I am in a skyscraper with Niel Huffaker and others. Every floor is ground level. On top, there is an African hovel/mansion. All I ever saw of it were the kitchen and living room where Phil and I were staying. There was a group of researchers, including dad, who were studying flies. We trapped a fly the size of a housecat inside and "studied" it. Not sure. I had to drive away the housecat fly from the inside of the house with a stick. I then had to block an overalls-wearing turkey-buzzard combo with no feathers from coming inside. (Africa is weird.) It was then, standing at the door, that I saw Africa for the first time. It looked like Oklahoma.
The kitchen was filthy but was nice under the grime (it looked like painters worked there), and the living room was amazing (in the style of old people who started poor and got rich--poorness with a layer of sumptuousness right over top. It was lush and extravagant, but simple and honest. I hated the dichotomy of the living room right next to the kitchen, so I decided to clean. I had on my nice sweater though, so we discussed movies while I tried to think of a solution. People randomly entered and talked about . . . Sandra Bullock? The Blind Side was mentioned. I tapered off and woke up.
Most interesting fact: I woke up multiple times. Whenever I was waking up, my dream-self walked out a door of the building. Whenever I fell asleep, the first thing I could remember was an atrium or entry-way or the door to my back.
That's so awesome! Whenever I go back and forth, it's always like I've just been daydreaming--like the opposite of what happens when you lose focus in class.
ReplyDeleteWow, that sounds like a crazy-but-highly-interesting dream! I can assure you that, while some parts of Africa might look like Oklahoma, where I am does not. Also, if I saw that overall-wearing turkey-buzzard combo I think I'd fall over in fright!
ReplyDeleteA few nights ago my co-worker told me about a really weird dream that he had about walking around in a multistory building and then all of a sudden being on a granite rock beside the ocean in Ireland (he's Irish) and then seeing someone wearing clothes made out of concrete. It was also a highly-interesting dream to me.
I have a friend who has weird, extremely vivid dreams every full moon. She, her sister, and her mother, too. Weird, weird weird. I would love to see what she means by "vivid." Perhaps that's the only time she ever dreams like other people, and the rest of her dreams are boring. BUT PERHAPS she has super-human awesome dreams every 20something days.
ReplyDeleteMy thinking while reading this went something like this:
ReplyDelete"Hey AFRICA! . . . This seems like a dangerous SITuation. But MAYbe not. Your response will help determine this . . . "
"Fruit flies like a banana."
"Paint. My mom finally painted some of the walls a color other than off-white. I'm so proud of her!"
"SWEATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(This was my last and longest thought. Upon reflection, I also thought, "Architect.")
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This dream was interesting, and I think you can say it is creative, even if you feel you can't take credit for its creativity (although you can). May I borrow it sometime?
That's most of the reason why we blog as a community, right? To steal each other's ideas?
ReplyDeleteI think you could count dreams as creative writing because you have to tell the story--and that's creative writing.
ReplyDeleteI suppose you're right. Thanks.
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