Dream: Hidden children, hidden motives
Mar. 8th, 2007 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mokie_edomHidden children, hidden motives
I dreamt of a couple that adopted a baby. Conspirators wanted the child; apparently the baby was to be adopted into a different family, one that they thought they could control or wrest it from at a more convenient time. They tortured and killed the wife to get the baby, and the father fled through a large, dark Baroque/Victorian palace-cum-waxworks museum with the child, desperate to escape.
He passed a large velvet sofa (large as in the size of a Mac truck!), and saw his chance; he dove under, tucked the kid beneath, and took off again, leading his pursuers astray. He was caught, but refused to divulge the child's location.
My alarm went off and I hit snooze...
...and I was back in the palace, but in a different era--the timing of the dream was later, but the clothing and styles were of an earlier time, all powdered wigs and poofy dresses. I followed a man and woman into the palace, where the woman who'd led the chase earlier was now throwing a party, and saw their reaction as the party-goers turned upon each other, some of them allies of the hostess and others casualties of their reverie. Some, including the man's female companion, were torn physically apart, dismembered in the hall.
The man was led out by laughing conspirators, let go on a cruel whim; he did his best not to look at the large sofa as he passed, knowing that they watched for any sign that would betray the child's location. He later sat in audience with the queen and told her of events, but as the conspirators had planned, his story was so outrageous that she laughed and did not believe him.
Notes and explanations
#1. When I reached out to hit the snooze button, I sleepily believed that that 'snooze' was just a vile trick to get me back into the dream in hopes I'd reveal the child's location (though I hit it anyway).
#2. When I finally rolled out of bed and began preparing for work, I mentally went through the details of the dream to remember them, but always veered away from the velvet sofa; a still-sleepy part of me worried that thinking of it might lead the enemy to it. The reaction was so visceral that I am wary now of talking about it.
#3. I vaguely remember part of the conspiracy having to do with gay marriage, as in the conspirators expected a gay couple to adopt the child so it'd be easier to snatch it back, or something along those lines.
#4. At some point in the waking time after the dream, my memory began to insist that the child in question was the Antichrist. I suspect, though, that this is post-dream rationalization, my waking mind trying to wedge the dream into certain molds, as I don't remember anything so specific within the dream itself--just in the afterdream wrap-ups.
#5. I do not remember the torture scenes in graphic detail. I do not remember the chases in graphic detail. I do not remember the hostess/main pursuer in detail. But for some reason, the dream still gives me the chills, eighteen hours later.
I dreamt of a couple that adopted a baby. Conspirators wanted the child; apparently the baby was to be adopted into a different family, one that they thought they could control or wrest it from at a more convenient time. They tortured and killed the wife to get the baby, and the father fled through a large, dark Baroque/Victorian palace-cum-waxworks museum with the child, desperate to escape.
He passed a large velvet sofa (large as in the size of a Mac truck!), and saw his chance; he dove under, tucked the kid beneath, and took off again, leading his pursuers astray. He was caught, but refused to divulge the child's location.
My alarm went off and I hit snooze...
...and I was back in the palace, but in a different era--the timing of the dream was later, but the clothing and styles were of an earlier time, all powdered wigs and poofy dresses. I followed a man and woman into the palace, where the woman who'd led the chase earlier was now throwing a party, and saw their reaction as the party-goers turned upon each other, some of them allies of the hostess and others casualties of their reverie. Some, including the man's female companion, were torn physically apart, dismembered in the hall.
The man was led out by laughing conspirators, let go on a cruel whim; he did his best not to look at the large sofa as he passed, knowing that they watched for any sign that would betray the child's location. He later sat in audience with the queen and told her of events, but as the conspirators had planned, his story was so outrageous that she laughed and did not believe him.
Notes and explanations
#1. When I reached out to hit the snooze button, I sleepily believed that that 'snooze' was just a vile trick to get me back into the dream in hopes I'd reveal the child's location (though I hit it anyway).
#2. When I finally rolled out of bed and began preparing for work, I mentally went through the details of the dream to remember them, but always veered away from the velvet sofa; a still-sleepy part of me worried that thinking of it might lead the enemy to it. The reaction was so visceral that I am wary now of talking about it.
#3. I vaguely remember part of the conspiracy having to do with gay marriage, as in the conspirators expected a gay couple to adopt the child so it'd be easier to snatch it back, or something along those lines.
#4. At some point in the waking time after the dream, my memory began to insist that the child in question was the Antichrist. I suspect, though, that this is post-dream rationalization, my waking mind trying to wedge the dream into certain molds, as I don't remember anything so specific within the dream itself--just in the afterdream wrap-ups.
#5. I do not remember the torture scenes in graphic detail. I do not remember the chases in graphic detail. I do not remember the hostess/main pursuer in detail. But for some reason, the dream still gives me the chills, eighteen hours later.
no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 06:16 pm (UTC)Mainly, I think, it was the brief moment where I reached for the snooze button and felt like, 'No, that's what they want you to do!'...and then did it anyway.