Its nice to know my subconscience is working things out on its own. I just really wish it would do it in a way that was at least semi-transparent to me once I wake up.
Another night full of strange dreams, and this time I can't blame alcohol for them. Dreams of a mannor, with a cherry orchard, and the people who were its caretakers. I was visiting, a possible trainee for the job of caretaker sometime far in the future, when the current care taker, an old man with a long white beard, finally stepped down or died. Roaming around the mannor, learning its secrets.
Finding the Chess Game, a giant chess board with each peice hidden somewhere in the mannor, having to solve puzzles to find each peice, and assemble the board for a game. I remember one of the riddels verry clearly - a statue with a circle cut into thirds carved on its forehead. The answer was to trace each line, from right to left, and say "Athens, Atlantis, Rome" - the supposed population orders of the three great cities. The statue then opened to reveal a peice - I think it was a pawn.
The cleaning girl was someone I had known once in my past, now grown, and working at the place. She was dressed like a gypsy, covered in scarves and long veils in reds and yellows from head to toe. She was forever on the move, cleaning and looking for things to do.
Someone else was there as well... someone from everyday life. I remember him being there as either my guest or as having been invited along with me. The care taker being angry because he was "sleeping in the wrong beds" and I had to tell him to stop, but could never find him to tell him. Then him helping me with the Chess Game, each of us finding peices. And then he was gone again, as I spent the evening looking into magic tiffany lamps that embeded you into the images projected by their glass.
Before I woke, I found him the the basement movie theater of the Mannor, the old mannor chappel which had been converted, showing WWII commedy movies on reel film. "I knew I would find you here," I said, but I had searched all over before I had followed the gypsy girl there.
Strange dreams. I wish I knew what they meant.
Another night full of strange dreams, and this time I can't blame alcohol for them. Dreams of a mannor, with a cherry orchard, and the people who were its caretakers. I was visiting, a possible trainee for the job of caretaker sometime far in the future, when the current care taker, an old man with a long white beard, finally stepped down or died. Roaming around the mannor, learning its secrets.
Finding the Chess Game, a giant chess board with each peice hidden somewhere in the mannor, having to solve puzzles to find each peice, and assemble the board for a game. I remember one of the riddels verry clearly - a statue with a circle cut into thirds carved on its forehead. The answer was to trace each line, from right to left, and say "Athens, Atlantis, Rome" - the supposed population orders of the three great cities. The statue then opened to reveal a peice - I think it was a pawn.
The cleaning girl was someone I had known once in my past, now grown, and working at the place. She was dressed like a gypsy, covered in scarves and long veils in reds and yellows from head to toe. She was forever on the move, cleaning and looking for things to do.
Someone else was there as well... someone from everyday life. I remember him being there as either my guest or as having been invited along with me. The care taker being angry because he was "sleeping in the wrong beds" and I had to tell him to stop, but could never find him to tell him. Then him helping me with the Chess Game, each of us finding peices. And then he was gone again, as I spent the evening looking into magic tiffany lamps that embeded you into the images projected by their glass.
Before I woke, I found him the the basement movie theater of the Mannor, the old mannor chappel which had been converted, showing WWII commedy movies on reel film. "I knew I would find you here," I said, but I had searched all over before I had followed the gypsy girl there.
Strange dreams. I wish I knew what they meant.
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