Lacunae

Dream times. Aug ‘24 In both these dreams I find myself dreaming that I’m in my bed, which I am…    1. I’m lying in bed, with a William Morris duvet cover, I’m waking up, slowly, and see the window is wide open. My foot/feet are sticking out of the duvet to the left of the double bed. I move my left foot down by 45 degrees and see that there are 2 purple birds sat perched next to the bed at foot level. Previously obscured by my feet. They are a pair, they look identical. Like pigeons crossed with parakeets. I try not to make any distractions as they might fly away. But hear in the corner behind me something moving about. I think it might be a cat, I do not own one at the moment, but keep an eye on the birds instead. I look closely at the birds and see a small insect / flea moving across its face / head. They are real. I’m still aware of the rummaging noise in the corner. 2. I’m in a quarry, we’ve just been moved there from another place which seemed quite normal. In this sp...

  https://deepimg.ai/ai-image-generator/ Under the bright daylight, I attend an outdoor theatre performance. The audience stands watching the actors, with wooden slats serving as a simple backdrop behind us to frame the performance space. The production shifts and we audience members are directed toward a new area for the next scene. The performers are improvising, and I'm expected to join in. As I interact with them, I become part of the show. During my participation, I suddenly grow enormous, standing tall above the small performers and the audience below. My body becomes  somewhat cartoonish—slightly grey, transparent and ghostlike. Strangely, no one notices this transformation. The change lasts only moments. I quickly return to normal size, back in my regular body, and continue participating in the performance as if the transformation has never happened.

 I find myself in a dream-version of Blackpool, grounded with my micro-flight—a compact, mini-plane that I’ve been flying. Now grounded, I’m  in a field, sharing the space with a burly man I barely know. He seems to know everything about the plane, though, and starts applying ointment to its rear surfaces. The plane’s fabric has the texture of soft leather, and as he works, massaging cream into the rear exhaust area, it strikes me as oddly sensual for him. The exhaust opening even resembles the puckered flesh of an animals backside, disturbingly lifelike. I look for a secluded backstreet to take off unnoticed. My search takes me to the promenade, where water rushes like a stream on the other side of the road.  Nearby, I go into a rough-looking pub. Inside, the space has been cleared of chairs, the floor dingy and black, but illuminated by colorful, 1980s-style disco lights. At the center of the room, five blonde children, aged around four to six, perform synchronized danc...

   I'm on the top floor of a huge department store. It's full of beds with partition screens around them and bits of furniture. It's a massive warehouse and it starts to get late and people start making up the beds on show for themselves for the evening. I return to my reserved space and bed and find a random woman who has already got into my bed and is now covered in a grey duvet. I pull the cover back and the woman tells me I should find another bed. She's cuddled by another woman who is lying behind her who is already asleep, I'm very put out by this and scramble to find another space. It's getting darker and all the other spaces are already taken.

  I’m in a large town / small city that is unfamiliar.  It feels old, like Portsmouth, and has some pretty bad architecture which could be described as brutalist and run down.  It feels like it’s a Market day, late afternoon.  I do not know where I am  going, but am not that bothered about this, there are old buildings and newer ones on either side of the street I am walking down which are in disrepair.  Like most English large towns.  I’m in one of the concrete large ’60s shopping centre-type buildings, and go through an indoor market (?) and through an exit,  I’m pretending like I know where I’m going to look assertive.  It’s very skanky and dilapidated, grim and falling apart,  there are some poor, malnourished, dirty-looking children around and I get past them and see a ramp, like a multi-story car park lit by old artificial fluorescent lighting, leading down into daylight. I see a peaceful, tranquil and pleasant riverside with p...

I'm in a room at the top of a house,  its Victorian in style over three levels,  a bit like my childhood home but it isn’t. I’m with a couple of young professors, they may be in white lab coats and have beards and glasses (not sure). The floor is covered in mud. They are very excited about my idea and going on and on and on about it excitedly; I can't remember what the actual idea was and I'm concentrating I'm keeping my shoes dry from the mud all around me, which I don’t think was there before and does not seem to affect the others.  We all go down to the middle landing via the stairs, I’m trying to avoid getting mud on the carpet.  into a bright, white room with a bathtub in the middle, sunken into the floor, avoiding the sticky mud which only seems to only be affecting me.  I'm guided by the young-looking professors who are still excited about my idea which I cannot remember at all .