Vivid dreams
Apr. 12th, 2005 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
naomikritzerI've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately, and last night's was kind of amusing. I dreamed that for some reason, I had to go back and enroll at Carleton for a year. They placed me in a closet-sized single in a dorm that appeared to be some sort of weird cross between Goodhue and Evans. I was trying to figure out where the hell to store all my stuff, most specifically my large collection of spices, in this tiny little room. I also fretted over the total inadequacy of the communal floor kitchen -- the fact that there was a dining hall where I could, presumably, go eat my meals, was simply not an option that I considered. (Possibly because my subconscious remembers how miserably bad the food was.)
The funniest thing was that although Kiera and Molly were apparently staying in Minneapolis with Ed, all three cats came with me to live at Carleton. In my closet-sized dormroom. At a college that had a fairly strict policy regarding pets (you were allowed to have fish, but no cats or dogs).
The night before last, I had a much more disturbing vivid dream, in which I was kidnapped at gunpoint. In that dream, I had my cell phone in my pocket, and was able to unlock the keypad and dial 911 without the kidnapper realizing what I was doing. I was then able to describe my location in enough detail that the dispatcher was able to send the police to help me, and the dream culminated with a fairly dramatic SWAT-team takedown of the kidnapper.
The funny thing about this is that usually in my dreams when I call 911 I am unable to dial or get through, or I'm immediately put on hold -- I never actually get a dispatcher. So despite the fact that normally I can't dial 911 in my dreams even when I'm staring right at the phone, two nights ago I was able to do it with the phone in my pocket. And despite the fact that usually the 911 center in my head is staffed by lazy incompetants, two nights ago they were able to clue in to the fact that the person on the cell phone at the other end was being abducted and trying to give clues as to her location, and sent the St. Paul ninja squad.
The funniest thing was that although Kiera and Molly were apparently staying in Minneapolis with Ed, all three cats came with me to live at Carleton. In my closet-sized dormroom. At a college that had a fairly strict policy regarding pets (you were allowed to have fish, but no cats or dogs).
The night before last, I had a much more disturbing vivid dream, in which I was kidnapped at gunpoint. In that dream, I had my cell phone in my pocket, and was able to unlock the keypad and dial 911 without the kidnapper realizing what I was doing. I was then able to describe my location in enough detail that the dispatcher was able to send the police to help me, and the dream culminated with a fairly dramatic SWAT-team takedown of the kidnapper.
The funny thing about this is that usually in my dreams when I call 911 I am unable to dial or get through, or I'm immediately put on hold -- I never actually get a dispatcher. So despite the fact that normally I can't dial 911 in my dreams even when I'm staring right at the phone, two nights ago I was able to do it with the phone in my pocket. And despite the fact that usually the 911 center in my head is staffed by lazy incompetants, two nights ago they were able to clue in to the fact that the person on the cell phone at the other end was being abducted and trying to give clues as to her location, and sent the St. Paul ninja squad.
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