So I had an odd dream last night. I only remember bits and pieces of it, but two things I DO remember:
1. A great friend of mine - a caller for Irish dancing and coordinator of Irish cultural events - named Sam there, and his wife Annie had texted me, saying “Is Sam there with you? We heard the commotion and decided to check it out, but I wanted to make sure that he was there with you.”
2. The “commotion” in question was a zombie attack, and my pal Sam was a zombie fighter. I remember dodging zombies in the area I was in, and then Sam was there, his long white hair out of its ponytail and him dressed in functional, protective black leather attire. He was the only one I recognized in the chaos, so it makes sense that I ran to him and held on for dear life.
Long story short, my friend Sam, the Ceili caller, is a closeted zombie fighter. I just know it.
So my dream last night consisted of my family and I going to an odd wax/antique museum filled with all sorts of neat and mysterious things.
The proprietor of said establishment? Why, the first Doctor Who, of course. When I mentioned to him that I would love to work at such a place, he lit up and proceeded to show me around the entire compound, even through the places that were being remodeled. The main area being reconstructed held a lot of creepier mannequins and was themed around a scarier atmosphere.
Turns out some of the displays actually came to life, including a Big Daddy (sans drill) from Bioshock, who proceeded to chase the Doctor and my family around one of the massive rooms - I managed to get myself lost at the time, so I saw this happening through a nearby window. I didn’t want the Big Daddy coming after me, so I found a window to the outside and began to climb out…only to realize that it emptied out about 5 stories up, with no balcony or any means of getting to the ground safely.
As I sat there on the sill, beginning to panic (since I could see through the hall and the window beyond that the Big Daddy was still milling around, looking for victims), I saw a window in a nearby alcove be pushed up, and a familiar face stick through. It was the Doctor (still in his first form). I hollered for him as loud as I dared and waved my arms, and he began looking around with a squint since it was dark outside. Once he saw me, his face lit up again, this time with relief, and he called “Don’t worry! I’ll come and get you!”
And then I woke up.
I find this odd (but fantastic) because I had a dream about the 4th Doctor not too long ago. Coincidence? Or maybe I’m going to be visited soon…
I dreamed I was asked to play some tunes at church on my ukulele with an unknown (but very talented and very gorgeous lady) piano accompanist. I said “sure, why not? I feel pretty good about my playing skills now - I mean, they’re not epic yet, but I can plunk out some stuff if I have the sheet music! No problem! And even if I mess up, it won’t be a big deal because my church fam would love it anyway!”
Suddenly, it’s Sunday; I sit down in front of everyone up front, look to the pianist, grab my sheet music…and it’s suddenly turned into a booklet on gaming.
I start flipping through the booklet, horrified, trying to get the pianist to stall for time. Interestingly enough, there is sheet music inside (here and there scattered within the booklet), but it’s certainly not what I’m looking for. By this time, it’s been a while, and people are starting to look at their watches in long-suffering boredom; I’m about to explode from sheer stress.
Finally, I throw up my hands and say I’ll try another time - my face was on fire as I gathered my things and began to move them, and I even got sympathy claps, which added to my embarrassment. One thing I noticed then as I did was that the audience was a lot smaller than it had been - I had taken so long (and the people were so sweet to not say anything) that we’d skipped right over the service, and people had already gone home! Those still there were just trying to be nice and supportive!
By now, I’ve turned into the Human Torch by how red my face has become, and I finally stash my things in a corner, leave a note saying “Back in 5 minutes,” and run outside to the back field my church owns - I just needed to be alone for a while. A corner of it had been turned into a makeshift garden, with huge beautiful purple flowers that grew off tall bushes to hang out and over anyone passing beneath. Someone had spread a mat and blanket there, and I took advantage and crept under the covers to just hide away.
Then I remembered two of my best friends said they would either be at church that day or at least meeting me afterwards in the parking lot. I sit up, noticing that a lot of time has passed, and see a familiar vehicle parked a couple hundred yards off, and a familiar guy looks over right then and catches my eye. The look on his face says he’s been there a while, searching for me, and now relief and gladness spread over his features. Grateful, happy, worn out, and yet embarrassed further, I hunch over into a ball to wait as I hear him run all the way across to where I am.
“…Jo? You ok?”
I hear him sink to his knees in the grass before me and then he takes me in his arms. I managed to shake my head against his chest, but otherwise I was keeping it together so I wouldn’t burst into tears.
Then I woke up.
1. I very much adore and love Guy in said dream.
2. I’d been thinking a lot lately about how he may never reciprocate said love.
3. I just had this dream.
…I’m very warm and fuzzy inside right now.