We are the Rock Star Hotel

[eniarelocin]

Not even dawn and I've been awoken by my cat. I was mid dream. I want to record this one as it's rather strange- I'll do the best I can, though the further back I go, the less clear the details and chronology become.

The time is this summer a little later than now. In the dream I am also pregnant, but a little bigger (about where I expect to be early in July, I suppose). The scene is primarily our house, with the addition of the Advanced Printing Room- which is something we have at the college- which has been been inserted between other rooms in the upstairs of our house (which is someone out of order). The Adv Prnt Rm consists of 8 Macs, three attached to photo printers and three four attached to scanners.

Sitting at station No. 1, is deathboy, who is working away on, well, work- coding. He's come to visit, but at the same time we're talking about him coming to visit like it hasn't happened yet. I'm really excited to have him out though somewhat disbelieving that he will really come (even though I'm talking to him over his shoulder whilst he sits at the computer). I cannot figure out why he would come to visit us, but am hoping that he would.

I go in and out of the room, occasionally coming to check on him and make sure he's happy (like a good little hostess I suppose). squidgyfishlove is downstairs working on some strange food concoctions, playing with an electric LEGO set, and wanting to go to the store for cleaning supplies (which he really did want to do last night) although I've found what I want online and keep debating on whether or not they'll arrive within the day because I don't feel like I can leave. Somewhere interspersed in this are flashes of London roof tops in Seattle where deathboy and I are sort of surveying for good clubs and dj spots for him.

Somewhere between guests I'm taking care of our baby- a super cute little girl. This is ominous for squidgyfishlove because the wife's tale is that dreaming about a girl means it's a boy and visa versa. She's wearing a footsie pyjama outfit and laying on the bed with me (which is also different from our bed). To describe her would sound very similar to Maya, but her skin is much paler and her face is thinner. (I believe that her head is also not in the 97th percentile, and only merrypandora will get that one.) Her hair is very dark brown, almost black with little curls at the ends. It's very soft. Her skin is very soft. She has big, brown eyes which are very bright and full of life. She cannot sit up yet, but she's very alert and smiles a lot. I'm tickling her sides and she's giggling and squeeee's with glee. There is much other playing with baby stuff involved. I carry her around as well to go and bug her Dad, squidgyfishlove. I'm not sure if I'm still pregnant at the point but I remember having a great deal more flexibility than I do now and would by the time the beginning of the dream seems to take place. It seems, though, that I was able to play with her for a short time and then return her to my womb because I do not see her again, and yet I'm doing the pregnant waddle, with belly, in time to greet our next guest.

The next guest to arrive at our house is Brian Warner, Marilyn Manson, but with almost no make-up and in street clothes. He's come to stay for the weekend. (Don't know if this is a current thing, but I would have imagined that to_rei_shi would be rather excited about that.) I was standing in the laundry room (from an even older place of residence) talking with him about the college where I work, spooky kids, and our wonderful facility and this computer lab that we have for people like him to use while they're guests at our home. It seems that he, like deathboy, had come on some creative hiatus and we were providing a place for them to work away from their usual distractions. Earlier in the dream I had found a couple of music programmes on the MAC's that I was totally unfamiliar with but he knew exactly what they were and how to correctly configure them. When I told him what they were he also corrected my pronunciation of one.

We had sat down at station No. 2 by this time and were chatting about the software and a few other things. I kept looking at him- pale skin, shoulder length black hair which curled somewhat at the bottom, thin frame and the concave area of his face below his cheekbones. He seemed so casual and real without all the make-up and in comfortable, somewhat baggy street clothes. I had an images running through my head of portraits I would like to do. I spoke up, "I was not planning on shooting you this weekend, but I have some ideas for portraits I'd like to explore." Apparently I'm a high end photographer by July (wouldn't that be great). He was very excited about my ideas, and said of course we'd do the shoot this weekend.

- I actually think the idea was pretty interesting and that's the main reason I felt I needed to write this down. I've had some really fantastic photo ideas in dreams and so do not want to forget them. Although, in this case, obviously if I'm every going to utilize his particular idea, I will need someone other than Marilyn Manson- though I believe the point would be leagues less poignant when shot on anyone else. -

I go downstairs, into the living room of a house I used to live in, past squidgyfishlove who is curled up on the couch watching a movie with his cute, blonde girlfriend, to inform him that Marilyn (though I called him Brian) was setting up those programmes for us and "blah blah" (I can't remember what else I said) and then to the door where my grandmother is standing holding a grocery bag of the cleaning supplies I needed.

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And now it's time to crawl back into bed for a little while. I'm still shattered.

Can I please have real sleep again someday?

Comments

[merrypandora.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was a long one. I never heard that wive's tale... I remember having a dream (though I think it was before I was pregnant) about chasing this little ghost boy around the house and all of you guys were over and I looked at you all and said "Sometimes I feel like I'm being haunted by something I'll never have" or something to that effect... and most of my baby dreams in the past have been about boy babies.. but I dunno, I always kind of knew I'd have a girl first (just like I think the next one will be another girl and that the boy will come last, though we will see about that). Creative, inspiring dreams are always the best, though.

[ebonyraine.livejournal.com]

I actually got the wive's tale from the Pregnancy Book that you gave to me. It was the first thing I looked up (wive's tales).

I have had dreams about boys when they came from other people. I always wanted a little boy. But I've always dreamed about a little girl with Stephen. Maybe if we had another it would be a boy. I think I had a dream to that affect once.

I remember you telling me about that dream with the little boy and feeling like you would never have that. Although, at the time, I think I took that to mean a child in general and not necessarily just a boy. Obviously you've had a child at this point, but not a boy.

I haven't gotten that feeling- mine is more like "this is how it is" or "this is how it's going to be." Though I do get excited about little boy names- there is an added aire of possibility about that. I guess I get excited about different things with each of them. There are things about having a little girl that sound like a lot of fun- like dress up and make up- that I don't expect with a boy. But boys are fun too. And I like boy things- and I hate pink.

I guess we'll see.