I had two very vivid dreams last night.
In one, we were out of dog food and my dad was refusing to buy more before he goes on holiday so my and my middle sister were preparing to go to the supermarket to buy some to last until he got back and went to the pet food shop.
It was a very detailed dream with things like we had a room in our garden that had a glass door and someone had left the light on and the door open so I had to walk through the rain to see you left the door open and Busta was curled into a ball sleeping on the sofa. And the rain was so cold and the room so warm.
And I was so mad at my dad for not buying food for his dog that I decided that after I got back from the shop I’d have to come on here and rant in my complaining thread.
That dream merged into one where I was moving to somewhere (the statue of liberty was a unicorn instead of a woman but other than that it had lots of water like Venice and the buildings were all sand coloured) and one of the people I was moving with had a guinea pig so I had to go find out how to look after a guinea pig properly.
I had to walk down some very slippery steps that led down to a river as someone explained to be that that town’s culture was that the river delivers presents, not Santa or Jesus. When I got down to the riverbed, on the other side there was a monument to people who had died with poppies growing there, and next to that was my destination. It was a little book shop.
When I walked in and asked the person at the counter if I could look at their books, I was told that she was the only one here right now so she couldn’t let me into where they keep the book but I could wait until her colleague got back from gathering more books that they didn’t have space for.
So I took a nap on their waiting bench and woke up when the colleague arrived with one of those cage thingies full of books. And then I realised I could have been googling how to look after a guinea pig while I waited and regretted my nap. And this new lady went into the “back” of this book shop to put the books away.
With the second pile of books she was putting away I heard her say “ugh, we have no more room in the guinea pig section!” So I asked if I could have those books and was given three books. A beginner’s guide to looking after guinea pigs parts 1 2 & 3. But the third book had a different cover design to the first two. I started reading the first one. I don’t remember much of the contents except that I read that guinea pigs live for ten years and was shocked.
Then my dream friend came to find out where I was. Because of course I’d just wandered off without telling anybody. Then there was the surreal bit with the unicorn of liberty.
It had become nighttime. There had been construction nearby so it had been sunk under the water to avoid damaging it, so I had to help pull it back up and then some guy in a suit had to pull it’s hair out of its eyes and back into a mane shape.
Something else happened but I woke up and forgot what it was.
The riverbed part was the most vivid. The steps themselves looked crumbly and broken so I didn’t want to walk down them, so I was try to walk down the moss-covered railing instead while balancing myself on the brick wall the railing was attached to. And the water had that very babbly sound. And there were people on the streets around me while I was walking along the riverbed. And lots of flowers that were mostly a pinkish reddish colour.
Also the book shop colleague was very familiar. She had brown hair that may have once been in a plait, and her glasses were almost falling off her nose, and only half of her shirt was tucker in, and she had a blazer she hadn’t bothered to button up. She’s probably someone I saw in some show or something.
Writing all this out, I can point to a few things and remember where it came from. The poppy monument was one I saw on Monday. The guinea pigs living ten years I’d learned in the comment section of a nar story.
I also remember fragments of other dreams I had last night, but these were the most vivid.
