"We are not hypocrites when we sleep." ~ William Hazlitt

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Britain and Evil Grass




A very dreamy dream.


Started with me being invited across the street to a large mansion that was practically empty. I was in heaven by doing that, as I love empty places, especially when they are enormous.


I was obviously in Britian, since when I went in, there was Neil Tennant of the PSB who told me to make myself at home. It was obviously his place. (no idea why he was brought into the dream, I haven't listened to them in days).


I walked through so many hallways. I went for walks outside in the garden. The garden was also, enormous. I almost felt like I was dreaming while I was walking. It was the most content feeling, and yet I had a feeling of intense longing to stay there; to live in this garden and this quiet house. I wanted to live for the rest of my life in this place, where it was quiet and beautiful. I did not want to leave.


Neil poked his head out, and said we had to have lunch with some people. I walked with him along another hallway and we sat down at a table and had lunch.


At some point, I was talking with a Britsh gentleman who ended up walking with me down some attic in the house, looking out the windows. I started talking to him about my favorite Werner Herzog movie, Nosferatu. And how the character of the vampire is one of the first sympathetic characters in cinema, and how him and the female flirt with each other, and then suddenly, I make up a scene in my head to tell him (that doesn't even exist in the movie). I tell him that makes a move on him but he doesn't want to follow through with it. And how she leans up against him, asking him if she can borrow some change. He says yes and he puts his hand in his pocket, and digs down for money, all the while looking at him. There is a moment of tension and he calmly says "There's nothing there." She pulls her hand out and looks at him - and then I explain this scene to the man and he just looks at me in confusion.


Then I am walking downtown, in a small city, looking for a restuarant that I am supposed to meet Neil at. I get lost in this loud city, and end up in surburbia, among houses and quiet streets; I can hear birds chirping and kids playing somewhere.


I start to feel intense longing. Wish I could be back in that house where I was so content and angry at myself for ever leaving.


I somehow, end up on a skateboard.


I end up trying to skate myself up this large hill of dirt, and when I reached the top, I fall over towards the other side where there is no hill. I hit the ground hard.


I call a lady on my cell phone asking her where Neil's house is and she start telling me what streets to go to, etc. I end up in a back alley where there is this large patch of grass that hasn't looked like its been watered in days. I start to walk across it and then I trip and fall. Instantly, the grass grabs my purse and starts to ravage it. Confused, I get up and get off the grass immediately. Apparently the grass is looking for any human thing to grab so it can survive. It finds nothing in my purse and leaves it there, torn apart.


Then, my cats pop out of my purse and meow for help.


So I run back on the grass, shoes on, tell the cats to stay, but Milhouse doesnt listen and jumps out of the purse towards me. As he walks, the grass begins to feed on his feet. He is meowing and scared, and I quickly grab him and get off the patch.


All the time while this is happening, I miss the calmness and quietness of the house. I am wanting so much to get back. To communicate my longings with Neil, with that other man, and whomever else is around.
Woke up wishing I were in a large empty house in Britain.