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Strange dream
Apr. 10th, 2009 10:28 amSo I had this strange dream. I went to some sort of gathering (I think it was an HP con) and when I arrived it was at this giant oooold mansion. There were a gazillion rooms and people were lounging and milling about in luxury. Rich carpets, jewel tone drapes, tapestries and wallpaper, heavily decorated lamps, etc. Think "old money." I was having a horrible time because I needed to find my room. Apparently my things were to follow me and I wanted to get to them.
I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find my room when someone told me I was slated to be in some room that had a name but I don't recall now what that name was. But I looked it up on an electronic map and found it was on the second floor. This was a relief because at least I had a clue what I was looking for.
I walked into a ladies room that was reminiscent of a very old NYC official building. I can't explain it, but some buildings in NYC have a certain aesthetic that is distinctly old New York. Anyone who has ever been inside the Woolworth building, or Rockefeller Center (the building that holds Radio City) will know what I'm talking about. Heavy doors. Odd brass door frames. Marble floors. Crystal doorknobs.
Well, when I walked in I knew instantly that I was in the wrong place and I tried to get out, but I kept finding myself in dark staircases within a labyrinth of ladies rooms. The stairwell I needed to take was shrouded in darkness. I didn't want to walk into the darkness, but eventually I had no choice and felt my way through a dark stairwell to get out. (As a side note, I have terrible night vision and have found myself in a position more than once of feeling my way down a staircase blindly). When I made my way out, I found I was back in one of the drawing rooms and people were looking at me a bit funny. I felt that I did not belong. There were a lot of effeminate men in velvet smoking jackets and I felt like a rag doll in clothing from the back of my wardrobe that needed throwing away 5 years ago.
I turned a corner in the hallway and found a service stairwell (one of those back stairwells that domestic staff use in old mansions to remain invisible). It was narrow but covered in velvet wallpaper. I walked up the stairwell and found myself in a narrow hallway. There was more velvet wallpaper and drapes and rich carpet, in gold and magenta tones. The lighting was golden and subtle. The walls were extremely narrow and the hallway was again labyrinthine. After wandering about for a bit I found "my room" and went in. I turned on the light. My belongings were labeled in plastic bags. But the room was overly large and I heard a noise and when I turned around I saw there were five sleeping children in their own beds on the other side of the room. I felt like I had no privacy and could not understand why I was being treated thusly, stuck in a room with five children trying to sleep when I was a grown adult attending an event. Was I meant to stay quiet? Should I be indignant? The children barely seemed to notice me and after awhile I simply tried to ignore them.
I spilled my clothing onto the floor and tried to decide what outfit to wear. I could not choose between my slytherin uniform and robes, or a kind of Victorian gothic black and grey outfit I've worn before (both of them are actual outfits in my closet). Eventually I decided on the slytherin uniform but decided I had somehow miscalculated both the crowd and the event.
I then flashed to talking with someone about it. I was standing outside on a tree-lined street and it was an overcast day. There were more old buildings around. I told the person I was talking to (no idea who, they seem completely nondescript in height or gender though I recall the person was thin, had longish brown hair and was wearing a long black wool coat) that the hotel was very old--older than most castles still in use in the UK. But how could that be when the U.S. is so much younger? The person had no real response, but we bantered a bit and then I woke up.
I'm feeling terribly stressed today. I feel anxious, and I don't like it.
I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find my room when someone told me I was slated to be in some room that had a name but I don't recall now what that name was. But I looked it up on an electronic map and found it was on the second floor. This was a relief because at least I had a clue what I was looking for.
I walked into a ladies room that was reminiscent of a very old NYC official building. I can't explain it, but some buildings in NYC have a certain aesthetic that is distinctly old New York. Anyone who has ever been inside the Woolworth building, or Rockefeller Center (the building that holds Radio City) will know what I'm talking about. Heavy doors. Odd brass door frames. Marble floors. Crystal doorknobs.
Well, when I walked in I knew instantly that I was in the wrong place and I tried to get out, but I kept finding myself in dark staircases within a labyrinth of ladies rooms. The stairwell I needed to take was shrouded in darkness. I didn't want to walk into the darkness, but eventually I had no choice and felt my way through a dark stairwell to get out. (As a side note, I have terrible night vision and have found myself in a position more than once of feeling my way down a staircase blindly). When I made my way out, I found I was back in one of the drawing rooms and people were looking at me a bit funny. I felt that I did not belong. There were a lot of effeminate men in velvet smoking jackets and I felt like a rag doll in clothing from the back of my wardrobe that needed throwing away 5 years ago.
I turned a corner in the hallway and found a service stairwell (one of those back stairwells that domestic staff use in old mansions to remain invisible). It was narrow but covered in velvet wallpaper. I walked up the stairwell and found myself in a narrow hallway. There was more velvet wallpaper and drapes and rich carpet, in gold and magenta tones. The lighting was golden and subtle. The walls were extremely narrow and the hallway was again labyrinthine. After wandering about for a bit I found "my room" and went in. I turned on the light. My belongings were labeled in plastic bags. But the room was overly large and I heard a noise and when I turned around I saw there were five sleeping children in their own beds on the other side of the room. I felt like I had no privacy and could not understand why I was being treated thusly, stuck in a room with five children trying to sleep when I was a grown adult attending an event. Was I meant to stay quiet? Should I be indignant? The children barely seemed to notice me and after awhile I simply tried to ignore them.
I spilled my clothing onto the floor and tried to decide what outfit to wear. I could not choose between my slytherin uniform and robes, or a kind of Victorian gothic black and grey outfit I've worn before (both of them are actual outfits in my closet). Eventually I decided on the slytherin uniform but decided I had somehow miscalculated both the crowd and the event.
I then flashed to talking with someone about it. I was standing outside on a tree-lined street and it was an overcast day. There were more old buildings around. I told the person I was talking to (no idea who, they seem completely nondescript in height or gender though I recall the person was thin, had longish brown hair and was wearing a long black wool coat) that the hotel was very old--older than most castles still in use in the UK. But how could that be when the U.S. is so much younger? The person had no real response, but we bantered a bit and then I woke up.
I'm feeling terribly stressed today. I feel anxious, and I don't like it.
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