Dream: Rainbow in the Dark Redux

The ninja and I were alongside a building set upon a hill. It was night, and rather cloudy, and the faint glow of the moon was visible from behind the clouds (in the south). A rainbow split through the clouds and arced across the entire sky, south to north, I believe. There was no dip towards the earth in either case, and I could walk under it and see that it was three-dimensional, like a twisted ribbon rippling in the air. I kept commenting to the ninja about how wonderful it was, and he slipped and nearly fell on the hill’s wet grass. It was drizzling slightly.

I mentioned again how awesome and beautiful it was, and he seemed to be rather frustrated with being there, cold and wet, and people (two girls) appeared in a north facing window of the building (to the south of us) and I made a startled sound that was quite loud.

Dream 3:

I must have been walking around before I looked at myself in the mirror, and I remember talking to my mom right before it, but I was wearing a bright blue wig that looked like it would glow under black lights. It was long, but had two short little pigtails on top. I was also wearing dark bloody red lipstick that was worn off in places, and fake eyelashes. I looked at the lipstick up close and realized that my skin looked very old somehow more textured and not quite as smooth as it usually is. I thought about how I would draw the wig and lipstick for a dream journal, but I wasn’t sure if that’s how it was when I awoke or if I became faintly aware that I was dreaming. I was also wearing this kind of shimmery burgundy vest, with nothing underneath it. I started to unbutton it and pulled off the wig, and my hair was much longer, about midway down my upper arm, and thought about Cloud’s sister and her hair, because it seemed somewhat similar.

In the mirror if I tilted my head a certain way, I could see through the back of my head, reflected on the mirror. I could lift my tongue back into Khechari mudra, and there was a space where I could see this split where the nasal passages met the throat, and when I sniffed, I could feel something cold and metal rising in it. At first I thought I had stuck a pen in the passage, then pulled this metal can from the passage. It looked more like a horseshoe sort of opening.

Dream: Bike in the washing machine

The ninja and I were in my room at my mom’s house. There was a washing machine in the room, and I knew I had put my bicycle in it before to clean it, but I couldn’t figure out how it was supposed to work. I thought I’d have to take the front wheel off or something, and looked at it for a long time trying to figure it out, but when I tried to put it in, it went easily.

I started putting clothes in it as well, realizing only belatedly that the grease from the chain would get all over everything, and pulled out the clothes. Then I wondered why I was doing laundry right now when we were going so soon to the ninja’s mom’s house. I figured the bike was plenty clean by now and took it out of the washing machine. Then the ninja told me Christina had called, so I went to her house. She looked surprised to see me, and said she had called at 9:36. I said she couldn’t have because it was 9:38 now.

She also seemed to have a different apartment. Stuck onto this wall outside the place was a picture of the two of us, each sitting on a chair and looking somewhere other than the camera. My hair was a lot longer in the picture. She had two bathrooms as well, and I was confused about why she’d have two.

Dream: Wooden Labyrinth

I think earlier in the dream I was on a stage, dressed up as a character for this show that I think was being put on for the president. Then it seemed like there was a lock up about to occur, where everyone was going to be captured and/or arrested, so I fled. It seemed like there was some kind of resistance movement that I seemed to be a part of, but I had no memory of planning anything.

I ran through this hallway that was quite dark, and saw a flash from a photograph being taken and thought “now they’ll be able to recognize me.”

The escape route I found looked as though a wooden labyrinthine walkway was built over the water. One was a zip line sort of thing, but instead of rolling on ball bearings, a rope was being pulled, so various explosions were triggered, guns were fired, the walkway below would collapse into the water. The second zipline looked as though it had been used already, and I had to pull the rope all the way loose to the beginning in order to use it. Nets were stretched out over the water, so falling into it was basically an assurance of drowning. It didn’t seem like a feasible escape route for all of the people waiting for me to return.

The last section of this maze that I encountered was a freshly constructed room with trip wires and various cameras set to detect movement. I saw a round of crossbow bolts that were fired using air compression and I used a sheet of plywood to catch the bolts triggered by movement on the cameras. It was taking too long to move in and out of the shot to trigger the bolts so I looked over, saw a digital camera in a case, and closed the lid on the case. The entire “clip” of crossbow bolts were then fired, and I caught them in the plywood.

I didn’t really want to continue past that room because I’d nearly gotten nailed by the automatic weapon trap, and I didn’t have any weapons of my own. I went to pull a couple crossbow bolts from the wood, but they ended up being more like darts than anything. I wondered why they would try to stop someone with darts instead of crossbow bolts, but I kept three of them in my hand in case they’d be useful.

(11:11 am) After I returned from scouting the labyrinth I saw myself on television, a video clip of myself earlier on stage, and realized it was unlikely that I would ever be recognized from the video footage because I had been well padded, had latex apparatuses on my face, a wig, a moustache and a large flannel shirt. I looked like a rounder version of Al from Home Improvement.

In the newspaper, there was a picture I remembered that had been taken when I had first escaped from the theatre area, and I’d hoped I was unrecognizable then, but instead of a picture of me there was a picture of a young black guy who was kind of smiling at the camera, and I could see a part of my own shoulder, but I wasn’t recognizable as the white girl that I am. I wondered if there were other pictures, and that one was released to stir up unrest and mislead the public.

There was something about being on a bus crammed with people as well, perhaps as an escape vehicle? It seems like the crowded aisle was the part that stuck out the most in my mind.

There was also a section where I was walking through the mall or some place with a line of food vendors, and someone I have had many classes with was selling coffee or something, calling out to passerby to try some.