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lady_kishiria) wrote2007-11-16 07:50 am
lady_kishiria) wrote2007-11-16 07:50 am
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Canal Reves-Bizarres all-night movie marathon
Usually I remember the dream I had before I woke up, but last night I remember at least three. Actually, I don't recall the second dream, only that I had it.
In the first, I was back in Montreal, participating in some kind of strike although I wasn't in the union. I don't know why I volunteered to be on the picket line. It was night, winter, in a parking lot outside what looked like a Wal-Mart. They had bunks set up in CONEXES (like the cargo cubes they load onto the backs of trucks) so that the strikers could get rest. I was settling down on one of them, talking to a woman who'd organized the strike. I don't remember what the conversation was about, only that we were speaking French and I was translating for an American reporter. I had been reading a book in French before I went to bed, and I guess my language centers decided they wanted a workout. Yes, I do have a history of dreaming in French.
Next I had a dream about what looked like Maoist China--in the future! The Mao-style leader had three wives. One was very pampered and kind of a trophy wife, the second was the first lady type (I was in this role) and the third was a woman who'd been chosen as the breeder, who would produce all the children. The first wife was proud, beautiful and a little stupid. Needless to say, I was the brainy one. Wife 1 wanted to see what life was like outside the compound where we all lived. I thought it was a bad idea but knew she needed a companion so I said I'd go along. Wife 3 was scared and wanted to stay home and be pregnant, which was her job anyway.
Wife 1 and I got as far as the entrance to the "domed city". We rode up a long escalator, not unlike some of the ones in the really deep stations in Montreal. As in Montreal, there was a bank of several escalators and one was being serviced. We walked to a marble arch that was at least 100 feet tall, where there were men who looked unemployed and desperate lounging on the pavement. They saw us, recognized us, and started to get up. I grabbed the other wife's hand and we ran for the escalators with me nagging her all along as to how this had been a stupid idea.
In the first, I was back in Montreal, participating in some kind of strike although I wasn't in the union. I don't know why I volunteered to be on the picket line. It was night, winter, in a parking lot outside what looked like a Wal-Mart. They had bunks set up in CONEXES (like the cargo cubes they load onto the backs of trucks) so that the strikers could get rest. I was settling down on one of them, talking to a woman who'd organized the strike. I don't remember what the conversation was about, only that we were speaking French and I was translating for an American reporter. I had been reading a book in French before I went to bed, and I guess my language centers decided they wanted a workout. Yes, I do have a history of dreaming in French.
Next I had a dream about what looked like Maoist China--in the future! The Mao-style leader had three wives. One was very pampered and kind of a trophy wife, the second was the first lady type (I was in this role) and the third was a woman who'd been chosen as the breeder, who would produce all the children. The first wife was proud, beautiful and a little stupid. Needless to say, I was the brainy one. Wife 1 wanted to see what life was like outside the compound where we all lived. I thought it was a bad idea but knew she needed a companion so I said I'd go along. Wife 3 was scared and wanted to stay home and be pregnant, which was her job anyway.
Wife 1 and I got as far as the entrance to the "domed city". We rode up a long escalator, not unlike some of the ones in the really deep stations in Montreal. As in Montreal, there was a bank of several escalators and one was being serviced. We walked to a marble arch that was at least 100 feet tall, where there were men who looked unemployed and desperate lounging on the pavement. They saw us, recognized us, and started to get up. I grabbed the other wife's hand and we ran for the escalators with me nagging her all along as to how this had been a stupid idea.