the delphic expanse

We all have 'em. Most of the time, we don't remember them... but once in a while, our REM sleep becomes quite fascinating. I had a doozy of a dream last night... and I thought it would be fun to share some of our wildest, strangest, or most meaningful dreams with one another.

I've decided that my subconscious is nuts.

Last night I had a very interesting dream... It started out that I was some kind of spy. I was checking out a suspicious place, but I wasn't sure what it was (I was in the parking lot). There were a lot of black cars, SUV's & a couple of limo's. After a bit, a bunch of brides and grooms exited and got into some of the vehicles. My thought was "Yeah, this is the place." I had to sneak in... I was on a mission, but I didn't know what it was.

Once inside, though... I changed from nameless spy into -- wait for it -- TRIP TUCKER! (Wait there's more!) I was sneaking around, looking for someone... after a few minutes, she appeared: T'Pol, dressed in white. I went immediately to her, sighed and said something like, "Ready to do this?" At this point I realized that this was a clandestine place to get married... where some officiator was secretly marrying couples in large groups. T'Pol looked back at me placidly and said something like, "I am here." Just before we went into the other room to get married, I grabbed her (remember, I'm Trip) and I kissed her. (OMG, she has such soft, supple lips!). After the kiss, I rested my forhead against hers and we stayed like that for a while. Finally I stepped back. I pulled a ring out of my pocket and put it on her finger and smiled. (There was this overtone of anxiety, though, since we were getting hitched in secret).

At that point, my 3 year old woke me up to take her to the bathroom.

I think this takes my straight-girl crush on JB to a whole new level. And I was rather pleased that my subconscious decided to pay homage to the real Saint Valentine, to boot!

The psych minor in me is enjoying the hell out of that.

Aquarius wrote:The psych minor in me is enjoying the hell out of that.

I thought you might. I was a psych major in college, so you can imagine how much time I've spent analyzing this dream.

Perhaps I was wrong when I said that I wanted to be T'Pol... it appears that the character I really want to be is Trip... so I can get T'Pol!! ROFL!!

I think it's possible to want both things! I made peace with my T'Pol-induced heteroflexibility a long time ago.

You and me both, sister!

*high-fives you*

A few years ago, I started writing down the more unusual or detailed dreams I had. This being the Delphic Expanse, here's an abbreviated version of one I had with Dominic Keating in it:

I was at a college dorm or apartment building where there were college students, many of whom I knew, even though they were much younger than me. I was traveling and had stopped there overnight for some reason other than I needed a place to sleep. Although I inferred this was my destination, I felt like I still had somewhere else I needed to go.

There was some sort of convention or gathering going on. I went into the room across from mine. There were other people there, we're all waiting for more people to show up. One of the people waiting with us was Dominic Keating. He was there to perform at the convention, perhaps? This was his free time, and I remember thinking how incredible it was I was getting to meet him in an informal setting. For the most part, he seemed to ignore me, and I was trying not to be obvious about how excited I was to be in the same room with him.

There was a little kitten there, too, the pet of one of the other people. As I pulled away a pillow from a bed (in the living room!) to make a place for me to sit down, the kitten jumped out. I started babbling about having two cats of my own with me. I was sitting on the bed, snuggling with the kitten, and said the names of my cats were Tom and George. That made Dominic snort, but I don't think it was in amusement. It's about this time that I realize Dominic is shorter than I thought he was -- about 2 to 3 inches shorter than I am! (Not true in RL, BTW.)

My dream does one of those jump shifts where you don't see people move, they're just in a new place. There are two other people lying on their backs on the bed. One of them is Dominic Keating. He's near the end, laying crosswise on the bed, and there's just enough room for me to lie down beside him. I do. There's some more inconsequential conversation. Apparently the people there are waiting for some others to show up so they can go out to eat. I accidentally roll off the end of the bed and fall on the floor. Dominic, in the meantime, has gotten up and moved across the room. There's a vehicle parked outside that I can see through a window next to the bed. It's a green older SUV, like a Blazer, with wide stripes in tan. (Same paint job as a pickup truck my husband once owned.)

I pick myself up. I talk a bit with the two people still in the room, then a whole group of people come in through some sliding glass doors. They're dressed in heavy coats. I can see past them that it's getting dark outside. They're all chatting away with each other, and I'm being ignored. Then, several more people come in through the door on the opposite side of the room. Finally, a person I know! From about 10 feet away she sees me, yells Hi! and starts telling me about some job openings in the news media, if I'm interested. While I'm talking to her, my back has been to the other people in the room, and I turn around to see if anyone has heard my conversation, and I discover everyone has left. The last few are just going back out the sliding doors. I have a moment of irritation, thinking they're going out to eat and that I'm hungry too and they could have at least asked me. I turn back to the woman I'd been talking to and find she's gone, too!

Now I'm pissed off as well as hurt -- and hungry. I had caught some chatter earlier -- maybe Dominic was among them -- because they were going to a restaurant and were going to hold tables for the rest of us. So I figure that's where the rest of them went now. I hurry out the sliding glass door, trying to catch up. I notice it's now daylight.

I run across a street, still pursuing the others who are now out of sight. As I run down a sidewalk, there are obstructions. Some groups are putting up wooden stalls to sell things right on the sidewalk. The little "sheds" are about six feet tall and about four feet wide. I come to the first one and sort of run up the side of it onto the top and down over the other side. Neat! But these obstructions mean I can't see the people I'm following, and I wonder if I've lost them. I come to the next obstruction and try to go over it the same way as before. People are still working on this one, and it tumbles down under my feet, but stays in one piece. As it falls over, I see two of the people working on it. One of them, hanging onto the structure for dear life, is a priest, complete with black pants and trousers and the white collar. The other one is dressed the same way. I sort of mumble an apology as I try to hurry past them. The end.

Gee, think I had a crush on DK?

So last night I had this dream that I was in Las Vegas for another Star Trek convention. The con hadn't started yet, so in my dream we were riding the monorail through the city and I kept thinking "I never want to leave!"--I don't know if it's because of the fun I was having at the moment or because even from my first trip there to see Star Trek The Experience before it closed, that city is so indelibly linked with Trek to me so it has a "home" kind of a feel to me. I get that same feeling when I go through a certain part of Lansing, where Media West Con is held, where once a year I see friends from Texas, New Jersey, Washington state, and even sometimes Australia and UK. I can't see the hotel from the expressway and my business in Lansing usually takes me the opposite direction, but there's a pull and an ache, like I feel like they're going to be there if I just turn left instead of right. I feel that same ache whenever I see Vegas on TV, like on CSI or something. I yearn to be there, running with my tribe as Honeybee put it when I came home from the con last August.

So I'm dreaming I'm in Vegas...and my best friend and her sisters are there, which is weird because the one I was hanging out with most wasn't into sci-fi at all...and my mom and grandma were there LOL. And the whole dream was riding the monorail, getting to our hotel, and Kathy (my friend's sister) and I were doing shots and drinking beer LOL.

And I woke up, very disappointed that I wasn't really in Vegas, and that I wasn't really about to attend a con. I mean...it hurt.

I'm too broke to do anything about it this year...but now that things are busier for me at the newer job, I think I might have to start saving, even if it's just five bucks a week, to do something about that for next year.

I've had quite a few odd dreams in the past few years. Shame I hardly remember any of them by the time I manage to think about them, and the only things I remember are that they were odd.

There's been the one in some sort of building with lava exploding through the floor.

Shuttlepods falling down plugholes.

Getting run over by the school bus three times in a row and then chasing it down the road.

Aliens trapping me in a printer and dressing up in dad's shirts and ties and going out in his car for a party.

The thing I like best about this thread is seeing that it's not just me.