seshat's blog post - dream

Well, Alpina, you must have magical powers... I usually don't remember my dreams, but last night I had a really weird one. Even Freud would have a tough case with this


I was in an underground parking lot with my parents. In my hand I had a postcard, and on the back it had a blotched out map of the parking lot, with a new map drawn below it. We follow the path on the map, and we come to a crossroads. We go past the crossraods, and arrive at a fork in the road, two white paths. We take the left white path, and suddenly the ceiling is really high, so high that you can barely see it, it's only noticeable by a weird color in the light... Alongside the path are houses. Wooden houses like I saw in Norway, but they seem so transparent...

We arrive at the house we're expected in, we're going to spend the night there. We're in a bedroom in some sort of outhouse, and there's an old fashioned dollhouse, with some stuffed animals in from my realy childhood, which "they" put there especially for me. I tell myself that I should take a picture of the dollhouse later.

I go to the main house, over a small lawn. There are holes everywhere. And ants crawling everywhere. I run into the kitchen, but the floor is crawling with ants, not just small ones, but also ants as big as my hand, and they are carrying larvae. It seems that the owners of the house had wanted to exterminate the ants in the garden, and now they were running wild, trying to save themselves and their offspring. I'm running around, trying to keep the ants from crawling on me. I even grab on to a doorpost and lift myself off the ground, in order to escape them. We run into another room. It has some windows, covered in huge ants. Suddenly we see an air shaft, with a boy in it. I recognise him as being related to me, but only in the dream.

All of a sudden we are outside, we have escaped. We are running through some woods, towards a dock, behind us, chasing us, are no longer ants, but human looking cats. We run onto the boat, someone turns on the engine and we quickly leave the dock. The boat is made of metal, and painted white, but really rusty and old. I ask whether there aren't any leaks. "we'll see" is the answer. Soon the boat starts to sink, the water comes over the sides of the boat, but we are still going forward, as if nothing is wrong. The boat is the solution to us being chased, my mind tells me.

We go down below, and dive into the water. I remember seeing myself, and I look like Kathryn Janeway from Star Trek Voyager. There are rows and rows of skulls, their mouths covered in moss. It feels mysterious and haunted. Suddenly I'm grabbed, I struggle to get loose, I need to go up for air. I finally manage to get myself free and manage to gasp for air just in time. I'm convinced that it was a ghost that grabbed me. I dive back down, and see that it is not a ghost, it's a man and a woman, with a mischievous plan. Something to do with a coin, and some sort of strobe/flash light that they show me, but I squint my eyes, and whatever they had hoped that would happen didn't occur. The person I'm with, a man, helps to grab the two culprits.

But as he holds the assailants, I see something transparent slide through the water, to the surface of the water. Two shapes, four-legged creatures with abstract lines. I grab one of them, around the neck, but it is too strong and escapes. We go back to the dock, thinking that whatever the problem was, it was olved now. By the dock we then see two grey dogs, and we think we're in trouble again. But the dogs welcome us, they're friendly. But they don't have any front legs, only hind legs, and we caress them.