read, I'll post it in my journal with a friends filter that only lets you read it.

And when I wondered if I should tell you this weird thought that crossed my mind, I thought, "WWHD? - What Would Heidi Do?", and I realized you'd throw propriety to teh wind and just *say* it.

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As to why the stone? Maybe it's sort of like say, the trees in Narnia or the Ents in LotR. They last longer and as such, have more knowledge about things and subconsiously (sp?) she commands respect and "all due diffrence" b/c of who she is, obscure knowledge. I dunno, that was just my thought...